0 comments/  90616 views/  7 favorites

The Party

By: YNOT



When I drove to the party I felt nervous. I was attending a party at the invitation of a secret admirer. The invitation came by mail three weeks prior. The party was described as a "sexy night". I was told to dress in a relaxed manner. Further, I was told to expect to see and experience the outrageous. Finally, the invitation told me that I was invited because my secret admirer intended to suck my cock. But who was my secret admirer? I honestly had no inkling whatsoever. I didn't hang in kinky circles and didn't know anyone who did. While I certainly could not pass up the invitation, it was the most unusual party invitation I had ever received.

I pulled up to the wrought iron gate at the driveway entrance. A hot young babe in a bikini confirmed my invitation and allowed me to drive onto the grounds of a huge estate. I was twenty-two and had never been on an estate type of property. This would be different. I took a circular driveway to the front of the mansion where another bikini-clad hottie gave me a valet ticket for my car and directed me to the front entrance. Again, a sweet vixen in her tight bikini checked my invitation and, telling me to "enjoy", let me in the party. I walked down a hallway to a locked door. I knocked. It was opened by yet another centerfold type and I was admitted to the party. I was told to expect the outrageous and that's what I saw. Right in front me, not more than five steps inside the door, a large athletic black man was getting his ten inch cock sucked by bleach blonde while she was being eaten out by an Asian babe lying nude on the floor. I stepped over to the side and watched as my cock jumped to full attention. I decided I might as well find out if this place was for real. I kneeled down next to the Asian and fingered her clit. She pulled on her nipples so hard I thought she'd rip them off. I worked her pussy over and she drove her hips upward so that her pussy was pressed hard against my hand. I fingered her left nipple. Watching her work the other one over made me crazy. I pinched her left nipple harder and harder and harder. Her pussy got wetter and wetter. Finally, I was tugging on and pinching her nipple so hard I couldn't believe she could stand it. But she could. She screamed out an orgasm. I have never seen anyone so extreme. She stood up in front of me demanding, "Put your cock in my cunt now." 

I said, "No, I'm meeting friends."

She just shrugged and turned towards the black man. She pulled his cock out of the blonde's mouth and basically jumped on and fucked the hell out of him in a vertical position. It was unreal. As I moved on, the blonde was reaching around the Asian and was cupping her breasts. Oh man, this party certainly was the real deal.

I turned the corner and entered a room with about six couches. As I passed through the room, my eyes were drawn to a pair of babes who were 69'ing each other. God, the blonde was so hot, I figured I might as well check it out. I moved over by them. She was on top. I picked up a beer bottle from the coffee table and let the neck of it move up and down her ass crack. She moaned. Her friend reached out and rubbed my cock through the front of my jeans as she continued to eat the blonde's pussy. The blonde moaned more so I tipped the beer bottle so that the spout neared her ass hole. She pushed back and sure enough, a portion of that bottle entered her asshole. Her friend said, "Oooo, you're so wet baby. Let me suck your sweet pussy." I tipped the bottle more and drove the neck of the bottle up her ass. She pushed back against it and I continued to slip it in and out. My cock was getting a good rubdown and was about to erupt. I wanted to save my first cum blast for whoever invited me so I backed off. As I walked out of the room, I had to laugh looking back at the blond getting her pussy eaten with a beer bottle stuck in her ass and she hadn't a clue as to who put it there.

When I entered the next room, there was more of the same going on everywhere I looked. The amazing thing is that these were all good-looking people. No one looked like they'd have to work too hard to get laid yet here they were doing everything with anyone willing. I saw a bar set up outside on the sunlit veranda. I passed through some sliding doors and ordered a margarita. As I looked around, at the other party-guests, I noticed some were completely naked, some had their tops or bottoms off and some, like me, were still fully dressed. There were a lot of people though. I'd guess at least three hundred from inside to outside. At least half of the guests were "getting it on" in one way or another. 

I took my margarita and walked over by the pool. I watched beautiful naked babes swim by, usually a shark with a hard-on was in hot pursuit. A couple was fucking doggy-style on the diving board. I was on sensory overload. I tried to stand there looking cool but my cock let me down. I was so hard it looked like I'd stuffed my entire sock drawer in my pants. I felt a naked body press up to my backside. She said, "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation. Let me make you more comfortable."

I leaned back against her as she reached around my body. Her hands went to my belt, which was quickly unbuckled. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and she pulled them down to my ankles. Her hands went back to my raging hard and hot cock. She moved me towards the edge of the pool. She stopped when I was about two feet from the water. She stroked my erect cock for all to see. I looked around through my sunglasses and saw that people in all types of sexual activity were using my stroked cock to further heighten their own sexual experience. She worked my cock over. I said I was going to cum and a babe watching from the pool below me, pulled herself out of the water and said, "Mmmm, let me swallow your load." My host moved around me and pushed the babe back in the water. As I looked down at her I heard, "I'm the one that's going to swallow your cum, sweetie."

Kneeling between my legs, with my cock in her hands and pulling it to her lips, was my twenty-year-old sister. I couldn't believe my eyes. She said, "I've wanted your cock for five years." And with that, my gorgeous sister, the one I'd fantasized about for those same five years, ever since she'd developed into a woman with her 34c-21-34 perfect body, sucked my steaming cock into her mouth. I put a hand on both sides of her face and fucked her mouth while our eyes locked on one another. I came almost immediately and my baby sister gulped it all down. I pulled her to her feet. I kissed her soft, pouty lips and cupped her beautiful tits. Her nipples were hard buds. I plucked at them as we French-kissed. She sucked on my tongue. My cock never softened. I t was pressing against her stomach. I whispered in her ear that I had wanted to fuck her for years. She whispered back that today was the day my dream would come true.

We moved to a blanket spread out on the grass. I laid my dream-fuck down, spread her legs and buried my nose up her pussy. She cried out, "Oh yeeessss! Eat me babe. Eat my wet pussy." I ate her. I didn't just lick that shaven snapper; I munched on her clit. I sucked on her swollen clit and she erupted. Her juices were thick. I pulled myself on top of her and looked at her magnificent tits. I sucked on her nipples and she held my head to her tits. I wasn't sure I could cum so soon, but I didn't care. 

I was rock hard and she was sloppy wet so I slipped my cock inside my sister's tight pussy for the first time. I pushed myself up above her so I could look down at her as I pumped back and forth. Her tits were firm and full as she pushed back against my cock trying to take me completely within her. She looked up at me with an angelic face that said she was in heaven. She mouthed the words, "I love you". I leaned back down and French-kissed her with my cock plunged deep inside of her. We lay there like that for fifteen minutes, kissing and occasionally stroking. Then I felt my cum building. I humped the hell out of her with her legs locked around my waist. I cried out that I was going to cum and she pleaded with me to shoot it deep inside of her. I fired of a full round and collapsed on top of her completely spent.

We dove in the pool to clean off and then went naked to the bar to get a drink. The whole time she held my cock in her hand. I of course was hard almost instantly, although, no way was I going to cum for awhile. It didn't matter to me. To stand naked in the sunlight surrounded by sexual activity and my cock in my naked sister's hand, was about as good as it gets. I asked her what she thought was going to happen between the two of us in the future.

"I think we're going to fuck each other a lot." She smiled, "I'm telling you, ever since I saw you folding the laundry and watched you examine my bra, I've wanted my tits in your hands." I reached out and cupped her boob. Her nipples were still hard. I gently fingered her nipple and she moaned.

"So," if we spend time fucking each other, what about other people? Will we still date and have sex with others in your plan?"

She pulled gently on my cock and put her hand on my hand as I played with her tit, "Sure. You and I can fuck each other forever with no strings attached. I'll always love you and I'll always want to suck your cock. So, if you meet some girl and get married, you make love to her and then you come over and have fucking sex with me. And when I marry Mr. Right and enjoy his cock, I'll always save room for you on my busy schedule."

I smiled at her and let my hand trace a line from her titties down to her puss. I stroked slowly and gently at her clit. She liked what I was doing. She leaned back against the bar and spread her legs to give me better access to her muff. I lowered my face and licked that sweet pussy again. While I nibbled on her clit, I looked up at her tits. God how I'd always loved them. She squirmed around as my tongue brought her near orgasm. Suddenly, I noticed hands on my sister's tits, tugging hard on her nipples. Her juices gushed onto my face and I slurped them up. I stood back up and there was my friend, the Asian babe, massaging my sister's tits and French-kissing her. Oh my, my sister was BI. This was too fucking hot to believe. I sat down on a barstool and sipped on my margarita. My sister pinched away at the Asian's nipples. She pulled on them as hard as I had. The Asian was just standing there, hands above her head begging my sister to "Pinch harder, pinch harder." 

I figure I might as well make this a family affair. I moved to the backside of the Asian and put the tip of my cock to her asshole. She looked back and said, "Fuck my ass hard, I want it to hurt baby." My sister smiled at me and urged me to drive my cock in hard. I plunged it in without any regard for her comfort. She cried in her delirium. "Oh baby, I cum, I cum, I cum. Oh, fuck my ass baby." My sister still pinched her nipples hard. The Asian came, her whole body shook. She turned around and kneeled before me. "I clean your big cock off." With that she swallowed my entire cock into her mouth. As good as my sister was, this babe was the best. She made my cock feel like it was attached to a cock-sucking machine designed to milk every ounce of cum out of it. My sister kissed me and sucked on my nipples. I cupped her beautiful tits. She came up and whispered in my ear, "come on sweetie, fuck the little bitch. Push your big cock down her throat. Oh I love you. We're going to have fun together. Mmmm, just imagine you and me out on the town. We can get anyone we want whenever we want. And always, before the night is through, we'll fuck and kiss and hold each other close."

My sister's desire and the Asian's cock sucking brought me amazingly to one final orgasm. The Asian stood up and kissed my sister. I could see them sharing my cum and they both swallowed down their share. The Asian said, "Mmm, you two can fuck me anytime." I was spent. I told my sister I had to go but that I'd call her in the morning. She said she was leaving soon but there was one more person she had to have. She pointed to the end of the bar. There stood a black woman, about 6' tall and with a body unimaginable. She was fine looking. I looked at her full, firm tits. She had inch long, hard nipples that she was playing with while she stared my sister down. I was tempted to stay and watch but sometimes, enough is enough.

As I walked towards the door leading back into the house, I turned and looked back. My sister was sitting on the end of the bar, and was sucking on the black babe's tits. As I stood and watched, the black babe pushed my sister back onto the bar, spread her legs and buried her face in my sweet sister's pussy. 

Uh, I started to get hard again...

The Party



Her lover had called her this morning at work and told her he wanted her to meet him at a house party later that evening. He gave her the address and told her how he wanted her to dress. He liked her to wear provocative, revealing clothes. He liked to show her off and watch as other men reacted to her. As she got ready after work, she let her mind wander to the night ahead. Her lover was always testing her limits, trying to see how far she would go. She wondered what he had planned for tonight.....

She walked into the party and, after accepting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, her eyes roamed the room looking for him. She saw him on the far side of the crowded room- talking to a beautiful woman. She felt a pang of jealousy as she watched him smile and laugh at something the woman had said- oblivious to her arrival. She tried to shake off the feeling as she slithered through the clusters of people towards him. She hated feeling jealous but she couldn't stop it. She didn't want any other women messing with her man. It was ironic really, because she had sucked the cocks of most of his friends and they had licked and sucked and kissed every part of her body. But she wasn't cheating on him...she did it for him. He was always there and in full control of the situations. He liked to watch her suck cock...whether it was his own or someone else's but he wouldn't let another man fuck her. That was his and his alone...

Halfway through the crowd, a group of men stopped her to compliment her coat. She was wearing a full length silver fox coat she'd borrowed for the night. She modeled it for them, and as she did a slow 360 degree turn, she let the plush fur slide down off her bare shoulders, revealing her outfit. Their roar of approval drew the attention of the people around them, including her lover. Under the coat she was wearing a chain mail halter top that was cut in a deep V in the front, covering little more than her dark pink nipples and draping alluringly down her chest. The back was simply a series of chains connecting the sides and laying down the center of her back. Her jutting nipples poked their shape into the chain mail and looked very hot. Her mini skirt was also made of chain mail but it was a looser weave. Under the skirt she wore a flesh colored thong and the effect was stunning. Completing her ensemble were black leather high heeled boots that hugged the contours of her legs like a second skin. She caught her lovers gaze and he smiled her satisfaction as he motioned to her to come to him.

She thanked the group of men for their compliments and slipped through the people to her lover, shedding the coat as she moved to his side. His strong hands encircled her waist and he looked her up and down. "I don't like the panties", he said with a wink. Her eyes never left his as she reached up under her skirt and hooked her thumbs through the thong, sliding them down her long legs and letting them drop to the floor. Using the toe of her boot, she lifted the tiny heap into the air and tossed them toward him. He caught the thong on his finger and crushed them to his nose. "Much better", he told her. Before he could introduce his companion, the woman reached over and took the panties out of his hand and slid them under her nose. "Mmmm", she purred, "I would love a taste of that". Her lover looked at her for her reaction and was ecstatic to see her smiling, her eyes locked on the woman's'

He led the two women farther back in the house toward what he assumed were the bedrooms. His assumption proved correct and they stepped inside what looked like the master suite. Leaving the door open, the women moved toward the bed and the stranger reached out to slide her hands under the woman's loose fitting top while her mouth licked and nibbled on her exposed midriff. The two women came together in a tangle of arms and legs and searching fingers and tongues, while he stood silently inside the door. The silence was broken only by the moans and gasps of the two women writhing on the king size bed.

As they got hotter, they began to undress each other, tossing the clothes aside as they peeled them off. The next time she looked toward her lover standing by the door, he wasn't alone. Four men were lounging in the doorway, watching intently. She recognized a couple of them from her entrance. One of the men she noticed, was slowly rubbing his open hand across the bulge in his pants. A moment later, she turned her full attention back to the woman that was now between her spread thighs and the delicious sensations she was causing with her probing tongue. She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled herself to her hands and knees, the woman following her movements, continued to eat her pussy doggy style. She looked up and saw something that made her smile. There, looped casually around the bedpost was a leather whip. She reached for it and tossed it over her shoulder to the woman who accepted it readily. "You like it rough", she whispered and, not waiting for a reply, she cracked the whip across her firm ass cheeks. She cried out at the sharp sting and braced herself for the next one but instead she felt the leather tail sliding through the crack of her ass. She arched toward it, wanting more and the woman didn't disappoint her. After each lash she felt warm, smooth hands caressing her ass.

The changing sensations were making her hot- her cunt was soaking wet and she desperately wanted to be fucked. As if he could read her mind, her lover approached the bed. He had a long steel bar in his hands and she wasn't sure what it was until she felt his hands on her ankles. He attached the spreader bar between her legs while the woman finger-fucked her, her tongue exploring her ass hole. He knew what she wanted and he was only too happy to give it to her. He wrapped a blindfold around her head and tied it tightly in the back, pulling her hair roughly in the process. She heard someone moving and seconds later, she felt hands on her ass. She knew it wasn't the woman because these hands were large and work-roughened and were being very insistent. The anonymous fingers rubbed down the valley separating her cheeks and teased her dripping snatch- slipping through the slick, swollen lips without penetrating her.

She felt another set of hands pinching and squeezing her nipples and suddenly a big, thick cock was pressing its' swollen head between. her lips. As the thick rod forced its' way into her mouth, she tasted the familiar tang of his cum, willingly opening her mouth wider to allow him to penetrate deeper. As she sucked his cock the hand on her ass began a more detailed exploration. The added stimulation made her tighten her mouth around the pumping cock causing the man to rocket over the edge and she felt her mouth filling with his hot, creamy cum. Almost simultaneously she felt warm fluid sprinkling over her ass, he told her later that the other woman had given one of the guys a hand job while they watched. As the man emptied his load in and around her mouth, she felt another rock hard cock vying for her attention, the cum slicked head was rubbing back and forth across her cream covered lips. She accepted it readily into her mouth and as she did, someone mounted her from the rear like a big dog. She knew it was her lover sliding his long, thick cock between her shaved pussy lips- he never allowed any other man that privilege.

He knew just what to do to make her respond. He held her hips and pulled her onto his thick shaft and as he pushed her forward, she was forced to take more of the other mans cock into her mouth. She fought for each breath as the two men fucked her and, when she thought she couldn't take any more, someone slid under her and took one of her swollen nipples into their warm wet mouth while the other was manhandled in a big, work-roughened hand. Her lover pulled her back, her ass slamming against him as he started to cum- filling her with his hot fuck fluid. The man in front of her gave one final thrust and sprayed her face with his creamy jizz. She heard people moving around the room and the sounds of zippers being zipped and then it was silent. Her lover removed the blindfold and she looked around the room and saw they were all alone. She reached for him and they kissed hungrily. He unbuckled the spreader bar from around her ankles and they fell onto the bed, his strong body covering hers and he made slow, passionate love to her- not caring if passerby's paused to watch silently. They finished and she went into the bathroom to repair her makeup and hair and then gathered her clothes from the floor where they had been flung and got dressed.

As they re-joined the party she looked around at the people and asked him who had participated in their impromptu orgy. He smiled and asked her if it mattered. She shook her head no, knowing she could trust him and, for the rest of the night when a man smiled and flirted with her or asked her to dance, she wondered...



The Party



The party was in full swing by the time I arrived at the frat house. Music was blaring, people were talking, dancing, and already many couples were attempting to find empty rooms to fuck their dates in.

I walked over to the punch table and poured myself a glass and taking a sip I surveyed the dance floor. Finishing my glass, I pour another and down it before I head to the floor to dance. I sway my hips to the beat and close my eyes letting the music control me. Several guys caress my body and dance with me as I succumb to the music.

You watch me from the corner of the room. My dress rides up high enough so that you can tell that I am not wearing any panties and you can clearly see the sweat running down my neck and between my breasts, the large globes swinging freely in the backless dress. Images flash through your mind and you can see yourself kneading and sucking my hard nipple and hear my cries of pleasure as you bury yourself in my pussy. Growing harder by the second, you decide it is time...

The dancing is making me euphoric and the salsa beat is turning me on a little, making my nipples hard and tenting my dress. Each guy that comes along to dance with me runs his hands along my body or bumps and grinds with me, adding to the heat raging inside me. I see you walk through the crowd, straight towards me. I watch as my body keeps moving.

You approach me and cup my hips, hauling me closer to your body. I gasp and look into your eyes, a little shocked at the bold move but you grind into me, revealing that your dick is hard. Its considerable size and length cause my body to burn. Smiling, I wrap my arms around your neck and brush and press my body against yours flirtatiously as we continue to dance.

Meeting my challenge, you press your leg between mine and rub it against my pussy, making me whimper in pleasure. Out of control, I rock my hips against yours in a plea for more...smiling, you refuse to give it and keep dancing, still rubbing your leg against my pussy, enjoying your control over me.

Feeling your lust for me raging out of control, you hear the song end and grab my hand, tugging me off the floor and up the stairs. Wordlessly, I follow, the burning in my body too much to bear.

You take out a key and unlock a door. Ushering me inside you lock it behind us. Then pressing me against the door, you kiss me hard. My lips open under the pressure of yours and our tongues surge out to meet and duel with each other. I whimper as your hands slide up from my hips to my breasts, kneading them roughly. My hands cup your head, deepening the kiss.

Your fingers pluck at my nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers hard, almost to the point where it is painful, but there is no pain...only sensation. Breaking the kiss, you pull the straps of my dress down my arms and watch as the red silk falls to my feet.

Slowly, your eyes peruse my body on its way back up to my eyes. My feet encased in three inch strappy sandals, my long, slim, but toned legs, my inner thighs glistening with pussy juice, evidence of how wet I am, and I see your tongue snake out to lick your lips at the thought of lapping it up from my thighs and pussy. The brown hair covering my trimmed pussy, small waist, large, full, and firm breasts with the large rosy nipples--your eyes linger there--up to where you can see my hearth thundering in the hollow of my throat, up to my bruised and swollen lips and finally to my smouldering green eyes, where you get your answer to the silent question.

Reaching out, I try to haul you in for another kiss, but smiling, you evade my grasp by dropping to your knees and spreading my legs wide. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming as your lips and tongue delve into the depths of my pussy. Your tongue makes long laps at my pussy, making sure to hit my clit every time before shooting up into my cunt. My hands clutch in your hair to pull you closer. Your teeth nibble on my clit and your tongue fucks my cunt at a mad pace, causing me to writhe against the door.

Suddenly, my body begins to quake and I let out a long and continuous cry as I flood your mouth with pussy juice. Eagerly, you make sure to lap up every last drop.

While I calm down you take the opportunity to take your clothes off and I see just how hung you really are. My eyes widen in surprise as your jeans fall to the floor and you step out of them. Licking my lips, I fall to my knees to take it in my mouth but you pick me up and slam me back against the door saying you want to cum in my pussy and not my mouth before wrapping my legs around your hips and ramming your dick into my pussy as hard and fast as you can, catching my shriek of joy in your mouth as we kiss to the furious rhythm of your thrusts.

My hands claw at your back and shoulders. My nails causing blood to slowly ooze out of the claw marks. Breaking the kiss I throw my head back to pant encouragements for more and, amazingly, you turn up your speed and tempo up a notch. Biting your way down my throat as you fuck me, you reach the point where my neck meets my shoulder just as you are ready to cum and you clamp your teeth into it hard, shouting as you cum.

The combined sensations of the bite and the feel of your cum hitting and flooding my pussy, triggers a chain reaction in my body, causing me to cum as well, this one even more violent than the first. Spent and drained, we fall to the floor, still joined and exhausted, immediately falling asleep...



The Party



With his wife and four-year-old son in bed for the evening long ago, Peter turned on his computer. As usual, there was nothing on television. He muttered something about Bruce Springsteen being a visionary when he sang "57 Channels and Nothing's On."

It was a Saturday night, Peter was ungodly horny and all he had for comfort was his computer. And he couldn't even doing anything with that. His backyard neighbors, a house full of just-graduated college kid rental types, were having another of their Saturday night blowouts. Peter went to the kitchen to peer through the window and check out the activity out there. There were 30 or 40 people littered along the back porch and yard, and techno music was blasting through the usually quiet suburban neighborhood. He thought about calling the cops to break it up, but Peter just wasn't in the mood to bust anybody's balls. What he wanted was a beer. And someone to talk to.

"I must be insane," he thought to himself. "I don't even know who these guys are." Peter didn't know too many people in the neighborhood. Working nights as a police reporter for the local paper didn't exactly make his social calendar bustle. In fact, he had just one night off in common with his wife. It was a wonder they had found time to have a child. But something told Peter to put on his sandals and make his way out back.

He was surprised how much the volume grew once he left the comfort of his air-conditioned home. It was a sultry June evening and the party was still going strong even though it was nearly 1 a.m. "I must be getting old," the 38-year-old chuckled to himself. He made his way to the chain-link fence separating the two yards and watched the festivities for a while. Four tiki torches burned on each corner of the small concrete back porch. There was white plastic lawn furniture in the yard beyond the porch. A volleyball net was hung between two trees. Peter watched and listened to the party-goers for a while. They didn't seem much different from himself and his friends after college.

Peter was lost in his thought when a drunken guy stumbled over to him. He could have doubled for Sean Penn's Jeff Spicoli surfer-dude character in "Fast Times at Ridgemont High." He wore baggy cargo shorts, an unbuttoned red Hawaiian shirt and carried two beers. "Hey dude," Hawaiian shirt guy slurred, "wanna beer?" Hawaiian shirt guy thrust a beer into Peter's hands. Not one to want to seem unneighborly, Peter accepted and climbed over the fence. Hawaiian shirt guy put his arm around Peter's shoulders and led him to the rest of the guests.

"Hey everybody, look what I got," Hawaiian shirt dude said "I found one of your neighbors. Can he come over and play with us? Please? Pretty please?"

Peter wanted to crawl under the fence from the embarrassment, but nobody seemed to pay any attention to Hawaiian shirt guy. Which was fine by Peter. He quietly separated himself from his newfound friend and began to survey the crowd. He noticed it was about half girls, half guys and most were very drunk or well on their way to being there. He also noticed most of the partygoers were 10 to 15 years younger than him, and Peter thanked his genetic pool for looking much younger than his 38 years.

Naturally, Peter began to check out the women at the party. They were dressed for the weather, which was still quite warm for that late at night. Most in shorts, lots of halter tops and bikini tops and a few very short skirts thrown in for good measure. Peter silently cursed himself for not being more neighborly sooner.

His thoughts were interrupted by a tapping on his shoulder. He turned to find a woman of about 25 wearing the shortest miniskirt he had ever seen. It barely covered the bottom of her ass. She had long red hair going about halfway down her back and perfect white teeth. It looked like she had just walked off a movie set. She wore a thin white cotton tank top and was barefoot. From beneath her tank top, Peter could see a pair of medium sized breasts and large nipples, unrestrained by a bra.

"You're the guy who lives behind us, right?" the girl asked Peter. He nodded accordingly. "Sorry if we woke you up. We tend to get a little loud sometimes," she said apologetically.

"Not at all," said Peter. "I work at night, so this is like the middle of the afternoon for me. I hope you don't mind me dropping by. My house was pretty quiet and you guys seemed to be having a pretty good time over here. I figured I might as well come over and make some new friends."

She introduced herself as Cara, and Peter soon learned she was the girlfriend of one of the party hosts. She worked as a nurse and spent lots of time at her boyfriend's house and she said she often noticed Peter and his son playing Whiffle Ball in the back yard.

"Make yourself at home," Cara told Peter. "The more the merrier." Peter felt better immediately. He feared being stuck with Hawaiian shirt guy all night, but this lovely redhead had lifted his spirits immensely. Cara left his side to check on other guests and Peter was alone again with his beer, although not for long.

"Hi. Do you know where Cara is?" asked a female voice. Peter turned to find himself staring eye-to-eye with a green-eyed goddess. Peter hadn't run into many women as tall as his own 6 feet, once inch height, but he always had a weakness for tall girls.

"I think she went to get more ice or something," Peter stammered. The tall blonde cocked her head to the side for a moment and asked "Do I know you?" Peter wished he did, but there weren't too many 6-foot, 1-inch blonde goddesses in his life at the moment. "I wish you did, but there's always time to make new friends," he replied. The girl smiled and Peter offered her his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Jayne," she said. "I work with Cara over at the hospital." Jayne took Peter's hand and he could swear he felt a jolt of electricity when their hands touched. This girl was a knockout. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a short pair of surfer shorts and a cropped T-shirt that showed off her flat belly and belly ring. Peter found belly rings very sexy and often found himself admiring them when young girls were on parade at the local mall.

Peter looked Jayne up and down and found her to be very tan and perhaps the sexiest creature he had ever laid eyes on. He green eyes sparkled in the light from the tiki torches and her full round breasts rose and fell with each breath. "Christ," he thought to himself "doesn't anybody wear a bra anymore?" Not that he was complaining. Not in the least. It was then Peter noticed he and Jayne were still holding hands. He felt momentarily awkward and went to pull his hand away, but her grip tightened on his. She smiled at him and he blushed. He wasn't used to this kind of attention from anyone, let alone a beauty like Jayne.

Jayne took Peter's hand and led him to a chair. He gestured for her to sit, but she pushed him down into the seat and giggled, then climbed into his lap. Peter's mind began to race. Checking out the girls back here was one things, but he wasn't so sure it was a good idea to let things get out of hand with his wife and son asleep in his own house just 20 yards away.

"Relax," said Jayne and Peter tried, but the bulge is his shorts made it difficult to do much of anything. Jayne talked as if they were old friends and like nothing was out of the ordinary. "When in Rome," Peter thought to himself. He had one arm wrapped around Jayne's bare waist while the other rested on her smooth tan thigh. This woman was amazing. And she was laughing at his jokes, a delicate yet honest response to his wit. And she was gorgeous. He couldn't keep from staring into her eyes. It was if he felt himself being drawn into them.

Jayne talked about life in the ER and she and Peter had some common experiences, since he had written about some of the crimes whose victims ended up in the hospital. They were deep in conversation when Hawaiian shirt guy appeared again and said "dudes....time to sing happy birthday." Apparently Cara's boyfriend had thrown the party for himself to celebrate his 28th birthday.

Peter went to get up out of the chair, figuring Jayne would get up so they could join the rest of the crowd. However, he moved, but she didn't and suddenly, the plastic chair started to topple backward. In a flash, Peter was sprawled out on the ground, flat on his back, with Jayne laying on top of him. "Oh my God, are you OK?" Peter blurted out from beneath the gorgeous blonde. She began to laugh at their predicament, her perched over his prone form, crotches rubbing together.

She was still laughing when she bent down to kiss him and thank him for being so sweet and caring about her welfare. Her lips touched his and he felt as if he'd been attached to jumper cables. He swore he saw sparks and could tell from the look in Jayne's eyes that she felt it too. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, tasting her hungry lips. He was surprised but not at all upset when he felt her tongue press against his lips, and he opened his mouth wider to accept it.

Jayne was pressing her crotch against Peter's very pronounced bulge as their tongues continued to intertwine, each taking time to suck on the other's tongue. Peter opened his eyes to make sure this was not a dream and when he did, he saw Jayne's tongue. She opened her eyes, smiled devilishly and said "come with me." Like he could say no?

She led him toward the house and to the outdoor stairs that led to the basement. It was a dark and semi-furnished room with a couple of couches, a TV and a recliner. She led him by the hand to one of the sofas and sat down. She patted the seat next to her for him to join, and Peter sat down in a flash. Jayne giggled at his speed to join her, but he was afraid to do anything slowly, for fear this vision before him would disappear. He sat down next to her and she pulled herself on top of him, again rubbing her crotch into his own.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Jayne purred as she wriggled atop his hardened cock. Peter smiled, familiar with the tone of the young blonde's voice. He hadn't had too many sexual partners, but the five or six had always complemented him on the size of his cock. It was about 7 1/2 inches long and about three inches around. He had always gotten hard easily and stayed that way. He was glad age hadn't taken it's toll on his libido.

Peter interlocked his fingers with Jayne's as they continued kissing, tongues thrusting and parrying on the couch in the darkened basement. He actually whimpered when she stood up, fearful she'd leave to rejoin the festivities. But she began to kneel before him and remove her shirt. Peter couldn't help but stare as her glorious, gravity-defying breasts came into his view. They were at least a C-cup and probably about a 34 in size. But what really caught his attention were her nipples. The areolas were huge...probably about three inches in diameter. And her nipples stuck out proudly, like tiny soldiers saluting their superior officer.

Jayne continued her striptease, smiling at the response from her newfound friend. He was kind of cute, with short brown hair parted to the side (the young Republican look, she called it) and mischievous green eyes. He had a quick wit and a sarcastic tongue and she felt immediately drawn to him. He was so much more real than those pretentious doctors at the hospital.

She untied the string to her board shorts and slowly pulled them down past her hips. When Peter saw no tan lines, he nearly passed out. When the shorts were around her knees, he noticed her pussy was shaved clean. No tan lines, not a hair. Just dark tanned skin. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She wasted little time stepping out of her shorts and tossed them on his chest with a giggle. He took them and inhaled her scent. He could feel the moisture on them. It had been a long time since he'd had this kind of affect on a woman.

Jayne's hands moved to his shorts and unbuttoned them and began to pull the zipper down. Peter could have sworn he heard a crackle of electricity. He lifted his hips up slightly and she pulled the shorts off his legs and tossed them into the darkness. She felt his hardness through his silk boxers and reached inside to free his swollen cock. Peter groaned at her touch, delighted and mesmerized with her light handling of him. She bent down and kissed the head of his cock and looked up at him. A pearl of pre-cum had formed at the tip and she jabbed at it with her tongue. As she lifted her head up, the pre-cum began to stretch out between his cock and her tongue, perhaps the most erotic sight he had ever seen. He wanted to lay back and savor Jayne's work, but he was drawn to her eyes. Her eyes never left his and this turned him on even more.

Jayne quickly shed Peter's boxers and was gently massaging his balls and she licked and kissed the tip of his cock. He ran his fingers though her hair while their eyes remained locked on each other. Jayne opened her mouth wider and began to take more of him into her mouth. He resisted the urge to ram himself down her throat and fuck her face. He wanted this pleasure to last a lifetime.

Deep into her mouth and throat, Jayne swallowed Peter's cock. She stared into his eyes with a fiery lust as she pumped him with her mouth, tickling his balls with her fingertips. Peter wanted this to last as long as possible, but had to see if this girl tasted as good as she smelled. Peter pulled his cock out of her mouth with a soft "plop" and stood up, and walked over to the recliner. He lifted the lever and the chair went horizontal and Peter laid back. He motioned for Jayne to sit on the arms of the chair spreading her pussy out for him. She quickly clambored on and lowered herself onto the older man's tongue. More sparks shot out between them.

Peter licked the lips of the girl's pussy up and down, tantalizing and teasing her by avoiding her clit. She was so wet Peter could feel her moisture dripping onto his chin and chest. He could wait no longer and stabbed at her clit with tongue. The tall blonde let out a shriek as his tongue touched her clit. She spread her legs wider and ground herself into his face, wanting him to fuck her with his tongue. He was pleased to oblige her.

He took her clit between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. He flicked it back and forth, feeling her writhe in ecstasy. She began to quiver and moan louder as the wave of her first orgasm washed over her body. She shuddered as he slid a finger insider her pussy and began to finger fuck her while he sucked on her clit. She was sweating, convulsing and moaning from the movements of his tongue. She had to have his cock inside her. Now.

It was as if they shared a single mind. Peter put the recliner back to its normal position and plopped into a bean bag chair. His cock was harder than ever and was leaking pre-cum. Jayne walked over and slowly lowered herself onto his pulsing cock. Moving ever so slowly, she impaled herself with his cock as they both began to moan, she pushed herself all the down until he was fully inside her and their pelvises met.

They remained motionless for a moment, savoring the feeling of first-time lovers joined together. Then slowly, Jayne began to rotate her hips, swaying back and forth on top of Peter's cock. He took her hands in his and they interlocked fingers again, connected even deeper. Peter thrust his hips up to try and push himself further into this goddess, and she ground down harder on him. He sat up and began to lick and bite her nipples, which caused her to moan even louder.

The two new lovers moved together, bodies thrusting to the beat of the dance music playing at the party just outside their door. Peter felt the surge begin to build inside his balls and warned Jayne that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Jayne responded by bouncing up and down even harder and faster than before. "Cum inside me, please," she said breathlessly. "I want to feel you explode inside me."

That's all it took and explode Peter did. He felt lightning bolts shoot out of his cock as his orgasm began. He bucked and thrust his hips at the girl, emptying what seemed like and endless stream of cum into her. She screamed as another orgasm devastated her and furiously rocked on top of him.

Peter's orgasm subsided at the same time as Jayne's and she collapsed on top of him in a sweaty, exhausted, yet satisfied heap. They kissed again and drifted off to sleep, with his softening cock still embedded in her satisfied pussy.



The Party



I've eyed you across the room for awhile now. That short mini skirt first caught my attention and then I looked down at those long, smooth, sexy legs. I felt my cock jump at first sight of them. I glance at your legs crossing and uncrossing every few minutes and it gives me a brief view of your green thong.

Our eyes meet when you catch me staring at your long legs and the treasure that is between them. You gave me a smile and a little wink. I could see the devilish twinkle in your eye and I felt my bulge grow even larger. I was ready for anything except this... You stood up and walked across the room taking my hand and leading me to one of the upstairs bedrooms.

Once in the room you closed and locked the door and wrapped your arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, swirling your tongue inside my mouth and wrestling with my own tongue. You grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head and tossed it in a heap to the floor. You gently raked your nails across my muscular chest and ripped abs. I slowly unbuttoned your silky smooth blouse and slid it off your arms that were busy unbuttoning my jeans. I gazed at your bra-covered tits and yearned to suck on their nipples. I fumbled for a second with the clasp of your bra and finally removed it throwing it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

You finally managed to get my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and got to your knees and slid them down. My hard on sprung a tent in my boxers and you looked up at me in the eyes and licked your lips while you ever so slowly pulled my boxers down. Your eyes went wide when you saw the size of it and couldn't wait to devour it. Wasting no time you swallowed the head of my cock and ran your tongue around the pee hole sending small shockwaves through my body.

I moaned and sighed at the same time and gripped the back of your head forcing more of my cock into your mouth. You sucked fast and then slow, adjusting your speed gradually. Your left hand squeezed and massaged my balls while your right hand held onto the base of my cock. Your head started to bob up and down on my long tool going faster and taking more and more of my dick into your mouth. I felt the head of my cock touch the back of your throat and grunted loudly. You took more still of my cock into your mouth pushing your nose into my neatly trimmed pubic hair.

That sent me over the edge. I let a load of hot white cum flood into your mouth with some escaping down your chin and onto your big round tits. You got on the bed on all fours with your mini skirt and thong covered ass waving it in front of me teasingly. I grabbed your ass cheeks and then rolled you onto your back. I threw up your skirt and grabbed the elastic band of your tiny thong and pulled it down your smooth sexy legs waiting a second for your foot to stop massaging my dick, which was already at full length again. I gazed between your legs and your glistening cunt and got on my knees between your legs. I first gently licked from your knees, up the inside of your thighs to your hot wet pussy. Finally reaching your puss, I licked all the way up and down your slit and stopped at your hard clit, gently sucking it and nibbling on it. I glanced up at you pinching your nipples and kneading your tits together then got back to the task at hand.

I dove my tongue into your wetness tasting your sweet pussy juices. I lapped at your cunt, gobbling down all the juices that flooded out. Your breathing got heavier and heavier and I knew you were about to cum. I took my right middle finger and slid it into your love tunnel and pumped it in and out furiously and attacked your clit with my tongue and teeth. I relentlessly licked and sucked on your cunt and heard you scream a blood-curling scream of ecstasy. I think you liked it.

Before you could calm back down, I climbed on top of you, spread your thighs ever more, and pushed the tip of my cock inside you and then thrust all the way in making you gasp sharply. I felt your pussy contracting around my cock, trying to accommodate the much-welcomed intruder. I began to slowly push my cock in and out of your fuck hole getting faster with each pleasure giving thrust. Your hips moved up to meet mine. Our bodies moved in unison and soon we were fucking like wild animals. We moaned and grunted in pleasure. You wrapped your legs around me and pulled me into you wanting more of my cock.

Your nails scraped my back as I fucked your cunt faster and harder. We screamed and moaned like this was our very last fuck on earth. Your cunt squeezed my cock and sent me over the edge. My cum sprayed inside you and it sent you over the edge screaming like a wild banshee. I collapsed on top of you, both of us trying to catch our breath.

We slowly regained our composure and silently got dressed. You took out a pen and took your thong. You wrote your name and telephone number on it and handed it to me and gave me a deep, sensual kiss saying, "Call me sometime." I opened the door where the rest of the party people were pressed up to the door listening; some with cum all over them and some with tits, cocks, and pussies showing. We both laughed and as you walked by you pressed against my cock through my jeans with your hand. I slowly watched you walk downstairs and out the door. That's one fuck I'll never forget.



The Party



I was looking forward to a long boring weekend. All my plans had fallen through just this afternoon and now I sat here alone. I was starting to pity myself so I walked into my kitchen and pulled a gallon of comfort food out of the freezer. At least I had my rocky road.

I turned on the radio that I keep in here and sat down at the table and started to shovel ice cream into my mouth. After about the third bite I started to feel better. 

When I heard the phone ring in the other room I looked at the clock. "Who could that be? Almost everybody I know are out having fun tonight." I think to myself.

I pick up the phone to hear my friend Melissa start talking before I have a chance to say anything. "What have you got planned for tonight?" she purred into the phone. "Oh never mind. So, when are you coming over? We are having a party tonight. I would have invited you before now but it just kinda happened."

When she paused to draw a breath I answered all her questions. "Nothing but a gallon of ice-cream and an old movie." I told her. Hearing my answer she laughed. "And I would love to come over. What kind of party are you having?" 

"Oh just a little get together." She said. "Well, see you in a few than." She hung up before I could say another word.

Shaking my head I headed to my room to change and put my make-up on. That was just like Melissa. Once she had her mind set on something she would not take no for an answer and she would not give you a chance to change your mind.

I showed up at my friend's house about an hour later. I knocked on the door and Gray opened the door. He looked me over and smiled. "My don't you look good."

"Thanks, but you are just being nice." I said. I had decided to wear jeans and a nice T-shirt so I knew he was just flirting with me.

Stepping inside I look around, there are people all around. It took me a second to notice that most of them were women. Other than Gray there were only three other men there.

Gray shut the door than yelled to Melissa that I was there. She came in from the kitchen carrying a try loaded down with fruit and other condiments. Seeing me she smiled and put the food down on the coffee table. She stepped up to me and gave me a light kiss on the lips. "Glad you could make it." She pulls back and motions me over to a chair near the couch.

We all settled down and begin talking and telling jokes. Then Melissa started off the night "I have a dare. Who wants it?" She said.

I sat there for a second and then said I would start things off. I was excited, waiting to hear what I was going to have to do. Melissa looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled really big. It was then that I knew she had wanted me to go first.

"OK, here goes it," she looked me straight into my eyes. "I dare you to take your clothes off while dancing around the room. I want a strip tease to top all strip teases. Then I want you to lay on the coffee table and make yourself cum."

I felt a trill run through my body. Just thinking about doing what she wanted me to do was making me wet. I stood up and walked over to the CD player and picked out some old music. I put the CD in and turned up the volume. As the first notes of Concrete Blondes "Bloodletting" filled the room I started to move. Moving my hips and rolling my body in time with the slow beat I moved to stand in front of Melissa. I ran my hands down over my breast and played with them over my top. Just touching my nipples made them erect and stand out begging to be touched. I took hold of the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and off. I looped the shirt behind Melissa neck and pulled her head in close to my breast as I moved them right in front of her mouth. Letting loose of the shirt I turned away and picked my next victim.

Sitting on the love seat was a cute little red head. I moved up in front of her and dropped to my knees. I ran my hand up her leg while watching desire flare in her eyes. With my free hand I opened my bra, freeing my now aching tits. Pushing her legs open I slid my body up the length of her until I felt her breath on my nipples. Placing my hands on her shoulders to keep my balance, I ran my nipple over her lips. When I felt her open her mouth and try and suck it in I moved back a little. Looking her in the eye, I cupped my breast and brought my nipple to my mouth and lick the hard nub. Seeing her suck in a hard breath I suck it into my mouth. It felt so good that I moaned and felt my panties get wet. Letting go of my breast I move on to the next person.

My next target is a petit little brunette. I move in front of her and turn my back to her. I begin to remove my jeans. I slid them over my hips and push them to my knees. I bend over, giving her a perfect view of my wet panties. I put my hand on the coffee table and run may other hand up between my thighs. Running my fingers along the edge of my underwear before slipping my finger deep inside of me. I start moving my hips and finger in time with the music again. I am getting close to cumming. I feel the heat building in my pussy. I pull my finger out and stood up again. I turn toward the girl sitting on the couch and place my fingers on her lips. She sucked them it in and started to clean them of all my sweet juices. I pull my finger from her mouth and finish pushing my jeans off.

Now left standing in only my thong panties I move to the middle of the room. I ran my hands up and down my body, moving in time with the music now playing. I hooked my thumbs in the sides and began to pull the down my legs. When they lay on the floor at my feet I continue to move my body. I slowly lowered myself to the floor and began crawling across the floor to the coffee table where I would finish my little show. As I passed people I felt hands touching me. I have a hand on my breast and another on my ass. As I came close to the red head I stop and look at her. She has her skirt pulled up and is playing with her clit. 

Seeing her I could not help but move in between her knees and push them wider. I ran my hand up her to hip and than pulled her panties off. Leaning forward I started kissing her outer lips. She held them open for me with her fingers and I licked her clit. Her hips bucked up off the couch. I pushed on finger deep in her cunt and started sucking her clit. She started moaning and the walls of her pussy started grabbing at my finger. I realized that she was closer than I thought. I moved down and stuck my tongue inside her. Her pussy was so sweet. I started fucking her hard with my tongue while playing with her clit with my hand. I moved my other hand between my legs and started playing with my clit. The harder I stroked her, the harder I stroked myself. My pussy was so wet. I could feel the wetness sliding down my legs. The red head threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm hit her. I felt her juices hit my tongue and started lapping at her, not wanting to miss any of it. She was shuddering under me now and I felt my own release coming over me. I buried my face in her cunt and moaned as my pussy started to pulsate. I rocked my hips and pushed my fingers deeper inside me as I came apart. 

I lifted my head from the red heads pussy and looked at my friend Melissa. She sat on the other couch playing with herself. I licked my lips and moved to the table in front of her. I sat on the table and spread my legs, and slowly pushed a finger inside me. I started a rhythm and rocked my hips in time with it. I knew she would not be able to sit there with my pussy wet and begging right in front of her. I was right. With a gentle nudge from Gray she slid off the couch and started licking my cunt. She pushed two fingers deep inside me making me whimper. The harder she fucked me the louder I got. I could hear other moans feeling the room to. I turned my head and saw that almost everyone had paired off. Just seeing this on top of have my clit sucked and pussy fucked made me cum. I started to trembling all over and reached down and brought Melissa mouth in tighter to me as my cunt flooded. I laid there panting for breath as I watched the others in the room, all in different stages of their own pleasure. 

Gray moved and sat beside my head as Melissa moved up my body to lay her head on my stomach. He looked around the room and smiled. "I always like having you at my parties. Every time you come this always happens." He laughed then leaned down and kissed me. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, tasting the red head. Tasting that he moaned and started rubbing the bulge in his pants.

When he lifted his head I smiled at him . "Wasn't my fault this time. After all I was dared to do this. I just got carried away." I said. I felt Melissa move off me and watched as she moved to kneel between Grays legs. As I watched she pulled his stiff cock out of his pants and started licking it.

I lay there watching until Gray threw his head back and grunted, his hips pumping into my friend's mouth. I smiled to myself. With friends like these two my life would never get boring.



The Party



The pounding beat of the music surrounded me as I made my way through the crowd. My boyfriend of a year and a half, Ethan, stood in the corner talking to a friend, leaning close to him. Without lifting his head, Ethan's bright blue eyes tracked my movement across the living room floor. His mid-sized apartment had become the scene of a raging party, celebrating his 21st birthday. The alcohol was flowing freely; a glass of Jack and Coke was in Ethan's left hand. I was tracking his drinking in an idle sort of way. Surprisingly, this was only his second drink of the night, and the party had been going on for at least two hours. At the beginning, he'd had an oversized shot of Southern Comfort, to the cheers of his friends. I had drifted to and from his side throughout the evening, greeting friends and trying to meet people I didn't know.

The party had been in the works for nearly a month. Two of his friends, Natalie and Max, had even come from Virginia, staying at his apartment for a few days. I had met her, but was still trying to find him. Virtually every one of our mutual friends, and some people that I didn't know, were here. Some were out on the small terrace, smoking. Others were in the kitchen, mixing bizarre alcoholic concoctions. Most were in the living room, dancing close together, or sitting along the walls, trying to carry on conversations that were next to impossible.

I finally reached his side, and he drew me close to him, kissing me. After we moved apart, I looked at the friend to whom he'd been talking; it was our friend Mike. He raised his own glass at me and nodded his head, grinning broadly. I myself had no drink, so all I could do was nod in return, and smile. Ethan took hold of my arm, and led me back through the dancers. I saw an inordinate number of people staring at us, some grinning, some not. I stared back, but grew a little self-conscious. We finally completed our trip across the living room, and he led me into the short hallway to his bedroom, which he unlocked.

Flipping the light on and closing the door, he smiled at me. Setting his drink down on the desk, he asked, "So what do you think?"

"I think I've never seen so many people in here at once! Do you know everybody here?"

"Yeah. I only met some earlier this week. I told people they could bring whoever they wanted, but I had to meet them first. I actually kicked a couple people out earlier," he said. 

This surprised me. Ethan was a really easygoing, laid-back guy who didn't do the sort of thing he was describing to me. He wouldn't even have done it if he were drunk. But I figured it was his party, and he may as well be able to have whom he wanted here. I just nodded. "I'm trying to get to know everybody, but it really isn't working," I confessed with a smile.

"It's okay. You'll get to know them," he assured me, pulling me toward him.

Before I could ask exactly what he meant, his lips closed over mine. I could taste the tartness of the alcohol as his tongue pushed gently into my mouth. Our tongues dueled for a little, invading each other's space. I leaned closer to him, pressing into his chest. His powerful arms surrounded me completely, one arm across my back, the other sliding downward as his hand moved down to cover my ass. I let him squeeze it a few times, and then I laughingly pushed him away. "Down, boy."

I went over to the mirror, and reached for my purse, which I had left in his locked room for security. Taking out my makeup, I touched up a little. I was Ethan's virtual opposite in color—olive skin, brown eyes and dark brown hair. My cheekbones were high; my forehead was not. I had managed to lose some weight in the previous year, despite Ethan's protests, and was now a relatively svelte 130, distributed proportionally on my 5'7" frame. He ducked down a little as he came up behind me, so all I could see over my own shoulder were his eyes and his short, spiky blond hair. But that was enough—his eyes sparkled with mischief as his hands came up to cover my small breasts. He pumped them gently like stress toys, using his fingers to brush across my nipples through my clothes.

I swatted his hands away. "You'll make me mess up!"

He affected a look of indignation. "You're the most beautiful girl at the whole party. You don't need makeup."

I was still a little self-conscious, remembering myself as I had been nearly a year and 35 pounds ago. "I don't know about that." I brushed powder across my nose and cheeks.

He kissed my neck, returning his hands to fondling me. I put the makeup away and watched him, feeling the goose bumps tingling across my arms. He never failed to arouse me on a moment's notice. Ethan slowly straightened up, never taking his hands off me. Soon he was pressed up against my back, massaging my breasts slowly and forcefully. It felt excellent.

I tilted my head back a little and moaned. Reaching up with my hand to encircle his neck, I whispered up to him, "You're bad... someone could hear us."

"Not with the music," he said in a low, sexy voice. He started undoing buttons on my shirt. I had a vague feeling that I shouldn't do this with over 40 people on the other side of the door, but I found myself submitting to him. I kicked my shoes off in front of the dresser.

I had lost my virginity to Ethan on our one-year anniversary. The setting was perfect, and I would always remember it. I had never slept with anyone but him—I never needed to. He satisfied me in every way. It looked like he wanted me to be satisfied again, right now. It occurred to me that others might have guessed this, and that was why we'd gotten the stares and smiles from the others at the party.

I was definitely a willing participant. He backed me into the wall, kissing me feverishly, finishing with the buttons on my shirt and undoing my bra, which clasped in the front. My hardening nipples were released, and I gasped as his thumbs began to play with them. He was turning me on incredibly.

Ethan slid the shirt off my shoulders along with the bra, letting them fall to the floor. I now stood topless in my jeans and sock feet. He bent and took one of my nipples in his mouth, rolling the other one between his thumb and index finger. I moaned loudly, grasping the back of his head as he sucked. He started licking me, flicking my nipples back and forth with his tongue. Pushing my breasts together, he buried his face in my cleavage, still licking. He sucked on my other nipple, which was as hard as a small stone. The air hitting my just-licked skin made them even harder, shriveling them a bit.

I kissed the top of his head as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over my hips, taking the socks with them as he pulled them off. The crotch of my underwear was damp, and my scent rose into the air. Ethan closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "You smell excellent," he said in a thick voice. He continued to kiss me as he undid his pants and stepped out of them. I hadn't noticed him taking off his shoes.

His cock sprang up as he removed his boxers. The sight of him never failed to impress me; his thick shaft was a dusky pink color, just the right length and curved a bit when he was extra-aroused. His heavy balls hung down between his legs, begging for attention. I pulled him toward me, still wearing his shirt, and kissed him. We usually took things slower; I was no longer sure of what was going on.

He broke away and leaned down to kiss my neck. He said in a low voice, "I want you." His hands were grabbing handfuls of my flesh everywhere, being rough. He squeezed a nipple painfully. I started to doubt the wisdom of this idea, wondering if the alcohol was having more of an effect than usual. I pushed him away. It wasn't right anymore.

"Not now, Ethan. I think we should wait until later. If then."

"What are you talking about, Madison? Don't tease me." His eyes held a dangerous promise that I'd never seen before.

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to anymore, Ethan. I'm going back to the party."

I bent to pick up my shirt, becoming angrier with him as he asked me what I thought I was doing. Straightening up, I started to put it on. He startled me by grabbing it and yanking it away from me. I was speechless. What came next was a rude shock.

"You're going to get fucked, whether you like it or not," he said in a rasping voice, picking me up by the hips as if I were no more than a rag doll. His hands circled under my legs, spread them apart and before I knew it, he'd buried himself inside me with one thrust.

Ethan rarely talked to me like that, especially when I hadn't indicated my willingness to hear it. And he never entered me without making certain, through various fun ways, that I was more than wet enough for him. Ignoring my desperate protests, he started pumping in and out of my semi-wet cunt, a look of ecstasy starting to eclipse his face. My body started to produce more fluids, trying to ease his entry as much as possible.

I had no idea what to do. My boyfriend was raping me against the wall. He outweighed me by at least fifty pounds, and I saw precious little means of escape. Then I remembered a playground trick that my friends and I had liked to play in elementary school.

I wrapped my legs farther around his waist, making sure that he was as close to me as possible. As I extended one leg, he smiled, a twisted smile that looked alien on his face. "You like it, don't you? You like being fucked hard." He continued to thrust.

I brought my heel down on the back of his knee with all my strength. Ethan's legs buckled, just like ours had when we were children. He lost his balance, drawing out of me with a wet sucking noise. As he went down, I was horrified to see one of his large hands shooting out and grabbing my ankle. I tried to pull away, but he brought me down next to him on my back with a thud.

Moving with cat-like speed that I'd rarely seen him demonstrate, Ethan straddled my chest. He stripped off his shirt, his face flushed and his eyes glowing with a light that was not quite sane. I'd never seen him as hard. "You'd better behave, or else you're going to be punished," he warned. He yanked me up by the arm, forcing me to a kneeling position in front of him. He pushed his shaft up against my lips, tangling his hand in my hair. "Suck my cock," he ordered.

I could not believe the monster that Ethan had turned into, right in front of my eyes. And what was this about being punished? I complied only when he reached down and pinched my nipple again.

I looked up at him balefully, my mouth full of his throbbing member. My dignity was being taken away! I brought my teeth down, scraping the head and causing him to flinch. "I'm warning you, Madison," he threatened. "Don't make me punish you." He placed a hand on either side of my head and started driving himself in and out of my mouth. He went in deep, and I desperately stifled my gag reflex as the head of his cock disappeared down my throat. In moments, he was erupting in long, thick jets into my mouth, some of it going straight down, and the rest of it onto my lips and tongue. I sputtered and coughed, trying to swallow what was in my throat to avoid choking.

He hadn't lost his hardness at all. I still had pools of cum on my tongue. I stood and spit it into his face. "How dare you force yourself on me. I trusted you!"

Leaning close to me, deliberately wiping the glob off his face, he smiled broadly. "Punishment," was all he said.

I slapped him as hard as I could, and then ran for the door. I had forgotten about my naked state until I flung the door open and was prepared to bolt out into the living room.

The music had stopped; I hadn't noticed before. But when I opened the door, everyone was staring at me, smiling. I was so nonplussed that I stopped still, and felt Ethan's arm close down around my arm and drag me back inside the room. As he did, I heard a "Have fun, Madison!" from the crowd. I was utterly stupefied. 

He closed the door, grinning wickedly. "I talked to them all beforehand. They think we're playing a little birthday game," he said smugly. "You can scream all you want. No one will help you. They'll just laugh it off." His arms reached out, his hands clamping down on my shoulders. "Punishment."

"What do you mean, punishment?" I asked. "You keep saying that."

He ignored my question, pulling me over to the king-sized bed. He pushed me down onto it; in my dazed state, I didn't struggle as much. I heard the clink of metal, and then felt cold steel closing over my right wrist. I was being handcuffed to the bed! I kicked and pushed with my other hand, but he easily overpowered me and cuffed the other hand as well. He didn't do anything to my legs, which I clamped together.

Laughing, he pushed them apart with minimal effort, and rammed his cock deep inside me. "How do you like that, you bitch?" he panted. He made the sex rough, squeezing my breasts hard and grabbing handfuls of my flesh. My body was responding to him by becoming wetter, but I was finding little pleasure. My thoughts were whirling. Why was he doing this?

Suddenly he withdrew. Tauntingly, he gave my slit a long lick, and stood at the foot of the bed. "Ready for your punishment?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, afraid to hear the answer.

Ethan still wore the same evil grin, but said nothing. He walked over to the door and opened it. I was completely aghast when he called out to the party that I was now available. My eyes went wide as he stood there, in full naked glory, beckoning with one hand.

I clamped my legs together, trying to avoid showing what could not be hidden. The first people to come in were men. They gathered around the bed, ogling me, but none seemed willing to do more. Then, one began to undress, smiling. I knew these guys; I couldn't believe that they would think I would be willing to do this. Ethan still stood at the door, greeting people as they streamed into the large bedroom. His cock was glistening with my fluids; I was embarrassed that everyone could see that he'd been fucking me.

Ethan drifted over to my side, smiling hatefully. "Undo these cuffs," I said in what I hoped was an authoritative voice. My eyes held a pleading that I knew only he would understand.

His smile never wavered. He looked at another of our mutual friends, Seth, who smiled as well, spread my legs and began to lick my cunt. Ethan watched impassively for a moment, then turned his back and walked toward the door.

People were in various stages of undress. Most were watching me get eaten out, but a few had grown tired of watching and were now making out with one another. Guys had brought their girlfriends, and were kissing and undressing them at different rates. As time went on, I noticed more and more naked people.

Seth was tonguing my clit rapidly. In spite of my circumstances, I began to get turned on again. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. The pleasure built until my orgasm seemed imminent, and then he jammed two fingers inside me, moving them around painfully. My arousal vanished.

The men standing around the bed were mostly naked now, and were holding their cocks in their hands. Mike stepped forward to take Seth's place, and started licking me as well. It seemed intolerable, so I looked over to the door, where Ethan had been.

What I saw shocked me. His back was to me, and he was kissing someone. She was shorter than I was, and his body blocked hers completely. She was already almost naked. His hands were on her breasts, gently fondling them, playing with her nipples. The girl stepped out of her panties, her last garment. I watched, transfixed, as his hand drifted downward and began to stroke her cunt. She dropped to her knees, and it became obvious that she was sucking his cock. Ethan's head fell back, and he moaned as her hand played with his balls. 

I wanted to protest, scream, do anything. No words would come. I felt a pressure between my legs, and looked back in time to see Mike sliding his hard cock into me.

I closed my eyes briefly as Mike started to fuck me. He propped himself over me on his hands, smiling the same smile as Seth and Ethan had. It was scaring me, and I did not understand. I hadn't wanted to let anyone but Ethan have me. Now I was being enjoyed by a whole host of men. 

Mike was longer than Ethan, but not nearly as thick. His hips pumped faster as he continued to take me. Waves of pleasure rose from within me, taking me by surprise but not entirely unwelcome. If this was going to happen to me, I might as well get something out of it. Suddenly, he came, shooting hot jets of cum deep inside me. I found myself suddenly very glad that I was on birth control.

Mike withdrew, leaving me unsatisfied. It was as though they could sense when I was about to have an orgasm, and they stopped me just short. It was starting to drive me crazy. I felt Mike's tongue lapping at me, never touching my clit. I wanted to reach down and grab his head, pull it upward. But my hands were still fastened. I tugged fruitlessly at my bonds. I needed to get out.

All over the room, couples were engaged in different sex play. Some were completely naked; others were not. Some were engaged with a partner or several; others were simply watching. It had developed into a full-scale orgy.

I looked over again at Ethan. He was cumming into the mystery girl's mouth. I licked my lips involuntarily, knowing how luscious his fluids were and hoping that she appreciated them. I was still angry, but I was becoming more and more aroused. Then, I was absolutely stunned when he looked at me, licked his lips, turned her around and entered her with one powerful thrust.

She was bent at the waist, her back toward me. I saw Ethan's smooth ass flexing as he slammed in and out of her, and I heard the audible smack that his balls were making as they hit her cunt on each stroke. Her moans were audible now. He looked over at me, smiling his evil smile, but there was an element of ecstasy in his face.

"Her cunt is so tight... ohhh." He reached around to play with her clit. "Don't you wish this was you I was fucking? It could have been, you know," he taunted, taking hold of her hips and thrusting so hard he lifted her off the ground. Her moans were turning into screams.

Another tongue soon replaced Mike's, but when I looked down, I didn't recognize the person licking me. As soon as this new man saw that he had my attention, he drove his cock into my wet cunt. I moaned loudly, surprising myself. He took this as encouragement, and started performing his own power thrusts.

Ethan's eyes went wide, and then a broad grin overtook his face. He continued to fuck the girl, and the mystery man was having me. I used my legs to lock him in, meeting his every thrust. All I could concentrate on was the thick meat inside me, pummeling me, pleasuring me. I started screaming in unison with Ethan's partner, and just when my orgasm was upon me, the man drew out. My mouth fell open in surprise and dismay. "Please," I begged him. "Make me cum, I need to cum."

A strange expression overtook his face. "We're not... allowed to let you," he said.

I was dumbstruck. "What do you mean, not allowed to?" I demanded.

"Ethan says so."

I looked over in time to see Ethan obviously cumming in deep jets inside the girl's cunt. Her screams were dying off into moans of delight as she came with him. The flash of jealousy was, unbelievably, overtaken by a surge of lust. I wanted to have Ethan now. I didn't care about anything else except satisfying my need to cum.

I watched as she straightened up and turned around, kissing him. When she broke apart from him, she turned to look at me. It was Natalie. I felt betrayed; she was his high school friend, and he had often said that nothing ever went on between them. That had sure changed quickly. "Ah," she said. "I see you've met Max." I looked up at the grinning male above me.




The Party



Ethan walked over to me, staring down arrogantly at me. "Undo me," I said to him, but without the earlier authoritarianism in my voice.

"I don't think so," he smiled, observing me as he saw my dripping wet cunt instinctively raising itself into the air. He took Max's place at the foot of the bed as Max and Natalie went off to enjoy each other.

"Why not?" I asked with a hint of desperation. "I need..."

"What do you need?

"To be unlocked. To cum. I don't know!" I pulled again at the unyielding steel.

"Madison, Madison. You didn't want this earlier," he mocked. "Maybe later, if then. What's changed?"

"Ethan..." I decided to go with the truth. "I'm incredibly turned on. I want to fuck. And I can't do it properly all locked up. Please—I'm begging you." 

Grinning, he positioned himself above me, and thrust deep inside me. Unlike earlier, his invasion was welcome, and I met every one of his thrusts with gusto. I started moaning and encouraging him. "Ethan, yes... your cock is so huge... ohh yes, please fuck me..." I did not notice him reach up, but I felt the cuffs suddenly fall off my wrists, having been undone.

I was free! I immediately rolled over so I was on top, and started bouncing up and down on top of him. I found myself incredibly horny, needing to satisfy the urge within. "How did you like being taken like a whore by all our friends?" he asked me, reaching down to thumb my clit.

I shuddered, partly in pleasure, and partly remembering the parade of men. I made no answer, but rode him harder. With his thumb playing with me, and with his huge cock creating the delicious friction, it wasn't long before I experienced one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had. I could feel myself clamping down on him; I raked my nails down his chest.

I collapsed on top of him, rolling to one side. His arm was around me, lazily stroking my hair. I was more confused than ever—was this all a big act? I looked up at him, my eyes full of questions.

The unholy fire in his eyes was gone, as was the twisted little smile. All that was left was my Ethan. He kissed me, gently fondling my breast. "Why?" I asked.

"I always wanted to see if I could start an orgy," he confessed with a grin. "You know that—we've talked about it. I have to admit that I got a little carried away with it. I knew that we'd fantasized about it, but I didn't ever think that we'd have the opportunity. And when you suddenly resisted me earlier, I thought it was the perfect way to start things."

"But what if I hadn't resisted you?" I asked.

"Everybody knew," he said. "If you hadn't resisted, we would have had sex and then I would have opened the door just like I did, but you wouldn't have been handcuffed to the bed. That was just to convince you that you wanted to do it. This place would have turned into an orgy no matter what. I told people to be prepared for either scenario."

I was still astounded. My easygoing Ethan, having an orgy in his apartment. It seemed like such an anomaly. I looked down beside the bed at Seth drilling away at a blonde girl I didn't know. I saw another interesting scene in the corner: one man sucking another man's cock. I knew the sucker, and would have sworn that he was completely heterosexual. Natalie and Max were fucking in the corner, her now-familiar screams rising above the general moans of the room.

"Madison, you sexy woman," he said, drawing my attention back toward him. I smiled, looking into his eyes. What I saw there surprised me—relief. "I took a big chance tonight with you. I didn't want to hurt you, but I got selfish at the last minute and used you to start the orgy. Please forgive me—I never meant for it to go that far, but I got caught up." He looked shamefaced.

I hadn't expected this. But I nodded. "I know, Ethan. I know." I kissed him, an element of excitement welling up inside me. I never thought that I would participate in an orgy, but here was my chance. I could do literally anything I wanted. A naughty idea rose unbidden in my head.

"Ethan," I said. He looked at me expectantly. "I want to share Natalie and Max. You claim that she's a good fuck; I know that he is. Let's share them." I assumed my own wicked grin, licking my lips lasciviously.

He couldn't quite conceal his surprise, but then, quickly, his evil smile returned. "Yes, let's," he said. "I think that's an excellent idea. That's my girl," he said, patting me on the ass.

He and I prowled over to where they were. Max had just unloaded his cum on Natalie's cleavage; she was alternating between rubbing it in and licking her hand. I took Natalie by the hand, and Ethan gestured for Max to follow us as we walked back toward the bed. She seemed wary of me at first, but when I pulled her down onto the bed beside me and started to run my hands along her body, she looked at Ethan and understood. We started to play.

I knew that one of Ethan's fantasies was to see me with another female, and then join in. I had no idea what I was doing, but I leaned down and started to suck on one of Natalie's nipples. I ran my tongue around the small bud, feeling it harden further as she started moaning. Encouraged by this, I reached over and started playing with the other one. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max lean down and start licking her cunt, burying his face between her legs. I felt my own juices start trickling down my legs. This was unbelievably erotic.

I felt a pressure behind me, then felt the familiar shape of Ethan's cock sliding inside me. He took me from behind as I licked the remnants of Max's cum off her chest. Ethan's balls slapped pleasurably against my clit; soon I was moaning loudly. Natalie reached up and started to play with my tits, pulling my nipples gently and squeezing a little.

Ethan whispered something in my ear. I gasped a little at the sheer naughtiness of it, but then quickly acceded. I positioned myself in a 69 position above Natalie, while Ethan repositioned himself behind me. Max seemed to understand, and replaced his tongue with his cock. The men began to fuck us as we began to enjoy each other's pussies.

I had never tasted a woman before, except myself. It was a strange experience, but I seemed to be learning quickly. She was more tart than I was, but still pleasant. I just did to Natalie what I would want done to myself, tonguing her clit and biting very gently. I also licked Max's cock as it slid in and out of her cunt, and felt the pleasure build as Ethan hammered away at my g-spot and Natalie ate me out. From what I could tell, she was using her tongue on Ethan as well. This sort of pleasure couldn't go on forever, and soon Natalie and I were screaming again as we convulsed in orgasms, spraying each other's faces with clear girl cum. I was amazed to discover that along with me, Natalie had the rather rare female ability to ejaculate, with cum gushing out at an incredible rate. I could feel my own cum flooding her face, with her tongue lapping at me to keep up. She seemed more experienced than I was, but I was not really surprised.

The men thrust especially hard, then came simultaneously deep inside us. We squealed in delight as they pulled out, and we drank their cum from each other's still-gaping cunts. I had never been so naughty in my life, and I loved it. 

They still seemed ready to keep going. Ethan was on his knees, having sat back a little after cumming to observe the action between Natalie and I. He looked exhilarated, enjoying his own live porn show. I did not know where my inhibitions had gone, but I was going to enjoy myself before they came back. I noticed that Ethan was still hard, so I nearly dove face-first into his lap, engulfing his cock with my mouth. Earlier, I had felt demeaned; now I was eager to feel his cum splashing against the back of my throat again. I reflected from somewhere outside myself that I was blossoming into quite the slut tonight.

Not surprisingly, Max took advantage of the fact that my wet cunt was just hanging in the air to bury himself inside it. I was, for the first time ever, getting it from both ends. I moaned around Ethan's cock, feeling the incredible satisfaction of being filled with cock. I felt an inkling of understanding for sex-dependent illnesses. Why would you ever want this to stop? Suddenly I realized that Natalie wasn't part of this little trio, but looking over, I saw Ethan fingering her at a blinding rate as she played with Max's balls. Satisfied that she wasn't being left out, I resumed sucking Ethan's cock, beginning my deep-throating technique that I knew he loved. Natalie screamed as she came, coating Ethan's hand with juice.

As I massaged his cock head with my throat, he moaned loudly. Inspired, I drew off of him very slowly, and beckoned for Natalie to come closer. I gave Ethan's meat a long lick, raising my eyebrows. She understood, and started licking along with me.

Our tongues brushed up against each other as we fellated Ethan. By the slight back-and-forth motion of Natalie's body, I could tell that Max was fingering her as Ethan had. This scene must have been incredibly hot for him, because he let out his own moan and unloaded his cum inside me, his shaft pulsing. Ethan himself was trembling with the effort to hold back his own orgasm, and finally lost it, cumming in deep spurts. We each collected some on our tongues, faces and chests. It seemed natural to turn and lick each other clean, rubbing our tits gently together to spread the cum around and tongue kissing to taste it from each other's mouths. She bent and licked it off my tits, swirling her tongue around my nipples, and I returned the favor.

We finally became somewhat aware of ourselves, and looked around at the men. They were sitting there, slack-jawed, with big smiles on their faces. I noticed that they were both still semi-hard.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, done or otherwise," Max managed to say hoarsely.

"Yeah... me too," Ethan agreed, looking at me with the slightest degree of uncertainty. "I don't know where we found you girls, but you aren't going anywhere from now on."

I leaned over and kissed him deeply. "I'm glad we could help you boys out," I purred. His eyes flickered; he was startled at my display of a personality I had previously shown only to him. But there was no doubt that he was very happy with the way things had gone. Amazingly, the covers on Ethan's king-sized bed were not much disrupted by all this activity, so we pulled up the covers and climbed in. The moans around us gradually died off as newfound lovers began to fall asleep in each other's arms.



The Party



It was a hot, late August evening, it was time to party and little did I know how great the party would start out for me!

First a little background…

We have a friend, his name is Shane, he is recently divorced, living on his own and he decided to throw a party to celebrate his new found freedom. I have always found Shane attractive, I always said he has that "fuckable" quality about him - in other words, he would be a great fuck but you don't want to spend the rest of your life with him! Now, Shane and I have always gotten along well, we have done a lot of flirting and joking around and though there have always been a lot of sexual innuendos and such, we have never crossed the "line". 

I have had some "improper" thoughts about him though. I have always felt that because of the attention that I give Shane; he has had some sort of inappropriate feelings for me. Did I lead him on? Maybe. Did I intend to? Maybe. Did he ever go home with a hard-on? Probably. I love to tease and I love to tease him – a power trip maybe, an ego boost for me? Most definitely. You see, for some unknown reason, even to me, I have always wanted to just drop to my knees, unzip his pants and wrap my lips around the prize I find in them. I love to suck cock – I enjoy having my husbands cock in my mouth and he enjoys having a wife who is willing to have a cock in her mouth. 

Now the party…

On this evening, I was about to have my improper thoughts become reality. It started out innocently enough – we went to Shane's place early to help get ready for his party. My husband was outside setting up tables and lawn chairs, getting the grill going and such. Shane and I were in the kitchen working on food preparation. We had a couple of hours before people started arriving so we weren't in any great rush. I was standing at the kitchen sink preparing vegetables for a tray when a pair of strong arms came around my waist. Thinking my husband had snuck into the kitchen, I turned slightly and prepared for a quick kiss. Much to my surprise it wasn't my husband's arms around me but Shane's. Before I could move or say a word, he said he had always wanted to do this and kissed me. There was much passion, loneliness and pent up feelings in that kiss. I was shocked and just stood there, letting our friend kiss me. To my dismay, I felt my knees grow weak and my pussy start to tingle.

Right at that moment my husband walks through the kitchen door. At first he didn't say anything, then he asked what the hell was going on? The way he asked the question, I at first thought he was mad but then he smiled. My husband knows about my "fantasy" of sucking Shane's cock and knows too that that is all I want to do with Shane. He had even told me that maybe one day in the future he would let me do it. I guess this was to be our lucky day!

Shane had backed away from me and was preparing to apologize to my husband for what he had done. My husband told him that no apology was necessary and asked him if he would like to make my fantasy come true – and quite possibly one of his own come true at the same time? Shane asked what he had in mind – with that my husband told me to starting removing my clothing very slowly. It wouldn't take long – I had recently lost a great deal of weight and was very happily wearing a light-weight summer dress, no bra, panties and a pair of sandals. 

With a thrill cursing through my body, I kicked off my sandals and very slowly pull the straps of my dress down my shoulders to reveal my now perfect breasts. Hearing a groan from one of the men, I looked up to find both of them unbuttoning their jeans and fondling themselves. That certainly increased the sensations my pussy was feeling! I pushed the dress farther down my body until I have to step out of it. There I am, standing in front of two horny men with only my panties on. What a thrill! I turn so that I am facing away from the men and very slowly proceed to push my panties off my hips, bending over as I slide them down my legs, sure to give them both a glimpse of my naked pussy lips. More groans from the men!

Suddenly, I am once again grabbed from behind – this time it is my husband. He turns me around and kisses me as he roughly fondles my tits. He then lifts me onto the kitchen table and makes me lay down with only my legs hanging over the side. My husband proceeds to kneel on the floor, push my thighs apart so that he can get at my pussy and begins to eat like a starving man. Shane can't believe his luck and walks to the other side of the table and feeds me his beautiful prick. I am determined it will be the best blowjob he's ever had! Eventually, my husband stands up and pushes his big cock into my dripping pussy – now this is heaven!! 

One in my mouth, one in my pussy! I was on fire and it was a high I had never felt before – I certainly didn't want it to end. I have no idea how much time passed but at some point, they decided to change places, which was fine with me. I love sucking my husband's prick and I was all for trying another cock in my pussy, especially Shane's. (Now, in saying that, I need to say also that I would never have done anything with Shane had my husband not been there and been agreeable. I don't need any on "the side"; I get satisfied at home – a lot!!)

It felt great having my husband's prick in my mouth and having a strange cock sliding into my pussy. Again, I have no idea how much time passed, I was too focused on the cock sliding in and out of mouth and the one sliding in and out of my pussy but I knew both men must be getting close and I wanted them to cum on my tits! I told them I wanted one on each side of me and I was going to suck them both and that I wanted them to come on my tits at the same time. I took turns sucking, licking and stroking each dick in my hands until they were both moaning that they were about to cum. It was incredible watching both cocks erupt and listening to the groans as each guy sprayed his load on my tits. I grabbed my tits and rubbed their cum around like it was body lotion. When they finished both men, kissed me and thanked me for a great time!

While I still lay on the table, satisfied and lazy, they begin getting dressed. My husband tells me that I can't wash the cum off, that I have to walk around the rest of the evening with dried cum on my tits! I felt so naughty the rest of the evening and couldn't resist rubbing up against each guy, just to be a tease.

Finally the evening came to a close and the partygoers headed for home. We stayed and helped tidy up but I was anxious to get my husband home, strip his clothes off and have my way with him. Shane thanked us for a great time and asked if we could do it again, we agreed that we would sometime.

My husband was thrilled when I unzipped his pants and began fondling his dick. He was rock hard again by the time we got home and we made love as soon as we got in the door! I thanked my husband for the wonderful time and for letting my fantasy come true!



The Party



"It's a party" he said, "wear something sexy." So she wore all black leather, from the bustier bearly holding in her big tits, to the little black mini-skirt that just covered her curvaceous ass. A collar was fastened snugly around her neck. The collar screamed his ownership of her even as the leather blackness set off the creaminess of her skin. Her blue eyes shone with anticipation. A party!

They set off to the party in his Dodge Ram truck. They arrived quickly, although it was not an area she had visited before. They got out and walked into the hotel. His dark brown eyes looked almost black as he looked at her with such intensity that she shivered from head to toe.

Once inside, she noticed that there were several people walking around, dressed as sexily as her. Several of the women were wearing transparent blouses and some wore no covering on their tits at all.

He led her to a crowded area, and introduced her as his. He then led her to a box. A long box with holes all over it. He opened the box and bid her get in. At first she balked, not understanding his meaning. "Get into the box? Was he crazy?", she thought, but she bowed to his wishes, trusting him to know what was best for her. She lay into the box and he opened her bustier, showing her tits to all that walked by. He rucked up her skirt, and found out that she wore no panties, and he was pleased with her anticipation of his wishes. Sliding his hand up her inner thighs, he separated her legs until there was a clear path to her hot pussy. Then he took his hands away, and slowly closed the box. "Sshh" he told her, putting his finger to her lips. "Trust me in this, I know what you want." So she closed her eyes, lay back and tried to relax, but the anticipation and fear made it difficult. In the confines of the box, her heart beat loudly and she wondered if anyone else could hear it but her.

She felt a hand come through one of the holes in the box. IT was a mans hand and not the hand of her master. Another hand came through another hole. Then another and another. She had no idea how many people were touching her, but she felt several hands touch her body head to foot. She heard a groveling low voice proclaim when he pinched her nipple. He liked how big it was and wanted to get into the box with her. Another hand was on the other nipple, but it was slowly caressing not pinching like the other man. Yet another hand had slid its way into the crack of her ass. She started to close her legs, but remembering what her master had said, she opened them again. Realizing that she liked the feel of this hand, she opened some more, and a finger slid into her warm tight ass. "I'm fucking her! I'm fucking her with my finger!" rang out from an excited voice. Yet another hand slid up her legs. She could feel someone parting her pussy lips. She wanted to see whom, but she was getting so wet, she didn't really care.

The hand not only parted her lips, but he slid a finger inside her. The ballet between the finger in her ass and the finger in her pussy made her breathless. Breathing hard she asked for more. "Please, fill me up, so horny!" she screamed. Immediately more fingers were added to her holes. The man at her ass added two more fingers and she could feel her asshole loosen and admit his digits deep inside her dark channel.

The man at her pussy added another finger to her hot pussy, but another man added two more fingers in it too, so she was really filled to the max with men's hands. They seemed to be everywhere. She gasped as she saw an opening in front of her face. Her master got on top of the box where she was contained. He smiled down at her in her lust-drenched state. He straddled the box and lowered his ass to her mouth. "Suck my nuts" he told her. Her tongue came out of her mouth and she started to lock and suck his nuts. Warm strokes, down the length of them, then he bobbed one into her mouth and she opened to take it in. As she opened her mouth and slid out her hot wet tongue, he changed his movements, instead presenting her with his ass. She tongued his tight asshole and licked him from nuts to ass. She concentrated on his ass licking deeply, loving the pleasure she provided for him. 

The men in her pussy and ass shoved their fingers in and out. Her nipples hurt from the pinching and groping from the men around her. But she loved it. She felt like such a slut, such a bad girl. But she knew that her master loved her no matter what and she wanted to please him. She kept on licking his ass. 

He turned around and fed her his cock. Hard and strong, she could smell the pungent male odor and it drove her crazy. He slid his cock into her mouth, sliding it between her soft warm lips. She looked into his eyes, and sucked deeply.

It wasn't long until he had shot his cream down her throat, and she had swallowed every drop. He loved her that was all that mattered. 

The party was the highlight for quite a long time, but the anticipation of what he was going to do next was even better.



The Party



I was working a construction job in small town in the middle of Nebraska one summer. There wasn't much to do there, accept drink and work. One Friday night in August, one of the foremen was having a party at the farmhouse he was renting, and invited half of the crew to it, pretty much anybody that partied. This was a few years ago, and I was pretty drunk that night so I apologize if some of the details are a little fuzzy, especially the names (or lack there of.)

It was a little after dark when his wife got up on a picnic table and started to dance. As she was dancing, she reached down and started unbuttoning her blouse to the cheers of the crowd. She took it off and started twirling it about her head, when one of the other ladies at the party pulled her down, to the dismay of the crowd and her. Back on the ground, she finished taking off her shirt and threw it towards the keg. I moved over and joined the little group that the host and hostess were in, trying to join the conversation and not stare to noticeably. I was apparently pretty obvious about it, because she spoke up about ten minutes after I had joined the group and asked me if I wanted to see her "boobies." Before I had a chance to stumble a response out over my tongue, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, and threw it towards the keg by her shirt. (Did I mention that she was getting a bit tipsy?)

I guess that I should describe the hostess real quick. She was in her late 20's to early 30's, brunette with glasses. She kind of had that schoolteacher/librarian look about her. She had small breasts but as I just found out, they were very nicely shaped and the nipples were proportioned just right. The only drawback to her was that she had kind of a wide ass, but she was still one hell of a looker.

She started moving around from group to group shortly after this, remaining topless most of the night. She was hassling a few people, mostly men, to take their shirts off. This being a construction crew, most of the men were built pretty nice, but some had beer guts and others were missing some teeth here and there. This didn't stop her though, as she got 3 men and even one lady to remove their shirts. (The lady was a little overweight, nothing real eye catching.)

I asked her husband if he was OK with this, and he told me that she was a free woman and as long as nobody tries to fuck her, and she didn't try to fuck anybody, she was free to do whatever she wanted. He also told me that this wasn't the first time that she had done this. I guess it was pretty common for her to run around at parties they hosted in her bra and panties or just topless after she had gotten drunk. Although, he said that she had never gotten completely naked before.

As the night was getting late, and some of the crowd had left, the temperature started to get a little cool and the host started a bon fire. Needless to say, everyone moved over to the fire for the extra heat. It was at this point that I noticed that a couple of the guys were prodding her to take it all off. She said something to the extent that she wasn't going to be the only naked person here. 

One of the guys said, "So if we strip down, or get someone else to strip down, you will to?" 

"Yep!"

The guys prodded around a little bit but couldn't get any takers. Well this put a bug in her ear, because a few minutes later, she started to move around the harassing a couple of the ladies that were there to strip with her. She had made her way through most of the remaining crowd when this girl that was there said "OK, but I will not take off my underwear."

I should stop here for a moment. This girl was one of the superintendent's daughter. I remember that she was under eighteen, but I can't remember how much. She was a real looker, always catching the attention of every man on sight whenever she sowed up. I can't remember her figure, because I could never get past her eyes. She was a real flirt on site, always trying to catch as much attention as she could.

Anyway, the hostess said that she would take off her pants if the girl took off her shirt and pants. It was kind of funny watching how quiet the crowd got as she started to pull her shirt over her head. When she started to remove her pants, our hostess started to take off her jeans as well, to the chant of "take it off, take it off." 

Our hostess kept prodding around and did get the heavy set lady who took her shirt off earlier to take off her bra and threw it into the fire.

The beer continued to flow, when some time later, I saw our hostess falling over with her panties around one knee and the other ankle. While on the ground, she took them the rest of the way off and threw them into the fire. She went back over to the girl again and started prodding her to join her and how wonderful and free it felt. 

“Ya mean like this?” she said as she pulled one strap down with her hand across her breasts.

“Yes,” said our hostess.

The girl said, “It’s not gonna happen,” as she pulled the strap up. 

The guy that brought her to the party tried to get her to take her bra off with no luck. To his dismay, she would pull the straps down when his back was turned, teasing the guys around her. Once, while he was getting another beer, she halfway took her bra off, holding the cups to her breasts with one hand. I heard the next day that she had even taken the bra all the way off for a few seconds while he was in the can. (I missed it somehow, so I don’t know how true that was.)

Sometime after the bars closed, we went into town for breakfast. The girl had already gone home by this point, in fact, most of the party had left. Our hostess went inside and grabbed a fresh pair of panties, and one of her husband’s flannel shirts. She put these on in the car on the way to the restaurant. 

She was quite intoxicated by now, and got a little loud and obnoxious. I think that the only reason that we didn’t get kicked out of the restaurant was that she kept flashing her ‘boobies’ to the manager and several other male patrons, not to mention that our group was known to be large tippers. Shortly before we left, she did a little squirming around and took off her panties, which she set in the center of the table. On our way out to the car, she surprised us all, and removed the shirt, dropping it on the ground. Walking the rest of the way, stark naked. 

The job started dying down a couple of weeks later, and they never threw another party while I was there. A couple of months after that party, they moved onto another project, and I never saw them again.



The Party



Lynn's reputation as a "good girl" was gone. Most of the guys who had fucked her that night had bragged about it to their friends. She was getting looks of disgust from other girls and even her so called friends were avoiding her now. Even the guy who had fucked her twice and taken her home was cool to her.

Then on a Friday she was invited by one of the football players to a party at his house. Of course, his parents were out of town so the house would probably be wide open.

Lynn thought, why not. I can go to a party if I want. I really don't care who is there.

She went by herself and found about 20 people there, guys and girls she knew and some she did not. Some of the football players were playing cards. Lynn wandered around watching people drinking, girls and guys making out, some just sitting and talking. She walked up to where the guys were playing cards and started watching them. After a bit one of them asked if she wanted to play.

"I don't have any money to play with."

"That's ok. You can bet your clothes. One piece for each hand."

Lynn had been thinking about the "Truth or Dare" game and what she had done and what happened to her. She had decided that she liked showing off, being naked. She wasn't sure about the fucking, but the last time she had orgasmed and that really felt good to her. She looked around. The poker table was in a separate room from everyone else, but she was still with five guys, some of which she did not know. She looked at the guys grinning at her and thought, why not.

"Sure. If I win some money, then I can use that."

"Nope, clothes or nothing."

"Ok. Clothes or nothing."

One of the guys pulled up another chair and the cards where dealt. The first hand Lynn bet her top and lost. The second was her pants and she lost that hand too. The third was her first win and she got about $5.00. But the fourth cost her bra. She was sitting in her panties with 5 guys looking at her tits and grinning. This hand was her panties and Lynn thought what the hell. She slipped them off and tossed them on the table. She was sitting naked as the cards were dealt and Lynn got a nasty thought. She made sure that she lost the hand. Now the guys with her had her clothes. 

"I can't play anymore."

"Yes you can. If you lose you can pay off in other ways."

She smiled.

"What did you have in mind?"

"If you lose you can give blow jobs."

"So, if I lose I have to suck the winner's cock?"

"Yep."

"Where?"

"Right here at the table."

"Ok. You are on."

Now Lynn was trying to win. She played as good as she could and won the first pot, laughing. The second was another story. Her stomach flipped as she saw that she had lost. The guy who had the winning hand pushed his chair back, unzipped and pulled out a really big cock. Lynn swallowed and then got down on her knees between his legs and started licking up and down the guy's cock. She could feel her pussy moistening as she licked. The guy grabbed her head and pulled it down to the head of his cock. Lynn opened her mouth and she felt the cock sliding over her tongue. She closed her lips around it and began to suck. As she sucked on it, the cock got harder and bigger. Lynn reached up with one hand and cupped the guy's balls, gently squeezing them as she sucked his cock. Without any warning, he grabbed her head and pushed her mouth down hard as he came. Lynn could feel the sperm spurting in her mouth. He really shot a load into her and she swallowed frantically. He kept spurting for a long time. The last two spurts of come she held in her mouth and when he finished and pulled back, Lynn spit the come on the floor. She looked up at the five faces. But it wasn't just five. There were several more people, girls mostly, watching her. She ignored them and got back into her chair for the next hand. Cards were dealt and she lost again. Lynn got on her knees again and sucked the next winner off, swallowing his come. 

She got back in her chair and lost again, but this time the guy lifted her up, pushed her against the table and onto her back. He held her down with one hand, and with the other took his dick out of his pants. He rubbed it around her cunt, searching for her hole and when he found it, he shoved his hips forward, thrusting into her. Lynn groaned, she really wasn't that ready and it hurt a little going into her. She soon had juiced up and with the leaking from the head of his cock he was able to fuck without hurting her. Her tits were flopping on her chest as he fucked. Lynn laid with her legs spread, allowing him to pound at her. It did not take long and she felt the spurting inside her. He finished and pulled out, quickly putting his cock away in his pants. She laid there as the come trickled out of her wide open pussy, down her ass crack and dripped off her body to the floor.

Lynn started to get up, but another guy got between her legs and started fucking away at her. He was quick also and she got another load of come up her cunt. Then the 5th guy got in her and fucked her also. He lasted longer and she was starting to feel good when he shot off inside her too.

Lynn laid on the table for a second, then she got up and with come trickling down her legs from her pussy she walked to a bathroom. She washed her pussy and legs and was getting ready to go back for her clothes when the door opened and the guy she had dated came into the bathroom. He turned her around and bent her over the sink. His pants were then opened and Lynn felt his cock butting around her pussy. He found the hole and jammed his dick into her. He fucked fast and hard up her cunt, making it wetter. Lynn rested her elbows on the sink and let him fuck her. He pounded away, making her ass jiggle as his hips smacked against it. He seemed to get in deeper this way, she thought. His cock felt bigger and longer to her. Her tits were flopping back and forth as he fucked her. Suddenly he yelled out loud "fuck" and slammed up her channel as far as he could. She felt the spurts of hot come deep inside her pussy as he held her ass tight to him.

As soon as he was done, he pulled out and turned her around, pushing her down by her shoulders. Lynn went to her knees and he rubbed the head of his cock on her lips. Lynn obediently opened her mouth and licked and sucked him clean of her juices mixed with his.

When he had only spit on his cock, he pulled her up and took her out to his car. Lynn was telling him she wanted her clothes but he ignored her. He drove her to a quiet spot and turned the light on in the car. Taking a Polaroid camera from under the seat he took pictures of her sitting naked in the car. He told her to turn to him and open her legs. Lynn did and he took a picture of her hairy pussy which was wet with his sperm and her juices. Then he told her to turn over on her hands and knees and took a picture of her ass with her pussy pouting out between her thighs.

For an unknown reason, Lynn was starting to get aroused by this picture taking of her naked.

"Take me somewhere else, please, Somewhere that I can be seen."

He grinned and turned off the light and started driving again. He took her to a convenience store, parked the car and looked at her. They got out of the car and Lynn walked to the door of the store naked. He took pictures of her as she walked to the door. Then with a deep breath, she opened the door and walked inside. It was late and the only person in the store was the attendant. She walked to the pop cooler naked and then to the counter. She put the pop on the counter and watched the attendant staring at her. The guy she was with shot two pictures of her standing naked at the counter with the attendant behind it and then they left, running for the car. They jumped in and took off.

Lynn was so aroused she took his cock out of his pants and sucked him off again. He was too and in no time at all he was coming in her mouth. Lynn sighed to herself and swallowed his sperm, sucking to be sure she got it all.

He took her home again, naked and she went inside and for the first time in her life she masturbated in her room, giving herself two amazing orgasms in a very short time.



The Party



We've been at the cocktail party for a few hours, and admittedly I'm tipsy. Which in turn, makes me horny. Hornier than usual.. and I know this pleases you, as you will be the benefactor later. Provided I don't drink too much more. But... one more drink... before we go home... and I indulge you. 

As I head to the bar ( or slightly stumble?) I cannot help noticing a man... well I notice all men... but this one in particular is easier to pick out, as it seems he has been noticing me all night. Or rather, us. Yes, that's it, he's been looking at us for a better part of the evening. In fact I think he's the one who asked you if you had a lighter earlier. Attractive man, your height, dark hair... quite kissable I think. You and I do make a nice couple... wonder what he's thinking... or which one of us he wants! God I must be horny to have thought that... 

Well I've got a few cocktails under my belt... feeling pretty bold... I'm going over to him... under the guise of getting a drink of course. Standing next to him I feel a sense of electricity, and I don't know why. He smells fantastic – such a turn on. I brush his hand as I reach for a napkin... I tell him ' I'm sorry,' and he says ' don't be... my name is Mark.' Of course he'd say that... that name has always made me hot. An ominous sign. I look up at his handsome face... I tell him I couldn't help noticing him noticing us... and he smiles... blushes... and says 'yes, more like admiring you.'

'Why so'? I ask, and he says 'the two of you are erotic and sensual in your actions with one another, and I couldn't help being attracted to you.'

'To me? ,' I ask... and he tells me, 'both of you.' A shiver runs down my spine... or was it a tingle? Did he really just say that?

Easily a thousand thoughts run through my head. Was this man saying what I was hearing? Was my single most erotic fantasy about to come true, if I am right? I was instantly incredibly turned on, wet at the thought, knees weak. After all, how often had we talked about a third... hours of orgasms from watching bisexual videos, enjoyed our toys imagining the real thing. Could I make a move without asking you? I wanted desperately to take this sensual stranger home with us... but reality comes to me and I make some feeble gesture asking if he would he like to meet you. Of course he says yes, he'd like that. 

I bring him to you, and you sense something on my face... something tells you this is not going to be an ordinary conversation. Perhaps it's the way he has his hand lightly on the small of my back as we walk... or the flush in my face. Or just maybe, had you noticed him watching us this evening too? 

"Mark, this is Michael... We were just talking at the bar. I was telling him that our apartment is just around the corner, and would he like to join us for a drink? " God, I didn't know how that'd go over, seeing as it just slipped out of my mouth without the forethought of asking either of you. Hmm... well the worst is someone says no and that's the end of it.. You don't appear mad (thankfully!), in fact intrigued... and you look at me and say 'yes, why not – Mark will you join us?" I almost faint... booze or desire I don't know from which. Someone tell me – is this really happening? Mark tells us he's grabbing his coat, he'll meet us downstairs? He leaves... and you kiss me with a 1000 fingers of fire, I feel your hard-on against me, beads of sweat on your forehead... telling me that I wasn't wrong... in fact verrry right... I moan into your mouth and tell you we need to leave... now. 

We meet Mark downstairs, and make idle chitchat the 2 blocks to our apartment. Really all it does is distract us from the power of what we know is about to happen. The drink we make once inside takes a slight edge off... but I have already been to the bathroom to take off panties that no longer serve their purpose. I ache to touch myself while in there, but know I am better served by waiting. As I come out, I notice you and Mark looking at pictures we have hung on the wall that I have taken... he comments on how good they are but all I notice is how close to you he is standing. And that you don't move away. How he puts his hand lightly on your shoulder as he points to one he really likes. Not wanting to interrupt, but not wanting to stay away, I approach. You both turn to me. You put your arm around me and Mark tells me how he enjoys my pictures. You tell me he should, that I am good at what I do. And then you lean down and kiss me. Softly, tenderly, only for a moment. Mark blushes at the intimate moment, but it is evident that he is turned on by it. 

So much so, that he too kisses me. Lightly, on the lips... but enough to make me catch my breath... move my hand to touch his face, pull him closer. You are standing behind me now, your hands on my hips, and as he breaks away he shyly says 'Michael, I hope that was not inappropriate.' God! The only thing more appropriate would have been for him to take off his clothes! You tell him 'no, it was in fact exciting.' And suddenly he did the same to you... his lips on yours, just enough to taste... and there I was between the two bodies... feeling your hard cock against my ass, his hard cock against my stomach. And the butterflies surrounding my entire being. I reach up and put an arm around Mark, and another behind me around your neck... as you kiss this man. An action I wasn't sure Id ever see for real... and if I only knew what was about to come. No pun intended... 

You break the kiss, and ask Mark if he'd like to join us in the bedroom... I think at that point even if the room was on fire we'd be going in! I take your hand, and then his, and lead you both. I am at that moment thankful we have a king size bed. You begin to unbutton my blouse, as Mark takes down my skirt... and I am left in panties and bra... and I slip your shirt off your shoulders... kiss them... as I feel Mark's tongue on mine. How incredible the feeling of two sets of hands... two mouths... two bodies against mine. I feel you reach behind you and I move away to let you remove Mark's shirt... as he unbuttons his pants... and suddenly there we all are... down to underwear, yours and Marks' desire so evident under your boxers. I have, at this moment, never been more turned on in my life. I am standing behind you, as Mark runs his hands down your chest, to your waist, with the intention of removing your boxers. I whisper in your ear, 'Michael, take them off for him, please.' I'm sure it comes across as more begging than asking. 

Your hands move to his waist... fingers slide under the elastic... and slowly you remove the boxers... from this beautiful man in front of you. This reveals his hardness... his endowment nothing to be shy about. You are both so perfect in every way. As you move closer to each other your cocks touch... and you moan into Mark's mouth... his hands run down your back... and reach out to me and pull me close... he now kisses me... his hands are on my breasts... caressing, touching... he takes one in his mouth and the mere touch almost makes me come. There will be plenty of opportunity for that though. 

He moves me gently to the bed, and lays me down. We all lay together, caressing, touching, feeling, exploring. I cannot keep my hands off the 2 hard cocks in my bed, and more than the world want them inside of me. As your hand moves between my legs, I moan and tell Mark that I want him to taste you... and he tells me 'with pleasure.' He moves between your legs... I am laying next to you and kissing you, and he takes you in his mouth. The initial act takes your breath away... after all, the first touch by a man. 'You have always wanted this, haven't you Michael...' and all you can do is moan 'yes.' I take your hand away... It will make me come as excited as I am right now. Mark is making love to your cock with his mouth... his tongue runs the length of the long shaft, down to your balls... the inside of your thighs... I am sure I have never seen this look on your face. His hands are moving all over your body, and I touch his back, run my hands through his hair, as he pleasures you. 

I cant help looking at his hard cock... I want to taste it, touch it, make him come. You first though darling... 'Michael baby, you want to taste Mark don't you'? 'Oh god, yesssss please' you groan loudly. Instinctively, Mark moves his body and positions his cock over your mouth, as I guide m to it. He kisses me, and I tell him this is soo beautiful and erotic, and he kisses me back and moans into my mouth as you take him in your mouth. I take your cock in my hand and stroke it as he kisses me. Your hips buck towards my hand, and I just cannot resist... I must have you inside of me. I mount you, facing Mark, kissing him hard, as your cock slides soo easily into me, his cock in your mouth. You moan loudly around Mark's cock, and I am moaning loudly as I fuck you... my arms around Mark... god the pleasure happening in that room at that very moment! 

I am realistic though that we cannot do this much longer; I can tell by your sounds and your hips that you are so close to coming... and I'm not sure if its from me fucking you or you sucking another man's cock, but either way I'm not letting you come yet. I lift myself off, grudgingly, from your gloriously hard cock... feeling incredibly empty. Mark looks incredible as his cock slides in and out of your mouth, and I cant help noticing that you really look like a pro doing it! Realizing that he too will come if he does not stop, he takes his cock from your mouth with a moan. His body straddles yours, and he leans his weight against you, hard cock against hard cock. He grinds his cock on yours, and lifts your legs around his waist. He leans down and kisses you, and tells you he'd love the pleasure of making love to you, but doesn't want to do anything that you're not ready for or comfortable with. I already knew there was no way you were going to say no, and I think by the way you were grinding your hips into his, meeting his kisses, pulling his ass closer to you, that he knew too. 

You almost whimpered... 'yes, oh god please.' I was sure I was going to pass out from being so turned on... I was constantly touching my self but holding back from the orgasm. But when I heard this, I couldn't stop. Laying there next to you, as he was on top of you, the both of you caressing each others body... I finally let myself go... 'Oh god Michael I cant stop... Im going to come...' you broke apart at that moment, Mark to kiss me, and you to hold me, as my body felt every bit electric... on fire... an intensity I am not sure Id felt before... my moans loud enough to wake the entire block... every muscle, every fiber coming with me... and you moaned in my ear with me as you rubbed your hard cock against my leg. My body convulsed over and over, my ass entirely off the bed, my hand furiously working my clit harder and harder... it had to have lasted easily five minutes or so. I'm fairly certain I broke a nail on Mark's back as I held onto him... his kisses on my lips, neck, tits... your hands roaming my whole body... 

'God baby I've never seen you like that' you told me... and I tell you that I've never seen what I just saw... and you whisper to me, 'Do you want more'? I put my arms around you and moan into your neck 'oh god Michael yes please, ... you know I want to see that... you know I want to see him fuck you don't you... you want it Michael sweetheart don't you... '? Mark leans over me, his hard cock against my ass... and kisses my shoulder... 'Id like that... ' he says... 

It occurs to me... that here I am, in the middle of my wildest fantasy. This beautiful man, giving the most intense pleasure to my partner, and I get to be right in the middle of it. Or underneath it, as it works out. I move the bedside drawer for the lube, and condoms... and Mark positions you on your knees. He knows we have had many a night with my strap-on, and that you're more than ready for him, the real thing. As he lubes you, a finger slides inside your ass, and you groan. His hand roams to your balls, then your cock... already rock hard with anticipation. I notice that his is too... incredibly so in fact. I take the condom and put it on him... my touch excites him and he moans and kisses me. 'I want to make this good for you, as well as Michael.. ' he tells me... and I kiss him back, caress his face... and tell him ' I know you do baby, and I cant thank you enough.' 

And with this, he leans down and kisses your back, and moves to your neck, and you turn your head to kiss him back. His hardness against your ass, he moves his cock between your ass cheeks... reaches under you and strokes your cock a little... and asks you 'Michael, are you ready for me? '

'More than you know Mark... please... fuck me... .' He takes the head of his cock and places it right at your ass... slowly entering you little by little... he can tell by your moans that this is ok, that this is what you want, that he should keep going. I cannot believe how hard your cock is between your legs, and I want to touch it. I position myself underneath you... my face just beneath yours... and I lean up and kiss you... 'God Michael I have never seen anything so hot in my life... god baby what you do to me... ' I am moaning in your mouth as I kiss you, my hand on your neck, the other around your cock... 

Mark has entered you fully... and his hips begin the back and forth motion of making love to you. Your combined moans are such a turn on, telling me how good you both feel. 'Here you are... getting what you have always wanted' I tell you... and you can do nothing more than utter 'yessss' to me. Mark runs his hands from your hips, up your back, as his cock fills you over and over again... this is 100 times better than the movies we have watched! While it seems that would be obvious, you don't realize it until it happens. And boy, is it happening!!! 

Marks hips thrust at you... and you are matching his pace, fucking back at him. I have moved so I can take your cock in my mouth... I watch it sway between your legs with the motion of the fucking... and you sense how close it is to my mouth... 'baby please suck it... please' you cry out... this makes Mark hot... moaning as he increases his tempo and I reach over to touch his cock as it slides in and out of you. Incredible... and he likes this too... his balls tight as I caress them... I now am pleasuring both of you, by touching him and sucking you. Our three bodies moving in erotic sensuality. It is almost surreal... 

I am enjoying the taste of your cock. For some reason, it tastes different tonite. And harder... harder than I've ever felt, or imagined. And I know you are enjoying my touch... my tongue... and more importantly, the cock in your ass. Your bucking hips, your groans, your heavy breathing, all tell me Mark is really giving it to you good. And he is obviously enjoying this just as much... his sweat drips on your back, his head thrown back and mouth open with a groan. I am almost jealous, but the pleasure is truly mine as well. More than I think we ever imagined... 

The pleasure heightens... and I can feel your muscles straining and getting tighter as Mark fucks you. I feel his balls tighten more and more, and I realize that you two cannot hold out much longer. I increase my tongue action on your cock... sucking harder and faster... and slip a finger in Marks ass. He moans... 'oh god yes,' and pumps you harder. I cant imagine how either you has held off this long. 

Suddenly your body begins to buck harder back at him, faster, and I see your hands grip the sheets so hard I wonder if you will rip them (and not caring!). Your breathing intensifies, and you are yelling now 'ohhhh god baby oh god I'm gonna come.' I have never heard this tone in your voice, a tone of pure erotic abandon. And this is not a regular orgasm... its like your entire body is coming. Your back arching at Mark and slamming your cock down into my mouth furiously back and forth and back and forth... not moaning but yelling, from your very core. I can barely hang on to your cock... and Mark grabs your hips roughly to keep pace with you. As if he could fuck you any harder or faster, somehow he does... 'Michael, I want you to come for me' he tells you... 

And that does it... 'ohhhh god ohhhhhhhh god ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck yes!!! ' Your entire body comes... every muscle is being used to give you this orgasm... and you come violently, the bed pounding against the wall as you jerk and spasm. The intensity is incredible, and your arms buckle and you collapse on top of me as you are still coming. Mark continues to hold your hips, his hard cock still fucking you, until every last drop of come is gone, until your body stops heaving... and only then does he finally give in to the release that I've marvled at how he held off. He grunts with his effort as he pulls out of you, and rips off the condom as he wildly strokes his cock. He uses his other arm to steady himself for what he knows will be an orgasm from the deep.... I reach up and takes his balls in my hand... it is all I can do to help him as your body has collapsed on me. I am wet with all of your come and sweat, and I take some in my hand as I fondle Mark's balls, encouraging him to come. This turns him on immensely, as he has just made love to a man, and is the man's first, and this come is the result. 

He is moaning loudly now, his strokes like lightening... and I tell him 'Mark I want you to come for me, all over Michael's ass... please' and that sends him to the promised land. He yells out and covers your back and ass with immense amounts of come... he comes for a long time, longer than even you did... and I see that his arm is shaking with the effort of stroking out this come. Finally, he falls next to you. The bed is covered in come and sweat, our bodies slick with it. The only sounds in the room are those of bodies breathing... coming down from the intense activity. Arms are strewn about, legs over bodies. 

And we fall asleep just like that... with smiles on our faces, knowing this was not a dream.



The Party



To set the scene: I have been loaned to a dominant woman for the night, while her sub is serving my master. She is the owner of the Corset shop, where I was measured for my corset, and her sub is the girl Elise who assisted me. After licking each other to countless orgasms, and being fucked with her strap-on in my cunt and ass, I have fallen into a deep sleep. I awake at about 4 PM.

"Wake up sleepy-head" Elise says, "its time to get ready for the party tonight! Your master insists!" Slowly shaking my head, I am led into the shower, and left to attend to my ablutions. My breasts feel swollen and a bit tender from Mistress Anne's tweaking of my nipple rings, and the one in my clit is in no better condition. As I shower though, the weariness and the aches go away and I step out refreshed. Elise re-enters the shower room and helps me to dry off and prepare myself. " Your master gave these to me for you" What "these" are is a triad of new rings in 10 gauge. I carefully remove my old rings and replace them with the new, struggling somewhat due to their increased diameter, and my arousal. They look so savage in the mirror, much more prominent than the older rings. 

"It's time to get you dressed" Elise says, "Your corset has arrived, an you need some time to be laced in." Saying so she leads me back into the bedroom and attaches suspension cuffs to my wrists, and then clips them to an overhead bar suspended from the ceiling. Using an electric hoist my arms are stretched over my head until I am suspended on my tiptoes. Elise brings out an exquisite corset in white satin, and wraps it around my already small waist. I only measure 34-21-34, and am only 5'1" tall. You would think that I would not need a corset, but Master insists that my waist be reduced to make me "mathematically " perfect. The corset will take four inches off of my waist and whittle it down to a mere 17 inches, exactly half of my bust and hip size. "Take a deep breath" says Elise, and proceeds to lace me into the corset.

I have been wearing ever-smaller belts over the weeks it has taken the corset to be made, but even so, I find breathing once the tightening commences to be difficult. "Take shallow breaths and more of them" Elise says, "It helps, I know from experience!" Indeed she must because her waist is very small 18 inches I would guess. I am drawn in ever tighter. There are rest periods every now and again during which Elise busies herself by accessorizing my "look". The accessories consist of a matching collar, which attaches in the front, and the back of the corset, a Crotch strap, with a ring which rests over my clit so that it and it's ring are left exposed, with a dildo for each opening. 

This strap is locked onto the bottom of the corset. During the third such break, sheer white stockings with seams are lovingly eased up my legs and attached to the garters from the corset. (4 per side). After this, the corset is finally closed at 17 inches outside measurement, and locking straps are locked at the top, bottom and smallest part of my waist. There will be no getting out of this without a key!! Elise says, " the crotch strap and the collar are actually leather covered with satin for strength" No wonder they feel so stiff, at least the collar is only three inches high and is not boned or laced. It has a one-inch diameter ring placed at the front. (Insult to injury!)

"Now it is time for your boots", she cheerily says, and produces a pair of ankle boots I cannot believe. They have 7-inch heels, and I have big feet at a size 9 but these are incredible! Elise says, "These are really nice, since your foot is a little short for the heels, your toes will be on a slight angle within the boot, producing the extra ½ inch over the 61/2 inch shoes your master insists you wear.!" The boots are white patent leather, and lace tightly up over my ankles, and then Elise wraps the locking cuffs around them, and secures them so that I can't remove them either. There is a ring on the inside of each ankle, which matches the one in my collar. I am let down from the lacing bar and first experience the combined bondage of the boots and the corset. I am tingling with excitement from all directions, the corset the rings, the extreme heels all combined with the dildoes in my ass and cunt already have me about to burst. Elise walks around behind me and grasps my wrists and places a strap around them and then one around my elbows. "This will help in getting the armbinder on you!" 

And she the draws out an armbinder like I have never seen, it looks more like an extremely small corset, complete with boning! There is a zipper on the side, which will be concealed, and lacing in the back which will be exposed. Aided by the fact that my arms are already together, she wastes no time in lacing me up, and finishes the top and bottom after she has removed the straps, which were holding my arms in place. Again straps like on the corset are locked at top and the bottom of the armbinder. Mistress Anne makes her appearance at this time, and exclaims, " Oh how lovely you look dear!" and so "mathematically correct" because you are now 68 inches tall, your hips and bust are ½ of that and your waist ½ of that! I am turned toward the mirror, and I am amazed at how I look. My legs have never looked this long and my waist is fantastic. The armbinder has forced my "b" cup breasts out and the rings sharply define my nips and clit! My body has never looked so sexy, if only it were more comfortable…

Mistress Anne then takes my hair and weaves it into a long strand on the top of my head, and attaches a ring to the end, and then places a hood over my head with a hole in the top so my hair protrudes. My collar is loosened so that it may hold the hood in place, then it is tightened again and this time, locked! A blindfold is attached to buckles on the side of the hood, and a ring gag is forced through the opening in the hood, and into my mouth, and cinched off. A penis-shaped gag is inserted into the ring and locked into place. My bondage is complete.

While I am getting accustomed to my new environment, I can hear that Elise is being dressed also, or rather re-dressed because she had been wearing a grey maids' dress. She is apparently being prepared as I am. Mistress after a few minutes, announces, "There you almost look like twins" What I presume is a cape is drawn over me, and a lead is clipped to my collar and Elise and I are led from the apartment into a garage where a station wagon awaits. We are laid down on what feels like an air mattress, and secured by belts around our shoulders, waists, and knees. The door is shut, and soon we are moving. After some time, we arrive at our destination, and are unstrapped and helped from the car, and led down a hall until we come to what sounds like a large room with a number of people in it! Anne marches us to the center of the room (I guess) and our capes are removed. Anne announces to the crowd, "Elise has done such a wonderful job in dressing my newest exhibition, that I think she deserves a reward."

Polite hand clapping ensues, and I am helped to my knees onto a small chair cushion. My blindfold is removed, and Elise is led forward, indeed dressed as I am, but in grey instead of white. There is one further difference though, and that is that Elise, instead of clit protruding from the ring in front, has a cock and balls! The penis gag is unlocked, and Elise's cock is inserted into the ring in my mouth. "To help matters along, I will encourage Elise to thrust with the aid of my strap", she then strikes Elise sharply on the buttocks, and (s)he lunges forward to penetrate my throat. Because of the prolonged tease, it only takes about 10 or 12 strokes for Elise to release her cream into my throat! Having no other alternative, I swallow quickly, and am then helped to my feet and led over to a combination whipping horse and stocks. My head is placed through the hole in the stocks, and the ring on my collar is placed over a pin, which is then secured. The ring at the end of my hair is drawn up tightly, and placed over a similar pin and likewise fastened. I know this because the same procedure is being carried out on Elise who is now in my view. There were small rings where the strap came from the ring gag, just out side of our mouths and these too were pinned and locked. Our heads were now immobile, and a strap above our waists, and straps to our boots secured our lower halves. Our chastity straps were then removed, and it was apparent that we were going to get a lot of attention at both ends.

The first man approaches, and I can no longer see Elise, his cock is forced into my mouth, and I start licking furiously, hoping that I can speed up this ordeal somehow. I love cock but there had to be twenty or so men in the room! Suddenly, that is not a worry anymore, because I feel a second cock entering my ass. Because of it's temperature (cold), I know it is some woman's strap-on. Women take so much longer to cum, and I know I am in trouble, in fact, I manage to do three men in my mouth before she yields to the first man to use my ass. The next thing I know, a slit is presented to my mouth, and starts rubbing up and down, using my nose to get off on, I get the hint, and force my tongue out to start licking as quickly as I can. How long, and how many others use us I have no idea, I lost count around my fifth orgasm. But we are released, and I see Elise again, and if her face in any indication, I am a mess. I am also leaking profusely down my legs from all the fluids that were deposited in my ass, and my own frothing pussy. 

Unsteadily, we are helped towards a suspended lacing bar, where our hands are clipped together, the armbinders having been removed, and the bar is raised drawing us together, our nipple rings are attached to each other, and a double-ended dildo is inserted into our mouths. Our heads are forced together so that our septum rings touch, and a short chain is attached to them. I can now see the cum clearly that has been deposited all over Elise's face, and can feel it on mine, as "her" cock is slipped into my sopping pussy. Elise must have had a harder time of it than I, because her cock is rock hard, apparently having been given no help during our ordeal. 

The rings on our boots are clipped together, and then a strap is wrapped around our waists, and two other straps attached to the waist strap are pulled through our legs and separated again, drawing our cheeks apart, and exposing our assholes again. Elise's Mistress, and my Master approach, and then Ann positions herself behind me, and my Master behind Elise. We are to be fucked until Elise finally cums in me. My god what a ride, my Master is known for his endurance, our faces are forced together smearing the cum on them as the double dildo is forced deeper into each of out throats. My ass and pussy are on fire, and within my limited range of movement, I buck uncontrollably trying so hard for that last orgasm, I squeeze with my ass and pussy, and finally I feel Elise flooding into me, as I have a shattering orgasm and pass out.

When I come to, Elise and I have been cleaned up, our corsets and other clothing, shoes and bondage paraphernalia removed, and we are in the classic "69" position on my bed. My septum ring is attached to the guiche ring through Elise's scrotum via a short chain of no more than two inches keeping her now soft cock in my mouth. Elise is attached in a more complicated arrangement via two chains from her septum ring around my legs, and then to my clit ring, forcing her mouth onto my clit. As we come to, her cock grows in my mouth and I feel my clit harden as her tongue tentatively explores it. I gently reach around and cup her balls with one hand, while slipping a finger gently into her ass, as she does mine, reserving a finger for my pussy, and we gently suck each other until we cum again and fall asleep.



The Party



The air felt delicious and warm to Teri and her friends as they made their way into the upscale and expensive southern Florida home. Teri and Patricia walked close to each other, close enough to touch elbows, hips, shoulders; close enough to catch each other's scent and each other's excitement at the coming evening. They had been lucky to be invited to a party at the home of a wealthy client of Pat's. She was known to give luxurious parties in and around her lovely home, parties that had a reputation for excellent food and wine, and for sometimes going into the deep hours of the morning, and where few of the guests left unsatisfied, in any meaning of the word. Teri and Pat had been friends since high school, and lovers since college. Their erotic life had led them into many experiments, and their love of letting themselves go, no matter what the surroundings, had increased to the point of need. There had been bets, dares, unforeseen and planned opportunities that had developed into exciting displays and fantastic orgasms in front of surprised and appreciative onlookers (See "The Bet", "The Weekend", and "The Waitress"). 

For Teri in particular, there was almost an addiction to letting her secret inside desires be witnessed by others. She didn't really like the word "slutty", but the very very naughty behavior she reveled in would have been termed that by others. She smiled a little and tossed her long straight blondish hair as the soft warm air caressed her skin. Pat looked at her admiringly, letting her eyes slide over Teri's smallish 32b breasts, cone shaped and pointy, with long rosy colored nipples whose outlines showed clearly through the silk camisole that she wore beneath an open jacket top. Her naughty attitude was proclaimed by a bare tummy above a rather low rise front button skirt that came only half way to her knees. Her legs were bare, and her red toenails accented her naked legs through the straps of her high platform sandals. Pat loved how Teri dressed to tease, and had reminded her that tonight it was Pat's turn to call the shots. They were accompanied by a fun couple they had met in that wild night at a bar, when Pat had followed Teri's commands lewdly, and by a lovely winsome redheaded waitress who had fallen victim to their daring behavior in an earlier adventure as well. 

Their hostess greeted them and guided them through the tiled walkways to a table with food and wine spread on a porch adjacent to the pool area. There were soft lights around the pool, and palm trees, and various kinds of lounging chairs and tables for people to use as they shared drink and conversation. Music came from another room, where most of the guests were gathered, some dancing, some conversing , some flirting, and everyone drinking freely. Teri watched her companions as they chose from the sumptuous spread and downed their first glasses of wine. Her lover, Pat, looked terrific. Her long very dark hair flowed forward as Pat leaned over the table, and Teri noticed that it was easy to see her right breast, naked full, firm, with an aroused pinkish tan nipple, whenever she leaned a little, or even extended her arm. Pat had worn a simple wrap-around dress with a belt loosely tied at the waist. It was so short that it looked almost like a beach robe, but was satin and decorated with lace at the sleeves and the collar, and a flowery stitch on the lapels. Her dressy thigh highs were white, in contrast to the dark maroon dress, and ended just at her hem, giving flashes of bare skin when Pat walked. Pat's figure was enticingly curvy, more completely womanly than Teri's, and even behind the large lapels of her dress it was easy to tell that her breasts must be magnificent. And they were! Teri could visualize them totally as Pat leaned forward again, catching Teri's eye as she did so, and following her glance. Pat's breasts were a full 36C, nearly perfectly round, and very firm, riding high on her ribcage. Her nipples were exactly in the center, like the bullseye of a target, and Teri's heart skipped a beat even then as she visualized how her tongue loved to circle those nipples, round and round, sensing them tighten and lift up, wanting access to Teri's tongue, lips, suckling mouth.

The couple that accompanied them laughed softly and comfortably at the scene. They had shared with Teri and Pat on the ride to the party how their own erotic activities had involved a certain amount of daring, and how they looked forward to doing more, when they had the chance. Teri thought to herself that this may be the time. The young waitress whose name was Dawn fidgeted a little nervously with her wine, then gulped it in an attempt to arm herself with bravery. Teri knew she was hooked by their boldness and their brazen direct displays of affection. "Who knows where this may lead?" Teri thought to herself as she felt the atmosphere of party and erotic play begin to show in the body language of the guests around them. 

Their hostess seemed welcoming to everyone, and stood close enough to Teri and Pat's friend Michael that their knees touched, and her hand would casually linger on his chest as she laughed at a comment. Michael's wife Nikki seemed to flush with her own growing excitement. Their tale of an earlier time, leaving the curtains open for two women in a neighboring bungalow to watch them as they stripped each other, fingers and tongues working lightly over each other, and then losing themselves in the whirlwind of their own lovemaking had made Teri and Pat giggle in mutual joy, and had left their new companion Dawn with wide eyes and cheeks red with intrigue.

There were a few people using the pool, swimming and splashing, laughing, or sitting on the edge, touching and kissing lightly in the shadowed atmosphere. Swimwear styles mirrored the attitudes of the partygoers, and left little to the imagination, with bared buttocks and thin strings of material covering strategic places for the moment. The sight of nearly naked women, and men, strolling across the pool deck with their hands cupping each other, lingering on the outer curve of a breast, or flicking lightly across a nipple seemed to be the tone of the evening. As our host's eyes lowered to Michael's groin, and lingered there, Nikki's gaze followed, and Teri could see the swelling of his organ start to show. All was not lost on Pat, who thought to herself that perhaps this would be the play toy of the evening for her direction.

Soon Pat and Teri were making the rounds of the pool, finishing yet another glass of wine, and whispering to themselves how wonderful it would be to live this kind of life. Teri imagined herself spending lots of time skinnydipping in this pool, no matter the time of day or night. They kissed a little, pressing their thighs and hipbones together in the shadows of a potted palm, passing a little wine one to the other, warming it, and tasting each other in it, as was their custom. There was something so intimate, so personal in that simple act that Teri's heart began to race as she felt the liquid squirt into her from her partner's lips.

"It is time, my dear," whispered Pat, without totally removing her lips from Teri's. Pat's hand slipped between them and carefully unbuttoned Teri's skirt, all the way to the waist. Let me dress you a little differently. She removed Teri's jacket and hung it on a chair, and used the back of her fingers to slide across Teri's already rigid nipples, making them even longer and firmer. Teri's own hands were cupping Pat's larger round breasts, pressing them inward and pulling the fabric to the side, exposing them more as they kissed. "Walk to the other end, my sexy lover, where you see Michael and Nikki. On your way, stop behind the row of flowers, there, and remove your panties. Show me, and take them to Michael."

Teri blushed with anticipation, with the slight fright of actually doing as she was bid, and with the rising feelings of wicked heat that she knew would move her to the edge of her own control soon. They parted, and Pat moved around the pool in the opposite direction, not bothering to close her dress, but letting the opening remain clear to her belt, exposing the insides of both breasts, but not quite to the nipples. As she walked, the split parted with her left thigh, and her creamy skin showed from the top of her lacy stockings to the thin waistband of her white thong. She smiled at the glances of people as she passed. It was not crowded at the pool, and much of the party was still inside, but there were perhaps 6 or 8 on each side who had opted for the outside atmosphere and relative "privacy" of the deck. Pat looked over to see Teri slip behind the two large vases that held an array of flowers, and quickly slip her panties down and off her long legs. Teri held them in her hand, and smiled at Pat across the water, walking with unsteady legs to the other end. Pat came up the other side, gathered the unbelieving Dawn, who had been spending time fending off the advances of some of the single males who found her attractive. "I want you to see how wild a girl you can become, sweet Dawn, when you learn to behave as Teri does." Dawn nodded her head and lifted her glass to her lips, slipping her shoulder into Pat's soft breast, hip to hip, as if for courage.

They watched as Teri approached Michael, standing in front of him. He was seated on a chaise lounge, jacket off and shirt opened several buttons, thanks to Nikki's wandering fingers. Nikki's blouse was also unbuttoned, showing her black lace bra beneath, and she leaned into Michael's caressing hand as it slid up the back of her right leg, under her dress, feeling the warm skin respond. Teri never hesitated, but walked forward, spreading her feet wide enough to straddle the lounger, so her hips were directly above Michael's waist. Pat moved Dawn sideways a little, so they could see better. From the look on Michael's face, it was clear that he had an open view of Teri's naked mound, the unbuttoned skirt spread by her stance. Teri's mound was beautiful, sexy, with puffy labia that were naturally almost bare, the moisture that had begun to gather highlighting the little peach fuzz that she had. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a thin vertical rectangle, a little darker than the hair on her head. Nikki's eyes were on it, and Pat whispered to Dawn, "See, sweet girl? See how Teri exposes herself so willfully? See how Michael's cock presses upward and asks to be released? See how Nikki rolls her hips into her husband's fingers, even as she herself watches Teri expose herself? Does it remind you a little of yourself, my pet?" Dawn again nodded, speechless, her mouth dry and her heart pounding at Teri's daring and at Pat's lewd language. She felt warm fingers slide down the inside of her elastic waistband, inside her thin panties, caressing her own asscheek, and she pressed unconsciously into Pat's hand.

Teri felt it beginning. Her walk down the poolside was one of turbulence, fluttering stomach as she held her panties in her hand. They were already wet with her own fluids, and now she could feel the wetness seeping from her, onto her inner thighs as she stood in front of Michael. His tongue slid over his lips as he smiled his handsome smile, and looking down she could see her own sexy mound open to his view, and to anyone standing beyond them. Actually, Nikki was facing her also, and she noticed how Michael's hand moved under Nikki's skirt, feeling her, warming her to the show. She noticed how Nikki's eyes also locked onto her exposed sex, and as she looked down, she noticed the bulge growing larger in Michael's pants. Hearing Pat's whispers, she looked up and to her left, where Pat and Dawn stood side by side, pressing, watching about 10 feet away. Pat nodded, and Teri responded by offering her panties to Michael. He took them, felt them, worked his fingers into them and then licked his finger, relishing the taste. Teri looked at Nikki, who smiled more broadly at the increasing boldness. Looking back at Pat, Teri was astonished to see that her lover had released the belt, allowing her dress to open, and Pat's large round naked breasts pointed firmly at Teri. Pat smiled, "You too, my dear….. show us." Teri quickly rolled her silky short camisole upward, so it rested above her pointed breasts.

"Saliva," urged Pat in a low voice. Just one word, but Teri knew what she meant. She let it drip from her mouth, onto her own skin…. Onto her naked tits. Teri was beyond thinking breasts. To her now, they were tits, on display for the pleasure of others. The warm liquid slid down them, followed by more, and ran down her belly. She was out of control. Her hands moved up to gather it, and slide it over her flesh, wetting her nipples. With both hands she tugged them, pulling her nipples outward, slippery, electric with feeling. 

Michael passed Teri's panties to his wife, and Nikki rubbed her hands in them as well, wanting to find the scent that seemed to turn her husband on so fully. Teri moved forward at Pat's motion, stepping closer to Michael's face, and soon her wet pussy was within inches of his mouth. He didn't move, but waited for her. She let a little sound escape her throat, as she felt the need between her legs. Her fingers continued to manipulate her own nipples, rolling them, tugging them outward. She whimpered as she felt Michael's hand slide up her thigh, fingers caressing the warm smooth skin, rubbing the wet fluid that was leaking from Teri's pussy, making circles with it, teasing the very outer edges of her labia with it. Teri felt movement beside her, and she sensed that Nikki had moved behind her, kneeling, and with one hand lifted the back of her skirt to expose her creamy buttocks to the air, and to the view of anyone back at poolside who might be watching. She heard the zipper, and knew that Nikki was opening Michael's pants, spreading them open to allow his cock to appear. She looked down, and saw it in Nikki's hand, pointed upward and onto Michael's stomach. It looked rampant, with the skin pulled tight, the round and bulbous head filled with color that matched Michael's growing lust. 

"Please, lick me, LICK me," Teri begged, whispering raggedly, and thrust her waiting pelvis forward. Michael obliged, mouth open, tongue slipping greedily along Teri's waiting groove, tasting her, pulling the wetness into his mouth. Teri rolled her hips and was unsteady on her feet until she felt the friendly hands of her beautiful Pat lift the other side of her skirt, further exposing her round smooth ass to the world. She looked sideways, reaching for Pat's waist, wrapping around it, and felt Pat's warm mouth close over her left breast, nearly swallowing it, tongue lashing her nipple, sucking, pulling, bringing flashes of light and dark to Teri's eyes. She reached across with her right hand to Pat's near breast, finding the thick hard nipple and scissors pinching it with her fingers. Michael's mouth moved harder, tongue inside her, then out and up to her clit, then back inside. Nikki's fingers moved to her asscheeks, now filled with Teri's wetness and sliding wickedly along the groove to her puckered anal rim, touching, exploring, teasing it to find yet another button of excitement. It was overwhelming, and Teri ground her pussy down onto Michael's face, onto Nikki's probing fingers, whimpering to Pat to suckle her. 

She opened her eyes to see the lovely face of the younger Dawn, wide eyed and breathing hard, kneeling beside the head of the lounger chair, fascinated by the total abandon that Teri was displaying. Teri barely saw her, yet was able to smile a devilish smile of sensuality, knowing that as she was giving herself to her lust, she was bringing another lovely woman into the realm of exhibitionistic pleasure. She leaned sideways and kissed her lover, feeling Pat's lips open, her mouth warm and inviting, tongues lashing and pulling, licking and exchanging slippery fluids greedily. It was beginning to rise in her, and the animal noises in her throat gave her away. Look down, she heard Pat say, and Teri looked past Michael's head, able to see Nikki's head bobbing faster, and then pulling away, releasing Michael's long cock from her mouth, but continuing to stroke it. Nikki leaned over and spit upon it, making an even more slippery surface for her fist to work, sliding her fingers over the head and back down, then over the head again. Michael began to groan as he felt his load of cum begin to surface, and Teri watched as it spurted forth, onto Teri's legs, onto the side of the chair and onto Nikki. She felt him suck her clit harder as he came, and her own orgasm began to shake her. 

"Yesssss, baby, take it standing up!!!" came Pat's urging words, "See how naughty and delicious it is to do it standing up, surrounded by your lovers." Pat spoke into Teri's mouth as Teri shuddered and moaned, her juice releasing into Michael's face and chin, her legs growing weak. Michael continued to suck her clit, making it spasm over and over, becoming so supersensitive that Teri cried out and collapsed onto his legs. Pat knelt beside her, and Nikki and Pat both leaned in, surrounding her, holding her, not letting her be alone in her overwhelming release, but bringing their bodies close to hold her up, hold her safe, and remind her that her pleasure had been theirs as well. 

"How many people saw me?" Teri asked timidly on the drive home. She was nearly blushing as she asked, as the boldness of her actions and the aid of the wine had worn off a little. 

"Enough, grinned Pat….. enough to win you admiration… and most importantly, enough to begin the training of our new partner. Did you enjoy yourself, Dawn?"

Dawn turned and smiled broadly at them, and at Michael and Nikki. "I think I'll have lots to dream about tonight," she answered, "and for the future."



The Party



She was sitting back in a corner, out of the bustle of the party, with her skirt pulled around her waist, idly toying with her cunt lips when I noticed her. "Notice" is probably too weak a word to use here, but it will do.

It isn't that often that I get out to parties, and when I do, I very seldom see beautiful girls toying with their pussies in plain view of the crowd. Again, "seldom" is much too weak, but you get my drift.

I've never been what you would call glib around strange women. The usual light banter does not appeal to me and it takes so long to think of a truly astonishing quip that the party has usually wound down before I'm wound up.

Even had I been glib, I doubt that I would have known quite what to say to her. She seemed intent on making some sort of statement with her fingers in her crotch. I got the part about how boring the party was and how she didn't give a shit what the partygoers thought about her activities and the part about "fuck you and the horse you rode in on", but I still had a lot of questions. Who was she? Was it some sort of trap? Had she been doing this all night or had she just started as I walked into the room? Was it for my benefit or was I just lucky?

The oddest part was that I seemed to be the only one to notice her at all.

"Are you real?" I finally blurted.

"Does this look like a fake cunt to you?" she challenged me by pulling the pink lips wide apart.

"No, not really. It's just my first time to discover a beautiful girl at a party playing with her pussy. I thought perhaps the shrimp cocktail I had for lunch was past its prime and was causing me to hallucinate. May I touch it? Just to verify the reality, of course."

"Of course" she replied, spreading her knees far apart and lifting her ass slightly to offer herself more easily to my probing fingers.

She was real, all right. If not, I was hallucinating a hell of a pungent odor from my fingers. I sucked the pearly drops from my finger tips.

"Would you like to go somewhere so that I can use the main probe to verify your reality?" I ventured.

"What's wrong with right here?"

"It seems a trifle public to my taste. Couldn't we just sneak out the back way or something."

"Sneaking doesn't appeal to me. You're welcome to blast your balls off in my cunt, but you'll have to do it right here."

"Why?" I began, but she cut me off.

"Are we going to argue or are we going to fuck?"

I looked around. Nobody seemed to see us at all. My prick was begging to get out and plow into her sweet pussy, but I was having trouble coming to terms with the terms of my coming. The apartment was packed with people. Never mind the fact that she seemed to be invisible to them.

For that matter, nobody was paying the slightest attention whatsoever to me, either. Maybe we were invisible after all. Don't ask me how. But I knew I wanted to try my best to fill that cute little hole she was teasing.

Very warily, I unzipped my fly and looked around. Nobody noticed. I pulled old Roger out and waved him in her face. Nobody noticed. I motioned for her to stand and bend over so I could fry the old bacon, but she wanted more.

"You must take off your pants. I don't fuck a guy with his pants on."

"Aw, give me a break. I'm dying here as it is, afraid that any minute now everybody will notice me standing here with a stiff prick in my hands."

"Not until you take off your pants."

Looking around one more time to verify my invisibility, I quickly stepped out of my pants and shorts and threw them in the corner behind her. "Ok, let's fuck!" I said.

"No. You're the one that's fucked" she threw at me, standing quickly and dropping her skirt. As she stood, the whole crowd turned to stare at me. A newspaper photographer came in from the next room and snapped several quick shots of me as the center of attention.

I woke up in a cold sweat. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. I was so full of adrenaline I could hardly stop trembling. My emotions were yanking me all over the place.

I simply had to find a way to stop these dreams. They were getting stronger and stronger. It was the same girl every time and she always left me in some kind of dangerous or embarrassing situation. She was so familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place her.

Was she somebody I had known, or a composite of several people, or did she just share certain characteristics with someone from my past?

She was the kind of girl who knows her way around. Maybe she had been a barmaid or had some kind of job that caused her to lose any shyness she might have had and to learn how to field unwelcome advances with ease.

She always seemed to be in control of the situation, wherever we were. She was the local, at home, comfortable. I was always the stranger, walking into a new situation where I had to size up the situation at a glance and always failing in some terrible manner. Almost every dream resulted in my coming awake in a panic, like this morning.

As much as I enjoyed the dreams, the shock at the end was making me a nervous wreck.

I was almost beginning to dread going to sleep, but at the same time, couldn't wait to do so.

The phone rang. My mother was calling to invite me for the weekend. If I knew her, she would be having someone "special" for me to meet. She had been trying to marry me off for years. I didn't mind. I felt no obligation to continue contact with someone simply because we had been introduced. If it made my mother happy, then why not go along with her for a few hours?

I arrived at the house early and rang the bell. I no longer carried a key. I looked away at the traffic on the street while waiting, but heard the door open. When I looked back, it wasn't the smiling face of my mother, but it was the girl from my dream! She was smiling at me very warmly. I was stunned and had no idea what to do. She merely stood quietly with a gentle smile while I collected myself enough to follow her inside.

"Hello, Dear. I see you've already met Jeanine. She's a very special person and I'm doing some work with her. Perhaps the two of you can get acquainted while I finish up in the kitchen."

I, for one, certainly intended to get better acquainted. She may not be the same person I had been dreaming about, but she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen and I couldn't wait to get in her pants, if possible. She was certainly "special".

I tried to explain to her about my dreams, but she never said a word--just kept smiling that same sweet, sexy smile at me, even when I approached her and took her in my arms. She made no objection as I kissed her and found her hard tits in my hands.

Without consciously being aware of the sequence of events, I soon found my self standing in my mother's living room with my dick buried to the hilt in a beautiful woman. The enormity of what I was doing suddenly struck me, but before I could move, my mother swept into the room and stopped , aghast, right in front of me.

"Why John Paul Jones! Whatever are you doing? How dare you act like this in my house? How dare you take advantage of that poor girl at any time? Can't you tell she is retarded? She may have the body of a woman, but she has the mind of a toddler. I told you she was "special". What I meant was that she requires special treatment. Not only has she been raped repeatedly by men like yourself taking advantage of her inability to resist, but I'm afraid that she has almost every communicable sexual disease known to medicine."

I woke up in a cold sweat. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. I was so full of adrenaline I could hardly stop trembling. My emotions were yanking me all over the place.

At any rate, I felt the need to do something about it. I wasn't sure what to do. After all, it was just a dream, or series of dreams. What could it mean? Was there anyone, anywhere who could make a difference, or was I losing my mind?

On the off-chance that the latter was true, I leafed through the yellow pages until I located a psychiatrist with a nearby office. It seemed as good a criteria as any, since I had no other way to evaluate their potential usefulness to me. To my astonishment, I was given an appointment for the very next morning!

I arrived right on time, a little out of breath and apprehensive at the prospect of possibly learning that I was certifiably insane. "Is a psychiatrist duty-bound to report lunatics to the police?" I wondered.

The receptionist was a knockout! High, firm tits rode jauntily upward from a trim waist, without constraint. Her nipples strained at her starched, crisp uniform blouse. I could see the outline of her aureole through the white cloth. The smile she gave me was positively radiant. Never mind the psychiatrist, the visit was worth the trip just to see his receptionist. He must have hired her for her body. If she could write her name, it would be a bonus. Typing or any other office skills would just be too damn much to expect.

"Doctor will be with you in just a moment", she breathed, in the sexiest voice I've ever heard. 

I was in lust. I tried to read one of the magazines on the waiting room table, but couldn't take my eyes off the lovely body behind the desk. At any moment, she was going to demand that I quit staring at her, but so far, she acted as if she welcomed my attention. She made several trips across the room to retrieve papers from the bottom drawer of a large filing cabinet. What grace! What charm! She moved as if there were no bones in her body. She apparently did not care in the least that I could see the white patch at her crotch when she knelt to reach the papers. My prick was lurching frantically in my pants. If "Doctor" hadn't come to the door right then, I was on the way to an embarrassing situation.

My first glimpse of the person opening the door to the doctor's office made my blood run cold. It was her! I mean, IT! WAS! HER!!!!! There was simply no doubt about it. The patient with the appointment just before mine on this particular day was the same identical person who was haunting my dreams! I stood, staring. My jaw must have been dragging on the floor. My head was spinning. The effects of the show I had been watching with the receptionist had dulled my senses significantly, and now this!

I determined to ask the doctor for her name as soon as I got inside. Meanwhile, I finally managed to avert my gaze marginally, so that I was no longer staring directly at her. It would stand to reason that most psychiatric patients would not particularly enjoy being stared at as they left the doctor's office. My shock was complete when she walked directly up to me and put out her hand.

"Good morning. I'm Doctor Smith. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but one of my other patients was having an emergency and needed some consolation."

Things were happening too fast for me to keep up with them. This beautiful, luscious thing in the sexy silk dress, just like the one she had worn at the party, was my psychiatrist? It was too much. I stood, dumbly watching as the two beauties managed to lead me into the office and place me on the couch. Barbi smiled and gave me a reassuring wink as she quietly closed the door on her way out. I couldn't see my doctor, which was just as well. It was going to take some time to adjust to this situation.

"Well, what seems to be the matter?" asked the girl of my dreams.

I tried to answer her--I really did, but nothing would come out. My mouth worked, but no sound came forth. I don't know what I would have said, anyway. How do you go about trying to explain to a psychiatrist that they themselves are the person in the dreams that are driving you mad? Am I mad? Am I just on the way? How can I worry about losing my credibility with her when I have none to begin with?

She sat quietly, watching my feeble attempts at answering dribble down my chin. Finally, she leaned over her desk to the intercom. "Miss Jones, can you come in, please?"

"Miss Jones, Mr. Smith is obviously distraught in some way. Can you do something to relax him so that we can proceed?"

"Yes, Doctor." Miss June knelt beside my couch and carefully unzipped the door to my pleasure stick. "Oh, it's so big", she breathed as she untangled it from my fly.

If it wasn't big before, it quickly got that way as she lovingly stroked it while the doctor watched quietly. Then, very, very slowly, she eased inch after inch of my manhood down her throat until the entire thing was hidden between her ruby lips. I still couldn't talk, but I was in heaven!

Then she bit it off.

I woke up in a cold sweat. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. I was so full of adrenaline I could hardly stop trembling. My emotions were yanking me all over the place.



The Party



(The play takes place entirely on the grounds of someone's house. It is a warm evening and university is on break. The actors are free to move about the house inside & out at the directors discretion. Tim, Ian & Kendall arrive as the play opens.)

                    Tim
(done in rap fashion)
Rollin in my five point O. 
Rag top down so my hair can blow.
Girlies on stand by waitin just to say hi
Did you stop
No I just drove by

I'm going to get laid tonight.

                    Ian
Tim, shut up there is no way any girl in her right mind would fuck you.

                    Tim.
Shut up Ian. What do you know?

                    Ian
I know that you're a total geek. What do you think is going to happen you're going to meet some girl who wants to hear you talk about Batman?

                    Tim
No man I'm just going to go out there and get my swerve on, and watch the ladies catching my vibe.

                    Ian
Oh yeah that's going to happen. I'm sure there's some girl here tonight who can't wait to hook up with the guy with the Back To The Future T-shirt on.

                    Kendall
Dude, relax.

                    Ian
I am relaxed. I just don't need to hear Tim talking about how he's going to get his swerve on. What the fuck does that mean anyway? Is it Clingon or what?

                    Kendall
Tim why don't you go get something to drink. Why are you so harsh on him?

                    Ian
He's a total ass man. He spends his days reading comics and does nothing at work. His section is a mess and I'm always the one straightening it. It's bad enough I have to clean up his shit let alone hear him talking about it when we're not at work. I can't believe I showed up to the party with a guy wearing a Back To The Future shirt. 

                    Kendall
He's not that bad. A little geeky allright, but it's kinda like hanging out with the lovable character Screech from Saved By The Bell.

                    Ian
Yeah. Work in Mimi's department and tell me how lovable he is. What a fucking bitch.

                    Kendall
I will give you props there man. I can't stand the way she treats everybody like they're a twelve year old. "Hey Ken wouldn't it be great if someone set up this month's display?" 

                    Ian
So don't tell me about how he's lovable. Tim has two options for his future, living in his parents garage watching sci-fi or snapping from sexual frustration and taking out a campus full of coeds from a clock tower.

                    Kendall
Drop it. But y'know now that you mention it why is it always a clock tower?

                    Ian
You're higher up.

                    Kendall
Maybe it's a phallic symbol.

                    Ian
It's got nothing to do with phallic symbols. It's just that you're above everyone and can see them easier.

                    Kendall
Well thank you Lee Harvey, but couldn't you be just as high in a hot air balloon. And plus you wouldn't be stuck with cops all around you, and when you're done shooting you could just float to the safety of international waters.

(Patty & Laura arrive at the party and find Ian & Kendall.)

                    Patty
Hey sweeties, we got lost. What's going on?

                    Ian
Nothing. Kendall was just telling me about his penis envy.  

                    Kendall
I said phallic symbol not penis envy.

                    Ian
Whatever.

                    Patty
Ian, let's go get something to drink, OK? We'll be back.

                    Laura
So did you ask him yet?

                    Kendall
Not yet Laura. Jesus.

                    Laura
Well I just want to know is all.

                    Kendall
I think we're at the age when we shouldn't have to ask around to find if people like you.

                    Laura
Oh c'mon.

                    Kendall
No, I haven't asked him yet. But I will.

                    Laura
Does Ian know that I like him?

                    Kendall
I think it's pretty obvious.

                    Laura
It's obvious to you, you're not involved. 

                    Kendall
Why don't you just tell him?

                    Laura
Cause what if he says no and I have to see him.....

                    Kendall
Laura he is not going to say no to you. It is so obvious he likes you. Stop playing games and go and talk to him.

                    Laura
Why do you think he likes me?  Did he say something?

                    Kendall
No he hasn't said anything yet. But I'm telling you just my own opinion here. I watch you two guys and it's obvious, you like each other.

                    Laura
But he can be such a dick sometimes, and then he's really nice. So I can't figure him out.

                    Kendall
There ya go.

                    Laura
What?

                    Kendall
That proves he likes you.

                    Laura
Because he's a dick

                    Kendall
Not just because he's a dick. But the lengths he goes to be a dick. See if a guy likes a girl in this situation he can't just come right out and say he likes you. Cause then the girl has the upper hand. She knows that he likes her and he thinks in no time at all I'll be taking her shopping telling her what she does and doesn't look fat in. Now if the guy doesn't let the girl know that he likes her the girl will work harder to show she likes the guy. You with me?

                    Laura
So he thinks if I know he likes me it's a sign of weakness.

                    Kendall
OK, but it doesn't stop there. If the guy keeps on hiding his feelings the girl will work harder and harder to get the guy interested. So eventually the guy has a girl throwing herself at him without the guy doing any work. He's never bought her dinner, he's never met her parents and he doesn't have to run to the mall with her at Clinique bonus time.

                    Laura
Have you given this speech before?

                    Kendall
A couple of times. But the important thing is that he knows you like him on some level. Maybe it's an unconscious thing at this point. Maybe it's just a thought in his mind that he's considering. But there are feelings there.

                    Laura
So what should I do?

                    Kendall
Take the offensive. The longer he acts the a dick, the more he thinks you're going to like it. If you take the initiative and be somewhat assertive it will work. I'm not saying go Fatal Attraction on him. Just make your intentions clear. Then he'll think he's being rewarded and continue the good behavior.

                    Laura
OK, OK.

                    Kendall
So go find him and talk to him.

                    Laura
OK. Thanks

                    Kendall
Go. Find him. Go.

(Patty & Ian are now off in a separate area.)

                    Patty
So, what do you want to drink?

                    Ian
I don't know. Whatever.

                    Patty
I like that. Not picky at all are you. Just so long as it's wet.

                    Ian
Nah. Beer is pretty much the same. Especially party beer.

                    Patty
That cold beer must taste really good on a hot night like this.

                    Ian
Yeah.

                    Patty
Do you like it when it gets hot?

                    Ian
Whatever.

                    Patty
I love it when everything gets all hot. It just makes me feel so free. Y'know makes me feel really limber. So why haven't you called. I mean I've been trying to call you. But the number you gave me turns out to be the number for the 7-11 on Sand Lake Road.  And I keep calling thinking maybe you used to work there and I keep trying. And at first Achmed was cool about it. But I called today and he started cursing me out in whatever language he speaks. Than he starts yelling at me to "buy something or get out". So I spent twenty minutes trying to explain that I wasn't actually in the store.
                    Ian
Well ever think that's why I didn't give you my real number. You'd be calling me 37 times a day. Besides we see each other plenty at work.

                    Patty
Well, you could give me your real number. I think it's the least you could do. We never talk anymore.

                    Ian
We're talking now. What's the problem?

                    Patty
We had sexual intercourse Ian. There is no denying that. And this behaviour is very counteractive to our relationship.

                    Ian
Relationship?


                    Patty
Yes relationship. As in what we have been in for the past week. 

                    Ian
All we did was hook up.

                    Patty
Yes. We had intercourse. Now I think we should explore the part of our relationship where we express each other verbally. That's what couples do. They have sex and than they discuss things. 

                    Ian
Will you stop saying relationship.

                    Patty
I think you're just afraid to have someone love you.

                    Ian
You love me? How can you love me? Look. We hooked up, that's it. It's not a big deal.

                    Patty
Well, can we do it again?

                    Ian
What the...... What is it with you. First you want to talk, than you don't want to talk and you want to hook up? We're not going to do it again ever.

                    Patty
Why not?

                    Ian
Because you're awful in bed.

                    Patty
No I'm not.

                    Ian

You just lie there. And you're frigid. I was doing everything I could and it had no effect on you.

                    Patty
Well maybe you weren't that good. Ever think of that?

                    Ian
Oh please. You were telling me to look for the man in the canoe. I mean if you thought me and  another guy was in there. A guy with a canoe I might add.  I must have been good.

                    Patty
Well maybe it was pretty good.......

                    
(Tim is back with Kendall. The conversations between Patty & Ian happen at the same time but separate from Kendall & Tim.)

                    Tim (to Kendall)
Dude I just saw the hottest girl pull up.

                    Kendall
Yeah? Go for it man.

                    Tim
I don't know man. 

                    Kendall
What's not to know? You just go up to her and start talking.

                    Tim
Really? Is it that easy?

                    Kendall
You haven't talked to many girls have you Tim. Man just go talk to her.

                    Tim
You think I should.

                    Kendall




The Party



Let me begin by telling you a little about myself. My name's Elaine and I'm 39 years old. I have a son and have been happily married for 12 years. In my bare stockings I'm 5'9'' tall with long blond hair. I can best describe myself as having a voluptuous body shape, which some in this world of anorexic women might say is a little overweight. But boy do I have curves! My measurements are 36(D)-28-40 or in simple terms an hourglass figure. Anyway standing in front of a mirror, naked, I look Ok, my boobs might have dropped a little from 10 years ago (you can't blame them, can you!), but I can still turn heads, if I want too that is.

Well enough of me. This true story relates to my 38th birthday party, thrown by my loving husband, who shall remain nameless.

It began when I walked out of the shower. I was still drying myself with a large fluffy towel when he walked in. "You look gorgeous," he said as he moved to my side, instantly kissing my lips tenderly. His hand instinctively moved to my uncovered breasts squeezing their fullness. What is it with men and breasts?

Breaking briefly from sucking on one of my nipples, now erect and very sensitive, he asked me what I was wearing. Between my soft moans I said a cream, silk blouse and long brown velvet skirt. He nodded his approval as he grated my nipple between his front teeth. "Ouch" that hurt. I pushed him away. "Yeh but it makes them hard." He was right, my nipples stay erect for ages when aroused.

Even at the party I could still feel them tingle and they pushed against the lace of my balconette bra, which seemed to just rub them enough to keep them that way. I adjusted the fabric in an attempt to relieve the pressure, and only succeeded to undue a furtherbutton of my blouse. I noticed Steve, one of my husband's friends looking. I smiled and he smiled back before he walked over and started chatting. He was tall, at about 6'2 and with a quite chunky build. He worked in computers like my husband. I couldn't stop myself looking in to his deep blue eyes as he talked. He positioned himself close to me so he could hear me speak. His eyes kept glancing at my chest and the pale flesh of my breasts. I smiled. I liked the attention.

As the evening wore on I played the birthday girl perfectly. Flirting a little with various people, but more often than not ending up with Steve. He got braver and held me by my waist pulling me on to him as we swayed to the heavy beat of a record. I rubbed myself against him and could feel his erection pushing against me. His big hand squeezed my bottom. I felt hot, excited. My heart beat increased and I felt my chest rise and fall with increased vigour. Steve watched as my breasts swelled almost emerging from the confines of the lace cups. Steve whispered in my ear " you're a horny little minx, you've got me all excited." "I know I can feel you," came my quick reply. I tried to stop myself but I was turned on.

Then the bombshell came. "Well what are you going to do about it?" I stopped my gyrating. I never thought it would go this far, but as he spoke he dropped his head and kissed me. It was over quickly, but it was the first real kiss I'd had with a man other than my husband in 12 years. I could have died in his arms. My whole body shook with excitement.

Steve, asked me to go outside. As we disappeared out the door I felt like a naughty school girl. I giggled as I leant against the wall. Steve's considerable bulk towered over me. His head dipped and he kissed my lips, a sweet kiss. My head screamed for him to stop, but my body ached for him to continue and take me in his huge arms.

I broke off, but before I could say anything he pushed himself on to me. His kiss more urgent this time. I felt his hand drop to my side and he started lifting my skirt up exposing my naked thighs.

I couldn't believe it. I let him. My head spun. Maybe it was the wine, but I was excited beyond words. My heart pounded, my legs felt weak and my nipples tightened and felt like bullets. All I could say was "Steve, I don't think this is right" in a half hearted way.

He knew and I knew I didn't mean it and Steve's hand soon found my knickerless mons. I shifted my weight a little, letting my thighs gape open to allow easier access. In my head I felt like a slut as he buried first one then two fingers into my wet pussy. I clung onto him as he frigged me hard against the wall, the party music blaring out of the windows, drowning my moans.

My breathing quickened as my arousal quickly over took me, moaning my encouragement as Steve moved his attention to my clitoris, flicking his finger tips over the engorged hood. 

I just leant back and let him explore my labia and clit, loving every second of his attention. 

I remember pushing my bum against the wall, for balance, as my first orgasm began, spreading out from my tightening womb. My hands grasped at my breasts. Quickly flicking open the remaining buttons on my blouse I pulled first one then both of my boobs from the underwired, lacy cups. I fondled the comforting flesh and briefly pulled on each engorged nipple. 

'My god what am I doing' I thought to myself as Steve scooped my bare breast into his mouth with his free hand. Becoming more vocal as my inhibitions left my body, my whole body shook with excitement.

He said "you've got fantastic tits" as he gobbled heartedly on them, leaving his saliva all over my soft flesh. 

It embarrasses me a little looking back but I remember shouting out "ahhhh, I'm gonna cum", the sensation was that incredible.

"Ahhh, yeesss, I'm cumming" I yelled as my cunt spasmed with pleasure. 

Biting my bottom lip, Steve continued to suck on my nipple his fingers still working away on my clit, occasionally dipping into my pussy to keep me lubricated.

In my continual arousal, small orgasms continued to rock through my pelvis. Panting heavily, I urged Steve to fuck me. I looked to free his cock and unzipping his trousers quickly wrapped my hand around his substantial shaft. It was already hard and thick, my fingers barely touching around its girth.

"My God", blirted from my lips as I started to gauge the size of it. 

My hand managed to bend the hard shaft through his flies and it sprang into the open air. I remember staring, my eyes unblinking at his dick. It was massive, all of 10 inches long and solidly thick. In the pale light you could see the heavy veins running along its length, standing proud of the shaft.

Without further introduction Steve, pulled my leg high on to his hip and holding his shaft whilst bending slightly positioned himself at my vagina entrance. With one huge heave he straightened his legs sending the head of his cock sliding into me. It felt like all the wind was being sucked out of my lungs and I cried out as his monster dick invaded me. Believe me I had never experienced anything like it. People who say size doesn't matter have never been fucked by a big dick. It does, matter, its matters a lot. 

My head rocked from side to side and my thighs shook as he started to withdraw then push upwards again, with each stroke, plunging deeper into me. After a few minutes I was pleading for him to stop. My whole body felt like it was going to explode, or split in two or may be both! 

Steve smiled. Suddenly he slid out of me, his cock springing clear with an audible plop. I instantly looked down to his glistening, upright, shaft, the skin drawn back over his fat bulbous tip.

"Get on that table Elaine" he ordered. I moved gingerly over to an old wooden table, which we used in summer to serve food on. 

"Go on face down, lean over". I did as I was told, not really caring. I just wanted fucking. I wanted him to fill my body again, to feel his cock inside me. 

I pulled down the zip of my skirt and stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. I kicked it away. I waited, arms and elbows on the table, biting my lip. Waving my bum a little I waited for the inevitable. I was not to be disappointed as I felt Steve's hand on the cheek of my ample bottom.

I turned to him, "go on then, fuck me."

I felt his shaft enter me, before he paused briefly before pushing himself onto me. My god you could not imagine the feeling of being penetrated by him. I screamed out aloud as he plunged deep before withdrawing and thrusting again.

The sensations where incredible. I could feel the full size of his prick as it surged in and out of my body. I ground my backside into his groin, my movements becoming more frantic by the second. 

My hands clenched the table top, as he plundered my cunt and my whole body spasmed. I cried out to Steve to 'fuck me hard' as his ballooning knob exploded inside me.

I remember shouting "Oh yes, fucking hell, yes, do it, do it" as he continued tipping me over the edge one final time. By that time his sperm dribbled from me.

10 minutes later I'd composed my self enough to re-enter the party. Walking gingerly into the kitchen my husband's eyes met mine, a wide beaming smile on his face. I walked over to him, "hi love". 

"Enjoying yourself birthday girl" he said.

"Its been brilliant, thanks love." I squeezed his hand as he patted my backside letting his hand caress my bottom. I planted a big kiss on his cheek. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tight to his body. I could feel his erection against my thigh. I let my hand drop to my side and rubbed up against him.

"What's got you going big boy?" I enquired.

"Oh nothing, I just like seeing you happy and enjoying yourself. It turns me on to watch you." His voice lingered on 'watch'. I could feel my self go flush, before he wandered off to meet some late comers.

Had he watched me? Had he set me up to be fucked by one of his friends?

To this day I don't know whether he set me up or not, but I thank him if he did.



The Party



Zach pulled the pickup up to the curb and shut off the lights. We both sat in silence and looked at the house for a moment before either of us spoke.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

He laughed and got out of, walking around to open my door for me. "It'll be fun, come on," he said, and I followed him into the darkened house.

The girl who answered the door was around the same age as me – 23 – but much taller. She was around 5'8", an athletic blonde with her hair done up in curls pinned to the back of her head.

She smiled when she saw Zach, but her smile thinned as she looked me up and down, taking me in slowly. I laughed a little, thinking she had probably never seen anyone quite like me before.

The blonde was dressed in a black skirt that hit her just above the knees, showing off athletic legs, and as she turned to retreat back into the house, apparently having decided to let us in, I caught a glimpse of a little tattoo on her upper thigh.

She was wearing almost no makeup, save this ghastly dark lipstick. "Someone should tell her that makes her look washed out," I said to myself as we breezed by.

"What was that?" she asked, and I looked at Zach.

"I didn't say anything," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

The blonde snorted and plopped herself down on the couch next to a very attractive guy, tall, dark and sculpted, just the way I like them. He caught me looking at him and held my gaze for what seemed like an eternity, and I wasn't the only one to notice. The blonde shoved her elbow into him hard and he turned to give her a dirty look as Zach pulled me down the hall and into a basement, where half a dozen people were gathered, all of their attention on a foos ball game that was going on between three guys and pretty little brunette.

"What was that?" Zach asked, gesturing over his shoulder as we descended the stairs. I just smiled back. "Be good," he said.

I didn't answer, but I let him pull me down the stairs toward two girls sitting watching the game. "This is my cousin Cassie," he said, introducing me. These girls didn't take me in the way the blonde upstairs had, they didn't seem to mind my outfit being a bit more stylish than they were used to, at least not too much. 

I was starting to rethink my favorite black polyester pants, even though Zach had reassured me repeatedly that I looked great.

I knew I looked great, but I should at least try to fit in with these back road country girls. Before I had come to Montana I had thought it was like a distant planet, and now I knew I was right. None of these girls looked anything like me, or any of the other girls back home, and I was trying not to let it make me feel uncomfortable.

A while later I got bored with watching the foos ball game and wandered upstairs to find a bathroom. As I rounded the corner from downstairs, there in the hall in front of me was the guy from the couch. He looked perfect in his little country boy outfit, and I could tell he hadn't missed how great my ass looked in these tight little pants I was wearing, or the swell of my 34B breasts in my shirt that was, after all, a bit too form fitting.

The hall was a bit darkened, with only the light shining from below in the basement. He stepped forward and put a hand on my waist. It was rough with work, but sent tingles up my spine. "I'm Matt," he whispered into my hair.

"Cassie," I replied, leaning into him. He pressed me against the wall and leaned in to partake of a deep, sexy kiss. I could feel him growing hard as he pressed against my body, and I wrapped an arm around him to pull him even closer.

His breath tasted of beer and mint gum, and he was an amazing kisser. His tongue lingered in my mouth, exploring all of the regions of new found passion. I was lost in the kiss and didn't hear anyone coming until someone grabbed hold of my arm and threw me against he opposite wall.

I looked up from the floor where I had fallen to see the blonde standing above me, terror in her eyes. She screeched something I didn't comprehend, and started to lunge at me again. I moved out of the way and shoved her down the small flight of stairs that led to a landing. She landed with her legs in the air, her skirt pulled back to expose black bikini panties and black garters holding up her stockings. I was surprised at such sexy underwear for a country bumpkin, but that didn't change my opinion of her.

"You bitch!" I said, feeling the corner of lip and checking for blood. "That hurt!"

She screamed something about staying away from her man as she hauled herself up off the floor, but I wasn't listening anymore. If this blondie thought she was going to get the better of me just because she was on her own turf, she had another thing coming.

As she came back up the stairs to come at me again, I saw that the crowd from the basement had come up to stand on the landing and see what was going on. They wanted a show, did they? I'd give them a show. And blondie wasn't going to like it very much.

She reached the top of the stairs and stood in front of me, her too-large breasts heaving. I laughed as she stridled up to me like I was supposed to be afraid. She slapped me across the face and I abruptly stopped laughing.

"You've got to be kidding me. Is that the best you got?" I asked, and I heard Matt chuckle beside me. She shot him a dirty look and I reached out and, with one jerk, ripped her little black skirt completely off, leaving her standing there in those little black panties and garters.

She let out a shocked little scream and started to retreat to the bathroom, but I was having far too much fun to let that happen. I hooked a finger in the back of her panties as she went by and snapped it hard. I could tell she was off her guard now, so I put one of my chunky boots in front of her and she fell, hard, to the ground, whimpering.

She had her face in the carpet as I sat on her back, grabbing those cute little blonde curls in one fist and her panties in the other hand and pulling up on both. She writhed and whimpered beneath me, and reached up to pull herself on top of me. I looked up at her, smelling her pussy as she sat on me only a few inches from my face, and reached up to rip her shirt.

The material ripped easily in my fist, and left her ample white breasts heaving in nothing but a black lace bra. I heard one of the on-lookers gasp, and as she tried to cover herself I took the opportunity to regain control. Before she knew it, I was sitting with on her chest, with my ass directly in her face.

She grabbed my pants and ripped them, but I just laughed. If she thought I would be embarrassed by being in front of her friends in my lacy purple thongs, she had another thing coming. Just to prove my point, I kicked off my boots, letting each one land directly on her.

If that was the way she wanted to play, I could play too, I decided. I ripped her bra and left her lying there on the floor, huge white breasts with dark brown nipples left completely exposed to all of her friends. 

I sat on her face, covering her mouth and nose with my crotch as I pulled her limp arms up over her head and wrapped the bra around her wrists. I pulled it tight, feeling a little surge of power as she struggled. I pulled it tighter and tied a knot that held her wrists together over her head and left white breasts and arm pits exposed.

I grabbed her hair in my fist and sat directly on her face, nothing but the thin material of my panties between my pussy and her mouth as I held her back by her hair.

Her mouth was warm against my crotch, and I could feel myself getting wet as I grinded into her face. She bit at me and ripped the lace.

"Those are my favorite thongs, you bitch!" I said, and ground against her harder. As she fought and tried to scream, her tongue darted inside me and I threw my head back. Now I was riding her face, forcing her mouth back and forth against my clit as she lay there, helpless to do anything.

I could feel myself climaxing as I grinded against her. She bit at my clit and I came, hard, right there on her face. I know I let out a scream, and I looked up at Matt to see if he was enjoying the show. I could tell that he was. I stood up to examine my handiwork and felt myself growing more and more excited as I surveyed her naked body. Those enormous breasts heaved as she writhed and struggled, and the little mound between her legs bucked as she kicked.

"Don't kick," I said, sitting on her legs. She bucked again and I landed directly on her lap, the lips of her pussy pulling back against the weight of mine on top of her. "Oh, that's what you want? Why didn't you say so?"

I laughed and reached down to shove a finger inside her. She too was wet, despite herself. I rubbed myself against her and watched Matt's eyes get big as I raped her with first one finger, then another and another. I moved my hips against hers and pumped with my fingers, my eyes never once leaving his. I saw a little grin spreading across his face as I leaned up and took her nipple in my mouth, clamping down with my teeth and pulling on her nipple. I was amazed at how far the skin stretched as I pulled my head back, the released it and it sprung back into place. I could tell it hurt by the way her body tensed, and I was definitely getting off on that. 

I could feel her clit swelling between my fingers and I pumped them harder, wanting to watch her little boyfriend as she writhed against me. She let out a scream and I reached up to shove her panties in her mouth, shoving them in to make sure they kept her quiet as I fucked her in front of her friends, our hips grinding together as I drove four fingers in and out of her.

She started to tremble and I laughed. "You like that, do you?" I asked, knowing full well she was about to cum. When I felt her cumming beneath me, her body trembling violently, I stood up and put one foot on her chest, looking down at her.

"What was the problem again, blondie?" I asked. Then I leaned over and collected my clothes and walked straight out the door, half naked.

When Zach got in the pickup a few minutes later I was lacing up my second boot. I grinned at him and grinned back. "Wow, she really got hers, huh?" he said.

"What ever," I shrugged, then laughed. "Yeah, she certainly did."

That night, after Zach had dropped me off and I was lying in bed, I heard a little tap at my door. I wrapped my robe around me and went to answer it, and there was Matt, standing on my doorstep and grinning from ear to ear. Even in the dark I could see the gift he had brought me bulging in his pants.



The Party



"Pete what time does this sex toy party of yours start tonight?"

"Well I've got the girls coming around for a few drinks and food about 7, but Linda wont be here with the toys until about 8"

"Oh ok, that's cool, I just wanted to know cause while you girls are having the party I'm going to roll down to the pub with the boys"

Pete, my girlfriend, had this sex toy party organized for a couple of weeks now. It's basically a night where the girls get together and buy cheap crappy sex toys from a saleswoman, Cheeky Nights I think it's called. I didn't really care, sounds crap to me but I think they get a few laughs out of it and plus gives me an excuse to go piss it up with the boys.

"Oh no babe, you don't have to leave tonight, I want you to stay, in fact so do the girls"

"What do you mean? I didn't think you'd want me around! What use am I?"

Pete just smiled and said "Come with me"

She led me into the bathroom and we got undressed and showered together. This wasn't really that weird, cause Peita and I shower together all the time. We washed each other and then Pete pulled out a razor and began to shave all my body hair.

"Come on babe, why are you shaving everything?"

"Because, I want you to be all smooth for the girls tonight"

"Are you going to tell me what is going on babe?"

"Ok. Welll there is some male lingerie that I was hoping you could pose for us"

"Geeze babe, I dunno if I want all those girls gawking at my body"

"Pffft YES YOU DO! I know how you like to show off, you'd love it! Come on babe, just do it for me pleeeese?"

"Hmmm Ok, but you owe me big time! I want a blow job everyday for a week!"

"Ok" she said smiling at me.

Pete led me out into the living room after my shower and started rubbing Hazelnut Body Butter she had bought from the cosmetics shop all over my body. I admit, it was kinda smelly and a bit intoxicating, but my now smooth chest was looking really muscular and glossy like a wrestlers, so I didn't complain too much.

After I was smothered from top to toe in body butter she pulled out a little black satin g-sting and slipped it up over my penis and balls. With a slap across my naked bottom she let out a childish laugh and handed me a pair of tiny, tight, bright pink latex hotpants and matching bow tie to put on.

"Your going to be our waiter tonight babe, you have serve us all drinks and nibbles, plus greet the girls at the door, take their jackets and offer them a Champaign."

"Geeze anything else your majesty?" I said sarcastically.

"Well yes, but you'll find out soon enough" And with that she turned and went off to get herself ready.

I sat down on the lounge and flicked through the television channels for about half an hour when I heard a knock at the door.

"Can you get that sweetie, I haven't finished my make-up!" Pete shouted from the bedroom.

A little nervously I stood up and fumbled my hotpants straight again, "Man I cant believe I was doing this" I muttered to myself. I walked to the door, opened it and standing there were Pete's girlfriends Katrina and Vanessa. These were Pete's two hottest friends. Katrina was your typical blonde next door, her hair was long and straight half way down her back, she had blue eyes and a nice little body. She was wearing tight fitting denim jeans and a sparkly white halter top that showed off her beautiful boobs. Vanessa on the other hand is much taller, she is almost my height and her skin is quite dark. Her father is an African American so his genes have defiantly rubbed off on her a little. She has jet black shoulder length hair, dark brown eyes and was dressed in a figure hugging purple dress. Her long fingernails were colored purple and matching also were her glossy purple lips.

"Hehehe" the two of them giggled as I cleared my throat to greet them.

"Hello ladies, you both look stunning. I'll be your waiter tonight so if I can help you with anything just let me know." 

I walked them into the lounge room and gestured them to take a seat while I fetch them a glass of Champaign. As they moved past me I felt a sharp pinch on my bum.

"Come on guys, give me a break" I whined

"Oh but Ben your arse is just begging to be pinched in those things! I've never noticed how damn hot your buns are" Katrina cheekily said whilst Vanessa continued to giggle.

Ignoring them I went and got the girls their Champaign and made myself busy in the kitchen. After answering the door several more times to the same giggles and cheeky comments I started to loosen up a little and found it fun mucking around with the ladies. I'd had several glasses of champers myself and was now more relaxed.

When Pete emerged from the bedroom my jaw almost dropped to the floor. She looked absolutely stunning, and I felt proud that she was my baby. I think my wife is gorgeous; she has beautiful olive skin, chocolate brown shoulder length hair and matching chocolate brown eyes. She wore a white shimmery boob tube that was very low cut and showed off her luscious cleavage, with a long black skirt and very high spiked heels. Her make-up was a little heavier than normal, with white eye shadow accentuating her eyes, shimmer on her cheeks and a very pale pink gloss lipstick that finished her 'come hither' appearance.

Ignoring me Pete mingled in with the group and started preparing the nights proceedings.

"Ok girls, well lets get this party started" she exclaimed to the modest group of 5 girls.

"This is Linda and she is from Cheeky Nights, she will be hosting the party tonight and over here is my loving husband Ben, of which I'm sure you all know, who will be here to serve you drinks and anything else you desire." And with that I had the eyes of all the women on the room swing around to me.

After about an half an hour of the girls passing around various sex toys and lingerie items and me serving drink after drink Linda motioned for some quiet.

"Ohhhh Ben would you come in here for us sweetie."

I walked into the lounge room.

"Ok Ben, now there girls here seen the range of lingerie here and they have the ones picked out that they are going to buy for themselves, but they just aren't quite sure how some of the garments will look on their hubbies, so would you be so kind to model some for us?"

Without even getting a word out Pete forwarded "Of course he will"

So there I was in the kitchen with a handful of skimpy undies to try on. I paraded silky boxer shorts, thongs, g-strings, hotpants, different uniforms and even this elephant cock sock thingy!

On my last walk through the lounge room in a furry pair of white hotpants Linda motioned me to stop. Clicking a pair of hand cuffs around my wrists and slipping a blindfold over my eyes I was sat down in the middle of the floor. My growing hard on was plain to see.

"Ben the ladies are now going to try out some of the sex toys they are going to purchase. I don't want to hear boo from you, and I don't want to see you cum until we are finished, cause we need that handsome penis of your to be nice and erect!" Linda stated.

I looked over to Pete and she just smiled and said "C'mon baby, it'll be fun"

I was a little nervous, but the thought of 5 ladies having their way with me with different sex toys was exciting to say the least. Laying down on my back, Katrina was the first to step up. She had a vibrating cockring. Holding my swollen penis with one hand she slipped it over the head of my penis and down my shaft then fastened it tight. Just feeling the touch of her hands on my penis felt great after having a hard on in my pants for most of the night receiving no attention. With a flick of a switch sensuous vibrations began streaming through my throbbing cock. It felt amazing; I could feel the vibrations right down and through my balls. Katrina was obviously enjoying seeing me get off on this, as too were the other ladies in the room, and it wasn't long before her hand began slowly stroking my shaft as well.

"Oh my god! I can feel the vibrations running through his cock while I'm holding it. It's like a vibrator, only living throbbing flesh!"

With that all the ladies jumped down to the floor to have a feel of my cock. In turn they each gripped and stocked my dick. "Man this feels so fucking good" I thought to myself.

Katrina the put her hand back on my penis and lowered her mouth over it. Beginning to move her beautiful little mouth up and down my shaft was starting to feel way too good. Katrina sensed this as well, and not wanting to stop the party early she lifted off and switched off the vibrations. 

A murmur of frustration echoed from my mouth unintentionally, and Linda quickly snapped, "Don't be like that Ben, there still plenty more fun to come!"

The girls proceeded to try nipple clamps on me, other sorts of penis toys and even chocolate body paint.

When Vanessa's turn came around Pete exclaimed "Hmmm now I know he's going to enjoy this one!"

The was a flurry of giggles in the room as Vanessa entered from the hallway wearing her same purple dress, but jutting out from her crotch was a what appeared to be a huge erect penis. She walked into the room and hiked up her skirt to reveal a large life size strap on dildo. In her left hand she held a tube of lubricant, and her tall dark frame standing above me appeared very intimidating.

"Ben, Pete has told me how you enjoy this, and I'd really like to do it to my husband, but I think I should get some practice first, don't you"

"Umm…yeah I spose" I replied sheepishly.

Without any hesitation she motioned me over onto all fours. As she proceeded to grease my arsehole and work her finger in and out I looked forward to see my darling wife looking back at me with a smile.

Vanessa positioned the head of the dildo at my rear and with one slow steady long push she stuffed the dildo deep inside my arse. I let out a deep breath and relaxed my rear muscles. "Hmm this felt good" I thought to myself.

Vanessa started to fuck my arse in and out, building up to a steady fast pace. She had her hands gripping my arse cheeks and holding them apart, her long purple fingernails gripping into my skin. The girls cheered her on "Whoo hoo, you go girl!" and "Vanessa, Vanessa!"

Pete got up off the lounge, shimmied her shirt down and flicked it away. She was wearing no undies! Pete then lay down on her back and wiggled underneath me so that she and I were in the 69 position. Taking my rock hard cock into her mouth she started sucking in time with Vanessa's thrusting into my hole, and I began sliding my tongue over her silky smooth pussy lips. Slowly tongue fucking her, Pete let out little whimpers of pleasure as I began lapping up her juices and sliding more and more of my tongue deep into her hole. Moving up and clasping my lips around her clit, I felt Pete's hips rise up from the carpet and her body go into a mad shutter as her first orgasm swept through her body.

The feeling of Vanessa drubbing into my behind and Pete's delicate tongue swirling around my swollen head was too much, and within seconds I felt my balls tighten and my cock erupt, spewing jet after jet of my cum deep into my wife's throat.

As Vanessa, Pete and I collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion, I looked up to see the other girls in the room engaging in different acts of sex. Our action was so hot they could not help themselves. A couple of the girls had their eyes closed and were frantically fingering and rubbing their pussies, whilst Linda and Katrina were on the floor themselves in the 69 position pleasuring each other with their skillful tongues. 

It wasn't long before Pete and Vanessa had recovered and were horney again from what they were witnessing in front of them in the room.

"Hmmm you fucked my husband so well with that thing you're wearing there" Pete remarked enviously.

"Why thank you Peita, in fact I loved it myself, the feeling of power makes me so hot! In fact just before you guys came I could feel my own orgasm building inside me from giving him that fucking"

"Well I'd love it if you could fuck me like that" Pete demurely responded.

With that Vanessa rolled a condom over her strap on and positioned herself in front of my wife. Without hesitation or delicacy Vanessa thrust the large member into my wife's moistened hole.

Looking into my wife's eyes as she was getting hammered by another woman was such a turn on. Seeing the mix of pain and pleasure on her face with every thrust had my cock rock hard once again. Not to mention also the lesbian sex around the room!

With the moans of pleasure from all the women and my babies' first fuck from a girl I began slowly stroking my cock. "This is so hot" I thought to myself. After being fucked for about 15 minutes I could see Pete's body begin to quiver, she opened her eyes and looked into mine as the biggest orgasm I had ever seen Pete have whipped though her body, her hips bucking uncontrollably and all the time Vanessa continued to thrust and thrust and thrust! 

The rubbing of the strap on against Vanessa's pussy and the witnessing the wild orgasm Pete had just experienced sent Vanessa herself into her own orgasm. Climbing behind Vanessa I pinched and fondled her nipples through multiple orgasms as her strap on was burried deep inside Pete's cunt. 

Roughly pushing Vanessa to the side, I climbed on top of my wife; my throbbing cock ached to be in the warmth of her hole. Thrusting inside I immediately began at the pace Vanessa had left off. Determined to fuck my wife like never before I gripped her hips and hammered my cock hard and fast in and out, in and out. Looking deep into my wife's eyes, I shot my hot load inside her pussy. Feeling my cum fill inside her Pete went into her own orgasm, yelling and moaning loudly. 

Once again we collapsed onto the floor and kissed softly to the moans and sounds of pleasure as the other women in to room were brought to orgasm.

Later that night when everyone had gone home, and as Pete and I were cleaning up, she remarked, "So I bet your glad you stayed here and didn't go to the pub with the boys!" 

I just smiled and said, "You're dead", picked her up and carried her into the bedroom to continue our night of sex…. And try out a few of those sex toys she had purchased.



The Party



Last Thursday was my birthday and Jerry promised me a super surprise for the evening. It had been almost three months since I had last heard from Bob, you know, the one with the 10" monster dick. Well, to get to the point, Jerry took me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and as we were driving home our house was dark, and I began to think that the super surprise was the fancy dinner. No, not so! 

Jerry took me into the house and told me to go take a shower and get naked in bed while he made some arrangements. I did as I was told and could hardly contain my excitement waiting for my surprise. Shortly, I heard the front door opening and some whispering that I couldn't decipher. Then Jerry came into the room and gave me a blindfold to put over my eyes so that I couldn't see a thing. Then, he told me that he had invited three men to tease me and if I could identify just one of them I could have my surprise. 

I was told to lie on my back, spread my legs and be quiet while he inserted some KY jelly since what was to happen would be without foreplay. 

The first man came into the room and while holding my pussy lips open he began to rub his dick up and down my pussy lips while holding his weight on his hands to keep me from feeling his upper body for a hint of who it might be. Then he very slowly inserted his good sized dick into my pussy an inch or two at a time until our pubic bones were together. At that point I recognized his after shave lotion and knew that it was Dave our next door neighbor, but I needed some fucking so I kept saying I couldn't make out who it was until I had my first orgasm. Then I said, " This is probably Dave." Jerry said, " that's correct so you will get your surprise in a few minutes. Meanwhile Dave complained that he hadn't come yet, but Jerry was adamant and said, " no, we agreed to the rules, you have to stop now, but you'll get another chance later." 

Then the second man entered the room and he also slipped his even larger dick in an inch or so, but I had no idea myself who that was and as a result I got another few minutes of fucking and a couple more orgasms. Thankfully I am multi-orgasmic or I would have been finished for the night. I never found out who the second man was and Jerry has still not told me, although he said that it was someone I had fucked some weeks earlier. 

The third man entered the room and Jerry said, "this is your surprise, Cheryl, happy birthday." This man began to lick my pussy which was leaking the cum of the second man and making me mash my pussy against his face in enthusiasm. "Can I please take off the blindfold now since this is my surprise, I asked. Jerry said in a minute, but first you must identify him. The stranger raised up, lifted my ass off the bed and began to rub his enormous dick up and down and before I could catch my breath he had rammed the monster all the way home since I was already so wet and ready. 

I knew instantly that there weren't too many men with a tool that size so I said," this must be Bob" "Correct" said Jerry, " take off the blindfold." 

It was so good to see him again after three months that Jerry just sat and watched while the two of us went at it like newlyweds. I felt so full and stretched that I had at least a couple more orgasms before Bob shot his load and rolled off to rest. 

Then while Bob was resting Jerry let Dave back into the room to finish what he had started and in a few minutes he was shooting his load of cum deep in my vagina as well. After that, Dave and the other man left and Bob and I spent the night in bed with me in the middle between Jerry and Bob. 

In the morning Jerry informed me that my surprise was the airplane ticket he had sent Bob to get him to fly in from North Carolina especially for my birthday!! " How long can he stay?" I asked, and Jerry said "about a week" 

During the next few days my pussy got a workout morning and night until I was sore and ready for some rest when Bob finally had to go back north. 

The problem is this: Now Bob wants to give up his building lot in North Carolina and move to Tampa so that we can be together regularly. I like Bob's big dick, but I love my husband and I don't think I could do this on a regular basis and keep my marriage alive. Therefore, I told Bob that if he wanted to come down two or three times a year for a week at a time that would be fine, but not several times a week. This is my dilemma. I want it, but can't have both men all the time. Has anyone out there experienced such a catch 22?



The Party



The room is filled with people-- some dancing, others are just talking-- I am just standing there like a lost soul.  I notice you just as Marvin Gaye's song "Sexual Healing" started playing ---  I couldn't take my eyes off you.  Our eyes meet and your stare filled my body with longing and excitement.   I close my eyes for a second and you disappeared.  I looked around the room and see you making your way to me. 

You ask me to dance and before long we spend the night deep in conversation.  When the party's over, you walk me to my car.  But when I turned to ask you a question -- I found myself kissing you.  Your lips are incredibly soft-- almost like velvet.  Three slow soft kisses were all I need to send my mind racing.  Your eyes slowly open as I tear my mouth away from yours. I didn't want to stop kissing you.  I can feel your hand moving slowly up my thigh as we kiss again, this time our tongues touch.  I am so turned on that I could tear your cloths off right there -- in front of other party guests.  We walk toward a darkened street.  The darkness that surrounds us fills the air with anticipation.  We kiss again, neither of us can stop kissing, enjoying the feeling of our tongues as they touch.  The heat coming from our bodies nearly makes me lose control.  We back into a doorway as I whisper in your ear "I want you right here and now."  I don't care if it is in the middle of a crowded street; in my car or dark alley ---- I want you.

I can feel you harden as I press my body next to yours.  You unbutton my blouse and slowly slip off a bra strap.  I feel my nipples harden as I anticipate your touch.  I can feel the electricity conducted between your hand and my nipples.  I move my hand closer to your erection; I can feel your body jerk as I slide my hand in your pants.  I kneel in front of you; and as I look up into your eyes, I can see that you are surprised.  All I can think is that I want to take you in my mouth and use my tongue to tease your hardness.  I use my tongue to lick your shaft, you taste so good; I can't stop sucking your manhood.  I begin to use my tongue on your length; I take all of you in my mouth; I can feel you jerk again.  I know that you are close to cumming.  I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you.  I want your eyes, your mouth, your beautiful cock -  I want all of you.  

I continue to suck your dick faster as your hips move to the rhythm of my mouth.  Just as you are close to finishing, you grab me and force me up and against the doorway.  You lift my arms and pin them against the door, while you kiss my mouth, chin, and neck.  You rip my shirt open, and expose my breasts.  My nipples are hard and begging to be touched.  You bite my nipples, making me moan in unbelievable pleasure.  I can feel you reach for my skirt; you hand glides up my thigh and to your surprise find out that I am not wearing any panties.  You are surprised yet again, when you feel my wetness already dripping down my thighs.  You use your fingers to rub my lips; suddenly your fingers are inside me, feeling my heat.  You continue to slide your fingers in my pussy until they are dripping with my wet honey.  I beg you to rub my clit, and when you do -  I explode with another orgasm.

You kneel in front of me, and raise my skirt, suddenly not only do I feel your fingers but your tongue as well.  You use your tongue to bring me to another orgasm.  I cum in your mouth and I begin to feel dizzy with lust.  I can barely whisper that I want you.  I pull you away from my pussy and I move up the step by the doorway. I stand with my back to you, lifting my skirt so that you could enter me from behind.  You enter me slowly at first, but the frenzy we felt made me beg you to fuck me harder. You grab my hair and pull me closer to you.  You kiss me passionately as we fuck in the doorway.  With your free hand you play with my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples.  My moans echo throughout the darkened street.  You bend me over slightly so that I can take you in deeper.  Your thrusts quicken and your moans echo with mine - I know that you are almost there.  I ask you to stop, but you did not obey my request. As hard as it was for me I pulled myself away and I turned around, knelt in front of you, and began to suck your cock.  I take you in my mouth and use my tongue to bring you to an orgasm.  I feel your body tense up and suddenly I taste your orgasm.  I want time to stand still.  Suddenly we hear voices heading in our direction bringing us back to reality.  We quickly rearrange ourselves and walk back to my car.  Remembering the words you whispered in my ear "the night is not over" just as I get into my car.  I follow you to your apartment.



The Party



Man, married Bi-Curious seeks other similar men for daytime meetings.

The paper had been in my bag for a couple of days now and I’d only just picked up the courage to phone the number  advertised. It was a voicemail and the guy leaving the message sounded as nervous as I felt. He just left a number and his name, Pete. He asked that anyone calling should do so during the day because his wife would be out at work. This suited me fine because I was in a similar situation, I worked at home most days and my wife rarely got home from her job till 8pm.

I dialed the number and eventually the phone was answered by a business-like sounding voice.

“Oh hi,” my mouth felt dry from nerves, “can I speak to Pete please.”

“Speaking.”

“I, er I’m answering  your ad in Loot.”

“Oh right.” He didn’t seem too pleased to hear from me.

“Are you still looking for someone?”

“I’ve had a few calls.”

“Yeah, I suppose you must have. Very brave of you to put an ad in. I’ve thought about it often enough.”

“But never have huh?” his voice was beginning to sound slightly more friendly.

“No, but I’ve thought about it”

“Been with a man before?”

“No but I’ve thought about that too”

He laughed. “Me too. I’m pleased you’re in the same position as me. I’ve had a lot of calls from hard-core gays but you know, that’s not really what I’m looking for.”

“No – I know what you mean.” I was beginning to lighten up now too. I noticed that my palms were sticky with sweat.. “This is a bit hard for me, first time.”

“I understand. It’s hard for me too. What’s your name?”

“Dave.”

“Hi Dave, what do you want to talk about?”

“Well. Same thing as you I suppose.”

“What. That you sometimes think about sucking another guy’s cock.?”

This started me a little. “Yeah, something like that.”

“What else do you think about?” his voice had grown a bit softer. 

“Well,” my voice lowered even though no-one was listening to me apart from him. “I go to the gym a lot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And well, I sort of look out of the corner of my eye at the other guy’s cocks.”

“Does that give you a hard on?”

“I try not to let it. It’s kind of like a game I play with myself.”

“It’s giving me a hard on.”

“What - now?”

“Oh yeah. Do you mind if I take my cock out.”

“Not at all.” My own erection was beginning to rise.

“Shame there’s no video screen on our phones.”

“Yeah, that is a pity”

“So go on. What else do you do.”

“Well, I look at their cocks and imagine dropping to my knees and taking them in my mouth, sucking them dry. But then I have to stop because I begin to get a hard-on.”

“Not surprising.” His voice was sounding slightly shaky

“One day recently it got too much. I was looking at this guy’s cock in the shower. It was massive. I was watching the water  from the shower running down this big beautiful cock and I knew how a woman must feel when she sees something like that.”

“Mmmm.” 

 “So I went to the toilet cubicles, quickly with a towel wrapped round me 
because I couldn’t stop myself getting this raging hard on”

“And what did you do?”

“I took the towel off once I was in there so I was completely naked. And it felt really dirty. Know what I mean?’

Pete didn’t answer, I just heard his breath heavy on the other end of the line.

“I was standing there with a throbbing erection, loads of other guys on the other side of the door, I was stark naked  wanting more than anything to take that guy’s cock in my hands.. He was still in the shower but I imagined wanking him off while I rubbed my own cock. It didn’t take long till I shot so much cum over the floor I thought I’d never wipe it all up.”

“God, that’s got me so horny.”

“Me too.” I released the pressure that had begun bursting at my jeans. “What about you Pete, what do you do.”

“Well, I’ve never done anything physical you know, just fantasize.”

“Same as me really.”

“But something’s got me going lately. This guy phoned me up a couple of days ago, same sort of thing as us, married but wants to try sex with another man, doesn’t know where to start. He told me that he was planning a sort of daytime party. I wasn’t sure at first but when I considered it later, well I haven’t stopped wanking myself off thinking about it since.”

“Why, what sort of party was he talking about?” My cock was hard in my hands and I started stroking it slowly, it felt great talking to this stranger about our deepest and most guarded fantasies.

“Get this – he wants to get a few guys together like us, complete first timers, invite us round to his house one day when his wife’s out and put on a porn video. Then his idea is that we all  start watching the video and just start  masturbating, nothing more than that if no-one wants to, no pressure. Just the opportunity to see other guy’s cocks and to maybe feel one in your hand, you know, just wank each other off. It seemed a bit tame to me at first but like I said, the idea’s kind of grown on me.” 

“God, I’d go. How do you get an invite.”

“He’s calling me next week. Do you want to come with me?”

“I’d love to.” I hoped my voice didn’t sound as nervous as I felt

We arranged that he’d call me as soon as he had some news and I finished the conversation so that I could attend to myself better, I had a feeling that he had cum as we were talking. As soon as I put the phone down I ripped off my clothes and lay on the couch stroking my cock. The idea of seeing a few other men doing the same thing soon pushed me over the edge and I exploded with an unusual force, some of it reaching as high as my chest. I looked down and imagined it was another man’s cum that was covering me and started stroking all over again…

The next few days I experienced the same thing that Pete had. The idea of the party was so vivid in my mind now that It filled every fantasy that I had and my cock was beginning to ache with over-use. I didn’t really expect it to happen but the idea was getting me really horny. I wasn’t even really sure if I’d have the courage to go if I ever heard from Pete again.

He did eventually did call me a few weeks later just as I was forgetting the whole idea. As soon as I heard his voice on the other end of the line though, my cock was hard with the thought again. The good news was that the guy who’s name was Dean had arranged for four of us to meet at his house the next Tuesday at 11. a.m. when his wife would be away at work. There were rules: Everyone had to have no other first-hand experience, must be bisexual, preferably married (for security reasons apparently) must arrive freshly showered and carrying condoms incase things went further. Pete admitted to me that now that the day was set he was a bit nervous. I felt the same so we agreed to meet each other first before we went to this Dean’s house.

At 10.45 I met Pete at the station. We’d arranged to be wearing certain clothes so that we’d spot each other. He was in his early thirties, maybe a year or two younger than me, had longish dark hair, was slim and had an easy smile. We hit it off immediately which made the long awaited, part dreaded Journey to Dean’s house a little easier. We didn’t talk about our mission on the journey, it seemed too sensitive a subject and I think that we could easily have talked ourselves out of it..

Dean lived in the usual suburban semi down a tree-lined road. He answered the door wearing a bathrobe and quickly ushered us in. He was  in his early-forties with graying hair, tall and muscular looking.

We introduced ourselves as he led us to his living room which was curtained with a few candles burning, giving it a nighttime feel. Already there were two other guys in the room, I could make out a young guy of about twenty-one with shoulder length blonde hair and a girlish face sitting in the corner  and an older looking man, probably in his Fifties on another couch. He smiled at me as we entered Everyone seemed nervous as Hell and the atmosphere in the room was electric with anticipation. The older guy was sipping nervously at a can of beer. Dean offered Pete and myself one but we both declined. There was one couch left empty so we sat next to each other on it.

“O.K.” Dean smiled, “I think we’re all here now so if no-one minds, I’m going to start the video.” He hit the remote, then did something that  I think surprised us all, he stood in the middle of the room in his bathrobe, loosened the tie and let it fall to the floor, revealing a taut, muscular body.. His  semi-erect cock was thick and massive, it quickly filled to a full ten inches as it pumped and bobbed in front of our hungry eyes. I heard Pete groan next to me and saw him rub at the fly of his jeans. On the T.V. screen a young man had started licking at the cock of a much older guy who was in turn sucking on the cock of the young man’s friend. This was the first time I’d ever seen a Gay video but my eyes had better things to feast on. Dean  sat down next to the older guy and started stroking his massive cock as he watched the flickering t.v. screen. The  guy nervously undid his fly and released his erection, which he too started to rub, all the while watching Dean’s cock-head disappearing in and out of his hand. I looked over to the young man who’s eyes were fixed on this spectacle. I couldn’t wait to see his cock but he kept it in his pants for now. Pete was breathing heavily next to me and I saw that he was still rubbing at the large lump in his jeans. My own cock was aching for release so I figured, why not. It felt strange to be doing this, so dirty. I unbuttoned my fly and let it free. My erection sprang to attention and felt so exposed in the air of the room. I savoured the feeling for a while, having other men’s eyes feasting on my rigid cock. Pete’s eyes were fixed on it as he rubbed at his jeans. I was aching for release but still I let it stand there as I watched the two guys on the sofa opposite me wanking slowly. The young man’s cock still remained in his pants and I knew that everyone in the room couldn’t wait to see it.. I slowly started to stroke my cock. Pete now scrabbled at the buttons of his jeans, pulled them down around his ankles, unbuttoned his shirt and showed me his erect cock. It glistened at the head as it at last bobbed freely over his naked stomach. It looked so good, so close to me. I quickly did the same thing, pulling off my t-shirt and pulling down my jeans , Hell why not, I kicked off my shoes and socks and pulled my pants off completely so that I was now completely naked. It felt glorious and I could feel the mute approval of five pairs of eyes as I stood up to kick away my discarded clothes.

“You’ve got a nice cock, Dave,” Pete looked up at me as he masturbated, 

“Can I feel it?”

“Oh yeah,” I stayed standing and moved in closer to him. He tentatively took my cock in his hands and slowly stroked it. 

“That feels fucking amazing,” he gasped, “ I love feeling your cock. How’s it feel for you.”

“Fucking great.” I saw that our audience were rapt with attention, the  older guy with his cock still in his hand and Dean naked with his huge veiny erection standing free and inviting. The young guy was behind me so I couldn’t see him but hoped he was enjoying the view of my naked arse.
I couldn’t take my eyes from Dean’s huge cock and as Pete stroked both of our cocks he said to me, “can you imagine taking that monster in your mouth?”

“God yeah.”

“Do you think he’d mind?”

“Why don’t you ask him”

Pete stood and for a moment our two cocks touched each other. It felt electric. I followed him over to where Dean and the older guy were sitting, feeling their eyes on us every step of the way.

“Dean, I’d really like to suck you off,” Pete’s voice sounded nervous.

“Be my guest,” Dean lay back and watched as Pete knelt on the floor and took his massive cock in his hands, he then started licking up and down the shaft and Dean closed his eyes in pleasure.

All of us other guys in the room watched transfixed as Pete ran his tongue over Dean’s glistening cock-head then engulfed it in his mouth. The  older guy seemed to have lost some of his inhibitions and started undressing as he watched. I enjoyed seeing his hard cock now free from his hand as he fumbled with his clothes. Pete and Dean were going crazy but I wanted to feel cock in my hands. I looked across at the young blonde guy but he seemed to be out of the picture at the moment, transfixed with what was going on but still fully clothed.

“Do you mind if I touch you?” I asked the older looking guy. He had a skinny body covered in wiry hair. His cock looked deliciously hard as he stood up and stepped tentatively  towards me. I took it in my hand and felt the heat of another man for the first time. The skin felt so soft as I stroked it but it was hard and heavy, bursting to cum. He groaned with pleasure and I dropped to my knees so that it was in front of my face. I could smell the musk from his balls I was so close as I rubbed and caressed it. This felt great. I looked across to Dean and Pete who now stood up to join us. As soon as he was close enough I reached out and grabbed Dean’s massive erection, still wet from Pete’s saliva, savouring the feeling of having a hot cock in each hand. I pulled them towards each other and looked up at the two cocks above my face. I pumped them both for a while and then tentatively licked the head of each one with my tongue. They both tasted slightly salty with the tantalizing odour of the cum that was building up to explode out of them. Dean groaned with pleasure as their cockheads  touched and I looked up at them, feeling like one of the cum-hungry female sluts I so liked to watch on porn videos. I felt something brushing my back and looked round to see that the young blonde guy had at last joined us and was standing there next to Pete who couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“Let me have a go,” his voice was almost a whisper, pleading,  “I want to suck all of your cocks.”

I stood up to let him take over .

“Please, take off my jeans first,” he asked me, “carefully –you’ll see why.”

I positioned myself behind him and slowly pulled down his baggy jeans to reveal that he was wearing a pair of woman’s cream coloured silk panties and white stockings complete with a suspender belt. 

“They’re my girlfriend’s,” he blushed, “I hope you like them.”

Pete whistled softly, “wow, that looks so hot.”

I felt the same way, the young guy almost looked like a girl with his pale soft skin and long hair. I wanted to cover him with cum . 

He dropped to his knees and we stood in a circle around him, all of us naked, our erect penises pointing at him, ready to be sucked. I rubbed my cock as I watched him start on Pete, taking him deep into his throat, obviously enjoying every inch. Then it was Dean’s turn, the huge cock was taken down all the way and serviced with a swirling tongue. Dean must have been on the edge, he groaned and I saw his legs buckle, then spasm as he shot his sperm into the young man’s eager mouth. He sucked and almost gagged as he tried to swallow it all but Dean had filled him with so much cum that it dribbled down his face. Dean quickly picked him off the floor and almost carried him to the sofa where we could all get a better go at him, the older guy quickly stuffed his engorged cock between those pretty lips and the rest of us stood over them both masturbating, waiting our turn. 

Dean meanwhile had stroked his cock back up to a full erection, covered it with a condom and was hurriedly slapping KY jelly over it. “Pull your legs up kid, I want to fuck you,” he growled.

The young man eagerly lifted his stocking clad legs while the other guy fucked his mouth and Dean pulled down the boy’s panties, revealing his smooth, hard cock. He’d shaved his pubic hair off for the occasion and my cock was close to exploding at the sight. I didn’t dare touch myself anymore incase I came too soon. The old guy suddenly let out a yell and removed his cock from the young man’s mouth then exploded in a shower of cum over his face. The boy licked his lips and looked at Pete and me for his next taste of cock. We closed around his face and Pete grabbed hold of my cock and started wanking it over his cum-covered face, by this time Dean had started pushing his enormous rod at the young man’s smooth tight arse . It took a while and the boy screamed in pain when he eventually got it in. Dean stopped, looking a bit nervous but he cried, “No, don’t stop, fuck me, please fuck me.” My cock was hovering inches from his lips with Pete’s hand gently wanking it.. The sight below me was too much,  I felt my balls tighten and at last felt the surge of cum shoot up the shaft and spray over the young guy’s face and hair as his head bobbed from the rhythm of Dean’s thrusts.. He smiled up at me and groaned with pleasure at the feeling of Dean’s cock inside him. Dean was pumping hard now and grunting as he fucked the boy and my knees gave way with pleasure as the last shot of cum left my cock. Pete let go and guided his own throbbing cock towards the waiting mouth but I wanted it too. I sank to the floor and shared it with him, both licking it and sucking it until I took it fully in my mouth, sucking on it greedily as Pete moved in and out, watching the young guy  enjoying getting his arse ripped by Dean. It wasn’t long before I felt the rush of cum up his shaft and I left his cock deep in my mouth, swallowing the hot spurts as he groaned and shivered with the pleasure of release.

Dean was stroking the boy’s cock as he slowly fucked him, covered with the cum of two men and fully enjoying being our slut, it didn’t take long before he came over his own stomach, quickly followed by Dean who shuddered as he ripped the condom off and sprayed across his white stockinged legs.

We all collapsed to the floor or the sofas and looked at each other, all probably feeling satiated but a little strange after our first gay experience. I could taste Pete’s cum in my mouth and my cock was getting hard again, I knew one thing for sure , I’d definitely be going to Dean’s next daytime party.


does anyone living in London want to live out this fantasy with me?



The Party



I could smell my sweet Catherine’s scent as I opened the car door for her. My heart raced and she looked straight into my eyes and then at the growing bulge in my slacks. She had a simple white cotton blouse on, my collar pleasingly displayed around her neck. I took in her beauty as she swung her legs out of the car. She had a black leather skirt on that barely covered her pretty plump ass. I took her form all in as she straightened her skirt and started to walk towards the party inside. From her wavy hair down past her curves to her legs she pleased me. I owned a beautiful slave indeed.

At the door I clipped her leash onto the collar. She smiled proudly and I leaned in and kissed her soft cheek as I rang the bell.

“You are beautiful as always my sweet pet.”

“Thank you my Master.” She smiled.

Denise and John, our hosts for the play party that night, answered the door together. John and I had been friends for years and I had helped him take his basement and build it into a play dungeon. John and Denise were good for the local BDSM community. They took young dominants and submissives under their wing and helped teach them what a D/s relationship could be like if you worked hard enough. Catherine and I helped in any way we could. On this particular night there was a new submissive to the club named Ashley. It was going to be her first experience with a flogger and Denise asked if I would be the first for her, and I had agreed. Catherine and I made our way down to the basement while John and Denise went off to the kitchen for more snacks.

In the center of the room, as we walked down the stairs, we saw a Dom named Thomas with his slave Elizabeth draped across his big lap. He had a padded deerskin glove on his hand and was giving her quite an intense spanking. I could hear Catherine moan as she took in the sight.

“Master, it has been a while since you pleasured yourself with your glove on my bottom.” Catherine whispered to me as we came down the last step.

“You must have been reading my mind, my lover.” I said to her with a wicked smile on my face. It was true, I was already thinking of doing that same thing when we got home from the party. We both sat down and watched as Thomas stroked his hand down hard on his slave’s ass. We both heard her moans of pleasure and came closer to each other to enjoy it.

A few minutes later Denise motioned to me that all was set. Catherine got up to go help set up the scene. John led Ashley to the center of the room and stopped her under a large beam with a pulley attached. From the pulley hung both ends of a chain. Catherine and Denise each put an ankle cuff and a wrist cuff on the young woman and attached her wrists to the chain. John took a spreader bar and attached it to her ankle cuffs. When everyone was satisfied everything was safe Catherine tied a red silk scarf across Ashley’s eyes. She then whispered something softly into Ashley’s ear and kissed her cheek softly before removing her robe.

I walked over at that point and Catherine helped me off with my shirt. She handed me a black flogger made of soft leather. I wrapped the suede strap around my wrist.

“Ashley, are you ready for this?” I said softly to her.

“Yes sir. I am ready.”

“Catherine and Denise are hear for you, you understand that right?”

“Yes sir.”

I started to run the tethers of the flogger across her shoulders and down her back. Goose bumps popped up immediately on her skin and she moaned as the flogger drifted further down. 

“Remember Ashley, if you need your safe word use it. Don’t try to be a perfect submissive the first time out. Promise me.”

“I promise sir. I promise.” Her voice was now shallow as I continued teasing her back and bottom with the flogger.

I stepped back and stood beside her. Taking a good but relaxed grip on the handle I stroked across Ashley’s shoulders with the leather. It made a loud sound as it touched her skin and she jumped. I stroked it again, harder this time. She jumped again. Once more I came across her shoulders with more intensity. Ashley let out a loud moan and started to relax a little. Catherine reached out and touched Ashley’s cheek as I came across even harder against her shoulders. Everyone in the big room had stopped what they were doing and watched.

Ashley’s shoulders were starting to turn pink and I stepped back and looked at my Catherine. I then started to stroke the young woman’s shoulders hard, not with brute force but with intensity. The strokes became louder and louder as the soft leather hit her skin. Catherine again leaned over and kissed Ashley on the cheek. She moaned even louder. My strikes were now turning her shoulders very red. Again and again with each stroke she was moaning, almost wiggling her ass at me, as if to tell me where she wanted the flogger to strike next.

I let it get very intense for a few moments, striking her and watching for signs that she was okay. By the time I started to slow down Ashley was perfectly relaxed, as if in another state of mind.

When I had stopped I reached over and caressed her shoulders and felt the heat the leather had left. She moaned in pure pleasure at my touch and Catherine reached out and caressed her breasts softly with her hands. I let my hand drift down towards her almost perfect ass. Going down one side I reached the top of her right thigh and moved it up and over and I could feel the heat emulating from her sex. She pushed back wanting me to touch her there but I did not. Instead, I stepped back once again and slapped the flogger across her ass. And, not as gently as I had her shoulders. Once again she jumped and pushed her ass back towards me. 

Catherine took a small stool and put it directly in front of Ashley and sat down. Her breasts were now mouth level to my slave. As I started to stroke harder and harder across Ashley’s bottom my Catherine started to twist her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Then she would stop and kiss them, all the time me stroking harder and harder each time across her ass. Ashley started to scream even more. Catherine whispered in her ear again and then drifted down with her mouth and kissed the girl’s nipples. 

When I was totally exhausted and knew that Ashley had had enough her first time I slowed down and finally stopped. There was no sound in the room but her breathing. Catherine got up slowly off of the stool and walked around behind her. I in the meantime was caressing her hot ass and she was moaning uncontrollably. Catherine sat down and took my place caressing her. Then, she moved in and kissed Ashley’s soaking wet pussy. Ashley started to cry as my slave made love to her with her mouth. Between Catherine’s soft hands on her ass and her kisses to her clit Ashley started to shake. Catherine spread her swollen labia and stroked the girl’s clit with her tongue. Ashley shook and screamed as her orgasm overtook her. 

Waiting a few short moments for her to come down the four of us undid her bonds. Catherine wrapped her back in her robe and took her to a corner sofa and held her for a few minutes before taking her and bathing her. Little did any of us know that this wouldn’t be the last encounter we would have with Ashley.



The Party



She had been invited to a party. Correction, she had been told that she was to attend a party. It was all part of a bet that had taken place the previous week. They had been discussing fantasies and both had expressed a wish to spend an evening under the spell of the others whims and wishes. Partly to see what each person would come up with, partly to see how far each partner would go before one or the other called a halt.

It was agreed that he would call the shots first and so it was agreed that tonight was the night. And now he had told her that they were going to a party. It was being hosted by someone she knew nothing about, and as far as she was aware, she would know nobody there. 

She dressed in a dark blue two piece outfit made of silk. The skirt was shortish and flared, the blouse buttoned up the front and had long sleeves. She put on her highest heels, her most expensive perfume, and when she looked in the mirror, she was pleased with what she saw.

He picked her up at 9 pm and they drove for 90 minutes to a remote town. Now she was sure that she would know no-one. Upon entering the house her thoughts were confirmed. It was a large house, and the party was spread through several rooms. There must have been well over 100 people there. Her partner seemed to know the host but very few others.

They both sat and had a few drinks to loosen up. Eventually, he took her drink from her hands, placed it on the table and told her that he now expected her to follow his every wish. She nodded silently.

he led her into the next room where people were dancing. The music was slow and the lights were low. He held her close as they moved to the rhythm. His hands moved across her back and his lips grazed her neck. Then he began to whisper to her. he told her that he was going to leave her in this room for precisely one hour. She was to stand or sit alone, watching the dancing. Should anyone ask her to dance, she was to say yes. She should not dance with any one man for more than 10 minutes, and she should not leave the room under any circumstances. However should her dancing partners' hands start to wander, she should let them do whatever they wish. At the end of the hour she must leave the room and come and find him at the bar.

With that, he turned and walked out. She walked to the side of the room and looked around. Within 5 minutes she was dancing, her shoulders being gently caressed by man she had never met. After 20 minutes, she was with partner number 3, swallowing silently, as his hands crept lower and lower.

One hour later, she walked into the bar area and sat beside him in a secluded corner. He just smiled and waited. She realised he wanted her to tell him what had happened, so she told him. In intricate detail.

When she finished, he pulled her onto his chair, and began to kiss her frantically. His hands groped her breasts and disappeared under her skirt. It happened so fast that she never had time to even consider anyone else in the room. She kissed him back hard, and her legs parted to allow him access. As his hand swept across the front of her panties, he noticed that they were wet ..... very wet. She blushed as she realised, which brought the evil smile back to his lips. She shuddered involuntarily.

He removed his hands, sat her back on her own chair, then told her to go to the rest-room and remove all of her underwear. She stared at him for a minute or two, then without a word, got up and departed.

When she returned 5 minutes later, she found him in exactly the same position. She handed him the required garments, which he placed in his pocket. He then told her to go back and dance; same rules to apply.

One hour later when she returned, she looked extremely flustered. Her hair was disheveled, another two buttons were undone on her blouse, showing the tops of her breasts. Her skin was slick with sweat and her nipples protruded through the thin material.

He again just looked at her. This time, she simply said .... "Please,...just take me out of here and fuck me. Right now!!"

He said nothing, but stood, smiled and took her hand. He led her out into the hall and then up the stairs. He marched her through all the people stood in the hallway and into a bedroom. He closed the door, pushed her up against it, unzipped himself and proceeded to fuck her brutally against the cold wood of the door itself. As he thrust hard into her, the door shook in its frame, and she cried out passionately. They carried on in this fashion until they both came furiously.

He then pulled out of her, zipped himself back up, stepped back, and told her to wait outside while he cleaned himself up. As she walked out, he leaned back and smiled to himself, as he imagined her out there, facing people who would have heard everything, standing semi-clothed, thighs glistening, breasts heaving...... he laughed quietly and decided to take his time cleaning up.



The Party



1: Entrance-The ballroom 

As I enter the room, I am first struck by its immense size. The broad stares lead down on to a expansive floor which stretches Hundreds of yards. The open areas are broken only by the symmetrically placed pillars which stretch up into arches across the vaulted ceiling. Broad plate glass doors and windows form the outside wall on two sides, leading out on to an expanse of concrete and then grass. The remaining walls hold towering murals depicting epic battles of armies and dragons. A magnificent chandelier hangs down from the ceiling with crystal shards of light dancing from the lit candles

I then begin to notice the people. Like myself they are all arrayed in fancy dress and period costumes. 

The men are dressed in smart cotton and velvet jackets and waist coats. White frilled shirts accentuate the more dower colored and loosely hung ties and shashes. The masks are understated, yet conceal facial features and provide anonymity.

The women are arrayed in flowing gowns as wide and varied as flakes of snow in a storm. Their costumes are more elaborate then the men, and more colorful. The masks too are more detailed and ornate, covering not only eyes and cheeks, but also lips and hair with plume feathers and vibrant colors. As if in contrast, the bodices are plunging and elegant, revealing tantalizing glimpses of paler flesh tones arrayed as if on display.

I am self conscious as I review my own raiment. A simple deep red velvet cloak drapes down from my shoulders covering a form fitting jacket, waist coat and pants of the same material. A single black pendant clasps an indigo handkerchief in my lapel pocket. My cotton shirt is a lighter pinkish white color with a colorful and flowing tie hanging down my chest. I am grateful that the dark mask covers my eyes and nose. My hair is trim short and slicked back and my face is clean shaven to further conceal my identity.

There is music in the air. It is strong and elegant and carries well amongst the laughter and conversations. I am amazed at the number of people attending tonight. I move further into the room and over to a railed balcony overlooking the main hall. From here, I begin to see patterns forming in the crowd below. Many of the patrons have broken off into clusters, usually centered on some group or person. It is a show, within a show.

I begin to make my way down to the main floor now. I am intrigued by the complex interplay of the people and want to be closer. As I move I pick up bits of conversation, yet not enough to decern any real meaning. The groups continue to swell and flow to the sound of the music. In one group an attractive woman relates a tantalizing story to the men prostrated around her, hanging on her every bated breath. In another, a young couple are talking spiritedly about some exploration or another that they have shared., the crowd making cooing sounds at the peaks and curves of the tale.

Off in the corners, I see several quieter conversations taking place. Men and women talking more intimately about their private lives. Stolen glances are exchanged, and passions lit amongst strangers and lovers alike. I find myself drawn to these more intimate moments, listening to the words spoken in hopes of catching some of the intensity there. Still I move on.

Sparkling champagne is served in tall crystal glasses by a wait staff which moves seemlessly through the crowd. They dance amongst the rhythm of the party as if they are ghosts or fairies capable of alighting and the disappearing at a moments notice. As one passes, I collect a glass and drink deeply of the bubbly liquid. I feel a rush through my entire body as the alcohol courses through my veins. I decide that smaller sips would be wise, or I may lose control.

As the evening moves on, the music changes subtly. The tempo slows and the deeper baritones resonate throughout the hall. The groups begin to break down into smaller and smaller numbers. Eventually I begin to see that the crowd is thinning out. The doors on one wall open revealing a long hall, leading to other chambers within the house. The thought of exploring the insides, probing deeper into the darkness intrigues me, but the champagne has begun to cloud me, so I decide to get some air.

It is growing evening as I approach the glass doors. The stars are out and can be seen clearly above the tree tops at the edge of the clearing surrounding the house. The doors are thrust wide to allow entrance and exit to all at the party. As I move on to the concrete terrace, people mingle around me. I gaze up into the warm open sky and allow myself to be engulfed by it for a moment, lost in its vastness. And then I notice her.

She is standing away from the crowd, and off to the left. Her back is too me and her hand rests against an iron rail which separates the upper deck from some steps down to the grass lawn. Her dress is long and flowing, yet simple and understated. Her long dark hair is wrapped tight and held firm to her head. The moonlight accentuates her curves, and the fabric of her gown shimmers making her appear to be a goddess or apparition out of some dream. The stars cast a bluish light on her pale neck and revealed shoulders.

As I stand there, awed, she speaks to me, as if she has always know that I was there. “Beautiful isn’t it?”. Her voice is deep and crisp. She speaks with an accent which I don’t fully fathom, yet it entices me. “The sky, I mean” she says without turning. I must agree on both counts.

As I look around, no one else seems to have heard her and somehow I know that her words were meant for me alone. I stand there for long moments wondering if I have dreamed the voice, or if the alcohol has finally taken hold. “Yes.” I venture, not daring to hope that she will be real. 

“I can sometimes lose myself in it’s embrace.” she says as I take a step closer to her. I see that the others around us have not heard my words either. Too my eyes, they seem to be moving in slow motion. Their words and conversations lower to a soft din and then fall distant. “I just love the night sky.” her voice surrounding me and carrying me away to the deep dark places of the night. 

“Come, stand with me, and I shall reveal its wonders to you.” I approach and stand at her side next to the railing. I am enthralled by night and her closeness, the world seems to melt away and leave nothing but the dark and the stars far away.

I turn to her, and she to me. Each one of us has our masks perfectly in place, yet somehow we know one another. Her black velvet mask covers her eyes and curves down one cheek, as if to hide a tear. She smiles at me, and I want it to last for ever. Almost in answer to my thoughts she says “It doesn’t last long enough you know. The night, I mean.”

“And the party?” I respond

“And the party.” She reaches out and takes my hand in hers and looks up into my eyes. My other hand falls to her cheek and I caress it softly. Although her skin cold to the touch, our contact seems charged with warmth and passion. My hand glides down her face to her exposed neck. She steps in to my hand as I caress down further, brushing against the silk of her dress, and the prize hidden inside.

Our stare turns almost uncomfortably intense as we touch. Then suddenly, her gaze turns cruel, as if drawn to some passion unknown to me. Just as suddenly, the moment is gone. She turns her back to me and looks away as a soft sigh escapes from her perfect lips. When her face turns to shadow, I catch a glimpse of sadness in her eyes.

I step closer, overwhelmed by the desire to comfort this troubled stranger. My arms enfold her and I pull her up close to my body. The long velvet cloak which I wear drapes down melting our two forms into one. “It’s all right” I whisper so softly that I almost don’t hear myself, yet she hears. I can feel her body relax at the sound of my voice as she warms to the embrace.

I stand there exalting in the wonderful smells of her body, and the electric closeness of our forms. Her hand, slowly caresses my arms as they enfold her. Her soft breathing is music to my ears. She turns again to face me, but this time she buries her face in my shoulder. She untangles her arms from mine, and wraps them around my torso and pulls me closer still. Her full bosoms press against my chest, and she takes a step in so that her legs intertwine mine.

Her body, pressed in hard against mine seems to grow in warmth as we embrace. I stand there struggling against the beating of my own heart hoping that I might feel hers. Her lips begin to caress my neck and ear. Unconsciously, I begin to run my hands up and down her back and neck. 

Before I know what I am doing, I feel the luscious curve of her ass in my open and questing grasp. I pull her in tighter still as I begin to feel a tingle deep in my loins. I want her to feel the mounting arousal that she has caused and yet I am embarrassed at the same moment.

Her hands also roam over my body. Her tongue licks on my neck and I can feel the hard prickle of her teeth. I turn my face into hers and we kiss. Our tongues each explore the other as our hands did. I taste the sweet taste of champagne on her lips mixed with another taste which I can not identify. She grips my hair hard and holds me in tight to the kiss.

I run my fingers up her neck and attempt too entangle them in her long beautiful locks. I find only immaculately held styling. I then move back down her body where my questing fingers find their way down the small of her back and between the perfectly formed curves of her ass. Through the soft silk material, I can feel a dampness growing. She grinds the dampness up against my stiffening cock.

In my passion, I begin to seek stronger purchase to lean against. I lean her back against the iron railing and we press closer still. As I look her up and down, I notice that our wrestling has left both of us disheveled. Her strapless dress has slid down revealing one of her firm and erect nipples. I kneel at her front and begin to kiss and caress the full round globe in front of my face, paying special attention to the extended button at the end. My hands caress her calves and thighs through her dress. They stray up the slit of her skirt and towards her inner thigh.

When I reach her wetness again, she stops me. I stand again as she recovers her exposed bosom and straightens her dress and hair. We close again in a tight embrace, both yearning for more, yet fighting our passions. I am not sure how long we stand like that, locked in each other’s arms. As we disentangle ourselves, it seems the party has moved on a pace.


2: Shifting images

The night has definitely taken on a more surrealistic point of view. My companion lightly takes my hand in her firm grasp and I follow her lead as we begins to move back into the hall. As we move, I observe that time has resumed it normal pace and a new dynamic is unfolding around me.

I no longer recognize the people as they dance slowly around us. The costumes have changed in subtle ways. I notice that, in the spring air, the men have shed their cloaks and vest jackets, leaving themselves in shirt sleeves and pants. Masks still remain and identities stay hidden.

The women, also have shed some of the heavier layers of their fancy dresses. Petticoats have been removed revealing exposed shoulders and low cut bust lines adorned with elaborate jewelry and fabulous gemstones. Hair clips have been loosened to allow long flowing locks to drape down on shoulders and across cheeks. As with the men, the masks still remain firmly affixed.

A third group of figures has entered the throng. They are shrouded in deep heavy cloaks which cover face and body. Their movements are lithe and elegant as they insinuate themselves into each gathering, in some cases on the outskirts and in other cases more deeply inside. their introduction into the groups seems to have gone largely unnoticed.

The music has also changed. The melodies have taken on a more haunting refrain and the tempo has become more even and rhythmic, like a heart beat. The emotions that are stirred are more primal and elusive. 

We are moving back across the marble floor of the ball room now unobserved as if we are ghosts. Couples and trios have begun to dance to the eerie music. I observe more open displays of affection amongst men and women than I noticed earlier in the evening. I pause to watch as one couple rub their bodies against each other. His hands openly exploring her body while a crowd observes. Where ever he touches, he receives a satisfying response from his companion. As the show builds, several more people move past us as if we weren’t there. They stop directly between us and the couple and block my view.

“Come, there are much better vantage points.” my mistress whispers in my ear. Her firm hand again guides me as we make for the stairs leading back up to the main entrance. We pass several more groups falling victim too their passions and the alcohol before we reach the broad staircase. With my lady firmly in the lead we begin to mount the steps.

I fear that I may also be succumbing to whatever spell has been lain on the party as my vision is consumed again by my companion. My eyes wander from the curves of her white neck, down the ridges of he spine and across her exposed alabaster shoulders. From there, I trace the line of her body under the silk of her dress down to the small of her back and the curve of her hips. I notice that with each mounting step, the tight fitting skirt pulls up and gives me a ghostly outline of her thigh. The sight is stimulating and arousing.

As we reach the top landing, I am drawn to a balcony which stretches around the outside wall. Several doors are set into the wall leading to inner chambers. I can see that groups of people are gathered here looking down on to the main floor. As we move along the balcony, people seem to part through the normal course of their movements. and we again pass unobserved. We round the room until we reach a point where an outcropping on the ledge offers a full view of the exposed floor below.

Sitting on a pedestal are two full glasses of the bubbling champagne. It is not until now that I realize that I have not seen any of the waiters since the terrace. I look down on to the main floor in search for them, but only see the guests and the robed figures. I collect one of the glasses as she collects the other. We both drink deeply as the drama begins to unfold beneath us.

My eyes quickly spot the couple from before. Their movements have become slower and more deliberate as she begins to caress his body. She as already managed to pull his shirt free of the confines of his belt and pants. The shirt also hangs loose at the collar and her mouth and tongue are kissing and licking around his neck, while her hands range under the white fabric. As the group surrounding them watch, several of the viewers have started kissing each other and doing some exploring of their own.

Turning only slightly, I notice another gathering. This time there are two men and one woman at the center. The woman dances and sways to the beat of the music as both men strip to the waist. They then start rubbing their hands and muscled arms and chests against her body. One of the men caresses her arms and coaxes them up above her head as the other man moves in from behind and caresses her back and neck with his mouth. His hands stray down to the jewels and her bosoms and she jerks slightly as if his touch is electric to her. Both men step in sync to press against her and sway with the gyrations of her pelvis.

My mistress touches me lightly as if to draw my attention. The smell of her perfume and the closeness of her body is distracting as I try and focus on what she is pointing out to me. Her creamy hand directs me toward a larger group surrounding a single woman. 

The woman is tall and striking in appearance. Her flaming red hair flows loosely around her shoulders as she sways to the music. Dangling down from her neck, and between two athletically round exposed breasts is the largest red sapphire diamond that I have ever seen. It sways in counterpoint to her uncovered belly. Her creamy white thighs move in and out to the sound of the music and offer tantalizing glimpses of her shaven pussy. Her long legs stretch for an eternity down to her delicate bare feet. Lying on the floor next to her is the rest of her elegant gown and costume. All, that is, with the exception of her colorfully plumed mask which she still wears.

This sight along with the many others I have seen this evening have caused me to become uncomfortably aroused. I try to unobtrusively shift my position so that my discomfort is not readily noticeable through the velvet of my trousers. My companion, obviously drawn to my change of position steps closer. This does nothing to alleviate my current and mounting condition. “Do you like what you see?” she coos softly.

Slowly she turns away from me and takes a step back up against my body. I feel her hand run up the full length of my own erection.. Embarrassed, I look down but notice that my cloak now mostly covers her body as well. While we both stand and watch the red head dance, her hand caresses the ever hardening shaft of my penis through my clothing. We continue to observe the crowd below for several minutes as she strokes me. Then, with deft hands, she unclasps my belt and runs her hand into my pants. She grabs the head of my cock and continues stroking me.

At this sudden and intimate intrusion, I summon my strength and take a step back from her. In the shadows of my cloak, I rebutton my pants and belt against my straining member as it yearns for release. I notice that as she reaches again for her glass, that her hand is wet from my lubrications. When she sips her glass, she sucks her fingers clean and smiles. She then points again down to the floor to draw my attention to a new site.

Almost directly across from the naked woman, a man dances to the delight of his own audience. He wears a dark mask covering his face and nose. His long dark hair is pinned back in a pony tail which dangles half way down his broad shoulders. His exposed chest ripples with muscles as he sways extravagantly to the beat of the music. His abdomen muscles allow his body great maneuverability which he puts to almost poetic use as he moves. His powerful thigh muscles flex shifting his weight back and forth to the music. 

I hear a soft gasp from my companion as she obviously notices the man. Her eyes travel up and down his naked body as she tries to take in the sight. A second, deeper gasp escapes as she takes in the heavily laden member which swings freely from side to side between his legs. She is apparently not alone in her appreciation of his stature in this department as the majority of his crowd are ladies.

Two of the women, having had enough of watching, approach the man. As he takes one in each arm, they begin to sway to the music. He takes turns kissing each one as their hands roam over his sweating torso and down past his waist. Their questing finger find their target at the same moment, causing the shaft to extend further as if to accommodate both competing parties.

At just that moment, a loud gong sounds and several of the lights around the room are extinguished. A hush falls over the party goers as even the music dies away to a dead silence. In the remaining light, I see that the robed figures scattered around the room now seem to form a rough circle with the muscled man and the red headed woman equidistant from the center. I turn to my companion to inquire what is happening, but my only answer is to watch

.  
3: The Dance

As the crowd falls away, the robed figures close in the circle, preventing anyone from approaching the couple. In the distance I hear a faint drum beat which grows in strength with each strike. The beat is slow and steady. Several torches are lit on the pillars around the center of the room causing eerie shadows to dance on the faces of the onlookers.




The Party



John and Doreen were so excited that they didn't know if they'd have any energy left for the evening ahead. This was it. Finally. Weeks ago they had sent out the invitations, sixteen of them to their best friends in the world. Those that lived reasonably nearby, anyway. They had talked about the idea on and off for several years, first starting out as just a fantasy, then growing until they had created an idea that they just had to try. And now it was just hours away before they started arriving.

Doreen checked herself in the mirror one more time, nervously adjusting her hair, smoothing down her skirt. She was so nervous she was ready to burst. She looked over at John, seeing him look imperturbable, knowing that deep down inside he was just as nervous and excited as she was. If anything, he was the one with any reservations. He hadn't been sure that he really wanted her participating at all, but he knew that it wasn't possible without both of them.

John was slowly dressing, lost in thought about the coming evening. He was excited, yes, and nervous, but there was still that smallest of reservations about Doreen taking part. Something inside of him still whispered that it just wasn't right. But she would insist, he knew, and she would be right. After all, it was both of their ideas, hatched over the years as they made love and fantasized, dreaming up ideas to stimulate themselves more and more.

Finishing dressing, John slowly moved over to where Doreen was nervously adjusting and readjusting herself in the mirror. Reaching out, he turned her around and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.

"You seem awfully nervous," he said.

"I guess I am, a little," she admitted, hugging him back.

"You know you don't have to do this," he said, giving voice to his inner doubts.

"Of course I do," Doreen said, looking up at him. "I'd never forgive myself. You know how much imagination we've both wasted just thinking about this. I have to find out for myself. I'm just nervous. It's nothing bad, it's just exciting. And we've never done anything like this before. Do you want to do it?"

"It's so crazy," John said. "Part of me can't wait, part of me is nervous, and a little worried about you."

"Well, stop worrying about me," Doreen said, laughing. "I'm sure once things get rolling it'll be no big deal, just loads of fun."

"You bet," John said, leaning over and kissing her, his arms wrapping tightly around her.

Closing her eyes, Doreen hungrily kissed him back, driving her tongue into his mouth to search out and do duel with his. She could taste his excitement as they kissed, sucking deeply on one another. When finally he let her go, they stood there, breathing hard, their eyes shining with excitement.

"You just wait," Doreen laughed, spinning out of his embrace and leaving the room. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."

Somehow the time passed quickly, as they constantly checked and rechecked everything, the food, the house, themselves, everything. Their excitement was at about fever pitch when the doorbell finally rang. Opening the door, they were greeted by the smiling faces of Bill and Tricia, Al and Donna, Michael and Ellen. Amid many hugs and kisses everyone entered the house. Knowing that everyone was not acquainted, John and Doreen had prepared little name tags for everyone. Laughing, they distributed the ones that had arrived and got drinks for everyone. 

Just as the drinks were being handed out, the doorbell again rang. Opening the door, Doreen was delighted to see two of her best friends from college, Shalla and Denise, whom she had not seen in several years. Then another car drove up as they were entering and Clarence, Rodney and Tom arrived, friends of John's from his college days. Everyone was invited in and given their name tags and a drink. Everyone began to talk and mingle, meeting everyone. Then the doorbell rang and Doreen answered it, finding her sisters Laura and Lisa and also Laura's husband Armando at the door. They were all hugging and kissing when a car drove up and Hugh and Linda got out, smiling broadly as they saw the group on the porch.

"Bet you thought we wouldn't make it, didn't you?" Hugh asked, giving a high-five as he came to the door.

"We wouldn't miss the chance to see you guys," Linda said, kissing both John and Doreen.

With everyone name-tagged, John and Doreen concentrated on keeping everyone's drinks topped off as they got to know one another. After about a half an hour, Doreen opened the doors to the dining room, displaying the large buffet dinner she had spent the day preparing. With shouts of encouragement and appreciation, everyone slowly filed into the dining room and prepared a plate of food, all of which looked just wonderful. 

For the next hour or so everyone ate, talking some, but mostly eating the wonderful food Doreen had prepared. She was constantly complimented on the spread and by the time they were finished eating she was flushed red with pride from the compliments she was receiving. Then all the dinner plates and utensils were removed and after-dinner drinks distributed. John sat with Clarence, Rodney and Tom and rolled several big joints, which were duly lit and began to circulate around the room. Finally everyone was sated, full of food, half drunk from drink, and stoned from the excellent pot which they had smoked.

"So, you two," Hugh asked, "what's the special occasion you mentioned in the invite that got all of us to go to all the trouble of coming here tonight?"

"Yeah," Laura said. "I'm curious about that too."

The room was filled with laughter and talking as everyone quickly buzzed about why they were there. John and Doreen exchanged looks, smiling at each other, then Doreen got to her feet, a drink in one hand and a joint in the other.

"Well, I guess this is as good a time as any," she began. "First of all, I can't tell you how glad we are that all of you were able to make it. I know some of us haven't met and others haven't seen each other in years. But that's what is going to make this such a unique night."

"Come on, get on with it," Armando said laughing. "You're not running for president, are you?"

"No, I'm not," Doreen laughed, along with everyone else. "I'm getting to it.

"Anyway, for the last several years John and I have been exploring a fantasy, talking about it, building it, designing it, everything but living it. Well, we finally decided that we had fantasized enough and needed to live our fantasy to justify all the time and energy we spent dreaming it up. That's where you all come in. We decided that we wanted to share our fantasy with our best, best friends in the whole world. That's why you all have been invited. Each of you in some way or the other is considered to be a best friend of one or both of us. So if you're here, you're family, in every possible way."

"How sweet," Donna said. "What is this fantasy you dreamed up and how do we fit into it?"

"Well," Doreen said, drawing a big breath, "it's a card game, actually."

"A card game?" Lisa asked. "That's your fantasy? I can do better than that."

"It's not just a card game," Doreen explained.

"This is getting good," Bill said. "What kind of card game?"

"Well, it's a version of poker," Doreen said, "stripped poker to be exact."

At this the whole room exploded, in disbelief, laughter, incredulity, as everyone reacted to Doreen's statement.

"You want us all to play stripped poker together?" Laura asked, looking at her in disbelief.

"Well, yes," Doreen said, uncertain now because of the reaction. "We wanted to do something outrageous like this and couldn't think of anyone who we'd be more comfortable with than our best friends in the world. I guess we didn't figure you all wouldn't feel the same way."

"Now wait a minute," Hugh interrupted. "Who said we don't feel the same way? I think it sounds like a great idea."

"Oh, Hughie, you would," Linda said, laughing as she hit him.

"I think it sounds like a pretty neat idea too," Lisa said. "We're all adults."

"I think it's a terrible idea," Laura said. "Armando and I aren't interested."

"Who said I'm not?" Armando interjected. "If everyone wants to play, I'll play. It might be fun."

"Armando!" Laura exclaimed. "And what should I do while you're playing?"

"You can watch or you can go in the other room," Armando laughed. "Personally, I'd play if I were you. You might just have some fun."

"You sure this is what you want?" Shalla asked Doreen, looking at her intently.

"Do you mind?" Doreen asked, looking at her.

"No," Shalla said, shaking her head. "I should have known."

"Like old times, huh?" Denise said, smiling at Doreen.

"I hope so," Doreen said, smiling at her.

"What old times?" Tricia asked.

"Oh, we used to play stripped poker together, just the three of us when we were roommates in college," Denise said. "It was safer than dating at the time."

"So, would you all like to join us in cards or would someone like to leave?" John asked, getting to his feet and stretching. "I'm ready for another drink myself."

There was a chorus of agreement as everyone got up to refill their drinks, as well as a bit of eye-balling going on as people assessed each other. When they all had their drinks and the joints were circulating again, Doreen again asked. There were several voices agreeing to play, mostly the men, but no voices raised not to play or to leave.

"Great," Doreen said, visibly relieved. "The first thing you do is put your name tags in these hats, men in one, women in the other."

When everyone had complied, including Doreen and John, Doreen explained further.

"We're going to be in three different groups, each one with six people, three men and three women. I'm going to determine the groups by drawing names from the hats, then we'll explain how to proceed."

Reaching into the men's hat, Doreen pulled out three names, John, Armando & Clarence, and from the women's hat, Lisa, Linda and Ellen.

"Okay, that's group one," Doreen explained, again reaching into the hats to draw more names.

This time Bill, Al and Tom were drawn from the men's hat and Shalla, Donna and Doreen from the women's. This left Michael, Hugh and Rodney, and Tricia, Laura and Denise for group three. Everyone had moved together in their individual groups, sizing each other up.

"Now what?" Michael asked, looking at Doreen. "How do we play?"

"Now each group gets two deck of cards," Doreen explained, "one regular deck and one stripped poker deck, which we'll use after everyone has lost their clothes. We're going to play three-card poker, no draw. The high hand each time has to take something off. Every fifth hand the high hand moves to another group and we continue, until everyone has lost all their clothes, then I'll explain how we proceed from there. Does anyone have any questions at all?"

There was a great deal of excited mumbling as they absorbed what Doreen had just told them. When nobody spoke up, Doreen directed everyone to make themselves comfortable on the floor, each group to themselves. Slowly they all sat down in three circles, with some uncertain looks being cast at mates in different groups.

"I'll deal first," Doreen said. "Then it moves around the circle each time."

Slowly each group began to play, dealing the cards out. There was some laughter, some relieved, when the first hand ended and some shoes were removed. Slowly they progressed, playing four hands with nobody losing anything important. At the end of the fifth hand, though, Ellen lost for the second time, kicking off her second shoe, and Al and Denise also lost in their groups. So Ellen moved to group two, Al to group three and Denise to group one.

Again they began dealing cards. By the time they got to the fifth hand there were several vulnerable players. As the hand ended, Clarence in group one lost his shirt, leaving him only in his pants, Donna lost her second shoe, and Al lost his second shoe. This time they got to the fifth hand and several players had lost more clothing. After the fifth hand, Armando lost his pants, leaving him in his briefs, and brief they were. His dancer's body was finely chiseled, sculpted, and there were several looks of admiration in his direction, much to Laura's chagrin. In group two, Ellen lost and had to remove her top, leaving her only in her bra and pants. In group three, Rodney lost his shirt, revealing the typical chiseled body of an athlete, shining black. There were several gasps as people turned to look at him.

This time as they got to the fifth hand, everyone was in a position to lose some clothing they'd rather not lose. In group one, Lisa lost and removed her pants, leaving her in only her bra and panties, through which could be seen her nipples, hard, and the thatch of black hair covering her pussy, tendrils of which were escaping from the sides of her panties. In group two, Tom lost, removing his pants and leaving only his briefs, through which his cock could be seen throbbing. In group three, Laura lost, removing her pants and leaving her in only her bra and panties.

The next go-round would be it, Doreen thought, looking around the room at everyone in different stages of undress. Someone would be showing some skin before this round was over. And she was right. By the time they got to the fifth hand, several bras were missing and Clarence was naked, his black cock dangling in front of him as he sat there. This time Linda lost in group one, and having already lost her bra during the round, she had to remove her panties. Blushing, she pulled her panties off, revealing a smooth-shaven pussy with just a thatch of hair above. As she moved to join group two, it was easy to see her inner pussy lips sticking out from between her legs, her clit also engorged and peeking out from between her pussy lips. There were several whistles of admiration and appreciation as she sat down in group two, where Armando lost, having to remove his briefs, letting his cock swing free as he moved to sit in group three. Laura gave him a glaring glance as he sat down, his cock swinging in front of him. In group three, Michael lost his pants, leaving him still with his briefs.

"What do we do now?" Clarence asked, holding his hands over his cock.

"You just keep on playing until everyone is naked," Doreen explained. "Then we'll get the next deck of cards and explain how to play with them."

By the time they got to the fifth hand this time, there were mostly naked bodies. All of the women had lost their bras, and a few of the people had underwear left. But there were a lot of naked pussies and cocks exposed. Doreen noticed with a smile that everybody had gotten over their stuffiness and were frankly appraising the people in their groups. There were big tits, small tits, most with very hard nipples sticking out from the ends. Several of the men's cocks were in different stages of erection, which they tried to hide, unsuccessfully, behind their hands.

This time in group one, John won, and having already lost all his clothes just stood up and moved over to group two, his cock dangling half hard in front of him.

"You look just delicious," Doreen said as he sat down next to her.

"I'd say there's a lot of delicious here tonight," John said as he looked at her, her tits hanging full and heavy in front of her, nipples hard and erect. 

The way she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, John was also able to see into her pussy, whose lips were parted, revealing a deep pink interior with her clit sticking prominently out at the top of her open slit. John could see that Bill's eyes didn't miss any of this either, that in fact everyone seemed to be staring even more intently at the different people in their groups.

In group two, Shalla stood to remove her panties, her ebony black body glistening. As she stepped out of her panties, a flash of pink could be seen between her legs where her pussy was shaved bare. John could just see the nub of her clit peeking out from between her pussy lips as she moved over to group three where she was greeted with approving comments as she sat down.

In group three Tricia blushingly tried to remove her panties while still sitting down. She only succeeded in opening her legs to the point where it was readily apparent that her hole was rapidly filling with juices. Tricia had a beautiful light-blonde pussy with a bright pink interior. Getting to her feet to move over to group one, a bead of pussy juice was visible sliding down the inside of her leg.

After only a few more hands, everyone was naked. They had all lost their clothes.

"This is pretty intense," Ellen said, speaking up into the silence that had descended on them. "What do we do now? I'm sitting here naked. My pussy is on fire. I see all these beautiful cocks. We either need to do something or let us get dressed and go. I need some action and soon."

"Well, I think we're going to be able to accommodate you then, Ellen," Doreen laughed, getting to her feet. "Now we use the second deck of cards," she said, handing one deck to each of the other groups. "This time the high hand and the low hand are important. The person with the low hand has to pick a card from the new deck, the one with the naked people on the back, and do whatever it says to the person with the high hand."

"What does it say on the new cards?" Lisa asked.

"That would be telling," Doreen said. "But if you don't like what the card says, obviously you don't have to do it. Or if you don't like the particular arrangement of high hand and low hand, you can ask if any of the other high and low hands from the other two groups would trade places with you. If someone agrees, then you take that person's place in their group and fall under the card that was turned over there, while the person who traded with you takes your place and must follow the card from your group. People are interchangeable between the groups, not the cards."

"This sounds dangerous," Laura said, fidgeting in her seat, trying to keep one hand covering her pussy while her big, full tits swung in front of her, her huge nipples as big as Linda's entire tit.

"It sounds like fun to me," Hugh said, grinning hugely.

"Is there anyone who would rather not play anymore?" Doreen asked, looking around the room. 

Hearing no objections, but noticing some consternated looks on some faces, Doreen resumed her seat.

"By the way," she said. "After doing what the card says, the high hand moves to the next group. That way everyone gets to play with everyone."

So the cards were dealt, somewhat slowly this time. There was a definite tension in the air this time, as nobody knew what the second deck held in store for them. At the end of the first hand in group one, Al had high hand and Denise had low hand. Tentatively Denise turned over the card on top of the second deck. Everyone gasped when they read the card. It said BLOWJOB.

"Is this for real?" Denise asked, looking over to where Doreen was sitting.

"You know it is," Doreen said, smiling at Denise.

"I'm supposed to blow him?" Denise asked.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Doreen asked as everyone watched the developing situation, now more aware of what kind of deck of cards this second one was. 

"What about his wife?" Denise asked.

"Donna, you have any objections?" Doreen asked, looking at Donna, who had a shocked, pasty look on her face.

"It's up to Al," she said, looking very uncomfortable as everyone looked at her.

"Well, Al," Doreen said. "What do you say?"

"I say be my guest," Al said, trying to laugh.

"Well, god knows I don't mind sucking a cock," Denise said. "I'll play."

Everyone watched as Denise crawled over to Al, who was sitting cross-legged, his cock standing up in front of him. Reaching forward, Denise grasped his cock in her hand, gently squeezing it. It wasn't a very big cock, and opening her mouth, Denise engulfed it, swallowing it completely. Al groaned as he felt Denise's mouth close over his cock. He could feel her mouth milking him, sucking on his cock as her tongue swirled all around it in her mouth. Looking up, Al could see that Donna was on her knees watching, a look of disbelief and some anger on her face. Tearing his eyes from hers, Al looked down and watched as Denise sucked his cock, bobbing up and down, swallowing him entirely each time. He knew he would last much longer, not with everyone watching, and sure enough, not a minute or so later Al groaned out loud as he began to cum. They could all see Denise's cheeks billowing as Al shot his wad into her mouth. Denise milked his cock with her hands and her mouth as he came, squeezing all of the cum from his cock before letting it go and sitting up, a tight-lipped smile on her face.




The Party



As everyone stared, she reached for her drink glass and held it to her mouth, letting a stream of cum dribble from her mouth into the glass. When she had spit all of Al's cum into her glass, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and smiled.

"I like sucking cocks, I just don't like swallowing the cum," she explained.

Everyone laughed when she said, this, breaking the thick tension in the room, and everyone settled back down to play cards, a little more excited than before. Al, meanwhile, struggled to his feet and moved over to group two, his limp cock now dangling in front of him.

In group two, Lisa won and Clarence had low card. Turning a card over, everyone smiled when it said SUCK.

"What's the difference between BLOWJOB and SUCK?" Lisa asked laughing.

"According to the rules that came with the cards," Doreen explained, "you don't have to make them cum with SUCK, but with BLOWJOB you do."

"Subtle difference," Lisa said with a laugh. "But you come suck my pussy for me, Clarence," she said, leaning back on her elbows and bringing her knees up and apart, opening her pussy for him. "Stick your tongue in there and make me happy."

"You bet," Clarence said eagerly, crawling over to push his face into her steamy pussy, immediately driving his tongue up into her as his mouth fastened on her hole.

"God, Lisa," her sister Laura said. "I can't believe you sometimes."

"Oh, Laura, you're just jealous," Lisa said, sighing as she held Clarence's head tight in against her pussy. "You have Armando whenever you want. Don't begrudge me getting my pussy sucked so nicely. Who knows, maybe you're next!" she laughed, arching against Clarence's face as he sucked her.

When Clarence fastened his teeth on Lisa's clit, worrying and teasing it with his tongue, this was too much for Lisa. Bucking against his face, she began to cum, flooding his mouth with thick rivulets of juice that flowed from her pussy. When she finished cumming, Clarence sat back up on his heels, his super hard cock standing out in front of him, cum smeared all across his smiling face.

"Nice pussy," he said as he sat back down.

"Great head," Lisa said, struggling to her feet and moving to group three, where Donna had high hand and Rodney had low.

Turning over a card, Rodney smiled when he saw that it said SUCK ASS. Donna gasped as she read the card, immediately blushing furiously as everyone looked at her.

"I don't know about this," she said, clearly embarrassed.

"Hey, you never had your ass sucked before?" Rodney asked, smiling as he fondled his cock.

"Well, no, I haven't," Donna admitted, blushing even more.

"You'll love it," Rodney said with a laugh. "I promise. Now come on out here."

"I don't know," Donna said, looking around for Al.

"Hey, he don't mind," Rodney said. "He already had his cock sucked. It's your turn."

At this almost everyone chimed in in agreement. Al had a smile on his face as Donna locked eyes with him. Seeing the look on his face, she dropped her head.

"Okay, I'll do it," she said. "What should I do?"

"Just get on your hands and knees," Rodney said. "I'll do the rest."

Slowly Donna crawled out into the middle of the group. Getting around in back of her, Rodney encouraged her to lay her head on the floor with her ass up in the air. As she assumed this position, pointing her hairy pussy and asshole as everyone, Rodney knelt behind her. Reaching out with both hands, he grasped her ass cheeks, gripping them tightly and pulling them apart, spreading her asshole slightly open, as well as her pussy below that. Then leaning forward, Rodney stuck his tongue in her pussy, sliding it up slowly until it reached her asshole, where he swirled it around for a second or two, then traced his way back down to her pussy, plunging his tongue into her when he got there.

Donna was gasping on the floor from the sensations of Rodney's tongue in her ass and pussy. With her head cranked around to the side, she could see his huge black cock dangling almost to the floor as he bent forward and continued to tongue her asshole, probing, probing, pushing his tongue against her rosebud as he licked her, every once in a while sliding his tongue down into her pussy, plunging it deep into her.

This went on for several minutes, while everyone just watched, some people fondling and playing with themselves. Finally Rodney sat up straight, a smile on his face.

"So, how you like that?" he asked, helping Donna up.

"It made my whole body tremble," she said, trying to get a grip on herself.

"You like it?" Rodney asked.

"It was very exciting," Donna admitted as she got to her feet and went to join group one.

"Well, let's everyone play, now that you see how it works," Doreen suggested. "That way more people get to play, unless you want to just make it one big group."

There were a chorus of no's to this and suddenly each of the groups were dealing the cards. In group one, Tricia had the high hand and Denise the low hand. There were some surprised looks at this, mostly because they hadn't thought the game through to its likely conclusions. Tricia looked at Denise in shock, not knowing what to do.

"I don't mind," Denise said, shrugging her shoulders as she turned over a card.

"Oh, my," Tricia said, seeing the BLOWJOB on the card.

"Do you want to exchange with somebody?" Denise asked her.

Looking up and seeing everyone's faces, looking over at the other groups, Tricia hesitated, then shook her head.

"No, I'll play here," she said, blushing. "I've never been with a woman before."

"Heck, you're just getting your pussy sucked. You don't have to do anything," Michael said.

"What should I do?" Tricia asked.

"Well, how do you lay when Bill sucks your pussy?" Michael asked with a smile. "I'd just lay on your back and spread your legs."

"God," Tricia said, moving to lay down in the middle of the group.

Her tits were small, but her nipples were tight and hard, standing up from her chest, begging for attention. As Denise moved towards her, she opened her legs a bit, showing her blonde pussy hair. Then Denise pushed her legs farther apart and up, pushing her feet right up off the ground and tilting her pussy up and open in front of her. She had long, thin pussy lips, now spread slightly open, her hole gaping inside, her whole pussy glistening, a nice bright pink color.

Denise leaned forward and let her tongue drag through Tricia's pussy, eliciting a gasp from her as she felt it. Slowly Denise began to lick and suck Tricia's pussy while Tricia thrashed about on the floor as Denise's tongue and teeth began to drive her crazy.

Meanwhile, over in group two, John had the high hand and Doreen the low one. Everyone laughed at this as Denise reached out and turned over a card. Then there was a sudden silence when they read the card. FUCK, it said.

"Wow," Al gulped. "You really going to fuck right here in front of everyone?"

"Why not," Doreen said, smiling at him, but inside totally butterflies. "That's how the game's played."

Smiling, John just lay down on the floor, his cock standing up. Trying not to think about it, Doreen quickly threw her leg over him, straddling his body and grasping his cock in her hand. Holding it at the entrance to her pussy, Doreen just impaled herself on it, dropping down and completely enveloping it in one thrust. There were sighs from the group when they saw John's cock disappear into Doreen's pussy, then Doreen slowly began to slide up and down on John's cock, letting it slide out to the head, then dropping down on it again. John reached out and began to rub her clit with his thumb as she fucked him, causing her to spasm as he stimulated her. Slowly they moved into a rhythm, sliding up and down on his cock as she fucked him.

Over in group three, they turned from watching the action in the other two groups to play their own hand, which Hugh had won and Shalla had lost. Turning a card over, Shalla saw that it said SUCK.

"All right!" Hugh said, grinning hugely.

"You like the idea of me sucking you?" Shalla asked him, her dark dusky skin glowing with a slight sheen from the excitement of the game.

"You bet I do," Hugh said, "almost as much as I like the idea of me sucking you."

"Well, here I suck," Shalla said with a laugh, kneeling next to him and grabbing his cock, licking it with her tongue before opening her mouth and letting the head of it in.

"Nice," Hugh sighed as she began to lick and suck his cock.

While Shalla was sucking on Hugh's cock, her ass was pointed in Armando's direction, her perfectly smooth-shaven black pussy pointed right at him, pouting open. As she continued to suck Hugh, Armando leaned forward and stuck his tongue into her pussy, sucking hungrily on her hole as she gasped on Hugh's cock in surprise. Then without missing a beat, she continued to suck Hugh's cock while Armando sucked her pussy.

"Hey, I'll do that," Hugh said, pulling on Shalla, dislodging Armando's tongue in the process, swinging her around until she was straddling his face while she sucked his cock. Hungrily Hugh sank his tongue into her pussy, savoring the dark, musky flavor of her as she sucked.

Meanwhile, back over in group one Denise was pushing herself to her knees, cum smeared across her face from Tricia's pussy, while Tricia lay there with her hands holding her pussy, still spasming from the orgasm that flooded her from Denise's ministrations in her pussy.

"What an incredible orgasm," Tricia gasped, opening her eyes and looking at Denise.

"Well, your pussy tastes really nice," Denise said, smiling at her. "It's a shame you can't suck yourself, you'd have it made," she said, standing up and offering a hand to Tricia. 

Smiling, Tricia accepted her hand, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet to the murmured appreciation of the rest of group one. Moving over to group two, Tricia sat down just as John was dumping his balls up into Doreen's pussy, groaning as he came. When he finished cumming, Doreen smiled, bringing a knee up and over John's body as she let his cock fall from her pussy, along with a thin stream of cum, as she moved back to her seat in the circle, her legs spread and her pussy now gaping open from the fucking it had received, cum pooling on the ground in front of her.

"Wow," Tricia said. "This is some game."

"It sure is, isn't it?" Doreen agreed, laughing. "I've never had sex in front of anyone before. It really makes it a lot more exciting."

"Especially with a stranger, in front of your spouse," Tricia said, nodding in agreement as she looked at Bill.

"Hey, I love fucking and sucking you," Bill said. "And it's just as exciting watching someone else do it to you. You liked it, didn't you?"

"It was wonderful," Tricia agreed. "And I'd never been with a woman before either."

"Women are great," John said, getting to his feet, his cock sticky-shiny with drying cum, moving over to join group three.

He sat down just as Hugh groaned, arching his hips as he came, filling Shalla's mouth. Shalla just gulped and gulped, working his cock as he came, sucking him, teasing him with her tongue until he stopped cumming and she had sucked the last of his cum from his cock.

"So, you like my sucking?" she asked, sitting up on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, licking the cum from her hand.

"Any time," Hugh said, smiling at her, as long as I can suck that sweet pussy of yours at the same time."

"If we end up in the same group again, who knows," Shalla laughed as he got to his feet and moved to join group one. 



The Party



After long months of talking and planning the night is finally here.  They speak once more to finalize her directions.  She so wants everything to go right.  She puts on her deep purple satin chemise, her thigh highs in just the right place.  Adjusts the lavender satin strapless corset one more time.  Applies one more dusting of shimmering gold powder to her chest and smiles.  She is right on tonight.  Even the hair is cooperating, thank Goddess. She feels a quiver knowing what is left.  Saying out loud, “I am really doing this?” 

Driving up to the party, he calls and tells her turn it on low for 10 mins and no longer.  She reaches in her purse and slides the button. Sudden waves of vibration from the remote controlled vibrator under her thongs. The waves of delight wash through her.  Just tingling vibrations against her.  The bumps in the road increase it pressures.  She tries to focus on driving, but flashes of what is to be tonight keep running across her head.  She watches the road and the clock.  Sir will be angry if she leaves it on to long or cums yet.

Walking in and seeing all my friends right away helps me forget the game being played tonight, just for a min.  Scanning the room constantly.  Momentarily focusing on someone’s entertaining vacation story suddenly feeling the heat.  I glance up.   They are here.  My heart stops for a second.  Al other sounds in the room fade away.  I can hear only his voice greeting old friends.  He connects for a second then looks away.  I watch for him to go to the bar.  I go for another drink myself. All I want to do is grab him and kiss him.  Wrap my arms around him.  Feel his body against mine.  NO, not yet. As she hugs other newcomers, I quickly pass him the remote.  He grins.  I know I have pleased him.  I know he has one for her also.  I would love to control hers.  To see her squirm and know that it is really I creating the pleasure.  

As the music plays and the drinks pour, we all begin to dance.  He works them toward my partner and me.  Then slowly turns us both on.  The vibrations under my thong start again.  I can feel my wetness starting again.  The more we dance the better it feels. I can see her slightly twitch her vibrator comes to life.  She and I play it off great, but I know what she is feeling.  We continue to dance, thankful of fast songs, as he plays the vibration with the beat.  We dance and I can feel the wetness soaking my thong.  I feel like if anyone touches any part of me I will cum.  Just then he turns and grabs us both.  Turning us to him.  We both are so close. His hands on my back as we rock and sway together.  I close my eyes, her face in my head. Her body. Her lying back with her legs over my shoulders, my hands on her hips. Lifting, pulling her to me.  Drinking her. Running my tongue over her warm soft flesh.   Hearing her moan.  Hearing real slight groans, and amplifying them in my head.  She sounds so good!  I have to have her.  He slows the vibrations down to keep us from cumming yet.  We both come back to reality slowly.  As our eyes open we stare into each other.  I see a thought and a grin come across her face.  She comments on the heat and needing the girls’ room, I offer to join her.  He grins as we walk away.  Sitting at the table, knowing.  

It is cooler in the washroom.  The first part has a few big comfy chairs and a few ashtrays.  I really need a smoke.  My legs are still quivering.  We begin to chat.  Just nothing stuff.  She then asks for a cig and says not to tell him.  Hmm, our first secret from him.  But I am not allowed to keep secrets from him.  I’ll work on that one.  I can see her wrap her slender fingers around it.  Bringing it to her dark red lips.  The flame reflects in her bright green eyes.  The waves of pleasure wash over her as she sits back and melts in the chair.  I want to drop to my knees and taste her right then, but I know I have to wait.    I go into a stall for a moment and just grin.  I quickly complete my next task, and remove my wet thongs and slip it into my little bag.

I return to our table and sit between her and another friend.  Trying to carry a conversation with her right behind me was difficult.  We all begin to laugh about remembrances of the summer.  She turns slightly towards me as her rubs her shoulders.  I can see her melting, I know he has turned hers back on.  She must have given him her thongs also.  I wish he had given it to me. He goes to get the next round at the bar and she whimpers slightly that he has stopped.  He kisses her and then turns her around.  Interrupting my conversation, he tells me to take over while he runs for drinks.   What am I to do?  I finally get to touch her skin.  Wetness runs from me.  She stiffens up for a second, then melts in my hands.  I run my hands over her neck, shoulders, down her back, up her sides, just barely touching the outer curve of her breasts.  Hear her quickly inhale.  He watches from the bar, as he turns mine on slightly.  I wiggle in my chair as I press harder into her.  I run one hand up her neck and give a gentle tug to her hair between my fingers as I lower my hand.  She leans back into me slightly more.  He returns and we are brought back to reality.  

The teasing continues through the night.  She and I stealing glances when she thinks he is not looking.  As the party is ending she is asking if I am going to the next bar or not.  I tell them I have to get home.  I try to keep from laughing.  As we walk to the cars and say good bye, she asks again if I am OK to drive.  I assure her I am.  Remembering he forgot something, and runs back in.  I go to start my car and it seems I left the lights on and the battery is dead.  Silly me.  She offers their couch for the night with a subtle grin.  We can come back in the morning and jump it.  What am I to do, the car is dead.

It seems like the longest ride ever in my life.  I am so excited and nervous.  I can not sit still on the way back their place.  I keep wishing he would turn the vibrator back on.  I have been on the edge of cumming all night.  We decided not to go to the next bar after all.  

We sit in front of the fireplace with hot chocolate.  We have all changed into robes, lending me an extra.  I am not sure what is under theirs, but I have the corset on still.  We all seem to want the same things but do not know how to begin.  I heard her asking if she could have me.  He told if her that she behaved he would think about it.  We continue to chat and pretend to watch a movie.

A little while later leaving the room, he steps back into the doorway and looks at her, slightly nods his head.  I see her take a deep breath out of the corner of my eye as I gaze into the fireplace.  She reminds me she owes me a back rub.  She then comes behind me.  I sit on the floor with my arms wrapped around my knees.  She touches me and I feel a shiver from her touch.  Like electricity running from her touch.  Her hands are so warm and strong through the robe.  I lean into her touch.  She wastes no time beginning to get closer and closer to my chest.  The excitement is building.  I just want her to touch my breasts.  My nipples are hard, and craving to be touched.  Running her hands down my cleavage, moaning.  Up my sides just running the sides of each breast.  She then takes her hands up my spine, my neck, into my hair and grasps the lower hair, softly rubbing, then quickly, not being able to hold back any longer, she pulls my head back and quickly, deeply kisses me. Finally!  We part and just grin.  I lay back into her arms.  Happy and content to remain here for hours.  I have waited for the softness of her touch, the smell of her, the taste of her for so long.

She holds me as we kiss. One arm around her neck, the other around her waist.  She begins to explore the laces.  Slowly tracing the upper edges.  Her nails are cold against my warm chest.  I see him in the doorway over her shoulder.  His robe is open and he is slowly stroking his growing cock and grins at me.  He has our thongs grasped in his other hand.  I turn my head to kiss and trace her breasts through her robe.  There feels like nothing under it.  I grow more excited and turn fully on my side facing her.  Her hands run directly down my hips and over my ass.  I manage to part her robe with my teeth.  There they are.  I have dreamt of them, and now they are right there.  I begin to suckle her like a starving newborn.  Her breasts are perfect, soft, round, firm.  She arches her back and then leans over me moaning in pleasure.  Pressing them into my face.  I can feel her breathing heavy against me.  She digs into my ass harder.  Pulling up my robe, I can feel her soft hand. Her cold nails across the back of my leg, up my ass, into the small of my back.  I can hear him moan in the doorway. I slow and look at him, never taking my mouth from her.  Her bottom arm holds my head to her.  Feeding me.  Fulfilling me.   Her other hand is grasping my ass, pulling me to her.  I straddle her leg and she can feel my wetness on my thighs.  Pressing her leg into me, the wetness soaks her.  We begin to kiss, feeling, touching, exploring, both of ready to cum.  We lay on the floor, the fire lighting a glow all around, the rhythmic drums in the background, our own hearts pounding, moaning.  

A steady, deep, breathy command “Cum for me my girls.”  We both explode instantly upon being released.  We quiver in each other’s hands.  Feeling her fingers in me, her thumb on my clit. I grind into her. Stroke her with the rhythm of her movements.  My hand gliding in her wetness.  Her fingers reaching higher, grinding harder against me.  The explosions of release washing through us.  Following her sounds we continue to cum and cum.  We are floating on air, kissing, touching, not thinking, and just feeling.  It has been built up for so long it just doesn’t want to stop.  “NOW” On command, we both release and crawl to him on our knees.  From either side of him we begin to lick and stroke him.  Kissing each other. Wrapping our tongues around him.   Our hands down his chest. Up his thighs.  Our mouths covering him.  Feeling him begin to throb, and seeing her begin to rub herself, I let go of him.  She slides in front of him.  She glides her tongue all the way around him, swallowing all of him.  I watch her lips stroke him over and over as her hands run under him, pulling him to her.  I lay slide on my back between her legs, and begin to eat her hungrily.   I lick up her thighs.  Tasting her running down her leg.  She is close to cumming again.  She lowers down and begins to groan and moan as she has taken him fully in her mouth.  Her hands grasping the couch.  Then wrap around him again.  He begins to breathe faster.  She grinds her clit into me.  Lapping her up. Sliding a few fingers in her and she tightens down on them.  The other hand busy on my own swollen clit.  We all begin to groan harder and harder. Reaching the point of no return together.  Riding out the waves. Enjoying your own pleasure as well the sounds of each other.  Knowing Sir was please.  I know Sir is happy, and that means I am going to get fucked tonight……. 



The Party



She was sitting on the bed. I hadn't met her, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to again. I could see in her eyes that she wanted me. It was a hungry look, full of sexual tension. And as for me, well, she was fit, and I hadn't had a girl in a while. It's something you miss, once you've had it. 

She leant in to kiss me, and I responded. At first it was slow, sensuous. We stood, at the same height, and it felt natural for our lips to meet. Every so often, our breathing would hasten, and our bodies and kissing would become heated. Our tongues played with each other like dancing flames, while our lips carried on touching, moving, gently brushing against each other. Our hands were all over each others bodies, one hand of Emily's running through my curly blonde hair, forcing our lips even closer together, while my hand travelled down along the length of her back, over her ass, to the hem of her short dress, and then back up underneath the fabric, caressing the back of her thigh, causing her to moan. She moved one hand to my breasts and played with my hidden nipples, causing an electric feeling in my spine. I moved my other hand to her ass, stroking it gently. She seemed awkward at first, but as her confidence grew, she began to explore my body more. Her legs began to give way and, with our lips still together, we sank down onto the bed. I was soon on top of her, gently pinning her body to the bed. I felt a patch of wetness form in her crotch, and I pulled back, so that if Emily had been a guy, her cock would have been right in my pussy. 

She reached up and began to slowly undo the hooks on my corset-top, then threw it across the floor. She lay on the floor, staring up at me, realising that I had no bra on underneath my top. She was glancing from my breasts to my lust-filled eyes, and I bent forward, and grabbed hold of her hands. I brought them up to my chest, and she moved her thumbs over my exposed, nipples. I rubbed her hands over my breasts, then leant down on top of her, and kissed her hard, our eyes staring deeply into each other, as I did so. I broke the kiss, and brought each one of my breasts down into her mouth in turn, and she used her tongue to lick around each nipple, before flicking and gently nibbling each one, and I felt them harden in her mouth. "You sure you haven't done this before?" I said breathlessly, letting her know that her actions were turning me on. 

"Well, I know how this feels on me, so it must be doing wonders for you."

"Really?" I knelt up and smiled mischievously. I reached behind me, and unzipped my skirt, which immediately fell to the floor. She gasped, as she saw that not only was I not wearing a bra, but I was without panties as well. I was wearing a pair of black suspenders, holding up stockings and a black lace garter belt. I sat back, opened my dripping wet pussy lips with one hand, and used the other to gently rub my clit. I took out my fingers from my own pussy, and moved my fingers up to my mouth, tasting my own wetness, before I began to slide down her body. 

Her breathing seemed got even more frantic, as she knew what was coming, but didn't quite know what it would feel like. I moved my hands up her back, and found the zip to her dress. I undid it, and eased it down her body, to reveal a lacy white bra, and a white thong. I gently moved the material to one side, and slowly inserted two fingers into her throbbing pussy. I used my other hand to unhook her bra, and slide it off her, then started to lick all around her breasts, ignoring her nipples as they stood erect. Instead, my tongue raced gently around them, passing closer and closer each time, her escaping moans making me even more horny. Eventually, I took each nipple into my mouth, and flicked my tongue around them, as I withdrew my fingers from her dripping pussy.

I moved down her body, kissing her breasts, her stomach, and then lower. I reached around her waist, and slid her thong down, as she moved her legs out of it. I ran my tongue over her pussy, stroking her pussy lips. Her moans grew ever louder, and I gently spread her legs, so that my mouth could gain better access, and I started to lick the wetness from Emily's pubes, tasting her for the first time. I moved my hands up the sensitive skin on her inner thighs and came to rest upon her pussy lips. I glanced down and saw the lust in her eyes. I began to slowly lick upwards against her clit, then changed the movements so that my tongue would flick across, along, up, down, and around her clit, each touch causing her to arch her back in pleasure. We were both breathing heavily, and moaning in ecstasy. I moved a hand down to her pussy once more, and teased her entrance with two of my fingers, then moved down lower. I took one finger and began to tease her ass, then pushed a finger tip inside her, already wet through her own juices. Her breathing became so erratic that it seemed to almost stop, and with a loud rush of breath, she came. Her whole body began to shake, her eyes closed. I continued to lick her clit, driving her orgasm onwards, making it last for what seemed like an eternity. She grabbed the headboard of the bed for support, and I ran my tongue up her slit, drinking in her cum, savouring her sweet taste. Her ass released my finger tip, and I gave her pussy one final kiss.

We lay in silence for a while, then Emily spoke. "That was the most amazing feeling. I have never come like that before. Now let me give you something back." She was the one to kiss me now, teasing my pussy with her tongue. She sucked my pussy lips gently, causing a shot of pleasure to run through me. I felt my clit respond to her touch, as she licked my burning pussy. She delved deeper into me, exploring places that she had never been before - a woman. After everything that we had already done together, I was on the point of climax already. I knew I was going to cum soon, as I felt my orgasm slowly bubbling up, from deep inside me. The feelings ran through every part of my body, and I screamed in ecstasy as I felt my pussy explode, and my cum dripping into Emily's waiting mouth. My breathing came harder, and I buried my face in a pillow to stop my moans reaching to the party downstairs. Eventually I subsided, and we lay together again. She laughed and said "I can't believe we just did that." 

"Yeah. Isn't lesbian sex just so underrated?" I sat up.

"And I can't believe that you two just did that, without realising that I was standing here filming you the whole time." I looked up, and saw Kris, a guy from the party, standing in the doorway, holding a video camera.



The Party



(part one)

When I first knew that men liked the beauty of a womans body was when I watched Mark and Gary from across the street. After watching for a lengthy time I went up to my to give them a show by opening my curtains and stripping down to the buff as they watched.

Soon I decided that I needed to speak with them and say hi. So one day when they were out doing their yard work I walked across the street and I introduced myself. The conversation quickly went to being able to see me when I was changing. So just before I went back to my house one of them said, 

"Hey we are having a few friends over this weekend if you want you can come over as well." 

So I told them that I might be over then and left. I continued to strip for them each evening. They had since invested in binoculars.

Then Saturday evening came around and I put on some makeup and did my hair put on a long flowing skirt with no panties and a tight tank to with spaghetti straps and no bra. Then I went over and knocked on the front door and they let me in. The party was going really well. I was introduced to their friends Matt, John and Kyle. They were all drinking and having a really good time. I was just drinking soda. After the first hour or so Mark and Gary started getting close to me. The were both on either side of me on the couch and one would kiss me and the other would fondle my breasts. I was a little un-nerved by this at first. I was really very shy.

The other three friends were just sitting there watching us and they all were talking together and I was laughing. Then Mark whispered in my ear..

"So baby...I know you want both of us...do you want all of us?"

I shook my head no. So then that made Mark even more determined and he told me that him and Gary really enjoyed watching me strip each night. I could feel myself getting really aroused. My nipples were hard and my pussy kind of was pulsing.

Then he asked me again if I wanted to have them all. I again refused and I told him that I was scared and that I had never done that before. So then he dared me to. Well, I wasn't one to back down from a dare at the time. So I looked at him and I said...."All right, you're on."

Then he kissed me deeply on the lips and he said...."I don't think you will be disappointed." then he announced to everyone that we were having an orgy. I laughed when he said this and I questioned it even being an orgy as I thought that an orgy meant lots of men and women...not lots of men and a woman.

The Gary got up and he put on some music and he came back over and he told us to get up off the couch. So we moved off of the couch and he unfolded it. It was a queen-size hidabed. Then Mark smiled and he picked me up and laid me in the middle of it. I remember thinking to myself that they had planned this. Well that made me even more determined to make them see that I wasn't chicken.

Then both Mark and Gary undressed and crawled onto the bed on each side of me. One took off my shirt and the other one took off my skirt. I looked over and the other three were sitting there watching. They had stopped talking and were silent. 

Mark kissed me and his tongue entered my mouth and was moving around wildly.

His pressure on my mouth getting harder and harder. Gary was pinching my nipples softly. This was really turning me on and I could feel my juices trickling from my pussy. Mark stopped kissing me and he slowly moved my legs apart and he growled, "Do you know I have wanted your sweet cunt since you first started stripping for us?"

 (part two)

I just smiled and nodded my head, feeling my face flush as I knew that the other three were looking at my wet pussy from across the room. Then Gary came up and smiled at me and told me that he had wanted to take my tight little ass. I just smiled and he then kissed me hard on the mouth, I could taste the faint taste of blood in my mouth, from where he had ground my lips against my teeth as his tongue madly fucked my mouth.

I felt both of their hands on me one had his finger slid deep inside my wet hole and the other was rubbing my hard swollen clit. Then I heard the one that wasn't kissing me tell the others to come and join in. My hips were moving with a will of their own. Rising and falling against the fingers caressing me and fucking me.

I felt the bed move and I knew that at least one of the others had gotten on the bed. Then Gary stopped kissing me and he started biting and sucking on my breasts. He removed his finger from my pussy and he slid it into my mouth and told me to suck all of me juices off of it. I sucked hard on his finger tasting my juices. That made me ache even more and I was ready to take control. Now I was ready to take what they had made me desire.

I raised my head and I looked at the others. They all three had their cocks out and were stroking them. I smiled and I asked them to please come and join us. They all three quickly undressed and joined us on the bed. Mark was sucking on one breast and Gary was sucking on the other. The others started stroking their hard cocks and began caressing my thighs, and then one slid his finger into my swollen pussy lips and started circling hard against my clit. The other slid his finger inside my wet cunt and then pulled it out and then he slid it down and his wet finger was circling over my asshole. The other one was circling around the opening of my cunt and then I gasped when I felt each finger slide into me. My ass was tight and pulsing, swelling and trying to expel the finger that had just slid all the way into it. I moaned as I felt the pain. The other finger was swirling and circling around and around inside my pussy as he moved it in and out of me. Then I moaned as I felt a hard cock against each thigh. I could feel the head of them slippery and wet with precum. Soon my ass became accustomed to having his finger deep inside of it.

I was moaning softly now.

My hands took each cock beside me and I started stroking them in unison, I felt the bed move and I looked up and there was Matt looking down at me. He pressed his hard cock down and rubbed it all over my face, smearing his precum all over. I wanted his cock in my mouth so bad. I whispered to him to let me suck on his cock. He moaned as he rubbed the head of his back and forth over my lips and my tongue slid out of my mouth and was lathing around in circles. Then he told me that he want his little whore to suck him. I opened my mouth and I took him inside. God he tasted so damn good. My tongue moved all over and around his hard cock getting faster and faster and I sucked on him hard. He began moaning and I watched as he cupped his balls in his hand. Then I felt Mark and Gary move away from me and one of them lifted me, the finger in my cunt slid out and the finger in my ass slid out. Matt took his cock out of my mouth, and then Gary slid underneath me. I felt them all moving and Matt was beside, he placed my hand around his cock and I started stroking it. I looked over at Kyle and I told him to bring his hard cock over to me and I took it in my hand and started stroking it also. Then I smiled at John and he came and shoved his hard cock in my mouth.

I loved tasting his precum. MMMMMmmmmmm


(part three)

Then Mark knelt between my legs and started rubbing the head of his cock in between my pussy lips, I moaned around John's cock each time it slid over my twitching clit.

I felt Gary position the head of his cock against my asshole. Then Kyle grabbed my hair as John started slowly fucking my mouth. My hand was soaked with James' precum and I had drops of Matt's precum on my stomach. I was circling and thrusting my hips, as they all wanted something from me. God the feeling of all these men wanting me, having my entire body filled or busy with a hard cock excited me almost feverishly.

I felt the head of Gary's cock pressing harder against my ass. The head forcing my asshole open. I moaned loudly as I felt the tip slide in as my ass fought to repel it. Then I moaned louder as the swollen precum soaked head slid inside my ass. My tight ass ring spasming around it, moaning again louder and my hips thrusting upwards trying to slide his cock out of my ass. The pain was immense. I felt Gary grab my hips and he pulled me back hard and his cock slid all the way into my ass. I cried out in pain around John's cock. I felt Mark's cock pressing into my tight cunt. My ass was jerking around Gary's cock and oh god I almost screamed with the pain that I felt when Mark slid his hard cock all the way into my cunt. My body was shaking. I felt a little lightheaded. But I didn't pass out.

The feeling of the two cocks gliding in and out of my ass and my cunt alternating, soon became a pleasant feeling as I felt the pressure each time that the heads slid past each other with the thin membrane that separated my ass and cunt. I began to slowly move with them. John was thrusting and out of my mouth hard, almost gagging me when he slammed it in. I could feel the cocks in my hands throbbing and jerking.

I could hear the panting and gasping of all of them as they fucked me harder and harder. Then I groaned as John squeezed my breasts really hard and he shoved his jerking cock deep into my throat, I gagged and he threw back his head and I heard him moan really loud and then I felt his cum squirting against the back of my throat. I couldn't swallow fast enough and gagged a little as I tried to take it all.

Mark and Gary were ramming their cocks hard into me and I would almost cry out as they hit the end of my ass and cunt. They were grabbing my tits and squeezing them and twisting and pinching my nipples. I was moving almost wantonly with them. When John finished cumming he slid out of my mouth and he moved to the side of the bed and sat stroking his spent cock as he watched the others fucking me. Kyle quickly took his place. Kyle groaned when he slid his rock hard cock into my mouth. He was shaking over me, his hips thrusting his hard cock in and out of my mouth. Mark took my free hand and he placed it on my pussy and he told me to rub my clit hard for them so that they could watch. I groaned and started slowly rubbing my clit. Then I started rubbing harder and faster. Moaning and gasping loudly as I felt my climax drawing near.

Then Gary started moaning louder and louder as he fucked my tight ass harder and faster. His fingers digging hard into my hips. Then I heard the other Steve moaning and hissing, pumping his cock in and out of me ferociously. Each thrust sending me up and my nose would slide against Kyle's balls.

I was stroking Matt's cock hard and fast and he was thrusting powerfully against my hand. Then Kyle jerked his cock out of my mouth and stroked it hard and fast as moved to my side and I watched until Matt moved over my head and slid his cock in my mouth. Pumping wildly he started panting droplets of sweat from his hair were dripping onto my neck and chest. Then I was there, I arched and spasmed and cried out in almost a scream as I felt Kyle's hot cum land on my wildly bouncing breasts, I heard Gary say...."Oh fuck!" and then Matt pulled out and he shot wad after wad of hot cum on my face. I cried out...."OH GOD SHIT!!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And with that both Mark and Gary let out these animalistic grunts and I started shaking and then I felt my hot cum gushing all over Mark's cock as he slammed it deep and held it there shaking as his release gobs and gobs of his cum into my cunt. 

Gary also thrust into my ass hard and he bit my shoulder as I felt him shoot his load into my rippling and spasming ass. The pleasure was so intense for me that I felt like I was frozen, couldn't move, couldn't make a noise, just was there almost mindless with pleasure as I quivered and shook. Then I collapsed onto Gary and he wrapped his arms around me and then Mark collapsed on top of me softly kissing my forehead. The other three were all caressing my body and we slowly moved from each others embrace and we laid all together on the bed and started talking and laughing like it was a natural thing for us to all be together.

Then Mark and Gary decided that they needed some sleep so they went to their rooms and John went to the guest room, and Kyle and Matt laid on the hidabed with me and we started talking.



The Party



The large, three-story split-level house was alive with music and the sound of people talking and laughing. The party could be heard from outside, as Becca soon found out, when her father pulled up in front of the white-painted house with the red painted door and green-trimmed opaque window. With no other trim or paint on any other surfaces, these looked strange and out of place.

Becca climbed out of the car and shivered as a crisp December breeze bit at her cheeks and nose. She was instantly glad she had bundled up in a warm coat and muffler over her long pants and blouse-and-vest. She was also thankful for her warm boots as they kept the wind and rain off her feet.

Becca followed her quick-footed mother to the mini-mansion’s door, her father following slowly. Judy, the Hostess and best friend of Becca’s mother, opened the door to greet them. A servant took their coats and mufflers, and asked them to remove their shoes. This was a custom Becca was familiar with, but she couldn’t understand why it was usually held in homes with hardwood floors.

Oh well, thought the twenty-year-old as she unzipped and relinquished her boots.

The Hostess showed them to the main room, which consisted of a living room, (a couch and several chairs boxed together around a lamp and a coffee table) a large dining table, and a spacious, cluttered kitchen. On the wall between the living room and dining room, was a large, unused fireplace.

The dining table and kitchen counter were decked out with snacks consisting of bread, crackers, cheeses and mini candy bars, along with a charming white/blush zinfandel for the adults and sparkling cider for the kiddies. The smell of the rich turkey feast was heavy in the air and Becca breathed in deeply.

Certainly is a nice arrangement. She marveled, approvingly. Then, she shifted her attention to study her dinner companions.

Most of them were her parents’ age, conversing loudly over glasses of the pink wine. A few others seemed younger, mid to late thirties maybe, but they were in couples, with little brats running around behind them trying to find places in the stark house to cause havoc in.

Becca sighed. She wasn’t going to be able to find someone to talk to there. Strike one. She took a glass of cider and wandered off to see the rest of the house. A narrow staircase took her up to the top floor and she stepped off the steps into another small, strangely thrown-together living room. This one had a paper-cluttered desk, a couch, a radio, and a small TV in the middle of an otherwise empty entertainment set. This appeared to be where the hostess and her family did all the living.

Becca found herself beginning to formulate opinions of the hostess. She’s strange. It was then that Becca noticed the TV was on and being watched by a young boy. Becca guessed he wasn’t much older than ten years.

Strike two...

Becca was about to turn away when she noticed the other boy sitting next to the first. He was much closer to Becca’s age.

Oh. Hello.

He had smooth, light skin and a tall, slender body. He looked fairly well built for his slim figure. His brown hair was cut close to his head and combed smoothly to the side. He had a very cute goatee growing, which reminded Becca of the very sexy Latino man that helped her at the bank.

His long-sleeved, burgundy silk shirt and blue jeans gave him a sophisticated look that Becca really admired. She couldn’t help wondering what was on his mind as she walked past him quietly, pretending not to see him as she slowly explored the other rooms on the top floor, poking gently at the things she found. She wandered through a large laundry room and into a walk-in closet, then out into a large bathroom, then into a small bedroom. The last door led her back to the living room and put her right in the side-view of the older boy.

He glanced at her, and then turned to look at her. She pretended not to notice and kept looking around.

“Lost?” He asked. He was very soft spoken, and Becca would have thought he was shy if it hadn’t been for his tone of voice. Still, Becca had a thing for deep voices.

He’s…charming. Wow. Becca grinned. “Nope, not lost. Just checking the place out.”

“Would you like a tour?” The boy offered.

Woohoo! Actual human contact! Becca, you are a social outcast no more! “Lead the way.”

The boy got up and walked around the couch. Becca could have died when she saw how tall he was. He must have been at least a few inches over six-feet. She watched him head down the stairs and collected herself as she followed. “My name’s Frankie,” He told her as they walked, “What’s yours?”

“Becca.”

“Nice to meet you, Becca.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Frankie.”

They passed the yakking adults without so much as being noticed, and walked down the stairs into another whole living room area. This space was cluttered and frigid like a garage, with papers and boxes stacked in every corner. Beyond it there was a bathroom, an office, and a bedroom.

Frankie walked into the bedroom and sat down on the floor, looking at Becca where she still stood in the living room area. After a moment, Becca moved to sit next to him. She stretched out her legs until they were comfortable, eventually settling for keeping one knee up. She glanced at Frankie only to find him watching her with unveiled admiration. She was intensely conscious of the heat rising on her cheeks, and she grinned shyly.

Frankie was not so shy. “How do you know Judy?” He asked.

“Oh… She and my mother are close. I think they went to school together. You?”

“Something about cousins… I’ve only been here once or twice when I was little. Hasn’t changed a bit, not at all. That’s kind of sad, you know.”

Becca nodded, understanding. “Twenty years without a single change... I’ve always suspected that Judy might not have much of a life.”

“Almost twenty-two. How old are you?”

Becca grinned. Her attempt at guessing Frankie’s age hadn’t gone unnoticed after all. “I’ll be turning twenty-one in September.”

“Nice. Going to do anything special?”

Becca sighed. “I have never had anything special happen to me on a birthday. Not my sixteenth, not my eighteenth. I couldn’t even tell you when my last party was, it’s been so long.”

Frankie looked disappointed and sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”

Becca sighed. “Story of my life. I’m so fucking sheltered, and I have to live at home because I haven’t got the know-how to look for a job, get the job, then look for an apartment and pay for that. I don’t even have a car. It just doesn’t work.” With another, more frustrated sigh; Becca ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m sorry. I’m venting and you hardly know me.”

Frankie smiled gently. “I’m getting to know you easily enough. If you need to vent, vent.”

Becca blinked and swallowed thickly. “Er, you sure?”

Frankie nodded. “I would like to know you.”

Becca felt her cheeks heating again. “I’d like to know you, too.” She paused, something clicking in her brain. Frankie mentioned visiting Judy as a child...she had similar memories, that included a bratty little boy that always snuck up behind her and pulled on her hair. “You said you came here as a kid...?”

“Yeah, a couple of times, for these stupid get-togethers. I remember how Judy always invited people that weren’t family... They had a daughter, too. Now that I think about her again, she was really pretty. That’s probably why I teased her so much.” He blinked suddenly, and looked at Becca again, his mouth hanging open.

“That was you?” Becca blinked and looked Frankie over again. She felt her heart start to pound. She had matured early, enough that she had always wished that annoying little boy hadn’t had such beautiful eyes... “What happened? I’ve been to a lot of Judy’s parties since then, but never saw you after the first couple.”

Frankie winced slightly. “Judy had a falling out with some of my relatives. They stopped talking to each other, and we stopped getting invited. Until today... I guess they’ve decided to patch things up.”

“Oh. I’m glad. I mean, that’s good...” Becca stared at Frankie’s eyes as she blushed. She could now see how very familiar they were.

“Yes... It is good.”

They talked. Becca found herself being bold and confidant, but most importantly, open while talking to Frankie. She listened intently as he shared his life with her, and found herself really starting to like him. Not only that, but they seemed to have a million things in common. He had a mother that was a monster, and a father that was like a brother to him, when he remembered to visit, that is. He had a large family, almost all of which were the guests standing around upstairs. Most of them treated him just fine; it was his mother that seemed to have something stuck in her craw when it came to anything that concerned him.

“Sometimes I wonder if there’s anything behind that Empty Nest Syndrome crap,” Becca commented, “I just know my mother never wants me to grow up. She doesn’t want me to move out, she doesn’t want me to live independently. She doesn’t want me to have a boyfriend. She probably doesn’t want me to get married, either. Sure, she’ll SAY she wants me to, but if I try to do it, she’ll squash me.”

“She doesn’t want you to stop being her baby.” Frankie murmured.

“That’s for fucking sure. I’ve been Legal for two whole years now, and don’t you just know that having sex is still illegal for me?”

Frankie blinked at her. “So... You’re a virgin?”

Becca was in too blunt of a mood to be shy now. “Yep… I’m gonna die one, too. If my mother has her way.”

A silence stretched, allowing Becca to cool off. It was obvious to Frankie that he and Becca were alike in many ways. They’d talked about movies, and found that they liked a lot of the same kinds. Books, TV shows, music, porn… He stared at Becca, trying not to be obtrusive. He just wanted to see if what went on in her head matched what she put out on display. In a way, it did. She had long, gorgeous brown hair and large and beautiful brown eyes that showed her honesty, innocence and inner fire.

She also had wonderfully round breasts; C’s at least. They looked like they’d fit perfectly in his hands. Her shoulders were broad and strong, and her torso was short, which made her legs look longer even though she was only around 5’6”. She was overweight, with most of it carried in her thighs and hips, but it didn’t seem to encumber her. What she didn’t know was that Frankie absolutely loved large butts and thighs, especially on an already full-figured woman. Becca’s likeable, sympathetic nature was quickly growing on him, and he found himself just liking how she treated him. Not like a man, not like a dick, but like a human being.

Frankie blinked and looked away for a moment. What was that squeeze in his chest?

“Where did you and your family come from? To get to the party, I mean.” He managed to keep his voice even in spite of his pounding heart.

“North Seattle,” Becca thanked Frankie silently for having asked her an easy question.

“Wow,” Frankie sympathized, “that’s quite a drive for just a party.”

“My mom and Judy are very close,” Becca clarified quietly, leaning back against the bed, “really close. I figured, ‘hey, free food’ so I let my mom drag me along. I know, and my *dad* knows, that mom would make him come along anyway, to drive her.” Becca grinned. “Mom refuses to drive at night.”

Frankie grinned. “I hope your dad isn’t a heavy drinker, then.”

Becca laughed. “Nah. Not my dad. Really, I don’t think I’ve seen either of them get smashed. They can hold their liquor quite well.”

“Mine can’t,” Frankie sighed angrily, “we’ll probably end up staying here until morning… or getting a taxi to a hotel.”

“Really? You guys plan to stay?”

Frankie nodded, looking around the room. “Yup… this is where they’re gonna stick me.”

Becca shivered. “But it’s freezing!”

Frankie smiled to himself. “Oh... it doesn’t bother me too much. I’ll find a way to keep warm, somehow.”

“I’d help if I could.” Silence fell after those words. Becca felt herself blushing darkly at her own boldness.

Becca glanced at Frankie. Their eyes met and held. Becca noticed that she had thought they were gray at first, but now she saw that they were very, very blue.

“How would you help me stay warm, if you could?”  Frankie asked innocently, shifting closer to her.

“Er…” Becca swallowed quietly and bit her lip, wondering where her nerve was now. She chewed on her lip slowly; seeming to feel every centimeter of how close Frankie was to her. She turned her face toward his cheek and ear, lifting a hand slightly. “First… I’d hold you close to my soft, warm body…” Where are these words coming from? “Then slowly, I’d kiss you, running my hands over your sides and back…” Becca made a quick glance, and saw the effect her words were beginning to have on Frankie’s body, “then I would trail my lips along your neck... your throat…” Becca’s fingers acted out her words and she felt Frankie shuddering under her touch. “Would that make you warm…?” Becca smiled, opting Frankie’s earlier innocence.

“Mmmmhmmmm…” Frankie squirmed, his pants unable to hide his growing erection. “I’m kind of chilly right now, Becca…” He blushed!

That was all Becca needed. She absolutely loved a man that could blush for her. There was something about what it could imply that reeled her in, hook, line and sinker.

“Aww… Here, let me help you with that.” Slipping her arms around him, Becca drew Frankie against her. He wrapped his arms around her and they kissed slowly and deeply. Their legs entangled with each other, their hands tracing curves and muscles luxuriously.

“Becca…?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m a virgin.”

Becca opened her eyes slowly, smiling at him softly. “Really?”

Frankie grinned. “Not a lot of guys will just come out and say that.”

“I can only imagine.”

“I want to change that… With you. I want it to be special for both of us. I want it to mean something… I want to be with you, Becca. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

Becca’s eyes shone with tears and she swallowed. “You mean that… I can tell you mean that.” Frankie could almost see her heart breaking. “Oh god, I think I just fell in love with you!”

Frankie stroked her cheeks gently with his fingertips. “I love you, Becca. I want you. I’ll never leave you, I’ll try not to ever let you down…”

Becca clutched him tightly, muffling her sobs as she kissed him with a breathless passion. Frankie responded to her and kissed her heatedly, tangling his fingers in her hair. They were both so desperate for true human contact, the connection between them cackled with energy as their bodies pressed close, their hearts beginning to race.

Frankie slid a hand between Becca’s legs and was rewarded with a soft gasp. He slid his hand inside her pants, her panties, long, slender fingers seeking a prize.

They found smooth, wet lips and hunted for the sensitive pearl. Becca gasped as his fingers met their destination and began to rub against it, staring at Frankie as he listened intently to her soft gasps of pleasure. Becca pushed Frankie back suddenly and they scrambled up onto the bed, pulling each other’s clothes off. Becca’s eyes widened when she saw Frankie’s thick 7-incher, which seemed to swell the harder it got. She slid beneath the chilly blankets, and the bed warmed quickly as Frankie laid over her.

They both gasped as Frankie’s cock found Becca’s entrance, and they stared at each other as he pushed into her. Becca groaned as she felt her walls stretching to accommodate Frankie’s cock, and gasped as the head sank in against her back wall.

“Ooohh…. God, yes…”

Frankie closed his eyes and moaned quietly, sliding his hands over Becca’s sides to grasp her hips. Slowly and carefully, he began to pull back. Becca shuddered and leaned her head back, moaning again as Frankie sank into her with a smooth, firm thrust. He gradually built his rhythm, massaging her virgin-tight walls almost skillfully in his tenderness. Becca wrapped her arms around Frankie’s waist and slid them up under his shoulders so she could clutch him tightly, arching her back as she felt her muscles flexing around him.

“Mmmmmm…” Frankie groaned, beginning to pick up his pace. Sweat beaded along his skin and he stared into Becca’s eyes, seeing the same sweat running along her temples and neck. She stared up at him with an expression somewhere between intense pleasure and mild surprise, her breasts heaving as she panted for breath.

“Oh! OH! Oh God!”

“Yes… Yes…!” Frankie panted as he poured his strength into his thrusts, feeling a thrill as Becca’s noises escalated with rising pleasure. The box springs of the bed beneath them began to creak, and Becca arched her back, pressing her hands against Frankie’s back as she groaned loudly. Frankie gasped as he felt Becca’s pussy clench on his shaft, and he moaned deeply as the feel of her sudden rush of cum set him off. His thrusts shortened and quickened as he pumped his cum into her. “Mmmmmmm!!!”

Slowly, they began to calm, the only sound in the room that of their soft panting. Frankie rested against Becca, pressing his face into her neck. Becca sighed dreamily and held him close, kissing his shoulder softly. Frankie smiled and gently slid out of her pussy, then rolled onto his side and pulled Becca close. She snuggled against him and they kissed deeply.

“Think you can convince your parents to let you spend the night?” Frankie whispered.

Becca smiled and stroked her hand along his side. “I’ll try my best.” Frankie watched her face and saw her eyes sparkle. She was obviously thinking up something devious.

“You have a plan.” He murmured softly.

“I’m going to fall asleep on the couch outside this room… My parents won’t want me to be woken, so you’ll offer to put me in here and take my place on the couch… Then…”

Frankie grinned. “Oooh… You’re so smart.”

Becca blushed. “When I want to keep something, I’ll go to the ends of the Earth to keep it… And I want to keep you, Frankie.”

“I could never want anyone else… You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed about in a wife. I mean - oh…”

Becca tuned onto her side, blinking at Frankie. “What did you just say…?”

Frankie stared back at her with those gentle blue eyes. “Wife…”

“Wow…” Becca flopped onto her back again, staring at the ceiling with a funny look on her lovely face.

“Am I weirding you out? When you say you “want to keep me” that’s what I thought of. I’m sorry, is it going too far? I’m sorry.”

“Say it again…”

Frankie sat up to look at her. “Becca? I’m sorry…”

“No no, honey, before that.”

“What? That thing about the wife…?”

“Yeah, that…”

“I’ve always dreamed of marrying a woman like you.”

“Marrying…” Becca’s beautiful brown eyes shone up at Frankie and she smiled with an adoration that made his heart hurt. “That sounds heavenly…”

Frankie blushed, and they sealed it with a kiss. 



The Party



This story was written for a dear friend of mine with whom I share a special bond. I wrote it while we were talking about a party she's throwing this weekend. She asked me what i'd like to happen and how I imagined it in my head, and I told her the following story. Also, note that part of the story describes a friend and I applying eyeliner. No, we are not transvestites or homosexuals, we are simply heterosexual males who wear eye makeup, as are most of my male friends. We just like how it looks. I hope you enjoy...

We're at the party at your condo. I'm dressed to kill and you're dressed to get your clothes ripped off by yours truly. When I get to the door, everything's just casual; we're all "Hi! *hug* How are you oh it's so great to see you again!" The party starts like normal, everyone gets right to the drinking and socializing. You're walking around, greeting guests and catching up with people, making sure everyone's having a good time, but I can't keep my eyes off you, and every time you look around, you see me looking. Whenever our eyes meet, you give me that look. What look, you ask? I can't explain, just... that look. You smell awesome and whenever you walk by, your perfume just makes me want to pick you up right then and carry you away, but that wouldn't be very refined of me now would it? So I just stand there with my drinks and friends and conversations, admiring you, wondering what might come of tonight, if anything at all. By now we're both feeling the liquor. I'm being more talkative and my senses are heightened, but your presence is also arousing my senses. You're also becoming more chatty and giddy.

Seth and I go to the bathroom in your room to fix our makeup. Shortly after, you come in, looking for me. After we're done with our eyeliner the three of us start talking, but you and I keep exchanging glances. Then you blurt out, "Oh yea, Seth, Jill was looking for you." I can easily tell from your tone of voice and randomness that it was a lie. Did he notice it? Who knows?

As he exits, you tell me to shut the door. I do as instructed and turn around to look at you, not knowing what to do, say, or think; I have no idea what's about to happen. You put a hand on my chest and run it down to my belly. I start to get hard from anticipation, and I see that your nipples are already erect. When you get to the top of my pants, you move your hand back up and behind my neck, pulling my head down towards you. Our heads are careening towards each other magnetically. We've both wanted this for so long. Our lips collide with each other, sending bolts of energy though both of our bodies. The first kiss is hard, and then we both try to be gentle and soft. But that is very short-lived; the passion and the alcohol soon take over and we're kissing like we'll never kiss again. Your hands find their way to my sides, my chest, my back, your nails clawing at me, roaming over my body. My hands, which have been on your hips most of this time, push their way under your shirt and lift up. You're not wearing a bra, and as I slide the fabric past your breasts, your nipples get even harder. When your shirt is off, my hands go straight to your nipples, pinching, pulling, twisting. I lean my head down and start sucking your right nipple, flicking my tongue back and forth on it.

You pull my free hand off your waist and place it in your skirt. I take the hint and move my hand up to find out you chose not to wear panties tonight. Were you expecting this? I'll probably never know. You're very wet already and I almost effortlessly slide a single finger into your pussy. With my thumb, I rub your clit while you lean your head back, moaning softly. Out of the corner of my eye I see your hand moving. Then I feel it on my crotch. You start squeezing and rubbing, and I move my head back up to kiss you. You lean forward, putting your weight into it, shoving me against the wall, not breaking the kiss, my finger still inside you.

You start undoing the buttons on my shirt and then push the shirt off my shoulders; it slides down my arms and onto the floor. Next you reach both hands down and start undoing my pants, and you pull them down along with my boxers, at the same time sliding your body down mine. I can feel your soft breasts and their hard nipples sliding down my chest, then I feel your soft flesh on my cock, then I feel your cheek brush my cock. I'm so excited, I feel like I could come right then. You grasp my cock in your hand, rubbing it gently on your cheek. Then I feel wetness and warmth on the head of my cock. I feel your tongue slooowly sliding up my shaft. When you get to the head, your tongue slides around clumsily, rolling around the head. Then I feel your hot breath on my shaft, then I feel myself engulfed in you. You can feel my pulse through my cock, I'm so excited. Your hands are rubbing my thighs, inside, outside, around to squeeze my ass. One hand finds its way to my cock and I feel myself exit your mouth. I'm disappointed, but only temporarily, as I feel your soft tongue applying pressure to my balls. You spend a few moments sucking and caressing my balls with your tongue, and a couple more moments bathing just under my scrotum with saliva. Then you take my cock back into your mouth.

Shortly after, you stand up again and start walking backwards towards the sink, holding me by my waist, bringing me with you. You lift yourself up onto the sink and pull my head down to kiss you more. I feel your fingers wrap around my cock again. I can feel your pussy rubbing on my penis; I realize you're using my cock to stimulate your clit. Then I feel wetness, LOTS of wetness. I feel more warmth, so warm it feels like it's on fire. I realize you're pulling me into your vagina. I oblige without a second thought, pushing my hips towards yours, further, further, until our hips meet. I slowly start to withdraw, and you have that familiar look on your face, one of utter amazement. I pull all the way out and you grab my cock again, using it once more to rub your clit, then you pull me back in again. We start a slow rhythm:

Innnn

...Out

Innnn

...Out

Seeing you is such a sight, wearing nothing but a skirt. It's even hotter than if you were totally naked. I feel your muscles squeezing me from inside, your fingers are gripped tight into my back, and we're looking straight into each other's eyes like we can see each other's souls. You're moaning quite a bit, as am I. Our rhythm starts picking up speed:

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In-out-in-out-in-out.

You're moaning loudly now, telling me "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come..." I lean down until my shoulder is in front of your face, and you bite down on me to muffle your cries. I feel your vagina clamp down on me and your entire body reacts the same way, clamping: your legs wrap around behind me, pulling me deeper, your hands dig in even further, you bury your face deeper into my shoulder. All this is too much; it won't be long before I come. As I feel the come from your pussy hit above my cock and pouring down over my balls and thighs, I can't take it anymore; feeling you come on me pushes me over the edge, and my semen starts boiling up my shaft. As I groan, I can hear your muffled cries in my shoulder, "I'm coming! Oh god I'm coming! FUCK ME!!!" like you always do. My hot come shoots into your belly, spurt after spurt, in an orgasm that doesn't seem to end. Both our bodies are spasming and we can't move. We're just locked together tightly, sharing this climax. Finally, our orgasms start to die down, and I start moving again, slowly, sliding in and out.

When our orgasm is completely finished, I slide out of you. After a few moments catching your breath, you come down from the sink to lick my cock clean, and I return the favor. We kiss again, not too soft, not too hard, just right. Our kisses feel so perfect. We are both on a euphoric high (and a little bit of vodka). We help each other dress and open the door, and see someone waiting to use the bathroom.

As we walk out, we wonder, just how long we were in there? Did people notice we were missing in action? Did anyone think it suspicious that the hostess was nowhere to be found? Did we miss anything good at the party? Ohhhh SHIT, did people hear us!? The music was up kind of loud but still, we wonder... As we exit your bedroom and go back to the party, everything seems normal, but I can't quite figure out if they know or not. "Oh well," I decide, "if they know, who cares? And if they don't know, who cares?" And I wonder to myself if you care at all if they know. The rest of the party goes completely normally, but you continue giving me those looks, making me wonder if there's more in store when the guests have left...



The Party



Lauren had met a man on the Internet. They had chatted for several days, each having similar interests, they decided to meet. However, she was skeptical about meeting him for the first time. Dan happened to live in a small college town about four hours away. He was planning to have a small party at his house, just a few of his tattoo clients and other friends. Knowing her friend Catherine had once attended the small college, she asked her to ride with her and go to the party. She was excited at the chance to relive some of her wild college days and accepted the invitation excitedly. 

It was a long drive and the closer they got, the more nervous Lauren became. They stopped at a local grocery store to pickup some beer and Smirnoff Ice and continued with the directions to Dan’s house. Parking in front of the house, they took a deep breath, gathered their overnight bags, alcohol, and walked up the front door. Lauren was greeted by Dan’s familiar face and she introduced Catherine to him. They walked into the house and were greeted by a room full of people.

The party was in full force, the room full of laughter. The variety of music was great, everyone taking turns of his or her favorite type of music. Everyone was dancing and the alcohol was flowing liberally. Lauren and Catherine had a bit of making up to do, wasting no time they opened their bottles. Dan took Lauren on a tour of the house and to find a quiet, more private place to talk and get to know each other better. Catherine, on the other hand, looked around the room at the other people in the room, taking a sly inventory of the men. She sauntered over to the couch, sat down, and joined in the conversation. 

She saw him from across the room. He looked young, but he was very charismatic in his conversation about music, but he had a devilish twinkle in his eye that she found irresistible. She walked over and introduced herself; his name was Jack. They quickly picked up a witty banter and the more they chatted, she found out that he was 19 years young, but wise beyond his years. 

Jack and Catherine spent the next few hours talking, laughing, and dancing. After a while they noticed the room had cleared out and they were the only ones in the room. A slow romantic song was cued up on the stereo and he took her by the hand for yet another slow, embracing dance. This dance was different though; their eyes met knowing instantly what each other desired. 

Jack led her to the bedroom, closed the door and lit a single candle. He turned, faced her, and pounced on her. It happened so quick it was almost primal. Their lips met and they wrapped their arms around each other. Her arms worked their way up his shoulders and around his neck. Her fingers ran up the back of his neck and into his hair. She made a purring noise as he moaned into their kiss. Their tongues danced freely, each enjoying the taste of each other. His hands slid down to the small of her back and pressed himself against her. His hips gyrated against hers; intensifying the increasing need they both felt growing between them.

Jack gently lowered Catherine to the bed both still intertwined. He lifted off her only long enough to divest himself of his shirt. She ran her hands down his bared chest and looked hungrily at him once again. She nibbled on each nipple making them hard. Jack moaned softly, rolled back over onto her, and gazed down at her face watching the candlelight reflect in her eyes. He leaned down and caught her bottom lip with his teeth, teasing her lips, and kissing down her soft sweet-smelling neck. She purred softly as she moved her hips, grinding against him, feeling his cock grow stiff. Her hands reached around him and moved down to his lower back, pressing his cock against her aching clit. Jack made quick work of removing Catherine’s clothing; she now lay bare beneath him. Her hands proceeded down to unbutton his jeans and lowered the zipper, sliding her hands over his tight ass. She grabbed his tight cheeks in her hands, kneading the flesh, and pulled him tightly against her once again. Catherine moved her hands towards the front of him, feeling his hard cock now throbbing between them. She gasped in amazement at the length and girth of him, she was giddy with excitement. She silently prayed that his youthful stamina would also be as impressive. 

She took his long, hard cock and rubbed it against her swelling clit. He moved around on her, into the infamous 69, and began licking her clit as she moved to take his cock in her mouth. He put his arms around her upper thighs so that he could keep her spread wide and still for his tantalizing assault. Using his fingers to spread her lips as his tongue teased the swollen bud. Catherine gasped and tested the restraint of his thick arms, unable to move she just moaned in delight. With his hard cock in front of her, she began her own torturous adventure. She licked up and down the length of his hard cock, suckling on his balls before she finally took him in her mouth. She licked his swollen head and blew her warm breath against it. She knew this had the desired effect as she felt his body stiffen. She slowly moved her lips over his head, her tongue licking around it a few times before she swallowed his hardness. Jack began to fuck her mouth slowly careful not to rush her. She could hear Jacks muffled moans vibrate against her wet clit. 

Both close to their first orgasms, and both wanting to prolong the ecstasy, Jack repositioned himself in the missionary style. Catherine took his slippery cock and guided his throbbing shaft inside of her. He slowly entered her until he was buried deep inside her and remained motionless. The tight fit of his hard cock almost made her cum at that point. He leaned down and whispered in her ear “how’s that feel baby, damn…you’ve got a tight pussy.” Catherine could feel her eyes roll back in her head and felt a warm sensation rush down her back with his warm breath against her ear. Her pussy clenched onto his cock, holding it tight within her. She could feel Jack’s hardness throb deep inside her. Jack slowly started sliding in and out of her tightness. At one point, just when he was about to exit her dripping pussy, he rammed it back in quickly making Catherine’s head buck off the pillow and dig her nails into his back. Seeing the desired reaction to his hard thrusts on her, he pounded her tight, wet pussy a few more times. Bringing her once again to the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm only to once again change positions on her. 

Jack rolls Catherine’s heaving, breathless body over and pulls her hips up. He leans down and starts licking her dripping pussy from behind. Paying particular attention to circling his tongue around her clit and nibbling on it. He runs his hand up and down her pussy lips and firmly taps her clit. Jack smiles as her body jerks in reaction to the love tap. He takes his cock in hand and drags it up and down her moist slit. Jack reaches for a hip to hold onto and positions his cock at the entrance her heated pussy and with a quick thrust, buries it once again deep. Catherine screamed into the pillow grasping the sheets in her hands. He fucks her hard this way, reaching up and grabbing a fistful of hair in one hand pulling her head back towards him as his other hand reaches and pinches a nipple. She felt him lean against her back, biting her ear, breathing heavy in ear. She could feel his cock stroking her g-spot. Catherine at this point is whimpering and moaning loudly. Each forceful thrust bringing her closer to the soul shattering orgasm that is about to overtake her, Catherine screamed at her release not caring who could hear.

Panting, she fell onto the mattress, wincing as he grabbed an ankle and flipped her on her back once again. His cock slipped back inside her throbbing pussy, he leaned back far enough so he could watch her tight pussy lips swallow him back inside. He watched as his cock stroked in and out of her, lifting his hips just so that his shaft would make contact with her swollen, throbbing clit. Jack reached around her right leg and lifted it over his shoulder, pounding her once again with force. She writhed under him, lifting to meet each deep stroke. Jack leaned down and suckled on her ample nipples, biting them. He grabbed her hair once again and pulled on each side her head, using it to give himself leverage. Catherine’s arms wrapped around his lower back, pulling him to her tight, and once again milking his cock with her pussy muscles. Arching her back off the bed, his cock kept up the steady pace as she once again screamed out in ecstasy.

Jack, feeling his own orgasm imminent, withdrew from her and straddled her chest. He pointed his cock to her parted moist lips. He ran his head against her bottom lip making her open her mouth in a reflexive response. Catherine moved her hands around his ass cheeks…holding them…squeezing them. She slid her hands between his legs to fondle his balls. She anxiously awaited his seed as she felt his balls harden. She was ready for him. Her mouth opened and her tongue licked her lips as the first drop of cum was shot into her awaiting mouth. She swallowed, licking her lips, lifting a bit to lick his glistening head. She took his semi-hard cock in her mouth and milked it for every last drop of his tasty seed. 

Jack collapsed on top of Catherine. Both could feel their hearts racing and neither could talk over an audible whisper. They lay in each other’s arms and waited for their breathing to return to normal. He stroked her arm and kissed her on the forehead and asked what she was thinking. She responded with an evil grin “I’m thinking I would like to fuck this 19 year old once a week” 

They both giggled and realized that neither had seen Lauren and Dan in a very long time. Both Jack and Catherine drifted off into a blissful sleep, both completely relaxed and spent.



The Party



she watched Him watching her. The man gave off such an air that she couldn't help but notice Him. Every time she looked His way, He would be looking at her. Chills ran up and down her spine. her hands shook when she reached for her drink. In a room full of people, she felt alone, somewhat frightened. The party had been a last minute decision and now she found herself wishing she had decided the other way. Friends she knew were talking to her, but she couldn't concentrate, she had no idea what was being said to her. Finally, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the stranger walking towards her, smiling that devilish smile that always was on His beautiful lips. Yes, she thought He was a handsome man, a bad boy kind of handsome, a kind of handsome that scared her to the bones. 

Quickly, she thanked her host and hostess and made a bee-line for the door, only to find He was blocking it. He was standing right in front of it with His foot propped up behind Him. she turned and went toward the backdoor, only to find it too, was blocked, the caterers had monopolized it since the backdoor was the only access to the kitchen from the carport. she felt trapped, like an animal waiting for it's captor to come and get it over with. Looking around her for some kind of escape, she discovered that maybe she didn't have to actually leave, just make Him think she had. Good plan. Very good plan, except that she felt His eyes on her once again. she ran for a door she saw on the back wall of the kitchen, opening it, she didn't know where it lead, only that she may be able to find an escape. Or maybe not, she thought as she realized the door lead to the basement. Good move she thought. At least with people around, she was safe, now she was all alone. 

Silly girl, He thought as He watched her go to the basement. she thought she could out maneuver Him. Shaking His head, He followed her. He had been watching her since she first walked into the room. A very beautiful woman she was. she was just the kind of woman He liked, shy, skittish like a deer, any sudden movement and she would bolt. Well, she had bolted and He enjoyed the hunt, the tracking, the smell of fear the emitted from her. He closed the door behind Him and locked it. 

"I know you're in here." He spoke low, He knew He had a deep voice and He knew how to use it to frighten her. "Don't make Me have to look for you, I will find you and when I do..." He saw a movement, although they were in the basement, the full moon shone brightly through the windows. He heard a soft, squeaky voice.

"W-what do You want from me?"

He smiled and followed the fear.

"Why, My dear, you know what I want."

He saw her silhouette only an arm's stretch away from Him. He reached out and grabbed her arm. He swung her around to face Him and grabbed a handful of hair. He gently pulled her head back and kissed the lips that He knew would be so sweet tasting. she gasped for air and fought Him slightly. He ignored her tiny fists that were trying to pound on His broad shoulders, they were nothing more than a mere annoyance. He kissed her throat, the loose fitting top that she was wearing had fallen off her shoulder just slightly, He kissed her there, taking in her sweet smelling perfume. Her small hands relaxed and made their way to his hair, tangling themselves in it. she gasped for air once again as His hands fondled her breast. 

He took one of her hands from His head and placed it on his ever growing cock, she squeezed it hard and a groan escaped both of them. Forcing her down on her knees, not having to use too much force at that, He opened His zipper and pulled out his throbbing member. she quickly took it in her warm mouth and immediately started sucking. she groaned and the vibrations went through Him like electricity, "That's it, I could tell you were a nasty little cock sucker." He whispered as she pulled His balls out of the opening in His pants and massaged them. "Suck it, you little slut." she sucked and massaged until He was standing on the edge. He pushed her aside rather roughly, glaring at her. It scared her and she stood quickly and turned to run. He grabbed her, threw her back down on the floor. He pulled the short tight skirt up over her ass and saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. It took all of His will not to cum at just the sight. "I knew it, you are a slut. And right now, you are My slut." He entered her in one swift and careful movement, she was tight and wet and hot. her juices were running down her thigh and when he reached up and grabbed her tits, the nipples were like little pebbles. He squeezed them and pinched and pulled them. she squirmed and squealed and began to thrust herself backwards onto His hard shaft. He could feel she was about to cum, He reached down between her legs and tickled her clit, she grew tighter, louder and her juices grew thicker and hotter. 

"Cover my cock with your cum." He grunted as she came hard, she went completely stiff, with her head back and screaming, "OH MY GOD!!!!!" He couldn't take any more, as her hot cunt was squeezing the life out of His cock, he exploded inside of her. she began to rock back and forth, getting His hot cum deeper inside of her. He held onto her hips and held her still. 

Finally, their bodies slowed as did their heart beats. But not her fiery temper. 

"Dammit, Will, now i really do have to go home."

Will looked at his beautiful wife, smiling.

"Oh? Why is that, Charlene? Did you get something on your skirt?"

Charlene slapped at Will playfully, "Come on, let's go so we can finish this at home."

"Like I said, you are a slut."

"Yeah, but i'm Your slut. Always and only Yours."

They kissed a deep passionate kiss after the stood and fixed their clothes so they could be presentable enough to make their excuses and go home to finish their little game of cat and mouse.



The Party



Jack settled into his chair to read the biography he got for his birthday last week. His wife and three sons had gone with her parents to their lakefront cottage for a month. His job wouldn’t let him leave the city where it was hot and muggy. He was going to join them at the end of the month for a quiet 3 day weekend. It was all he could afford to take. After all, as his wife constantly told him, they had to get a new car this year, the other one is two years old.

He sighed. The biography wasn’t holding his interest. His mind wandered, thinking of the redhead he saw at the liquor store tonight. She was dressed in a tight green dress that left little to the imagination. Lately, Jack found that all he had was his imagination. His wife, a wonderful woman, was not as interested in sex as he was. He didn’t consider himself a pervert but at this stage of his life, he realized he missed the excitement that sex for sex’s sake could bring.

His best friend Dave had left him a message inviting him to a private club Saturday night. Dave and his wife of 15 years had recently divorced and he was taking full advantage of his freedom. Jack was with him in the drugstore last Sunday when Dave bought his weeks supply of rubbers. The man didn’t even use Viagra and said his sex life was better than when he was 17! And yes, Jack admitted to himself he was jealous.

He listened with concealed eagerness to all of Dave’s stories. For the last month all Dave did was rave about this new private club he joined where all the men and women would live out their fantasies with each other. He said they all chose a slip of paper with a number on it when they entered the house, the men had blue paper, and the women had pink. When a number was drawn, the man and the woman with that number would have to live out a fantasy chosen by the host. Dave said he was last week’s host and as he told the story of his fantasy, Jack could feel the familiar tightening of his cock. 

Now, he stood up. He had to stop thinking about it all the time! He chided himself for being a rutting horndog. He smiled. He’d never been a rutting horndog even when he was a teenager. He was the responsible one. The one who went to college, married well, started his own business and provided for his family. He was settled. Reliable.

“I’m boring!” he sighed. The phone rang and he sat back down to answer it. It was Dave telling him what time the party started at the club tomorrow night.

“I’m not sure,” Jack said.

“Come on!” Dave said. “You have never seen so much naked flesh in your life. The women are all hot and they’ll do anything you want…man, I mean ANYTHING!”

“I wouldn’t know what to ask any of them to do. I’ve told you Dave, I don’t have an imagination when it comes to sex.”

“That’s bull!” Dave replied. “Just because your wife is cold doesn’t mean YOU don’t have a libido. Just one time, please, for me. Just try it one time. It’s completely safe and totally confidential. Hell, one of guys is a judge!”

Jack looked at his book. That was his weekend. Reading about someone else’s life instead of living his own.

“Ok,” he sighed. “Tell me where it is and I’ll meet you there.”

“I’ll call you with the address. It’s kept secret until a couple of hours before the party. To protect everyone’s privacy, they are really anal about it!”

“Ok. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Jack hung up the phone and walked into the kitchen. He had a sandwich at the office about three o’clock but now it was almost seven and he was hungry again. The kitchen was huge. His wife loved to entertain and cook fancy gourmet meals. One side of the kitchen was all windows that looked out onto the house next door. Jack’s house sat on a slight incline so standing at the sink, he could look out the window and down slightly into the family room of the house next door.

She was bending over from the waist, doing some kind of exercise. She wore a pair of light blue spandex biking shorts and a white sports bra. Jack sighed. He lost count of the times he stood and looked at her. He’d begun to have dreams about her and had to force himself to stop. Her name was Shari and she had been the first neighbor to welcome them to the area when they moved in five years ago. She was also a sweet person. She worked part time in a gift shop at Bayside University Hospital and was a freelance photographer. She did weddings and other special occasions and had even done some portraits of the families in the neighborhood. She was married to Randy, a lump of a man who continued to believe he was still in college and all that mattered to him was which team was going to win the game this week. He owned a chain of sporting goods stores and spent a lot of his weekends flying to Vegas with his buddies.

Jack quickly turned out the kitchen light and stood in the dark, watching Shari’s workout. She wasn’t very tall, about 5’3” with long golden-wheat colored hair. Tonight, it was pulled back into a ponytail that made her look like she was a teenager. He looked lower and realized that her breasts could never be the breasts of a teenager. He guessed they were bigger than his wife’s and she was a 32B. Shari’s were probably a 34C, they were full and in the thin sports bra, he could detect the dark circles around her nipples. He sucked in his breath as he realized he was getting hard. He turned away, forgetting that he was hungry and went upstairs to take a shower and masturbate until he was too tired to think.

~~ Jack looked at the house as he sat in his car. There was a light misting of rain and he could see his breath as he faced out the driver’s window. This was the place. There were about 20 cars parked in the long semi-circular driveway and along the street. None of the other houses seemed to have any lights on inside. Maybe they were all at the party, Jack thought.

Steeling himself and promising to leave quickly if he was uncomfortable, Jack got out of the car and headed to the front door. He rang the bell and Dave answered it. 

“Hey buddy! I’m glad you made it!” Dave waved Jack into the room.

“I’m still not sure about..”

Dave cut him off, “it’s going to be fine. Don’t worry.”

Jack sighed as Dave took him by the arm and drew him into the house. There wasn’t time to see what kind of place it was as Jack looked around because everywhere he looked there was someone half dressed, being kissed or stroked or rubbed. Most of the women were wearing thong panties and bras while a lot of the men were still dressed. Jack could feel his stomach tighten. He felt as though he was taking the SAT’s again.

Dave led him over the host, an affable man named Sterling. Sterling said to enjoy himself, any friend of Dave’s..blah blah blah and if you need Viagra it’s in the kitchen in a bowl by the sink. Dave led him around calling out the names of people so fast that Jack knew he’d never remember their names. The women were good looking, some downright gorgeous. Some were made up too much for his taste and a few that he thought he’d only be able to kiss if it was dark, very dark.

Someone thrust a piece of blue paper into their hands and moved on. Jack looked at his number. It was 7, which had always been a bad number for him. His boyhood pet, a big golden retriever named Seven died after being hit by a car. He was married on the 7th of June. Dave chuckled beside him.

“Lucky eleven!” he cried. “I’m gonna get lucky tonight!”

“How do you know?” Jack asked.

“Just a feeling, in my gut. Hell, even if I don’t get picked for the fantasy, there’s so much sex going on here that you start humping and someone jumps on you!”

I can’t do it, Jack thought. He turned to leave and then he saw her. She was standing at the back of the room in a white dress. Her eyes were wide in fear and her hand covered her mouth. Her hair hung over her shoulders. It was Shari! She turned to the girl next to her and they put their heads together and giggled. Shari started to move and her friend caught her arm. Shari turned and looked directly into Jack’s eyes.

He felt a current of electricity shoot down his spine. He couldn’t take his eyes away from hers. She smiled slightly and nodded, acknowledging him. Jack turned back the other way. There was no way in hell he was leaving now!

Sterling stood on a chair and yelled for attention. Someone thrust a glass of wine in Jack’s hand and he drained it in three big gulps. He needed that false courage!

“Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to the party. For those who’ve never been here before the rules are simple. There are no rules!!” Several men cheered and the ladies whistled.

“The object of each party is to fulfill a fantasy. The original 12 members of the club have each written a fantasy on a slip of paper. One man and one woman will be chosen to begin the fantasy. After that, anything goes as long as everyone consents and no one gets hurt.”

A naked woman with a tanned trim body walked up to where Sterling stood. She lifted a bowl filled with blue paper above her head. Her breasts, tiny with big aureoles, pointed up with the bowl. Sterling reached into the bowl and drew out a piece of paper.

Everyone stood quietly looking at his or her paper. “The man who will be our male lead tonight holds number seven!”

Jack felt his knees give out! Dave yelped, clapped him on the back and pushed him forward. He walked slowly through the crowd accepting congratulations as he went.

Sterling motioned to him to stand next to the chair. 

“Now ladies, please look at the paper in your hand and the one with number seven, please step forward.” The crowd looked around waiting for one of the women to move.

In the back of the room, Dave saw a blur of white as Shari moved through the throng of half naked men and women. She was hugged and squeezed as she walked up to Sterling and stood on his other side. She looked like she was blushing.

“Now, we will give our players their fantasy. As soon as they get it, they’re friends will take them to the playroom in the basement to get ready. We’ve got lots of costumes there, so please feel free to help yourself.”

Dave walked forward and stood behind Jack and Shari’s friend stood beside her holding her hand for support.

The trim bowl carrier walked forward and held up a bowl of white paper to Sterling. He reached in, pulled out a piece of paper and read it to himself. A slow smile appeared on his face and he looked out at the crowd, caught someone’s eye and winked wickedly.

“Tonight for your fantasy pleasure. We have a rebel, a man who wears leather and denim, rides a Harley, takes women as he wants them and shares them with his motorcycle gang. Ladies gentleman and we are that gang. Our male lead is the rebel. Our lovely female lead his the rebel’s latest victim. She is the daughter of the local minister, a young girl who felt sorry for our rebel and allowed him to talk her into going back to his house to talk. Are there any questions?” Sterling looked to his left at Shari and her friend, then to his right at Jack and Dave.

“Let’s get started!”

Dave pulled Jack’s arm and led him to a door in the back of the room. They entered a stairwell that took them to the basement playroom. It was set up with couches around the sides of the room and mattresses on the floor. There was a slightly raised stage at one end of the room and a doorway off to the left of the stage. Dave eagerly led Jack back to the door. As they entered, Dave saw two curtained partitions. 

“Go in there,” Dave pointed to one of the dressing areas, “ I’ll see what I can find for you to wear. Better strip down.”

“Dave, I’m not so…” he was going to say he had changed his mind but then Shari and her friend walked through the door. They both went into the other partition. Jack turned and walked into the empty dressing area and pulled the sheet that served as an opening. He stripped down to his jockey shorts and stood nervously waiting for Dave to return. He could hear the two girls talking next door.

“Oh my God, Shari, you need to be shaved! You’re pussy has hair on it and you’re supposed to be sweet and young and innocent. Shari’s friend left the cubicle and came back a few minutes later with the naked woman who held up the bowls earlier. Jack moved closer to the curtain to hear what they were saying.

“Tina, this is my friend, Shari. Shari, this is Tina.”

The girls exchanged greetings and Jack could hear the pfft of shaving cream. 

“This isn’t going to hurt at all, I’ve done it so many times, I’ve lost count. I’ve did it on you Annie, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. The first time I joined. It was hell though my pussy hair is so damn thick, it took forever to get it off!” Annie giggled.

“If I remember right, you came once while I was shaving you so that’s why it took longer!” The girls laughed loudly.

Jack decided he better stop listening as their conversation was making him hard. He thought maybe he should go pee and wash up a bit, so he slipped back into his pants, left the cubicle and headed to the door marked ‘bathroom’. He had to walk in front of the girls cubicle and as he did he glanced at it and realized he could see into the space.

Shari stood with one leg on a chair, legs spread wide, and the girl named Tina was squatting on the floor in front of her shaving her pussy hair. She would take one of the lips of Shari’s pussy and pull it taut while the razor slowly removed the blond hair. The sight of Tina’s fingers in Shari’s pussy gave Jack a buzz. He only had a little wine but suddenly he felt like he was going to pass out. He went to the bathroom, relieved himself and washed up, carefully splashing water on his face to calm down.

When he left the room, he noticed the curtain to the cubicle was closed. Dave was waiting for him in his own cubicle with a pair of jeans and a black leather jacket.

“Put these on man.” He said.

“Where’s the shirt?” 

“No shirt, trust me, you want to wear as few clothes as possible!” Dave laughed. “And no shoes. Barefoot is ok. Remember this is for fun it’s not a real play!”

Dave hurriedly dressed and Dave fluffed his hair out a bit to make him look wild. When they were ready, they left the cubicle. Dave went back out the to playroom to tell Sterling they were done.

Jack looked over and watched Shari as she emerged from her cubicle. She had her long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a white blouse, a plaid skirt, white socks with a ruffle around the ankle and high heels. She looked nervous, but definitely hot!

Annie left them alone.

Shari moved to stand next to Jack.

“Are you nervous?” she asked in a soft whisper.

“Scared shitless!” he admitted. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I wanted to run out after I got here.”

“Me too. Then I saw you and thought it would be ok.”

“Me?” Jack asked. “Why would I make it ok.”

“Because I trust you.” She said simply.

Jack looked into her green eyes and watched as they darkened with some emotion he hoped was lust. He knew his brown eyes were sizzling with it!

“I would never hurt you,” he said.

“I know. But the fantasy has to be like you’re forcing me. I know you won’t really, so I’m going to resist sometimes ok?”

“Ok. We’ll give them a good show then! Just whisper in my ear if I go too far.”

“I will. I’ll try to be a good girl,” she said with an innocent smile, but her eyes twinkled with promise. She flirted with him coyly.

“You better be good or I might have to spank you!”

“Mmmm. I might like that!” she laughed. She turned and leaned against him. Jack could feel her hardened nipples even through his jacket. He put his hand boldly on her ass and squeezed hard.

She gasped and closed her eyes. He pulled her closer until there was no room between them. He thrust his knew between her legs and put his mouth hungrily on hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, forcing her mouth open, tasting her, taunting her.

He drew back and watched as she opened her eyes. She smiled.

“Let’s give them the best show they’ve ever seen. Don’t hold back!” she breathed.

“Are there any limits?” Jack asked.

“I’m in your complete control. Use me. Offer me to them. Take what you want, I’ll pretend to resist sometimes but know this,” she leaned against him and put her hand on his hardened cock, “know that you can do anything you want to me…anything.”

“Let’s go!” Dave interrupted them and they turned to go out on stage.

** The stage had only a few props. A sofa, a wide armchair, a wooden kitchen table and a coffee table with thick legs. The crowd was gathered in groups facing the stage. Some sitting on sofas along the wall, others lounging on the mattresses. There was a group of five or six men and women kneeling in front of the stage eager for the show to begin.

Jack and Shari were alone on the stage.

Jack took Shari’s hand and pulled her towards the middle of the stage. As promised, she resisted and pulled back, trying to get away. Jack then took both her hands and yanked her to him. He held her arms above her head and rubbed his cock against her belly. The crowd whispered their approval. He turned her around with a swirl of her skirt and stood behind her. He moved her arms down and placed them between them, holding them there as he wrapped his arms around her.

He ran his hands over her face and down her neck. He pulled slightly at the top button of her blouse and it gave way with a small pop. Shari struggled but Jack only squeezed her tighter. He thought he heard her whisper ‘yes’. He slipped his right hand into her blouse, cupping her breast. He pulled his hand out and with both hands he tore the front of her blouse open, exposing her white lace bra. The crown moaned.

Using both hands, he massaged her tits, squeezing the nipples. He rubbed his cock, contained in the tight jeans, against her ass. With his right hand, he reached in and pulled her left tit out of the bra. He then pulled her right tit out. They were round and luscious. His mouth watered for a taste of the brown nipples! He took her nipples between his fingers and pulled them straight out, let them go, pulled them out. Harder and harder he pulled on them until they were like elongated erasers. They got darker and darker the harder he pulled.

“God!” Shari moaned softly. She took a deep breath, and catching Jack off guard, she pulled away from him. She took two steps to the back of the stage before he caught her by her ponytail. He pulled her back to him. This time facing him.

“You ok?” he asked almost under his breath.

“God, don’t stop.” She whispered.

With Shari now facing the audience, Jack pulled up her skirt, giving them look at her tight round ass in the white cotton panties. These were not the thong or bikini panties that a woman would wear. They were the type of panties a teen girl might wear at an all girls school.

Shari kept her hands between them as Jacks hands roamed up and down her ass cheeks. He took the panties and pulled them into the crack of her ass, exposing both naked cheeks. He pulled each cheek away from the crack, knowing that the bunched up panties were the only thing keeping everyone from seeing her tight, puckered asshole.

He took her by the shoulders and turned her around. His hands going immediately to the velcro that held her skirt waistband closed. He pulled it and slipped the skirt down her hips to lay at her feet on the floor. He then pulled her blouse off, and she stood in front of the group clad only in her white bra and panties.

He removed his jacket and stood behind her again. This time, he pulled the crotch of her panties between her freshly shaven pussy lips. The group of people in the front of the stage leaned forward to get a better look. Jack moved Shari from left to right, showing them her naked pussy lips.

“I want her panties.” A man said.

Jack moved Shari to the edge of the stage as the man’s hands reached up. The man put his hands in the elastic waist of her panties and pulled them roughly down her legs. Shari stepped out of them and the man quickly put the panties to his nose, smelling her juices. Jack reached between them and unhooked the bra. It fell to the floor. And now, Shari stood in front of them all, naked.




The Party



Run your hands down my body pushing driving hurting wanting, needing me, wanting you, lust love heat wetness all of it accumulated and forceful and needing to be released NOW.

We’ve spent all night flirting, looking at each other, watching and waiting, wanting and needing. Sparks jumping, accidental touches, hot glances. Wanting to be alone, wanting to do what we’ve wanted for so long now, wanting to finally just fuck each other senseless, wanting to give in to the lust and heat that’s been taking over our bodies, the past years, friendship, growing and growing.

Knowing tonight was the night, knowing that tonight we’d give in, and do it. Knowing tonight I’d feel your hands, those hard, rough hands on my body, inside my body. Knowing I’d run my hands over you, all over you. Knowing that tonight I’d make you mine, and me yours, forever…

Finally, quietly, unobtrusively, sneaking away from the crowd, our friends, the party, those people, dragging me silently by the hand into the bathroom, cold tiles, white walls, no romance here just lust.

Backing me up against the shower wall, praying we don’t slip, don’t fall, although in a sense it’s too late, we're already falling, spiraling down into this pit of mad lust and need...

Picking me up, I wrap my legs around your waist, kissing, moaning into your mouth, tasting your tongue, you’re biting my lips, silent silent must be silent but ohhh the heat I can feel your hand, the one supporting my weight the other on my body, I can feel your heat and my heat and I want your hands I want them on me near me IN me oh god yes now please

Feel your hot breath, hotter lips on my neck, teeth biting and grinding, sucking kissing biting, that exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure, leaving red marks, that will change into bruises for me to look at tomorrow, for me to look at and remember.. So I will KNOW this wasn’t some fantasy, some dream…

I gasp, as you brutally shove two fingers inside me, moving my underwear to the side, finding my clit, Jesus Christ, I'm not sure whether this is pain or pleasure, some exquisite mix of the two making me moan out loud, forgetting that someone could be outside the door.

You pull away, you break our kiss, you bite my lip, I slide down, you let me go, I'm sitting on the floor of the shower, the shower I've showered in, the shower my best friend has showered in, the shower you showered in, never did I think we'd be here together. Feel the bass from the music downstairs pumping pumping adding to the surreal feeling spreading through my body, undo your belt, undo your button, your zipper, undo you. Pull out your cock, mmmm beautiful, so warm, so hard, I want to hold it, I want to touch it, I want to feel it, in my hands, in my mouth, in me...

I can feel my panties getting damper and damper, beyond damp, they’re wet, I'm dripping, I’m aching with lust, with want, fuck just fuck me I want you I need you ..

You reach down, you lift me back up, you’re thinking the same as I am, no time, just sex just out there hot sex right now, you lift up my skirt, you pull down my underwear, your pants are at your ankles, your satin boxers following fast, you've lifted me up again an then all of a sudden you're in you're in me your hard warm cock is inside me and I’m feeling it I’m feeling you, ohhh I’m feeling you, you're holding me up, I’m wrapped around you, you have one hand on my ass, my tight ass, damn it feels good, the other one is working my breasts, mm you're pinching and pulling, and it hurts and it feels SO FUCKING GOOD, and we're riding faster and faster, you're thrusting deeper and deeper, I’m trying so hard not to moan and scream and SCREAM and MOAN as my orgasm and your orgasm mount and mount, higher and higher, its building to a climax that can only be reached by moving faster and harder and harder and harder and you're panting and I’m panting and its happening oh god its happening we're cumming together and FUCK what a climax what an orgasm mmmm

Slowly... sliding down the glass shower wall together...sitting side by side... holding hands... you look at me. I look at you. Not sure whether to laugh... or just fucking start again…

Knowing that this was only the first night of many, knowing that now the first step has been taken, that we’ve done what we wanted to do, and knowing it can only get better. .. Knowing that there will be more; more wild hot sex, more lust and more pleasure…



The Party



As she reaches between her thighs with the soapy cloth, Megan’s mind begins to wander to the night's upcoming events. She knows that this party is the last thing that Bill really wants to attend but they made their commitment months ago and backing out now would be difficult at best. How can she repay him for going along without too much grumbling? 

Her attention is diverted from her problem back to the task at hand. Sensually her fingers have been stroking and teasing her lips. Unconsciously her body has begun to respond. Megan throws her head back, leans against the shower wall and begins to fully enjoy the sensations. Dropping the washcloth, she uses just her fingers. Deftly they fly over the puffy outer lips, swollen now with desire. Swirling her fingers through the soft hair she feels a shudder over take her. As the warm water runs down her face, little rivers form as they travel over her full breasts. Droplets fall from her nipples in rhythm to her breathing. Her passion rising, Megan’s pussy begins to flower allowing her easier access. Feeling her pulse pounding in her clitoris, she delicately touches it. A moan escapes her lips as she feels how hard it already is. Gently stroking the shaft, she builds her arousal as her mind drifts to Bill. Slowly an idea forms in her mind. With a few more caresses she stops her self pleasure. An ache immediately begins, an ache that will serve her well in the next few hours. Smiling slyly to herself, Megan steps from the shower and begins to towel off.

Opening her dresser, she selects a boudoir set that Bill loves. Black lace bra, panties and matching garter-belt. Laying them out on the bed she turns to finish her makeup and hair. Afterwards she places drops of Bill's favorite scent on her throat, between her breasts, and with a devilish smile, a small drop at the cleft of her ass and her pussy. Slipping into her garter-belt, then stockings, she pulls her panties on. Next, she slides into her heels. Last, she puts on her bra and walks into the room in which Bill is waiting.

"Sweetheart, would you hook me please?", she innocently asks turning her back to him.

From his seated position, her full, round ass is level with his face. Playing the moment to the hilt, Megan bends forward from the waist allowing her breasts to fill the cups, well, that's what she wants Bill to think. 

He runs his hands over her silken ass, up over her tummy to cup her breasts as he buries his face in the black lace before him. Rising from the chair, he kisses his way up her back to her neck where he deeply inhales her perfume. Megan has now begun to lean backwards into him as he kisses and nibbles his way to her lips. His fingers have found her nipples, hard now pushing against the lace. Bill lightly pinches them and begins to tug causing a shudder to run through Megan. Deftly, she wiggles from his grasp and turns as if to admonish him. 

"Bill, we'll never get to the party at this rate."

"Who cares about that damn party with you like this in front of me. I don't care if we're late or if we even go at all," he replies as he reaches for her.

Megan clutches her bra to her breasts as if to shield them, straps still dangling from her back. She turns and walks towards the bedroom tossing a remark over her shoulder. 

"I’ll be ready in 5 minutes. Why don't you go start the car and I’ll be right there."

Watching her jiggle out of the room, he is both exasperated with her and amused. Damn she can ignite him. Well, he decides, we'll just see how long we stay.

Megan hurriedly finishes dressing. One last look tells her she looks terrific. Now to begin the fun. She reaches up beneath her dress and pulls off her panties. Raising them to her face, she smells the combination of her well-placed perfume and her own musky scent. Tucking them in her purse, she walks out the door.

The drive is short and uneventful, except for the fact that Bill is unable to conceal his semi erect cock from her. Trying to rearrange himself in his seat, she reaches over and brushes against it. Immediately it springs to life. She smiles up at him and shrugs. 

"Sorry love, was just picking off a piece of lint."

Finally they pull up in front of the house full of people, lights on and the sounds of music and conversation wafting through the air. Megan opens her purse. Damn it, he thinks, now she decides to put on her lipstick. Will this night ever end? She opens the door, slides half out and turns a bit to face him. 

"Bill, honey, would you hold these for me?" , as she hands him her panties. His eyes widen in surprise as the realization hits him that these are the pair she had on just minutes ago, which then means………she has none on now. Giving him a quick smile she pops out the door and calls to someone walking by. 

By now Bill's cock is straining beneath his slacks. He needs to sit for a moment to gather both his thoughts and to let his cock go down a bit. Megan slows her walk up the drive looking into her purse as if she has lost something, her friends going on up ahead of her. She drops her lipstick and bends straight over, knees straight to pick it up. Her dress rises to the middle of her ass, which is now framed not only by the dress but by her stockings and garters. She turns and laughs at Bill who is just staring in disbelief. With a toss of her head, she goes into the party. Sitting there alone in the dusk, he thinks to himself, this might not be such a dull night after all.

He enters the house and wanders about a bit looking for her. Finally he finds her standing within a group happily chatting. Her eyes narrow a bit as they drop to his crotch, then travels up his torso with a smile. He smiles back with that look that tells her, later baby, are you in for it. Megan winks at him as if in a dare, turns and walks away.

He tries to join her but is stopped in conversation. For nearly an hour she cleverly manages to keep distance and people between him. Finally he corners her alone in the kitchen as she is making herself a drink. Bill pushes her up against the counter, hikes her dress up a bit and quickly finds her pussy. He is amazed at how hot and wet she is. Why the little vixen is really enjoying this. Well, two can play this game. 

She wiggles from him but he is quick and grabs her by the waist and pulls her back towards him. Making sure no one can see, he lifts her dress higher and places a well-earned swat on her cheeks. Megan’s face flushes but she is silent. Pinning her body to him he roughly roans his hands over her cheeks kneading them. He feels her breathing quicken as he drops his hand to the apex of her ass and thighs. Clamping her legs tightly together, she denies him access to her. Suddenly he is startled by someone entering the room and lets go of her. Megan straightens herself and very calmly strikes up a conversation with the intruder. Just as quickly as he entered, the other guest leaves.

Megan turns to Bill with a wicked smile, "So, you want some of my sweet pussy do you?"

"Damn it woman, you are driving me crazy. Grab your purse and let's go"

"No, we can't leave yet, you know that. But be a good boy, and I’ll give you a bit of what you want."

Parting her legs, Megan reaches between her thighs and plunges her fingers deep within her. Closing her eyes and living in the moment, she revels in the feeling. Once she knows her fingers are well coated, she withdraws them and brings them up to his face. Painting his lips with her juices, she seductively traces them, slowly tormenting him. Her scent is mixed with her perfume, just like the panties he held to his face before leaving the car. But this is stronger, he swears he can breathe in her passion. He opens his mouth and sucks her fingers in, licking them clean. 

"More," he huskily whispers. 

And she complies by again coating them and teasing his lips. This time, Megan leans into him as he pulls her close. Kissing his lips, she tastes herself on him. Sucking in his bottom lips, she nibbles and bites at it conveying her desire for him. Wrapped up in their lust for one another, they do not hear their host enter the kitchen. A discrete cough breaks through to them and they part, Bill smiling and Megan blushing. Joe laughs at them, shaking his head he extends his hand to Megan.

"Come, dance with me and work off some of that energy you wench"

She smiles back at Bill, takes Joe's hand and walks into the other room. Joe pulls her close and begins to sway. Bill walks with his drink into the room to watch. He has no fear, he knows that she is his by her desire and his love. They dance about the room, with Joe's hand dropping once to her ass. Megan calmly reaches back and places it at the small of her back. Bill smiles; he knows his woman, but she sure can surprise him at times like she has tonight. 

As the dance ends, Megan walk towards him. She takes his drink from his hand and thirstily drinks it down. She reaches for his hand, curls it up in hers and brings it to her lips. Kissing it, she lays it against her face. He opens it and cups her face and draws her to him. 

"Love, I am so warm. Care to go out into the garden with me?", she whispers. Silently, hand in hand they exit into the night.

Standing in the moonlight, Bill pulls Megan to him. All the passion, lust, desire and care he feels for her are apparent in his kiss. She responds to him in kind. A well-matched pair they are, each meeting a need and desire within the other. Taking her by the hand again, Bill leads her down the curving path farther away from the house and into the darkness. Secluded behind some trees, with the soft mummer of music and voices in the background, he pulls her to him again, but this time with a vengeance. All his frustrations of the evening come out in his kiss as he pressed hard up against her. Megan feels his cock straining under his slacks. Knowing that she has pushed him to his limits, she drops to her knees and begins to unzip his slacks.

"Wait, stand again first," he commands her. 

She rises again and stands quietly before him. He reaches around and unzips her dress and with one quick movement risks it off her. Grabbing her, pulling her close he kisses her hotly and slowly pushes her back down to her knees. Megan again reaches for Bill, grabbing his belt loops and pulling him close. Rubbing her face against his cock she feels what the evening has done to him. Slowly she unzips him, his cock springing free immediately. His hands entwine in her hair and guides her onto his hard, waiting cock. Her hands clutch his ass pulling him closer yet, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks. Bill ignores the slight pain and concentrates on how good her mouth feels on him. Megan pulls off and begins to nip and kiss his thighs, pulling his slacks down further. 

The clouds have shifted and now they are illuminated in the light of the moon, locked in their passion they haven't noticed. Megan rocks back and forth on her heels, sucking and tasting his skin. Bill takes his cock in hand and begins to spank her face with it. 

"Suck it. You know that's what you want to do. You love feeling my cock in your mouth"

Trying to take him in her mouth, Bill now torments Megan by just keeping it out of her reach. In her frustration, she begins to beg.

"Bill, give me your cock. Please, I want it, I need it……please"

He backs up and smiles at her. Handing Megan her dress, her own words come back to haunt her. 

"Finish dressing baby, I’ll meet you in the car in 5 minutes."

He coolly walks away smiling now that the tables are turned. Megan stands there silhouetted in the night sky and wonders what will await her at home.



The Party



It's Halloween. We always swore blind that we'd never go to a halloween party, especially a dress up one, but somehow, we have been persuaded.

Costumes were tricky. I tried to talk you into going dressed as Sireth, but you pointed out that everyone would be staring at your laced up breasts, and that eventually we'd get a bit tired of that. You kept your choice as a surprise, right up until we were ready to leave.

Me, I took a leaf from Buffy's book, and wore a name tag that simply said "God" upon it. You thought that was VERY cute.

But it was not as cute as you.

You walk out of the bedroom with a sheet draped over your head, eye holes cut out and wave your arms about spookily.

"That's, uhm, original?" I try to say, but as you walk down the stairs, you lift the sheet up, and I see that you are wearing VERY little beneath it... some expensive black lingerie, stockings, a bra and a corset.. the works.

"Damn," I whisper softly, and it's about all I can do not to whip the sheet off and just make out with you here and now. You shake your head and say in a spooky voice, "later... you will get to lay THIS ghost to rest later..." and we both laugh.

We get out the to the car, and before we climb in, you give me a hard sheety kiss. I feel your tongue through the soft silky material of the sheet, and have to admit that it's sorta sexy, especially now that I know what's under it. 

The drive to the party doesn't take long, and we see all the kids out trick-or-treating as we travel. It's hella cute, and we both wordlessly smile at the sight. Perhaps you're imagining what I am, taking a couple of little kids out ourselves, helping them with their first halloween. Our kids.

I shake the feeling off, and we're soon pulling up into the driveway of our friends house.

The party has already started, and we get out of the car, glad it's parked at the end of the line of vehicles in the driveway, as we are pretty sure we'll need to make a quick getaway once our urges get out of control, which they so often do.

We walk inside, people thing your costume is a hoot, though you only give quick flashes of your stockinged legs to a few chosen folk. One guy, we know his face but not his name, drops his cup when he sees, and we snigger evilly as we walk by.

Inside, there are about twenty, thirty people, all in costume. Some people get the Buffy reference with my costume, but most don't and we get some oblivious stares as they try to understand what I'm trying to do. 

As we enter the kitchen, my attention is distracted by one of the host female friends, who is dressed up as Catwoman. She's maybe two inches taller than you, with a figure that wouldn't look out of place in a VS catalogue. She REALLY suits the tight leather look, and she flashes a wicked smile my direction. I blush, and look away, and feel your hand in mind then. I realize that you've noticed her costume too, and appreciate the curves just as much as I do. I give your hand a squeeze back. Sometimes it's really cool that the same girls turn us on.

Catwoman walks by, and whispers something in my ear. I don't make out much, but it's something about how she should have come dressed as a nun so she could get to know God even better. I smell the vodka on her breath as she sways past, and I remember our friend saying something about this one, how she was kind of hard to control when she had some booze in her. I blush again, and look around for you, but you've disappeared into the crowd. I sigh, and start looking for something to eat. I'm not a big fan of finger food at parties, but I grab some pizza and a drink and begin to nibble, looking around at everyone's costumes.

I find myself admiring a couple of young women in schoolgirl outfits, with skirts that are way way too short. They are giggling and teasing the guy who dropped his drink earlier when you flashed him, and I shake my head, amused. He's in for it tonight, the girls can spot a shy one a mile away and like to push. The pizza is good, but I'm already missing you terribly. I spot Catwoman across the room, and she gives me a wicked smile. My mouth is filled with pizza, so all I can do is nod, and try not to spill my own drink.

A hand snakes down my back, and grabs my butt. I turn quickly, and I'm relieved to see it's you. I lean in for another sheety kiss, and it lingers a little this time.

"I wish you'd made a hole for your mouth," I whisper, then grin at the potential for fun that might provide. You giggle, and take my hand. 

"I saw you looking," you whisper, "she was pretty hot."

"No kidding," I admit, and blush again. You give that evil laugh, and continue pulling me along. We're headed upstairs now. I feel a stirring, and I can just feel the desire coming from you.

"Ohh," I say, "shouldn't we probably just leave?"

You shake your head under the sheet.

"We can't. Someone parked on the street and blocked us. We're stuck here, love."

"Ahhh. I see."

We're at the top of the stairs, and you are pulling me towards the first bedroom. We open the door, and see that a couple of people are making out on the bed already. More than a couple.

"Uh, hey... does that guy have two girls..." I start to ask you, but you close the door behind us, and pull me over to another bedroom door.

You open it, and this room, a small guest bedroom, is empty, save for a bed covered in coats. I hear a small satisfied sound from under the sheet, and you shut the door firmly behind us.

"On the bed? With the clothes?" I ask. You shake your head again, and pull me over to the closet. It's empty, but not for long. we step into it and shut the door behind us. It's a tight squeeze, but then again, it's me squeezed up to you, which is great.

"Are you going to take the sheet off," I suggest, but you shake your head, and I can see the wicked look in your beautiful eyes. I grin, and nod. Okay.

My hands slip down and under the front of the sheet, and I run my fingers across the tops of your thighs... I'm expecting to meet some silky fabric, but I don't. Instead is the silky wetness of your labia and I realize that, somewhere around the time Catwoman came onto me, you discarded your panties. I grin. I approve.

You lean into my hand, and grind against it. Your lips part, and I slide along you, feeling the heat and the moistness of you on the palm of my hand. I move my middle finger so it slips deeper into you, and you groan softly. My other hand is around you, pulling you against me. I can see your nipples through the sheet so I rub them through the fabric, realizing now that you've also misplaced the bra. I moan, and dip my head down to suck your nipples through the sheet, nibbling a little as I do so. You seem to get even hotter down there, and you force yourself down harder on my hand. I push two fingers into you, and spread them slightly, so your clit sort of pops out a little. You gasp, I knew you would.

I fall to my knees then, pulling the sheet up and my head under it It clasps to my face, cool and light, if a little damp now. I turn my fingers so it's spreading your lips apart more, and pull back the little hood that protects your clit. I breathe on you, blowing gently, and then I lick... long, slow, hard.. but I let the skin slide back so that the feelings aren't painfully intense as I flick and touch your clit with the very tip of my tongue.

Your back hits the side wall of the closet hard, and I have to look up to make sure you're okay. Nothing but white silk though. The sounds you make are evidence that you are okay, and I continue to lap away.

I push two fingers inside you, moving them slowly back and forth, fucking you with them as I noisily suck and kiss. Your hands grab my head through the sheet and I can feel your nails even through it. You push my head away very slightly, needing a short break, but you don't resist as I push back and suck on one of your labia very very gently.

I stand up, my cock is hard and it's almost painful through the tight jeans I'm wearing. Your hands are there immediately, unzipping and pulling me out, freeing me. I moan loudly, it seems loud in this dark cramped closet. The sheet is in the way for anything your mouth can do, but you turn around, and push your butt back against me. I pull the sheet up to give me access, and slide my cock down between your cheeks. We both groan loudly as I do that, and your hand reaches back to position me correctly. As soon as the head of my penis encounters the burning hot spot, I start to push, but you push back even harder. I'm in, all the way, so very deeply and I forget to breathe for a moment, the sensation of penetration, of your wetness around me, is intense beyond words.

Your hands are against the side wall, your breasts are pushed up against it. We have so little room, but I push forward anyway. You are squeezed even more against the wall, but you don't seem to mind. I can just make out the sheet, pulled up over your butt, with the suspender belt around your waist. I spread my hands around you, and stroke your waist, your hips and your thighs. I pull you back against me so I can get some access to your naked breasts, and I squeeze, pushing them together and relaxing, then pushing them up together, my hands acting like that bra you seem to have lost. 

Then I let go, and mash you against the wall again, pulling out and thrusting back in again. Harder, faster... you whisper words of encouragement to me, and begin to make little circles over your clit with one hand, while the other one is pushed up against the wall, giving you leverage to push back into me. Then you start wiggling your hips, and I can't hold back any more. The feelings of being inside you are so intense, and you know that when I start shivering like this, I'm very close to coming.

Not wanting to get any of my juices over the closet, you turn, throw back your sheet and take me in your mouth, and suck long and hard. I am out of my mind, and I have to lean back in order not to fall.

As I come, you are sucking and sucking and pulling it all out of me. You delicately dispose of the items into a napkin that you had stashed somewhere (you ALWAYS think ahead) though I don't notice at all right now. All I can feel are your lips and your tongue and when my penis gets too sensitive you kiss it gently and then kiss me right on the lips. You know I don't mind kissing after that. My breath gets back to normal, eventually, and you are pushed right up against me the whole time. I know you didn't get to where I've just been, but I suspect that I will be sorting THAT out later on.

We open the closet door just a crack, and we notice that there aren't just coats on the bed anymore. The two schoolgirls are making out with the cup dropping guy AND each other. Did they notice us? How could they not?? But we seem to be the last thing on their minds right now.

My jaw is wide open as we watch. You gently shut it with a gently push, and quietly led us out of the room. As an afterthought, you deftly tuck me back into my pants, and cleverly allow me to zip it up You disappear into the bathroom, and I stand and wait outside the door. Thinking it's a line to get in, Catwoman takes up position behind me. I feel her breathing on my neck, and a hand brushes my arm.

"You want to wait until the other bedroom is free, God?" she says wickedly.

I smile, shake my head, and you emerge from the bathroom. You have turned the sheet into a sort of toga dress thing, that shows off your black lingerie (where the hell did you hide the bra and panties, I wonder), and everyone sort of murmurs when you come out. You look like a goddess. Which, you are, even if I wasn't here as God. Catwoman looks at you, and then back at me.

I say nothing to her, I'm just staring at you. You grin at me, do a turn so I can see it all, then you lean over and kiss me long and hard. We walk back downstairs to the party.



The Party



Julie was small, some would say petit, with an enormous personality. Her trim figure, patrician face and unruly shoulder length hair made her a focus of male attention at all the social functions she attended. I had known her for some time, being the wife of a work colleague and had spent many a pleasant evening in their company. I liked her, no, I must be honest, I lusted after her and fantasised about the many ways we would "accidentally" meet and become sexually involved. 

My wife and I, together with Julie and her husband, had been invited to a party given by a mutual friend and we had arrived at the same time. Handing in our respective bottles we followed directions to the drinks table where we filled our glasses. The four of us then stayed together and chatted until Julie's husband asked my wife to dance. They put down their glasses and took to the dance floor leaving me to invite Julie to do the same.

We danced to several lively dances but these were eventually followed by slower ones. My wife and Julie's husband remained on the dance floor so Julie and I continued to move together, holding each other more closely as we slowly circumnavigated the dance area. 

I have always felt awkward dancing with another man's wife, particularly in his presence, and this time was no exception, particularly knowing how attracted I was to Julie. I let my mind drift away as we moved slowly around the floor and then, absentmindedly, I began to stroke the small of her back through her woollen dress, a habit I had developed when dancing with my wife. 

I had been doing this for a minute or so when she made me aware of the effect this was having on her by pressing her pubic bone hard into my groin. Unfortunately my penis has always had a mind of it's own and it responded immediately and, as usual on such occasions, it was not positioned to stand up neatly against my stomach but stretched itself out at an awkward angle. This encouraged my partner even more and she slowly gyrated herself to get maximum pleasure from my exquisite discomfort. I couldn't move away without everyone else seeing my predicament so we clung together on the dance floor.

I felt I had to say something to Julie because I hadn't deliberately started this encounter, that's not to say that, despite my obvious embarrassment, I wasn't having a hell of a time.

"I'm really sorry about this Julie," I whispered in her ear.

"I'm rather enjoying it," she whispered back," If this is how excited it gets on a dance floor it must be great fun in bed." 

She pulled her head back momentarily and flashed me a wicked smile before replacing her head on my shoulder and grinding her mound even more deliberately into my groin until, eventually, the music stopped. 

Luckily the slower music had attracted more people onto the dancing area and I was able to re-arrange myself under cover of the crowd around me whilst pretending to take a handkerchief from my pocket. Once my excitement had been disguised, we returned to our respective partners and drinks to resume the chat previously abandoned.

As the evening progressed, my wife and I and Julie and her husband went our separate ways until later, I found myself looking across the room and saw Julie looking at me. She smiled coyly when she saw that I had seen her and flicked her eyes towards the exit. When she was sure that I understood, she moved in that direction.

I let her pass through the door and then following her out and along the corridor towards the bathroom. On reaching the bathroom she didn't enter, but slipped through another door on the left into an unused bedroom. I was getting hot and hard at the thought of what I was doing, but continued down the corridor and, with the most cursory of glances back along the corridor to see if I was being observed, entered the same room. I closed the door behind me and turned the key in the lock.

With the door closed, the room was almost dark, being illuminated only by streaks of the pale, washed-white illumination of a full moon through the thin drawn curtains.

I turned around and Julie's arms were about my neck." Where were we?" she breathed into my ear as she thrust her pelvis once more into my groin and rubbed her mound against my, already, straining penis.

I held her taut buttocks in both my hands and helped her in her task, enjoying their soft firmness and feeling them clench and relax in unison with her pelvic motions.

My open mouth clashed with hers as our tongues writhed together, first in her mouth, then in mine. I broke off the kiss and recovered my tongue only to let it follow the nape of her neck down to the top of her dress.

My hands trembled in anticipation as undid, first one button of her dress, then the others to reveal pearl white orbs seated in their black lace cups. I kissed the pale sloping softness of each of them over and over before I found the clip that offered their release. Once free they sprang forth joyously from their snug homes and I covered one with my mouth, sucking it greedily.

Her breasts were much bigger than I had originally thought but I still managed to suck one in completely and then let it slip out a bit at a time until my lips held only the rigid nipple. I massaged it with my tongue and gnawed on it gently with my teeth, which clearly distracted her because she no longer ground her groin into mine. 

Once one breast had received this treatment I repeated it with the other and, as I did, I felt her small fingers tightly grip my rock hard penis through my trousers, judging its size before moving to undo my belt and zipper.

Once my trousers had dropped to the floor, she fell to her knees dragging down my shorts as she went. I don't think that I have ever been so big, so hard and so ready to receive what I was about to receive.

She clenched her small hand around the broad base of my cock but her fingers were not quite long enough to fully encircle it. Her tongue flicked out and licked the head all over before concentrating on the sensitive areas I didn't even know I had. Finally, she took, first the head and then a good length of my shaft into her mouth and sucked, alternately tightening and slackening her lips around it.

My balls were throbbing painfully as she transferred her fingers to them, not fondling as some women do, like marbles in a bag, but stroking and pulling so as to relieved, however slightly, the pressure inside them.

I stroked her hair fondly as she performed the ultimate act of pleasing a man, but as the pressure built up in my overstrained organ I whispered, "Stop Julie, please or I will cum."

She stopped for a moment and looked up, " Cum in my mouth - I want a long fuck from you when it's my turn." Then she resumed with her tiny but firm hands, driving my penis in and out of her mouth until it exploded.

People talk of "gallons" of semen and it surely felt like gallons as I pumped and pumped into her sucking mouth. My prick twitched and my knees buckled as spasms of pleasure from an exquisite orgasm racked my body. She continued to suck and lick well after the last drop had left me, relishing the clean-up job she was performing on my softening cock.

She finished and leaned back onto her ankles grinning up at me. Drawing on reserves of strength, I gripped her arms and raised her to her feet and then slumped back against the wall, and held her tightly to me. 

We held on to each other for several minutes before I said simply,

"Thank you."

I took a handkerchief from my jacket pocket and wiped away small globules of semen from around her mouth and cheeks and then planted a loving kiss on her lips, lips that parted and allowed free access to a still urgent tongue. My tongue toyed with hers for a few seconds and then I lowered my head again to her delectable breasts. There, my lips lingered to savoured them once more whilst I undid the remaining buttons of her dress. As it fell apart, I turned her back to the wall and fell before her where I knelt gazing up into her face and sliding my nervous hands up the outside of her soft thighs. 

She smiled down like a Madonna as I pushed aside the soft material of her woollen dress. When I lowered my eyes I was face to face with the briefest of black panties atop a black suspender belt. Despite my recent ejaculation this vision of soft white skin between the top of her stocking and her panties sent a wake up call to my brain for onward transmission to my resting penis. It twitched and came to life again. 

I ran the tips of my fingers lightly over this cool skin to savour its texture and she gasped quietly and parted her legs, thrusting her pelvis forward. I could sense the heat rising from her as I buried my head between those pale thighs to feel the moisture of her desire on the crotch of her panties. For several minutes I enjoyed the feel and inhaled the aroma of her, rubbing my face all over her mound.

Wanting more, I teased the damp garment down her thighs and then removed it completely, revealing a dark woolly mass of pubic hair beneath which I stroked smooth with my index finger.

It took only gentle sideways pressure to part her legs and to expose two fully engorged pink lips waiting to be caressed with my outstretched tongue. As I worked it forward and backward around the rim of her opening she groaned and slid down the wall a little more, pushing herself harder into my face. Eventually, she reached the floor and once there, when her legs were no longer needed for support, she spread them wide apart and, by pulling my head into her smouldering depths, forced my tongue still deeper into her, now, soaking wet vagina.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders to make her pussy more accessible. She would have scored zero in an elegance competition but I'm sure, that was the last thing on her mind.

Her breathing quickened and she writhed gently against my mouth. Her scarlet sentinel stood up proudly as I took it between my lips; rolling, sucking and biting it until her breathing was reduced to a succession of short gasps. Finally a long exhalation and deep sigh signalled her orgasm.

When the whimpering and throbbing had stopped, I sat beside her, back to the wall and listened as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"How long have we been here?" she said at last.

"Would you believe only ten minutes?" I replied.

Her hand fell deftly into my groin and held me again. I was not quite hard but not flaccid either- the sort of dick men like to sport in the showers. Julie, I was to discover, liked playing with dicks in this condition but knew the experience only lasted briefly as her stimulation caused the hot blood that pulsed into them, made them hard. I was no exception and found my organ responding almost immediately so I just sat there, reached over and slipped several fingers into her wet pussy. 

And so we sat, arm over arm groping each other and getting more excited.

"I'm ready for that long slow fuck," she whispered at last and got up, moving to the bed. There she lay on her back, legs apart showing that wonderful pussy framed by her suspender belt and black stockings. If I hadn't already been hard I would be at the sight of this.

I climbed on top of her and slowly slipped the head of my penis between those slippery folds and into that wet and wonderful pussy up to the ring of my bobby's helmet. I moved it slowly, in and out and, every so often, would drive it into her tingly cavern up to the hilt, hold it there to feel the shivers of pleasure in her pussy walls and then stir the pot.

Her legs encircled my back, clamping me to her and restricting my freedom. This added to my excitement to the extent that the modestly hard prick, which had first entered her, was now a Hercules amongst pricks.

She moaned, pulling my head down to hers and whispered pornographically into my ear.

"Ram it home." "Fill me - fuck me hard."

I did as I was bid, in control now having already sowed my seed so violently not ten minutes earlier - or so I thought.

After many minutes of ramming my complete length repeatedly and deeply into her with my balls slapping rhythmically again the firm flesh of her lower buttocks, she ordered, 

"Turn me over and fuck me doggy style," releasing me from the vice that had been her entwining legs.

I withdraw and knelt up long enough to let her turn over and take up her position on all fours. She rested on her elbows and I lifted her dress to expose the exquisite arse that presented itself for my attention.

Her parted thighs allowed her distended pussy to hang large and low beneath her and I wasted no time in thrusting my engorged prick between its pouting wet lips and into her hidden recesses.

'Slow' had been forgotten as I drove my Trojan warrior forward again and again, quicker and quicker. I was holding her hips and controlling the thrusting, pulling her willing pussy down hard onto my glistening erection. My balls again smacked against her on each inward stroke and she responded by driving backwards against my thrusting hips and grasping desperately my retreating cock with her tightened vaginal muscles.

All good things cum to an end and several gallons of good came to my end in a tornado of pleasure. As I slowed and filled her slick pussy with my love juices, I could feel the ripples of her orgasm around me and she sighed deeply and fell forward onto the covers. I fell onto the bed beside her and put my arm around her, cradling her and nuzzling my face into her perfumed hair. 

We rested awhile until she finally said, in a most matter-of-fact voice, "This is one of the best parties I've been to for a long time. How about you?"

I smiled as we dressed and returned to join the others.



The Party



It has been so long since I have held him in my arms. So long since he has made me weak. For two weeks I have been writing letters to him, but it is not the same. I have had plenty of solo flights since he has been gone. All of them have been wonderful, but nothing beats the feeling of his strong arms around me and his expert tongue working magic inside of me. 

This morning I awoke with him on my mind. I woke up and glanced at his empty pillow. It was crazy, but I moved to put my head in his space. Somehow I felt closer to him. Even just laying where he lies naked created a stirring inside of me. My hands found their way up my warm, sleep filled body to my already hard nipples. I closed my eyes and imagined his hands. They would be rubbing and pinching my nipples until they were standing straight out. My eyes were closed and my knees were bent..I already could feel the familiar wetness return to my sweet spot between my milky white legs. 

I moaned out loud remembering the last time he was here with me. I reached into my drawer and brought out my substitute lover. My realistic dildo. I lay it across my chest as I opened my pussy wider to the air. 

“Oh baby, I wish this were you.” I spoke as if he were there. I imagined him straddling my belly with his hard, pink cock pushed between my tits. I would hold them together for him as he fucked them. My tongue would not be able to resist getting a taste of his precum as his cock made it's way toward my mouth. I love the taste of him. Imagining him fucking me this way had the desired effect as my juices stirred and poured out of my pussy. I then plunged my thick dildo into my cunt. I screamed and moaned in pleasure, and of course I used his name.

"Oh Joe, fuck me. Fuck my wet cunt. Make me spill my juices all over your huge hard cock. Oh God Joe. Fuck me, fuck your slut baby. I am yours."

As I was thrashing my head around on his pillow and talking to him as if he were here I was soaking my bed. Soaking it as wave upon wave of beautiful, orgasmic pleasure swept over me. I lay in my own wetness for a time. Relishing the feeling, but wishing he were actually here with me. My baby loves when I get wet for him. He loves to drink my juice, and bathe in it. 

It won't be long now. He is expected home tonight, I smile at the fact that I plan on fucking him in the car in the parking garage of the airport. I just cannot go another whole day without him. His best friend, Michael's, party is tonight, so we will be going there right after the airport. He is used to us showing up late and disheveled. He knows of our lust. Hell, Mike has even been in the room when we couldn't stand the anticipation anymore. He has been there when we have fucked hard, and fast. He is very used to us. I giggle again at our total lack of shame and modesty, and thank God that I found someone with the same need for sex as I. 

I decide to finally get myself out of bed and take a shower. The hot water streaming across my breasts again reminds me of him, and I am wet on the inside as well. I take the shower head from its place on the wall and wash my newly shaven legs. I place a foot on the rail and aim the stream of water directly on my still tender clit. My body erupts with an instant orgasm that forces me to grab the bar for support. I moan from deep in my body and close my eyes as my pussy drains down my thighs. 

“Oh baby, I can't wait for you to come home.” I actually said it out loud.

I towel off and resign myself to getting ready for work. I dress in his favorite outfit as I will be leaving early to pick him up. As a second thought, I kick off my thong and leave it on his pillow. A signature move for me when I want to fuck. He will have already had me by the time he sees it, but maybe we can continue our lovemaking long afer we get home from Michael's party.

My day at work was long, but uneventful. I loved knowing that I had nothing on under my skirt. I even sat with my legs in a rather unladylike position under my desk. Not like anyone could see, but the thought of showing off a little made me more than a little damp. It doesn't take much for me. That is part of what Joe loves about me. The thought of him makes me smile. The phone ringing takes me back to reality and I answer it.

“Mike? What? Where is he? Not coming home today? Oh my god. Flights are cancelled? Sure I will still come. I love your parties, but don't expect me to be in a good mood. I know Mike, you are a good friend. Bye.”

I hang up the phone and tears well in my eyes. Another day. I know it isn't the end of the world, but I miss him so much. I decide that I will go to Mike's after work anyway. Joe's friends are my friends now too, and I know that if anyone could cheer me up it is them.

I manage to get through the rest of the day, and even got some work done. At five thirty I get myself ready to go. I am going to go right to Mike's house. I figure that he may need some help getting ready and I don't have anything else to do now anyway. Oh well, I think. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Oh baby. You wait until you get home tomorrow.”I smile as the door of the office closes behind me.

It only takes a few minutes to get to Mike's. He isn't home yet, but will be in minutes so I let myself in. He wont mind. I go in and help myself to a beer from his fridge. He has certainly stocked up for tonight. I kick off my shoes and get comfy on his couch. In the silence I finish my beer quickly. It goes down rather nicely. Just as I am deciding on another I hear Mike in the drive. I sit up quickly and for some reason feel like a kid caught in the cookie jar. My heart quickens slightly.

He bounds in the door and smiles, "Hey babe. Didn't expect you here yet. Sucks about Joe huh? I am glad you decided to come though. We would miss you if you weren't here."

He is so handsome, and I am sure that if I had met him before Joe, I would be head over heels in love with him right now. I am amazed at my feelings sometimes. He tells me to make myself at home and that he is going to jump in the shower. I wink and ask if I can join. He turns a little red and says, “anything for you.”

I know I shouldn't tease him like this. I can always feel the sexual tension between us, but we do not want to hurt Joe, so we resist. I get up and smack him on the ass and go to get another beer. He tells me about his day as he is getting into the shower. He leaves the door open as he is undressing. It is no big deal I have seen it all before, but today, I watch and really study him. His body is beautiful. I begin to feel my pussy betraying Joe as it moistens its lips for another man. I take a deep breath and ask him if I should start to get the snacks ready for the party. He tells me to go ahead and I busy myself trying to forget about the naked man within my reach.

My thoughts go back to Joe. How I wanted to fuck him tonight. That must be why I am so excited right now. I have been waiting for two weeks, another night won’t hurt. Too badly anyway. I decide that I am going to have a good time tonight. Joe would want it that way. I am still arranging the cheese and grapes as Mike comes into the kitchen in a towel. He glances around and thanks me for helping him out. The others should be here in about an hour. You can put that into the fridge and join me in another beer. He grabs two and heads into the other room. Just as he turns the corner I catch a glimpse of the towel hitting the floor. I call to him to put some freaking clothes on and he fires back, I will if you take some off. I giggle as I clean up and join him. He is sitting on the couch nude. I decide to call his bluff and I take of my skirt and shirt as well. He just laughs. It is nice to know we are so comfortable with one another. I sit next to him and he turns on the music. He sits up and reaches into the drawer and takes out a black notebook On the front I recognize instantly the sprawling handwriting of my baby. To Mike and Bethanne. What was this all about? I asked Mike with my eyes, but his just sparkled. All he said was, "Joe left this for us. I peeked at the first page already. Read it."

Dear my two favorite people:

I am not stuck in Mexico. I am home, and I have wired Mike's house with constant video feeds. I want you both to have fun tonight. I know how you feel about each other and it makes me very happy, not to mention horny, to watch you two. I have already told Mike to come out of the shower nude, so I am assuming that you joined him Beth. You always were a slut. Tonight you can prove it. I want you two to fuck. At the party. I will be watching. The hotter you get me Beth, the better it will be for you when I finally decide to show up. I really want you to do this for me honey. Will you be my slut and fuck my best friend? I want to see you cum. I want to see you wet. I will fuck you later baby. I promise.

Love,

Joe

All I could do was stare at the words in front of me. Oh my god. At first, I was embarrassed that we had been caught. I even went through a feeling of anger, but what I ended with was a feeling of absolute excitement about what the evening was going to bring. I was wet when I finally turned my head to see how Mike was taking this all in. His face was red, but I knew that he was in perfect agreement by the smile on his face and his hard cock standing straight up. I laughed and winked at him as I leaned over and started to lick his balls. I am not one to disappoint my lover, and if Joe wants a show, he is going to get a good one. 

I moved my body to the floor in front of the couch. I don't know where the cameras are so I make sure I move myself around quite a bit. I make sure that I take Mike's cock deep in my throat. He tastes so good. I love the way he gets so wet. Just like my Joe. I suck his cock and massage his balls as he moans and rubs my hair. I sit my wet pussy on his tan foot and move my hips in a circle as I lick and suck his hard cock. I look up into Michael's eyes and know that I am going to taste him soon. I want his thick white hot cum to explode into my throat. 

I begin to suck him faster and he stands up. I reach my hands through his legs and begin to rub my finger around his ass. The sharp intake of breath tells me that he has never had this done before. I look at his face, and it says that he isn’t going to stop me. I continue to suck his cock and hold his balls with one hand as I finger his ass. He is moaning and his muscles in his thighs begin to tighten. I cup his balls tighter and swallow the head of his cock. When he cums, it shoots down my throat, and I continue to stroke his cock until I have licked him clean. We collapse on the couch, holding each other, but knowing that somewhere Joe is watching. 

It won’t be long before the guests come. I get up first and decide to jump in the shower as Mike heads to his room to get dressed. It is gonna be a wonderful night.

I get in the shower and really start to think about what I just did. I am amazed that I am not ashamed or upset. I am so turned on by the fact that Joe is somewhere watching us that my pussy is still wet. I pile my long hair on my head and lather it up. I let the white bubbles run down my neck and across my tits. I rub it in and begin to play with my nipples. I am moaning low and my eyes shoot open. Is he watching me now? He knows I like to shower after any sexual experience, so if I know him, he is sitting somewhere watching my naked body with his huge cock in his hand. 

He is probably already wet. My stomach does a little flip and I look around for any hint of a camera. Who cares I am going to enjoy myself. I continue to rub my sensitive nipples as the water is rushing over them. As my hair is rinsing, it is slowly spilling over my shoulders and breasts. With one hand I reach between my legs and begin the familiar tracing of my lower lips. My own fingers teasing and tickling all around my clit. I place one leg on the rail and reach down with the other hand too. I open my pussy to meet my finger. Wide open I feel the water on my already wet pussy, I push a finger inside of me, and I shudder. I make movements inside of my hot pussy with my finger that brings me close to the edge already. I don't know if Joe can hear me but I am sure Mike can, and that gets me even hotter. I am rubbing my clit quickly and finger fucking my pussy. I know I am going to cum.

A sound came from the other side of the shower door and I could just make out his silhouette I open the door and leave my foot up on the rail. The water and steam escape from the shower, but I can still see that Mike wants to taste what I have. The hot water stinging my breasts, Mike kneels on the floor and starts to lick my soaking wet pussy. His tongue is licking a line from my pussy to my ass and back again. He knows what he is doing. It feels almost like Joe. I am steadying myself on the wall as my legs are getting weak. 

With a final scream I let him have me. I let him taste the nectar that Joe loves so much. My body is tight as an explosion erupts from deep within me. He continues to lick and suck as I am pouring out my hot juices into his mouth. He kisses my inner thigh and stands. He kisses my neck and tells me that he is going to enjoy this. I still cannot answer him, but my eyes and my shudder tell him that I am too. He leaves, and I towel off. Looking around again for some hint of where the camera is. 

I hurry and dress and go to Mike in the kitchen. People are due to arrive any second so we begin putting the dishes out. He heads to the living room with a tray of fruit, and I hear him laugh. I look around the corner and he has in his hands the familiar notebook from earlier. I peek over his shoulder and my mouth drops. There on the pages are pictures of me sucking Mike’s cock Photographs of my fingers inside my pussy and of Mike getting bathed in my cum, in the shower. A short note follows the x-rated pictures. 

Dear My two favorite people,

You two are great I knew that I wouldn't have to convince you. You two just fit together. But Mike don't get any ideas, she is my slut. You can eat and be eaten, you can fuck and be fucked, but after this wonderful evening is over, her wet pussy is mine. I particularly liked you eating her pussy in the shower. A definite favorite of mine as well. My cock is so hard and wet for you Beth baby, but I want you to fuck. I want to see his cock enter your pussy. I want you to cum all over his cock. I want you to do it in front of the guests. The catch is that they cannot know that I know. I want them to think that you are a slut. Don't worry baby, I will come in and set them straight. I will tell them that it was my idea. But you cannot let them think that I know. If you can get fucked by anyone else, I invite you to do so. Remember the whole house is on video, so I can see you everywhere. You and Mike must fuck in the living room during the party. I will send you another note at some point during the party to let you know if I approve of your behavior.

Happy fucking, slut.

Joe 

Mike leans in close and whispers so that any microphones can not hear. “Are you ok with this? We can call off the party, and Joe will understand. Do you want this?”

I answer out loud. “Yes, more than anything. My pussy is wet, and I am ready to be fucked.”

We continue to flirt and have fun until the doorbell rings for the first guests. Before long the house is filled with music, laughter and noise. I had to explain a million times where Joe was, but after a few drinks I didn't care anymore. I was having fun. Mike and I were getting stares, but we were true to our assignment, and we didn't tell anyone. 

From the kitchen I heard a gasp and laughter. I went to see what the deal was and nearly fell over when I saw. The inside of the freezer was plastered with the pictures of Mike and I from earlier. Joe must have put them there, but how without being seen? Whatever the reason, I now had a choice, either go with it, or let the secret out. I am going with it. 

I walked over to Mike and started dancing with him. Pressing my hard body against his. There was talk behind me, even the word slut was passed around, but not in the loving way that Joe uses it. I didn't care. The mixture of alcohol and anticipation was making me crazy, and I had to have cock. I began to kiss Mike as we were dancing. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair and down his neck. I untucked his shirt and began to loosen his belt. I saw some people fight to get a seat on the couch. Showtime.

It wasn't long before every attendee was in the living room, elbow to elbow, straining to see the show in the middle of the floor. Even those that were letting nasty words about my character fly, seemed to be enjoying the fireworks. Mike's pants were around his ankles and his huge cock was standing at attention. I let him remove my dress and didn't mind being totally nude in front of every one. Just knowing that Joe was stroking his cock at the same time took away all inhibitions that I had. 

I started by licking Mike's balls. Taking each one into my mouth while stroking his thick shaft. I loved the way the noise in the room stopped except for the music, the occasional cough, and the sound of heavy breathing. That was the sound that got me going. The sound of people around me getting aroused. There seemed to be more kissing also. I decided to throw caution to the wind and try to get others to join me. 

I turned and winked at a few of my girlfriends and motioned them to join me in my fun. They did. Before I knew it there were six guys getting their cocks sucked. The popping noise of mouths releasing filled the room as well as the sound of moans and sighs of passion. It was time to close the deal with Mike. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to fuck me hard. I got on my knees and let him gaze into my dripping pussy from behind. I could watch the faces of other men this way and I wanted to be pounded. 

He entered me with such force on the first thrust that I screamed out. Not in pain but in ecstasy. He stopped and pulled out, and I rubbed my aching clit, soaking my hand and the rug beneath us with my juices that were running continually now. This time when he entered me there was a gasp all around the room. It was different this time, and his hands wrapped around my body as his cock explored deep within my pussy. 

It was then that I realized the reason for the gasp. Joe was home. True to his word he set the record straight. He fucked me and called me his good slut. “You did what I wanted. You fucked my best friend while I watched. I loved watching you fuck someone else. Now fuck me. Show me that you are my slut. Cum for me.”

I was moaning and at long last after being on the edge for so long, My body exploded again. I couldn't even utter a sound as my juices streamed out of my pussy and splashed against us with each thrust. I came hard and he kept pounding his cock in and out of my pussy. When he finally came he quickly pulled out and shot his hot white thick cum on my naked body. I love to see him dripping and his love being spread all over me. I pull him down with me on the rug to recuperate as we watch others around us reach climax one after another. 

The smell of sex in the room is overpowering. The sounds of heavy even breathing minutes later tells me that the fun is over for the night. Joe and I rise and head to the shower. We shower together washing each other off and then head to bed. We hear the sound of the front door and cars starting and leaving. We know that we are alone. 

Almost alone. We smile as we see Mike in the doorway of the bedroom.



The Party



Wayne and Samantha had a dinner party about every six weeks or so. They weren't really parties, just a time for family that lived close and friends to spend an evening having a nice dinner and relaxing time chatting and discussing what was happening. This Friday was a little special. Three of four of Wayne's sisters and his brother were in town for a visit. 

Wayne barbecued about twenty pounds of meat; roast, chicken and ham for the occasion. Samantha fixed potato salad and chopped up some fresh vegetables. Nobody else was expected to bring anything. While we were getting ready to go, Mary and I had our usual word fight over some trivial forgotten matter. What wasn't forgotten were the innuendoes and accusations?

While finishing up the last minute details, Samantha found out that she was out of some minor things that she needed. She and Mary ran to the store to pick them up. I was glad that she took Mary along. I went outside to smoke my pipe and just be alone. Wayne's older sister Millie came up to me and started chatting. I had noticed that she had been trying to make eye contact with me all afternoon, and whenever she succeeded, she gave me a sly smile. As we talked, she made it a point to let me know that she was single and looking for a partner. She had divorced her husband about four years ago, and was ready for a serious companionship. She asked me a few questions about my van, and asked me to show her around it. When we got to the side away from Wayne's house, she boldly told me that she liked my moustache, and that she really loved kissing men with moustaches. She put her arms around my neck, and pulled me into her, kissing me open-mouthed. When she let me come up for air, she asked how I liked the kiss. I confessed that it was the best kiss I had received in a long time, which was no lie. She asked me if I would like to do it again. I said in a rather husky voice that I would love it. She started to pull me into her again, but stopped and asked me what Mary would think about me getting passionate with another woman. I looked her in the eye and asked her why would Mary have to know? She smiled and kissed me even more passionately, slipping the tip of her tongue into my mouth, brushing it against the tip of my tongue. 

I felt my pulse quicken, and my heart start to pound. My cock was stiff and pressing tightly against the front of her skirt. Millie slid her hand down and gently squeezed my cock, and whispered in my ear that she wanted my hand on her breast. She was about two inches shorter than me and had a well-proportioned full figure. I guessed that her breasts were about a 38-D or maybe even a DD. I caressed her breast, marveling at the firmness and amount of swelling of her tits. It felt like they were sticking out over an inch past her breast. She confirmed my guess that they were 38-DD and that her nipples swelled up to over an inch when they were stimulated. 

I told her that I wish that we had fifteen or twenty minutes that we could be alone un-missed and without interruption. She asked why, and I told her that I would try to get her naked and have the hottest sex possible with her. She smiled and told me that she would like that very much. She asked if Mary was a jealous type, which I confirmed. She said that she would work on creating a way for us to spend some private time alone together real soon. We swapped e-mail addresses, and made up a story about me showing her my van so that our stories would match. She gave me one last hot kiss and we casually strolled back toward Wayne's house, pointing at parts of the van and acting as if we were talking about it, this worked out perfectly, as Samantha and Mary turned into the driveway as we walked across. Mary jumped out of the car and started questioning me about what we had been doing. Millie and I told her our concocted story, parts fitting exactly, as if we had rehearsed them for several days. Mary walked away in a huff, going inside with Samantha. Millie stepped closer to me and asked if she always acted like a bitch, to which I replied that Mary was being nice since we were at a friend's house. Millie shrugged, patted my cock, and we drifted back into the house and joined the party. Every opportunity that she could, Millie managed to get close to me, either patting my ass, or running her hand along my cock.

For the next two weeks, I couldn't get Millie out of my mind. I imagined her beside me in the shower, sitting in my lap while I was on the toilet, across from me at the dinner table, on my shoulder when I was in bed. Every day, I had at least two e-mails from her, reminding me about her boobs, her full waistline, or telling me how much she missed our passionate kisses. Finally, it seemed like magic had struck. Mary had decided that she wanted to spend a week or two with her sister in St. Louis. She was leaving Thursday, and would not be back before at least a week from Tuesday, maybe even two weeks from Tuesday. Thursday morning, right after she left, I got an e-mail from Millie. She was going to be off Friday, and wanted me to come spend the weekend with her. I've heard of coincidences, but never really believed that they happened. This changed my mind. This was perfect timing. I've always believed one lesson that my father taught me. He always said that if you start something, and it seems like you hit obstacles at every step, then you need to rethink what you are doing and make sure it was what you should be doing at that time. On the other hand, if you start something and everything falls into place, almost like magic, then you are on the right path. Along with the lessons on various moral subjects, and about women, this was one of his favorites, and now it was playing out perfectly.

I called my secretary and told her that a family emergency had occurred, and that I would be out of the office Friday and Monday. She said that she would take care of the details for me, and cover for me. I made a mental note to take her to lunch and get her flowers this next week. As soon as I hung up the phone, I grabbed some casual clothes and my razor and toothbrush. I felt like I was floating five feet above the ground as I walked out to my car. The drive across town to Millie's apartment seemed to pass by instantly. I was totally oblivious of any downtown traffic.

I found a parking place close to Millie's apartment and grabbed my bag. A short walk across the parking lot and up two short flights of steps, and I was standing at the doorway to paradise. I started to knock, when the door swung open to reveal a naked Millie beckoning me to enter. She took my bag and started to unbutton my shirt. As she slid my shirt across my shoulders and down my arms, she kissed my chest and nibbled on my tiny artifacts of nipples. 

When my shirt hit the floor, she sealed her lips against mine, swabbing my tongue with hers. While we kissed, her hands deftly undid my trousers and slid them to the floor. She had my underwear to my ankles with equal speed. As we broke apart from our passionate kiss, she asked me what was in the bag. When I told her, she giggled and told me that I wouldn't need any clothes; we would be staying naked all weekend. 

I stepped out of my pants and looked all over Millie's beautiful body. She has a perfect rubenesque figure with the prettiest face I'd ever seen. At the party, I noticed that her nipples stood out when she was watching me. Now I was looking at a pair of well formed, dark brown nipples that were at least three inches across, and puffed up, sticking out nearly an inch. I must have had a dumb look on my face. Millie reached up and ran her fingers gently across my cheeks, telling me that they tasted better than they looked. I reached out and ran my hands across them, admiring the exquisite contrast of the firm dark nipple to the soft white breast. 

Millie took my hand and led me to her couch. I looked around in amazement. The living room in her apartment was bigger then the living room in my three thousand square foot house. She reached out and grabbed the front of her futon/couch, and pulled up then let it drop, turning it into a double bed. I admired the expensive walnut wood arms and legs of the futon. Millie tossed a satin sheet across the futon and sat down, patting the mattress next to her. As I sat down, she wrapped her arms around me, and said that she didn't want me to be more than an arm's reach away at all for the weekend. I asked her about cooking and going to the restroom, and she said that even then, she wanted us to be together. She also said that if it didn't sound gross, she wanted to sit in my lap when she had to go. I admit that I've done a lot of wild things in the name of sex in my life, but I had to confess to her that I didn't mind, but couldn't imagine how we'd do that. She said that she had to go now, and the best way was to show me. We stood up and she grabbed my cock and started toward her bathroom.

Millie told me to sit down and push my legs together. She stepped over my legs and then she told me to spread them apart. She sat down on my lap, facing me with her rock hard nipples just a fraction of an inch from my chin. She held them up and told me to nibble on them while she peed. I alternated from one to the other as she arched back slightly and let loose a huge stream. I had never heard a woman pee so hard in all of my life.

When she finished, she handed me a piece of toilet paper and asked me to wipe her pussy. With a husky voice, I managed to get a weak 'sure' out. My cock was standing tall and hard as stone. As I wiped her crotch with the toilet paper, she ran her hands through my hair and asked if I liked to have oral sex. I told her that my biggest joy in sex was feeling a woman orgasm while I caressed her hips and licked her clitoris. I also told her that when a woman shared an orgasm with me, I felt really proud and happy. She reached down and took my cock in her hands, and said that I could share an orgasm with her anytime I wanted to.

We moved back to the futon and started kissing and caressing each other all over. When I was so hot I thought that I was going to explode; I eased her down on her back. I started kissing her lips, and then worked my way down her soft belly, pausing at each nipple for a quick nibble. When I got to her pubic hair, I paused and ran my fingers through it, enjoying its curls bouncing between my fingers. She moaned and said that it was making her hotter than she had ever been. I resumed my kissing, working my way across her pubic hair and down to her clitoris. When I started kissing it, she softly yelled and told me to stop for a second. She reached down and tugged on the sides of her clitoris while squeezing the base. A small dark purple head popped out, glistening. She begged me to nibble and suck on it now that it was out and ready. I've never seen a woman with a clitoris that stuck out straight in front over an inch. This was definitely a first, but it wasn't going to be the last time that I saw this clitoris. 

I slid my hands under her hips and massaged them while I buried that precious button in my mouth. I ran my tongue all over it then sucked with all my might, all while gently nibbling on it. After what seemed like an eternity of pure bliss, she tensed and pushed her crotch up tight against my face. Millie started into the most intense shuddering orgasm I've ever been able to give a woman. She yelled out and squeezed me with her legs as she orgasmed, soaking my chin with her hot love juice.

After she came, she relaxed her legs. I slid up and centered my face between her nipples. I gently massaged them, and thanked her for such a beautiful orgasm, telling her that it was the best that I'd ever seen or felt. She put her hands on the top of my head and softly told me that she wanted me to put my cock inside of her and join our two bodies into one.

I slid over on top of her and she wrapped her legs around me. I slid my cock into her waiting love-box. As soon as I started in, I was afraid that I was going to orgasm right then. She was wet and tight, but it still felt like the smoothest silk sliding up my cock. The warmth and tightness of her willing body made me shudder with pleasure. I had ripples of pleasure coursing all through my body. After a short few minutes, way too fast, I felt her tighten up, push her crotch tight against me as we both orgasmed. This was indescribable pleasure that I wish would have lasted longer.

I lay down next to her and pulled her head up on my shoulder. As we quit panting, I told her to put one leg on each side of my left leg, and roll over on top of me so that I could feel her breasts against my chest. She protested, claiming that our lovemaking would run out all over me. I told her not to worry; I didn't care as long as I got to feel her exquisite body against mine.

As we neared a dozing state, I told her that she was the best at satisfying a man totally, down to the very inner core of his being. She asked what it felt like, and I said that it was so fabulous that there weren't words adequate to describe it, and now we were about to fall asleep with another beautiful part yet to come. 

She asked what it was, and I told her that going to sleep knowing that the first thing I would see when I awoke was her pretty face; she smiled and held me even tighter.

I knew now that my life was finally going to change into something fun and beautiful, something that I could enjoy totally.



The Party



"Put on your sexiest black dress, and black thigh high stockings," he said, "we're going to a party." Showered, carefully painted and curled, I stepped into my black thong panties, fastened my strapless corset bra, pulled on my black stockings and donned the dress with the plunging neckline that revealed the curves of my ample cleavage. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I slipped on my stiletto pumps, and silver hoop earrings. My Master will be very pleased, I thought, turning from side to side, making sure everything looked perfect.

Master arrived right on time. He kissed me when he came in and stood back to look at me. His gaze told me he was indeed very pleased.

I had never been to a BDSM party, but it sounded very exciting. Many people were already there when we arrived. I had no idea my obedience was to be so severely tested that night.

At first glance, looking around the room, it seemed no different than any other party; single men and women and couples, milling around talking and drinking and eating the snacks provided. Master introduced me to a few people he knew and we exchanged some small talk.

A couple of hours later couples were dancing to the music, and I noticed small groups forming in different parts of the room. Master guided me to one of the groups so I could see what was going on. I wasn't shocked, but was a little surprised to see a woman kneeling in front of one of the men vigorously sucking his cock while people stood around watching. Soon, many of the women were topless and I noticed some of them sitting on a sofa with one or two men sucking their tits. I found this all very erotic.

Apparently my Master did too. Without warning, while out on the dance floor, Master ordered me to get on my knees and suck his cock. I was SO embarrassed!! Why couldn't he have picked a nice dark corner?? Never the less, I got down on my knees as instructed, and opened his pants. People were already beginning to form a tight circle around us. Master pulled out his flaccid cock and said, "Make it hard whore." That was my cue to take his cock into my open my mouth.

I saw Master gesture for help, and he told the volunteer to removed my dress. I was mortified! The stranger reach down and slid my dress up over my hips and then I had to raise my arms so he could pull it off. Master took my hand and helped me stand, and we started dancing again, with me half naked. I buried my head in his shoulder and felt his still hard cock rubbing against me. Holding me very tight, he gently laid me down on the floor and removed my bra while he kissed me. I was almost totally exposed for all the room to see. He grabbed one of my tits and began teasing the nipple and sucking it. I felt his hand move slowly down my abdomen and slide under my pants. I was very wet, of course, my body involuntarily responding to his kiss and his touch.

Suddenly he grabbed my thong and with one clean jerk, it was destroyed. I could not believe this was happening! I wanted to jump up and run out of the building, but I lay there as if hypnotized as I watched Master remove his pants and briefs. It was clear he intended to fuck me right there, with everyone watching! He opened my legs and kneeling between them laid his body on top of me. He pulled my tits up tight under his chest and began the rhythmic motion that makes me so hot! He began talking to me, reassuring me, kissing me, and telling me how proud he was that he was with the most beautiful woman in the room, and how all of the men must be very jealous. He raised up and shoved his hard pulsing cock into me, the whole room watching my tits sway with his thrusts, began cheering him on. My body responded to him the way it always does, and my hips moved to take his cock deeper.

Soon many of the men began begging for permission to fuck or eat his hot, sexy whore's cunt. Master pointed to one of them, stood, and watched the man bury his face in my cunt, licking and teasing my clit with his tongue. Then suddenly two more men were standing next to my Master. He instructed them to suck my tits. Oh MY, what an incredibly delicious feeling!

I was near orgasm, and looking to my Master for reassurance, I saw another man standing next to him. I was horrified to see Master hand him a condom. Master got the three men off of me and straddled me as the man dropped his pants. Seeing the expression of disbelief on my face, he smiled and assured me everything would be fine.

As the stranger shoved his cock in my now dripping cunt, Master straddled my shoulders and I opened my mouth for his cock. What a strange sensation to have a cock in my mouth and fucking my cunt at the SAME time, with a crowd of people WATCHING no less! One of the women watching was kind enough to put a pillow under my head. Master's cum exploded in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Now kneeling beside me, he started sucking my tits and kissing me as the stranger fucked me. Suddenly my body began responding involuntarily to the stranger's cock, my hips writhing under him. His cock exploded in me with a final thrust and a loud cry. The crowd was shouting and applauding.

Master took his place and my cunt responded immediately. I was going to cum right here in front of all these people! "Cum now slut," Master shouted. I closed my eyes as my cunt clamped his cock in orgasmic convulsions so incredible, that I was not even aware of the shouts and applause. As the orgasms began to subside, I felt Master's urgent thrusts, and heard him say, "Cum again whore!" Again my throbbing cunt responded and was still cumming when Master shot his cum into me with a resounding growl. My hips continued to move under him draining his balls, as my orgasms subsided again.

The applause continued as Master helped me up and helped me dress. He could tell how embarrassed and exhausted I was, so without another word, he dressed and helped me to the car. I was nearly in tears on the drive home. How could he embarrass me like that? Sensing my distress, Master put his hand on my leg and told me how proud he was of me. 

He stayed with me that night and held me as we talked about the evening. He was aware that I was very upset with him. Days later as I reflected on that evening, I began to realize just how much I had enjoyed it. I still get wet just thinking about it; I think Master gets horny for me thinking about it too. We talk and laugh about it often. It was an experience neither of us will ever forget.



The Party



The scenery of the Florida Keys passed by the window with an eerie flow of sand, scrub foliage and water, I looked at these changes with little interest as I thought of what would happen to me this evening. In the car with me was a young lady who biggest asset was her good looks and her future would not be influenced by her brain power. Unknown to each other we had flown into Miami airport on the same plane. A very courteous driver held up signs with our names as we departed the arrival area.

I was dressed in a very professional suit and blouse. My outer appearance was extremely misleading since I had removed my bra, panties and hose in the lounge restroom in Atlanta. My traveling companion was named Sara and I am Jessica. As I followed Sara to the car, I noticed that she still was wearing a bra and a panty line was visible on her slim bottom. When we were settled in the car, I asked if she had forgotten that we were supposed to remove our underwear after lunch. 

A look of panic crossed her face when she realized that she needed to remove the items ASAP in order to avoid welts and red lines on her skin this evening. "What should I do, I can't take them off with the driver watching."

"Compared to after dinner, flashing a little thigh while you pull panties down is nothing." As she pulled her skirt up, "I guess you are right."

"Have you ever been to one of these parties?" "Yes, I attended my first three months ago."

Sara's eyes lit up, "what is it really like? My girl friend was down here last year and she told some wild stories of what happened."

As I listened, I tensed because what goes on at one of these parties are expected to remain a secret and disclosing what happened or who attended is a breach of confidence with the others. "I can't tell you anything, you will find out for yourself. Everyone attending expects privacy and does not want any publicity."

Sara unbuttoned her blouse and reached around and unhooked her bra, she then pulled the straps down the sleeves and out her the front of her blouse. Sara was a obviously upset with my response to her inquires. When her blouse was again buttoned and in place, she turned and checked the scenery passing by her side of the car.

How I was invited to the my first Florida party is the result of a very sedate upbringing and a lot of luck. When I was 20 I was still a virgin and thought I was in love with my high school sweetheart. We went to a party at a friend's house who was known to host wild parties. Well this one was no exception. The only difference was that I drank a little more than normal and I was much more relaxed than usual. When someone suggested we get in the hot tub, I agreed to join my boyfriend and others. As I walked to the outside pool deck, it dawned on me that none of us had a swimsuit on. On the deck, four girls were removing their clothes while an equal number of guys watched as they slowly removed their clothes.

My boyfriend waited as I hesitated to remove my clothes. He was really anxious for me to undress since we had never been naked with each other. I finally pulled my tee shirt over my head and then turned my back and removed the rest of my clothes. When I turned around my boy friend's eyes were as big as a silver dollar and his tongue was almost hanging out. I smiled at him hurried to the hot tub. The water and bubbles gave us all some privacy. Shortly after we were all in place, the conversation returned to the earlier level. My boyfriend immediately put his arm around my shoulders while his hip and leg were in contact with mine. After ten minutes and another sip of wine, my being naked with my boyfriend and friends seemed like a very natural and normal thing. My boyfriend took more liberties when for the first time he lightly touched my bare right breast. In the meantime, I was continuing to sip my wine and was starting to want my boyfriend to give me more attention. When I took his hand and put it on my inner thigh, he immediately began to caress up and down my leg. At first he avoided my pubes by several inches. 

Since I was not stopping him, he became bolder and finally cupped my pubic are. He lightly touched me for several minutes until he was sure that I was OK with his touch. Next, I felt a finger slip between my crease. At first he avoided entering my vagina and did not seek out my clitoris. Again, he became bolder when I made no effort to stop. To my relief he finally slipped a finger in vagina and his thumb found my clit. His other hand had been busy with my nipples for several minutes. The wine, nudity and touches were quickly breaking down my resistance. I moved my hand to her crouch and found a very erect penis which was a first for me. The other couples were paying no attention to us and seemed to be involved in their own explorations. Finally, one of the girls sat up on the side of the tub and laid back on the deck. Her male companion positioned himself between knees and for the first time in my life, I saw an erect male member slide into a female vagina. 

Another couple climbed out of the tub and moved to a nearby lounge chair. As soon as she laid back and spread her legs, he was attacking her vagina with his tongue and lips. We were the only ones left in the tub and I was ready to get in a dry place and explore my new found sexuality. I felt no embarrassment as I calmly walked across the deck to the house without any clothing. Inside, everyone was still dressed but I still felt no shame. In fact the idea of being naked in front of friends was a thrill. I even stopped and talked with a group of people as passed by. I took my boyfriend's hand and led him down the hall to the first bedroom. I was not too modest to be naked, but I still was not comfortable making out in front of my friends, especially when I knew it would go beyond simple petting.

I immediately lay down on the bed and my boyfriend joined me. I kept my knees together and on the bed. When he tried to resume touching between my legs, I parted them in order to give him access. Another few minutes passed of kissing and fondling, I was ready for more. To his surprise I pulled my feet up and spread my legs as wide as possible. 

That was the invitation he was waiting for. Within minutes the head of his penis was inside me and he was waiting for my signal to push in further. I pulled his hips towards me and he plunged fully into me. The sharp pain was fleeting and the enjoyment quickly surpassed the discomfort. He came quickly and as with youth quickly deflated and slipped out.

Now that we had completed my objective, we were faced with another problem. He was concerned about how we were going to get our clothes. Finally, he got up and rushed through the living room and out the back door. I calmly walked down the hall and with sperm running down my legs started talking with my friends. I stayed for at least 30 minutes in the living room enjoying the party and was the only naked person in the room. 

My friend took me by the arm and led me to the bathroom. She informed me that the juices running down my leg and the little tinge of red on my leg made it obvious that I had just lost my cherry.

It turned out that was not all I had lost. Three weeks later my period still had not started and I bought a pregnancy test kit. When the result showed positive, I immediately called my boyfriend and told him he would soon be a father. His initial reaction really disturbed me. He in effect told me that it was not possible after only one time and if I was pregnant, "take care of it."

That was the last time I talked with him other than with lawyers or our parents. As my pregnancy continued, I was unable to start my junior year in college because I was due in late November. My parents were very supportive and his parents assisted in the medical bills. My seven pound boy was my joy for the holidays. All the time I was pregnant, I continued to have the urge to be naked in front of others. Several times, I neglected wearing the paper robe during a prenatal exam.

Several time I showed my dad my swelling belly while calmly pulling pants down to my knees. I returned to school in the spring. I decided to nurse my baby and on several occasions feed my baby and exposed by breast to friends and strangers. By August, I was nearly finished with school, I wore one cup size larger bra and my body had returned to its pre-pregnancy shape. In fact all my exercising had added some new curves in my legs.

I finished school with a degree in Business and was immediately hired by a local company. The company was founded and operated by a local legend named Dave Davis. His company specialized in financing commercial properties. He traveled most of the time and always had a female assistant traveling with him. When she suddenly resigned her position, everyone knew that the rumors of their affair turned out to be true. For the next several months Dave traveled with a male assistant and obviously was not nearly as satisfied.

My job with the company was pretty dull until I was told to help a group who were putting a loan package together. I at first only did the grunt work of making copies and changes. This all changed when on a Saturday night, we were all trying to solve a problem with the project. We needed to have proposal in Omaha by noon on Monday. Dave had come in to help the team, we were all about ready to give up and go home. Because of position and tenure with the company, I normally did not participate in the business discussions. I had been thinking about the problem and finally could hold back no longer. I did not have a solution but I had a question as to why a certain part of the deal was handled the way it was. Even though I did not provide the solution, I started the group on a solution and within an hour I was making the final copies. I took the bound copies into Dave's office expecting him to be long gone. 

He surprised me when he spun his chair around and faced me. We talked for an hour and despite our age difference seemed to have an almost endless number of topics to talk about.

Finally, it was almost midnight and I had not seen my son since Friday night. Dave suggested that we stop for some breakfast and then call it a night. As I ate the eggs and sausage, our conversation continued as before. When we were done eating, Dave made sure I got to my car and was safely out of the parking lot and headed for home. 

The next morning my dad called me to the phone, it was Dave who wanted to know if I could go to the meeting in Omaha on Monday morning. I said sure, and was told to be at the airport at 6 AM.

I scurried around all day Sunday trying to get just the right outfit for the trip. In frustration, my dad handed me some money and told my mother to take me to the mall and give the guys some peace. We found the perfect outfit and mom promised to make the necessary alterations that evening.

I arrived at the airport with several minutes to spare. I waited for fifteen minutes for the flight service people to open the hanger lounge and then another quarter hour until the flight crew arrived to check out the plane. By the time Dave and the rest of the entourage arrived, I had eaten three donuts and drank two mugs of coffee.

The flight was smooth and seemed to be over as soon we took off. The meeting went well and only problem was discovered. I made the necessary changes without any assistance from the lawyers. Everyone was satisfied with the changes and the deal was made. On the flight back, Dave asked me to sit with him. Again we talked and talked about a variety of subjects. I found out that Dave was interested in a lot of subjects other than business. He confessed that he spent a lot of time reading for pleasure while at home and as he traveled. 

Dave asked me to have dinner after we landed, I though for a moment but could not think of any way to say no and not ruin my career. During dinner we continued to talk about many subjects. At no time did he ever act in any manner but as a professional. He never inquired about anything about my personal life.

During desert, Dave looked me in a serious way, "I talked with Tobias and we decided to move you over to the project group permanently. With a little experience and training, you should become a project leader in six months." Dave patted my hand and gave me a big smile.

The next day I moved my things to my new desk and meet with my supervisor to discuss my first assignments. From then on, twelve hour days, six day weeks were the norm. At least once per week Dave met with us to check on the projects. After a month, my team finished a proposal and we all traveled with Dave to the owner's office. On the flight back Dave and I talked and talked. "Tobias tells me you are picking the job up quickly and will be ready to lead a deal soon."

True to his word, I was assigned to a small proposal the next month. I finished up the work ahead of schedule and was able to take a Saturday off. I spent some time with the family and headed to the mall to improve my wardrobe. I purchased my first pair of thong underwear and an uplift bra. My work clothes were typical for a single mother trying to raise their child and build a career.

I purchase several blouses that were almost see thru to go along with my new suits. I also purchased a slightly risqué black sheath cocktail dress along with the necessary accessories.

I decided to treat myself to a fancy desert at a mall restaurant. As I was finishing up my coffee, an old friend from High School came over to my table. He and I exchanged pleasantries and he finally sat down at my table. For the next hour, we talked about our lives. Finally, Matt asked me if I was free for dinner. I said sure and called home to make arrangements.

Tom took me to nice intimate restaurant and we shared an excellent dinner and conversation. Tom went to the restroom and I was left to think about my life and the rest of the evening. I remembered that I had not any dates or personal contact with a man since my little boy was conceived. I took care of my needs with my hands or some inanimate helpers. I decided that I was going to have some fun that evening and maybe enjoy a little intimacy. Matt was the perfect choice, he lived across the country and only came back home once per year.

Before Matt returned, I retrieved my new pair of thong panties and put them in my purse. When I could, I excused my self and headed for the ladies room. After relieving myself, I slipped off my old white cottons and replace them with the thong. I then thought what else I could do to add a little spice to the evening. I finally decided to take off my bra. When I buttoned up my blouse, two more buttons were open when I returned to the table. I was able to hide my panties and bra in the packages. Matt suggested that we go to a club down the street for dancing and a nightcap. For the next two hours we danced and enjoyed some drinks. I was starting to feel the alcohol and my inhibitions were starting to slip. I leaned forward and only after seeing Matt's reaction, I knew he could see down my blouse and see my bare breasts. I slowly leaned back and with a smile told Matt, "sorry, but I enjoyed that and I think you something of interest."

Matt immediately moved beside and put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned forward letting Matt's arm to slide down my back. When his arm was just below my shoulder blades, I leaned back trapping his arm between me and the chair. His hand had really no place to go, it either flapped about under my arm pit or he could put it on the outside of my breast. Matt picked the latter and I gave his a big smile.

The next time we danced his hands dropped down to my buttocks and I am sure he though I was not wearing any panties. The last two buttons on blouse somehow came loose and the blouse was open to my waist. I know Matt could see my entire breast when I turned to talk with him. Another hour of a few stolen intimacies and a couple of open mouth kisses, lead me to make a decision. "Do you have any etchings we could look at in your room?"

Matt stood up and pulled me out of the chair. I smiled and slipped my arm around his waist. We walked the two blocks to the hotel as if we were long lost lovers. I kissed him as soon as the elevator door closed and finally broke off when we stopped at our floor. I hurried down the hall to the room and waited for Matt to get the door open. As I waited, I pulled my blouse out of the waist band of my skirt. As soon as I was in the room, I pulled my blouse off and reached for the button on my skirt.

Tom watched as I did a strip tease for him. His eyes went immediately to my thong as my skirt slipped down my legs. I kicked off my shoes and hooked my thumbs in the band of my last covering. When I was naked, I jumped on the bed and assumed the female position for a traditional fucking in the missionary position. Matt stripped off and joined me on the bed. For the next hour Tom moved his hands over my body followed by his lips and tongue between my legs.

For the first time in my life I was enjoying sex. When Tom finally positioned himself to enter my body with manhood, I was mentally gone with pleasure. By the time he was fully inside my body tensed into a knot before completely relaxing. By now Tom was pounding into me and was nearing his own release.

When I finally was recovered and aware of where I was, I found Tom laying beside me and lightly snoring as he slept. I also found a mess of fluids on my legs, pubic hair and on the bed. I also needed to pee, as I slipped out of bed Tom stirred in his sleep. I went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. As cleaned up, I decided a shower would be in order. As I stepped into the tub, Tom came into the room wearing only a smile. He followed me behind the shower curtain and immediately started to clean my back. His hands massaged my breasts before he cleaned up between my legs. Not only did he clean me on the surface but with his middle finger cleaned my insides.

After another leisurely round of sex, Tom and I dressed and said our good byes. I knew that Tom would going back home and our little interlude would only be future memories not the beginning of any relationship. I was a little sore as I drove home but felt very satisfied. I now realized what I had been missing as I enjoyed being a mother without a man in my life. 

I figured that I would take future opportunities to explore my sexuality with others. When I got home, my dad gave me a big smile which almost matched my obvious look of having recently enjoyed sex. I checked on my son and went to bed. I slept deeply and only woke up when my son could no longer me being a sleep.

He came into my room and touched my arm to wake me up. I was startled and immediately sat up. The bed covers slid down exposing my naked breasts. My son stared at my chest until his curiosity got the best of him, "mommy what are those?"

"These are one the things make boys and girls different. When a girl gets older she develops breasts. When she becomes a mother, her baby can get milk her breasts."

He looked a little puzzled but went on trying to get me out of bed. He pulled the covers down even further and finally exposed my naked body to my knees. Fortunately, he wasn't interested in me as much as he wanted someone to pay attention to him.

I finally could not resist and swung my feet to the floor. Finally, my son realized that I did not have any clothes on. When I told him that adults sometimes slept without pajamas, he seemed satisfied and ran out of the room.

I quickly dressed and joined everyone in the kitchen. As we sat around talking about the plans for the day, the phone brought us all back to the realization that the outside world was waiting on us. My father handed me the phone, "it's for you."

Dave was on the phone, he seemed to be very agitated and rushed. "I have a problem; I need to be in LA tonight for a formal dinner with a possible client. My wife will not go with me and I need date. We will stay over till at least Monday evening for a formal meeting with this guy and his investment partners. Can you go?"




The Party



I thought for a moment, "when does the plane leave?" "We need to be in the air in two hours in order to make it."

"I'll see you, good bye."

I quickly started to get ready. I packed my new cocktail dress as well as three days worth of business attire. For Sunday, I was lost. I finally decided to pack my only swim suit which was a modest two piece with full coverage. A cover-up and flip flops took care of a trip to the beach or pool. A blouse and shorts took care of a casual event on Sunday. Along with the other necessities, I filled two roller bags. 

When I was dressed, I had just enough time to drive to the airport in order to be ready to board by 2:30. I kissed everyone good bye and hugged my son. As I drove to the airport, I wondered who else would be traveling with us. I did not think that I was ready to be the one and only assistant.

Dave arrived after I did and we immediately boarded. The pilots already had received a take off slot so we pulled away as soon as the door was closed. Dave was the gentlemen and apologized several times for the short notice, the weekend work and being so indefinite about the trip. He told me that party and meetings would be with a former Hollywood star who now was a successful investor. His business prowess made him the lead principal and general partner in several large investment groups with several other Hollywood personalities.

He then explained that he had been to the man's home before and his wife had traveled with him. After dinner everyone sat around the pool drinking until the women got drunk enough to strip down and jump in the pool. Dave's wife was offended and faked a head ache in order to leave as soon as possible. "I don't know what your feelings are about this type of thing but I hope you will at least tolerate it for me. I am not asking you to join in but I hope you will at least put on a suit if necessary."

We arrived a little ahead of schedule and a limo took us to our hotel. Since he had planned on his wife attending, we had a two bedroom suite at a Century City hotel. Each bedroom had a full bath with a living room separating the bedrooms. I felt very comfortable with Dave and was not offended or worried about sharing a suite with him.

I took a quick shower and set my hair as soon as we arrived. I pulled on my new dress and realized that the bra I had brought to wear was not suitable. No bra was better than bra straps showing on my shoulders. Besides we were in Hollywood and no one wore underwear let alone a bra. I leaned forward to check what was showing. I found that as long as I didn't push in with my arms, everything remained under cover. I packed a small bag in case I needed to change for the pool.

Dave met me in the sitting room and took my arm. In the elevator and finally on our way, "You look beautiful tonight, I know that is not permissible to say that to an employee but you really are striking in a party dress rather than a business suit."

"You mean I look like a woman rather than an employee. Thanks, for the compliment and we will play like I am a date not an employee tonight."

Dave patted my hand as we sat in the limo as it traveled to Hollywood. Dave reminded me, "Remember there are movie people and nudity is the norm. I am sure some if not all of the others will be nude in the pool. It will not matter whether you join in or not. I am sure they will encourage you join in. As for me, I will of necessity join them, so you will see more of me than you expected."

"Don't worry, I am not offended by others being nude. In fact, I enjoy social nudity myself. Please, do not worry, I will join in if I want or if we need for me to undress. I will not be upset and probably will enjoy it. My only concern is what you will think of your employee running around in the buff?"

"Don't worry about it. It will be so pleasant to enjoy a sexy evening without listening to my wife."

That was the last time I ever heard Dave mention his wife. I do not know what their arrangement is, they appear together at limited events around the business and community. I know that they do not vacation together or socialize to any extent.

We arrived at the road where our host lived. The driver pulled into a driveway and stopped at the gate. In a few seconds the gate opened and we moved toward the house. We got out of the car and walked up the stairs to the door. Just as we approached, the door magically opened and I was facing my first movie star. Even though Jim was retired from performing, he maintained a trim appearance and had some expensive surgery to maintain the appearance of being 40 even if his hands indicated someone near 60. His wife Ann was obviously younger and still appeared in limited character roles.

Jim and Dave headed for the library while Ann lead me into the living room. My dress was very expensive to me but compared to Ann's it was from a second time around shop. Her dress was a silky chiffon creation that was decorated with beading over her breasts and around her waist. I could tell when she moved that she was not wearing anything under the dress. The openings for her arms were very generous and I could easily see the side of her generous breasts as she moved her arms. The skirt was slit on both sides to the waist and as her legs moved I could see nothing but skin all the way up the side of her leg. 

A server promptly brought us a glass of champagne as we talked. Ann excused herself and moved to the door with a grace and elegance that was never seen at home. When she returned, two more movie people were with her, I immediately recognized a young actress who was more none for the size of her breasts than her acting skills. Her escort was another well known star who had always played very sophisticated roles. When I was introduced, John kissed my hand. I found that his screen persona carried over to his personality. Mona, was obviously not the dumb bimbo she played on the screen. She immediately asked me questions about the investments that Dave and I would be discussing on Monday. 

Our conversation turned to topics of the day and I listened as the movie people discussed the latest film and TV projects. I could tell that rumors were the foundation of the social life of the stars.

A soft chime signaled that dinner was served. I could feel the effects of the champagne as I walked to the dining room. Dinner consisted of several courses along with along with plenty of wine. After a very light but delicious desert, the ladies moved to the living room while the men went outside to light up some big ugly cigars. After more wine, Ann and Mona were obviously drunk and were becoming loud as they talked. When Jim came in to get the ladies, he immediately escorted me out to the pool deck followed by his wife and Mona.

Everyone sat around the pool for another hour. I was beginning to believe that Dave's stories would not come to pass tonight. Suddenly, Ann jumped up and began to dance to an unheard rock song. She gave all the stripper moves she had learned for one of her movies and seemed to enjoy being the center of attention.

Mona could not stand being on the sidelines and joined in the dancing. I do not know where she learned to dance, but she looked very relaxed as she gyrated her hips. Finally, Mona's dress could take no more and the knot behind her neck gave up and the dress fell to ground around her feet. I had been right, she had been wearing only the dress and shoes. Ann continued to dance but now added some split leg moves in front of Dave and John. Mona reached behind her back and released her dress and soon was as naked as Ann. She then moved in front of Dave and spread her legs and slipped the neck of a wine bottle into her vagina. 

I was sitting between Dave and Jim and so got the full impact of Ann's and Mona's efforts. It was the first time I had ever watched a woman slide something into her body. The effect on me was to stimulate me and my body reacted as my panties became damp and then wet. Finally, Ann reached out and took my hand. She wanted me to join her. "Come on let's see your moves."

I started to move using the few dance moves I could remember. I could not match the grace or sexuality of either Mona or Ann who were both standing to the side watching me perform. Mona took my arm and lead me thru some moves that my mother would not approve of but I was enjoying because I had the full attention of two movie stars and Dave. I started to play to my audience and my hips began to move in what seemed like two directions at once. I pulled up skirt exposing the tops of my hose and I imagine someone had a glimpse of my panties. 

Mona had now stepped away and I was on auto pilot in my motions. After what seemed like a long time, I reached behind me and slid the zipper of my dress down to my waist. With the pressure that held my dress in place, the bodice of the dress started to slip downwards. The farther it went, the more of my bra was exposed. I finally could only hold my dress up by pressing my elbows into my side. I finally let the dress slide down to my hips and exposed my strapless bra. I pushed the dress past my hips and stepped out of the ring it made on the floor. 

I continued to dance in my bra, panties, garter and hose. Remembering some movie scenes, I placed my foot on the chair between Jim's legs. I unsnapped the garter and rolled the hose down my leg. I danced a little with a bare leg and the garter straps flapping about. I then put my foot between John's legs and repeated the removal of my hose. When I was done to my just bra and panties, I considered retiring from my dance career. However, I could tell that all the men were totally in awe of watching me perform. I could have taken them by the hand and lead them one by one over the cliff at the back of the yard.

Again, I was finding out that a woman's body gave her tremendous power over men when she used appropriately. I also was enjoying showing off my body to five strangers. I kept moving around trying to decide what to do next. I finally decided to continue and began to entertain again. I picked up a class of wine and as I sipped, I let wine run down my chin onto my chest. When the drops disappeared between my breasts, I could see the men watching it move just as if it was a ten caret diamond. 

While they were waiting for the drop to run out of the bottom of my bra, I reached between my breasts and released the clips of the bra. I held the bra cups apart and let the drops of wine slide down to my belly button. I was now starting to perspire from excitement and the exertion. I pulled the bra apart and flashed my breasts to the audience for just an instant. I could feel that my nipples were fully extended as I began to react to my sexuality. I finally pulled the bra apart and let it drop to the deck. I looked into Dave's eyes and found a look that more than the lust showing in Jim's and John's eyes. 

I was now faced with the old age problem of strippers. How do you gracefully and sexually remove your panties? I slipped my fingers into the strap across my hips and pushed the waist band downward. Because of the moisture between my legs the front panel of the material was stuck to my body. I decided that I should reward my boss and slipped between his legs. I placed his hands on my waist and pushed them downward. 

Dave hooked his thumb in my panties and pulled them down my legs. My trimmed pubic hair contrasted with the bare skin of Mona and the blonde wisps of hair between Ann's legs. I did not feel as exposed as I would have if I had removed all the hair. As it was, it gave me a feeling of modesty from complete exposure of my inner folds protecting my sexual center.

With my panties off and all the ladies all naked, the entertainment moved onward. A steward came down the steps as soon as I stopped dancing. I found then that not just three men had been watching my performance. The three of us stood around talking as if we were wearing a sister's habit. None of us appeared to be ashamed or upset being naked in front of several men. Dave pulled me off to the side, "You really put on a show. I am very impressed with your entertainment skills. By the way, you are the most beautiful lady here. Thank you."

Mona walked to the pool and walked into the water. Ann followed her into the water. I left Dave and walked to the pool and slipped into the water from the side. The men started to remove their clothing and finally joined us in the pool. My expectations were that Jim and John would immediately try to grope me or make some move on me.

To my surprise, the men did not make any move to any lady other than their partner. Jim became very attentive to Ann while Mona and John were locked in an embrace. Dave felt a little awkward about what he should do towards me. Judging from comments of Ann, I am sure they thought that Dave and I were lovers. Ann and Jim were getting very intense in their love making and finally, Jim lead Ann out of the pool. She walked to one of the lounges, laid down on her back and spread her legs. Jim leaned down and supported himself on his knees. I could see why male actors did not appear naked on the screen. While Ann's breasts were still attractive, Jim's package was rather unimpressive to say the least. Mona and John let the pool and Mona laid back on the first lounge.

By now, it was a little awkward for Dave and I. Our dinner companions were having sex in front of us and we had not even kissed before now. I knew Dave was a little concerned on what to do is that our hosts would be embarrassed if they found out that we were not lovers and they were fucking in front of us. To ease the moment, I moved in front of Dave and put my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. After a moment, I opened my lips and forced my tongue between his lips. As I pulled him to me, my breasts were pressed against his chest and leg moved between my legs and pressed against my pubic area. Dave was immediately stunned by movements but quickly recovered and kissed me back. When we broke the kiss, Dave said, "Thank you, I have wanted to do that for two months."

"Well since we are both naked, I thought a little kiss would not hurt." I followed Dave out of the pool. He sat down on a chair so that he could look at me and watch the others enjoy each other. I sat down on a chair next to him and discretely crossed my legs. Dave was torn between watching the four movie people make love or look at me. Finally, he decided that I was of more interest and he kept his eyes kept moving between my eyes and breasts.

I asked if he wanted another drink, he shook his head no and continued to stare at me. I stood up and walked over and sat down across his lap. He did not know where to put his hands on me. He tentatively put his hand on my waist. When he was comfortable, I initiated another kiss. The smile on his face afterwards told me he was enjoying being with me. 

I then took his hand from my waist and put it on my breast. "I thought maybe you would like to feel what you have been looking at all evening." Dave's hands on my breast felt so comforting and made me feel so secure that I leaned my head on his shoulder and enjoyed his touch. He caressed my breast before he concentrated one my nipple. He turned his head and kissed my ear and continued to minister to my chest. His other hand was on my back but Dave had moved it down to my buttocks. 

By now Jim and John were spent and snuggling with their ladies. As soon as Dave touched my breast he seemed to take control of the seduction process. Even though I had started it, Dave was now becoming more aggressive and I was becoming submissive to his efforts. His hands were now passing all over my body except between my thighs which I kept tightly together.

I finally became so aroused that I instinctively pulled my legs apart allowing Dave access to my vaginal opening. He quickly found my clit and gently touched its tender nub. I lay in Dave's arms and let him touch me at will. Finally, I was fully aroused and had enjoyed several small pleasant orgasms. I could not take any more, "either take me back to the hotel and make love to me or carry to me to one of the lounges and fuck me."

Dave laughed and lifted me up. I did not know which way he was going so I wondered if I would have sex in front of an audience for the first time or he would take me away and we could nestle in a bed.

We walked over to where hosts were laying down. Dave said good night and discussed the meeting times for Monday. I said good night to Ann and Mona who both hugged me. Ann whispered in my ear, "you really have a talent; Jim has not done that much for years." Mona also told me that I was really attractive and sexy. "I only wish I could watch you and Dave make love for the first time."

How she knew, I will never know but some people can sense things.

I followed Dave into the house without even thinking that I was naked. A steward had Dave's clothes over his arm and lead him into the den. A maid took my arm and helped me get my dress over my head. I assumed she dressed Ann and did not expect me to wear any underwear. Besides the last time I saw my bra and panties, they were sinking in the pool.

Dave escorted me to the car and helped into the back seat. My head immediately fell onto his shoulder and I snuggled close to him. Dave's arm was around my shoulder while his other hand was on my waist pulling me towards him. I felt so relaxed and protected with Dave. I knew that as soon as we got back to the room, we would again start our slide down the romantic hill to physical release.

I was almost a sleep when the car pulled up to the hotel. Dave gently shook me awake and helped me out of the car. I walked across the room to the elevators with a little help from Dave. He kissed me gently on the elevator and helped me to our rooms. When we were in the room I collapsed on the first chair waiting for Dave to take command of my emotions and ravish my body.

Dave realized that I was emotionally spent and any efforts to make love would be almost rape. "I will give you a choice. I will put you to bed in your own bed or we can snuggle up in one bed and see what happens in the morning." I stood up, reached behind me and unzipped my dress and walked into his room. I was nestled in bed as Dave joined me. He put his arm around my waist and cupped a breast. The other arm became my pillow. Just before I went to sleep, I realized that this would be the first time I had ever slept with a man without having had sex.

The next morning I woke up naked in a strange bed alone. I also needed to go to the bathroom badly. I swung my feet out and walked to bathroom. I opened the door and found that Dave was already ahead of me. I smiled and tried to look away as he did his business. As he washed his hands, I could not wait and sat down in front of him. When my flow had stopped, Dave asked, "how about a shower, then some breakfast."

I smiled as I stood up and reached for the paper. Dave looked away as I wiped myself. I turned and stepped into the shower. I adjusted the temperature and stood under the flow of water. I stuck my head, "hurry up, my back needs to washed." 

Thus began, Dave and my affair. It started fifteen minutes after the shower when I had a really mind blowing orgasm as Dave gave me oral sex. I was so loud that Dave needed to cover my mouth. Before he stopped, I had lost control at least twice more. Dave's face was covered with my juices. His smile and movements indicated that he was ready for the next step. I smiled and arranged my legs for his entry. 

He kissed me and I tasted myself. "You taste pretty good." Was the last thing Dave said before he slipped his erect penis into my vagina. He thrust easily into me because of my moisture, but my tightness gave us a wonderful sensation as his penis slid within my sheath.




The Party



Dave was not able to hold off too long but by then I was in some form of constant orgasm or afterglow. When finished, our juices flowed out of me like a flood. The resulting wet spot on the sheets felt warm was I laid back enjoying the afterglow. Dave cuddled me in his arms and drifted off into a sleep.

Two hours later I woke up when Dave snuggled up to my back. "I ordered some breakfast, I hope you like to share an omelet." For the next fifteen minutes I drifted in and out of sleep until the knock on the door. Dave yelled for them to come in as I made sure that the sheets covered my breasts. 

"After last night, I didn't think you cared who saw your assets." Dave laughed and gave me a little kiss on the nose. At first, I was offended by his comment but realized that he was probably right. Here I was sleeping off a hangover, discussing getting naked in front of my boss and four strangers and then spending the last two hours making love to my boss. After thinking about it, it sounded pretty good.

The waiter set up the table in the living room and quickly left the room. I had no robe or gown, so I walked naked into the room and sat down for breakfast. Dave had slipped on a robe to take care of the waiter. "Aren't you a little over dressed?"

Dave pulled off the robe and sat down at the table. "I like this tradition, sleep late, shower, make love and have breakfast naked." The breakfast was good and I did not realized how hungry I was until I started to eat. 

When we were done, Dave asked, "what do you want to do today? We have the whole day to ourselves."

"Well if you don't mind being with a bow legged female companion, then I would like to go to the beach and see the ocean."

"Your wish is my command." Dave pulled me out of my chair and gave me a hug and a kiss. When broke away, I glanced at the chair and noticed that I had left a deposit of our juices which were still leaking slowly out of me.

Dave lead me into the shower and proceeded to make sure that I was clean all over. As I was taking care of my hair, he moved my things from the other room into his. "I moved your stuff in with mine. I hope you don't mind. Oh yes, take a memo to my secretary. In the future when I am traveling with Miss Fox, we will only need one room in the future."

I blushed as I realized that our actions would soon become the talk of the company. As I dressed, I decided that I did not care. Neither of us would tell or confirm speculations, so let everyone guess.

The next six months passed so quickly. Dave and I traveled three or four nights a week. When we in the office I worked in an area away from Dave. After a proper time, I was promoted to Dave's assistant. Because of my hard work, no one really suspected about our relationship. Our travel plans included separate rooms with one room never used.

Everything was going on fine and I was enjoying my life and all its perks. I was going through Dave's mail when I found a personal letter from a Mr. Edwards of Miami. The letter indicated that since Dave had been a guest one time, he was now eligible to attend a retreat with a guest and a friend. The letter gave the dates and a number to call to confirm a reservation.

When Dave returned we went through the mail. With Mr. Edwards letter, I said, "I don't understand what this letter means. It looks important but what kind of retreat is it." Dave looked a little embarrassed and hesitated to talk about it. Later on, I asked him again and avoided answering my questions. That night, we were in bed and had enjoyed each other twice. I again asked what the letter was about and Dave immediately became defensive. "Come on, we don't need secrets."

"OK but it is a little sensitive. Mr. Edwards is the manager of a conference center in the Florida Keys. His employer rents the facility to companies for meetings and training sessions. Mr. Edwards has a side line business and rents the area two or three times a year. He charges each participant ten grand and provides a very interesting set of speakers during the day and then has a party that night."

"Well what's so secret about that?"

"That part isn't, it is the party that is unique." "What do you mean unique."

"Remember the guest, well I can bring any male I want and they will attend the meetings and enjoy the party." "OK, what is a friend?"

"Well the friend is a female companion of the invitee. She is normally a girl friend, mistress, friend or wife." Dave looked down before he continued. "The women are the stars of the party. At the dinner, each of the women performs a skit and then disrobes."

"You mean strips naked in front of everyone?"

"Yes." I looked at him and laughed. That sounds innocent enough. Getting naked in front of a bunch of men can be a fun."

"Well, it can be a little humiliating. You see they are also the objects of a lot of sexual innuendo and all the men are free to grope the women during dinner."

I am now thinking that there is even more. "Go on, what else happens."

"Well, after the dinner we go out by the pool. Each of the women get a chaise lounge and then the men can ask and get as much sex as they can stand."

"OK, let me get this straight. The women lay back and the men crawl between their legs and do what they want."

"Yes, the ladies can refuse anal and oral sex, but not screwing."

"So how many time do you guys get it up?" "Most of the guys are done after two women, but some of the women are more popular and can have several partners."

"Who took you?" "Someone you know and I am sworn to secrecy."

"Who did he take as his friend?" "His wife, she found out that he had been a guest and threatened a divorce if he did not take her."

"Did she enjoy it?" "Yes, she seemed too. She was one of the more popular ladies."

"Sounds like you were one of them." "Yes, we decided that if we screwed, we would both have less incentive to tell anyone."

"What did your friend think when he saw you with his wife?"

"Nothing, he was with the lady next to her when we made it."

"I find that hard to believe." I thought for a minute before I asked, "Would you like to go again?"

"If I hadn't met you, I would have been back as soon as I could have found a friend."

"Well it sounds like finding the friend is the hard part. I assume it is against the rules to hire a friend."

"Yes, professionals are not welcome. I understand that the Doctor who checks the girls has a pretty good record of spotting a ringer."

"I would love to talk with your friend's wife."

"So these guys bring their girlfriends and wives and donate them for the evening. I guess that tells you a lot about your friends."

"No, I sat next to a lady at dinner who had participated twice before. She said that she wanted to come back. It seems that she enjoys multiple partners for sex and her husband did not go for sex. She came to the meetings as a friend of her brother."

"Wow, I can't imagine a normal woman willing to submit herself to such humiliation."

"I thought you wanted to talk to my friend's wife?"

"Well I am curious as to her motivation and what she got out of it, besides a sore pussy and bruises on her breasts."

"OK, I will see what I can do."

The next week I had a phone message, "I am the lady you want to talk with. I will meet you at the Chimes at noon today."

I arrived at the Chimes restaurant a little before noon and was seated in a booth that offered a lot of privacy. A few moments later, an attractive lady near forty sat down across from me. "You are interested in a party in Florida?"

"Yes, I have some questions."

"OK after we eat, I will answer any I can." The waiter walked up and took our order. We talked about current events as we ate. When dessert was finished, my friend told me that it was time to ask questions.

"What is it like?" With a smile she responded, "The sexual high is as high as you will ever get. The idea of being humiliated in front of strangers is something I had never experienced. I had been naked with friends when I was younger and a few times in a hot tub since I was married. Never did I feel the absolute power over men I had that night, men looked at me as if I was the only thing in their lives and they would do anything to get my attention. Now, this feeling is something for one my age with two kids. The mental part took a little time to accept. After dinner, we all are striped in front of the group and some sexual joke is played on us. We then walk out of the room and to the pool. You lay down on a lounge and the men come to you. There is no foreplay but you don't need any, you are already as aroused as possible. After an hour, they call an intermission. You get a chance to clean up between your legs in front of all the men and then two of the women perform a lesbian scene for all of us to watch. We then resume what we were doing for another hour and then go swimming. A doctor checks us before and after and they have some basic rules the girls must follow. Other than that it is your usual Friday night orgy by the pool."

"What were your feelings when it was over and you were back with your husband?"

"Physically, I was very sensitive around my clitoris and my vagina was a little sore. It took me a week to feel like having intercourse. I had bruises on my chest and butt which went away in a week. I don't know if I was normal, I seemed to be very popular with the guys and had at least a dozen in my vagina. I also gave head to two guys and took two up my ass. I can't think of another place where I could have three men service all my openings at the same time and not earn the status of being divorced. Now, I am sure that you wonder about my husband and all this. When I found out that he had been a guest and what went on, I was ready to divorce him. I was a virgin when I met him and he has been my only man since the then. I have been groped by several men at parties and one man slipped a finger inside my panties at a New Years party. One time, my husband took me to the Caribbean on vacation and the resort was mostly topless and half nude. I wanted to leave immediately, but he insisted we stay and try it out. I pouted for two days, took off my top one day and the next day I was naked for the rest of the stay. I even won the sexiest roman robe on Thursday night. I guess a robe consisting of three ribbons was quite a sight. Anyway when my husband finally confessed to going to the party, I was ready to divorce him and would have if it wasn't for the kids. Needless to say, we didn't have sex for three months as I tried to figure out how I could get even with him. I finally decided that I would be his friend and go to the party. His immediate reaction was no way. I told him that it would be a very messy divorce. After some thought he agreed and two months later we were on our way. We traveled separately and I arrived at three for the orientation."

"I changed into the outfit provided. I gritted my teeth when the first guy groped me and when I was stripped. By the time the first guy pushed himself into me, I was smiling and waiting. When we got home, my husband did not know what to expect. On the first night, I walked out of the bathroom naked and told him that since he liked his women to nude and passive. I told him that I was not available for a few days. Since then our sex lives has never been better."

"Thanks, would you do it again?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much. For me it made up for what I missed before I got married. For my husband, he now looks at me as a sexual person again and I feel sexy and alive as we talk about it. I am so wet now; I'll need a shower when I get home. Oh yes, I also need a little help during the day these days."

We parted company and I paid the bill. As I walked back to the office, I tried to figure out who my new friend really was. She had been very careful to cover her identity and I am sure if I ran into her at a party, she would never acknowledge our meeting.

The next day, Dave and I left for another trip and spent the next three days in meetings, on planes and in bed. On the last night, Dave asked, "How was your lunch the other day?"

"It was a very interesting conversation. She and I have a lot in common. Neither one of us has had a lot of experience, before she married nor did before I met you. Both of us have enjoyed being the center of attention for men and have been naked in front of strangers. Neither of us had ever had sex with several men nor an orgy."

"It sounds like you are interested in being a guest?"

Before I rolled over on my side, I smiled and said, "maybe."

No more was said about the party for two months when another letter from Mr. Edwards arrived. It brought back some of my wilder thoughts and I again showed the letter to Dave. By now our relationship seemed to be very stable and getting to the point of needing some excitement. When Dave said, "do you want to go?"

I immediately said, "Yes, if we both think we can handle sharing the other."

Dave made the arrangements and I left home this morning. My travel bag consisted of clothes for the trip back tomorrow and a separate small bag with my make up. I had also included a robe in case my clothes were not available for the trip back to the motel.

The car continued to pass beautiful shoreline that was dotted with campers and families enjoying time on the beach. I hoped that I would have some time to look at the water before dinner.

The driver turned into what looked like a driveway. A gate with guard waved us through and we crossed a small bridge onto a small island. The car pulled up in front of a very simple but elegant entrance to a small hotel. The driver opened the door and let Sara and I climb out of the seat. I am sure the driver enjoyed watching Sara slide out after he watched her take off her underwear. From where I was standing, I could see a nipple and pubic hair.

As we approached the door an attractive lady in a loose fitting sun dress met us. She introduced herself as Margo and she was assigned to be our guide for the day. She directed Sara and I to go into a meeting room and wait till she came in. Two other women were in the room and to my surprise it was my luncheon friend. She walked towards me, "I remember you, you must have believed me or you would not be here. My name is Tina and are you really Jessica?"

"Yes, it is nice to meet you. This is Sara who has been my travel companion down from Miami."

Tina was wearing a light robe and obviously nothing else. She said, "come on over and get some lunch. Why don't you get undressed, Margo will want to check you for clothes marks as soon as she gets in here."

I pulled off my jacket and hung it up on a hanger, my skirt and blouse went on another hanger. Since I was not wearing any underwear, I only needed to remove my shoes. Margo said, "Put your first name on a slip and your shoes in a bag. Mark the hangers and bag, they will be delivered to your room this evening."

I looked around for a robe and Tina watched me search. She pulled off her robe and stood before as naked as I. "I might as well get used to this freedom; we all will have plenty tonight."

Sara was still dressed and seemed to hesitate to undress in front of us. Tina and I left her to her own devices and moved over to the food table. As we were finishing up with a salad, Sara joined us. The other lady was sitting with us and the four of us were talking about our trips when Margo walked into the room. "I am glad you are all comfortable, thank you Tina for helping me with our new guests. You have two hours to wait before the others arrive and the orientation begins. You can go out in the private garden but you may not leave this room or the garden."

The four of us walked out into the spacious garden. Included was a small pool that was more for soaking rather than swimming laps. We each found a lounge and got comfortable. Tina laughed and said, "Ladies, you will come to enjoy these lounges before the night is over."

We all chuckled and Sara got a look of mild terror on her face. I watched Sara's reaction and turned to her, "Are you OK? You seem to be a little worried about later.?

"Yes, I am only twenty and not very experienced with group situations. I have had sex with several guys but always just the two of us and in the dark."

"You will be alright, look at this as a learning adventure that will give you a lot of pleasure."

Margo brought us all some drinks and we noticed that she too was now naked. Tina smiled, "are you joining us tonight Margo?"

"Yes, we are a girl short tonight. But I only take up space; the guys are more interested in you younger girls. When your tits start to sag a little and your butt starts to droop, then we become observers. On the other hand, I have a great desire to satisfy anyone who comes my way. I hope it will attract others."

"George said you were great. You are as tight as a virgin and can really control your muscles. He said you could bring a guy off with out him or you moving your hips."

"Yes, I only have experience as an asset."

Margo jumped up and put on a gown to meet the later arrivals. Finally, ten of us plus Margo were sitting around the garden. A light tap on the door brought Margo to action, "Ladies, it is time to get ready."

We all followed her into the room and found that some changes had been made. First, a beautician was setting up in the corner and a portable table had been set up in the center of the room. The table was covered with several layers of sheets and a two examination stirrups were pointing away from the end of the table.

A man came out of the restroom as we were all finding seats in order to listen to the instructions from Margo.

Margo went to the center of the group, "All of you know what is going to happen tonight. I assume since you are here, you want to be a part of it. First, we will all be examined by Doctor Ed here who will make sure that you have no problems and appear to be able to have multiple sexual encounters. Also Jane and her assistant will set your hair after you have washed it in the restroom/shower behind me. Before you shower, make sure that you douche at least twice, you will also be expected to douche again after the party is over."

"Just before we go out, you will be given a dress for the evening. These garments are specially designed to expose a lot of you at dinner, make your body accessible to dinner companions and also easy to remove when you are up on stage. Tina, since you were here we have a new electronic toy for us all to wear at dinner. The old ben wahs will only be used after the Doctor has checked us and just before we dress."

"Now, we have a lot to do. Tina since you and Jessica were the first to get here, the three of us will be Doctor Ed's first victims while the rest of you get in the showers and start on your hair and make up."

Tina and I followed Margo over to the examining table. This will be a night of firsts, an exam of my sexual parts, sex with multiple partners and using ben wah balls for the first time. Margo sat down on the table as Tina and stood off to the side. Margo looked at us, "Don't leave, we can talk while Doc looks."

Doctor Ed put Margo's ankles up in the stirrups and spread them as far apart as possible. He put on a pair of gloves and sat down on a roller seat that put his eyes at the same level as Margo's pubes. Doctor Ed picked up some small scissors, "Margo, you need a little trim. You of all people should know that a pubic hair in the wrong place can be painful."

Margo laughed, "If it hadn't been for a sympathy fuck from you last time, I would have kept my cherry if I had had one."

The Doctor laughed and began to manipulate the folds of skin around Margo's vaginal entrance. He continued his manipulation of Margo and I noticed that he even spread her outer lips and checked to make sure that her clitoris was functioning. Margo was starting to sweat and she was obviously enjoying his efforts. I could see a lot of moisture appearing on her vaginal walls. When there appeared to be a sufficient amount the Doctor slid a speculum into Margo. Margo tensed and let out a breath as the metal slid into her body. The Doctor moved the handles apart and exposed all of Margo's inner parts. From my vantage point, I could see all the way up to what I am sure was her cervix. After checking, the Doctor removed the instrument and inserted his index finger. He was obviously looking for Margo's G spot and when he found it Margo tensed and obviously had her first rush of the night.




The Party



This is a true story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy telling it.

I had heard stories about secret, underground parties held at a house off campus. Supposedly, they were the wildest parties you could imagine. According to the rumors, there was all kinds of crazy stuff going on there.

I was very curious to find out first hand.

One day I heard through the grapevine that one of these parties was going down that weekend. I had to be there! The only problem was I had no idea if it was true, or if they'd even let strangers in.

Well, I figured there was only one way to find out. I decided I'd have the best chance to get in if I looked sexy. I put on my tightest pair of jeans. They were cut so low that you'd be able to see my pubic hair if I didn't shave myself nearly bald. I also wore a tight, skimpy tank top that barely held my braless 36C breasts. If I bent over, they just about spilled out the top.

I finished my hair and makeup and looked in the mirror. I thought I looked damn good. Good enough that any guy would probably let me into the party.

I got to the house and saw a few cars. The driveway was long, and the house was set back from the road, so I couldn't see what was going on. As I walked up the driveway I heard music playing and figured it was the right place.

I was a little nervous, but went and knocked on the door anyway, not sure what I'd say when it was answered.

"Damn, hello sexy!" said the handsome guy that quickly opened the door and stepped outside closing it behind him as he checked out my body, obviously focusing on my breasts.

He was tall, probably 6'2" or so and looked like he had a great body. His facial features were incredible. He had a strong jaw line, great lips, and beautiful blue eyes. And he had very trendy, longish shaggy hair.

"Hello sexy yourself," I answered.

"So you want to get into our party?" he asked

"Absolutely," I smiled. "I hear they're the best parties around campus!"

"Yeah, they definitely are," he laughed. "But do you know what our parties are like?"

"Well, I heard they're pretty wild, but I don't know anything else," I told him.

"You're gonna have to prove that you're ready for our kind of party before I let you in." he said with a wicked grin.

"How do I do that?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

Without saying another word, he undid he belt and dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground, exposing a beautiful, meaty, perfectly shaved cock and balls.

I knew how to take a hint. And I wanted to get into this party. And this guy was gorgeous anyway.

I dropped right to my knees and sucked his soft cock into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue while I played with his balls. 

He groaned his pleasure and immediately started to get hard inside my mouth. I just love that feeling.

Within a minute, he was hard as a rock and I was going to town on him. He leaned back against the front door while I slid my lips up and down his shaft, lightly squeezing his balls at the same time.

Then with my mouth still around the last couple of inches of his gorgeous prick, I wrapped my hand around the base. I started to stroke my hand up and down while my mouth bobbed over his knob, sucking and licking as I went.

I could tell by his moans and body language that he was getting close. When I felt his balls start to tighten, I slid my hungry mouth all the way down his cock, deepthroating him.

Just then I felt splash after splash of hot cum spraying the back of my throat. I waited until for a few seconds after he was done and slowly milked my way up his shaft.

When I was done, I stayed on my knees and stared up into his eyes with my sexiest look.

"Fuck," he sighed, still out of breath. "I just wanted you to show me your tits, but that works too."

"Well, I didn't want to leave anything to chance," I laughed. 

With that, he pulled me up to my feet, put his pants back on, and led me inside.

There were 10 or 12 people sitting around on couches talking, drinking, and smoking pot. It seemed much more laid back than I expected. There were a couple of more guys than girls, but that was fine with me. 

It also seemed like everyone was really hot, which seemed strange. I'd never been to a party quite like this.

"Hey everyone, this is..." he paused.

"Lisa," I added. "Have room for one more?"

"Who is she, Jim," asked one of the guys.

"Don't worry, she's cool," He assured them.

With that, he led me to an empty couch. In no time, I had a drink in one hand and a joint in the other. There was lots of laughing and flirting going on, everyone was having a great time.

After what must have been a few hours, I had forgotten about the crazy reputation these parties had.

"OK, I think it's time to get a little more comfortable everyone," said one of the guys as he turned the lights off.

Jim reached over, put his hand behind my head, and guided my face to his. Our lips met, and I was in no mood to resist.

I decided hours ago that I wanted to spend the night with him tonight, so I greedily retuned the kiss. Soon we were going at each other like teenagers on prom night. Our passionate, sloppy, sexy kisses exploring each others mouths, lips, faces, necks, and shoulders.

My hands were under his shirt exploring his body that felt like it was cut from marble. His hands quickly pushed the straps of my tank top over my shoulders exposing my breasts and hard nipples. He roughly played with them with both hands, before one moved to my ass.

As I pulled his shirt over his head, I realized that I could hear moaning and groaning coming from all over the room. I looked around and in the moonlight coming through the windows, I could make out some shapes.

The couch next to us had a guy and girl in a similar position that we were in. In the corner I could see another couple, completely naked in a chair with her riding him.

Standing against a wall were two guys, shirts off, making out, one with his hand down the others pants.

Then on the floor were three people, two guys and a girl, in various states of undress. One guy was between her legs face first, the other was sucking her nipples.

Jesus, this was some party after all. I'd definitely have to come back, but for the moment I had more important things to do.

By now I was sitting in Jim's lap. I faced him, and just smiled while I rubbed his hard chest with both hands. He pulled my tank top over my head and started nibbling and sucking on my nipples. This drove me crazy!

I reached down to undo his belt and rub his cock. This time, he took the hint. He stood up and dropped his pants and boxers for the second time tonight. At the same time, he undid my pants and pealed them off of me. I wiggled my tight little ass to help, or maybe just to tease. He seemed to like what he saw.

"No panties huh? I guess you were ready for tonight," he laughed.

I just grabbed his shaft and pulled him towards me. I hungrily sucked his cock head into my mouth while I stroked his hard fuck pole. I couldn't wait to see what else this could do.

"Oh no, we already did this," he said. "As good as it was, it's time for something else."

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my feet. Then in one motion, he picked me up, turned me upside down, and pulled me against his body. I ended up with my mouth at cock level, and legs wrapped around his head.

Neither of wasted any time. His cock was ball deep in my mouth in seconds as his tongue explored my hot, wet pussy. 

After just a couple of minutes, between being high, drunk, upside down, having a cock in my mouth, and the heaven going on between my legs, I felt like I was going to pass out.

For some reason, the strange mix of feelings was making me incredibly sensitive. Or maybe he was just that good. 

My body shook and I nearly tore his head off with my legs as wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through my body. I pulled my mouth off of his cock as I screamed.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Jesus Christ!" Anyone within a mile probably heard me, but I didn't really care.

Jim laid me back on the couch.

"God, please fuck me Jim," I begged once I caught my breath.

Seconds later, he was laying on top of me, guiding his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

Seconds after that, I was screaming again. This time, I didn't seem to be the only one. I think I set off an orgasm chain reaction.

Jim wasn't fooling around now. He was giving exactly what I wanted. I good, hard, rough fucking.

He slammed his cock in and out of me at lighting speed, my hips bucking up and down to match the rhythm of the squeaking springs.

I reached up and pulled him to me, kissing every inch of his face while I wrapped my legs around his waste in an attempt to pull him even deeper inside me.

Somehow, he picked up the pace even more, fucking me harder than I've ever been fucked before.

I knew neither of us would last long at this rate.

Soon, my second orgasm came, which I could feel was about to trigger his.

I spread my legs and unwrapped my arms. He took the hint and pulled out, now kneeling above me.

I licked my lips while he furiously stroked his glistening, hard cock above me.

Soon he was shooting blast after blast of cum all over my chest and face. For the second time that night, I gently milked the last few drops out of his softening cock and swallowed them.

When he recovered, he led me by the hand upstairs first to the bathroom where we showered together, then to his bedroom where I spent the night. We didn't get much sleeping done.



The Party



Michael looked down at the flashing light on his answering machine. He instinctively knew who it was, and he was not up to listening to her voice. He laid his keys on the table and went about his business, putting groceries away. He hadn't yet gotten over the sting, which was probably why he desperately wanted to push the button. Michael refrained for the moment and flipped on the TV. The Cavs were trouncing the Bulls, but his focus was definitely not on the game. After busying himself for a little while with mundane tasks that somehow made him feel worse rather than better, Michael let the butterflies take over.

"Um, Michael, it's me," came the soft voice. "Look, I feel kinda funny asking, but Jerry is having a big party tomorrow, and I thought maybe you'd like to come. It would be great to see you again. I've missed you."

"Yeah? Then why the fuck did you say you wanted to date other people?" Michael asked the box of plastic and metal.

It had been two weeks, but Michael had just gotten over the initial shock and denial. He'd had plans with Amber, plans he now knew deep down would never be realized. Initially, he'd hoped they would reconnect. But the spanning of days slowly convinced him that she was taking the easy, but permanent, way out.

"How the hell do you go from dating a woman exclusively to sharing her with other men?" he asked himself.

That knot in his stomach, which had only recently dissipated, returned at full force. Michael didn't want to see her again. He just wanted to climb in bed and stay there. But a part of him refused to accept defeat. That part didn't want her back. It wanted to show her and everyone else that he was strong.

Saturday night rolled around, and Michael was as nervous as ever. When he arrived, cars were already lining the street. Jerry answered the door.

"Michael, I wasn't expecting you to come, you know, with you and Amber..." Jerry said, his voice trailing off into the noise of the party.

"Yeah, I just didn't think I'd do myself any good sitting at home and sulking," Michael replied.

"Well, there are plenty of hotties here, man. Take your pick."

"Thanks, Jer."

Michael made his way through the house to the kitchen. Jerry was right. There were a lot of gorgeous women here. But Michael still wanted to see her. He hadn't realized how much he concealed his true wishes, even to himself.

He almost spilled his beer when a hand touched his shoulder. He turned around and found himself face to face with Amber for the first time in two weeks.

"Michael! I'm so glad you made it. I've missed you," she chirped.

"Yeah, I've been kind of busy with work lately," he lied.

She knew he was lying. And he knew that she knew. But somehow it was the only thing he could think to say. He was still amazed that she could be so okay with this. It was as though they had just been good friends all that time.

"Well, I'm glad you came. It will be nice to see your face again," she said as she leaned in for a hug. He awkwardly put his arms around her for a moment. She lingered on his body longer than he had hoped. A few more moments and he would have held on forever. Michael was always a little possessive with his women. It wasn't that he was manipulative. He had low self-esteem, and he knew it. His habit of finding a woman and smothering her didn't help matters in his relationships.

"Oh, there's Mindy and Evelyn," Amber said. "I'd better go say hi. Please stay. I know it's awkward, but I know you've missed me, too."

"Sure, Amber. I'll stay for a while," Michael smiled as she bounded off to gab with her friends. He wanted nothing more than to run from that spot. He would make a bee line for the front door and drive straight home where a bottle of Jack called him. But his feet were heavy. He couldn't move them if he tried.

"What a bitch," a voice called from behind him.

Michael slowly turned, shaking himself out of the daze. It took a moment to register what he was seeing. He first caught her green eyes and red lips, framed by auburn tresses. He quietly forced himself to stop staring.

"Aw, she's not so bad," he sheepishly replied.

"Let me guess. She broke up with you to date other people?" the mystery woman asked.

"Yes," Michael said shyly.

"And she invited you here with all your friends around?"

"Yes."

"Trust me. She's a bitch, and you don't deserve to be treated like that."

With that, she strode past him and into the front room. Michael knew this woman was right. He was being played. He knew Amber wanted him to fawn over her. She always had. But he also realized she could get that from any guy. Why him? Michael spent a few hours trying to sort things out. He wasn't sure if the beer was helping or not, but he felt relaxed for the first time in a while. He wandered around the party and noticed things had died down a little. Couples were beginning to pair off and disappear. He wondered where Amber was. It didn't take long to find out.

Michael heard moaning coming from the den. He approached the doors and slid them open a crack. His heart sank. Amber was on her knees, with her shirt off, giving head to Brad. Brad and Michael had always competed in everything, even women. And here was his rival getting a blow job from his girl. His ex-girl, Michael reminded himself. Brad must have noticed the movement of the doors, because he glanced in Michael's direction. He smiled nice and wide, knowing he had gotten the better of Michael. Michael wanted nothing more than to burst through the doors and beat the shit out of Brad in the worst way. But he knew he'd been owned, and there was little he could do.

He walked slowly through the kitchen and out onto the deck. He downed his beer in a few gulps.

"I told you she was a bitch," a familiar voice stated in the dark.

"Yeah, I guess I was pretty stupid for coming here," he groused. He was glad it was dark. Had it been light out, the anger would have been very apparent on his face. But his voice told the whole story anyway, so he really didn't try to hide anything.

"I wouldn't call you stupid," she said. "Maybe confused and forlorn, but not stupid."

"So what tipped you off that she was a bitch?"

"You mean other than they way she hugged you and left you hanging?"

"Well, I guess it was pretty obvious, wasn't it?" Michael's mood lightened a little. He was finally getting this off his chest, and it was a relief not to keep it holed up inside.

"Well, there's that and the fact that she was talking smack about you in the bathroom before you arrived," the woman shot back playfully.

"WHAT?!"

"Look, I don't want to get into that," she calmly replied. "You look like a nice guy, but believe me, you're better off without her. She and that sleaze ball in there deserve each other."

"Oh, you've met Brad?"

"Yeah, he tried to hit on me. But I have a rule about bumbling idiots."

Michael laughed. It was the first time he remembered laughing in weeks. For a moment, he even forgot his recent girlfriend was slobbering all over the knob of a guy he hated.

"I'm Michael," he offered, finally feeling relaxed.

"I know," she offered back mischievously.

"Well, do you have a name?"

"Yes."

"Will you tell me what it is?"

"Yes."

"Well, what is it?"

"Maria."

With that, Michael broke into song, albeit rather poorly, "Maria. I just met a girl named Maria, and suddenly that name will never be the same to me."

"Okay, Tony, that's enough," she laughed. "Do you sing any more show tunes?"

"Maybe if I had more beer in me I could."

"Why don't you come over here and sit next to me?"

Michael walked over and sat next to Maria. For the first time, he was able to appreciate her. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and even with the little light he could tell she was gorgeous. She had strong features, but more importantly he could tell she wasn't the typical bubble head he was used to.

"Excuse me for saying this, but you seem out of place here," he said.

"Well, I just moved here, and my cousin Angie thought I should come and meet people."

"It's good to know I'm not the only one not enjoying myself," Michael chuckled.

"Well, I can't say it's been a total waste," Maria smiled. "I'm glad to see you finally woke up from your funk."

"Yeah, I'm glad I came."

"Not yet you haven't," she said teasing him. Maria leaned a little closer and touched her lips to his. She broke from the kiss and asked Michael to follow her. Michael was a little confused by this, but he was willing to follow her anywhere after touching those lips. Maria led him back to the den door, where they peered inside.

Michael was no longer feeling nauseous at the prospect of watching Amber and Brad. He wondered what Maria had in mind. When he finally looked through the doors, he saw amber sitting on the couch next to a snoring Brad. She didn't look too happy with him.

"I'd feel sorry for her if she hadn't been such a sniveling cunt to you earlier," Maria whispered. "Come here. I want to try something."

Maria led Michael back to the kitchen where she sat him on the counter. She kissed him passionately on the mouth, exploring with her tongue. Her hands deftly maneuvered their way around his pants, and she managed to pull them and his boxer briefs off in one motion. Maria's head dropped to his crotch where she took in his semi-hard cock. Michael had never felt like this before. Amber's head was always a little sloppy. He'd never complained about it nor turned it down – it would have to be pretty bad head to turn down – but Maria was simply incredible.

She softly tongued the underside of his head while her mouth formed a seal over the helmet. She combined this with a little pressure and nearly sent him over the edge right there. She backed off when she felt his balls contract.

"I want you to last a little longer," she said with a mischievous grin.

Maria continued to work on his shaft, changing her technique every time he got a little too comfortable. She was drawing it out and Michael loved every bit of it. With each passing second, his moans grew louder. Right as he was about shoot down Maria's throat, the door to the den opened. There stood Amber, wearing nothing but Brad's shirt.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" she bellowed.

"I'm getting the best blow job of my life," Michael responded after Maria had finished milking him for all he was worth. "What are you doing?"

"I just came out for a glass of water and I find you getting sucked off by this bitch?"

"You say this after I watched you slobber all over Brad's dick? I'd say you have your priorities a tad skewed."

"Oh, so you're just trying to get back at me?" Amber replied coldly.

"Actually, I don't really give a shit about what, or who, you do. We're not together anymore. Remember? I guess you'll have to find a new sycophant."

Amber huffed off into the den sobbing. Michael smiled at Maria as he hopped down from the counter.

"Is there anything I can do for you, or to you, to repay the favor?" Michael asked, still glowing.

"Well, I have a few suggestions, if you're interested." 



The Party



It was to be my first weekend without kids. It was to be my first weekend as a single woman too. My divorce had just been finalized and my children were going to their dad's house for visitation. A good friend of mine, Mary invited me to her house on Saturday night for a small get together with friends. I really wasn't looking forward to being home all alone so I quickly accepted her offer. 

It ended up a nice little party with about twenty people there, laughing, drinking, and just having a good time. I had a little too much to drink and so Mary, and her husband Tom invited me to spend the night. I gratefully accepted. 

Mary and I went upstairs to pick out some pajamas that I could borrow for the night. We entered their bedroom and quickly decided on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts that looked like they would fit me. I began to take off my blouse but I got a little dizzy from the alcohol and so I had to sit on the end of their bed to completely remove it. 

Mary laughed, " Do you need some help there Hon?"

"No I can get it. " I mumbled embarrassed by my obvious drunkenness.

I stood up again and began to slide my jeans down over my hips. I again started to lose my balance and fell over on the bed, making a very loud noise. 

"Here let me help you with those." Mary laughed and began to remove my sneakers which I had stupidly forgotten to remove before trying to take off my pants. 

Mary then helped me remove my jeans. She had me stand back up and just stripped them right down to my ankles and helped me to step out of them. Just then Mary's husband entered the room! I quickly tried to cover up but had nothing to cover up with nearby so I did what everyone does in those circumstances, I tried to use my hands to cover up as much as possible. 

What a day to not wear a bra, I thought to myself as I cupped each of my breasts trying to cover up most of them, fully aware that I was standing there in just my thong panties. 

Tom stood there shocked for a few seconds and said, "Oops, I'm sorry. I heard a crash and thought something happened," and quickly left the room.

I turned to Mary and said, "I am so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen."

Mary giggled, "Don't worry about it. I am sure Tom didn't mind a bit."

Mary slipped the T-shirt over my head and helped me into the shorts and we returned downstairs. 

Tom was in the living room standing in front of the television putting a DVD into their player. 

"How about a movie?" He asked, " Feel like watching Wild Things?"

Mary turned to me waiting for me to answer. I was still very drunk and didn't really want to go to bed for fear that I would be sick to my stomach. 

I shrugged and said," Sure, why not?"

Tom started up the movie and Mary and I sat on the couch leaving the chair for Tom. Tom then turned the lights off and sat in the chair diagonal from us. 

We began to watch the movie and before long I was feeling the need to lay down. I curled myself up so that I wouldn't be taking up too much of the couch and continued to watch the movie. 

Mary then decided to lay down too. Instead of laying with her head on the couch though she turned and laid her head on my hip. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that it had been so long sense I had had sex, but I was feeling very horny. Mary laying on me like that wasn't helping any.

Mary then quickly put her hand under her head and continued to watch the movie. After a short while I started to feel Mary move her hand but instead of taking it away, I began to feel her slowly and subtly begin to rub my ass. I was so horny and impatient that I began my own subtle movement to give her easier access to me. I began to slowly roll a little at a time onto my back.

Mary had gotten the hint and decided to not be so subtle any more. She pushed me the rest of the way onto my back and kissed me long and deep. I was in shock but I had no intentions of stopping her either! Mary positioned herself so that her legs were intertwined with mine and she began to rub her thigh against my pussy, basically dry humping me. She then took my hand and placed it on her breast! She was definitely not being subtle now!

I had never touched another woman intimately before. Her breast felt wonderful! Soon I was opening her blouse, anxious to feel what her bare breasts felt like. I was having trouble unbuttoning her blouse.

She pulled away from me and said, "Wait let me help you with that. Here you sit up too so we can both take our tops off." 

She helped me sit up and pulled the T-shirt off over my head. It was just then that I remembered about Tom. I turned to look at him. He was just sitting there watching us. 

"Never mind him, he'll only watch unless invited," Mary said as she removed her blouse.

She had a very sexy black lace bra on. She then undid her jeans and slipped them off too! I was surprised to see how truly hot she was! She had on a matching lace thong . She wasn't super skinny but she wasn't fat either. She had a beautiful hourglass figure. I had never noticed it before.

Mary turned to me again and slipped off her bra. Her breasts were small but pert. She had big nipples for the size of her breasts and they were a beautiful light shade of red. Looking at them made my mouth water. She rejoined me on the couch and we kissed again. 

This time she didn't need to put my hands anywhere, they had a life all their own! I just had to feel those nipples. I began to squeeze her nipples lightly; teasing them to come fully out. Soon they were rock hard and I had to taste them. So I did. It was amazing her breasts were so soft, her nipples so hard. I was getting wetter and wetter, and hornier and hornier by the moment. 

Mary was all over my breasts as well; sucking and nibbling them. Soon her hand was slipping into the leg of my shorts and up to my wet panty covered pussy. She teased me through my panties for several minutes. I knew that I had to have soaked them right through now. Then she finally slipped her fingers inside the leg band and right into my awaiting pussy. As soon as she touched me, I came. I came hard and I came fast. 

Just as my orgasm subsided, I looked over at Tom. He was sitting on the chair still watching us, only now he had his cock out stroking it. He didn't have a small cock but not very big either, probably around 6 inches give or take, with a nice thickness. He was completely shaved clean and had a nice pink color to his cock. Looking at it made me want to suck it, badly. 

Mary stood up and slipped off her panties. She then bent down and pulled my shorts and thong off. So we were both now completely naked. Normally I would have felt a little shy and embarrassed but just then I was too drunk and much to horny to think of anything else. 

Mary immediately spread my legs open wide, exposing my very wet, bald pussy to both herself and Tom. She dove right in licking and sucking me like a mad woman. She teased my clitoris until it was fully engorged . Then just as she was sucking it into her mouth, she inserted two fingers into my dripping cunt. I felt the tension building in my stomach again and knew that I was about to cum again. I didn't want to smother her but I could feel my legs tightening so I pushed them up, pushing my pussy harder into her mouth at the same time and exposing myself even more. I became to cum, crying out in ecstasy. 

After my orgasm subsided I decided to return the favor and guided Mary onto the couch. I slipped her legs open as well. I had never eaten a woman before but I had every intention of ending that right now. I began to slowly lick her pussy lips, goading them open, exposing her clit a little bit at a time. After I had most of her clitoris exposed I began to tease it with my tongue and hot breath. Mary began to moan and try to push herself farther onto my tongue but I was enjoying the tease. 

Just then Tom begged, "Please can I join you two hot ladies? My cock is so hard watching you." 

"What do you think? Should we let my husband join in the fun?" Mary asked.

I smiled," Yes. I think I'd like to fuck him too!"

We didn't need to invite him again. He immediately walked up behind me and knelt down. I knew I was going to get my wish. 

As Tom entered me from behind, I buried my face into Mary's waiting pussy again and began to really go at her licking and sucking her beautiful twat. I pushed back against Tom grinding myself against him hard, making his pelvis rub on my clitoris. Just as I was going to cum again, and this time all over Tom's hard cock, I inserted two fingers into Mary's eager cunt and licked her hard into a very hard orgasm. 

Tom watching us both cum was all he needed, and soon he was pounding into me as hard and fast as he could. He began to let out a small growl like sound and then his cum exploded deep inside of me. 

We all just collapsed into a heap of body parts for a few minutes; trying to recover our breath and a regular heart beat again. It was then decided that maybe we should all head upstairs to bed. I was told that I would not be using the guest bedroom after all and instead I slept right in the middle of Mary and Tom cuddling with them all night long.

The morning came and we awoke to find Tom was again ready for some fun… but that's a story for another time. 



The Party



As I approached the house I took a final deep breath in an attempt to steel my nerves. What I was about to do was so new to me, so wicked. I had heard about this house party from a very dear friend, and I knew that the secret longing deep inside of me could wait no longer to come out and play. 

All of my life I had suppressed the urge to share my body and to display myself. To give myself to many willing men, and hopefully at the same time. I wanted men to watch me being fucked and get so hard that they had to join in or start jacking off. I wanted to feel cocks of all shapes and sizes and I wanted to be bathed in their cum. I had been having a recurring fantasy of laying on a table completely nude, while nameless, faceless men stood over me squirting their hot fluid all over my naked body. Some nights, as I masturbated furiously, I could literally feel the hot ropy strands hitting my tits and face. That's why when I heard about this party, I knew that I was finally ready. 

Once inside, I handed my coat to the doorman and gave him the password. He looked me over and smiled, and told me that everyone was starting with drinks in the den. As I entered the room and walked towards the bar, I took my time to show off my best assets. I knew that this was an icebreaker of sorts, but it was also where you scoped out a few potential partners. I didn't want to be lonely my first time out, so I had dressed to kill. I wore a clinging burgundy gown, more a simple sheath really, and my breasts and legs had never looked better. The very high heels I was wearing pinched like hell, but they were worth it to show off my muscular calves. 

Sipping my cocktail, I mingled lightly with many different people. I tried to make my way around the whole room, hitting everyone at least once and hopefully making a good impression. One woman even asked me if she had seen me at one of these before because I looked very familiar to her. I replied no, first timer, but very excited. I couldn't help noticing how attractive everyone was, and then I wondered if they were just very selective or I was just so aroused that everyone was attractive to me. The women were even very sexy to me, and I had never even glanced at women before. I did keep noticing this one very attractive man, with short dark hair and the most adorable smile, and I couldn't help hoping that we would meet again later.

Before long, the organizers of the party appeared, and they laid down the ground rules. As I had figured, this was simply an icebreaker. The real fun started upstairs. Whenever someone decided they were ready to play, they were to go upstairs to the many empty rooms. However, to do so you must be completely nude. Once upstairs, if a door was open you were welcome to go in and watch, but you couldn't join unless you asked permission or were invited. If the door was closed it was a private party. 

Downing another quick drink, I went to the changing room to slip off my dress. Once I was completely nude I made my way up the back staircase. At the top, I saw many open doors. I could already hear moaning and panting, and I could feel my pulse beginning to race. Since this was my first time, I thought that it might be wise to look around a bit first. Tiptoeing into the first room I came to, I saw something that made my breath catch and my pussy begin to throb. There were chairs lining the walls, and I quickly found an empty one and started enjoying the view. 

On a small bed in the center of the room, a man laid prone on his back. One woman was sucking his large cock inside her mouth and playing with herself, and another woman was sitting on his face. As I watched, the one sucking moved up to sit on the engorged shaft, and the woman on his face rotated to face the other woman. These two women then leaned towards each other and began kissing and fondling each other's breasts, and I swear that I could feel every caress in my own. My nipples were swollen and tingling, and my pussy was quickly following suit. 

After a while I decided to try another room, hoping to find more men on display. The next room was not a disappointment. In this one, there was one very lucky woman, also lying on her back. She currently had one man thrusting away between her thighs, another man straddling her stomach and fucking her tits, and her head was hanging upside down while another man fucked her mouth. This was getting me so fucking hot. I glanced around and noticed that I wasn't the only one. Many observers were already stroking their cocks, and one woman was wearing the hell out of her vibrator. God! I had never realized what I had been missing! 

As my eyes continued to wander, they landed on the attractive man I had seen earlier. He seemed very caught up in the action, and I could see that he was stroking slowly. I don't know what it was about this one man, but I was very drawn to him. There were others there with sexier faces and bigger cocks, but he was unbelievably magnetic. He glanced towards me, saw that I had also succumbed to the urge to masturbate, and gave me a quick wink and a smile. I came in that instant, and I couldn't keep from groaning loudly. I had cum and I wasn't even watching the show. That of course got some attention, and I saw that a few men were now watching me as well. 

"Excuse me," a voice said to my left. I turned and saw a very sexy man smiling at me. 

"Yes?" I breathed.

"Would you like to go to another room? I've been watching you all night and I would love to have some fun with you," he said with a deep voice and a playful grin. Ok, it was now or never. I glanced again at the man I'd been watching, but he was ensconced in the action again, and paying me no attention. A little sad that my first time couldn't involve him, I shrugged it off and turned back to the sexy man smiling at me with a very prominent erection. 

"Yes...but please be patient with me. I've never done this sort of thing before." 

"Of course! Don't worry, I'd be honored to help initiate you to this." I could see the excited gleam in his eye at the thought of breaking in a newbie, and I could swear that his cock twitched. 

He took me by the hand and led me to another room. We started out slowly kissing and getting the feel of each other, and we were already drawing a crowd. When I was properly warmed up, he laid me down on the bed and slowly thrust his huge cock inside me, and it felt like heaven. He began to thrust deeply, and I was meeting every movement with a twist of my hips. My loud moaning was attracting even more onlookers, and my partner was groaning deeply. Around this time, another man walked towards the bed. 

"May I please eat your wet pussy? You two are so hot, I want to taste what feels so good to him," He begged. I noticed that he was stroking his erection and staring at where our bodies were joined. 

"Would you like that baby?" My current partner stopped to ask. 

"How would we do this?" I asked, and they both chuckled at my naiveté. 

"Simple. We just rearrange a bit," he returned. He stopped to withdraw from me, and I groaned from the feeling of emptiness. "Don't worry, I'm coming back," he soothed. He lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of him on my back. I started to get the picture, so I sat up and slowly lowered myself onto his hard cock. Once I was in position, I leaned back against his chest and began to grind against him again. He held onto my hips and began to piston himself up inside of me. 

This new position felt amazing. He was deeper than ever, and it exposed us both to the room. My tits were thrust up proudly and shaking as we fucked, and my impaled pussy was now open for a new guest to feast upon. The newcomer knelt between our legs and lowered his mouth to my soaking wetness, and the first swipe of his tongue had me screaming. I could feel a hot wet tongue licking at my clit, while a huge cock was fucking me deep. This was such unbelievable torture, so much stimulation; I just didn't know how I was going to keep from going insane. 

I opened my eyes again to notice the large crowd of onlookers. There, in the back, was my mystery man. I was so thrilled to see him there watching me. He looked as if he liked the show, too. I suddenly knew that I just wasn't having enough fun. 

I looked right at him and asked, "Wouldn't you like to join us?" To my deep sorrow, he shook his head. 

"I just want to watch right now." That's all he said, and he went right back to stroking his cock. I caught his eye right before he went back to looking at the whole scene, and his look said one thing: Make them cum for me. I knew right then that I could give him a wonderful show. I glanced around the room and noticed another man, furiously stroking his enormous cock and staring at my dripping, occupied pussy.

"Hey baby," I called to him. His gaze snapped up to mine, and he looked frantic. "You wouldn't turn me down too, would you?"

"Oh God...fuck no!" He groaned.

"Then why don't you come over here and play with my tits while I suck that huge cock?" I panted, and he literally jumped up and was with us in the blink of an eye. So there I found myself, getting fucked from behind, my pussy licked, and my tits fondled. The new man's cock was right in my face, so I reached out and stroked it for him, pulling him closer to my waiting mouth. I looked over at my silent observer, saw that he was loving this, and I sucked this new cock deep inside my wet lips. I heard him groan loudly, and I could feel him starting to thrust his hips inside my mouth when I grabbed onto his ass. 

All four of us then tuned everyone else out and really began fucking in earnest. I was screaming my second climax around this man's cock, and I could feel the man below me starting to shake. I knew that they were all close, and I was dying to feel their cum. I pulled away for a second from sucking to tell them just that.

"If you guys are close, I want to feel it all over me! Please! Cum all over me!" I went back to sucking for a minute, when he started shaking too. All of a sudden, almost as if we had timed it out perfectly, all three of them pulled away from me. The man below me scooted out and stood up next to the other two, and they all grabbed their cocks and jerked harshly, groaning and sounding tortured. I lay there eagerly, with my mouth wide open and my fingers playing in my pussy. At that moment, I heard three final grunts, and I felt that hot, ropy fluid squirt all over me. Some went in my mouth and on my face, when the rest hit my tits and my stomach. I came with a screaming climax in that instant, finally experiencing the rush I had been searching for my entire life. 

When they were done, I laid there rubbing hot cum into my breasts. I looked to my lovers and thanked them, and they laughed and said, "No, thank you!" as they left to search out other encounters. All that was left now were a few observers and my hesitant onlooker. 

As I kept massaging the cum into my tits, I looked at him again. "Interested yet, baby?" I asked with a smirk, noticing the desperate look on his face. 

"God yes!!" He came towards me eagerly, laid down on top of me, and I could feel the stickiness sliding between our stomachs. His chest hair rasped against my wet nipples and felt amazing. He reached up and stroked my face, looking into my eyes. "You are so beautiful baby. So gorgeous covered in cum!" Our lips met then, tongues battling and slipping together. I could feel the large tip of his cock brushing up against me, and it was driving me crazy.

"Please! Fuck me now! I need you so badly!" I begged him. He entered me slowly. I could feel every inch sinking in deeply, every vein. Exquisite torture. This was better than having all the other men at once. Having him as was like my prize for being with the others. He twisted his hips sharply and sank all the way home, beginning a rhythm that was making me shake. Long, deep strokes, fast hard strokes. They all felt perfect. On and on it went, and I could feel my pussy starting to clamp down on his beautiful cock from the inside. 

"God, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so hard for you baby! Do you want me to cum all over this fucking hard cock?" 

"Yes!" He moaned in my ear, "Cum baby! I can feel your pussy dripping all over me. I can feel it starting to grip me. Cum for me baby, show me you love it!"

"Oh fuck!" I screamed as it hit me hard, "God...I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" I couldn't stop screaming while I rode out the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt. I could hear him groaning in my ear, barely able to hold on, and as soon as I was done he was up and grabbing the back of my head. He held my head and shoved his dripping cock, covered in my juices, between my lips and started thrusting. 

I sucked him clean, and as he was about to burst I heard him yell out, "Fuck baby! I love you so much!" He pulled free of my mouth, and as he did his hot sperm shot out against my plump pink lips and down my chin. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done in my life. As soon as he collected himself, he looked at me and seemed shocked at what we had said. He awkwardly said his goodbyes, and quickly left the room. I hoped that I would be seeing him again, but that was a risk one took coming to things like these. 

I cleaned myself up, and went back down to redress. As soon as I was finished, I thanked the hosts and went out to my car. Driving home in a flushed daze, I realized that there were lights behind me. I didn't think much of it, until they followed me into my driveway. Slowly and cautiously, I stepped out of the car. There, getting out of his car, was my man. He came up to me quickly and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeply. 

"God baby, you were so fucking hot tonight!" he moaned in my ear.

"Thank you," I said, kissing him back eagerly. "Sorry I broke character, but I needed you so bad!"

"Oh, it's ok. I couldn't help it either! You have never turned me on so much! This was the best party yet!" he moaned, running his hands over my breasts. 

"I agree, but we may have to start going farther out of town. One lady recognized me tonight. It's hard to play strangers if people know that we aren't." I rubbed up against him, feeling his renewed erection grinding against my hip.

"Mmmm....well, we'll worry about that later. How late do we have the sitter?" 

I looked at my watch and answered, "About an hour, why?" He just smiled and reached behind me, opening the back door of my car.

"Well, I couldn't help noticing that you have a flat tire, ma'am. I thought I would stop here on this lonely stretch of road and see if I could be of assistance." He smiled at me and gave me a wink. 

"Why, how kind of you! My tire is actually fine, but I know something else that could use a hand...or two." We just giggled like teenagers and hopped in the back seat, my dress hiked up before the door was shut. 

I just love Saturdays!



The Party



I let my eyes close halfway and I gazed around the room. Eleven people (there is always an even number at these things) were strewn about, all of them engaged in any of several variations of sex. I was sitting on the couch next to Ted Williams (and, yes, he has heard all the jokes), a guy I'd come to know pretty well. He couldn't be called a handsome man, but there was just something about him that drew me to him. He had so far refused my advances, so I decided to let him approach me if and when he was ready.

He and his wife, Gerri, had been coming to our little get-togethers for a while now. Gerri had let loose and had gone with a woman the second time they were here. Ted had been with several of the other women and seemed to be loosening up more each time he showed up. Women regularly went down on other women, and the same went for the guys – well some of the guys. At least the guys who didn't indulge in it didn't condemn those who did. Ted was one who so far hadn't.

So, to say I was surprised when Ted leaned toward me would be a severe understatement. I had to smile as our lips came together. I had hoped he would cave in tonight. Things at the party made it nearly impossible to corral any sort of carnal thoughts. The fact that Ted's tongue was currently drilling into my mouth was proof positive. My cock quickly perked up, though it had already been erect from watching the orgy around me.

Surprised? Yes, two men together, exploring sensual feelings denied to those without the courage to experiment. In my case, I'm bisexual. I've always thought it should be 'omnisexual'. In my mind, hermaphrodites should be called bisexuals, but I don't make the rules. I should probably mention that everybody at the party maintained a clean lifestyle. We were all certified disease free and all the women were on contraceptives.

Like everybody else there, Ted and I were naked. His flat, hairy chest felt like warm fur under my hand. I played my hand through the clouds of dark hair as I answered Ted's tongue thrusting with mine into his mouth. A drop of saliva leaked from the corner of my mouth and I realized I was actually drooling in anticipation of what was about to happen. My hand slipped down over the muscular contours of his chest. I homed in on his nipple and pinched it and twisted. Ted groaned into my mouth and his hand found my cock.

I twisted harder as I thrust into his hand. I broke the kiss and dropped my head down to reach his other nipple. The hair tickled my cheeks and I had to push some out of the way with my tongue to get to his little dark red bump. I sucked it in and pinched the other one harder. By then my hips had established a rhythm and Ted's grip on my shaft was really tuning me up. I was hungry for this since I hadn't been with a man for almost six months, since Tony had been transferred halfway across the country. Tony...well, that's another story. I'll just say that he'd been one of the founders of the group. He had been my first man and I guess I sort of loved him. Anyway...

I trailed my tongue down his flat stomach, feeling like I was licking sandpaper. I swirled around his hairy navel and, moved on to my target. I lifted his thick shaft from his belly with my tongue. I wasn't surprised to discover the sticky wetness oozing from his narrow slit. I capped his head with my lips and used my tongue to slather it with spit.He sobbed and spilled his load into my mouth suddenly. I missed the first half spurt from the surprise, but I caught all the rest and let it puddle in my mouth.

When he had stopped squirting I plunged down on him, coating it with his cum before I let him slip from my lips. I leaned away so he could see my face and opened my mouth wide to let him see his cream there. Then I made a big deal out of swallowing it. Then I moved back in for another kiss. Ted started to back away but I grabbed the back of his neck. He struggled for a few seconds but my determination that he should taste his own seed was stronger.

I pulled him to me and forced his lips open. Once the tip of my tongue was past his teeth he relented and opened up. I painted his tongue with the residue of the slippery load and he groaned again. My hand reached and found that he was hard again – or still hard. Well, I thought, he'd just have to suffer a while because now it was my turn. Ted was about to suck his first cock.

I pulled my head back and licked my lips. Ted looked like he didn't know what to do. I was glad to show him. His hand had remained on my cock, but events had caused him to forget about it. Now I thrust my hips up and he tightened his grip. He smiled and started stroking me. He seemed to enjoy the feeling. But I shook my head from side to side slowly. I just said, "Suck my cock now, Ted. It's time you tried it."

"Oh, man, I know it's fair and all, but...I don't think I can."

"Well you're gonna try it or I'll teach you about butt fucking tonight. I was planning on waiting, but you're gonna help me out with more than just a hand job." I'm not really a tough guy, but I sensed Ted would need some incentive to let himself go. Psychologically he needed to be made to do something he'd always been taught was wrong. He had apparently accepted his desire to try things, but he needed a boost to take the last steps.

In any case, my words did the job. Ted reluctantly lowered his head to my lap and he gingerly licked my shaft with the tip of his tongue. "Come on, man, get to it. My balls are achin'." Ted glanced up at me and back at the hot, hard cock an inch below his lips. He used his hand to raise it from my belly and opened his mouth. His wet lips moved over the knobby head before he closed them around it. I didn't do what he did, however. He hadn't been able to last long enough for experiencing having his shaft swallowed over and over. But I wanted that real bad right then.

I held the back of his neck again and pressed him forward. I didn't shove into his mouth. I didn't push too hard. I wanted him to learn to enjoy this because I already wanted to do him again. Maybe Ted could become my new Tony, even though, like me, Tony was single. It made it easy for us to get together occasionally outside the parties. As with Ted, I had yet to be with his wife. I was looking forward to the possibility of a rendezvous with both of them sometime. But Ted's free hand cupping my balls (and his finger stroking that sensitive little stretch of skin from my balls to my ass hole) brought me back to the present.

I pushed harder on his neck because he was still only letting the first two inches or so invade his mouth. "Come on, Ted, take it!" I urged him. He definitely liked to be spoken to roughly. He needed to be forced; mock-raped. "Suck that big dick you bitch!" Ted dropped forward and I felt the back of his throat for an instant before he pulled back again. "That's the way, man, just keep doin' that and I'll give you a load in a few minutes. You're gonna swallow it, aren't you?"

He nodded his head and plunged down again. I squeezed the muscle next to his neck and spared a glance around the room. I located Gerri, where she was sitting by Serena. They were taking a break and Gerri was focused on watching her husband sucking me off. I motioned for her to join us and she eagerly got to her feet. A second later her head was in Ted's lap and she was inhaling his cock.

The sudden assault on his cock made Ted more eager to suck me. He bobbed his head up and down, taking almost all of me each time. His eagerness added to my pleasure and I felt the flood coming on fast. I thought he deserved a warning and I groaned, "Here it comes, bitch. Remember to take it all." Gerri lifted her head and looked up at me. She was surprised to hear me talking to him that way. But she also saw that Ted's only reaction was increasing his actions. She watched Ted when I grunted and stiffened up. I throbbed and felt my cream squirt out of me into Ted's mouth.

He managed to do it. He repeated my showing off of the load in his mouth and the dramatic gulping, proof that he ingested it all. Once again he opened his mouth showing only the residue of my load. I pulled him up and planted my lips squarely on his. I sucked noisily at his tongue and he groaned. I glanced at Gerri out of the corner of my eye. She was fascinated in a side of Ted she'd never known was there. She didn't look displeased, just surprised. She lowered her head to his cock again and Ted broke our kiss. I was forgotten for the next few minutes as Ted fucked Gerri's mouth. When he came again he collapsed back, sliding off the couch onto the carpet.

Gerri turned to me and she smiled and shook her head. "That was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen! God, it made me wet!" I decided that sounded like an invitation. I moved down so I wwas kneeling on the floor between Ted and the couch. I moved toward Gerri and she smiled as she leaned back, scooting her ass forward to the edge. I put a hand on each of her knees and pushed them wide apart. She let out a big sigh as I began kissing her inner thighs.

I moved closer to her oozing slit, going slow to tease her up that ramp of pleasure. She tangled her fingers in my long hair and tried to pull me into her but I held back. The slight pain of my pulled hair wasn't a bad thing. I'm sort of a mild pain junkie.

I finally relented and sucked in her thick pussy lips. I could smell and taste her earlier companions of the evening. I didn't care. Obviously the thought of tasting another man's deposit didn't bother me. Gerri liked the idea of it though. I rolled my tongue and thrust into her. She groaned and her legs twitched up. I used two fingers to prod her ass hole and she rocked back in response. I slipped the fingers into her and wriggled them around a few times. Then I returned them to her tight back door and began my assault there.

A minute or so later my fingers were sliding in and out of her tightness and she was thrusting down against them. Meanwhile, my lips had latched onto her clit and she was nearing what looked to be a huge orgasm. I redoubled my efforts, increasing the speed of my fingers in her butt. I rhythmically nipped her clit in time with my fingers and seconds later I felt her sphincter clench down and she released a large quantity of juice. Her pussy muscles squeezed my tongue a few times and I lifted my head from her crotch. Her legs were flopped over my shoulders and her eyes were closed.

I gently removed her legs and her eyes fluttered open. "Wow! That was the best orgasm I've had tonight...tonight, hell, it's one of the best 'cums' I've ever had!"

"Why, thank you, Gerri," I said. "Make sure you tell all your friends." She laughed along with me. Ted had recovered and had watched me drive his wife over the top.

"That was hot! Paul, I wonder if you'd like to come over sometime for dinner and...all the rest."

"I'd be honored, Ted. I was just thinking how much fun the three of us could have by ourselves. By the way, man, you suck a mean cock. Congratulations. How do you feel now?"

"I feel...I don't know, liberated, I guess. Yeah, that's about the best way I can describe it."

"I know what you mean. I had a first time, too, remember. We have some great times ahead of us if you keep loosening up. I ran my hand over my hip and ass as I held his eyes meaningfully. He blushed and I smiled. We fell silent then for a few minutes. After a few minutes we agreed we needed more drinks. We left the couch to others and wandered out to the large kitchen. The house belonged to John Feeny, With Tony, he had been one of the original core group from which we'd grown.

John is rich. The house was built to giant specifications. Everything seemed outsized; created for some larger race of humans. We poured and opened and stood around out there while we discussed our next meeting – just the three of us. We reached agreement on the Saturday after next. We returned to the party and Gerri's eyes fell on Serena's mahogany form. Serena is married to Ralph Forman, a very large (in all ways) and very black man who always tried to work his way through the women present. Currently he was plundering the pussy of Wendy Feeny, John's wife. She was grunting and groaning as his thick black hose invaded her tender parts.

"If you'll both excuse me, I think I need a little dessert." Her head inclined toward Serena, who had now noticed us looking her way. Gerri planted a peck on each of our cheeks before she swayed her way across the room. Serena's bright white teeth flashed and she moved one leg to the side and let her fingers stroke the pink gash in her center.

I turned to Ted and looked him over. "Well, I think I'll take off. Tonight was great, Ted. Thank you for everything." I held out my hand. Ted took it and looked into my eyes.

"Paul...it means more than I can tell you...what I -- what we -- did tonight. You shouldn't be thanking me; it's the other way around. I'm already horny for when you and Gerri and I can be alone. Now that I've broken the ice with you, I feel...safe, I guess, letting you really see me. But, like you said, you've 'been here, done this'." He squeezed my hand and only hesitated a second before leaning toward me. We kissed again and I felt a shiver down my back. We leaned apart ans he smiled. "See you a week from Saturday, Paul."

"I'm 'horny for it', too," I admitted. "But right now I have to run. It's getting late." We parted and I went to find my clothes. I dressed and found John in the den with three other men and a woman. They made a cute picture, sitting around the felt covered table naked. They were playing cards. I thanked John for another successful evening and I made my way outside. The night had turned chilly and I hurried to my car.

I have other hobbies in my life, but these parties were the most fun. I drove carefully, because there very well could be ice in some spots. It was that cold. Home safely, I locked the door and went to bed. I played the events of the party as I let sleep overtake me. That night I dreamed of fucking Ted's tight ass while he plunged into Gerri's juicy pussy. Good night.



The Party



It was a last minute decision to go. A friend we'd met at a club in the city told us about an underground "club" that was at a new location each month. He assured us it was a great time, and when the next club night rolled around, he sent us an e-mail with an invite and a map. We decided to check it out.

My boyfriend Brian and I had a fine time getting ready. Picking out sexy clothes, layered so we could adjust our states of undress according to our comfort level. I decided to go very pop. I slid on a pair of Red and white "boy brief" style panties, and some tiny soccer shorts over these. I had a tight, curve hugging yellow t-shirt that read "Wanna Bang" on the front with an ad for "Orange Bang" on the back. I chose a red wig worn in pig tails with sharp bangs. Finally a pair of sneakers and striped knee socks completed the outfit. Brian showed his appreciation enthusiastically with a hard on that stretched his boxer briefs to their limit and we almost had our own party there in our apartment. I squeezed his cock and told him to get dressed; it was time to hit the road. Brian decided to wear a mod, slim fitting suit. It became fetish in the right context and he looked hot.

Underneath he had on a pair of tight black shorts and a black t-shirt, should he feel overdressed he could become my sexy little servant boy easily enough.

I was excited at not knowing what extremes might lay ahead of me. I could spend the evening just admiring sexy costumes and rolling around with my boy, or I could end up in something really out there. I was getting worked up wondering if our friend who had invited us, and who I'd long harbored a crush on, might join us in a threesome. Of all the kinks I've enjoyed there are few pleasures quite so fine as having two adoring men with hard cocks at my disposal.

Brian's hand stroked my thigh as I drove. Occasionally I'd sneak a hand over to his lap and it would seem he'd found some sexy thoughts to keep his mind occupied as well. Two hours later we arrived at a gorgeous beach house. The house was a rental, and was sparsely decorated. As soon as we entered we were assured we'd found the right house.

Two gorgeous girls in matching corsets and page boy wigs were making out hard and heavy. I wondered if they'd come together of if they'd arrived in matching outfits and decided it was a sign that they should give the rest of us a surreal visual treat.

The rest of the folks in the front room were standing around talking, getting to know each other. This was always a fun section at any party; strangers trying to entice each other into a darker corner. Arms were stroked, flirting glances exchanged.

"Brian? Isabelle?" A woman in a striking full length latex dress walked towards us. Her gorgeous black hair was too perfect to belong to anyone else; it was Brian's ex, Jeanette.

Jeanette was a sweetheart and we'd always gotten along well. None of the awkwardness of present and past girlfriends existed between us. Brian and she had broken up when Brian decided he was ready for a serious relationship and Jeanette, after careful consideration decided she was not.

"Hey. Fancy seeing you two here." She looked amazing. "Let me show you around." Jeannette led us into the next room, a large formal dining room converted to a smut room for the evening. Two flat screen TV's graced the walls, one playing some pretty standard but decent quality porn and the other a delightful montage of fetish clips and fashion show footage. The television provided the only light in the room as couples and threesomes and larger groups kissed and groped and rolled about. Another room held various racks and tables with straps and buckles. This makeshift dungeon was occupied by two men only at this point. They were slowly going about playing with various paddles and tugging on restraints. This room would definitely fill up as the party progressed. Up stairs were four bedrooms and one large game room where the action would get more hard core. The upstairs was still brightly lit and not in use, a sign that the night was young.

I wondered how involved in this club scene Jeanette was. She walked with authority from room to room, though that was perhaps the result of her knowing just how god damn hot she looked. How could she not notice every man and women in the place panting as she passed? It felt nice to have her attentions all to ourselves for now. "Wow! She is yummy." I said to Brian, making sure he knew that he had my blessing and even encouragement to lust after this tall, shapely woman from his past.

We followed Jeanette's hour glass figure back down stairs and she grabbed us a bottle of wine and three glasses from the kitchen. We all had a seat on the patio next to an empty hot tub and with a view of the beach.

"When did you get here?" I asked our lovely hostess. "You certainly seem to know your way around."

"Oh I helped them set this up. The homeowner is a man that I've been seeing. Actually to be honest he hires me as a dom. I give him a few spanks and piss on him now and then and he pays me, and gives us a great rate on his rental properties. It's great that he's into water sports. You should see the bathroom here. It's all set up. The tiled floors roll right up into the wall. There's a drain in the middle of the floor, and a hose rolled up in the cabinet below the sink for easy clean up. I expect it will be used tonight."

I'd not experimented with water sports, but the thought of it was intriguing. I decided I'd have a peek at this bathroom later. We sipped our wine and Jeanette flirted heavily with both of us. Finally she cut to the chase. "May I kiss you Isabelle?"

"Please." I answered leaning forward. Jeanette had another sip of wine and as she kissed me I felt the warm wine flowing between my lips along with her tongue. I opened my mouth wide to receive both hungrily. Jeanette slid off her chair and onto the bench next to me, wrapping her arms around me. We kissed long and hard. She had strong lips and a penchant for biting just hard enough.

"Jeanette!" I stopped her. "I'm sure Brian would like some wine as well."

She smiled. "Is this true Brian?"

Brian just smiled back, as Jeanette stood, looking sexier than ever in her translucent dress and tall boots. She strutted around the table clutching the bottle of wine. When she reached Brian he pushed his chair out from the table until he sat facing her. With her knees locked and her legs apart, Jeanette bent at the knees until her mouth was just inches from Brian's. She parted her lips and the wine dripped into my lover's mouth. Jeanette followed the drops until their lips were locked. She placed her hands on Brian's wrists and held them in place while she kissed him. She'd stop every once in a while and pose, letting him see that which she was not yet letting him touch. I could see the outline of Brian's card cock against the fabric of his pants.

It was then that I made a decision that surprised even me. I leaned and whispered in Jeanette's ear, "Why don't you take Brian for awhile. I'll loan him to you." Jeanette raised an eyebrow and I flashed her a smile confirming that I meant it. Jeanette stood and gave me a quick hug. Brian still had no idea what was going on.

"Sweetie, I'm loaning you to Jeanette for awhile if you don't mind. Have a good time sweetie. Other than 'be safe' you've got no rules holding you back."

Brian looked concerned. "Is, are you sure?"

"Don't worry about me darling, I'm going to have a grand time. Jeanette will show you this world in a way that I can't wait for you to share with me later." I gave him a quick kiss, sliding my tongue across his top lip. "Is this okay with you?" I asked.

"If you're sure you're alright with it then, yeah, it's fine."

"Oh sweetie it's going to be so much more than fine." I gave his cock a squeeze and Jeanette led him back into the house. I stayed seated, sipping my wine and hoping that I really had conveyed to Brian just how okay I was with the situation. After all, being a female alone at a party like this was not a bad thing at all. Willing playmates were in abundance. For now though, I listened to the ocean and enjoyed the night air. And just like that, the two girls who had come dressed as twins were asking if they could sit with me.

The twin fetish always struck me as a bit creepy, but Lucille and Lisa looked nothing alike. Lucille was about five ten, and had a lean athletic body, with lovely small breasts and sharp features. Lisa was maybe five foot six, though she made up for the difference with some very tall heals. She had a very curvy body, with a gorgeous round ass and nice handful sized breasts. On these two the matching wigs, outfits and make up were adorable, as they accentuated their differences while succeeding on some level of making them a unit. The best part though was how into it they were. These two best friends were new to this scene and by sticking together they were giving each other the courage to explore some fantasies and desires that they'd no doubt whispered to each other during late night game so truth or dare.

For now, I was their fantasy, and they were not subtle in letting me know. They slid their hands over each others thighs and gave me heavy eyelids as they tried to muster up the courage to invite me their party. I realized I was the experienced scenester to them that Jeanette had been to me, and I decided that I'd borrow from the tall goddess herself. I'd lent her my man, I felt entitled. I took a sip of wine, stood, and strutted my way around the table. Placing my hand on the back of Lucille's head, I bent forward, and kissed her aggressively, passing the wine from my mouth to hers. She was surprised at first, and a bit of wine escaped, tricking down her chin before she drank thirstily from my mouth, sucking at my tongue as I pulled back to suck the drops of wine from her chin, neck and chest. I grabbed anther sip, and I leaned across Lucille, inviting her strokes and pets as I gave Lisa her wine. The differences in these two were delightful. From Lucille's lanky body and thin but strong lips to Lisa's full round lips and curvy body. I ran my hands over her corseted waist round hips while her best friends explored my calves and thighs. I felt a bite on my bottom lips just as a hand slid under my shorts to caress my ass. I had not expected to find such a fine time quite so quickly.

I stood upright and Lucille and Lisa joined me. I kissed one and then the other, back and forth letting my hands explore more each time we switched. When it dawned on me that Lucille had slid her thigh between my legs and I was pushing my pussy against her, I knew it was time to get more comfortable.

"How do you girls feel about slipping out of these clothes and into that hot tub?"

These women of few words answered with more lusty stares as they began peeling off their corsets. Again in occurred to me that I was to them hot, experienced, older woman to these two girls who were probably just barely of drinking age. This was an unusual role for me and I savored it. I took a seat, and with one word instructed them to give me a show. "Slowly."

Two smiles and then a slow sexy strip show. I spread my legs and placed my hand between my thighs to give them encouragement. I could feel through my tight shorts how hot and swollen I'd become. Suddenly, my hand was between my legs for my own benefit. I wanted more. "Help each other." I suggested/demanded.

Again, two smiles let me know I was the queen bee tonight. My two lovely ladies stripped each other of hot pants and boots, peeling stockings, kissing every inch of leg on the way down. As they stood their in panties and bras, kissing each other, the difference in height just begging me slide between them and bridge the gap. I had my hand down the front of my shorts now, inside my panties, stroking my wet pussy. It was time to move things along. As I stood to my feet my two sexy new friends didn't need me to tell them what to do, as they did there best catwalk struts to me. I looked at the sky as I was kissed along my jaw and neck. My shirt was lifted off of me. My nipples were suckled. My shorts were lowered down, until I stepped out of them. When I was at last the least clothed on the porch, wearing nothing but my panties, I freed myself of my attendants and beckoned them to follow me into the tub.

The water was not so hot that we would have to limit our time enjoying it. It was just warm enough to keep us feeling wonderful on this cool night. As soon as Lucille was seated I straddled her lap, facing her, and began kissing her with intent. Her hands were on my ass, our breasts pressed together as we made out furiously. I slid a hand between her legs and I felt the outline of her pussy through the fabric of her panties. I pinched her pussy lips lightly between my fingers and I heard her gasp in my ear. I slid my fingers forward and back and she pushed her hips forward against my strokes. She moaned, and treated me to a long sexy "ooohhh".

I had my own back arched like a cat in heat, and I was dying for Lucille to return the favor while at the same time I was loving getting her off. I made a few sexy sounds of my own as Lisa slid a hand over my ass, and between my legs. Oh sweet Lisa, coming to my rescue while allowing Lucille to focus completely on the pleasure I was giving her. I pushed up on her long thighs, guiding her to take a seat on the edge of the tub. Any modesty that we had left was gone as I slide Lucille's panties off. With my tongue and lips I explored her belly and thighs, getting closer to her sex with each lick and kiss, As I brought my tongue closer to tasting her wet pussy, Lisa continued stroking my legs and ass with one hand, and reach under me to finger me through my panties with her other.

Lucille was dying to feel my tongue on her, pushing her hips forward and back and moaning. She had a small triangle of pubic hair on her mound and she'd left a strip of hair on each side of her pussy. It would seem she was a natural blonde beneath her wig, which she still wore. When I felt that soft golden hair against my lips I could tease her no more. I kissed at her swollen lips before parting them with my tongue. She was slick and smooth, and she pushed herself against my mouth as I slid my tongue slowly up and down her warm cunt, circling her clit in ever tightening circles.

I did my best to focus on getting her off while being distracted by Lisa who now slid her hand down my panties, pressing her middle finger between the outer lips of my pussy. My legs were mostly together and my lips felt delightful pinched between my thighs and her finger.

I was getting close to cumming and technique was out the window as my tongue fucked Lucille by pure lust driven instinct. Her pussy felt so perfect as I kissed and sucked and licked. She pushed her hips forward and back with increasing intensity. I was sure she was on the edge of coming. I brought one hand forward and I slid my thumb inside her. I intended to go slow but she was so we and ready that I was sliding my thumb in and out of her immediately. I pressed my tongue against her clit, moving it back and forth with slow steady pressure. Her hands gripped the back of my head as he pushed her pussy forward. She was cumming now, hard and loud.

I was hot and ready. I parted my own legs, and Lisa fingered my faster, while biting at my sides and ass. She was getting hot herself, and as Lucille was finishing cumming I wanted more.

I kissed the tall beautiful and spent girl on her belly and rose to my feet quickly. "Lisa, come with me."

Lisa followed without question. We stood on the porch, and I kissed her mouth, flicking my tongue over her lips. She was so delightfully curvy from her full soft lips to her firm round breasts to her amazing hips, to her heavenly thighs. A girl could run out of adjectives when face with such a beauty.

I explored her lovely body as we kissed. I was to hot to take my time though and soon enough I slid my hand down her panties. I was not surprised to find that she was as wet and hot as I was. Her hand immediately found its way back between my legs. We kissed and pushed against each other as we continued fingering each other. A couple of me walked through the door, and immediately uttered an "oops" and headed back in.

"Stay. You can watch." I barked at them. I felt like a bit of exhibitionism. Hell at that moment there was little I wouldn't have said yes to. I was naked on a beach house porch, fucking and being fucked by a gorgeous woman. I would say yes to more and as Lisa's fingers grew clumsy because she was cumming fast and furiously, I decided I would have more.

I took her hand from its place inside my panties and I grabbed a seat, pulling Lisa onto my lap. She faced the two adorable boys, now shyly rubbing their hard cock through their tight black shorts. I reached around, parted her legs, and fucked her with my right hand as my left pinched her nipples. She threw her head back and she came, hips bucking, hands gripping the arms of my wrists, holding them in place. Her legs snapped shut suddenly. She'd had all she could handle. I saw that Lucille was watching amazed.

It was my turn to cum. "I'm taking these boys inside and seeing what they have to offer. You girls joining me?" I felt it polite to offer, but I was pleased to hear that I'd be having these two men all to myself.

I was determined to grab these two strangers, take them inside and insist that they fuck me right there on the spot. They followed happily enough, and I felt hot as hell strutting through the house mostly naked.

The party was getting going now as couples and threesomes and more were flirting and teasing and petting and kissing all around us.

I remembered the rooms upstairs. I found one open, and we went inside. By now I'd calmed down a bit, and the plate of fruit and bread and the bottles of water looked inviting. I decided it would be more fun to get to know my two friends before making use of their hard cocks. The room was mostly empty; just a pile of pillows and a low table holding the food plus a bowl full of condoms, little packets of lube, and a small stainless steal trashcan. The walls were draped in beautiful silks which continued, hanging loosely from the ceiling.

The three of us sat eating strawberries and grapes and sipping bottles of water. It all felt so wholesome, even the fact that I was in a pair of wet panties they were wearing nothing but tight black shorts that left very little to the imagination. Matching outfits was apparently the order of the day. And better yet were their matching accents.

Paul and Marcus were from Germany. They'd just arrived in SF after a week spent in Seattle, where their American adventure had begun. "We met a girl who invited us here and then right as we arrive she calls and says she will not be here." Paul explained.

"She doesn't know what she's missing." I teased.

Paul had near perfect English and did most of the talking. "I can't believe we find this kind of party. This is so fucking crazy. Our friends in Germany will never believe this."

"Well, I have a camera." Their eyes grew gigantic at this. "I'm only kidding. No cameras."

They laughed, and I decided I was ready to make use of this room that had generously been provided for us. "Paul, please tell Marcus that I would like him to come to me and give me a kiss."

Marcus was smiling before Paul began translating, so I'm sure he caught my request. I expected him to crawl to me, but he stood allowing me to admire his lean lanky frame. He walked towards me and I put my palms flat on the ground between my knees, letting him know that he'd be coming down to me. This gorgeous man surprised me again when lowered himself to his knees behind me. He then placed his hands next to mine so that he was over me. I felt the raised up on my hands and knees, feeling the bulge in his shorts against my ass. I turned my head and Marcus kissed me. I'd intended to slow things down but now I was back in high gear. I pushed my ass against this lovely man and kissed back passionately.




The Party



I felt his hands come around the front of me, to pet my stomach, and my breasts. His hands felt so large and masculine after the two ladies downstairs. His palm sliding over my nipples was pure ecstasy. I raised myself up, and Marcus showed that he was a gentleman as he lifted himself out of my way. We turned and pushed the front of my body against him. He wrapped his arms around me and I slid my tongue into his mouth. A hard cock pushed against my stomach. I kissed Marcus' neck and chest. I bit gently on his nipple and made him purr. I continued down his stomach. Now back on my knees again, I cupped my mouth around his cock, still wrapped nicely in black cotton. I pulled down his shorts just enough to reveal a large very erect dick ready to be licked, and kissed and nibbled and teased.

Paul was a perfect gentleman as well, enjoying the voyeurism and waiting patiently to be invited to the party. I was dying to be fucked, but I was loving the anticipation at the same type. "Come here." I instructed Paul. He was less suave than his pal but oh so adorable as he hopped to his feet and practically ran to join the fun.

I sat back facing the two men. "How about you get them shorts off boys." Marcus pushed his shorts the rest of the way down and Paul practically jumped out of his. "Now, I would like you to stroke your cocks while you think about what you'd like to do with me."

I slid my panties off, and brought by hand between my legs. I ran my finger over my still slick and wet pussy as I watched these two sexy Germans stroking themselves and staring back at me. Not quite the study in contrasts the lovely ladies downstairs had been the boys till presented a nice pair. Paul was thinner with an almost feminine frame. He had long curly blond hair, blue eyes and a smooth face. Marcus was also fairly lean but muscular with a square jaw and short dark hair and intense dark eyes. They stood about the same height.

Marcus had a thicker cock but they both had plenty to offer. I stood and walked towards them. I took a hold of their cocks and freed their hands to pet me while I stroked for them. I bent at the waist and kissed the tip of Paul's cock. I gave a kiss to the tip of Marcus' as well and then I let go and walked to the bowl of condoms. I selected a mint condom and a regular, reliable Trojan. Grabbing a packet of lube I made my way back to the boys.

I knelt before Paul, my face just inches from his erection, driving him crazy as I took my time getting the condom open. When he'd been teased enough, I placed the rubber on the tip of his cock and unrolled it until I had a neatly wrapped little package which I slid into my mouth. Some men complain about the loss of sensitivity with a condom, but this can be a wonderful thing. Anything that promises a longer blow job can't be all bad right? Paul brushed my hair sweetly out of my face and watched as I sucked his cock. I licked underside of his shaft, looking up at him. Men love a show, and I put one on to his extreme and apparent pleasure. I kissed the head of his cock, flicked my tongue over it, licked it long and slow like an ice cream cone.

Paul was delighted and it was time to bring Marcus into the picture. "You want to suit up there?" I invited, nodding at the condom in front of him. I instructed Paul to lie on his back, and I turned my intention back to Marcus.

"I'm going to suck Paul's cock until he cums, and I want you to slowly, very slowly, slide you're cock into my pussy and fuck me. I trust you can hold back until I'm ready for you to cum." I directed.

"Yes." Marcus smiled comprehending perfectly. I knelt between Paul's Knees, and then I dropped to my elbows and took his cock between my lips. I gripped his balls, and sucked him off hoping to make him cum before I did. I had my tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft and one hand wrapped around the base of his cock stroking along with my mouth. I felt Marcus pressed against me. I teased him with my ass, moving left and right. He gripped my hips, and held me steady. I was dying to have him inside me.

Paul cock was throbbing in my mouth. I wondered how long he'd hold out. I looked at him and squeezed his cock. His mouth opened in the universal, silent gesture for, 'oh my fucking god don't stop what you're doing to me' As I took Paul back in my mouth I felt Marcus' at last pushing his cock past my pussy lips and entering me. I'd said slow, but now I felt like screaming at him to fuck me fast and hard. You'll be there soon enough, I told myself.

Marcus was inch by inch until at last he was all the way in me, and then he began to fuck me, slowly. He had amazing self control as I'm sure he was hot as hell and just as anxious as I was to let it all go. I bobbed up and down on Paul's cock, squeezing his balls, and just as Marcus picked up speed I felt Paul on the edge of cumming. I got the condom off him and stroked him hard and fast while lick and kissing his balls. Paul moaned and came on his stomach and chest. I raised my head and watched him continue cumming as I continued stroking. He was beautiful and he came so hard, I wondered if he'd had any action at all since arriving on our shores.

I kissed the base of Paul's shaft as his cock began to soften in my hand. And then I turned my attention to the man who had dutifully continued fucking me though Paul's intense orgasm.

I pushed him back, and I rose to my feet. Marcus followed and I sat him on a pile of pillows, his back to the wall. I lowered myself, to sit on his lap, facing him, and I took his cock inside me. I ran my hands over his lovely chest and stomach as I raised and lowered myself on his hard shaft. I pushed my clitoris against him as I came down. I was started to cum and I stayed down. Marcus pushed up against me and I came harder. He knew just when to hold still, and he pet my sweaty back sweetly as I lay, collapsed against his chest. His cock stayed rock hard inside me.

I recovered a bit of composure and I felt Marcus moving slowly and slightly in and out of me. I was still too sensitive for anything more and he gave me just enough. His hands continued to pet my back, my neck and my ass. My pussy opened up to him and I again began to raise and lower myself on his cock.

"What do you want?" I whispered in his ear.

He put his hands on my shoulders and I sat back on my ass. He guided me to lie down on my back, and put himself over me. He looked at me, at my face, my breasts, my belly, my legs. "You are so beautiful." He muttered in his once cute, now sexy accent and slid his cock back inside me. Marcus continued looking at me as he fucked me and I loved feeling his eyes on me as I gripped his hips and pumped my pelvis in time with his. I was going to cum again and I wanted him to join me.

"Come on Marcus. Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I want to feel you cum. Oh god, I love your hard cock! Oh, Marcus, Marcus." My words got us both hot, and my shouts intensified as I started to cum. "Oh, Oh, Oh god I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

And then Marcus was pushed all the way in me, and I felt his shallow thrust against me as he came. As is the case when I cum for the second time in an hour I came long and hard, and so did the beautiful talented man. When at last he collapsed on top of me, I kissed his ear lobe and whispered, "Thank you."

I kissed Marcus and I made my way to Paul and kissed him as well. I told them my e-mail address, and figured if they wanted it bad enough they'd remember. I thought Brian and I might have them over for dinner some night, and I'd give them one hell of a desert.

I took a bottle of water, put my panties back on, and headed to the porch to see if I could find my shorts. On the way I couldn't help looking through an open doorway. There was my Brian, blindfolded, hands bound on his knees. Jeanette was working him over good. I watched for a minute as she pinched his nipples and gave him just a teasing little taste of her pussy. She grabbed his cock and I smiled making my way downstairs.

I passed the "special" bathroom and got another smile as a man stroked himself while my two girlfriends squatted over him. "You want us to piss on you? Do you?" they asked as he nodded yes and muttered, "Oh please, please."

Lucille, pissed on his chest and Lisa on his cock and balls, He was so hard, and in wonderful agony as his hands were bound and nobody was stroking his cock. The girls didn't leave as soon as they were done, and so I figured they'd get around to giving he guy a few tugs eventually, well, someone would.

I found my shorts and shirt hanging over the back of a chair. A very happy woman was making her way around the hot tub, teasing five men. She was in for quite a night.

The patio was quiet an hour later when Brian found me, dressed and sipping wine, just as he'd left me. "Have you been here all night?" he asked.

I laughed, and let him retain this thought for now. I'd tell him all about my night and hear all about his soon enough. These stories would be our foreplay for months to come.



The Party



It was summer when Marie's older brother Dustin finally got around to visiting the family. He was a junior in college. One of those guys who made girls swoon, though he never noticed. When he gave up his heart, he gave it unconditionally and with all the trimmings. He had gorgeous amber colored eyes. Very rare seeing as how everyone in the family managed to have blue eyes. His hair was a dark wave of brunettes and gold's .He trained in martial arts, so he was very masculine. He practically stood six feet tall, while Marie only stood five foot and four inches tall. 

Marie, on the other hand, was barely noticed by anyone. She always wore dark colors, which made her look extremely flat chested. Her cherry blonde hair was almost always matted up and twisted in an odd shaped bun on the top of her head, and always wore baggy clothes. Like she were afraid to show herself off to anyone. 

He returned home at around three to get ready for a party when he heard his sister talking on the phone with one of her girlfriends.

"So you'll do it?" she had asked, a worried look on her face. When she got her answer she seemed to brighten a little, but the fact still remained.......She was worried and somewhat fearful of what she was about to do. 

As soon as she hang up the phone, Dustin came waltzing in the room, as he usually did, like he owned the place. Giving his sister one of those bored, nonchalant older brother kind of looks. "So..... where ya going sis?" he asked. Though he didn't look it, he was a bit concerned for her. 

"God! Go bug someone else for a change" was her reply as she shoved passed him and got her jacket on.

Oh how Dustin wanted to show her what he really felt about her. How he wanted to hold her and brush out that rat's nest she kept above her head. But he kept his mask on; believing society would condemn him if he ever tried. "No need to push sis, I was just asking." 

Without another word spoken, Marie was out the door and Dustin got hit in the face with a piece of paper. "Ack, what did you do that for?" he whined slightly, looking over to his best friend Peter.

He completely ignored the question "We need to go out to the cafe' very soon Dust, there are these guys coming to make sure we are stilling having that party tonight."

"Oh, The party" he groaned slightly before grabbing his own jacket off the rack. "I completely forgot about that." This was kind of true, seeing how he had his mind on Marie ever since he got in the car to drive home.

"Well, we better be off before the guys end up saying there won't be a party and leave on us" was his reply before they got in the car.

***********************    

As soon as Marie got in the car with Jenna, she knew her best friend was NOT in a good mood at all. She blasted her music to full power, totally Death Metal, and began to curse at almost anyone who got in her way. Marie didn't even bother to ask, she knew Jenna was mad at her boyfriend again.

When they got into the cafe', Jenna almost immediately found her brother on the first look inside. You could tell, due to the low throated swoon that had escaped her lips "oh.........How did your brother get here so fast? Didn't I just see him inside your house?" 

Marie looked over at her brother and her heart thumped loud in her head. She jerked her eyes away from him and sighed "Somehow, he always seems to beat me to everywhere I go. I think he has a private jet or something." 

"I'm sure he does." Jenna replied, still swooning over her brother like every chick who set eyes on him. "Well.... I'm gonna go girlfriend, you take care ok?" she patted her on the back, not giving Marie time to reply when she left for her car.

***********************    

Dustin stared at his baby sister as if she were a delectable piece of fruit, ripe and ready for the picking. All his friends thought she was horrendous, except for his best friend. Pete knew how much he loved Marie, how much he anguished just to touch her. 

"Ya know, if I were you I'd have already went for it. I don't believe in societies mumbo-jumbo about how your love life should be." said Pete, always the skeptical one about society.

"I know, pal. But I'm afraid of what she'll think..... I'm afraid of what her friends would think of her if they found out." he answered, just as sickened at society as Pete usually was.

Just after he said that, his temples seemed to catch on fire as he watched a strange man approach his baby sister and hug her. It was a simple gesture, but it caught him off guard and made his blood boil. 

"Hey honey!" the man greeted her with a light smile, backing away slowly after he had hugged her. "I was thinking on how much time we have spent together."

Marie's smile was faded, slanted down instead of up. "We haven't spent much time at all together, Jake." So that was the man's name: Jake. Dustin had never met him in his life and he knew practically all of her friends.

The man's seeming to have had a fake smile plastered on his face suddenly became a furious ball of uncontained rage. "Well we could have gone out a few times if you had answered my calls instead of ignoring me!" 

She began to cry, making Dustin's blood boil even more. "I told you, I needed a break......... The relationship was moving to fa..." she didn't have time to finish when Jake's huge ugly hand slapped her in the face. 

"Dustin, calm down..." Pete whispered, restraining him just as he was about to stomp off and punch the snot out of the guy who had slapped Marie. "Just listen...... We can't do anything about it in here unless we want the police to come. And believe me; we do not want them to come." He reminded Dustin.

He calmed down slightly, still outraged at the man who hit his sister. 

Jake calmed down after seeing her tear up and smiled slightly. "There's a party tonight, Marie. I've been hoping to take you to it and show you all my friends."

Her voice was very soft, very sad when she answered "You know how I hate being around a lot of people Jake. I'd be nervous and scared."

"You're coming with me whether you like it or not!" the man said in a matter-of-fact way, his hand at the ready to hit if she declined. Which she didn't. "Put your coat on, it takes my car a while to start and I don't want to get there late."

"Did you hear that Dustin?" Pete smirked slightly, letting his arms free. "The man is taking her to OUR party. It is the only party going on around here that I know of"

He jerked his arms up to his chest and crossed them, a look on his face as if he were ready to spit "Let's go then. If he so much as touches my sister in a harmful way, I'll kick his ass!"

***********************    

Jake got Marie to the party fifteen minutes after it had started, groaning and griping about how he hated his Chevy. A look of distaste painted on his face as he jerked her out of the car and took her inside. When she looked at how many people there were, she began to shake from head to toe.

"Oh come on, it isn't THAT bad Marie." Jake jerked her tiny body close to his, so close that she could feel his erection on her thigh through the material of their clothes. It made her feel repulsed, like she was going to be sick just by touching him. Fear made her keep her wits tied. "Plus, after I show you to all my friends, I'm going to take you to a spare room and we'll be alone."

Marie sighed, letting her boyfriend show her off to all his friends, which he had quite a few. First there was Anne and her boyfriend Kyle, who greeted her with a smile though she felt they didn't like the way she presented herself. Second was a group of guys, who seemed to always hang together, they all greeted her with the least bit of interest. As if she was just another piece of dirt beneath their fingernails. Then there was another couple, Angelina and her boyfriend Eric. They treated her pretty fairly, shaking her hand and talking to her a little while before they ran off to get a drink from the cooler.

"See?" Jake smiled at her, pinching her ass and she squeaked "That wasn't so bad now, was it... "

She took it as a rhetorical question, walking with him around the first floor of the house for a little while. Glad that he hadn't gotten angry at her since before they had got to the party. She was about to thank him for that, before he suddenly grabbed her by the arm. "Okay, We've been down here long enough..... Let's go upstairs and I'll show you what you've been missing." he told her, tugging her up the stairs.

Suddenly she was distraught, a certain overwhelming panic washing over her like she knew something dreadful was going to happen in the blink of an eye. She jerked her arm out of his large, clammy hands as quick as the feeling came and shook her head "I don't think it is a good idea, Jake" it felt like she had a frog in her throat. Like she was cornered and no one would save her.

Jake growled at her, his entire face changing from the happy-to-be-with-you look to the my-way-or-the-highway look he was giving her right now. "I brought you here DAMNIT!" he hissed, grabbing her wrist harshly, jerking her up the stairs. "And I am not going to leave without having gotten something from you."

***********************    

Dustin was in Pete's kitchen when he heard the most subtle scream in the next room. He knew the people who were invited to the party, all of them were very close and very intimate with each other. None of them would have screamed if a man wanted to take them upstairs to have a little fun. No one..........except his baby sister. 

He rushed into the next room and immediately ran into Pete. "Hold up big guy, what's the hurry?" Pete asked, very surprised.

"My sister........... Didn't you hear the scream?" he said, the words coming out real fast.

"No, I was right by the speakers.... I couldn't hear a thing." he had replied, Dustin running past him and going up the stairs. He could hear his sister's cries, the faint sound of her screams in another room. There were so many rooms, with people occupating every single one of them except for his because it was locked. 

"Please...... Jake... please don't do this." she begged, his high sense of hearing helping him find the exact room she was in. Unfortunately for Dustin the door was locked. Even though Jake had been in a hurry, he was still smart enough to lock the door before he had her.

"It would be easier if you didn't fight me, Marie. You always fight me." he accused, slapping her when she was about to beg him to stop again. He knew that eerie sound enough to know the man did it, the sound echoed in his head. 

As soon as he heard the sound of flesh against flesh, Dustin didn't even bother knocking. Instead he began to throw himself into the door with the full force of his body. Inch by painful, antagonizing inch, the door began to cave in.

He heard another long echo of skin against skin, his sister crying in the background. When he finally busted the door down, he came in to the room to find his sister stark naked on a bed, with Jake kneeling above her. He was panting, so enraged that he could have killed anyone that got in his way at the moment.

"Oh look..." Jake said, pushing her face towards Dustin "Big brother coming to save the day right? I always knew that you were plotting against me." Jake looked over at him with narrowed, hostile eyes. His hand came up real fast just above her face.

"Don't you DARE hit her!" he growled, fisting his hands beside his body. "If you do I'll be forced to humiliate you in front of all your little friends."

The man dared, slapping Marie so hard that it left a large bruise on her soft buttery skin, a droplet of blood sliding down her bottom lip. 

Dustin came at Jake, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing the man against the wall with enough force that it left a hole in the wall. Dustin then grabbed him under his arms, noticing that Jake, too, was just a nude as his sister. 

"Let go of me you stupid fuck." Jake grabbed hold of his arms and gripped them tightly, he groaned with agony as he felt the meaty hands send charges of pain up the sides of his arms.

With a hard jerk of his arms he sent Jake flying, adrenaline building up so much that he obtained quite a head ache. 

"Ick......... you make me want to vomit." He spat on the man, "How can you get off knowing that the woman in the bed doesn't want you?"

There was an awful silence and Dustin thought he could hear the man's gears turning as he thought over what Dustin had said. The man, so outraged now that he had pointed this out, threw himself at Dustin when he caught the guy in both arms.

"What?" he growled as he slammed the guy against the wall "Can't take the truth huh?" He slammed Jake hard against what was left of the door. Bringing his knee up to the man's groin and he heard a satisfying sound as he hit the guy's balls with full force.

Jake's body cringed trying to disarm itself of the pain; even he knew how bad that must have hurt him. The guy had just become a hysterical wreck.

Dustin had no mercy left in himself to drop the man. Oh no. He had none left, as he threw the man right through the door. He went flying, his head landing hard against the railing of the stair case and he wanted more.

He walked, taking his time, over to the fallen man and picked him up again. "At what point were you going to stop..." he said as he picked the man up, watching the guy's hand go to his groin again. "When she had passed out? Or when you had killed her?" with much managed strength he shoved Jake up in the air and threw him down the steps.

There was one scream, which was Angelina as she stared at the blood on Jake's face. Pete came in the room very calmly, looking up at Dustin before looking back at the man on the floor. Jake scrambled to get up as Pete commanded in a loud, strong voice "Alright, party's over.... Everyone get there stuff and leave." 

Dustin stared down at everyone, his fury still built at the hilt of his patients. When the naked Jake began to walk up the stairs, he hissed at him in such a cold, soft tone that it was dangerous "If you walk in that room you'll never see the light of day again."

Jake glared, but said nothing as he went to the coat rack and wrapped his coat around his waist, hiding his pathetic, soft prick before he went outside to his Chevy. Growling and griping the entire way. Dustin knew the pain of his blow to his groin wouldn't ease up, but begin to swell over the next few days.

***********************    

When he came back in the room, Marie was curled up like a ball in the corner of the room, sobbing and shaking. He bent down in front of her, looking her over "Sweetheart... are you alright?" Even though she was a disaster, he could feel his cock hardening beneath his pants uncomfortably. He had never seen her nude, never really seen her exquisite curves until now. 

She looked like a goddess. She was all soft curves and beautiful in every way. She had full, plump breasts with tiny pink beads in the middle of each of them. A flat belly, with a tiny sparkling rain drop belly ring in the middle of the cutest belly button he had ever seen. Not only did she have freckles on her cheeks, but she had them all over her arms and on her chest. At the very bottom of her belly there was a soft pillow of reddish blonde curls hiding her pussy. And though she was badly bruised, and in no good condition, she had an effect on him that no one else had ever achieved.

She brushed a lock of hair away from her face, electric blue nails sparkling at him as she moved her hands. "He............wouldn't listen to me" she cried.

Dustin moved in then, catching her tears with his tongue and licking off the blood around her bottom lip. "He had no right to hurt you, sweetheart.... Men like that don't listen; they do what they want without thinking of the consequence." 

After he said that, she shocked him by asking a question that he'd never thought she would ask "Do........Do you hate me Dustin?"

His eyes teared up at the sound of her voice. Could she have seriously ever thought he hated her? "No........never." he replied, picking her up and holding her in his arms "I have never hated you, ever."

A small, hint of a smile came to her lips. Apparently that information had cheered her up a little bit. He gave her the most intriguing smile back, watching as her cheeks turned red in the process.

"I've always loved you, Marie........More than I think you know." he told her, his breath rustling her hair. "When I saw that guy slap you the first time, it angered me so much I could barely contain myself."

She opened her mouth to say something then shut it as though she thought better of it before whispering softly "I.....want to tell you something, but I'm afraid of what you'll think."

He gently squeezed her tiny form to him, running his hands down her back very slowly. "Whatever you tell me, I'm sure I won't think badly of it...... "

She lifted her chin up slightly, opening her mouth a few times before she finally came out with what she wanted to tell him. She trusted him, he knew that was true. "I.......love you...... I mean I really love you. More than a sister should love her own brother."

He was utterly speechless for what seemed an eternity before he managed a reply. Making sure his tone was soft, and easy to believe. Though, what he told her next was definitely the truth. "I've felt the same about you... I've been trying to hide it because I was worried what you'd think....... I was worried what would happen if your friends found out about it."

She surprised him again, with another question he thought he'd never hear from her mouth. "Would you...... make love to me? Don't worry about my bruises.......just........make love to me!" she begged softly, her voice sounded like music to his ears.

He slowly laid her down in front of him, looking at her with a loving smile as her brilliant blue eyes met his glowing amber ones.

***********************    

"You are beautiful Marie" her brother claimed, yet one more time among the many other times he had told her that in the past fifteen minutes. 

She squirmed in total agony, whining softly. Just when his hand was about to touch her silken wet pussy he had pulled it back up to her stomach. "Stop teasing me, Dustin! I want you inside of me." 

When he had calmed her down completely he had picked her up and placed her on his own bed instead of the one that horrible event had taken place. He had brushed out her silky cherry blonde hair and let it free against the skin of her back. He had never imagined her hair to be as long as it was now, hanging down below her waist line. 

Right now though, she was lying on her back, her hair laid out like a pillow beneath her head, and her nipples beckoning for his attention. "I don't wish to hurt you Marie" he answered, shoving his hand through his short brunette hair. 

Every muscle in his body rippled every time he moved. He had strong arms, a hairless chest a girl could die for, six pack abs, and a tight ass that no one could ever get tired of looking at. "You won't hurt me, Dustin....... "She whined again, wiggling and squirming on his bed.

"Alright.... but I want to do something first." he replied huskily, slowly moving down the bed and grabbing her ankles. She gave a low whimper when his soft lips touched the skin on top of her ankle the first time. Feeling like she was in heaven when he began kissing all the way up the inside of each leg before stopping at her warm, wet pussy.

She got slightly nervous, wriggling and biting her lip as she asked hesitantly "What are you doing?" Having had no experience, and no one telling her what things were.

"You'll see........ trust me, it won't hurt." he replied, right before he stuck his slick tongue along her pink lips and began to snake it in between them. He started running the end of his tongue against her clit, making her wriggle and moan, gripping the sheets in her fists.




The Party



"Oh god.......... Ohhhh, ohhh... My god! "He grinned; shoving his tongue in as far as it would go inside of her sweet pussy. She reacted just as he thought she would, bringing her hips up off the bed and letting go built up pressure that was there even before he started touching her. 

"You're so sweet!" he exclaimed, heady with the taste and aroma of her swollen heat, the pheromones giving him a sort of natural high as he brought himself from below her. She was panting, shivering from the intensity of his experienced tongue.

"Oh dear god.......Dustin... I want you inside of me!" she admitted urgently, her nipples at their peaks, literally bulging out to try and feel his hands on them. 

"I know, honey...."He immediately found the nape of her neck and brought his mouth to hers in a soft, yet commanding kiss, pressing his tongue out and into her parted lips. Continuing to kiss her, even as he shifted to where his huge cock was just a few inches from her pussy. As if he were hesitant, he stopped, just feeling the strength of the kiss and the taste of her lips.

Her lips were soft, full...The kind of lips he would want around his cock one day but not today. The sweetness of her pussy juices were still on the tip of his tongue, hot and slick, spicy yet just as agonizingly sweet as a ripe plum or a soft peach. 

His hands slid around her breasts gently, swirling his fingers around her peaked nipples as she arched up against him. Just when she was about to pull back and say something he caught her mouth in another urgent kiss. Tugging and softly biting on her lower lip as he coaxed shivers from her body with just the tips of his fingers.

When he knew she wasn't going to say something, he pulled back just enough to look in her brilliant eyes and say huskily against her ear "I'm a little too big for you right now, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you; I want you to be ready." 

Her hips left the bed as his hands slowly slid down to the heat of her pussy. His fingers sliding up and down her pink lips as his thumb softly stroked her clitoris, making her whimper with pure pleasure.

"Get ready" he reminded her just before he shoved his middle finger deep inside her slick, tight little pussy hole. She nearly screamed as he moved his fingers around, zigzagging them side to side. As he slowly inserted as many fingers as he could to help her get used to the feeling of something inside of her.

"Mmm" he moaned softly as he found her pussy get even wetter, his cock getting as hard as it possibly could have.

She whimpered, tossing her head from side to side just after he had stopped moving his fingers. "I want you inside of me.... I want you inside of me now!" her cheeks flamed red hot, a blush crawling down her neck to her chest and up around her hair line. She looked so innocent, and so seductive at the same time, he thought he would simply burst from hearing, seeing, and feeling her with his hands.

He grinned wickedly at her, slowly sliding his fingers back out and licking all the yummy juice off of them with his tongue. "Alright, you want me you got me." He growled huskily, lunging for her from where he was half way on her to be nearly full blown on top of her, guiding his raw, hard cock to her pussy with great intent.

At first, he slid his cock inside real slow; afraid to hurt her. She whimpered, writhing against the head of his cock, sending equisite jolts of electricity through him that he had never known before. "Just do it...Dustin" she whined, arching her back and biting her lip. "It isn't like the pain will last forever!" 

"I just wanted to look at you, that is all." He replied, quickly trying to mask his worry for her. He grabbed the shaft of his cock and hesitated before sliding it in as fast as he could. Her eyes became teary and she made a sharp painful sound that ran straight into the block of his heart and made him think that she didn't want this for just the slightest second. 

He immediately shot her a worried glance "Did I hurt you that bad?"

She smiled softly, ensuring him it was alright. "Of course it is going to hurt a little, I'm a virgin Dust. The pain doesn't hurt anymore though." Like the brave soldier he knew she was, she whiped her tears away and pulled him closer.

When he was sure she wasn't in any more pain he began to slide in and out of her, gripping her breasts lightly and rubbing her hard pink nipples.She shuttered beneath him every time he brought his mouth down to cover the rosey tips. With every stroke he gave her, she brought her hips up to meet him, eager to experience, a wanton of the female desire. She might not have been experienced, but if he didn't know any better he would of thought she was an expert.

Her movements were precise, as if she knew exactly when and where to hit him every time he thought he would finish himself inside of her. Every time his cock began to get the tiniest bit soft, she clenched her muscles around him and sent a jolt of pleasure up his shaft, making him as hard as a rock again and ready for more.

He threw his arms up over her head, taking hers with him and pinning her hands together. "Uhh......what are you doing?" she gasped, shocked and breathless still.

"I don't want you to move at all Marie" he commanded her in a soft husky voice. "All I want to see is your body shaking from my impact, your legs shuddering with each stroke. All I want to hear is your loud moans, your soft little whimpers." He slowly began to lick her ear in a soft circle, blowing on it after making her shiver. He was almost to the brink of losing his control, and he didn't want to end her pleasure too soon.

He started moving his hips slowly, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered in a husky growl that made her squirm. "Do you like this Marie? Do you like the feel of my big hard cock inside of your wet pussy?" He held both of her hands in one of his, bringing his freehand to the soft curve of her breast, lightly flicking the tip with his thumb.

She bit her bottom lip, whimpering softly, desperation in the depths of her eyes. "Mmmhmm" 

He began to move a little faster, slowly stroking her arms with his fingers as he kept them pinned above her head. "Do you want my cum all up inside of your sweet, tight little pussy after you've screamed your pleasure?" he grunted, quickening his pace and giving her nipple a pinch before lapping at it with his tongue.

She blinked as if she didn't know what to say, her cheeks turning red and flushed. "Uh........uhuh" she replied softly. She was beyond thinking at the moment, all she could do was simply agree and urge him on.

He moved a little faster, his cock leaving her pussy half way before he pushed it back inside. "Do you love the fact of me fucking you?" he emphasized, slowly biting the soft skin of her ear lobe after trailing his tongue up the side of her neck.

"Ye......yes!" she cried out, squirming beneath him as he jerked in a little harder and her tight pussy clenched, all by itself, around his cock. "Ohhh yes!"

As soon as he felt the muscles tighten around him, it shot a wave of pleasure through the core of his cock, making him shutter. "M.....moan for me" he purred softly into her ear before his mouth came down on her neck, biting it gently but hard enough to leave marks, bruising her lips as he devoured her moan.

"Ohhh" she moaned loudly as the built up pressure finally came out of her, her entire body shook with the impact of her release. The vibrations sending Dustin in to a full blown orgasm, cum jerking free from the head of his cock and mixing with her own sweet cum.

He collapsed onto her stomach, laying there for a few moments to allow them both to catch there breath. His hands letting go of hers as he pulled his own hands to the sides of the bed. He was panting, and surely as the sun was given for light and heat, she was too. 

He finally rolled off of her, looking down at her with love in his eyes and a smile on his lips "That was good"

"Yes...... it was." She smiled up at him, her body still shaking slightly from the impact. 

"I love you Marie" he panted in her ear, gliding his hands down the length of her stomach as he lay down beside of her. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck with his nose softly.

"I love you too, Dustin" she answered, breathless, right before the both of them fell asleep in each others arms, totally exhausted.



The Party



"I know! You'll go to the party as my sexless humanoid!"

My girlfriend Alisia and I had been having a few drinks, kicking around ideas for a costume party we were planning on attending. We had both agreed that we'd pick each other's costumes. After I decided that she would go to the party as a she-devil dressed in her latex bodysuit, It was her turn to pick. So she had the crazy idea of me being sexless for the evening.

"Dear," I replied. "How is that going to work? If I'm wearing any clothing no one will know that I'm supposed to be sexless, and if I go naked everyone will see that I definitely do have sex organs!"

I could see the wheels turning in her head, and I knew she would come up with a way to make this happen. After all, she is very stubborn, and when drunk, very convincing!

"Darling, I'll figure everything out. Don't you worry!"

And so worry I didn't. The week passed, and I had forgotten all about the party. But Alisia didn't. Very soon it was Saturday, and I was relaxing in front of the computer when she came bouncing into the room.

"Ok Darling. Time to get ready for the party!"

"What party?"

"Darling! The costume party we're going to tonight! We have to start getting you ready if we want to get there at a reasonable hour."

I had no idea what she was talking about. I remembered a discussion about going to a party, other than that I was speechless.

"Come on Darling! We have to make you into a sexless humanoid for the party tonight!"

Then I remembered our discussion over drinks earlier in the week and I knew I was in trouble. Since I knew arguing would be futile with Alisia, I waited for her instructions.

"Ok Darling, I've put a lot of thought into how you can be sexless and still attend a party. And the only way this will work is if you are REALLY sexless. That way if anyone wants to check, it won't look like you are trying to get out of wearing a costume!"

With that, Alisia grabbed my hand and led me to our bedroom. There on the bed I saw random rolls of tape, something that looked like a little funnel, and a can of paint. I almost told Alisia to forget the party, but one look in her beautiful eyes made me decide to see what was on her mind.

"Alright, I need you to strip for me darling."

As I undressed, I saw her pick up some masking tape and the little funnel. Before I could ask, she answered the question forming in my head.

"I need to make your beautiful dick disappear for the evening darling. But I know that you'll want to drink tonight, so we need a way for you to relieve yourself. Don't worry darling, it won't hurt a bit!"

And with that, she started to tape the little funnel to the end of my hardening dick. She was basically attaching a spout to the end of my dick so I could urinate. She then grabbed my dick and pulled it as far back between my legs as she could. With the tape, she quickly secured me like that. Then with the rest of the tape, she proceeded to completely cover my groin, only leaving the tip of the funnel showing. When she was finished, I did look completely sexless.

"What do you think so far darling?"

I was completely speechless! But that didn't stop Alisia. She quickly went to the next step in her plan. She grabbed a roll of duct tape and completely covered her previous layer. 

"What is this for?" I asked her. "You've already done a very good job of making my dick disappear!"

"Don't worry darling. If someone really needs to check your costume, I don't want them feeling your dick through your clothing. This has to be convincing!"

So she kept wrapping until all the duct tape was gone. Then she went back to the masking tape and started all over again.

"Don't worry darling, latex paint doesn't stick very well to duct tape, so I had to switch back to this."

When she finished, she rubbed her hand over my groin. Even I couldn't feel her hand.

"Perfect! Now on to the next step."

There is a next step? She must have put a lot of thought into this one! Alisia proceeded to pick up the can of paint and started painting all the visible tape.

"Don't move" she cautioned me. "We don't have time for touchups!"

I looked down, and noticed that the paint color she chose almost exactly matched my skin color. This girl was good! While we were waiting for the paint to dry, Alisia briefed me on some details of my costume.

"Ok darling. I've set it up that you can pee tonight, but nothing else. I hope you don't mind but you'll have to sit to do that! Now you'll go to the party dressed normally, so if anyone asks you what you are dressed as, you have to tell them you are a sexless humanoid. If they ask you to prove it to them, you have to let them touch or even see. No exceptions! And don't worry, I'll be right there with you."

By that time the paint was dry, and Alisia had me lay down on the bed so she could trim the end of the funnel off flush with the tape. She handed me a mirror so I could admire her handiwork. I have to say, she did a great job. All anyone could see was a very small hole between my legs that most people would miss if they weren't looking for it.

After she let me look, she had me get dressed for the party. I went to get a pair of my jeans, but she had picked out a special pair for the party. They were very tight and definitely showed my lack of "manliness" down there. As I dressed, Alisia started to get ready for the party as well.

While she was dressing, I found my hand drifting down to my crotch. It was definitely a different feeling, not feeling anything! But it was also very erotic! 

Soon, Alisia made her appearance. She was dressed in a skintight latex bodysuit, complete with hood. There were small horns protruding from the top of her head, along with a two foot long tail dangling between her legs. I could feel my dick trying to burst from its constraints, as she sauntered towards me. 

"You like what you see big boy...whoops, I mean thing?" she chuckled. "Too bad you can't have any of this tonight, since you are sexless!"

If I knew Alisia hadn't spent so much time working on my costume, I would have ripped the whole thing off and taken her right there.

"You ready to go, my little thing?"

She grabbed a jacket as we walked out the door. As I was locking our front door, she turned to me with a sly smile.

"Since I know you can't have me tonight, that must make you a very frustrated thing. So I have a little present for you this evening."

With that, she handed me a small key-fob with one button. When I looked at her quizzically, she just replied "try it and see what happens."

So I pushed the button, and saw Alisia catch her breath ever so slightly.

"Darling, that button controls the vibrating egg that is hidden inside me. And since I locked my bodysuit on, I guess you'll just have to tease me all night long!" 



The Party



The rules were simple. All the guys would line up against the wall, pants and underwear off. When the lights were turned off and the music was turned on, the girls would come in and find a cock to suck. After a few minutes, the music would stop and they would rotate. 

It was so dark that I couldn't see an inch in front of my face. It was so silent that, if you listened hard enough, you could hear all of our hearts racing. A hand slapped against my knee. One of them had found me. I swallowed hard and felt up the wall for something to grip. Here it comes. I took a deep breath as I felt my cock being enveloped by a pair of soft lips. It slid smoothly into someone's warm mouth and came to rest there. This mystery girl's tongue snaked up and down the shaft and around the head.

"Oh, Christ..." I mumbled, feeling around in the air until I found her head. I brushed my fingers over her face as she slowly sucked my meat. All around me, the only sounds I could hear were the girls loudly slurping on the guys' cocks. You would hear a soft groan here and there, but overall everyone remained relatively silent. No one wanted to act like they were enjoying this too much. We had all bragged about we got some every weekend. This was just the usual, right?

As my mystery lady continued to lovingly nurture my stiff cock, my mind just couldn't keep from wandering away. I honestly couldn't stop thinking about my sister, actually. She would faint if she ever seen anything like this. Kelsey was the honor student, the kiss-ass to the teachers, the golden child. She was going to Princeton in the fall, a full scholarship. I, on the other hand, was destined for the local community college. She pissed me off a lot, always in her room, always doing homework, never wanting to have any fun.

Although it's not like she wouldn't be welcome here. In fact, there's probably not one guy in the room (save myself) that wouldn't want their cock in Kelsey's mouth right now. As much as I hate to admit it, she is cute. That soft brown hair, that baby face, those full pink lips, that fit body and those perky tits...oh, and that ass. That round, perfect ass. Oh, God...

I had almost blown my load right there, just thinking about her. What a sick bastard I was. Then again, this chick was awesome at giving head. I could just blame it on her. My thoughts kept drifting back to Kelsey, probably in her room right now, reading or some shit. She was probably wearing that cute little tank top and those butt shorts... 

Shit! I had almost lost it again. I needed to calm down. I still had a whole line of girls to go through. Luckily, the music died just then and the girl planted a final kiss on the head of my quivering member before moving on. I sighed and stroked myself slowly, keeping it hard for the next one that came along.

I didn't have to wait long. I felt something brush against my leg and then moments later, a tongue curiously dabbing at the head of my dick. I could feel her hot breath as she was about to wrap her mouth around it, but hesitated. Why was she teasing me like this?

"Come on, babe..." I mumbled, guiding her head between my legs. She finally complied and crammed what seemed like my entire pole into her mouth and down her throat. I just about passed out on the spot. This girl could suck a dick like you wouldn't believe. She was like a vacuum, it was incredible. 

"Oh, damn..." I moaned, more loudly than I would have liked.

"Enjoying yourself, Dave?" was the response from across the room.

Just then, she stopped. 

"What's the matter, baby?" I whispered, stroking her hair.

"Dave Morrison?" she asked meekly.

"Yeah, it's me," I whispered, "but we're not supposed to tell."

She was silent.

"Who is this? Janet? Brittany? I thought I recognized those lips..."

What happened next would stain my memory for the rest of my life. Some wise guy had flipped the light switch, causing everyone to be momentarily blinded. When my eyes had finally adjusted, I looked down and my insides twisted.

It was my sister, Kelsey, staring back up at me. Drool from my cock still trickling down her lip. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a gasp. She didn't have a look of guilt or shock or even anger on her face. It was just a blank expression.

"Turn off the lights, shithead!" someone else yelled.

Once again, it was black. I didn't know what to do. This was my own flesh and blood, my sister. She was my parents' pride, the perfect kid. And here she was, on her knees in a dirty basement, with my penis in her mouth.

Before I could react, I felt that unbelievable sensation again. She was sucking me again, and there was nothing I could do. It felt so good that I could barely move a muscle. 

"Kelsey... you don't have to... oh, Christ!"

She responded by sucking even harder, not even stopping to rest her jaw. I realized that by now, it was a lost cause. Before long, the music would stop and she would move on to the next cock. I had might as well enjoy these last few moments.

As expected, the song slowly faded out until there was nothing but silence. The only sound was the girls' knees scraping against the floor in search of their next venture.

I waited for Kelsey to stop, but she continued to go at it, not missing a beat. I could hear another girl approaching, but she was met with a single word.

"Occupied," my sister said sternly, with a mouthful of cock, and the girl moved on.

Knowing now that she wasn't giving up until I came, I resumed my efforts to persuade her to stop.

"Come on, Kelse... you're better than this... shit, that's good..."

She kept right on going, massaging my balls to coax the cum right out of me.

"Kelsey... this is wrong... you shouldn't be here... oh, FUCK!"

"Shut the hell up, dude!" was the harsh reply from across the room.

"Ladies, finish off your boys... Gentlemen, let's wrap it up..." said a smooth voice from the DJ booth.

I had given up on trying to get her off me. I was on the verge of orgasm and she was going to finish what she started.

I grabbed hold of her head and thrust and shoved it forcefully in and out of my lap, fucking her face. She grabbed my wrists and held on, readying herself for the load that would soon follow.

"Here it comes..." I warned.

I pushed her head down on my cock as far as it would go and shot ropes of hot seed down her throat. She swallowed the first wave and continued to slurp my dick until she had milked every drop.

I was panting as she slowly licked my wet, sticky member and kissed my balls until I was soft again.

"Thanks, sis..." I said quietly.

She gave my cock a final squeeze and slipped away into the darkness.

"All right, the lights will come on in ten seconds..." said the voice.

I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt before wiping the sweat from my brow. That was fucking intense, but I didn't know how I would face Kelsey when I got home.

The lights were turned on slowly until they were at full brightness. Little by little, the partygoers exited, most hooking up on the way out.

I headed out to my car quickly, hoping not to run into Kelsey. I drove home in silence, my mind racing.

When I arrived at my house, it was dark and quiet. I shut the door slowly, as to not wake anybody and tip-toed upstairs, passing Kelsey's bedroom on the way.

I paused. The light was on inside and the door was slightly ajar. I peeked inside. She was lying on her stomach, buried in a book. I cleared my throat and she turned to face me.

"Hey..." she whispered.

"Hey," I replied.

"How was your night?" she asked.

"Pretty good. Yours?"

"Oh, I finished up some work... caught up on my reading... sucked a few cocks... you know."

She grinned and I returned the smile.

"Good night, Kelsey."

"Good night, David."

I turned to leave.

"Wait... Dave?" she called.

"Yeah?"

"Same time next week?"

"I'll be there." 



The Party



The traditional rite of an autumn weekend is fast football, cold beer, and good friends. But Jim was not the kind of guy who enjoyed football. He was also not the kind of guy to swill gallons of cold beer. And he certainly didn't have many friends.

Jim Handy was a young and promising architect who specialized in upscale residential buildings in the recently revitalized downtown area. His bookish appearance fit well into his chosen field - being average height with slender build he looked like most of the young architects in the city. His sandy-blond hair was cut short to reveal small elfish ears, a slender nose, and big green eyes. He was no rugged Tom Selleck or Marlboro man, but he was also not unattractive.

At least he had done well enough to have captured the finger (if not entirely the heart) of the beautiful Allison. Amazing as it seems, the dark-haired, dark-eyed vixen had been his wife for almost three years now. Jim was never truly sure if she found him attractive, or just enjoyed the fruits of his successful architecture business. Not that they didn't have great times together. Or even that they didn't share common interests and dreams. It's just that something never quite seemed "complete," like there was something secret and hidden that just had not come to the surface. But at least their sex life was great. The best Jim had ever had, in fact. Allison was wild in bed and kept Jim always wondering if he could top their previous bedroom encounter.

Allison was easy-going and fun and always surrounded by friends. Today was going to be their big annual weekend football party. Allison's plan was to invite as many friends over as possible and drink as much beer as possible before the game was over. And that is exactly what happened. The party was a success and at least twenty (or more) people shared their little house and enjoyed their hospitality.

Except it was not entirely what Jim enjoyed. Jim never understood football entirely, although he always found the commercials sliced in between the various plays endlessly amusing. And Jim didn't care much for beer - a fact that lead him to consume far too many margaritas. And Jim had no good friends to invite over, so all the friends were, in fact, Allison's. But Jim still managed to have a good time until people started filtering out of the house after the game was over. It is strange how differently people choose to exit a party. Some people bolted for the door as fast as a stallion the minute the beer and snacks ran out. Some people lingered a little and talked to Allison before meandering out the door and to their parked cars. But the last person to linger was a new friend of Allison's named Shaun. 

Shaun was a very striking man. He was by far the largest man Jim had ever seen. Not that he was fat; he was just a huge, athletic, and very well proportioned man. He stood at a little over six-foot, ten-inches tall and was as wide in the shoulders as a subzero refrigerator (and nearly as thick). He was as black as an eight-ball on a dirty pool table and had hands the size of bear claws. He had a deep, booming voice and the largest, brightest smile Jim has probably ever seen. Jim had heard that Shaun had once been to prison when he was younger, back when he was a semi-pro lineman for the local football team. But you would never guess it by the way he dressed. Always sharp, with crisp slacks, a silk shirt (unbuttoned halfway down), and the cleanest haircut a man can have. He was a remarkable looking man, and it was obvious that Allison thought that too.

"Thanks for coming over on such short notice." Allison said to Shaun

"'Aight." Shaun responded gruffly. And then let out a big beaming smile.

"Let me grab you that last beer before you go." Allison was trying hard to be hospitable to the very end.

As Allison turned to walk over to the kitchen, her arm trailed behind her, brushing past the front of Shaun's perfectly pressed slacks. And that's when Jim noticed it. It looked as if Allison had just brushed something very large hiding behind the pleats of Shaun's perfectly pressed pants -- something that shifted in place like a fire hose hanging off a hydrant.

"Oh my god!" thought Jim as he stared at Shaun's slacks. "This guy must have the largest penis that has ever existed!" Jim knew this wasn't exactly true because he once read about a man who took human growth hormone for medical reasons and it caused an abnormal sized penis to develop over the course of many years. But it was certainly the largest penis that had ever been dangling behind some guy's slacks in his own home.

And dangled it did. Jim watched nervously as the entire center of Shaun's pants seemed to grow and throb. He could see the outline of something very large and very thick start to shift from the center of Shaun's pants to halfway down his thigh. Jim suddenly realized that he was staring at Shaun's crotch with his eyes wide as saucers and mouth completely agape.

"What you lookin' at?" Shaun's question abruptly broke Jim's crotch-watching trance. "Allison! What yo man here lookin' at?" Shaun said as Allison stepped back into the room.

As fast as a bolt, Allison followed Jim's gaze to Shaun's crotch. She gave out an almost imperceptible squeal and smiled wryly.

"I think he was looking at your crotch." Allison said; with a half smile that spoke entirely of mischief.

By this time it was quite obvious that Shaun's monster cock had been awakened from its slumber. It sleepily pulsed to a steadily rhythm just behind Shaun's clean-pressed slacked. Unfortunately, Jim noticed too late that they both were staring at him. Well, not exactly directly at him. They were staring directly at his crotch. Jim's football-team emblazoned sweatpants suddenly seemed about two sized to small. And as he slowly followed their gaze to his crotch and realized that his lap was sitting under what appeared to be a small tent about six inches tall and supported by a firm pole. The knowledge that a Shaun's massive hunk of meat had been aroused to life had given Jim a very fast, very hard erection.

Shaun just kind of stared at Jim, but Allison laughed with delight. "Does that arouse you dear?" Allison asked.

All Jim could manage to get out was a soft "uuuuh."

"Well then watch this." Allison said as she flipped her hair and walked briskly straight towards Shaun. Shaun's stare turned to a wide-eyed smile as Allison sunk to her knees in front of his massive form. Her small hands quickly unbuckled his belt, throwing the thick black leather strip to the floor at Jim's feet. She undid the button (and the clasp behind the button) and opened the front of Shaun's pants. Allison's long dark hair obstructed most of what she was doing, but Jim heard her let out a very audible gasp.

"Oh.... My.... God." Allison spoke in reverence. "I have never seen anything like this." 

Allison shifted to the side and then Jim noticed a mass of curly black hair and the beginning of what looked like a long black and veiny beer can. Except this was no beer can - it was made entirely of meat.

Allison slowly slipped Shaun's slacks to the floor. His cock was enormous. A huge black tube filled with throbbing veins. Only semi-erect, it hung down to his mid thigh and was crowned with an even larger helmet-shaped head. His balls hung very low and were the size of small oranges. They had been perfectly shaved clean, and you could see them throb slowly at slightly different elevations in their ebony sack. Allison grabbed his dick and lifted it. It was obvious that the weight was surprising to her, and the monster penis sagged at both ends of her hand under its own weight. She pulled her head back, put her mouth around the head and sucked. 

It was an almost comical scene. Allison's mouth was stretched tight around the head of Shaun's cock and she hands fumbled clumsily at his balls, which she could not hold the entirety of in her small hands. She was bent over and Jim could see under her short skirt and stared directly at her green cotton panties; her green moist cotton panties. Jim noticed that Allison's panties were sopping wet! She looked over her shoulder to see if Jim was still watching, and he was. Except that he realized at that point that he was masturbating. Both his dick and balls were pulled out of his sweatpants and he was pumping his cock slowly. His six-inch shaft was pulsing and his balls had swollen, filled with the inevitable gush that would come.

Allison unwrapped her mouth from Shaun's massive rod, wiped her mouth of all moisture, and looked at Jim.

"Did I say that you could jerk it?" Allison's tone was firm. She had never caught Jim masturbating, but right now it seemed she didn't like it. "I have just the thing to fix that." She said as she rushed out of the room leaving Jim and Shaun staring at each other.

"You've never seen anything like this, eh?" Shaun said with a grin.

"N-n-n-n-no." Jim replied meekly.

"Faggot!" Shaun spat out. "I seen lil fuckas like you once when I was locked down. Always ready to kneel down and take ma big fuckin cock. Always ready fo me to blow a load on they faces. Faggots."

Allison briskly walked back into the room carrying an odd device. It looked like a clear plastic ball about the size of a large apple with a short, four or five inch curved clear plastic tube attached to one end. It was hinged down the middle of the ball and had a small loop on both ends of the hinged seam. Allison walked confidently over to Jim and roughly took his cock in her hand. 

"This little thing hasn't given me much pleasure lately, so I'm going to keep it from giving you pleasure for a while." Allison said, pointing at Jim's erect dick.

"What are you talking about?" Jim said defiantly and started to stand.

"You need to listen to yo woman, lil man." Shaun said as he took one step forward, put a single massive hand on Jim's shoulder, and pushed him back onto the sofa.

Allison still had Jim's penis in her hand, but the confrontation with Shaun had suddenly made it only semi-hard. She opened on the device and placed his balls in the clear orb. She then slid his partly flaccid dick in the downward bending tube. She then closed the whole device and placed a small silver padlock on the device.

"On my god I've been caged!" thought Jim. His genitalia were now completely encased in clear plastic. And the thought of this immediately made his cock start to swell. He tugged at the device but the small opening fit snugly to his body and was too small in diameter to allow both his cock and balls to slip through. He pulled gently at it in futility. He would have to get the padlock away from Allison to escape.

Allison turned her attention back to Shaun. He had moved closer to get a clear look at her the caging of her husband, and was now looming over her, fully erect - a huge black bull that dwarfed her small figure. She bent over and again returned attention to Shaun's hard and now throbbing monster cock. As she bent over, Jim noticed that where once was a large wet spot on Allison's panties was now completely soaked. Her head bobbed up and down to a rhythmic, silent beat and she let out small gagging and gurgling sounds as she tried to take Shaun's hammer deeper and deeper into her throat. Her hands had moved from her knees and were now tugging furiously at Shaun's cock. Pull! Pull! Pull! It was enough force to pull the large man's body back and forth, and his giant balls swayed in time to her frantic actions. Allison wanted Shaun to cum.

After some time, Shaun's hands moved to Allison's arms. He gently pulled her mouth off of his dick and lifted her to her feet. That was the last gentle action Shaun would make this evening. Allison's eyes followed his monster hands to her full breasts. She though he would cup them and try to push them together as every other guy seemed to do. For some reason, thought Allison, every guy wanted to push two good titties together to form one perfect one. It was very confusing. But Shaun didn't do that. He simply ripped apart the front of her blouse with apparent ease, and slid it to the floor.

Allison's breasts were exposed. They were large and hung from her chest like succulent, ripened fruit from a beautiful dark tree. Her dark brown areolas accented her long, thin nipples. She had expected Shaun to touch them or suck them or something. But he simply flipped her around, bent her over, and shoved her into Jim's lap. She fell clumsily in a tumble of air and tits, and was forced to brace herself with her hands on either side of Jim's hips at the last moment. Her bare breasts landed on the plastic prison and on Jim's hard and swollen cock within.

Shaun lifted Allison's short skirt above her hips and tore the panties from her body. He flung them in the air and they landed squarely on Jim's head with a "splat!" They were completely soaked! - A wet sponge that smelled of the sweet scent of Allison's arousal. That same sweet arousal trickled in a small stream from Allison's wet pussy halfway down her inner thigh. She had never been so excited. Just then, Shaun rammed his enormous, swollen cock straight into Allison's hot, wet cunt. She emitted a sharp, loud moan. "Oooooooooohhhh! Oh My Fucking God!" Jim watched as Allison's eyes rolled back into her head. Shaun's huge cock had stretched her almost beyond the breaking point and he started pounding her hard. Thump! Thump! Thump! The motion rocked Allison who was now leaning against Jim. The whole couch, with Jim on it, swayed to Shaun's powerful thrusts. 

Shaun's cock strained desperately against the plastic cage. His balls had swollen to incredible proportions and were now pressed tightly inside the plastic bubble. They heaved and moved to the timing of the swaying of the couch on which he was sitting. His hard cock was now too large to fit into the plastic tube. It pressed desperately against the walls of its prison. The awkward, downwardly bent plastic tube caused Jim to wince in pain with each throb of his engorged penis. The plastic device resembled a flaccid penis with average-sized balls. And Jim's hard cock was no where near flaccid and his balls had swollen large with unspent cum. And still Shaun pounded Allison hard as she bent over Jim's lap.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Jim could see Shaun's huge balls slapping against Allison's deep inner thighs. With each thrust they would slip below her crotch, slip past her legs, brushing them both, much like a basketball does to the hoop when perfectly arced to the basket. Those monster balls would then swing forward with the motion of the thrust and slap hard against Allison's clit. Slap! Again, the thrust. Slap! Again! Slap! Again! Slap! Allison's back and neck were both arched and she drooled slightly as she let out a constant moan. "ooooooooooooohhhh." Her breasts heaved and rocked with the motion.

Then suddenly Allison's body tensed. Her chest seemed to glow a deep red as she let out a piercing moan. "Ooooooh-a-Oooooh-a-Ohhhhh!" She sounded as if she was in pain (and maybe she was!). Her body started to shake suddenly as a wave of pleasure overtook her entire being. Allison's toes curled tight. A small stream of drool fell from her mouth onto Jim's leg. Allison's eyes seemed for a moment to focus on nothing, and then come back to life.

Shaun pulled out of Allison and she slumped to the floor. She lay there crumpled like an elegant party dress after a socialite evening - used and discarded. Shaun approached Jim on the couch. His massive cock was still hard. Thick, dark veins coursed through the massive piece of meat and it throbbed with Shaun's labored breath. Glistening, it was covered with a thick layer of Allison's cum. Jim tried to stand but Shaun simple pushed him hard back to the couch.

"You ain't going nowhere, faggot!" Shaun sputtered out. Jim opened his mouth to plead his case. Jim had never been to prison. He had never even touched another man, although he had thought about it once in an embarrassing moment in the gym showers. As he opened his mouth to speak, Shaun rammed his massive dick into Jim's unsuspecting mouth. Jim's eyes flew open wide as he gagged on the hunk of meat. It was warm and throbbing in his mouth. The sweet taste of Allison's cum hung on Shaun's hot cock. The fragrant smell of Allison and the musty smell of Shaun mingled together around Jim's head to form a scent that hinted at the most carnal of sex. 

Shaun began to ram his thick organ back and forth in Jim's mouth. Jim's hands instinctively found their way onto his huge balls. He cupped them with one hand and moved the other to Shaun's fat shaft. A pool of precum had formed in the plastic prison and now it leaked from Jim's dick, out of the plastic tube, and onto Jim's leg. He wished that he could at least touch his cock only once. One tug and Jim would blow his cum all over. But it was hopeless. Jim's cock stretched hard against the plastic as he tugged and sucked on Shaun's thick meat.

Allison sat crumpled in the corner. She watched as her husband took a giant black cock in his mouth and sucked it hard for all it was worth. She even watched him as his hands took hold of the giant black shaft and tugged it back and forth. Her pussy was wet. She never seen one man force himself upon another - especially a man so large and hung. And she had never seen a man as eager to take it as her husband. The thought of it all aroused her again. She could smell the musky smell of those huge black balls mix with the faint scent of her husband. Her pussy felt hot and her pulse began to race. Her hands found their way to her crotch.

Jim was almost gagging on Shaun's thick black dick. His mouth was strained and his throat was raw. And as Shaun thrust he cock deeper and deeper into Jim's mouth, the thrusts became faster and much harder. Shaun's big black balls swayed with the rhythm. They slapped under Jim's chin with each thrust, and Jim could feel their weight slam against his skin. He knew what when Shaun finally blew his load, those heavy balls would unload gallons of cum down his throat. He could see Allison sitting in the corner. Her legs were spread wide open in front of herself and her back was arched. One hand cupped her large breast and her thumb and forefinger pressed her long, dark nipple so hard that the tip had turned white. Her other hand was positioned between her legs and was violently slapping her crotch. No doubt she was stimulating her clit with the frantic slapping and whipping herself into another full-body orgasm. 

He watched as her legs began to tremble and small waves of pleasure came over her body. She let out a long, strained moan. At the sound, Shaun's thrusts into Jim's mouth intensified. Jim pulled at Shaun's cock as hard as he could with both hands. He ached for Shaun to cum in his mouth, to fill his mouth with Shaun's hot seed until it spilled out, over Shaun's cock, and onto the floor.

As he stroked Shaun's meat as hard as he could, he could feel Shaun's body tighten. His legs become ridged and his firm, black ass constrict. Jim closed his eyes. He could feel hands on his legs - small hands. It must be Allison! He opened his eyes in time to see Allison quickly unlock the plastic device that had caged his cock and balls. But before he could reach in and stoke himself to climax, Allison grabbed Shaun's cock from Jim's mouth and crammed the end of it into the big opening in the device. Shaun let out a guttural grunt and a huge spray of cum erupted from his meaty, monster cock. It landed squarely on Jim's balls and half-filled the plastic orb. The large black cock seemed to pause, and then shot out another equally large load. Jim could feel Shaun's hot cum on his cock and it seeped down his balls and into the plastic tube that held his dick. Shaun's sticky load kept erupting from his big, black organ. It had almost completely filled Jim's chastity cage, and he could feel the sticky juice and smell the musky scent of cum.




The Party



Allison winked at Jim as she closed and locked the plastic cage. It was filled to capacity with half a quart of Shaun's cum and Jim's hard, throbbing, and strained cock and balls. Jim was tortured - he had to cum. He needed to cum. He couldn't imagine staying hard for hours, his dick locked in this prison and the smell of cum and Allison's arousal permeating the air. Allison pulled Jim to his feet. The cage felt heavy on his loins and the added weight of the cum which filled the device made it pull hard on his crotch. 

As Shaun cleaned himself off, Allison grabbed the top of Jim's sweatpants, which were now crumpled around his ankles, and pulled them over his cock and onto his hips. The plastic bubble left a ridiculously sized bulge in his crotch and a wet spot on his sweatpants where his precum and Shaun's real cum leaked out of the tube and onto his pants. Jim had a terrible feeling that he knew what was next.

"Time for the party," said Allison. Allison's close friend Jen was having a bachelorette party in about an hour. Jim had a terrible feeling that he would find himself at that party. And as his thoughts turned back to sex and the incredible strain his penis was under, he knew he would not be able to feel release for some time to come. Allison locked up the front door as Shaun ushered Jim into the back seat of his oversized, black Hummer.



The Party



He entered the room, as he had done so many times before, and he noticed right away that there was a difference. He could not exactly pinpoint the difference or tell what was different or why. He just felt that it was different from all the previous times. There was something in the air, and he had the intense feeling that this time, something was going to happen, and that someone was unwaveringly waiting for him.

So he began as usual greeting all the guests and as they returned his greetings, he noticed someone new, someone he had never seen here before, and she smiled at him. He asked her to follow him, and they sat on a leather couch in a corner of the room all by themselves and talked.

They talked and talked, He looked in her eyes; they were so submissively beautiful. Her lips were so moist and meaty. He felt as if he wanted to lift her up in his arms and take her away from there. He felt as if he could tear all of her clothes off there and then even with all those people around, and just take her. He wanted her naked, he wanted to smell her sex and watch her obey him and offer herself to him.

Of course he restrained himself but he knew he was going to meet her again, and he had no doubts in his mind about what would happen then.

She noticed he was strictly controlling himself, and a sensuous smile of appreciation appeared on her lips.

He looked at her again and then took her hand in his, He put his personal card in her palm, his eyes still locked in hers. He smiled, closed her hand in a fist around his card, and elegantly placed her hand on her breasts. Then he brushed her knuckles with his lips.

Not a word from his lips, but a million words from his eyes.

Slowly he got up and left. Her eyes followed him as he walked away, and even though they had just met and she knew nothing about him, she felt comfortable in his presence, reassured, even attracted.

She looked at his card and began to open her purse to put it away when an evil thought took hold of her mind. She pulled her cell out and called one of the three numbers on the card. Naturally, she dialed the one next to the word cell.

She thought she would try to be mysterious and tease him a little bit. She was a great teaser, all her friends knew that. She was not sure what she would say and do, maybe just listen to him answer and then hang up, or maybe act as if she were a past lover who wanted him back. Still debating what to say, she dialed the number.

It rang a few times, but there was no answer. She waited a little longer then put the phone back in her purse. Now her phone rang. His strong sensual voice with a foreign accent sounded in her ear. She froze, unable to speak.

The voice then said: "I knew you would call, and now you will do as I say. I am in my car. Just come out of the building and you will see me. You will come now!"

Now she knew she had put herself in deep trouble. The smart thing to do would be to disregard that request, but that was not so easy to do. Nor did she want to, not really. It would have meant totally giving him up forever.

Even though she had just met him, she could see he was not the kind of a man who would tolerate being disobeyed or yield control to anyone else and besides, deep inside, she really liked the man.

Reluctantly, and with uncertainty and questions in her head, she began to walk towards the exit.

She swore to herself that she would change those teasing ways of hers, but then, she had to admit that, had she not called him, she would still be at the party all by herself. Instead, here she was on her way to meet him, to meet someone she actually felt attracted to, and the anticipation was overwhelming her. Why did he want to see her? What was he going to do to her?

She left the building and immediately noticed a long stretch limo parked by the side of the road. The back door opened, and she let herself in. It was spacious and air-conditioned and the windows were darkly tinted. There was a bar, music, and nice wide leather seats, soft, supple, and warm. And of course he was there, welcoming her into the car with a smile on his face.

"We can go now, Fred" he said into a microphone. The car purred to life and they were on their way.

"Where are you taking me, Sir?" she asked him, but his only answer was a smile, a look, and a pat on her thigh.

"Take your underwear off," his firm voice said. 

"Excuse me?" she thought. Had she hear him right? She looked at him, but he was not even looking in her direction.

She dared not speak, and she knew he would not say it again. He had said it once and, with him, a woman would get only one chance. Somehow she had very quickly come to know this about him. The way he said things, the way he looked at her when he spoke, and the fact that he did not like to be kept waiting told her that she had to do whatever he wanted right away, had to do it before the words were even out of his mouth.

A moment later his hand was out and she knew he had to give him her underwear right away. A million thoughts crossed her mind, but still she complied with his wish. In seconds, she did as he had asked. He was gentleman enough to make it sound as if he had been asking, but in reality, it was an order, not a request.

She raised her butt to slide her panties off and then placed them in his waiting hand. He closes his fist around them and brought them to his nose. Then he handed her a set of vibrating eggs. She immediately recognized what they were. They were the remote controlled variety. It was obvious to her what she was to do with them, or at least she thought so, because he quickly added: "Follow the directions!"

She carefully followed the directions and placed the gleaming eggs on her left knee. Next, that she stretched out her legs, slid her butt on the seat, leaned backward, and tried to get herself as horizontal as possible. She put her hands behind her back.

He was still not looking in her direction, not watching her, but she could see a smile of anticipation on his face. Perhaps that smile held a bit of cruelty, but it held a lot of passion. 

Patiently, not yet fully understanding why she was consenting to do all these things, she waited. One thing she did know, though. She did not want to disobey him or upset him. She was attracted to him, and she felt he could control her in more ways than one.

Suddenly she felt the toy begin to roam over her thigh, slowly heading in the direction of her sex. It moved slowly, then stopped, then rotated. Then it traveled down her other thigh and halted on her right knee.

Again he spoke into the microphone, and immediately the driver stopped the car. He got out and moved to the front of the car. The front seat was separated from the back by a dark Plexiglas screen and she could not see him or the driver, nor could they see her. Or could they?

The car sped forward again and out of a speaker came his voice: "Lie down on the seat and place the headsets on your ears, and make sure that the tiny microphone attached to the headphones is by your mouth. I also want you to completely undress, by the way. Once you have done all that, raise your arms up and insert your hands into the two cuffs coming from the roof of the car. They will automatically tighten on your wrists."

It was almost impossible for her at that point to define or understand the way she felt, nor make any sense of the thoughts that were going through her mind. One thing was clear; she had absolutely no choice but to obey his command.

Once again those vibrating eggs began to roam up her thigh, to her now moist mound. She felt them rolling across her outer lips, and then they penetrate her pussy. At the same time, she noticed a pair of clamps being lowered from the car ceiling reaching her nipples. 

He was not even there with here, yet she was at his mercy, and subject to his whims and pleasures. She could imagine him sitting right there behind that screen, maybe watching or maybe not, but still in full control of her emotions, of her body.

She began to moan and finally realized why the microphone was by her mouth. As the moaning increased his voice sounded in the headsets. Soft and passionate, very sweet, yet controlling and firm.

So many beautiful words, words that she had never heard before. They were being delivered into her ear with as much power as that toy was thrusting into her pussy and those clamps were tweaking her nipples.

She moaned louder, her body began to squirm and shiver, her flesh sweating, her pussy getting moister. Yes, she was ready to explode, but could she? He had said nothing about that yet. She waited, hoping to receive a command, but no, not a word from him. She had reached a point at which she could hardly wait anymore, and she was almost ready to scream. She thought about begging him, but she knew better.

Suddenly she heard a noise. The front seat had somehow spun around and he had appeared. He was already undressed, and apparently quite well endowed. His fingers pushed into her sex, pulling the vibrating toy out of her. His body flowed on top of hers. She felt all his weight holding her against the seat cushions. His legs were entangled with hers and his manhood pressed again her throbbing mound. He released her hands from the cuffs and they flew around his neck. The clamps also came off her erect and swollen nipples, only to be replaced by his cupping hands.

He looked deeply into her eyes; it was a fiery, controlling look, and she feels a warm rush of belonging, of being desired, of being owned. Now she knew that her teasing phone call, earlier that evening had not been a mistake. Now her mind was free of doubt. Her soul floated free, her emotions were certain. She had no fear, no weaknesses, no doubts.

His hands were under her butt. He moved her body to adjust to his. She squeezed her eyes shut and she felt him rush into her, filling her up, her pussy muscles tightening on his hardness and milking it. His lips closed around her right nipple and then licked her ear lobes. She heard his reassuring voice say those words she so much wanted to hear: "Now I know you are mine. Cum for me little one. Shower me with your sweet juices. The scent of your cum is all I want and need right now."

He was still thrusting into her as she came, and she knew he would keep thrusting, preparing her for a second round, this time together with him.



The Party



I know from reading the many erotic stories that a lot of married men fantasize about seeing their wives with other men, either going the whole way and having sex with them or just being naked and exposed in front of them. I want to relate to you the first experience I had of this, and how it changed my life. 

My name is Laura. I am an attractive blond with what I am told is a stunning figure. My firm 38dd breasts are the envy of most other women and an eye magnet for every man whom I pass in the street or has had the pleasure to meet me. I am fifteen years younger than my husband, Alex, and I still don't think he could believe his luck when we met one wonderful evening at a friend's house. I found him an interesting guy to talk to and quite attractive in a rugged sort of way. After a long conversation I agreed to go out with him on a date. He said, much to my amusement, that he found me exciting and incredibly sexy. I am not sure about the exciting, but I do have an insatiable appetite for sex. In fact, I have a reputation for being a bit of a nympho. Over the next few months we had an exciting time. Alex was a great guy to go about with, being caring and attentive, and great in bed. But I always had this feeling that he couldn't quite believe his luck in meeting me. 

We got on great together and he moved in with me after we had known each other about nine months. We got married about a year after that. He once told me, much to my amusement, that his mates told him what a lucky bastard he was too have hooked me. I have to say at this point that our sex life was great for the first six years of our marriage, but like all good things, it slowly came to an end. Being married to a nymphomaniac is, I suppose, every man's dream, but in actuality, I suppose it is really not that good; well, not after six years, it's not. After a while, I began to feel that sex between us was becoming a chore rather than a pleasure. 

The problem was that I still wanted sex as often as possible. In fact, I needed sex just as much as I ever did, and when Alex couldn't provide me with what I wanted as often as I wanted it, my eyes started wandering, although at this stage I didn't do anything about it. I have to admit that I did begin to flaunt myself a little just to see what sort of reaction I got. I began to wear slightly more revealing clothes when we were going out, and I could not help myself flirting a little when we met up with Alex's mates or when they came around to our place. 

It all came to a head one night when one of our friends organized a Hawaiian party. Mike was in advertising and had the reputation of throwing exciting and original parties. This one turned out to be one of the most memorable. 

The invitation read, 'Wear what you would on a trip to Hawaii, colorful shirts, grass skirts or maybe sarongs.' It was an easy costume to come up with. Alex had actually bought a wonderful shirt while we were on a holiday in Miami the previous year. I couldn't decide what to wear, but in the end I decided on a short flowered sarong that I used as a beach wrap. It came to mid thigh and showed off my lightly tanned legs. The problem was that I found I couldn't wear a bra under it, not that I actually needed one. I decided it looked OK without one, even if it were a little revealing.

I saw the look on Alex's face when he saw my outfit and I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't. I saw him looking at my breasts and I knew he could see that my nipples, which were always quite prominent, were making a clear impression on the thin material of the sarong. I knew he could also see that I was not wearing a bra by the movement of my breasts as I came down the stairs. I knew I should have said something, but things between us were a bit strained that night, and I did not want to cause any more trouble, not just as we were going out. Luckily, my outfit turned out to be one of the talking points of the party. Some of the other women there were also wearing some equally revealing outfits but mine seemed to be attracting the most attention. 

As usual at Mike's parties, drink flowed and my glass never seemed to be empty. I was beginning to get a little giddy, and was having fun dancing with some of the other guys and laughing with them. I could see that Alex was not happy with the situation, but I was annoyed with him. We had had this big argument about sex last night—well, about the lack of it as far as I was concerned-- and I think for the first time in our marriage he was feeling a little left out. It was just after midnight that it came to a head. Things had began to slow down a little, some people had already left, and we were down to about a dozen people. We were all sitting around Mike's large lounge drinking and chatting when someone suggested we might play a game. Everyone seemed to agree with the suggestion. Glynn, who always was the life and sole of any party, suggested his version of 'Truth or Dare' and everyone quickly agreed. 

Some people had decided to sit this one out. They had heard that things tended to get a little risqué when they played this game. In the game, someone spun a bottle and the person the bottle pointed to when it stopped had to pick up a card from a pack on the floor. A black card required answering a question truthfully and red card was a dare. Things started slowly at first. The questions were quite tame, like who was your first lover, and at what age did you first have sex. The dares were of the same caliber-- kiss the person on the left or right of you, or stand up and sing a song. But gradually, as they usually did, things became a little bolder. One guy was the first to expose some flesh when he lost his shirt, which was a laugh, and everyone stared with interest when an attractive girl called Clare was dared to remove her sarong. With a little hesitation she did, with the guys cheering her on. She grinned as she revealed to everyone's delight a brief bikini. 

I wondered to myself what would have happened if that had been me, knowing as I did that I had very little on beneath my sarong, but suddenly the idea excited me. Could I actually go along with it and expose myself if I were dared? It did not seem that I was going to find out as the bottle never seemed to stop when it was pointing in my direction. Even when it did, I always managed to pick a black card 

One of the guys at the party was a guy called Martin, who was known to everyone as a bit of a lad. He had also been a friend of Alex's since they were teenagers and he was always game for anything. He was the first to bare all, when one of the girls, Avril, was dared to remove some guy's shorts. She picked on Martin because she knew he would not object, and as it turned out, he had been traveling commando style. I think Avril was more surprised than anyone when she lowered his shorts to suddenly find a well proportioned semi erect cock pointing in her direction. Martin laughed, seemingly unconcerned about his naked state, and sat down and continued the game. 

After that, things began to inevitably go down hill. Clothes were slowly being removed, although at that moment, Martin was the only person with anything on display. Then it happened the bottle was suddenly pointing towards me. It was Martin's turn to ask the question and I drew a card from the pack. It was red, which meant a dare. Martin smiled around at the other guys in the game. "I think it is about time Laura showed us all what she has on under the pretty sarong," he said, looking around the group. I was feeling both excited and nervous as I slowly stood up. I looked across at Alex and saw the look on his face. I don't think he really believed that I was going to expose myself in front of everyone. I saw the expectant look on the guy's faces as I slowly undid the knot on my sarong. I felt that telltale twinge and knew I was beginning to get wet. There were gasps and whistle as the sarong fell away and my firm 38dd's were at last on show to everyone. I saw Martin looking at them with interest and there was no doubt that his cock looked a little more alert than it did a few moments before.

Soon after my showing, another couple of the other girls got the chance to display their boobs, but I was pleased to see they were not in the same class as mine. I noticed with some interest and growing excitement that the guys sitting around could not keep their eyes off my exposed breasts. The game was now getting down to the bare essentials, and at this stage, two of the couples made excuses to pull out. There were now only eight people in the game. Two of the other girls and myself were down to our bikini bottoms with our breasts on show, although the other woman, Sue, who was Mike's wife, was still completely covered. Among the guys, Martin, of course, had been naked from quite early on in the game, and one guy, Graham, still had his shorts on, but Alex and the other guy Robin were down to their boxers. 

It was Martin's turn again to spin the bottle and it spun slowly to a stop pointing directly at me. I smiled across at Martin as I leaned forward to pick a card. I held it up-- it was a red queen. I saw the grin on Martin's face as he looked down at the last brief item I was wearing. "I think it's about time you joined me," he said. I smiled as I stood up, but I was trembling slightly. I had, of course like most women, been topless while on holiday so I was not too concerned about displaying my breasts, but I had never exposed myself totally to anyone apart from Alex for the last eight years. I could feel that my juices were flowing and I hoped it would not be obvious to everyone just how aroused I had become. There was silence in the room as I slowly and teasingly pulled on the ties of my bikini bottoms. They slowly slipped undone and I allowed the last brief item of clothing to drop to the floor. Every eye in the room was now on my totally naked body. 

I looked across at Alex, but he seemed to be having a problem readjusting an erection that was tenting his boxers. I smiled to myself as I slowly sat down. Luckily for him, the people in the room were not looking in his direction. I felt a mixture of excitement and arousal that my body was now totally exposed before everyone. There had been silence for a few moments; suddenly there was applause. I still could not actually believe that I was sitting there naked in front of all our friends allowing them all to feast there eyes on the pleasures of my body. I could see that Martin, who was sitting directly opposite me, was now fully erect, his eight inches of solid meat standing proud. I don't know what happened to me. I could not help myself as I slowly and deliberately allowed my legs to part so that my wet pussy was openly displayed to him. From where he was sitting, I knew he would be able to clearly see into its 

moist pink depth. 

I think my display of nudity caused a bit of a problem as the game came to a sudden end when one of the women had a sudden attack of the nerves when she was asked to remove her bikini bottoms, and ran from the room. The rest then drifted away into the kitchen to fill their glasses and get some food. I was left in the room with Martin and Alex. Music suddenly filled the room as someone turned on the CD player. Martin smiled across at me. "Mind if I have a dance with your good lady?" he asked, looking across at Alex. 

Martin stood up and came over to me. His large cock, still almost fully erect, was bobbing in front of him, and he seemed completely unconcerned. He reached out and gently pulled me to my feet and we started to dance to the slow smootchy music. Martin was slightly taller than I and I could feel his aroused cock rubbing against my leg. He was holding me firmly and my breasts were rubbing against his hard hairy chest. I dared not look over to Alex and I wondered what he was thinking now, seeing his naked wife dancing with an equally naked Martin. I put my arms around him and stroked the back of his neck while I felt Martin's hands cup my bottom, gently squeezing the firm flesh. 

I was by this time becoming so aroused, I wished that Alex were still not in the room. I urgently needed relief and at this moment, it was Martin whom I wanted to relieve me. I stole a glance over at Alex as he sat on the sofa watching us. I was amazed to see that his hand was thrust inside his boxers, and from the movement, I could see that he was stroking a large erection. It was then that I realized that the sight of me dancing with Martin, the pair of us naked, was exciting him. My god, I thought to myself, he is actually enjoying the sight of us together.

Martin leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I want to fuck you, Laura. I want to dip my prick in that pretty pink pussy." I could have screamed. That was just how I was feeling at the moment. "I think I need a drink," he said, "or I might do something silly and I don't want to spoil a good friendship." He squeezed my bottom again and we parted. He picked up his discarded shorts, slipped into them, and, with a smile at me, he left the room. I picked up my sarong and wrapped it around my body and went over and sat on the arm of the sofa.

I looked down at Alex and noticed the wet stain on his boxers. I couldn't believe that he had actually wanked himself to a climax while I danced with Martin. 

He looked up at me slightly embarrassed. "I think you enjoyed that as much as I did," he said with a slight grin. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. I could feel the urgency in his body, something I had not felt for some time. He wanted me and I wanted him. I wanted to show him he was still the only man I loved. Yes, I would have loved to feel Martin's cock enter me, but there was no love there, only pure lust. 

"I think my wonderful hubby wants his little Laura to help him out," I said in the baby voice I used when I wanted something. I walked over and closed the door and turned the lights out. The room was now only lit by several flickering candles and the dying embers of a log fire. I smiled at Alex as I walked back towards him and sank down on the floor at his feet. I leaned forward and eased the top of his boxers down until his now limp cock was exposed. Then I took the still wet tool in my hands and began gently squeezing it back to life. Soon it was once more standing erect and proud. I looked up at him and smiled. "Can Laura lick her lovely lollypop?" I asked softly in my baby voice. Alex groaned. How could he refuse such a request and he groaned again even louder as my warm wet lips engulfed his hard cock and sucked it into my mouth. Soon my head was bobbing and Alex was gripping tightly onto the chair arms as I quickly brought him to a second wonderful climax. Even though he had cum only minutes before, he still managed to pump copious amounts of his hot sticky fluid into my eager ever waiting mouth. I lovingly swallowed it down, enjoying every last drop. Alex lay back in the chair, exhausted. With my head still resting on his lap, I gently caressed his sticky limp cock. "Did my baby enjoy that?" I asked him. He could only nod his head. 

I did not speak for a while and then I said, "Darling," in a subdued voice. He looked down at me. I smiled. "May I ask you a favor?" 

He smiled. "Ask away my love, you know I can't refuse you anything." 

I smiled, still caressing his cock, but then I looked at him a little more seriously. "Martin wants to fuck me," I said in a quiet voice. 

He looked down at me. He seemed a little stunned, but I remained quite calm. "What about you," he asked in a soft voice, "would you really like him to fuck you?" 

I slowly nodded. "But only if you give your permission." 

For a moment, I didn't think he knew what to say. Here was his beautiful young wife, the delight of his life, asking his permission to let one of his best mates have sex with her. He was quiet for some minutes. I did not know what he was thinking. He stroked my hair. "You know I love you very much and I know we have not been getting on that well of late, but I don't want to lose you. If you really want to have sex with Martin, I can't see that I have any option but to let you, but there is one condition." He paused for a moment. I wondered what he was going to say. "The condition is that I am allowed to be there and watch." 

I looked up at him and smiled. My soft hands were still playing gently with his cock that was once again becoming aroused. "I was expecting that you might ask that," I said, "and I wouldn't have it any other way." 

There was a light knock on the door and it slowly opened to admit Martin. He smiled across at us. He had a bottle of wine and three glasses in his hands. "I wondered if you two needed a fresh drink," he said. I smiled at him and beckoned him over. I could feel a slight resentment from Alex, but that was only to be expected in the circumstances, knowing as he did that if things went to plan, Martin would very shortly be fucking his exciting young wife, fucking her as Alex sat and watched the action. 

Martin sat on the floor beside me and placed the glasses down on the carpet, then filled them all with red wine before passing them to us. I took a sip before looking at Martin. "I've asked him and he's agreed as long as he can stay in the room with us." 


Martin looked a little embarrassed, but he shrugged. "Can't see why not, as long as it's alright with you," he said. 

I smiled, "It's fine by me. I even think it might make it more exciting." 

Martin turned to look at Alex. "I feel rotten about this, but I don't want you to think any less of me. I still want us to be mates, but she's been driving me mad. I just need to find out what she's like. You know I have fancied her for a long time." He stopped. He seemed at a loss for words. 

Alex smiled. "It's not a problem. In fact, it will probably solve one. You two just have fun." 

I took a long drink from my glass and Martin did the same. Then he took my hand and moved away from the sofa where Alex was sitting. We moved over to the sheepskin hearth rug in front of the dying fire. Martin took me in his arms and kissed me, then gently laid me down on my back. He slowly pealed off my sarong and looked down on my naked body with the last flames of the fire reflected on my pale skin. 

He slowly began to caress my breasts, pulling and twisting my hard nipples. I let out little excited squeals. He leaned over me and in turn took my breasts into his mouth, lovingly licking the twin mounds of flesh. At last his lips found my nipples and he drew them into his mouth. I groaned. I loved my nipples being toyed with, and they were always extremely sensitive. 

I lay there, my excitement mounting, as I felt his one free hand slowly work its way down my body. It paused for a moment as he brushed the small patch of my well trimmed pubic curls that topped my pronounced mound. Then I groaned out loud. His searching fingers continued downwards and I groaned a little louder when his fingers lightly brushed across my pussy. I opened my legs to allow him space and I felt his fingers begin to ease me open and slide inside. I thrust my hips up against his hand wanting to feel more of him. I have to admit his technique was good. I loved foreplay and he soon had me writhing on the floor pleading for more. 

As he eased himself up to remove his shorts, I saw him look across to where Alex was sitting watching us. He kicked off his shorts and again I shuddered as I saw his large engorged cock standing proud. He was certainly well endowed, at least a good eight or nine inches and as thick as my forearm. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the monster. Now it was Martin's turn to groan. I could feel the excitement mounting within me knowing that very soon, that awesome weapon would be deep inside my sweet pussy. 




The Party



He spread my legs, and I raised my knees. I was ready to take him into my body. My hands were now tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock and I was beginning to rub its length between my hands. I felt him stretch himself out over my body. I helped him to locate my entrance and then, with a thrust, he was inside me. I cried out and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him hard into my willing, waiting body, and then we were fucking like two rutting animals. My screams of pleasure mingled with Martin's gasps of exertion. I pleaded with him again and again to fuck me harder. I wanted to feel all of him deep inside me. I gripped him tightly and he moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I screamed, and much to my delight, he responded with even greater energy. 

Suddenly, I felt my body responding. I gripped onto him and I felt him stiffen. His cock seemed to swell inside me, and then with a cry he came. I could feel his juices mix with mine and fill my love passage. I felt it run out of my pussy and down my thighs and soak into the expensive sheepskin rug I was lying on. We lay for a few minutes composing ourselves, then Martin lifted himself off me. "Get on your knees," he said, "I want to take you from the rear." I willingly assumed the position. I loved being fucked in the doggie position. It was one of my favorite positions. Martin gripped my thighs and had no trouble filling me with his still hard cock. I looked down and saw my breasts, hanging like two ripe melons, swing with the action of our bodies. Martin was a very competent lover and he took me twice more before he at last admitted defeat. He fell back on the rug beside me, his once proud tool now looking withered and spent. I lay there for several minutes before I slowly got to my feet. I looked over at Alex. I felt a little guilty but he smiled at me. I retrieved my sarong and wrapped it around my sweat covered body. I smiled at Alex as I left the room to clean myself up.

On the way home in the taxi, Alex told me that after I had left, Martin had spoken to him. He had told him that I was "One hell of a great fuck," and "What a lucky bastard you are to have such an exciting wife and thank you for letting me have sex with her." He also said that he hoped Alex was still OK about it. Alex said that he told him that what he had done he had done for my sake. 

He looked at me. "I know how much you enjoy sex and I know things have not been going good for us lately, but I think I have found the answer." He smiled at me. "It really excited me to watch you having sex with Martin. I wouldn't mind if it was something you wanted to do again." 

I gripped his arm tightly. "Thank you, my darling," I said. "It did make me feel a lot better. I can't help being the way I am, I just enjoy having sex." I smiled. 

I was silent for a while. I really loved Alex, and now that we had found a solution to our problem, things could only get better. I took his hand and slid it under my sarong and placed it between my thighs. I was still naked under the brief covering as I had not been able to locate my bikini bottom among the discarded clothing. Alex rubbed his hand over my pussy. I smiled up at him. "I hope you are going to give pussy some more cream when we get home," I said in my sweet innocent voice. He returned my smile. Yes indeed, he certainly was.



The Party



Thanks to bear2read for editing this story.

Veronica entered the store with excitement and fear. She tried her best to stay away from the lingerie department, but this time she had no choice. She had to pick out a piece of lingerie for the party, and the party was tonight. Her dislike of the lingerie department had caused her to wait until the last minute. She'd thought by waiting she wouldn't think about the party until the day it arrived. Unfortunately, that is all she had been thinking about. 

Veronica had been chosen to be the maid of honor in her best friend's wedding. Veronica had agreed before she had found out her friend's crazy idea for a bachelorette party. Tiffany, the bride, had decided to combine the bachelor and bachelorette parties, not unusual unless you were Tiffany. Veronica had never worn a piece of lingerie in her life, and if she had known that being the maid of honor required this, she wouldn't have said "yes." However, Veronica had, and before she knew it, was caught up in helping her best friend prepare. Now, she was stuck. Taking a deep breath, Veronica nervously took the escalator up to the second floor where a world of lingerie awaited.

Veronica had been brought up with a mother who was a large woman and totally against any type of lingerie. Her philosophy was "why buy something that will only be on for a few seconds, maybe a few minutes before the man takes it off." Even though Veronica's mother was a large woman, she had drilled into her daughter that Veronica was fat and ugly and not worth the time and effort. So, Veronica didn't wear makeup, her hair was usually in the style that her mother preferred, which was short, and her body was covered from neck to toe. 

Since growing up and moving out of her parents' suffocating home, Veronica had changed. She still did not wear makeup, allowing her natural beauty to be seen, but her hair was long and on occasion, when she had time, Veronica would allow it to be in a sexy becoming style; but most of the time it was drawn back into a ponytail. She had also started wearing more attractive clothing. She would allow herself to wear shorts on occasion along with knee-length skirts. Her shirts now had plunging V, squared or rounded necklines that gave tantalizingly small views of her skin. After a period of time, Veronica had allowed herself to become a woman, a sexy, big and beautiful woman. 

Veronica shook her head. 'No more thoughts,' she said to herself. 'I am standing here thinking about my mother, and I need to start shopping.' Passing by racks of just bras and panties, Veronica finally spotted the location of the sexier lingerie. Her soon to be married friend had given each bridesmaid, plus Veronica, instructions for the party. They were to pick out any type of lingerie they wanted except grandma housecoat style. That left each of them with sensual and sweet, erotic and hot, just plain naughty, and dirty. Veronica had always picked the grandma housecoat style for herself, and now, found herself lost in a whole different world. 

She walked among the racks, picking up random pieces that were in her size. When a sales woman walked over and asked her if she needed any help, Veronica jumped and hastily replied, "No." Not wanting to have her ask again, Veronica quickly threw some more things over her arm and walked to the fitting room where she tried on one garment after another. After trying on every garment she had picked out, Veronica sighed. She just didn't see herself in any of these. Stripping off the last piece, Veronica stopped and looked into the mirror. She was tall at five eleven, and a big woman. 'No,' she thought a big BEAUTIFUL woman, and she needed to find something to wear no matter what. Throwing on her original clothes, Veronica went back to the racks of clothing. Looking around she spotted a rack she hadn't bothered to look at the first time. 

She had been looking at the sweet and sensual. This new rack had clothing that could be put under hot and erotic or just plain naughty categories. Quickly scanning through the items Veronica picked out one in her size and went to the cash register. Blushing when the sales woman came over and rang up her purchase, Veronica paid, grabbed the bag and made a bee line for the parking lot.

**********

Later, after running around like a mad woman doing last minute errands, Veronica ran home to get ready. She stripped off her clothes and started a bath. With everything that was planned for tonight, she wanted to smell and look her best. She threw some bath salts into the water, and lit some candles around the bathroom. Putting on some soft piano jazz, she slipped into the hot bath, purring with pleasure as the water brushed gently against her skin. 

Moaning pure delight, Veronica slipped her body into the water up to her chin. She loved her large Jacuzzi tub more every time she used it. The hot water tingled as it lapped at her curves. The jets were positioned in all the right places, helping to calm her nerves and release the tension in her muscles. The mood of the bathroom created a sexy romantic feeling, the soft jazz pulsing through the air, the scent of the bath salts and candles wafting around, and the jets vibrating around and through her body.


Veronica felt the mood of the room through her entire being, but knowing she didn't have a lot of time before she was due at her best friend Tiffany's house, she shut off the jets and slowly stood up, letting the water flow free of her curves. Stepping out of the tub, she grabbed a towel and went into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked in the full-length mirror. Her hair was damp and hanging around her face which was slightly red from the heat of the bathroom. Her eyes were dark and sensual, responding to the mood and the atmosphere that engulfed her body. Her pouty lips were wet with moisture from her tongue and the steam from the bath.

Her 42DD breasts were firm but soft, hanging slightly against her tummy. Her nipples were erect, having reacted to the change in temperature from room to room. Droplets of water fell from the ends of her hair and slowly flowed over the swell of her breasts, running over the top, hitting the nipple and dropping onto her stomach. She felt her body respond to the droplets of water. She watched as her body reacted to her mood. Nipples swollen with need and wanting and her breath beginning to grow shallow, Veronica placed her hands in between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. Her feet planted themselves wide apart leaving her pussy open and displayed for Veronica's eyes in the mirror across from her. 

Veronica ran her fingernails up each thigh until she reached the center of her being. There the heat emanated towards her fingers. Slowly, and with deliberate seduction, Veronica placed the first finger of her right hand on her clit. Instantly her rosebud responded to the intimate touch, popping up into a swollen bundle of desire and need. Veronica watched her finger touching her clit in the mirror. She felt the moisture of her core begin to seep out of her lips. Responding to her body's outward display of desire and need, Veronica began to rub her finger up and down her slit. 

Veronica started talking softly to herself as if she had a lover in the room with her. "You are ripe with dew, my sweet. You betray your desire through the moisture which now glistens on your finger. Touch yourself, feel the throbbing need wrap around you. You are a slut, touching yourself, giving your body pleasure." Placing her finger at her entrance, Veronica began to push it into herself. The mirror showed Veronica slipping her finger into her body, touching her body the way a lover would. "Finger yourself, Veronica. Bring yourself to the highest plateau of pleasure. Watch as your juices begin to flow around your own finger. See what you can do to your own body. Feel the rhythm as it begins to build."

Her finger began to force itself in and out of her body, faster and faster. She watched as her left hand trailed its way up her body to her left breast. She pinched her nipple, bringing a tingle of pain to her ecstatic body. She watched as her body began to move, matching the rhythm of the finger inside of her. Gyrating against it, begging for more, harder, deeper. She pushed in her middle finger, stretching her hole, feeling the pressure building. She felt the walls suck at them, greedily grabbing for the pleasure giver. Her left hand wrapped itself around her breast, squeezing it with all her strength, feeling the moments of pain. Her nipple rubbed against the palm of her hand causing her pull on her breast, as if she were milking herself. 

Veronica's eyes watched as she fingered her pussy and milked her breast. She saw her body begin to convulse, her juices begin to squirt out, running over her fingers and her hand. She heard her mouth gasp in pleasure. "YES," she cried, "Fuck yes." Her body fell backwards onto her bed, her left hand gently kneading her tit as she slid her fingers from her pussy.

********

Veronica jerked her body into a sitting position. Looking at the clock, she realized she had fallen asleep for a few minutes. Jumping up from the bed, Veronica ran into the bathroom. Taking a washcloth she cleaned herself and began running around like a mad woman, getting dressed, throwing things here and there, and ripping tags off of her new purchase. Once ready, she peeled out of her driveway and raced to Tiffany's house.

Veronica hated the position she had gotten herself into. How was she supposed to do all the things her friend Tiffany had planned for the night? After getting to Tiffany's house, she helped put the last details in order before the guests started to arrive. The other bridesmaids arrived, showing up a half hour before the groom and his men. There were three more in all, Amanda, Clarice, and Annabelle. That brought the total number of women to five – the bride, Tiffany, Veronica, the maid of honor and the three bridesmaids. Each girl helped set out the refreshments. They were all buzzing with excitement. The groom had no idea what was going on. The best man had agreed to bring the groom along with the three other groomsmen to the bride's house, but he had no idea what Tiffany had planned for the evening. In fact, all of the bridesmaids figured the best man had made alternative evening plans for "after the planned party with the bride." 

However, Tiffany being the woman that she was had usurped all other ideas with her own plans. Tiffany hadn't even met the best man yet, and she didn't know any of the three groomsmen either. Veronica was trying so hard not to get sick. She loved Tiffany, but her friend had taken a plunge off the deep end to be sure. Veronica didn't know how any one would react once the night's real festivities began. 

Veronica was in charge of finishing the final touches to the decorations and food. She turned on some soft romantic jazz music, her favorite, and placed candles she had bought that day around the house. She lit the ones in the living room, kitchen and dining room, creating a soft glow. The appetizers Veronica had made were either staying warm in the oven or in the fridge staying cold. The drinks were on ice and the mood was set. Veronica sighed; she had done her job well. The other girls were getting ready upstairs, so Veronica decided to use the bathroom downstairs so that she would be close enough to answer the door. 

Walking into the bathroom, Veronica looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black sleeveless dress. It had a plunging-V neck line that molded and caressed her ample chest. The empire waistline accentuated her voluptuous figure. The dress flared out until it ended, swishing against the back of her knees. She wore black thigh high stockings, with high heeled shoes that were barely there. Her hair was in springy curls that hit the top of her shoulder. They sashayed back and forth across her shoulders whenever she moved. The front half was pulled back into a clip, leaving her neckline open for viewing. She wore medium silver hoops in her ears and a silver choke chain. All in all she was stunning to behold, but Veronica was having a hard time seeing herself as the big beautiful woman she was. Tonight was testing her new found strength. Hearing the doorbell begin to chime, Veronica cringed. Sighing to herself, she shut off the bathroom light, and walked to the door. The evening was about to begin.

If you enjoy this story or any of my stories, please leave feedback. I enjoy getting your thoughts and suggestions. If you would like to know what happens next in this story, please let me know. Thanks for reading.



The Party



It was a company party. It was quite lavish. They had hired a dance band, caterer, and a full bar. It was mandatory that all employees attend. My wife and I had arrived early planning to be seen and then disappear early. 

We enjoyed some food and had a couple of drinks. We danced a few times and I danced with my boss's wife while he danced with mine. After that I figured we had made our attendance known and could safely leave. 

We were both feeling a little romantic. It was the right time of the month for her to get pregnant and we had planned to rush home and enjoy making a baby. 

The drinks had made me even hornier and I decided we didn't need to wait until we got home. I pulled my wife down a darkened hallway into a small alcove near the CEO's office. I hugged her and we kissed. The music came to us softly from a distance. We moved slowly to the music, more swaying rather than dancing. 

We both knew no one could see us. It was so dark we could just barely make out each other. I could see the glow in her eyes as she realized we could make love right here and no one would know. I could feel her heartbeat accelerate even as my own did. 

I moved my hands down over her ass, cupping her cheeks and pulling her tight to me. She slowly ground her pussy against my growing cock. I was watching the passion surging in her eyes as we kissed, when I suddenly felt another body press against her ass. At the same time a pair of hands slid between us molding themselves over her breasts. 

Her eyes flew wide in alarm. I was surprised but, strangely, not overly worried. Then I looked into her eyes. 

The shock and fear in her eyes stirred a hidden, animal desire in me. 

It felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. I was having a hard time breathing. 

But for some reason my cock became harder than ever before. She stood still, afraid to move. 

I softly bit her lips and then licked them. I opened my mouth and enclosed her lips in mine. I sucked on her lips as I continued to lick them. Her eyes still stared at me in fear, but I could also see the passion returning. 

I don't know what came over me, but the fear in her eyes just made me hotter. I lusted for her fear. It was almost like I was raping her. 

I could feel his erection pressing against my hands and her ass at the same time as I felt his hands between us squeezing her breasts. As I moved my hands from her ass I could feel him press his cock tighter to her. 

His dark face came into my view as he leaned down and bit her shoulder and neck. 

She moaned softly into my hungry mouth as he manhandled her breasts. The combination of her fear and passion were driving me wild. I was becoming a lust crazed animal. 

I ran my hands up her arms to her shoulders and then lowered the thin straps holding her top up. As her top fell over the stranger's hands he grabbed it and pulled it down to her waist, exposing her white breasts. Her hard nipples stood out proudly, defying her attacker. 

My knees got weak as I saw his black hands cover her white tits and squeeze them, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She whimpered softly as he cruelly pinched her hard nipples. 

I rubbed my hands down her arms and then onto her hips and down her legs as far as I could reach. I took her skirt between my fingers and started slowly raising it. 

I covered her mouth again with mine. Her sweet breath was blowing hotly in my mouth as I raised her skirt to her waist. 

I put my hands over our unknown black lover's hands and pushed them down to her hips. As he held her hips in place I pulled her head down with me as I knelt in front of her. I was on my knees with my lovely wife bent over at the waist, our mouths locked together. 

I reached out and ripped her panties down her legs. With the strength of a wild animal I tore her panties apart like they were paper. Hot tears of fear and passion were flowing from her eyes and burning a trail across my face. 

Driven by lust I reached between their bodies and unfastened his pants. I pulled them open and lowered them enough for his manhood to be freed. 

We were all frozen in place, waiting for something to happen. Then, I couldn't wait any longer. It was time for me to rape her. For the first time in my life I grasped another man's cock. I guided him into my wife's pussy. A moan escaped from her as the head of his cock found the entrance to her being. 

He thrust all the way into her. Our lips were bruised as he drove us together. 

I could feel her thrusting back to meet her rapist's thrusts. 

I could hear his black thighs slapping against her white flesh as they drove together in their frantic fucking. 

In just a few moments she screamed into my mouth as she experienced a violent orgasm. 

Neither of them slowed their heated fucking. 

I continued to hold her mouth in mine, feeling the breath being driven out of her body by the violence of their fucking. Her eyes held mine with their fear and passion. 

A second scream filled my mouth as another orgasm crashed through her body. 

Still, their bodies slammed together. 

Suddenly, a low growl came from the black stranger as he buried his cock in my wife for the last time and exploded his cum deep in her womb. Her body trembled as he held her tightly to him and his balls pumped more and more of his fertile sperm in her. 

The black rapist vanished. 

I pulled her down to the floor and released my own cock. 

I quickly drove into her. She whimpered as I fucked her ravaged pussy as hard as I could. She was so hot and wet that I only lasted a couple of minutes before I pumped my load of cum into her already drenched pussy. 

I lay on top of her as my cock slowly softened. We lay together with my cock buried in the warmth of her being. 

Feeling a cool breeze on my ass it suddenly dawned on me where we were and what had happened. 

I helped her up and then helped to straighten her clothes. 

I broke out in a cold sweat as we walked out of the party, realizing that in nine months my wife might give birth to a black child.



The Party



Journal entry - Sunday Dec 31, 1988 - The Party

Editor's note: I'm posting some of the journal entries from my college years. OK, this one is mostly fantasy but who wouldn't have wanted to go to a party like this. Cheers! 

Steve, Pete, and I had been talking for quite some time about throwing a wild New Years Eve party. It was going to be a party to end all parties. Steve and Pat and Pete and Cathy were coming along with Frank and Patty. Patty's boyfriend, Frank, went to school about 3 hours away. He came up 2 or 3 times a month but between visits, Patty and I fucked pretty steady. It was just a casual thing. We both just liked to fuck. At the time I was also dating a freshman named Robin. We really wanted to close out the year with a bang. It was our intention to get the girls drunk enough to get wild and crazy. Steve and I bought a case of Champaign and Pete said he was going to score some ecstasy. 

I asked Patty one night while we were fucking what she thought the chances were of turning the party into an orgy. "I know Frank will be into it," she said. 

"It's not him I'm worried about," I replied.

"I don't think you'll have a problem with the girls," she said, "we're a lot more sluttish than we let on. I know Pat's been looking for an excuse to get into your pants for a long time now. You guys just get us good and drunk and I'll nudge the girls in the right direction."

"Works for me," I agreed.

"Here's an idea," she added, "we'll make it a costume party; a 'come as a slut' party."

"I knew I could count on you," I told her. 

That made me feel a whole lot better...until the next week when Robin told me she was going to go home for the holiday break. I hadn't considered the fact that Robin would not be in town for New Years. It looked like I was going to miss the party of the century. I called every girl I knew but everybody already had plans. 

I was in town visiting my parents between Christmas and New Years when I ran into Susie at the local coffee shop. We had dated briefly the summer after I graduated. She had been a freshman; hot and eager. I had high hopes for getting her into bed until her parents got divorced and she moved away with her mother. She was now a freshman in college at an out of state school. 

"You're looking pretty darn good," I told her. She had grown up nice; putting on 10 or 20 pounds but, more impressively, at least two cup sizes. She saw where I was looking and smiled and blushed. "You probably have plans," I told her on a lark, "but some friends of mine are throwing a New Years blow out and I need a date." 

"I can't believe a guy like you needs a date," she said. 

"I'm desperate and dateless," I replied, "and it's a couple's party." 

"Actually," she smiled, "I don't really know anyone in town and I didn't have anything going on. It might be fun." 

"I should warn you it's a 'come as a slut' costume party. My friends sometimes get a little crazy."

"Ooh," she grinned, "is there a chance I might get in trouble?" 

"If everything goes well," I smiled. 

"It sounds like fun," she said, "pick me up at my dad's place." 

I called Steve that night and told him the good news. "That's great," he told me, "who did you find?"

"You remember that girl Susie I dated the summer after high school?" 

"Yeah," he said, "she was pretty hot, how was she in bed?" 

"She moved away before I got the chance to find out. But she's looking pretty good. I'm hoping to change that at the party." 

"I wouldn't mind a piece of that myself. Do you think she'll play along?" 

"I told her about the costume thing and she seemed OK with it. If she gets uncomfortable I'll take her home." 

I picked Susie up the afternoon of the party. She had a small overnight bag. "Do you think I can change at the party?" she asked, "I didn't want my dad to see my outfit."

"You can change at my apartment," I told her.

"That would be even better. I went shopping yesterday and I wanted to get your opinion." 

We got to my place and she went into the bathroom to change. I had to change too. I had a pair of leather pants cut about half way down the crack of my ass that I was going to wear along with a matching vest. The pants were too tight for underwear. 

I was waiting in the living room when Susie came out. I couldn't believe how hot she looked. She had on a loose fitting black silk sleeveless, backless one piece outfit. It tied around her neck and was slit open to her waist line. The material barely covered her glorious tits. Every time she moved a different part of her chest was exposed. It really didn't matter, though, as the material was see through. The bottom was a loose fitting pair of shorts, not much more than a thong. 

"What do you think?" she asked. 

All I could do was stare with an open mouth. If it wasn't for the good possibility that I was finally going to get a chance to fuck Steve's girlfriend, Pat, I would have said screw the party and jumped her bones right then and there. "Wow!" I finally muttered, "You've grown up." 

"Do you think the other guys will like it?" 

"If your intention was to get them to fight each other to see who gets to do you first," I replied, "I'd say you succeeded." 

"That's what I was going for," she smiled.

We got our coats on and headed over to the party. Patty met us at the door. I introduced her to Susie. "Nice to meet you," she said, giving both of us a big hug. "Keep your coats on. We're going to have a glass of Champaign and judge the costumes. Patty took Susie around and introduced her while I went out to the kitchen to help with the Champaign. Steve and Frank had just finished pouring and Pete dropped an ecstasy tab in each glass. 

"Party on," he said. We grabbed the glasses and some extra bottles and headed back to the living room. I handed Susie a glass and we drank a toast. We drained our glasses and poured refills. I introduced Susie to the guys while we finished our 2nd glass. She remembered Pete and Steve but Frank was new, of course. For a girl who was soon going to be fucked by a group of guys she barley knew, she seemed quite at ease. Even I was a bit nervous at the prospect. But the medicated Champaign was putting a nice warm glow on the evening.

Susie was just starting to tell me how cute my friends were when Patty announced, "OK girls, it's time to let the guys judge our outfits." Susie handed me her empty glass and joined the girls in the center of the room. We sat down and waited for the show. Patty went first. She took off her coat and strutted about. She had on a tiny white tube top and a tiny black thong. The elastic, translucent top gave her tits a nice shape and her nipples were erect. She really didn't have the body to wear a thong but no one was complaining. We hooted and hollered our approval. 

Pat and Cathy went next. "We dressed as a pair," Cathy explained. They dropped their coats and were dressed as matching school girls. Their white cotton shirts were unbuttoned and tied at the waist. They wore ultra short plaid skirts and white cotton panties. They were about the same size and shape, about 5'5" with very tight asses. Pat was blond and Cathy brunette. Both had nice firm medium sized tits, Cathy's might have been a little bigger. We applauded and whistled. 

Susie went next. She dropped her coat and stood smiling. The place fell silent as we all stared. She had a light complexion anyway but her tits were milky white beneath the sheer black covering. "Holy shit!" Pete finally explained.

"Who invited her?" Patty asked sarcastically. "If one of you guys doesn't jump her soon I sure as fuck will," she added. We all laughed. 

The girls sat down and we had another glass of Champaign. "This is very good," Susie told me as she drained another glass, "it makes me feel warm all over." I poured her another glass. 

"This is exceptionally good," agreed Cathy, who was sitting on the other side of Susie, "is anyone else hot or is it just me?" She finished her glass and handed it to Pete. While he was filling it she reached down, untied her shirt and casually slipped it off. She had bigger tits than I had thought; a good full C cup, perhaps C+. She always dressed so conservatively that you'd never know it. They were smaller than Patty's and probably Susie's, but not by much. 

"OK ladies," Patty announced, "it looks like it's time for the boob judging contest." They all giggled. 

I told Susie she didn't have to feel pressured into participating if she didn't want to. She finished her drink and said, "I'm fine. This is fun." "Besides," she added, standing up, "don't you want to see my boobs?" 

"You got me there," I smiled. She handed me the glass and joined the girls in the center of the room. Cathy was already topless and she had very nice, shapely tits. They were very firm and somewhat oval shaped with tiny nipples that pointed up. They had to be a good, strong C cup. 

"I might as well go next," Pat announced, "I can tell I'm not going to win this contest." She dropped her shirt. Compared to Patty she did have smaller tits. But they were firm and pointy with large, juicy nipples.

"Your boobs are pretty," Cathy told her, grabbing one and giving her nipple a tweak. 

"Thanks, babe," Pat told her, giving her a hug. 

"We better keep this thing going before these two start going at it in the middle of the floor," Patty said. We all laughed. She pulled her top down and turned to Susie. Susie reached up and untied her top and let it fall. As I suspected, they were smaller than Patty's but not by much. They were milky white with cute pink nipples. Patty grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against her body, pressing their nipples together. We hooted and whistled our approval. Both girls' tits were nice. Patty's were a little bit flabbier; Susie's were nice and perky. 

Not wanting to be outdone Pat announced, "Those bitches may have the nicest boobs but I bet I have the nicest ass. She turned around and bent over to demonstrate. "Loose the panties," Pete hollered out. She turned around and winked and pulled off her white cotton panties. She bent back over and her ass was indeed very nice. It was firm and tight. She spread her legs and we could see her wet pussy hair hanging down. 

"I guess it's a cutest butt contest girls," Patty announced. Not that she needed to but she pulled off her thong and tossed it as us as she turned and bent over. She had several extra pounds but her ass was still nice and sexy. Cathy dropped her panties and turned. Her ass was nearly as juicy as Pat's, not quite as round. Susie had to remove her outfit to show her ass which she did without a moment's hesitation. She turned and gave us a show. She had a very nice ass as well, a bit bigger than Pat's. We watched the show for awhile before Patty put an end to it saying, "I think it's the guys' turn, don't you ladies." They shouted their agreement. "Before you get started, though," she added, "could you go out and get some more Champaign. We went out and retrieved a bottle apiece. I handed one to Susie and she thanked me with a deep, tongue probing kiss. She took the bottle and guzzled it as I took my place in the middle of the room. 

"Don't be shy, guys," Pat said, "get rid of the pants." They oohed and ahhed as we turned and dropped our pants. "And undies," Cathy added. We turned and showed them our butts. They seemed to be enjoying the show until Patty interrupted, "Turn around and let's see your money makers!" They all laughed. I shrugged my shoulders and turned. The girls were silent for a moment. I looked at my fellow exhibitors. To my surprise Frank had a cock almost as long as mine. He must have been nearly 9 inches. Steve had what looked like a nice, above average 6 or 7 inches; nothing to be ashamed of. Pete had probably only a 6 inch cock but it was a monster. It must have been 3 or 4 inches thick. 

"What do you think girls?" Patty asked. 

"I don't know about you guys," Susie answered, "but I've never seen a collection of such gorgeous cocks in my life. My pussy is burning." They all agreed. 

Patty produced 4 bandannas and announced the next party game was a partner guessing contest. "You guys get 4 chairs from the kitchen. We'll blindfold ourselves and then we'll suck your magnificent cocks and try to guess which one is our boyfriend." We went out and got some chairs. The girls were blindfolded on their knees in a row in the middle of the room. We sat the chairs down in front of them and sat down. Just by chance I was sitting in front of Cathy. She reached out, found my cock and guided it to her lips. She was a bit tentative at first but soon lost her inhibitions and got into it. She was a very good little cock sucker. I was really starting to enjoy myself when Patty announced, "Next." We got up and moved down a chair and I laid my cock between Patty's luscious lips. She sucked my like she always did, nice and deep. She couldn't quite get my entire cock in her throat, but she came darn close. All too soon she removed my cock and shouted, "Next." "Nice dick, Jeff," she whispered as I got up and went around to sit in front of Susie. I had no idea how she was reacting to the way the party was going but she seemed to be taking it in stride. She eagerly gobbled up my cock and proceeded to give me an excellent blow job. She was almost as good as Patty. Fortunately Patty announced the change before I unloaded in her mouth. I sat down in front of Pat and she took my cock just as eagerly as had the other girls. 

"OK girls," Patty announced, "can you pick out your boyfriend?" Cathy and Pat were able to identify Pete and Steve but Susie and Patty each pointed to the wrong guy. We all laughed as we swilled some more Champaign. I was sitting with Pat and we started making out. Steve was matched up with Susie, Pete with Patty, and Frank with Cathy. We made out and felt up each other's bodies for a while before Patty suggested it was the guys' chance. We were going to get blindfolded and have to guess our date by the taste of her pussy. "It's really not fair for me and Susie," I observed, "but it's going to be fun trying." They all laughed as we put on our blindfolds. A girl sat down in front or me and I found her pussy by touch and slid my tongue between her luscious lips. I couldn't tell which slut I was eating, but she was nice and wet; and very tasty. I was pretty sure it wasn't Patty, but I eagerly licked up her juices. The next girl was equally juicy and tasty. I licked up her slit and teased her clit before sliding my tongue deep insider her pussy. The way she sighed I thought it might have been Pat or Cathy, but I wasn't sure. The next pussy defiantly belonged to Patty. She tasted as sweet as ever but I didn't let on that I knew it was her. My last girl was just as tasty as the rest and just as juicy. 

"Before we remove the blindfolds I just want to say those are four of the sweetest tasting, most juicy pussies I've ever eaten," I announced. The girls all thanked me with a nice, wet kiss. "What's next?" I asked Patty.

"We can either play musical chairs or pin the cock on the slut," she replied. 

"We already have the chairs set up," said Cathy, "let's do musical chairs." 

"OK, " Patty replied, "we need 3 guys sitting and the girls circling." 

I volunteered to work the music. I went over and flipped on the stereo. "When the music stops, girls," Patty said, "find someone's cock to sit on." I let the girls circle for quite awhile as the guys sat stroking their cocks, waiting. Just as they were starting to complain I shut off the music. Susie sat her pussy down in Steve's lap and quickly engulfed his cock. Patty gritted her teeth and took Pete's fatty up her snatch. Pat ended up fucking Frank's monster. 

Cathy was left with no one to fuck. Before she could start to pout I called her over. "Come over here, little girl, and I'll give you your consolation prize." She grinned and came over to my side of the room. I had her lean up against the wall and I took her from behind, sliding my throbbing cock into her dripping, wet pussy. 

"That's even better," she sighed as I started slowly fucking her, "thanks." 

"No thanks necessary, mam," I told her, "it's my job to make sure all contestants receive a lovely parting gift." She laughed as I continued sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. I let the couples go for several minutes, mainly because I was having so much fun fucking Cathy. The contestants groaned when I hit the music and had to pry themselves off the cock they were riding. 

Steve volunteered to sit out the next round. "I see something nice over here." He came over to where I was fucking Cathy and offered her his cock. She bent over and began eagerly sucking his dick while the girls circled around the remaining cocks. I popped the music off. Pat landed on Frank's cock and Susie landed on Pete's wide load. 

"Oh fuck that's good," they sighed simultaneously. They looked at each other and laughed as they began riding up and down the cock they'd claimed. Patty came over to where Steve and I were sharing Cathy. Steve took Cathy over to the couch and they started fucking. I leaned Patty up against the wall and gave her my lovely parting gift.

"I think the party if going pretty good, don't you?" I said as I started fucking her from behind.

"The best party I've ever been to," she sighed, as she swayed back against me to meet my cock. 

"OK, ladies," I announced, "one more time." They protested even more than the last time as they slowly got off their cocks. Pete came over and let Patty suck his cock while Pat and Susie circled Frank who sat stroking his cock, patiently waiting. I fucked Patty for a while then flipped off the music. Susie narrowly edged out Pat in the race for Frank's cock and slid her pussy over his cock as she settled onto his lap. 

I left Patty for Pete to fuck and went to the middle of the room to give Pat her consolation prize. She didn't seem too disappointed to have my cock instead of Frank's. We lay in the middle of the floor fucking. I was close enough to reach over and give Susie's ass a licking. She turned around and smiled before quickly turning her attention back to Frank who was eagerly sucking her tits while she rode his cock. 

"OK gang," Patty announced, "time for a break." She seemed to have assumed the position of party leader. "We have more games." 

I was ready for a drink. Susie sat down beside me and we polished off a bottle of Champaign between us. "Are you still having fun?" I asked her. 

"I'm having the time of my life;" she replied, "I can't believe how lucky I was to run into you the other day." 

"I'm glad we're not too wild for you." We sat on the couch making out. From somewhere a joint was going around the table. Patty, who was sitting on the other side of Susie making out with Steve, had one hand in Susie's lap, flicking her clit and slipping a finger in and out of her pussy. 

"Who needs some more Champaign?" I asked. 

"I'll take some more," Susie said. 

"Me too," added Patty. 

I had to take a leak so I headed back to the bathroom and then into the kitchen. When I returned Patty and Susie were 69ing each other in the middle of the room; both girls moaning heavily. Steve was sitting on the couch. Facing into the room, Cathy had her ass cheeks spread and was in the process of taking Steve's cock slowly up her ass. Beside them, Pat was sitting in Pete's lap, fucking and making out. "I can't believe how good your cock feels inside me," Pat moaned as she road up and down Pete's fat cock. 

On the other end of the couch, Cathy finished working Steve's cock into her asshole and Frank was now sliding his monster deep into her pussy. Cathy was cuming before he even made it all the way in. "Oh fuck that's good boys," she moaned, "just keep on fucking. Oh fuck, just like that." 




The Party



Pat's ass was looking mighty tempting. Just as I was thinking how sweet her ass looked she turned and said, "I want two dicks too." 

"I was wondering if you could use another cock, miss," I asked with a grin 

She winked, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks for me, "I thought you'd never ask." Pete scooted forward a bit and leaned back so Pat could get her ass a little more in the air. 

I drizzled a large amount of saliva onto her cute pink, puckered asshole. She moaned softly as I used the tip of my tongue to work it in. I added more saliva and ran my tongue around the rim of her asshole, probing gently inside. She caught her breath and gave a sharp cry as my tongue pressed into her asshole. I stood and added a copious amount of saliva to my cock before pressing the tip of my cock against the rim of her asshole. I waited for her muscles to relax before slowly pressed inside. Her entire body shuddered as my cock slowly inched inside her asshole. I stopped and let her muscle react to my invading cock. I could feel Pete's cock sliding in and out of her pussy through the thin membrane that separated us. 

"Fuck my asshole, baby," Pat cried. Her whole body stared to shake as my cock buried itself deeper and deeper into her beautiful, sweet ass. It took awhile to develop a rhythm but Pat didn't seem to mind, her body undulating from orgasm after orgasm. All four girls were crying and cuming. It was great. I don't know who came first, but on the couch next to us Steve and Frank were pumping both of Cathy's orifices full of cum. The three were making quite a racket. 

Pat leaned back and whispered, "I want your cum in my mouth, baby." I was just about there so I slid out and stood to her side, stroking myself. She turned and grinned as Pete started unloading his monster inside her pussy. That's all it took for me. She opened her mouth and I started filling it with squirt after squirt of sizzling hot cum. I filled her mouth to overflowing before she swallowed and licked the drops of cum dripping down her cheek. She pulled me down and thanked me with a big kiss. "Let's not let this party be the last time we fuck," she whispered in my ear before turning back and making out with Pete. 

I looked up and Susie and Patty were sitting in the middle of the floor making out. I sat down beside Susie. "Care if I join you?" I asked. 

She smiled and gave be a big wet kiss, driving her tongue deep inside my mouth. Patty went over and started making out with Steve. "Thanks for bringing me to your party," she said, "Your friend Patty is a great lover, you should try her some time." 

"Don't tell her boyfriend," I smiled, "but I generally try her two or three times a week; we're pretty good fuck buddies." 

"You dog," she grinned. "I've always wanted to try bi and Patty was so good." 

"Did you like it?" I asked. 

"Oh yeah," she replied. She reached down and stroked my flaccid cock. "I'm not ready to give this up yet, but it's a fun change of pace." 

The 8 of us spread across the floor recovering from our first round. Another joint was going around the room to complement the Champaign. I was making out with Susie on one side of me and lightly stroking Cathy's pussy on the other side. I looked at the clock and it was only 11 o'clock. "Do you mind if I have a go with Pete?" Susie whispered in my ear, "that fat cock of his fascinates me and I know I'm going to get to spend the night with your monster inside me." 

"Go for it, " I said, "I wouldn't mind doing Cathy again." 

"What?" Cathy slurred. 

"I was just sitting here admiring your body," I told her. 

"You're so sweet," she smiled. She turned to me and we started making out. Susie hopped over us and lay down beside Pete. They started making out and I noticed Susie pumping his cock back to life. I lost track after that because just then Cathy started stroking my cock. 

"Wanna fuck?" I asked with a grin. 

"I thought you'd never ask," she giggled. "Mind if I ride you?" she added. 

"Mind if I play with your tits?" I replied. 

She giggled as I helped her crawled up on top of me. Her tits were firm and nicely shaped. They stood straight out from her chest and had small, albeit rock hard nipples which I tweaked gently as she reached down to guide my throbbing cock into her slippery, wet pussy. She closed her eyes and sighed, "Oh my, that feels good." 

I pulled her tits to my mouth and started sucking her lovely, hard nipples as she slowly rode up and down my cock. We had fucked briefly before but it was much better now that we could take our time and really enjoy each other's body. I really enjoyed her slick, wet pussy and, from the way she was moaning, I assumed she was enjoying the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her. She sat up and really started riding my cock high and hard, grinding her pelvis into me every time she hit bottom. 

Next to us Pete had Susie on her hands and knees and was getting ready to slide his cock into her from the rear. I watched the emotions cross Susie's face as Pete slowly filled her pussy full of cock. In a matter of seconds it went from anticipation, to trepidation, to outright pleasure. Soon she was moaning along with Cathy. She opened her eyes and saw me watching her and smiled. She bent down and we started making out. She shoved her tongue into my mouth much like Pete was shoving his fat cock into her eager, pulsating pussy. It was weird to be fucking one hot babe and trading tongues with another, but thrilling. I looked up and noticed Pete and Cathy doing the same. I reached over and cupped Susie's tits as they swayed back and forth from the force of Pete's cock slamming into her pussy. They were much bigger than Cathy's and nearly as firm. They only had the slightest bit of sag. Where Cathy's were thin and pointy, Susie's were round with much larger, pretty pink areolas. Her nipples, like her tits themselves, were nearly as large as Patty's and hard. She started to cum as I sucked her and before she finished, Cathy had joined her. Two girls cuming together, one on my cock, the other with her tits in my face, was another first for me. It was fucking great. 

We fucked through several orgasms as I alternated between sucking Susie's tits and Cathy's. One time while I was sucking Cathy's nipples she whispered in my ear, "Would you mind fucking me in my ass, babe? Pete's so big around that I never get it there any more." 

"No problem," I winked. She slid off my cock and repositioned herself facing away from me. She spread her ass cheeks while I guided the tip of my cock against her asshole. My cock was covered with her cum and slid right in as she sat down. She gave a slight cry as she took me up her ass like a pro and started riding up and down. She was rubbing her clit and cuming in no time. 

When she recovered her senses I heard her ask Pete, "Baby, could you come over here and double me?" 

"Do you mind?" Pete asked Susie. 

"Not at all," she replied, "You've just about worn out my pussy anyway." 

Pete gave Susie a few last pumps and pulled out of her pussy, moved over and slid into Cathy's. I felt his cock expanding her pussy, pressing against my cock in her asshole. I didn't want to leave Susie out of the mix so I said, "Would you like me to kiss your pussy and make it all better?" She smiled. "Come over and sit on my face and let me give you a good tongue lashing. She sat on my face, putting her arms around Cathy and playing with her boobs as I ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips. Both girls were soon cuming like crazy. 

Cathy came a couple more times and I was just about to cum myself when Patty announced it was midnight. She came over and grabbed Pete pulled him from Cathy's snatch and mounted him. "Happy New Year," she announced. Frank came over and helped Susie off my face and onto his cock. Steve grabbed Cathy, who was just climbing off my cock and the two of them started humping. That left me and Pat. We threw down in the middle of the pile of naked bodies and started fucking. 

It only lasted a few minutes before Patty tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I haven't wished you happy New Year yet." I climbed off Pat and, while Pete slid his cock into Pat's pussy, I slipped into Patty. We fucked our way around the room until I was finally back to Susie. 

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" I asked her as the other couples drifted off toward the bedrooms.

"Waiting for the best cock at the party to finally fuck me," she replied. 

"I'm all yours," I smiled, "do you want to do it here or head back to my place?" 

"Let's go to your place," she smiled, "we can pretend it's our first date." 

"It is our first date," I told her. 

"You know what I mean," she laughed. 

We found our clothes, grabbed a bottle of Champaign and headed to my place.



The Party



Author Note: This story was a collaboration between myself and another. He started the story, and then we switched off, the asteriks noting our switches. It's a bit slow in the beginning, it was our first combined effort story, so we didn't really know where we were taking it at first. 

*        *         *

A cold, stiff wind was blowing down the dark suburban street, the kind of wind that blows past the nooks and crannies so that you don't feel it until you step out and it blows right into you, making your breath catch. Colm was standing on the porch smoking a cigarette, not in the direct path but not entirely out of it either, one hand in his pocket and the other perched on the cigarette. He took a drag and exhaled and watched the smoke disappear almost instantly, torn to pieces and blown away. He could have smoked in the garage but it was full of people and he needed a moment alone. The urge to smoke had dissipated in that wind as quickly as the smoke itself, but he felt uncomfortable at the thought of just standing on the porch, for no set amount of time, no task to complete, nothing to do, just standing there for no reason until he decided to go in. He couldn't do that. So he smoked, puffing quickly, until he had smoked about two-thirds of the cigarette and then stepped to the edge of the porch and flicked the butt toward the driveway. The wind took it and threw it down in the grass on the far side of the yard where it rolled, embers flying, into the neighbor's yard, and then on. Well, he wasn't going to chase it.

He went back inside and it was another world. His cheeks stung in the warmth and light of the house. The music was loud, coming from the living room, and people were spread out all over the living room and the kitchen and the garage and a back bedroom full of instruments where a few guys were jamming and there were even a few diehards in the backyard gathered in a huddle around a joint that the wind kept trying to murder. He made his way to the kitchen and through the tangle of people there to the cooler and got a fresh beer, then went back to the living room to look for a place to sit.

The chairs were full but the sofa had an open seat, but there was a conversation going between some people he had never met and he didn't feel like sitting down in the middle of it, so he sat on the hearth. He was nearing the end of his beer and was somewhat dreading threading his way back to the cooler, balancing his discomfort against his desire for the means to relieve his discomfort, when Sarah floated by.

"Hey darlin', what are you doing sitting on the fireplace?"

"Just chilling."

"Everything cool?"

"Yeah. I'm just not so much in the party mood, I guess."

"Well you need to liven up, man." She gave him a playful shove. "Getcha 'nother fuckin' DRINK, man." She laughed. She wasn't as drunk as she was playing at, but she liked playing drunk and she was funny, a tiny little woman with great big eyes and an enormous voice. It was her house, her party, and she was almost the only one he knew. Her cheer was virtually invincible and it never failed to infect him, at least a little.

"I think you're right, I need another beer." He stood and as he walked past she slapped him heartily on his ass. He yowled and jumped.

"That's the spirit!" He could still hear her gasping, twittering giggle when he got to the kitchen.

The heads had given up and come in from the backyard and were now warming themselves on the girls and the beer in the kitchen, making it even more impassable. He accidentally elbowed one girl, nearly stepped on another's foot, and some guy with a Cossack beard grabbed his ass before he made it to the cooler.

If there's not a beer in there I'm going to fucking kill somebody, or everybody.

He opened the cooler and found someone had restocked it. He reached down below the fresh ones on top and his fingers felt and wrapped around the neck of a cold bottle. As he was rising again he heard a gasp and a wave of hair bounced off his head. He looked up and a girl was staggering back a bit.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I was just peeking over you to see if there was beer in there and you started to stand up and I wasn't ready, you almost got me."

"Sorry."

"It's ok."

He looked at her. She was pretty, with long brown hair and wearing a black dress. He held out his beer.

"Well here, you can have this one."

"Are you sure? Is there more?"

"It's full. Go ahead."

"Thanks."

"Sure."

He went back into the cooler and when he came back up all he saw was a swirl of hair and a black skirt being swallowed by the crush at the door leading to the music room.

***

The music was of a mind-numbing, teeth-aching intensity. The bass pounded in time to the pulse in her temple as she maneuvered herself through the crowd of strangers, back across the room to the group of people she knew from work. She almost sighed with relief as she took her place back in the circle of women, and twisted off the top of the long-neck she had just been handed. She put the bottle to her lips, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back, thinking of nothing as the cool liquid flooded her mouth, and then trickled down her throat. She stood for a moment, sipping on her beer, as she silently observed the conversation going on around her. 

Leah looked around the crowded room, and through the doorway into the kitchen, at all the people she didn't know. She barely knew Sarah at all, whose house was the focal point of the party, even though they worked together. She wouldn't have normally come, either, had Beth not bullied her into it. 

"You need to get out more", she had said.

"I don't know anybody, it would be awkward", Leah had protested, but Beth had insisted, and then resorted to thinly veiled, half-teasing threats about scheduling her to work every weekend for the next 2 months if she didn't come to the party tonight. So, agreeing at the last minute, she didn't really have any clothes to change into, like the other girls did, and she lived too far away to be trusted to go home and come back. So, she was dressed in her work clothes, a black dress that she wore today, somewhat dressed up by knee-high boots, on loaner from Beth. She looked out the window again over her beer bottle, cursing the rapid change in weather. It was a balmy 75 this afternoon, and now the chill wind was enough to take the flesh off of bones. She didn't even have a jacket; she shuddered at the thought of the cold outside. 

She hardly noticed as her group dwindled in size, until she glanced around and noticed Beth was no longer there. She made a quick survey of the room, but she wasn't any where to be seen. She saw Sarah running around, and she leapt forward to get her attention. 

"Sarah, did you see which way Beth went? I swear she was just here..." she started.

"Oh, hon, Beth left a while ago! She usually finds someone to hook up with here, there are lots of people here usually, and she either has a special someone she meets up with, or just picks someone new, I don't know! But she's gone..." Sarah gushed, and then she was running off, leaving Leah to stand in the living room, alone. 

"Great, now how am I supposed to get home?" She muttered softly to herself.  

She tried not to get too upset, but as she glanced around the ever changing crowd, she saw no one she knew who could help her out. She set her beer bottle down on the mantle of the fireplace, and squeezed her way around the bodies in the living room, scouring the faces of those she didn't know for a familiar one. 

***

Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought. There was an opportunity to talk to a pretty girl and you just let her walk away. I guess it's all for the best. She's probably got a boyfriend anyway. And she'll be enjoying the party, maybe dancing, talking with a pile of friends. I'm just the guy in the corner waiting to leave.

The beers he'd drunk so far had little effect, which surprised him as he was a lightweight. He looked at the beer in his hand and then did his best to chug it down, but it was a trick he had never learned and so it took him half a dozen big swallows. His insides burbled and tickled with beer. He pulled out another and picked what looked like the path of least resistance out of the kitchen, toward the living room. It was fairly clear but for one girl who was standing dead center of the walk space. She was sexy and wore clothes so tight she appeared to have simply been dipped into paint. Under other circumstances he would have enjoyed brushing past her but now all he wanted was for her to move. He stood and waited, then after being unnoticed he began to say, "Excuse me. Excuse me." His voice got louder but she was drunk and didn't seem to hear, so he reached and took her by the waist and walked her right into the guy she'd been talking to. She hardly even seemed to notice that, but the guy winked at Colm as he slid past.

As he came into the living room he saw the flash of hair and skirt, again departing through the other doorway. Suddenly he wanted to find her, have a better look at her, see who she was here with, see if maybe he could talk to her. He saw Sarah talking among a cluster and grabbed her arm.

"Hey sweetie, are you having some fun yet?"

"We'll see. Do you know that girl with the really long hair, wearing the black dress and leather boots?"

Sarah knitted her brow and thought.

"She was just in here."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, that's Leah. I work with her."

"Is she here with anyone?"

"Well, I don't think she has a boyfriend if that's what you're asking, but I'm not sure. She did come with Beth but Beth just split a little while ago."

"Thanks."

He made for the door she had disappeared into, a new certainty in his step. He saw an opening and made a kind of lunge for it. As he gained the hallway he felt something soft glance off his shoulder and saw a cascade of hair and when he looked it was her, stumbling back against the wall. 

***

She felt the air whoosh out of her when she hit the wall, and she put a hand to her head, closing her eyes and leaning against the wall for a bit. The sudden change in direction made her slightly vertiginous, and she tried to gain her bearings slowly. She opened her eyes to see the guy from the kitchen, the one that had given her his beer, standing there with a look of pure horror on his face. 

"Where you going in such a hurry?" she wisecracked. 

He ducked his head in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," he said. 

She tried to push herself off the wall, and he extended his hand to help her. She took his hand in hers, holding it to help her stay steady. His hand was warm, and encompassed hers with ease. She stumbled a bit, and he moved to catch her. She looked up into his concerned eyes, framed by dark lashes, and smiled. She stood up straight, and cleared her throat.

"Guess I have had a few too many, huh?" She said, trying to brush off her dizziness. He smiled and nodded in agreement, but didn't really say anything. 

She stood there awkwardly for a second or two, then said, "Well, thanks..." then started to move passed him. 

"Uh, Sarah said you were looking for a ride home," he said quickly, before she could go too far. 

Leah furrowed her brow, and stared at him. Why would Sarah tell this man, a stranger to her, that she needed a ride home? He seemed courteous enough; he had given her a beer, and was helpful when knocking her into walls, but she didn't know him, and wasn't sure she was comfortable having him drive her the long trek home, not to mention knowing where she lived. She must have taken too long to respond, because he sort of backed up, and put his hands in his pockets. 

"I mean, you know, I could call you a cab if you like..." and he turned his head, looking around the room. 

Wow, I am really paranoid, she thought. Sarah wouldn't offer her up to a psycho; and besides that, she didn't have the money for the 20-mile cab drive home. 

"Sorry, no, yeah, that would be great, I mean, if you really don't mind. I live pretty far out there, and I was kind of looking to go now. I didn't know if you wanted to stay longer..." she stumbled, trying to make up for her lack of finesse to someone who had been nothing but nice to her. 

He looked at her, crooking his eyebrow. "Are you kidding me? You're giving me an excellent reason to leave early. I don't know anyone here except Sarah, it's really crowded, and everyone's just going to get drunker." 

She smiled, and nodded her affirmation. He stood there for a minute, staring at her. "Do you need to get your things; your coat?" He asked her.  She gave a small smile, and shook her head.

"No, I don't have a coat. It was 75 this afternoon, and I never went home after work." She shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, what can I say, and he nodded his head. 

"Alright, then, lets go," and he took her by the elbow, and lead her out the front door. 

When he opened the door, a gust of chill wind ripped right through her, as if she were not wearing anything at all. It made her catch her breath, and wrap her arms around herself. The wind whipped her hair up and around her head, and she stood there, clenching her teeth in the bitterness of it all.  Her eyes watered, and her cheeks hurt from the fierceness of it. He shut the front door behind them, and took off his leather jacket, handing it to her. She shook her head no, but he just crooked his eyebrow at her again, and held it out to her, waiting for her to take it.

"How is that fair, just because I'm the girl that I get to be warm?" she asked. 

He looked down at her very thin black dress, and down at his boots, jeans, and sweater.  She got the hint, and nodded her head, and took his jacket and put it on. 

"Thanks," she grumbled, wrapping it around her as best as she could. Then, he led her to his car. 

***

He felt grateful that he'd recently been in one of his bi-monthly cleaning moods. The car was free of any debris but books, everything was vacuumed and wiped down and it looked as nice as it possibly could, which still wasn't saying much but at least it wasn't trashed. The heater got warmed up quickly, which was a nice winter-time consolation for his air conditioner not working in the summer.

He hadn't really had a chance to look at her before now. She was stunning. With a tinge of guilty regret he reached into the back seat and grabbed a chambray button-up he kept back there and offered it to her.

"Here, for your legs. It'll just take a minute to get the heater going, but it works great."

"No, no, no, you need it, it's freezing." Her jaw was chattering as she spoke.

"Please take it. I'm not that cold, you're shaking and you've got goose bumps. We'll be roasting in just a minute, so it's ok."

That seemed to satisfy her and she pulled the shirt over her legs. All the windows were fogged and the engine was hiccupping so they sat in the car waiting for it to warm up. He was trying to think of something to say but found himself only able to dredge up the usual, boring questions. It was better than saying nothing though...

"So you work with Sarah?"

"Yeah. I don't know her all that well, though. Somebody else got me to come out."

"And she bailed on you?"

"Yeah."

He looked at the windshield and saw the faintest beginning of transparent windshield at the bottom edge. "Sarah said your name is Leah?"

"Yeah."

"I like that. It's unusual. Irish?"

"I'm not sure. Sarah didn't tell me your name, though."

"Colm."

"Colm? Where's that from?"

"It's Irish." He gave her a sheepish grin and she laughed. Her laugh was musical, he liked it.

"So you said you live pretty far out there? Where's 'pretty far out there?'"

"Kind of in the country, out off 20. I was going to stay with Beth tonight but even if she actually went home, I don't really want to go there if she's going to be trashed and crawling all over some guy."

"Yeah, that's no good. Well, I really don't mind taking you. I like driving at night, especially when it's cold enough to need the heater." He looked at her. "And especially when I've got good company."

She gave a half-laugh. "Don't make any assumptions."

He laughed with her and it set him more at ease. For some reason, he felt more comfortable around her than he usually did around beautiful women he didn't know. The windows were sufficiently defogged enough to drive and the heater was working on thawing their toes, so he hooked his seatbelt and rolled away from the house.

***

She sat rigidly in the seat, trying to get warm. The heater was on full blast, but that damn wind had gotten into her bones, and it was a long time seeping back out. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, and she concentrated on getting warm. 

"Be sure to let me know if I pass up a turn off or anything," he said, and she startled at the sound of his voice. She glanced sideways at him to see if he noticed, and of course, he did. He was grinning at her, and she smiled back, sheepishly. 

"Sorry, I must have dozed off a bit," she said, trying to sit up straighter in the seat, and trying to concentrate on the scenery, so she didn't doze off again. How embarrassing, she thought. 

"That's okay; it makes me feel better to know you're comfortable enough around me to doze off. You can rest if you need to," he said, and she shifted in her seat again. 

Or you now know how drunk I really am, she thought to herself, as she fought to stay focused. She didn't really think he would take advantage of her, but her cynicism told her that she didn't know him very well, and she couldn't just relax around him because he was being so nice. 

They sat in silence a bit longer, before he broke it again. "So, how is it that you wound up at Sarah's house with no ride? I know you and Sarah said that you showed up with Beth, and that you were going to go home with Beth; and you said you came straight from work, but, where's your car?" 

She rolled her eyes and threw her head back against the seat. "Ugh, it's a long story. Basically, my car is in the shop, and I was getting a ride to and from work by my neighbor, who is still about a mile away from me. I'm supposed to go get it tomorrow, which is why I was going to stay with Beth tonight; she bullied me into going to the party with her. I wouldn't have normally gone." She answered, opting for the short and sweet version of the horrifying situation with her car and the mechanic. 

"Well, lucky for me then," he said, and she giggled a bit.

"You probably won't think so in about an hour after you've gotten me home, and you realize you have a long way to go to get back," she said, smiling nervously. 

They managed to pass the time amicably. She was surprised that he managed to think of enough topics to keep them occupied; he must not be as drunk as she was. She tried to be very conscientious about her actions and responses, she knew she was well and truly drunk, and she knew she could get a bit flirty when she was drunk. She liked him, but she did not want to give off the wrong impression, since they were alone together. 

She directed him through the appropriate turns, and they finally made it to her house. It was a nice sized house for 1 or 2 people to live there comfortably; the kitchen, dining area, living room, office, bathroom, laundry room, and 1 bedroom were downstairs; the entire upstairs was a bedroom/bathroom combo. She loved her house. She bought it from her aunt and uncle, who decided to retire in their RV, traveling the states. 

He pulled into the driveway, and put the car in park. They sat there for a minute, not sure of what to do next. She didn't want to get out of the car into the cold wind, and she definitely didn't want to give him back his jacket before doing it. She wondered if he expected to be invited in, and she wanted to repay him for bringing her home, so far out from wherever it was that he lived. She didn't want to give the wrong impression, but she couldn't just send him on his way without some sort of thank you.




The Party



"So, you wanna come in for some coffee?" She asked hesitantly, turning her face to look at him. 

***

The inside of the house wasn't much warmer than outside.

"I'm really sorry it's so cold in here. I guess I should watch the weather more often."

"It's all good."

She played with the thermostat. "Well, hopefully it won't take too long to warm up. I'll be right back."

She was just disappearing up the stairs when Colm spotted something. "Leah?"

"Yeah?" She followed her voice back into the room.

"Would you like me to get a fire going? I mean, if your fireplace works and all."

She looked doubtful. "Do you know how to do it without burning my house down?" The moment she said it she worried about how it might have sounded, but to her relief he smiled.

"Absolutely. I was in Boy Scouts." He raised his right hand and gave the 3-fingered Scout salute.

"Then that would be great."

There were a few cords of wood chopped and stacked on the back porch. He brought a few good logs in and stacked them. The wood was cold but it was dry and would catch easily. He looked and found a small stack of newspapers near the fireplace. It was yesterday's paper. He wondered if she had read it yet, and if she hadn't he wondered what section would be safe to use as tinder. He himself would go straight for sports and then business, but then again he never read the paper at all anyway and so no section would come as any loss. He pulled a few pages out that he prayed would be safe, yesterday's incorrect weather report and a slew of celebrity gossip. He twisted the pages up and set them beneath the logs, struck a long fireplace match and lit the paper. The bark caught quickly and two logs were just getting going when Leah came back into the room. She was wearing a terry bathrobe over sweats and her hair was pulled back.

"Sorry, I know this isn't as glamorous as my party dress, but I was freezing."

He nodded. He actually thought she looked prettier this way, more natural, although he did miss sneaking peeks at her legs. "You look great."

She sighed to let him know that she thought he was full of shit. He took it as a good sign. "How's that fire coming?"

"Well, I only burned myself and one chair, so I think we're ok."

"Ha. Good. Well, what can I offer you to drink? There's coffee, and I have some hot cocoa, and water and juice and all that."

"Um, whatever you're having. I'm just glad to get out of the car for a few minutes. That wind was blowing me all over the place."

"Yeah, that actually worried me. I have no idea how much you had to drink."

"Oh, very little. I mean, that last beer was starting to catch up with me, but I was still a few drinks away from party time."

"Well, I'm making some coffee. I made it to party time, but by the time I got there the party had already moved on."

"I know the feeling."

She walked into the kitchen. He pondered the relative merits of staying where he was and waiting for her to come back or following her in. He didn't want to assume that just because she had invited him in that she was going to sleep with him. However, their conversation had been so pleasant, and he had been single long enough, that he was already feeling a sort of ache for her, compounded by his love of cold sheets against cold skin and the fun of warming up...

He cut the thought short and decided to go to the kitchen. She was just kicking the coffee maker on.

"I really like your house."

"Oh, thank you. It's a mess right now."

"It's pristine compared to my place."

"Where do you live?"

"About two miles from Sarah. I almost walked but then I could feel how cold it was getting."

"Oh my God, you really came a long way out of your way. I am so sorry."

"Please, don't be sorry. Driving beautiful women to their country homes is far more entertaining than watching drunk yuppies or playing solitaire with my cat crawling across the keyboard."

She turned to say something. She was wearing tube socks and the linoleum was slick and her feet came out from under her. She caught the counter with her arm and prevented a complete fall, but before she could either fall or pull herself up he was there with one arm around her waist and pulled her to her feet.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I think I'm just having a slapstick night."

***

Embarrassed, she finished gathering up the required utensils for their coffee. She stopped and stared out the window, but since it was dark outside, and the lights were on in the house, all she saw was her reflection. She turned her head away, and stared at the floor. She wondered how much more of an idiot she was going to make herself out to be tonight.

"You okay?" he asked, watching her from around the counter. 

She smiled up at him. "Yeah, I'm just wondering whether I'm more tired than I thought, or more drunk than I thought. I cannot believe I nearly fell in here." She shook her head, bemused. "So, you want some cookies, or cake, or something to go with your coffee?" she said, trying to change the subject from her embarrassing moment.

"No, thanks, coffee's good," he said, smiling at her. 

He probably thinks I'm a complete idiot, she thought, feeling her cheeks burn. She paid extra careful attention to what she was doing, desperate not to make any more slip ups tonight. She didn't know where this night was going, but at this point, she felt he either had to be really desperate or just totally amused by her to continue to want to stay. 

She fixed their coffee, and then gave him the "grand tour" of the house. They were in the kitchen, which was a pretty decent sized square shaped room, with a counter for a bar, and that was all that separated the kitchen from the dining area. There were huge windows behind the dining room table that showed into the back yard. The dining room had an archway that lead into the living room, which wasn't very big; on the right of the doorway was the stairs leading upstairs. On the other side and behind the stairs was the office. Down the hall behind the living room were the bedroom, bathroom, and laundry room. She didn't take him upstairs, which was her bedroom and bathroom, but she did take him out on the back porch, which had a screened in sunroom, complete with hot tub. 

"Nice," he said, when he saw the tub. She smiled, and blushed a bit. 

"Yeah, it is nice to have. Living out here, all this land, all alone, its nice to do what you want with these great big windows without worrying about neighbors," she answered him. 

They finished the tour back where they started, in the kitchen area, sitting at the dining room table. They seemed to be able to pick up their conversation from the car, easily switching subjects, easily finding something to say. She found herself at ease with him, despite her earlier embarrassments, and wondered what he really thought of her. She wondered if he would expect anything out of her tonight, and if he got anything, would that be the end of it? 

***

He excused himself to go to the bathroom. She sent him with apologies on the state of the room, but he waved at her worries. As he suspected it was much cleaner than his bathroom, with clean towels and an immaculate shower curtain. As he washed his hands he looked at himself in the mirror: slightly in need of a shave, a tinge of bloodshot in the eyes, the ever-present loose purple flesh beneath his eyes from regular insomnia. He splashed water on his face before he went back.

There were pictures on the walls of the hallway. He only glanced as he passed, seeing what were probably grandparents, parents, siblings or cousins, the photos all mounted in large frames with cutouts for multiple pictures. When he returned she was putting dishes in the dishwasher.

"Can I help?"

"Oh no, no thank you. I just...the only way I keep on top of the mess is to fight it a little bit at a time."

"I should try that. I really like your house. Did I mention that yet?"

"I think you did, but it's nice to hear."

"I've been in apartments for a long time; I'm ready for a house."

He sipped at his coffee. He wanted to think it was the coffee that was making him nervous, but he knew it wasn't. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful he found her. He was worried though about what she thought about him being here, wondering if the interest he perceived in her was real. She might just be humoring you, waiting for you to take the hint and get up. They continued to talk but the thought kept nagging at him. Finally he stood.

"Well, I expect you have to work in the morning and all, so I should probably get out of your way."

"I don't have to work tomorrow. You don't have to go. Unless you have work, or you're tired or something."

"No, I'm enjoying myself. I just don't want to be in your way."

***

"Well, I want you to stay. I mean, I want you to stay if you want to stay." She said, flustered.  

She wanted to believe that they had a connection, and that this was what that was about. She didn't want to seem to be throwing herself at him, because just about any guy would take up on that, regardless of connection. She wanted this to be right. 

He smiled at her, and said "I would like to stay." She sighed, relaxing a bit, and walked around the counter to face him. 

"So, you wanna get in the hot tub?" she asked, smiling playfully. 

He looked down at her, and said "I don't have any swim trunks." 

"That's ok. Nobody can see us," she said, taking off her robe, and leading the way towards the back porch.  He turned to follow her. 

He helped her get the cover off the hot tub, and she turned on the jets, and turned on some music. Then, she started to undress.  She wanted to do it slowly, teasingly, but it was cold out on the porch, and she never knew how to sexily take off socks. She slipped them off first, and her feet touched the cold wooden floor. She shivered, and her body erupted in goose bumps. She slipped her shirt over her head, and unhooked her bra. Her nipples stood erect, thanks to the cold air and goosebumps, and she crossed her arms over her stomach, making an almost automatic gesture to, but not exactly covering up. She slipped her sweatpants off, and hurriedly climbed into the warmth of the tub to escape from the cold. She had furtively glanced at him as she undressed, and when she got into the tub, she looked at him, waiting. 

***

He watched her undress from the corner of his eye. He knew she knew he was looking and she hadn't asked for any privacy but all the same he was uncertain of the rightness of out-front staring, so he glanced as he started to pull his own clothes off, giving him a view of her in flashes, like selected frames from a film: the way her skin bunched at her back as she reached to unclasp her bra; the curve of her body as she was bent forward to free her feet of the legs of her sweat pants; the look of her submerging into the bubbling water, her pubic hair just a smudge beneath the waterline, her chest glistening. He hadn't been prepared for this at all. For a moment he was grateful to the cold for staving off his erection, but then he realized what other effect it was having on his genitals and he decided he would have taken the erection over the shrivel. He was shivering by the time he had peeled everything off and got into the water as fast as he could, just slow enough that he wouldn't fall and break his head open.

He dropped into the water with a long sigh. The sudden change in temperature made his skin prickle and his lungs catch, but within a moment he had acclimated.

"Oh my God that's amazing..."

She smiled like a vision in the mist. "Isn't it? Now that I've gotten used to having a hot tub I don't know how I'd do without it."

He was out of his depth here, uncertain as to what was happening or would be next to happen. She seemed to be inviting him and yet he felt unsure. Then he saw her smile and realized he was being foolish. While he couldn't assume that everything would happen tonight, here was a beautiful girl who had invited him into her home and had now stripped in front of him and brought him into the hot tub with her. He felt a little foolish for agonizing but put it aside and moved nearer to where she was. He sat and leaned back against the wall with his arms up on the lip and watched her, smiling.

***

She had noticed that he had somewhat given her privacy as she undressed, and she complied with the same, fiddling with buttons and such on the tub. She peeked around her hair at him a few times, but didn't want to be caught watching him, so she waited till he slipped into the tub, before turning to face him with a smile as he relaxed into the warmth of the water and the bubbles. 

She spent a few minutes leaning against the tub, eyes closed, relaxing against the end of the weeks' work. Her Friday night ritual was to sit in the hot tub with music, a book, and a glass of wine. She had the music, she didn't really think she needed anymore to drink tonight, or she might drown in the tub, and she had the promise of something better than a book in the tub with her. 

At that thought, she raised her head to face him. She felt awkward, sitting in a tub naked with a man she barely knew; they had managed to keep the conversation going before, but taking their clothes off seemed to put a damper on that, for the moment. She didn't know what kind of impression she made on him; she wasn't happy with her body, but she also knew that practically every woman felt that way about themselves, and men didn't nitpick about the female body the way women did. As long as it was in some semblance of a curvy shape, and you had boobs, you were good. She now wished that she hadn't been so prude earlier, and had watched him closer as he was getting in. She didn't want to outright stare, but she didn't get a good enough look at him to know what his body was like. 

She reached up to adjust her hair better, so that it wouldn't get as wet, and her breath came out in a fog from the cold air. She giggled, and he looked at her. 

"I just love this kind of weather for the hot tub, you know? I mean, it's almost unbearable to get ready to get in, but it is so worth it once you do get in. It's not 100 degrees outside, so you're not boiling yourself. It's almost perfect," she said, blowing her breath out into a fog on purpose.  

He smiled at her, and that seemed to break up whatever tension was there, and they managed to pick up their conversation from the kitchen. He was sitting right beside her, and as she leaned back against the tub, and she felt her limbs floating in the water, they would lightly brush up against him. She wanted to scoot closer to him, lean up against him, but she wasn't sure if that would be too forward of her, so she stayed where she was, enjoying the accidental touches they shared as the conversation moved easily along.  

***

Every touch sent ripples through him. He had a sense that if he were to be bolder she would respond, but there was something so thrilling about the brushes of their hands and feet and legs that he sometimes shivered despite the fact that he was sweating in the hot water. That cold breeze cut across the water every few minutes and instantly froze the sweat on his brow, and then it would disappear and his skin would bead up again.

The conversation came surprisingly easy. They talked about family and friends and history, though he was having trouble concentrating. He had only peeked as she undressed and so her body was largely unknown to him. There wasn't much visible in the turgid water but he would see flashes of water-filtered skin, skin that thrilled him at every touch.

Then the talking ended. He couldn't remember what they were talking about, but they just seemed to run out of words. He found himself looking through the water at his toes and glanced up. In that moment she was looking up in a similar way, as though she had also been staring into the water and chose that precise second to look at him. He reached out for her arm without even thinking, and just as his fingers reached her he felt her hand on his knee. It was more than just a brush, her palm was across his thigh near the knee, and stayed there.

He suddenly became aware of his almost painful erection.

***

She seemed to have flashes of awareness during their conversation; she would talking, and looking around, and then look at him and think, You're naked in your hot tub with a guy you just met! and then she would pause for a moment, but then pick up the conversation again, and then the sequence would start all over. It seemed to come as a shock to her of her own boldness, and her tired and drunken brain was having a hard time catching up. 

She had been staring off into space when the conversation ended, and she looked up to meet his eyes. When he reached for her, she just reacted. She didn't think about it, she just moved. She slid sideways, closer to him, turned her knees into him, slipped her shoulder under his arm, and put her hand on his leg. She leaned forward, and tilted her head, and he met her lips with his. He moved his hand from her arm to slide around her back, palm flat, the touch of his hand on her making her shiver a bit. 

She seemed to freeze in that moment, not sure of what she was doing. It was almost as if she had no control of herself, and she was afraid for a moment. Then she let go of that feeling, and just went with it. I'm already naked in the tub with him, why not? she thought, as she slid her one hand up his thigh, and touched his face with her other hand. 

She kissed his lips, tingling at the feel of his mouth on hers, when her hand on his thigh found his erection. She paused for a millisecond, but she had already seemed to agree to this, so she continued on. She wrapped her hand around the girth of him, seeming to take the measure of him, and worked her hand up and down slowly, enjoying the heavy breathing and moaning he made into her mouth as they kissed. 

He seemed to realize he had another hand, and used that to touch her face, too, but slowly worked it down, the side of her jaw, palming her neck, over her collar bone, slowly down her chest until he cupped her breast. She tingled even more at that touch, and gave his erection a slight squeeze, eliciting a reaction from him. He took that as permission, and squeezed her breast, running his hand over the curve of it, making circles around her nipple, but not quite touching, not yet. She seemed to tingle at every touch, and ached for him to touch her nipple. 

She squeeze him again, and then tugged on it slightly. He didn't comply by touching her nipple yet, and she gasped from the slight frustration of it, the build of the anticipation was getting to her. As she tore her mouth from his to let out a gasp, he dipped his head, and took her nipple into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming after the build up, and she threw her head back, and thrust her chest forward, making it easier for him to have his way with her nipple in his mouth. He swirled it around his tongue, tugged it, slightly grazed it with his teeth, bringing gasps and moans of pleasure from her mouth, and all the while she continued to pull and stroke his hard-on. 

He pulled as much of her nipple and breast as he could into his mouth, and sucked hard, pulling it into his mouth, as if he were trying to give her a hickey. The sensation of pain and pleasure mixed together seemed to send her over the edge, and when he backed off, she rose up a bit, and straddled his lap. 

Her repositioning caused them to be face to face, and she looked into his eyes, which were slightly hooded with pleasure, and he gave her a look heavy with sex, as if he knew she wouldn't stop now. She didn't stop; with his dick in her hand still, she guided his erection into place, and he took hold of her hips to help steady her, all the while staring into each other eyes. When the tip of him brushed her clit, she threw her head back slightly and gasped, but she didn't break eye contact. As he slid inside of her, working his way through the tightness of her from the water, she wanted to close her eyes, and release into the pleasure, but she fought to keep her eyes opened, and focused on him. When he was inside of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and began moving him in and out of her. He clutched at her back, pulling her close, then moved his hands back to her hips to help her move. 




The Party



Moans escaped her lips as she could feel him working inside of her, moving in deeper and deeper with each thrust he made up into her. She could feel the tingling sensation starting in her pelvis, and she leaned her head forward, resting it onto his forehead. Her breath came out hot, and she realized that she was hot. She could feel the cool wind on her face, and she tried to soak it up, but it was not enough; too much of her was in the hot water; she was getting overheated. A wave of dizziness hit her, and she leaned forward more, resting her face on his shoulder. She stopped moving, and concentrated on breathing. He tried to look at her, but she didn't sit up right away. She closed her eyes, and willed the dizziness to go away, but it wouldn't comply. 

Finally, she looked up at him, and said, "I think I need to get out of the hot tub, I'm about to over heat. I just realized how hot I was getting. Did you want to go upstairs with me?" She wasn't ready to call it a night, but she had to get out of the hot tub. 

"Yeah, absolutely," he said, almost sounding drugged in his passion. She stood up slowly, sliding him out of her, and just stood there for a minute, regaining her balance, and trying to soak in the cool air. She hardly seemed to notice it, like she was molten lava at her core, and the wind couldn't touch her. With his help, she got out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around herself to dry off. She handed one to him as he got out, erection still in place, and she smiled a bit. 

"You go ahead, I want to do something really quickly before coming up," he said, and she complied, walking into the house and up the stairs. She walked up half a landing before the stairs turned, and she walked up the rest of the way to be greeted by an entire wall of windows facing into the backyard. Her bed was pushed up against the wall opposite the windows, so she could always see outside. Around the bed and behind the wall was the bathroom, with the giant closet. 

She debated about putting on something sexy and slinky, but he had already seen her naked, and would seem silly to have to undress again. She checked the drawer by the bed for condoms, and then pulled her towel off. Her whole body was hot; her head was sluggish and swimming, and her limbs felt weak and shaky. She slipped into the cool, crisp sheets, stretching out, trying to cool off, while she waited for him. She stared up at the ceiling, thinking about nothing, and before she realized it, she had fallen asleep. 

***

He was trembling. Things like this don't happen, not to me. He was wildly aroused and felt like even the air might set him off. He didn't want to go up and have it all be over in ten seconds, so when she went in he stood on the edge of the deck around the hot tub, grabbed his penis and gave it a few quick tugs. He didn't let the pleasure overwhelm him, he just let the physical reaction happen, and a gout of semen shot over his hand into the grass. He squeezed out the last few drops and shivered in the freezing air. Until that moment he hadn't realized how cold he was.

He gathered up his clothes. No point in putting them on just to take them off upstairs, and anyway he was wet. He wrapped himself in the towel she'd brought and went inside and found the stairs, somehow thrilled with the cold air on his parts, so unused to such freedom. He went up and found the bedroom easily. It only took a moment to see that she was asleep.

Gravity got strange. His head began to float upward while his guts sank to the floor. He had waited too long and blown it. What am I supposed to do? There was no clear answer. 

He walked to the bed slowly. Every step seemed to take forever, and for reasons unknown to him he walked quietly, carefully, rolling his bare feet from heel to toe, mindful of creaks from the floor. He walked to the side of the bed where she slept half-covered by the sheets. Her breasts rolled with her breathing, nipples still puckered and hard, and her head was turned to the side with her hair in a cascade across the pillow. She was so beautiful and sexy he ached to look at her.

He walked around and got on the bed slowly, cautiously, completely uncertain of what he was doing. She didn't stir. He slid his legs under the sheets and slid next to her, feeling how cold his skin was, wanting to press right up against her and feel her warmth. He settled in just a few inches away from her, lying on his side with one arm propped under his head, the other hovering toward her. The release and the cold had shriveled his erection but it came back suddenly, hot with blood, the only part of him that was warm, and it ached with the feel of her, a desire so sharp and fierce he felt different parts of his body flexing and relaxing again. As though disconnected from him entirely, his hand continued to reach for her until it alighted on her left breast, gently, one finger beginning a slow spiral inward toward the nipple. Still asleep, she moaned under her breath and squirmed, almost imperceptibly. His penis roared and throbbed.

He leaned down and breathed on her nipple in slow, hot exhalations. She continued to squirm. He felt himself on the verge of some unbearable passion. He was so close to her nipple, it was maddening, and he opened his mouth and took it in, sucking as he flicked his tongue across it. Her moan was a little louder.

An idea grew. Again with care not to shake her awake, he slipped out from under the covers and went to the foot of the bed. The sheets were not tucked in. He climbed over the footboard, lifting the sheets as he came, and crawled up between her legs and let the covers settle over him.

She was neatly trimmed, not bald but well-groomed. There was no light but what the bedside lamp was able to send through the covers. He eased in, feeling like a tiger stalking his prey in the tall grass. Her thighs were soft and lovely. He eased in, moving her gently as he needed, until his face was right up in her crotch. She had an amazing smell that cut through the chlorine of the hot tub. He lifted her legs up onto his shoulders, wiggled in a little bit further, and began to lick gently at her lips, seeking her clit.

***

She was dreaming. She was dreaming about sex. This wasn't unusual for her; she often dreamt of sex; having sex, getting aroused, having orgasms, especially when it had been a long time without any sex in the real world. She was getting that warm, pressure like sensation in her groin, and she rotated her hips in response. She was so tired, so out of it; she knew she was dreaming, and she knew her real self was grinding hips and pelvis forward, but she couldn't seem to break the dream to come out of it, to do something about it. 

The heat and the pressure built, seemingly on its own. There was something there, but she couldn't focus on it; didn't know what it was. It felt good; it made her tingle, and wet, and at the same time it stole her wetness. She could feel the stimulation, and this time wasn't sure if it was all a dream or if it was real, too. She arched her hips up to meet it, oh, it felt so good. She was getting lighter; her body was getting lighter, and she knew she was peaking. She pushed up, as if to meet the orgasm, but it was still just there, barely out of reach. The stimulation changed, altered a bit, and there it was; she curled her toes under, pushed her hips up, and seemed to explode into a thousand tiny dots of light that scattered all over the bedroom, before crashing back down into her body. She cried out; oh, it was so good, she stretched out her legs, arched her back, and nearly purred. That was the best orgasm in sleep she had ever had.

And she still did not wake. 

***

He knew she came, and he knew she never woke up. He came out of the covers, back over the footboard, and looked at her. Maybe he could wake her, but anything else he could do at this point would only make him feel like a pervert. He was still thinking about what he should do, but realized he was naked and cold standing there. He put his clothes on, making less effort at silence since she was so obviously out cold, kissed her forehead, and went downstairs.

As he walked to the car, pulling his jacket close around him, he looked at the road. He had no recollection of which way was out. He remembered being lost on country roads before, wandering and hoping for them to run north-south, east-west, connect to a larger road, something, but finding nothing, making endless U-turns and trying to remember which CR or FM he had turned from. The hot tub and Leah and the cold had completely sapped his energy and he was doubtful of his ability to make the hour drive home even if he knew exactly where he was going. He looked at his car, scowled, and went back inside. Better to just sleep here than in the car on the shoulder of some moonlight backroad.

Back inside he stamped his feet and rubbed his hands together. Now the question was where to sleep. He glanced up the stairs and thought about her sleeping up there and thought about whether it would be a shock for her to wake up beside him. It was slowly dawning on him that she was probably drunker than she had seemed. The living room sofa was large and comfortable-looking. He scouted closets around the house until he found the linen closet, well stocked, and selected a comforter and pillow with no case. He pulled off his shoes and jacket, emptied his pockets, and lay down in his clothes with the comforter pulled up over him.

Despite all the strangeness and early discomfort it had turned out to be an intriguing evening, pleasant if odd, and with the cold country wind rattling windows and trees and the sounds of the house settling he drifted off into a deep winter sleep.

***

She awoke to severely bright light and sharp, stabbing pains. She scrunched her eyes against the sunlight, and stretched her body, only to cause a rush of more pain and dizziness to her head. She groaned, and rolled over in the bed. The sheet slipped off of her, and she realized she was naked. I'm naked? Why am I naked? She thought, trying to recover a memory from her jumbled and pained brain.  She remembered the party last night, and groaned again at her head. If she hadn't gotten all her own drinks, and they were all in bottles, she would have thought someone had slipped her something. 

She stumbled out of bed, walked around the bed to the bathroom, and put on her robe. She ran a brush through her hair, and cursorily brushed her teeth. Then she trumped downstairs to make some coffee. Maybe an Irish one, for her head. 

She yawned as she made her way into the kitchen, not even bothering to turn on any lights. The whole back half of the house was windows, and she had enough sunlight streaming in for her to know her way around. She washed out the coffee pot, which still had some coffee in it; huh? She wondered at that, then made some coffee. She halfheartedly searched through cabinets and the pantry and the fridge, but food didn't sound good to her stomach right now, so she turned away from the kitchen while she waited on the coffee. 

In the archway to the living room, she saw a pile of blankets on her couch. What the...? What was going on? She started towards the couch, and then noticed that the pile of blankets was moving. Slowly, rhythmically, like... breathing. It was breathing. It wasn't a pile of blankets; it was a person. Then she remembered; Colm. Colm! As she got a rush of memory, she stopped moving forward, and put her hands to her mouth in horror. Slowly, as if in a B-rated scary movie, she turned her head towards the porch. She saw the hot tub; the bubbles weren't still going, because of the timer, but the cover wasn't on it. She remembered more and more, and as silently as she could, she backed away from the couch, and turned and ran up the stairs. 

She paced the floor in front of her bed, head to her forehead, mentally kicking herself for so many things. What was I thinking? Bringing home a stranger, drunk, in the hot tub, oh my god, I don't even know what happened! She remembered the hot tub, but not what happened after. She had a vague physical memory of an orgasm, but she didn't really recall any specifics.  

I am so stupid. There is no telling what I did last night. And whatever it was, it has quite possibly ruined anything that might have been for real with this person; now it will just be that one night I got drunk. Surely I was stupid acting, and most likely made a fool of myself, and how in the WORLD would he even want to have anything to do with me after this!!

She tried to calm herself, but it was no easy task. She kept berating herself for things she didn't even know whether or not she had done. What she remembered was enough. 

There were two things, though, that helped keep her calm. One, he was still here. That couldn't be bad, right? Two, he was on the couch. She didn't know if it was better that he was on the couch; she might really have flipped out waking up with him in the bed next to her. But why was he on the couch, after they had sex? She didn't understand. And she knew the only way to get answers was to talk to him.

She went back downstairs, quietly, not ready to wake him up. She went into the kitchen, and fixed both of them a cup of coffee. She tip-toed back into the living room, set the mugs down on the coffee table, and kneeled in front of the couch. She watched him sleep for a minute, looking at his face in the most relaxed state it would ever be in. She hoped that this wasn't about to go wrong.

She slowly caressed his face, starting at his forehead, brushing back his hair, down his cheek, and onto his chest. She shook him slightly, just a little bit, not violently, and touched his arm with her other hand. 

He seemed to startle awake, and turned his head to her. He looked at her with groggy eyes, not quite sure where he was or what was going on. She smiled slightly at him, and appeasing smile, a peaceful smile, trying to calm him. 

"Good morning", she said. 

***

It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. Sleep had been delicious in a way that sleep rarely was for him, and the puffy comforter shielding him from the cold air had taken on a womb-like quality. For one moment he had a flash of childhood, the comforting female presence waking him as he lay wrapped in big blankets. The feeling lasted for perhaps two seconds, then it was gone. Then he saw her, heard her, and remembered.

"Hey, good morning." He pushed the covers away. The comforter seemed huge, endless, as though he'd never get out. He kicked his way out and sat up straight. His clothes were rumpled and he could feel parts of his hair standing at crazy angles. "I hope you don't mind, I just couldn't remember how to get back to the highway."

"No, I don't mind at all. Do you want coffee?"

"Oh, yes, thank you."

"How do you take it?"

"Just a splash of milk." He went to stand, but she waved him back down.

"I'll get it."

He saw her wince at standing, wince in the light. Despite the hangover she was even more beautiful in the morning. He ran his hand through his hair, searching for the factions that had rebelled against the common order. He felt like his muscles were full of glue and there was a vague pounding somewhere behind his eyes, all common occurrences when he slept in unusual places. He could smell the coffee and it smelled like life. She came back in bearing a mug in her hand held out to him with the morning sun kissing her face and hair and she looked exactly like the Benevolent Angel of Mercy. He rose to take the cup from her and brought it up to his nose.

"Oh, thank you so much. This smells fantastic." He took a cautious sip, then another. He saw her eyes flick downward and a smile tug faintly at the corners of her mouth. He almost looked down to see what was amusing but then he realized he didn't need to look, he could feel it. He had morning wood, a particularly vicious case, his penis rock hard and straining wildly against his corduroy pants. Like an excited kid when he hears his name called, at the touch of his awareness his penis jerked twice in a way he knew she had seen.

"Oh, um, sorry, that, uh, that happens sometimes in the morning."

She laughed out loud. "I think I read that somewhere."

He sat back down. She cast her glance about and he realized she was looking for a seat, so he shoved at the obstinate comforter until there was room for the both of them and scooted over, waving his arm at the space. She sat.

"I don't think I told you last night, but I love your house."

"Yeah, well, you might have and I don't remember. I'm sorry, I was a bit more drunk than I thought I was."

"It's ok, nothing to worry about. I still had fun."

She bit gently at a corner of her lip. "Uh...so, would you like some breakfast?"

"Oh, I don't want to put you to any trouble."

"No, no, you rescued me from the party, you drove me home, and you got stuck here for the night. The least I can do is make you some food. I've got all the breakfast supplies. Would you like eggs? Pancakes? Bacon?"

"Are you going to eat?"

"I probably should."

"I'll have a couple of eggs and some toast."

"That's all?"

"That's all I need. If you want pancakes or something go ahead, but I'm not going to put you to that much trouble."

"It's no trouble. Well, I'll get the eggs going."

He watched her go into the kitchen. Once she was there, he gave an exploratory tug at his pants. The erection had softened a touch but still lingered. What the hell. He got up and followed her into the kitchen.

"Can I help?"

***

As she got the stovetop warmed up, she decided instead of eggs and toast, she would make French toast. She whisked a few eggs, milk, vanilla, and cinnamon in a bowl, dipped in the bread, and threw it into the skillet. Colm sat at the bar, watching her cook. She smiled slightly but didn't say anything, waiting for him to say something. She didn't remember much about last night, bits and pieces, but she remembered that she felt comfortable around him, and that comfort still lingered. 

When their breakfast was ready, she got out the maple syrup and put everything on the table. They sat together, mostly in companionable silence, eating their breakfast. They spoke every once in a while, showing that they could get along even when neither of them were drunk, which was a good thing.

She pushed aside her plate before she finished it all. She was trying to be easy on her stomach; she knew it was upset, and she didn't want to overload it. He seemed to enjoy her cooking, though, because he finished all of his. That, or he wasn't hung over like she was. They sat at the table a bit longer, finishing their coffee. When it was time for a refill, he jumped up before she could to top off their cups. She smiled privately at that, wondering why he was still being so nice to her. She knew she was going to have to show him the way out soon, but she hoped that she could make up for her lack of manners last night before he could go. She was enjoying sitting her with him; it was almost like her house was wrapped in a cocoon, separate from the rest of the world for as long as they chose to stay there. She wanted it to last. 

Obviously, it had been a while since she'd had any kind of male companion, be it friend or otherwise. Actually, that was the reason she ended up buying the house; she had broken up with her boyfriend, and needed a place to stay; quickly. It was not an amicable separation. 

When she finished her second cup of coffee, she stood up and stretched her arms up, standing on her tip-toes, throwing her head back, feeling the pull of all of her muscles. She slowly lowered her arms out to the side, placed her feet flat on the floor, and pulled her head back up. That's when she noticed the tie of her robe had come undone; and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. 




The Party



She had just turned 18 and her family had just moved to a new town. It was always difficult for her moving to a new place because she didn't make friends easily, but this time was different. She had been in school for a week when she met Nicky. Nicky was the typical cheerleader type. Tall, with brunette hair to the middle of her back and gorgeous breasts, 34C as Casey would later find out. Casey was also good looking, also quite tall, but with blonde hair, and her breasts were a good 34B. She had legs to die for.

The two clicked immediately and started a good friendship. After about two months in her new town, Nicky invited Casey to a party. She knew that Casey would enjoy this type of party as it was an adult party, and the two had spoken about sex, and their fantasies at length. Nicky didn't tell Casey about the type of party though, except that it was a dress up, masked affair, and everyone was required to wear masks.

Casey decided to go as a 17th century Lady in waiting, with corset and low bust line to boot. Nicky decided to wear a tight, black leather outfit, complete with tail, and a leather mask. Catwoman!

The two arrived at the mansion where the party was to be held a little late as they had missed a turn. It was a huge house, probably three stories high. As they entered they could see that most of the guests had already arrived and everyone was dressed up and masked. As they walked into the main entrance hall, Nicky whispered into Casey's ear that this party was a masked swingers ball! Casey almost tripped over her dress from the shock. Good thing she'd decided to wear her most daring g-string for the occasion. 

People were standing and sitting around, but not much was happening. The scene reminded her of the movie, Eyes Wide Shut, with Tom Cruise. Then all of a sudden there was the chiming of a bell and a lady dressed all in white addressed the crowd. She welcomed everyone and hoped that they would have a great evening. Then she reminded all present of the rules and stated that the second floor was out of limits.

Nicky and Casey looked at each other and smiled. Casey asked Nicky if she'd ever been to one of these parties and she said yes, once. Nicky told Casey that she had a great time and had been fucked on a massive table by 3 guys while 20 other people watched. At the sound of hearing this, Casey could feel her panties getting wet from her juices pouring out. 

The two started walking through the massive house hand in hand and drew a lot of attention from the other people, especially the men. They reached a big lounge with plenty of chairs scattered around. There were people sitting and standing everywhere, probably about 15, all in various states of undress. As they were strolling through, a guy grabbed Nicky, bent her over and kissed her with enthusiasm. After the kiss, she looked at him, stroked his naked chest and asked, 'What about my friend', he then leisurely took Casey by the hand and pulled her to him, giving her the same treatment. Nicky then told him that they would treat him to something special later. They walked into the next room and Casey gasped. There was a woman lying naked on the floor with her legs spread wide open. A well built man was between her legs, and from the expression on her face, he was good at what he was doing. Then another man, put his cock to her lips and she sucked on it. This was the first time Casey had seen anyone else having sex, besides on the porn movies she had seen.

Nicky saw that she was surprised and whispered in her ear, 'you like that don't you' Casey just smiled back. They came to a smallish room and there were only two guys sitting on a couch chatting. Nicky looked at Casey and winked, then she went to sit next to them and asked, 'How would you guys like to fuck my fiend and I?' Casey gave a glaring look at Nicky, but she just smiled. 

The two guys smiled at them and said sure. Nicky said they'd start by making the guys feel more comfortable and giving them a strip show. She stood up and went over to Casey and kissed her full on the mouth, opening her mouth slightly and waiting for Casey to kiss back. They had kissed before so this was not strange for Casey. Nicky then started roaming over Casey's body with her hands and slowly started undressing her. When Casey was completely naked, Nicky took one of her nipples into her mouth and sucked on it, while looking at the guys. She could see that they were enjoying the show, by the obvious growth in the pants.

Casey then took the lead and undressed Nicky. After they were naked they embraced, there bare breasts pushing together. Then as one they moved to the guys, kneeling between there legs. They told the guys to take off their shirts and then the girls helped them take off their pants. Nicky immediately started to suck her guys cock, and Casey just watched. Then she started getting really horny and climbed into her guy. They were both rock hard and both guys had big cocks. Casey got to horny and jumped up onto the lap of her guy, slowly sinking herself down on the hard cock under her. This was bliss. Nicky also got up, but turned around, facing her back to her guy and impaled herself on his cock. Casey, took her hand and reached over to Nicky's Pussy, stroking her clit. Nicky had an orgasm just there. Casey then turned around, and was surprised to see that there were about 10 people watching from the entrance of the room. One lady, who was already naked, with a great body, walked in and up to Nicky, went on her knees and started to lick Nicky's clit, and massaging the guys balls. This drove both of them wild and they came very soon afterwards. The woman who had walked n turned around and as Nicky rose off the guys cock, moved forward and over the woman's mouth, dripping the guys cum into her waiting mouth. The woman then proceeded to lick Nicky's pussy clean. Nicky then got up and moved behind Casey, she grabbed her breasts and massaged her nipples between her fingers. Then Nicky moved her hand down and massaged Casey's clit. Casey came!!!!

She got up and went onto all fours on the couch. The guy came up from behind and entered her. The people in the entrance started coaxing the two on, and they went into a frenzy. Soon Casey came again and then she felt the guy tense and spray his cum deep inside her. He withdrew and to her surprise, Nicky slid under her and cleaned out her pussy. The crowd cheered and then withdrew. The guys thanked the two girls, and then left. Nicky and Casey sat on the couch and just sighed. Then they decided to go and look for the Casanova who had kissed them earlier, walking naked into the house, but that is my next story.



The Party After



Ian and Nancy hosted their own housewarming party that proved to be a smashing success. While most of the partiers had already come and gone for the evening, there were few that chose to stay behind and crash for the night.

Ian and Nancy lived in a house that most people would consider to be a mansion with it's eight bedroom set up. Each bedroom came equipped with their own ensuite bathroom, ideal for a bed and breakfast set up.

That's the main reason why Ian and Nancy purchased the home in the first place. It was nestled out in the country, not far from the city limits and easily accessible by road. It was an opportunity for the two to have a business they could call their own. With Nancy's extensive hotel management experience and Ian's sales & marketing background, there was no way they could lose.

There were actually four leftover party guests that were to be shown to their rooms for the night. Ian took the liberty to escort Lucky and Jordie to their guest room while Nancy did the same for John and Fiona.

Poor Lucky had already tripped over himself and rendered himself unconscious when one too many shots of tequila overtook his senses. Ian had the guy draped over his shoulder, carrying him like he was a sack of potatoes while Jordie followed close behind.


For Nancy she had it easy. Although Fiona had already passed out, John took it upon himself to carry his girlfriend up the flight of stairs and to the room Nancy had assigned for them.

After bidding the two goodnight, Nancy closes the door behind her as she leaves their bedroom. Now out in the hallway, she hears a thump in the room Ian had taken Lucky and Jordie to.

Curious and concerned, she rushes into their room to find out what happened. Once inside she noticed only Jordie and Ian standing, both laughing their heads off. There was no sign of Lucky to be found until Nancy walked around the foot of the bed and found the man on the floor in some kind of awkward heap.

Between Ian and Jordie, Ian was the first to regain enough composure to explain. "Jordie told me to drop him onto the bed so I did."

Now laughing herself, Nancy asks, "The idea was to gently drop him on the bed, not bounce him like he was a basketball."

"But that would be the boring approach." Ian explains, trying hard not to laugh again.

Now taking Nancy into his arms, gazing upon her lovingly, he adds, "Besides, didn't you say you hated boring?"

Nancy laughs, "That I did."

The two then lock themselves in a solid kiss before Jordie fakes out a cough to divert their attention.

With a grin, Ian breaks the kiss with Nancy and winks to Jordie, "You should get that checked."

The two then leave the room, choosing to have the petite Jordie figure out how she was going to scrape her man off the floor and into the bed with her.

Once along in their room, Ian and Nancy held each other close as he pressed her against a wall. They indulged themselves in a deep, hungry kiss, but it got broken once Nancy started to laugh again. She just couldn't help herself.

Now with the kiss broken, Ian looks at her with an amused smile as she admits, "What a night!"

A smug smile escaped his lips, "Yes, it has been quite a night." He then looked at her mischeviously, "Of course it's always a hell of a night when it comes to you, my darling succubus."

Tracing a long strand of Nancy's loose blonde hair, Ian pulled it back behind her ear, "Now that everyone is geting a good night's rest, I guess we're on our own now."

Nancy had to smirk at the thought. "Not that it's a bad thing."

Closing her eyes upon Ian's touch as he traces his long fingers down the side of her face, Nancy tilts her head slightly, pressing gently against hig fingers as it now trailed down to the side of her exposed neck.

The two then locked themselves in a kiss, Ian now scooping his bride of two years into his arms and carrying her to their California style queen sized bed.

He answered her by laying her gently on the white satin sheets as he pressed his weight against hers, "I couldn't agree more."

Ian and Nancy started kissing again, this time with mouths open and their tongues probing each other as their breathing quickened. In the meantime, Ian moved his hands to the small of Nancy's back. He then lowered them down to her ass, gently squeezing the firm roundness, as he pushing her closer against him.

Luxuriously sandwiched between the soft mattress and Ian's weight, Nancy's hand slipped down to her husband's cock and felt his stiff rod denim blue jeans. She felt herself beginning to get wet just thinking about that familiar feel of Ian's long, thick shaft completely filling her like no one else can.

They were both breathing harder now as he kissed her neck and face, now working together to remove each other's shirts. As soon as the shirts were removed, Ian pulled back for a moment to gaze upon his wife's enchanting beauty.

She had shoulder length blonde hair, angelic face with those piercing blue eyes and a body even supermodels would envy. It was hard to believe Nancy exclusively belonged to Ian, not just by the vows of marriage, but in mind, body and soul.

Keiping his hands on her hips, Ian watches Nancy unfasten her bra, which looked like it was ready to burst at the seams from the generous cleavage revealed and the erect nipples pushing at the delicate fabric.

Feeling his member throb, demanding to enter the beautiful creature before him, Iann whispers out words as if subconsciously. "You're beautiful."

Ian feel himself throb even more, enough to make him moan as he lost himself in Nancy's bedroom eyes and bedazzling smile. He slid his hands down to remove her pants and thong panties. Her smooth, shaved pussy beckoned him and he gingerly touched it with his fingers, feeling those wet lips as they begin to part for him.

A tiny shudder coursed through Nancy as Ian began to kiss her breasts, taking her nipple in his mouth while he continued to make long strokes on her pussy lips with his fingers, playfully teasing her clit at the end of each stroke. He slowly put two fingers inside her, then a third, gently caressing her as they are both lost in the moment.

Nancy began to feel her legs turn into a jello like state, thankful that she and Ian were already laying down on the bed. For a brief moment she swore she could hear his thoughts as he said "I love you" while he continued to kiss her breasts and stroke her clit.

Nancy was beyond wet now. She lifted Ian's head to hers and they began kissing again. Their lip lock was more intense than the one previous, as their need to connect had become more intense. In the meantime, Nancy was tugging at Ian's belt. As she unzipped his pants, she whispered to him, "Take those damned things off." 

Without a second thought, Ian pulls away from Nancy, now standing at the foot of the bed, whips down the pants and underwear, revealing how his freed, fat cock stood to attention in it's proud salute.

Ian is quick to get back on the bed again, quick to press his weight against Nancy's, driving her crazy as the tip of his diamond hard, throbbing cock pressed hard against his wife's clit.

Then, without warning, the position between Ian and Nancy change as she forcefully pushes his weight off of her and he lands on his back right next to her. Confused, Iann looks at Nancy strangely, "What are you doing?"

All Nancy did was merely give Ian a sultry smile before rolling her weight on top of his and placing her lips against his for a deep, hungry kiss that lingered until it was necessary to come up for air again.

With a playful look, matched by a sly grin, Nancy throatily answers her stratled husband's question, "What I want to do."

At this point all Ian could do was watch on as Nancy trailed her kisses from his lips, to his chin, along his neck, and further down as she continued to kiss him inch by inch on her slow road to her chosen destination.

By now Ian was gasping out throaty moans as he could feel one electrical surge after another course through his entire body, inside and out. His cock was already throbbing to the point where it could explode at any second.

His fingers drove into the satin sheets, taking in fistfuls of fabric as his sexy wife continued her slow, erotic torture. He then lets out a loud cry once Nancy placed a soft and gentle kiss against the tip of his pole, making a point to lick off the pre-cum that oozed out from the excitement of it all.

It was amazing he didn't explode right there, but Ian was determined to maintain control, despite the fact his throaty moans had now turned into throaty cries.

Ian could feel his entire body shudder the moment Nancy took him into her mouth, slowly sucking up and down his shaft. Her slurping noises grew louder as she hungrily sucked away, bobbing up and down in a maddened pace. She licked and teased the tip with her tongue while running her fingernails lightly over his balls. 

This caused Ian to start writhing and thrusting, determined to drive more of his throbbing cock deep in Nancy's mouth. When she looked up, meeting her eyes with his, she noticed tears were streaming out of Ian's eyes. With a smile, she pulls her head back until her mouth was no longer savoring Ian's rock hard rod.

With a gleam in her dark blue, penetrating eyes and a smirk, she innocently asks, "Am I that bad? Have I lost my touch?"

Now displaying a mock look of hurt and disappointment, Nancy merely lies on her back next to Ian, "I'm sorry. I'll stop then."

Ian, despite being so audible with desire, was unable to speak coherently. All he could do was turn his head, gaze upon the perfect, milky skin of his wife and eye how she has her long, shapely legs slightly spread apart as if waiting for him.

With a loud roar, Ian sits up from the bed, rolls himself on top of his wife and looks at her with a hunger that sent chills down her spine. With a determined, devilish grin, he growls. "Stop? You will do no such thing!"

By now Nancy's pussy lips were already swollen and glistening with juices. Ian's desire for her had reached new heights he didn't think was possible. Withouth further hestitation, he kneels between her legs, running his hands over her thighs, stomach and clit as her hips moved to meet his fingers. He planted kisses all over her flat stomach before he slowly moved to kiss her clit and all around her beautifully bald pussy.

Nancy stroked Ian's head and moaned softly as she began was now lost in her own lustful world once her husband slid his tongue up and down her vaginal lips, occasionally darting inside to taste her. He continued to gently lick and kiss her clit.

Moaning louder and hips grinding, Nancy was now beyond lost in ecstasy. Ian's wet, hot mouth continued to focus it's attention to the outside of her pussy while he slipped two fingers inside her and slowly moved them in and out, causing Nancy to breathe much harder as she felt herself start to explode.

"Fuck me now, you bastard!" Nancy cries out desperately.

Ian loved it when Nancy would start to talk raunchy. He got off on it. Ian's pole was so hard right now he thought he was going to pass out before reaching his ultimate goal. He quickly entered Nancy and began rapidly pounding her with long, punishing strokes.

It didn't take long before their bodies were starting to betray them, demanding to climax in full force.

Ian was pumping like a speednig piston while Nancy goes all out to verbally and physically encourage him. Between her loud cries and those long fingers of hers driving into the flesh of his buttocks, Ian was making loud grunting noises and breathing in gasps as he moved inside her.

Nancy's womanhood was completely filled by Ian's long, fat cock as it continued punishing her cervix. She began to shudder uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, causing Iann to fly over the edge as he began shooting his hot seed deep inside her.

She could feel it spilling out of her flooded womb as he continued to thrust. Now slowing down, like a car running out of gas, Ian gazes upon the angelic beauty of his wife. "I can never say it enough. I love you."

With a heartfelt smile, Nancy wraps her arms around her husband's neck and shoulders, pulling him even closer to her as she could still feel his rod embedded deep inside her. "And I couldn't possibly say it enough, Ian. I love you."



The Party After the Party



My twin sister Janelle and I grew up very close. We grew up on a farm, moved several times with my Dad's promotions and ended up in a small town for high school and everything beyond. 

Every time we moved to a new town, I wouldn't even bother trying to make new friends; I really didn't have to. I would just wait for all the guys in the school to check Janelle out, develop insta-crushes on her and eventually they realized I was her brother and thought, as most anyone would, it would be a good idea to become friends with me to get closer to her. It was natural; she's 5' 6" or so and around 110 pounds with nice sized tits. Her ass was a thing of perfection in both shape and dimension. I'd spent many days wishing she wasn't my sister so I could spend a day or ten exploring that body. 

Of course, they eventually found out I was pretty cool in my own right and I could very easily sort out who I wanted to hang out with and who I knew were the assholes after one thing they would never get. I say never get because as this unwritten process went on, I would fill Janelle in on who the cool guys were and who to steer clear from. She could always take care of herself and I was big enough that no one would ever dare try anything more than what she wanted for fear of either myself or those I became friends who usually became very protective of her because they did like me so much. It was really a great deal for both of us. No secrets were safe between my sister and I as far as guys and girls at school but we only shared them between the two of us so everyone told us everything because we didn't have reputations as "talkers". 

We bounced around through five different schools between our move from the farm after 6th grade to our last move to where we ended up in high school. In that time, we were often subjected to my fathers' obsession of buying worn out, tired houses with a dream of fixing them up himself and selling them at a profit. This almost never happened, by the way. But in the attempt there were many showers and bathrooms without doors, single-sized bedrooms with 2 or more beds, or other annoying living conditions that sometimes leant themselves to allowing me to catch glimpses of Janelle's growing bodily assets. She was always beautiful, but when she started to develop for real, it was hard for me to find a lot of other girls good looking because I subconsciously compared them to my sister. 

The moves I mentioned were actually good for our relationship but wasn't so good for our grades and overall general behavior. With my Dad working literally all the time on either his sales job or whatever house he was trying renovate and my Mom having her hands more than full with running a business of her own, no one was left to monitor what we got into and what we got into fairly quickly after our first move was partying. 

We had a full bar my Dad had built at the farm for bridge parties, barn parties, you-name-it parties that we hosted quite a bit. When we moved the first time, all the wine and liquor and mixers were all put into a wardrobe box and stored in the basement of our new house along with fifty other boxes that had stuff from our big farmhouse that wouldn't fit in our ranch-style subdivision house. I was looking for my collection of comic books so I could reprice them and sell them for skateboarding funds when I came across that wardrobe box. That was the beginning of our partying days and the end of my straight A's days. 

We started having so much fun getting wasted every other day that summer, we really didn't do much else. I was skating and hanging out with a bunch of good-spirited pranksters that got into a lot of trouble without really getting into trouble and Janelle was in the yuppier crowd that spent more time talking about their girl stuff than anything. That's how it went for the next few years and next few moves...I'd stopped skating but kept on partying and she kept on with the yuppies and we'd merge the two in the two in the middle whenever we could so we could impress the yuppie girls with our ability to take fun to its limit without actually doing anything harmful and hook up in the process. 

When we got to high school and knew we were pretty much done with the moves, we did our thing, made friends quickly and picked up the partying almost as quickly. We had made friends faster there than anywhere we had been and there was a much easier gap to cross between her crowd and mine because the school we went to was so small. My Mom was still busier than most people should be with her business so we had our run of the place most of the time and we took full advantage. 

All that led up to one night that I'm still not sure if either of us regret or if it was something that just happened...

We were seniors toward the end of the school year. Both of us having recently turned 18 (obviously) and knowing our high school party years were very close to being behind us, we had people over one night when my Mom was closing and wouldn't be home until very late. There were probably 20 people there, all playing drinking games or smoking weed in small groups or just talking out on the deck. We lived out on a lake (not ON the lake...across the street from it) and it was a very clear, very warm night. We'd all been there a few hours and most, if not all, were pretty wasted when we got the phone call from my Mom saying she was on the way home. 

Janelle and I freaked out equally about how we were going to get everyone out, all the beer cans picked up and the smell of smoke (both cigarette and marijuana) out of the house in the 20 minutes it was going to take for my Mom to get home. Everyone being used to the drill, getting the people out was no problem. We were done getting the beer cans picked up and were looking in the corners and hidden spots for stray cans when the phone rang again. It was my Mom again to tell us she was going to go have a few drinks with her friend and was going to crash over at her place and would be home first thing in the morning. 

Janelle hung up the phone and flopped down on the couch. "Wonder where everyone ended up...Mom's not coming home now." she told me.

I set down my garbage bag full of cans and sat in a chair opposite my sister. "Man, even if we knew where they went, I'm too fucked up to drive..." 

Janelle had a short burst of laughter at my comment, "No shit, I'm fucked up from the ground up myself!" she said, making herself laugh all over again. She always did claim to be a little more messed up than she actually was. A lot of people in our high school did that for some reason...I never could explain it.

"Ah well, at least we had till 1...coulda been worse, she could have called at 10 y'know?" I said trying to make both of us feel better.

"Riggghhhtttt..." Janelle replied, gazing into space with her arms limp at her sides.

I looked around a bit in silent thought of nothing and looked back at Janelle. Her legs were spread a bit as she just lay there and I could see right up her skirt to her lacy white underwear. My buzz must have kicked me in the head because I just sat there staring for who knows how long.

"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," she said, not making any attempt to hide the view at all.

I didn't want to cause a scene and I didn't want her to think her catching me checking out her crotch was in any way humiliating to me so I simply replied, "Ya know, I would...but pictures never really capture the moment as well as you would think." I glanced up to her face while I said this but went right back down to her panties after I finished talking to prove my point that I wasn't embarrassed at all at being busted. I figured I'd ride out whatever comments were sure to come and gracefully exit the situation so neither of us would feel uncomfortable. 

"I agree," she said, "especially when something unexpected happens..." And with that, she slid her right hand up the side of her thigh, over the top of it and under her skirt letting her fingertips graze the outside of her mound. She kept her eyes right on me, possibly gauging my reaction, but with an expression on her face that seemed almost like a challenge for me to say or do something to keep this little moment going.

Part of my mind, probably the sober part, was screaming, "Holy shit, dude! Your sister is getting herself off right in front of you! I mean Holy ShiT!!" The 

I leaned back in my chair as if relaxing but was really giving myself a better view. "See, that's exactly what I mean..." I brought both my hands up to rest on the inside of my thighs, just off my cock, and kept staring at her hand. She had wormed her fingers inside her panties and I could see the back of her fingers pressing out against the material as she stroked her lips. 

Her expression changed a bit and I got the feeling that she was feeling very horny from being buzzed all night and was going to get herself off whether anyone was there to see it or not, even if it was her twin brother! By now my dick was nearing rock hard and I began rubbing myself outside my shorts in pace with her hand.

"Seems I'm a bit ahead of you, bro...you got some catching up to do," as her breathing picked up a bit. Her skirt had ridden up so my view was all but unobstructed now. I was catching glimpses of her fingers and there was more and more of a sheen to them telling me she was getting very very wet.

I unzipped my shorts and fished out my cock and let it lay on my lap as I continued watching. I could tell by the movements of her hand that she had at least one finger pumping in and out of her pussy. My heart was beating so hard and I had huge amounts of adrenaline pouring though me. This was by far the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in person and I wasn't going to stop her if she didn't. 

"Oh fuck it..." I heard her say under her breath and she raised her ass off the couch and slid her panties down her long tan legs and off. Her skirt was pushed so far up, it was almost as if she didn't have one on at all. "There, much better..." she said, as she moved her hands back to her pussy. Her right was stroking her lips while her left hand was rolling her clit in broad circles. Her moans were intensifying by the second as she played with herself and stared at my rock-hard dick. 

"Take it out, Jon. I want to see it, she almost panted to me, never taking her eyes off my member. She glanced up to my face and repeated, "I want to see all of you...now."

I stood just long enough to take off my shorts and boxers and sat back down, now slowly stroking my cock as I watched her. I didn't want to go too fast because I wanted this to last. How often does a guy get to watch his model-beautiful sister get herself off right in front of him and ask him to do the same??

Janelle put her head back, moaning deeply as she plunged two fingers into her pussy now. I took this opportunity to slide forward on my chair and down to my hands and knees on the floor. I crawled quietly over to where she was on the couch and positioned myself between her legs. Once there, I brought myself up to my knees admiring her beautiful body and she lay there moaning. 

I brought my cock up so it was straight out from my body and just leaned forward slowly until the head was brushing the back of the fingers massaging her clit. Her head shot up in surprise and her hand slowed almost to a stop but they did not stop. 

Her eyes looked up into mine, almost pleading, "Jon, my God I want to so bad but we can't..." the fingertips of her left hand were brushing the head of my dick and I leaned in a bit so the bulbous head was mashing against her clit, sending a jolt through her entire body. 

Looking down at her the whole time, waiting for any kind of resistance, I let the fingertips that were tracing the head of my dick hold it down and I reached with both my hands and lifted her tight shirt up and off. I tossed it off to the side and reached to her waist and unfastened her skirt and tossed that aside as well, leaving her in just her white lacy bra and she looked so sexy like that, I'll never forget it. 

She actually leaned up and reached behind her to release the clasp and her gorgeous 36C tits were exposed to me. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, letting our tongues entwine in a sweet battle. By then I was hunching my hips forward and she was aiming my cock at her clit so it would slide against it on the way up and down on each pass. 

We were both out of breath from french kissing so we finally broke the kiss and I went to work on those beautiful tits and she rested her chin on the top of my shoulder, moaning more and more loudly.

"Oh GOD, Jon! We shouldn't...we CAN'T...Oh my God...mmmmMMM...Oh I want to put it in so BAD..mMMMMM!!" she was saying over and over again.

I kept hunching against her clit for a few minutes before I leaned back away from her a bit. I looked down at her gorgeous body, lowered the angle of my hip-thrust and slid right into her hot pussy, watching her mouth open in a silent "OH". Her eyes fluttered shut as her entire body shivered more and more with every inch of my dick sliding into her pussy. I pulled out at about half-way and slid it back in all the way to the hilt and held it there, waiting for her reaction.

Her breathing didn't slow down but she opened her eyes, "Oh my God, your dick is in me...you're fucking me...we're fucking!" She locked her ankles behind my back, right above my butt and pulled me in even further if that was possible. I took that as my cue and drew all the way out before plunging back in and falling into a nice slow rhythm. 

"MMMmmm...Oh shit! We're fucking, Jon! Oohhh shit, you feel good...your cock feels so good! Keep fucking me, fuck the shit outta me! FUCK!" 

I don't really talk all that much during sex so I just kept pounding her silky pussy before leaning down and saying, "Turn around, I want to fuck you from behind." She looked up at me as if "you little devil!" and unlocked her legs from behind me. She put her knees on the edge of the couch and held onto the top edge of it. Talk about your centerfold shots...this was it!

I moved behind her and lined my cock up and slid it all the way into her in one long stroke. She helped by pushing back against me until my stomach was up against her perfect ass cheeks. I rested my hands on those perfect globes and watched as I started pumping my cock in and out of her at a faster and faster rate. I could tell I wasn't going to last long now.

"Ahhhhh Jan, your pussy feels so fucking good..." was all I could say. And all I could hear was the slapping of our bodies as I fucked her and she humped back against me. 

All of a sudden, she raised up on her knees and stopped moving, "Oh shit, I'm CUMMMMmmminnngg!!! NNNnhh...Oh oh oh YESSSSsssss!!!"

I couldn't take it any longer. I pulled out and started sliding my cock up and down between her butt cheeks and started cumming hard. 

"Arrgnn!! I'm cumming!" I shouted as my first jet landed on her lower back and the rest piled up all over her ass. I was spent and had a completely different kind of buzz now as I'm sure she did too. 

I was trying to catch my breath as I looked at the puddles of cum on my sister's back when I saw her pick her head up and turn back to look at me. She said, "Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer..." 

I just smiled, knowing this might just be the beginning of a wonderful summer...



The Party Again



This is a continuation of a previous story called The Party. The stories are not a series but feature the same characters and theme.

Hello, my name is Jessica. I am the mother of two children aged 8 and 18 months. My husband of one year was killed a year ago. He was first my boss, then my lover and finally my husband as well as the father of my youngest child. Unfortunately, he was killed a year ago in a crash of our private jet while on a business trip. Normally I would have traveled with him but my son was sick and my parents were down with the flu so stayed at home.

My husband was a very successful business man who had created a very profitable company of which he was the CEO. Within months of his death I was adjusting to being a very wealthy widow with two children. Prior to getting married I accompanied my future husband Dave, to a special party in Florida. At this party, I had dinner with two strangers who had free access to my body, during dinner someone turned up the intensity of the two ben wah balls in my vagina and I nearly fell into my soup as my body was wracked with an orgasm.

Later I and several other women were paraded to the front of the room where we were stripped naked in front of two dozen strangers, including my boss and my cousin. Later we were led out to the pool deck and we each lay back on sun loungers and made our bodies available to any of the men. Fifteen men entered my vagina and to some degree ejaculated into me. I blew my boss after having my cousin enter my anal canal with twenty people watching us.

During my visit to Florida, I made friends with Margo who was one of the other ladies who made themselves available to the men. I also meet Dr. Ed who first performed a gynecological exam on me before bringing me to my first orgasm. All of this happened in front the other ladies. Later, Dr. Ed penetrated my vagina with his erection. Even though he was the last of the men to have sex with me, he brought me to a real orgasm that required no faking on my part.

The next morning, Margo introduced Dr. Ed as her husband and informed me that the two of them were the owners and promoters of The Party. For the next two years we kept in touch by email. Because Dave and I were trying to have a child, we did not accept Margo's invitation to attend another Party. When I was six months pregnant Dave and I were in Miami on business and spent the evening with Dr Ed and Margo. After dinner we returned to their house and sat out on the patio while the others enjoyed an after dinner drink, I settled for some fruit juice.

We talked for over an hour until Margo's two children came out on the pool deck. Amy was fifteen and Jill fourteen. Too my surprise Amy and Jill were naked when they came out of the house and walked over to their parents. Neither of the kids seemed embarrassed about being naked in front of Dave and me. Jill and Amy then jumped into the pool and began splashing around.

Margo looked at Dave and me and said, "Shall we join them, I'll get suits if you are newly modest. Ed and I will strip down and join them."

I looked at Dave and then began unbuttoning my blouse. "It sounds too good to pass up after the winter we had up north. If my sometime Doctor says OK, I will join in."

Dr. Ed nodded his approval and I quickly stripped down. With as much grace as I could muster, I waddled to the pool and walked down the steps into the warm water. 

That was the last time Margo and Ed saw Dave. Ed and Margo could not attend the funeral for Dave. Two weeks later Margo visited and spent a week with me. At first we sat around and talked in hushed tones, by the third day Margo had me naked and laughing around the pool. My son enjoyed Margo and when she left, he wanted to go to Florida and visit her.

That brings you up to date with my life since last we talked. Today, I am traveling to Florida not to visit Margo and Ed but to attend one of their parties as one of the participating ladies.

For the last year my sex life had been virtually nothing. The only sex I had since Dave had died was with my own hand and one time with a friend. Two months ago my cousin and his wife visited me for a week while he was on a business trip. During the first party, my cousin was in attendance and decided that he would enjoy me. At the end of the intermission, he found me as I came back from washing off the mess between my legs. 

My cousin, Al, stopped me and bent me over the back of a chair. To my surprise Al put his finger in my vagina and then spread my juices around my anus. He then put the tip of his erection at my rear entrance. To my surprise he pushed into me and his penis gradually entered my body. I was not accustomed to anal sex and felt pain as he entered. By the time he was fully inside me, I was over the pain and began to enjoy the sensations. He came eventually and I could feel his seed flow out of me as he withdrew.

I stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and with juices running down both of my legs; I continued my walked back to my lounge. Later he held me to his chest when I lost total control due to an orgasm following several enjoyable fucks topped off by Dr. Ed. It took me several minutes in his arms before I was able to sit up and finally walk to the pool to clean up at the end of the night.

When Al and his wife arrived we spent the first evening catching up on family news. The next day, his wife Jane and I were sitting by the pool enjoying the sun. As usual, when friends were visiting, I was wearing a modest bikini that was suitable for a mother of two. When Ann asked, "would it be alright if I took my top off and get more of a tan?"

I said, "Sure, I will join you." Quickly we both removed our tops and laid back to enjoy the sun. For the next hour we relaxed and talked about families and kids. Ann finally brought up the subject of sex.

Ann finally said, "How is your sex life without Dave?"

I responded, "Virtually non existence with the exception of my hand."

"Well, maybe you need to go back to a party in the Florida Keys."

I was relieved that Ann was not disturbed knowing about Al and me. She then continued, "in fact I have been to two parties myself."

"Well I guess you enjoyed The Party since you volunteered to return. I have not really thought about that option."

Ann rose up on her hips and pulled her swim suit down leaving her totally naked. "I have wondered if that was true. I think that under the circumstances the three of us should spend the night together. Then you can at least see if everything still works."

I was shocked at her suggestion of sleeping with her and Al. However, the longer I thought about it, I began to get aroused and interested in something besides a plastic dildo between my legs. I removed the rest of swim attire just as Al arrived. As he walked out onto the deck, I attempted to cover up. 

Ann looked at my efforts and began to laugh, "What do you need to hide, I think Al has seen pretty much all of you before." I then quit my efforts for modesty and just laid back and allowed Al to survey me.

Al looked at me and finally said, "You look really good Jessica, you don't look like a mother of two."

"Jessica is thinking about sleeping with us tonight, she said that her sex life is zero right now."

I looked over at Al, "Would that be alright with you?"

Al smiled and said, "I would love too."

I said, "When the kids get home from school and day care we will have a quick dinner and then see what happens in my bedroom."

Later that night we are all three laying in my bed, we had stripped off our clothes as soon as we entered the room. I was lying between Ann and Al and they were both were caressing my breasts while Ann touched my clitoris and Al pushed first one then two fingers into my tight vagina. With their touches, my body responded and I began to feel the stirrings of arousal between my legs. When Al moved his fingers up to my mouth, I found that I was really wet and when Al gently pushed three fingers into me, I knew I was ready for sex again.

"Would you please get that thing in me, I can't wait any longer."

Al moved around so that he was kneeling between my spread legs. He leaned forward and kissed me. Ann continued to touch my clit and breast. Al reached between us and guided his erection to the entrance to my vagina. Before he pushed into me, he asked, "Do I need to pull out or can I cum inside you?"

I nodded no and said, "I am still on the pill."

Al pushed into me and began to thrust in and out. We quickly got into a rhythm and I pushed back against. Suddenly my body reacted and my abdomen was racked with a spasm and my legs pushed up and nearly pushed Al off my body. For several seconds I held this position until I finally came down and regained my senses. 

Al pushed back into me and held his position. "Do you want me to continue?"

"Oh yes, I need you. Ann don't stop, I need you too."

An hour later Al and I was sexually satiated and Ann was obviously frustrated. I took Al's hand and placed it on Ann's pubic hair and said, "Ann needs you now."

An hour later we were all sound asleep. None of us were concerned about the multiple wet spots on the bed as we sought the comfort of holding each other.

The next morning the three of sat around the pool after the kids had left for school. I looked at Ann, "Tell me about your experiences at the party."

"Well the first time, was nothing but sex. I serviced a dozen men in my vagina, two in my ass and swallowed the semen of at least six more. The second time started out even better. I had a dozen men in my vagina and another two in my ass. After the break, I needed a lot of lubricant to take the first man in my vagina. Finally, I started to get aroused and my lubricant began to flow. My third man wanted me to be on top. As I was moving down upon him and he was pushing into my vagina, another man put his erect penis at the entrance to my ass. I had never serviced two men at once so I sort of wanted to try it. The man at my back immediately pushed into me when I gave no indication of resistance. He must have been a lot larger than any other man who had entered my ass and when he pushed in I felt a lot of pain. I waited a few seconds hoping the pain would subside. When it didn't, I pushed back and the man in my vagina was buried all the way in me. The man at my backside lost his balance and abruptly pulled out. Fortunately Dr. Ed was standing right behind me and immediately saw the blood flowing out of my bowels."

"By now the pain was intense and Dr. Ed pulled me up onto my knees. The man below me came just as I pulled off of him and sprayed his spunk all over my stomach. Dr. Ed helped me into the room where his examination table was set up. He placed me face down on the table and began to examine my anus. Al had been with another woman and did not see what had happened to me until he finished with her. He rushed into the room as Dr. Ed was probing my backside. When my bleeding stopped he packed my anus with cotton and medicine. I was fortunate, I suffered no permanent injury just a bad scare. The only one who suffers now is Al who is no longer allowed in my backside."

"That sounded scary. I bet you would never go back again for another Party?"

"Oh yes I would, in fact we plan to go in two months. Remember anal intercourse is at the option of the lady."

The rest of the week was full of sex and when they left, I felt alone without my cousin to service me at night. Within a week, I called Margo and asked, "Is your invitation still open for me to come to another Party?"

"Margo said yes, you are always welcome." We made arrangements for me to attend a Party in six weeks which brings us today.

I had landed at Miami airport and immediately went into the first family restroom I found. I had been wearing a dressy pant suit that was perfect for the cooler weather at home and the flight. Now that I was in Florida, I needed something a little lighter. I took off all my clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror. I pulled the sun dress over my head and let it fall into place. I again looked in the mirror and realized that the top was really too lose to go without a bra. No panties presented little modesty problems as the dress was not that short. Realizing that I had to be careful when sitting and when someone was standing beside me, I left the room and headed for the limo pickup area.

My driver was waiting for me and indicated that another passenger would be joining us. I was sitting in the back seat when the door opened and in stepped Ann. Sorry, I am late but my plane was delayed and I walked directly here. 

The car was not a typical limo with a sliding door separating the passengers from the driver. Instead we were riding in a luxury sedan with plenty of legroom in the rear. 

After some idle chatter we were on the interstate heading for US 1 and the Florida Keys. When the traffic had cleared, Ann said, "I need to undress and get rid of my underwear. Do you think the driver would mind?"

"No, I don't think so but I am worried he won't keep his eyes on the road."

Ann decided that if she sat right behind him he would not be able to see. She started to unbutton her blouse as I leaned forward to talk with the driver. I am sure the view down my top took his full attention but was not so enticing that he would not look at the road. Ann was now naked beside me. I reached back and took her clothes and put them on the floor to my right.

Ann was now naked and would need to crawl over me to get to her clothes. I leaned over, "Why are you so modest, in six hours you will be naked in front of two dozen men. What is one more?"

I then relented and handed her the dress. She pulled it over her head and worked it down her body. I am sure the driver could see glimpses in the mirror.

Two hours later we arrived at the conference center where the Parties are held. The driver placed our bags in the reception area. Per Margo's rules this was the only part of the building where clothes are required. After checking in, Ann and I went to our rooms with plans to meet by the pool in an hour. 

I pulled off my dress and hung the rest of my clothes in the closet. I decided it was too early to take my shower so I immediately headed for the pool. Six other naked women were sitting around the pool when I arrived. Shortly after Ann arrived, Margo and Dr. Ed walked out on the deck. Margo was already naked and I assumed that she was going to be one of the girls tonight. As usual, two of the girls tried to cover up in front of Dr. Ed. The rest of us laughed and someone chided them that he was only the first of many men who would see them naked tonight.

I was beginning to respond to the public nudity. Ever since the car ride, my juices were flowing and I could feel a definite dampness between my legs. Now it was really getting serious in that I could feel fluid running down to my ass and onto the fabric of the seat pad. I hoped that it would continue to flow when one of these pads was under my body and my legs were spread waiting for a man to enter me.

Margo came around and talked with each of us. For the newcomers, she gave them a brief explanation of the sequence of events. When everyone had been talked with she came over and sat down with Ann and me.

After a snack, Ann and I walked into the preparation room. In the middle was Dr, Ed's examination table and along the back wall were two racks holding our gowns. Dr Ed called Ann over, "Do you want to be first?"

"Yes, remember to check my little problem from last time."

Dr. Ed immediately guided Ann to the table and guided her into position. He followed the normal procedure until just before he was going to make her cum; he rolled her over and spread her cheeks. After looking at her, he patted her bottom indicating that she should roll over. Ann lay back on her back spreading her legs as she awaited Dr. Ed's wonderful caresses and touch. Before he touched her, Dr. Ed whispered to Ann that she should not allow anything into her anus tonight.

In a of matter minutes, Dr. Ed's efforts had Ann was so relaxed that when her orgasm hit her she was totally unprepared. In two minutes Margo and I were helping a totally limp Ann to a chair where she collapsed with a smile on her face.

I then lay back on the table. Dr. Ed checked my breasts and upper body before he moved between my legs. When his finger first entered my vagina, I had no problem relaxing enough for him to slide all the way in. The speculum was also accommodated without a problem. As he continued to check me, I could feel my fluids running down to my ass. Usually when a woman is having a gynecologist check between her legs, she makes every effort to cover any resulting sexual excitement. However, with Dr. Ed between your legs you automatically went with the flow. 

By the time he was finished with his examination, I was fully aroused and was waiting for Dr. Ed to finish me off. With little effort, he had me feeling like a bowl of jelly. My arms could not move and my legs could not hold my weight after the intense orgasm at the hand of Dr. Ed. Margo and another girl helped me to couch next to Ann where I collapsed as I recovered my senses.

I was fully recovered when Margo was in throws of her orgasm. Ann and I had been rather quiet with ours, but Dr. Ed always said Margo was a screamer and tonight she proved it again. When she was done, Dr. Ed helped his wife to a chair and returned to the next girl who was quickly getting into position.

Ann and I walked across the room to the shower area. I could feel my juices running down my legs as I walked. Ann looked at me, "I am a mess down there, I don't know if even a shower will clean me up."

Later we got our hair done and were sitting on a chair waiting for the others to finish up. When all of us were ready, Margo walked to the center of the room while Dr. Ed carried a tray with what looked like small wieners lay on top. Margo took one of the items on the tray and held it up for us all to see. It looked like a medium sized penis, with an appendage pointing upwards. Small straps ran from the penis. 

Margo inserted the penis into her vagina and rested the appendage in the area of her clitoris. She then wrapped the strap around her waist to hold it in place. Margo explained that the units were remote controlled vibrators. Each one was individually marked and the remote control was held by two men who would be our dinner companions. It was our task during the cocktail hour to find who had our controller.

Dr. Ed and Margo passed the dildos around and made sure that each of us had the units properly in place. We then walked to the racks and selected a gown that matched our coloring. Modesty was not one of the features of the gowns. My selection stopped just an inch below my bottom. The top was two ribbons that tied around my neck and if carefully placed could cover most of my nipples and areoles. My skirt consisted of two narrow panels that covered the middle of my butt and most of pubic area.

When all of us were "dressed", Margo gathered us at the door and reminded us of the rules for the evening. "Any of the men may touch us anywhere on our body at any time. However they may not touch your lips or anus in any way without your permission. That means no kissing on the lips, oral sex or anal sex without your OK. I would also suggest that you coat your vaginal entrance with lubricant before the first man enters you and after the break. I will also ask two of you to join me in some lesbian entertainment at the break."

"Come back to this room after you have your swim, the Doctor will again check you and if you are still menstruating he will give you a morning after pill just in case. I would also suggest that all of you douche and lubricate your vagina and anus before you go to bed. More than likely you will be sore between your legs and your breasts will be bruised tomorrow morning. The Doctor will check you again in the morning before you leave. Now smile, and let's go."




The Party Again



Just as we walked out of the room the things in our vaginas all started to move and vibrate. The feeling was very intense and pleasurable as both our vaginas and our clitoris was stimulated. By the time we reached the ball room, I could barely walk and Ann was holding onto the railing. Suddenly the things stopped moving and we started to regain control of our bodies.

Finally we entered the ball room and began to circulate among the men. All of them were friendly and were anxious to identify their dinner partner. Suddenly my thing began to vibrate again. As I attempted to maintain my composure, two men approached me. They held out a control and adjusted the speed. When I said, "Sorry it's not me." They moved on to look for another girl. As fast as it started, my thing stopped. Another pair of men approached me and when their unit did not control my thing they moved on.

My cousin and his guest approached, we smiled and talked for a few minutes. When they took their control out and turned it to full, I nearly collapsed on the floor. My cousin held me up and the other man turned the unit off. I could only stare as my cousin said, "Well I guess we found our dinner companion."

As my cousin held me up, his friend moved my ribbons and stared at my bare breasts. Cousin Al also took advantage when he pulled up my front panel and checked that the numbers matched on my thing and his controller. Again I felt totally relaxed and powerless, as my cousin continued to hold me up. When I finally recovered my strength, he leaned down and kissed my cheek. "You look like you are ready for a night of fun."

I smiled, "Not only with you and your friend but I hope to enjoy your wife at the break."

With that we moved to our table and sat down. Our conversation resumed as the waiters brought the first course. I looked around the room and saw Ann at the next table and she bent over holding her abdomen. Her chin was right beside her bowl of soup and there was a look pure pleasure on her face. I looked at her husband and my cousin and saw a very ornery smile on his face. I remembered when we were young; he tried to make my life miserable by doing anything he could to torment me. Just then I could start feeling a very pleasant sensation between my legs and around my clitoris. I tried to ignore the feeling but I knew it was only the beginning of my torture instead of a pleasant dinner. 

Just as I lifted a spoon of soup to my mouth, the frequency of the vibrations in my vagina increased. Before I could take the soup in my mouth, I was thrown into muscle spasms that doubled my body over and my chin was also near my soup. Even though the sensations brought great pleasure, I knew that I was totally unable to control my body. Suddenly the source of my pleasure stopped and I began to regain control of my body. My senses were totally saturated with pleasure sensations and I looked forward to the next round of sensations rather than enjoy a wonderful steak dinner. 

I looked down and saw that my breasts were totally exposed and the little scrap of cloth that was supposed to cover my groin was pulled to the side leaving all my privates exposed to anyone who wanted to look. In a few minutes, I had recovered enough that I could continue eating my dinner. I had just finished my main course when I saw a gleam in my cousin's eye. This time after he had started my thing, he had me stand up. He then helped me up on my chair seat as he turned up the frequency of the vibrations. As I stood up facing all the audience, the second man unhooked the belt holding my "dress" together and I was now completely naked. More importantly my hands were back on my abdomen. My left hand slipped down and pressed into my pubic area with two fingers pushed up into my vagina. My other hand moved to my left breast and I began to massage my breast then I began to pinch my nipple. For several minutes I shared my intense orgasm with everyone. As my orgasm peaked, my cousin stood and held me up. He then held me so that I could slide down into my seat. 

The desert was very tasty but my body was satiated with sexual pleasure I could hardly taste the cherry topping. I could barely remain seated and several times my cousin had to pull me back up as I slumped against him. One time he kissed me on the cheek and then whispered in my ear, "I am sorry if offended you."

"No, our bodies are here for your pleasure and mine. Right now my vagina could take a horse it is so wet. But believe me, I feel wonderful even though I should be embarrassed." I then smiled and kissed him on the lips. When I became capable of functioning, I glanced over at Ann who had been watching me and her husband. She was smiling and you could tell that she was on a sexual high.

Dr. Ed walked on the stage and asked all the ladies to come forward. With the help of Margo and Ann, I was able to make onto the stage. Even though I was completely naked and my legs were wet down to my ankles, I was not ashamed only sexually aroused. I was second to talk with Dr. Ed, who asked what happened to my dress and then asked if I was enjoying myself. He then reached down and removed the thing from my around my waist and inside my vagina. I sort of regretted losing my thing; it had given me a lot of pleasure. 

Margo guided back to the dressing room where all of us took care of our bladders and cleaned up our pussies, mons and legs. Dr. Ed reminded us not to douche until the evening was over. I put some lubricant on my pussy lips and up into my vagina. I also put some lube in my anal track.

Dr. Ed then asked for all of us to gather around the examination table where Margo was laying with her ankles up in the air and her vagina open for all to see. Dr. Ed then walked over beside Margo's right hip. Dr. Ed took on a serious note as he said, "After observing several of these events during the last few years, I have observed that the women who experience the most vaginal discomfort after having intercourse with several men were not sufficiently aroused so that their vaginal opening was not sufficiently open for the first two or three partners. After discussing this, Margo and I strongly recommend that when vagina is being penetrated the first few times, you should reach down with your hands and pull your vaginal lips open. This keeps your less than lubricated outer lips from rolling into your vagina and causing abrasions at the entrance to your vagina. Now everyone go out there and have fun. Remember we are here to give and get pleasure."

Margo, Ann and I walked out to the pool deck and were met by all the men who were now as naked as us. During the reception and dinner, I had tried to imagine how some of the men would look naked. To my surprise, my cousin was endowed as well as any of the others. The last time I was here, I really had not seen his package, only felt it. 

Margo headed for the first lounge and picked the one next to her. Ann was on my left and would have a ringside seat when her husband took me. My cousin as planned would be my first and he followed me to my lounge. He stood at the end facing me as I sat down and pulled my legs up. With my feet on the edge of the lounge and my knees bent, my pubic area and vaginal opening were on open display to all. My cousin put his hands on the lounge and dropped to his knees. He then leaned forward and began to lick my lip up to my clitoris. I had not expected any foreplay and was instead ready for his penis to invade my vagina.

As he continued to pleasure me my arousal continued to rise and my fluids began to flow again. Looking at Ann, she was holding her vaginal lips open in anticipation of the penis that headed for it. I noticed a little grimace as her vagina was filled. After a few moments she obviously relaxed and began to enjoy the invasion. I looked at Margo and she was being pounded by a man who had no interest in her pleasure or comfort, only his. In my case my cousin continued to lick and nibble on my sensitive areas. His hands were also touching my breasts and pinching my nipples.

Suddenly my body froze and my head started to swing from side to side. My abdominal muscles contracted and my groin rose a foot off the lounge. I then heard a loud moan followed a scream from somewhere nearby until I realized it was coming from me. My cousin continued to caress and lick my body as I was wracked with spasm after spasm. When I finally began to calm down, my cousin leaned up and kissed me on the mouth. By instinct, I opened my lips and his tongue searched my mouth and I could taste myself on his lips. 

When I was back to near normal, my cousin asked with a smile, "May I now fuck you?"

As I rearranged my legs in preparation for a wonderful penetration of my body, I said, "I can't refuse such a gallant man."

I glanced over at Ann and she was again being penetrated by another man. She gave me a smile and reached her hand for mine. As my cousin, her husband pushed his erect penis into my waiting vagina Ann and I held hands and smiled at each other. I wrapped my thighs around his back and started to pull him into me when pushed inward. Again I started to feel so relaxed and was enjoying myself so much until my cousin reached down and pushed on my clitoris. All of sudden I again lost control and tightened my legs around him and pushed my body upwards as he thrust into me. I then let out a scream as my body froze. 

My cousin was nearly pushed off the lounge but continued to keep his penis in my vagina. As I started to come down from my high, my cousin pushed in and stopped. I could feel his seed spread around my vagina. He then collapsed down on me. I was still not fully recovered when my cousin lifted his body upwards and kneeled between my legs. As I looked around, I found everyone watching me. Ann and Margo were sitting up and leaning towards me. Margo was the first person I could understand when they spoke. "Are you OK? I have never seen someone react that way. Even Dr. Ed with his magic fingers has never come close to making me lose it twice in a day let alone fifteen minutes. "

With a weak smile I said, "You should have felt it."

Margo then looked towards Ann, "How do you take living with him." 

Ann smiled, "It is easy, I enjoy a little one every day whether he screws me or not and when he does give me his all I have a mind blower two or three times a week."

Margo turned toward my cousin, "When you can, stop back I want some of what Jessica just got."

My cousin smiled and told Margo, "We have a date after the break."

My cousin got up and smiled down at me and said, "Jessica that was great." He then walked away to the accolades of several of the other men. 

Dr. Ed leaned down, "Jessica are you OK?" I weakly nodded my head yes. Dr. Ed smiled and said, "We have a date after the break. I am going to top your cousin."

Everyone gradually walked away leaving me with Ann and Margo. A man approached Margo and she laid back and spread her legs. Ann also lay back as another man pushed his erect penis into her vagina. Margo smiled as the man touched her breasts as he pushed into her. Finally a man got up the nerve to approach me. I guess all of them were a little intimidated by my cousin. He leaned down and asked, "May I join you?" I nodded and got into position to receive him.

I smiled as he pushed into me and began to thrust in and out of me. Shortly he tensed and I could feel his fluids flowing into me. As he shrunk inside me, I felt the fluids running down butt. I didn't really feel anything when the man fucked me. I felt no pain, nor pleasure. This continued for the next hour as seven or eight men masturbated to orgasm in my vagina. When Margo leaned over and told me it break time, I could only feel a sense of euphoria and mess of dried and wet sperm from my waist to my knees. Margo helped me up and guided me to the changing room. By the time I was in the room, my vagina had leaked enough fluid to wet my legs down to my ankles. 

In the room I stepped into the shower and cleaned the lower half of my body. I looked closely and could see no blood so I assumed that I was not injured. As I was drying off a very naked Dr. Ed asked me to let him check me on his examination table. I lay back and spread my legs as Dr. Ed examined my pelvic area. He had absolutely no trouble looking inside my vagina in since my lips still spread wide open. He looked up at me and with a smile said, "Your OK, see you in a minute."

As I walked back to the pool area and my bed for the evening, I remembered that Dr. Ed was planning to bring me to me knees sexually. I knew from prior experience, his fingers could bring me off in a matter of minutes. I also remembered that when we had intercourse before it was nothing special. From this I assumed that he would use his fingers to manipulate my pubic area and breasts until came again.

True to form, Dr. Ed started manipulating my body and regardless of all concentration he had me whimpering mass in a few minutes. This time he did not stop, he used his tongue on my mons, lips and clitoris. By the time he raised up I was rigid and screaming with pleasure. By the time I calmed down he positioned himself between my legs and aimed his erect penis at my open vagina. As expected he entered me with no resistance and I was forced to contract my muscles in order to create some friction between our sex organs. I was barely able to lift my legs so that my ankles were limply crossed on his back. He continued to thrust into me until I again tensed and gave off a moan. This time Margo was attentive to my reaction to sex with her husband. As with Ann she smiled and reached out to hold my hand. When I came down from my last high, Dr. Ed had pulled out and was looking down on me. He leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips. That was the last thing I remembered until Margo shook me awake when the party was over. 

She and Ann again helped me and held me up as we walked towards the pool for our traditional post sex swim. I was able to walk down the built in stairs and felt the warm water caress my legs and my torso. I paddled around for a few minutes until I was awake enough to walk back to the changing room. As soon as I walked into the room a now dressed Dr. Ed gave me a hug and said in a low voice, "welcome back, I didn't think I would put you asleep." He then headed me for the showers, patted my naked butt and said, "See you in a minute."

The water felt so good that I nearly collapsed when my legs started to relax. Fortunately I caught myself on the handle and with an effort moved to the toilet and inserted one the prepared douches into my vagina. I watched the sperm and my juices run into the water bowl. It seemed like a look of junk was coming out. As per Dr. Ed's instructions I flushed and resumed irrigating my vagina. After three flushes, the fluid coming out of me was clear indicating that I could stop.

My next stop was Dr. Ed's exam table and then I could head off for a drink or bed. My wait was short and I lay back and put my feet into the stirrups. Dr. Ed looked down at me and smiled. "You are really something. An hour ago you were writhing on your back with a doctor's penis sliding in and out of your vagina. Now after ten minutes of clean up, you are again beautiful women that is making horny."

I smiled up at him and said, "Well . . . if you see something you like, why don't you do something about it?"

As he thought about a response I could feel my juices beginning to flow again and my vagina began to itch for some attention. Dr. Ed then gently touched my clitoris and inserted a finger into my vagina. My body tensed as I had a mini orgasm. He continued to check me out, his speculum opened me up. Dr. Ed rose up with a smile said, "What a beautiful sight. You look fine and feeling all your lubrication you seem ready to go again."

I laughed and said, "Sorry, I need something new, you are probably done for the day." He smiled and patted my bottom as swung my legs off the side to the table. Margo followed me onto the table and smiled at me. Dr. Ed lovingly checked his wife our carefully. Ann had told me in the shower that she and Margo had been pounded all evening as the men were all inspired by what first, my cousin; then Dr. Ed were able to do with me.

When Margo got off the table, Ann took her place. Dr. Ed carefully checked her since she too had been pretty well used up during the evening. When the three of us were done, we walked out to the pool deck. A waiter was still on duty and offered to get us all refreshment. None of us gave any thought to our nudity in front of the man whose eyes jumped all over as he tried to see three sets of breasts and pussies. 

We found a clean table and sat in the chairs waiting for our drinks. Margo walked over to the bar area and asked for some snacks. As we sat down I could feel the moisture that running out of my vagina, down my butt onto the chair. When our drinks arrived, Dr. Ed came out and sat down with us. He sat next to his wife Margo put his arm around her and lightly caressed her right breast. We talked about the day and plans for the future. Ann was rather quiet and finally asked. "What is your secret Dr? During your first examination you are able to bring each of us to orgasm within seconds. You use nothing but your fingers to get us going."

"I have several advantages. First, you are all naked in front of several people and that stimulates your subconscious. You also are anticipating sex which also stimulates you sexual awareness. Next you know I will be observing and touching your most intimate parts. All of this makes my gentle attention enough bring you over the top. Most of you are not used to extended sexual stimulation nor are you used to manipulation of your private parts. I then make sure I pick ladies I know or have worked with before. That is why Jessica and Margo were first. They both knew what would happen and were extra stimulated when I touched them. Neither one of them wanted to have me succeed but under the circumstances could not resist. Now the rest of the ladies are watching what happened to Margo and Jessica and most wanted the same thing to happen to them. They were not looking forward to a penis in her vagina followed by spraying of her insides with a mess that would run down her leg. As a result of her anticipation, the exam was generally enough stimulation. Now Jessica here was a real challenge because she was looking forward to the sex but did not want to lose control to me or anyone else. However, once she was relaxed from then on it only took some tender loving by the man."

Ann thought about what he had said and then added, "For not being a woman, you sure have us figured out."

We then finished our drinks and we all headed for our rooms for good sleep. The next morning my alarm went off at 8:00 AM. I woke refreshed but my abdominal muscles and thighs were sore. My vagina felt like I could take on another dozen men. I got up and walked to the restroom and took care of business, combed my hair and walked outside to the changing room. I was totally naked as I passed several men who were working on the grounds. I was not embarrassed and did not want to go back for a robe. Dr. Ed and Margo were waiting when I walked in and immediately headed for the exam table. I assumed the position and Dr. Ed was between my legs quickly. He manipulated my vaginal lips, checked my clitoris and pulled open my vagina for a look inside. With a smile he said, "You are in good shape, how do you feel?

"Fine except my muscles are sore."

"I am not surprised, as hard as you came last night I would expect some spasms this morning. I would recommend a little swimming before breakfast."

Margo laughed and said, "I wish my muscles were sore. The only thing that hurts on me is vagina and pride."

I left the room and headed for the pool and proceeded to swim two laps. When I finished my hair was a mess but I felt so much better. I got a towel and dried off. Again several of the male staff stopped work to watch me dry off and then walk across the deck to the breakfast area. Being naked did not bother me even when others were still dressed. It gave me a sense of power to be able cause others to be so fascinated with my body.




The Party Again



I joined Ann at the table and we joked about how we were recovering. Ann was good except her vagina and her inner lips were sore from overuse. Ann asked me where I was going. I told her, "I am staying in Miami till Monday when I have a business meeting. I don't think I'll be out partying tonight." I didn't tell her my hotel reservation was on South Beach and that I intended to do a little nude sun bathing this afternoon and tomorrow.

When I returned to my room I took a shower and washed my hair. As my hair dried I packed and laid out clothes for my trip to Miami. As I selected my clothes, I decided a simple sundress worked best especially since I did not plan to wear a bra or panties. With hair done and bag packed I called the desk for a bag pick up. As I waited, I bent over and found that unless I held the dress against my chest my breasts were visible to anyone in front of me. I then sat down in front of the mirror and checked whether my bare pussy was visible when I crossed my legs. To my satisfaction it was visible as long as my thighs were not pressed together. 

The bellman knocked and let him in and headed for the reception area where my limo would be waiting. The driver was cute so I gave him a quick look down my dress and up my skirt as I sat down in the backseat of the car. As we pulled out of the resort, I wondered when I would be back and I began to think about my adventures in Miami.



The Party and The Play



The night was warm, humid, fecund even the very fabric of the old warehouse building lent character to the atmosphere. An underlying scent of bleach was accentuated by the familiar background of the Ganga smoke, poppers and heavy male sex aromas that by 0200 had built up with the exertions of the participants of the party and the play.

Miss Lilo, dressed to the nines was lolling in her private leather crib watching the Sling-room activities of her slut and for tonight, gay gang-bang queen through the two way mirror that made up one wall of her comfortable hide-away.

Miss Lilo was watching her weekly 'slut-fuckfest'. This monthly entertainment was where she delivered her slut to do whatever she'd chosen and then sat back to enjoy the debauchery, sometimes of herself, sometimes of her slut. As much as possible Miss Lilo tried to expand their horizons with new and /or extra activities, people, objects or objectives. 

Having a very compliant slut, Miss Lilo was able to do or watch just about anything, and her slut, Penisleeve reveled in any perversion she could imagine, if Miss Lilo wanted to see it, do it or have it done she only had to order Penisleeve and it would happen. 

Tonight Miss Lilo had decided she wanted to see her slut getting utterly used by as many men as she could encourage using him. She let it be known throughout the sauna complex that an anything goes slut was in the main sling-room, the one with the big mirror and that he'd be taking bare-back fucks, fists, toys, deep-throating any cock and swallowing and was generally available until closing time for any perversion anyone wanted to experience. 

Miss Lilo was wearing a royal blue basque, patterned stocking and heals. Her gloves were above the elbow patent leather and her harness was a custom-made leather affair that allowed her by now permanently swollen clit to be deliciously stimulated whenever her huge strap on was thrusting in a hole she chose to use. She loved the sensations tingling through her body from her clit as the friction from her thrusting her hips or having a slut thrusting their pussy, arse or throat up and down the 12 thick inches of her squirting dong. She'd pound away or order them to pound away until she was overcome with passion and her orgasms were announced by her screams and then mindless pounding of the sluts fast stretching hole, whichever one was being used for her delight.

This evening Miss Lilo lay back and with a pump expanding her clit she watch as Penisleeve opened his mouth and chased a thick dribbling cock that was being slapped about his face. The precum was shining as it coated more of his face and from her position just a couple of feet away behind the two way mirror she had the perfect view of his body, perfectly smooth. Striped, bound to the sling, cock, balls and nipples all pumped and bound so they were swollen and purple. His arsehole a greasy loose receptacle and his throat an eager cock sucking, begging cum smeared mess.

"Skull-Fuck" was all she said and the cock being whipped about smearing precum was shoved roughly straight down Penisleeve gullet! One second he was whimpering for drooling cock then he was choking and gagging and swallowing as the owner held his head to his crotch and forced face-fucked the willing slut. Miss Lilo saw the spittle spray from her lovers' lips as the strangers good 7" went straight in to the balls. "That's it skull-fuck the faggot, fuck his face and blow down his throat." She commanded. 

More men were entering the sling-room and starting to join in groping etc. Penisleeve swung in the sling his head being used as a point of reference as the cock impaling him began to throb. Penisleeve was beside himself knowing his first dose of cum was about to flavour his throat and he tried to encourage it. Miss Lilo loved watching her faggot slut straining against his bindings trying to get more cock. The one in his head blew and cum squirted out of Penisleeve a mouth and nose. "Keep fucking the slut" she ordered and quickly another cock was pushed past the spit and cum back in to the tunnel he called a throat. 

Another man stepped between his thighs and miss Lilo encouraged him to "Rape his slack arsehole" he did. One massive shove and he had everything balls deep and easy. He just grabbed the chains of the sling and began to pound the sloppy hole before his hips. It was huge, loose, open and running with lube or cum already. Miss Lilo had prepared him by making him sit on Chi Chi all the way from home and now his hole was at least 10" deep and 3" wide. The man pounded on but needed more sensation on his thick cock so he slipped one hand inside Penisleeve' arsehole and began to wank off inside the size queen. Another fed Penisleeve cum and was replaced as he groaned and moaned in utter piggy pleasure. Miss Lilo encouraged more and more men to fuck him, face-fuck, wank, twist his nipples, pull his balls, fuck, fist, double fuck and double fist his ever bigger hole. She had the untie him and squat over one cock while two others were forced up his arse. He had to wank two onto his face while swallowing as much as possible. Cock after cock just blew across or in Penisleeve face, chest, cock, balls and of course his arse. Eventually Miss Lilo had everyone just line up before his arse or face and take turns blowing on or in him. She then came out from her room to inspect her sloppy slut.

She paced over to his smeared mess, made him kneel at her feet, his knees way apart and his hands behind his head. Cum was everywhere and the stream that ran from his uncontrolled arsehole was impressive. Miss Lilo stood over him and let her thick 12" squirting dong brush his lips. "All of it baby" was all she said as she leaned in towards his face. She placed one hand on the back of his head and placed the thick head between his lips. "All off it now!" And she pulled his head towards her hips and buried 12" of vibrating dong down his throat and stimulated her engorged clit to make herself cum. She growled and grunted in deep animal satisfaction. The slut was just satisfying her needs right now. He was struggling slightly as she held him to her groin and the sounds of gurgling, gasping and spluttering accompanied her ecstasy finishing with her squeezing the bulb to 'inseminate' her slut. 

She propped herself up on the sweating kneeling pig in front of her and slowly regaining some semblance of control pulled her cock free. Drool and cum hung from it to the floor and covered Penisleeve. "Turn round and present slut." Penisleeve turned and pressing his forehead to the ground presented for Miss Lilo. 

His presented arsehole was just a dark cum filled gape, more than a dozen cocks, fist and toys had stretched it and Miss Lilo just put her both hands palm to palm. "cannonball" whereby she pressed her clenched fists against his hole and pushed to force then straight in. Penisleeve moaned but didn't resist as Miss Lilo proceeded to cannonball him. Both fists fingers entwined to form one HUGE knobby weapon rammed in and out of his hole, determinedly destroying his flesh, stretching, bruising, using him unto his ecstatic screams reached a climax and miss Lilo believing he'd cum properly via his sloppy fuck-hole let him have his orgasm and come down. 

After having the slut lick the sling, toys and floor clean Miss Lilo walked Penisleeve out the back of the club to their car, still naked and with his arse full of a huge plug. He had weights on his balls and nipple clamps biting in to his nipples. All in all Miss Lilo still hadn't seen enough and when she got home he was going on the wall hooks and the electric torture of his nipples and balls could start.



The Party at Dana Point



To say the least, this party was not like anything we'd ever been to or for that matter done since being 20 years old and single. After being married for 25 years we thought we'd seen it all, Anne and me, Eddie. Turns out we hadn't been paying as much attention as we thought and the move to San Diego ended up being a catalyst for meeting new neighbors, seeing a different set of people and kicking us out of the famous rut that people get into in long marriages.

Don't get me wrong, I think Anne is a great looking woman who's bright and fun to be with. She still turns heads but in a different way, with her classy mature looks and reasonable figure she could rest on that but she doesn't need to. She is just one of those people others like to be around, talk to, share stories with, feel comfortable around and has a sort of presence that kind of just hovers over her. I'd like to think I'm at least no worse than that. I know that I still like fooling around with all the freckles on her nice tits, getting her to open her legs and her heart as she shares the feelings she has about sex now that she knows what she likes and the sensations we both feel. I do wish we would do it more often than once or twice a month and don't quite know why we don't. Maybe it was the work schedules we had in the Midwest before we moved or maybe it was just the colder weather and a longer marriage. 

We bought a nice condo so we wouldn't have any maintenance when we moved to San Diego that overlooked the harbor and learned how to love a 74 degree weather forecast in winter. Along the way we met over several months all the neighbors around us who were mostly from elsewhere like us and who moved there to enjoy life after being reasonably successful to get there. Most were well educated, clean, nice, and generally had wide ranging interests which made them all worth listening to and spending time around. We developed an interesting circle of friends or potential friends from work and others who lived near us during the first year.

This party I referred to was part of meeting that new set of friends and happened late that first year when we were invited by a couple our age who lived in a condo about three to the west of ours to a New Year's Eve party at a place in Dana Point, up the coast an hour or so. The party was going to be at a home above the beach where we would meet two other couples also about our age and have a nice dinner followed by New Year's Eve and champagne, overnight lodging in the big house to be safe driving and then drive home New Year's day. We didn't know the other two couples but Bill and Marie told us we would all be "good fits" and get along fine. In fact, they emailed photos of the two couples to us and they were right, we looked pretty compatible and our backgrounds sounded like they would be people we'd have enough in common with if we got along in person. Tom and Sally was one couple and Ned and Emily was the other. We gave them our photos and backgrounds in return and corresponded over a two or three week period enough to get to know something of all of our backgrounds.

We were really interested in spending the evening dining on a deck hanging out over the Pacific Ocean above Dana Point just below Los Angeles on the coast. 

When New Year's Eve day came, Bill and Marie gave us directions and took off in their car an hour before we did. We followed up the Interstate and found the place around five thirty. When we got there we knocked, were invited in and then helped with our luggage into the bedroom we would sleep in after the party before touring the gorgeous house and having drinks over the ocean on the back deck. The sun went down and the eight of us had a fantastic time. We all got along great and the wine flowed. Dinner was catered and somehow four or five courses later, it was over, the help had cleaned up and left for the evening. 

Anne was very relaxed and had managed to talk with everyone at length as I had. I watched her on and off all evening as she flowed from one small group to the next and admired her simple slacks and loosely tucked in silk shirt. Funny thing is, I could see that Bill, Tom and Ned all glanced not only at Anne but at the other women as they moved through the evening. All were attractive 45-55 year old mature women who were well dressed, clean, spoke well and had attractive if varying figures. Anne was a medium build. Sallie was what could only be called Zoftig when you looked at her breasts. Emily was a tiny woman with small breasts but an impossibly small waist line and a rounded ass that moved under her skirt like it had a life of its own. Marie was probably about like Anne but had rich, dark brown hair unlike Anne's red hair, a great smile and really nice legs shown off in soft slacks instead of a skirt. I saw each of the women at times as they bent forward and could tell they all wore nothing beneath but panties and soft bras. Except for Emily, I managed to get nice looks at each woman's cleavage as they moved around, reached down for appetizers or bent over to sit down. Nothing overt mind you but even Anne was relishing the attention and let her tits move a little more than normally. I was absolutely positive that the other three husbands were just as attentive to the four women's figures as I was though none of us acknowledged it. We were aware though as I'm positive the women were as well. I know I sure was and had one of those semi-hard, longer than normal cocks between my legs just from the thoughts of what I was seeing.

Anne and I sat together after dinner for a while and she shared her comfort level with the new people with me and I agreed with her. I even told her I thought she was beautiful and if we weren't with others I whispered to her what I wanted to be doing with her. She blushed, shushed me and told me to wait until eleven o'clock when she'd heard from Marie, Emily and Sally that we would all be playing New Year's games that might get everybody's motors going. I hadn't heard about that and asked for specifics.

Anne took me over to the side of the deck and said, "Honey. I'm not sure what the specifics are going to be but the other three women gently hinted to me that it might get sort of sexually oriented in content and wondered if that was going to be a problem for us."

"What'd you say?"

"Eddie, I didn't know what to say since we hadn't talked but I was pretty sure from watching you that Emily, Marie and Sally were all getting your attention and I knew that Tom, Bill and Ned were all pretty good looking guys from what I could see. What I didn't know was whether or not if it got either raunchy or just plain sexual with others if you'd shoot me or drag me screaming out the door so I told them I was pretty open but needed to check with you first. I was, you know, sort of wondering; what would you think if the games ended up with you kissing some other wife or maybe watching me kiss some other husband or doing something where our bodies are in contact. What would you say?"

He thought a half a second, remembered the semi hard on between his legs from daydreaming about Emily, Marie and Sallie and answered Anne. "Honey, we have done every kind of sex the two of us can do with one another, never strayed and still love each other. The only thing is we've been so busy we haven't done it enough and if you are like me, you're ready for at least a hint of some variety if it wasn't something that would ruin what we have. Wouldn't this fall into that category in a mild sort of way if what you said did happen?"

She nodded, answered, "I sort of thought of it that way and wondered if it might not even provide something for us to talk about later when we were together. You know, sort of add a little spice to our own love making. What do you think?"

He turned to the ocean to hide his growing bulge and she followed him, putting her hand around his hips in the front and laughing when she found the now full hard on hiding between him and the rail. He started then responded, "Jesus. Look what just talking about a strange recreational kiss or a mild grope has done to me! Are you feeling any of this too?"

She reached up with her tiptoes and whispered, "You ought to feel how wet my pussy is, honey. I guess that answers the first question."

He nodded and said, "Yes, it does. I'm for it and promise no jealousy if you can do the same."

"I can, Eddie. I can. Now, what if these games go beyond that? What if they go beyond a kiss or a little grope or some other way?"

He hadn't thought that far ahead; having a fantasy while watching other men's attractive wives had just been an undercurrent not a full thought or a conclusion. "You mean, maybe something actually and fully sexual?"

Anne squeezed his cock lightly, "Yeah. What would you do if some woman did this to you and took you to a bedroom or some guy coaxed me out of my clothes in his? Would you go crazy or could we play at recreational sex and not let it get between us?"

He wasn't sure so he told her the truth. "Shit, Anne, I mean, every man daydreams about fucking other women but I have such a good looking wife it was always that, a daydream. We're getting carried away because this is California and everything we've heard about California so it's probably just us being weird. On the other hand, what about you thinking of me getting groped or some other woman doing all the things you do to me? Could you cope when it was happening, later the next day?"

She could see he was being honest and she was in return. "I think it won't go that far but one time in our lives if it did I think it would give us something that could add a new twist to our sex lives for years to come. I know I could handle not being jealous if I knew you weren't sneaking off because you loved some other woman but was just lucky at the same time I was just as lucky. Hell, Eddie, it isn't likely to happen but look at us. You've got a hard on you're going to have to hide just from thinking about it and my pussy's so wet I'm going to have to go to the john and wipe myself off! Yeah, I think I could handle it provided we end up back with one another before morning and it was just this one time."

"You're probably right, Anne. It probably won't come to that. I feel just like you do and can manage. If the situation does develop that far, give me a look if you see me and wink if you still think its okay to do all of it and I'll do the same. If it's just kissing and a little grope or two, that's nothing. Any man would want to kiss and grope you and these guys have already been daydreaming about it watching you walk or looking down your chest. If it's more and you're uncomfortable just don't wink, frown, and I'll get us out of here."

She gave his cock another squeeze then turned him. "You better quiet this thing down and I need to go tell my new girlfriends we can start the eleven o'clock games whenever they want to and we'll play ball, big boy."

She walked into the house, headed for the nearest bathroom. Ten minutes later he was talking with Tom and glanced over to see the four women getting more wine in their glasses and talking, nodding and smiling. It looked like the games would be going ahead including he and Anne.

Not long after their host announced that it was eleven o'clock and their New Year's Eve traditional games were about to begin in the great room. He asked everyone to go inside and gave everyone a colored poker chip to start with, a blindfold that was solidly black, an orange, a peach and a tiny quail egg which looked to be raw and told them to line up husband and wife, husband and wife in a long line.

He turned some music on and told everyone to put their blindfolds on and when they did to start by the person on the end putting the big naval orange under their chin and passing it to the person next to them under their chin. When the Orange had passed the whole line the last person had to sing out.

Eddie passed the orange to Anne but he had to grab her shoulders first and fumbled around a little while they turned and put their necks and chins in the right position. He could feel Anne turning to her right and could hear her clothes being rustled as Tom did the same to position her and she held him while they managed their different heights. He remembered feeling her tits on his chest when he'd passed the orange and knew Tom was getting her full tits on his chest right then. In a few minutes, the end of the line sang out and it was Emily who spoke..."I've got the orange and some fingerprints in interesting places!"

The host spoke again, "Okay, good start. Now that we're practiced.....The peach is a little softer and a little tougher. First, we've got to change positions. Now, keep your blindfolds on but I want you wives to move to a new position in the line and get back in line but it can't be next to your husband on either side. You men stand still and the women will move and be sure who their husbands are and where but I warn you, they'll be using their hands to tell and there are no rules!" 

Eddie stood there and listened as people moved and was startled as someone held his hip with a soft hand then reached around and felt between his legs, gave his substantial dick a little squeeze and then stepped to his right and stood in place, her warm hip against his, her hand on his hand. He was sure it was Sallie from her perfume but he didn't know. Bold, he reached over and touched her waist, felt her skirt then moved up her side and grazed her tit. Yep, it was Sallie with her big tits. When his hand touched her tit she didn't slap him. Instead, she sighed and purred and reached behind him and put her hand on his ass, lightly pressing a finger down on the cloth into the crack of his ass. He knew then that there was going to be a need to see a wink or a frown yet this night! God knew where Anne was or what she'd felt. He bet she'd felt some guys slacks and cock as well knowing she was already horny just from their talk.

The host waited until everyone was shuffled then told them from the other end of the line to pass a peach down the line but this time between their knees and with blindfolds on. He said you could use your hands if you had trouble. The other end of their line started and there was immediate laughter as they found out how hard it was to do and how many contortions you had to do to do it.

By the time he and Sallie were done he'd felt her hand inside his belt all the way down his slacks until she gripped his dick, stroked it several times with a vengeance and he'd lifted her skirt, felt the thong she had there and put one of his fingers into a solid nest of soft, curly pussy hair and moved aside two engorged outer lips into the opening of her vagina and moved it in and out several times. She held his back with both her hands and opened her legs fully to him as he did it before reaching under him and feeling his balls then fingering his ass hole quickly with her little finger. He almost fell down from the effort but was grinning like shit under his blindfold. Finally, they passed the peach and he sang out they were done. The peach passing took a lot longer and he guessed everyone's hands had gotten busy.

The host told them to take off their blindfolds but keep their positions. When they did, they all laughed. He and Sallie weren't the only ones whose clothes had been moved. Anne peeked down at him from the end of the line with her blouse un-tucked from her shirt and two open buttons and broadly winked at him. He had his answer and the wink he gave her back said as much. The decks were cleared since they were way past the small kiss stage.

The host had the women change positions again making sure no wife was next to her husband then had them pass two of the small eggs to the end of the line. He said they had to pass both the eggs carefully down the line with one egg from one mouth to the next and inside the bra for the women with the second egg. The man had to retrieve the egg then put it into the next woman's bra again using no hands though the woman could help with her hands but not directly touch the egg. Emily ended up between him and Ned and the eggs hilariously started from the other end towards them. They all got to watch this time. It was humorous to see the contortions the different height couples had to again go through to pull a blouse up or open it and drop an egg from a mouth into a bra cup and then try to push the egg from one open mouth to another with their tongues or have the woman push her bra and tits up to get an egg out for a set of lips to suck up. A lot of tits touched a lot of chests and a lot of moisture got shared from one mouth to the next. A couple of buttons got popped off to much laughter. Emily turned to him with the egg and he found her lips to be wonderfully soft, her tongue lingering and her breath very sweet. She had no set of mammoth tits but she did push her hips forward against him and her legs around behind and between his and ground her pelvis against his thigh as she tried to stay connected enough to pass the egg from mouth to mouth. He'd had no trouble lifting her blouse with his nose as she leaned back and then slid the egg out of her small B cup bra when she pushed it upward. His tongue flicked her nipple when he was done. He could feel her really prominent mons pushing against his slacks and guessed she had a very full and swollen vagina sort of the type they often called "camel toes." He'd never seen one but all of a sudden he was hot to fuck Emily's though there was no opportunity. They all laughed at little Emily's antics and chided him with various quips about her doing his leg, etc. He laughed back and said he enjoyed it after the eggs came out.

The hostess then took over and said they would play the last game before midnight, a form of five questions Jeopardy. She said she would hand each person a question card and that person could ask any of the opposite sex the question except their spouse. If the question was answered correctly the card holder had to remove an article of clothing or a pair if it was worn that way. If the question was not answered correctly the questioner had to remove an article of clothing. She told them they couldn't count small things like earrings, watches, belts and socks. By then no one cared what anyone thought and she started.

Ned asked Sallie the first question which she failed at and she removed her shoes. Tom asked Anne a question which she got right and Tom decided to remove his shirt. Emily was asked by me and got it wrong so she chose to remove her blouse revealing a slim body with relatively small tits in a very soft bra that let her hard nipples poke fully through. She wasn't shy at all. Marie got a card and asked me a question which I missed and I took my pants off leaving me in my shorts and revealing what was already obvious to everyone, I was hung pretty well and at least half way there to being fully engorged. The women all clapped and the next card went to Bill who asked Sally a question. She missed and decided to drop the bottom half of her outfit revealing her nice yellow panties and wisps of bush peeking out. The game went on for all five questions with everyone skipping the trivial things like earrings and watches to remove and going right to the big items like shoes, tops, pants, etc. until everyone was in either bra and panties or just their under-shorts.

It was just thirty minutes until midnight when the host and hostess together asked everyone to find their colored poker chip and display it. There were two of each color and they had apparently been given to match up a man with a wife but not his own. He looked up the line at Anne who had a yellow chip and saw that Tom also had a yellow one. His was blue and he could already see Emily waving her blue chip around. Marie and Ned had red chips and Bill and Sallie had green ones.




The Party at Dana Point



Once out the host said that the two similar colors should hold hands, march to the nearest bedroom that was unoccupied and re emerge at ten minutes to midnight with smiles on their faces. 

Eddie glanced again at Anne who gave him another wink which he matched and added a big smile to her own. She walked over to Tom, grabbed his hand and led him off. Emily grabbed his hand and turned the other direction with him, almost running in her haste. As soon as they got inside she kissed him with her tongue deep inside his mouth, her hunger almost palpable with her desire to be fucked. He stripped her bra off, sucked her nipple as she pulled his shorts down then when he was done she gave his cock an admiring quick glance, kneeled and sucked it and his balls quickly then rose stripping her own panties off to reveal the biggest gash he'd ever seen with full round lips on each side, each fully engorged with blood and leading to what was clearly a wet and welcome place. She pushed him backward on the bed and said, "Now, do me now. God damn it, I've wanted to fuck your big cock all night." She climbed his body and raised her hips as she held his cock and guided it inside the nicest pussy he'd felt outside of Anne's then sat down as hard as she possibly could, grunting, crying out then starting to rhythmically fuck up and down, forward and back on his cock, grinding and moving, the heat from her body all over him. He reached up and sucked her little tits and their enormous nipples until they were almost an inch long. When they were he reached up for her head and pulled it down to his, kissing her with his entire tongue inside her mouth. It was like he was fucking her with his cock and his tongue in different openings at the same time. She jerked towards him, drove her hips then groaned and ground her pussy onto his cock and flooded him with liquid as she came in wave after wave. His cum was instantly inside her flooding the cave behind her wonderful camel's toe pussy opening. They continued to move and over the next fifteen minutes she came twice more while he miraculously stayed hard inside her, transferring from her pussy to her ass and back once. He was too big for her ass for it to be comfortable though she wanted him to try again. At that moment, the door knocked and the hostess said, "time's up, back to the great room only no one is allowed to have clothes on. We're all naked, wrinkles, surgical scars and all. When there, you'll switch partners for the net two hours to a different color chip before rejoining your spouse at two a.m. for the night. The choice will be by the women and you can't be chosen by your wife. It will be the woman's job to get your equipment back up any way they can. Take a soft drink and get some nourishment, gentlemen, you're going to need it. Remember, what happens here stays here" and laughingly moved on.

Emily kissed him, thanked him, told him he was the biggest cock and best fuck she'd ever had and slid her card into his pants pocked. "Call me if you want to meet some other time just you and me. I want to fuck you when we've got hours, big Eddie." He grinned, patted her tits, complimented her nipples and pussy and said he might just do that if Anne didn't mind. She told him Anne would probably get a chance to fuck someone else again if she wanted it too based on past parties. 

They got up, wiped off the other person's genitals, combed their hair with their hands, held hands and walked back out to the great room where all were there already. Anne was radiant, flushed and fucked with a grin as big as a house on her face standing next to Tom who had a rather average sized cock but was uncut and had huge balls. Ned was a good sized fellow and he seemed very happy with Marie. Bill was standing next to Sallie with his average cock and rubbing her hip. Sallie's big tits were tipped by the largest aureoles he'd ever seen with dark brown nipples and had to be at least double D size tits. They were just above the thickest, richest thatch of pubic hair he'd ever seen which was hiding her lips but didn't hide the cum and moisture stuck between the various hairs from what was obviously a frantic fuck administered by Bill.

The hostess, Marie, had a fully shaved pussy and a really nice ass below a set of wonderfully symmetrical C cup tits which jiggled when she said: "Ok, girls, go get 'em!" Anne ran for Bill and grabbed his hand and took off. Emily moved to Tom and did the same. Marie got Ned and Sallie couldn't wait to grab him but by the cock instead of his hand. She smiled and said to him, "Eddie, let's go try this thing out. I love to suck cock and yours has to be ten inches long. Wait until I get my lips on this big sucker!" She marched to the last bedroom with him in tow and began to bring his cock back to life.

First she stood and kissed him and held him until he felt warm and could inhale all of her scent, feel the warmth of her saliva through her open mouth and sucked on her tongue then her fingers, one by one. She bent forward and caressed his buns, then lifted his balls and held them, rolling them over and over and back and forth. The tip of his cock was slowly growing bigger when she suddenly bent forward and pulled his cock up and put her nipples down onto the head of his dick and rubbed it around in circles on each one. When she was done she stood, turned away from him then bent over away from him, showing him her ass and her pussy which he felt with his hands then rubbed with the now hardening cock tip as it rather quickly grew back to life. She was hairy from her asshole all the way around and he loved the feeling of the hair on his cock and groaned. When his cock was fully wet he slid it inside her pussy and stroked her four or five times until she moved upright and sat him down on the bed. She kneeled and put her tits around his cock and manipulated it for several minutes before she reached with her hand and slowly touched the tip with its clear wet drip of pre cum on it with her tongue, humming and moaning. All he could do was be on sensory overload, heat, wetness, the smell of their sexual odors, the feeling of her skin, her tongue, and his hands grabbing her tits and pulling them.

Somehow, and he really didn't know how, Sally was above his mouth with her hips on the bed over him and his cock was below her mouth when they touched each other. At the first touch, Sally ground her mons and pussy into his face and quietly screamed while she quivered with her first cum. He drank it all, felt her liquid on his chin and when she was done quivering, turned her, kissed her with her own cum then stood her up, spread her legs and lifted her until her back was against the edge of the low chest of drawers and then pointed his now 10" of cock into the thick nest of hair and entered her with it. She quivered again, clutching and cumming with her tits banging from side to side and her mouth covering his with so much pressure trying to drive her pussy over his cock and literally melt him inside her. He reached down and put his finger in her ass when she was done and started a whole new round of quivering until she started crying and asked him to put her on the bed and let her fuck him on top so she could control it, could feel it, could manage the best fuck she'd ever had. His ego was over the moon.

For two hours they tried everything, missed the New Year but exhausted themselves even having her slide her ass over and inhale his big cock very slowly after her third or fourth orgasm wet every part on her and him. At one point they rested with his soft cock against her big tits for half an hour until he could get hard again and slowly start sliding it down and up the length of her hairy gash. As he did so she too reached in to a purse she had put by the bed and gave him a card with her private number and whispered, "Call me. I want to fuck you more than just tonight."

At two a.m. a bell rang up and down the hall as the host and hostess walked saying, "back in your rooms. Breakfast is at 8 a.m. Happy New Year!"

He discovered he needed to go back to their room where Anne was laying with legs apart, cum all over her pussy and a huge grin spread all over her face. She simply said, "Clean me up, Eddie, then let's talk." 

He found out on the way home the next day that all the women and all the men had these little cards and they had all including Anne handed them out. Anne had known a little more than she had said he figured but at least his 10" had been enough of a hit to get repeat invites. It turned out later that the hosts had these parties once a quarter and there were about 20 couples who regularly in different small four or five couple groups met for just such gatherings. They were invited to the March gathering and immediately agreed to go.

Anne fucked him nightly with inventiveness and solid passion for a solid month on the basis of what had happened New Year's and wanted to hear everything about his fucking and told him all about hers. She even surprised him saying she'd given Emily one of her cards and invited her over to do both Eddie and herself if Emily would let her suck that wonderful camel's toe vulva of hers.

He asked Anne what Emily had said in response. "She'll be here by herself February 1st honey. Save up!"

This was a party and a half as it turned out! 



The Party at Jimbo's



The Tigers had won their fourth football game in a row on their home field and were now 5 and 1 on the season. There was much cheering and jubilation in the stands as the Tigers cruised to an easy 35 to 10 victory over their weaker opponents giving the small town high school a sense of pride with the win. But as is the case with many small towns there was little to do after the game and so Rob and his younger sister, Becky, went to the party at Jimbo's for the third time that month. They would have gone elsewhere if there had been other options but small towns never seem to have a lot of options so it was Jimbo's again or go on home and watch TV. 

Jimbo was well known locally both for his parties and for being a complete asshole at times. He was a short, scrawny guy with a long ponytail and wispy goatee who lived in a big, old house out in the country, down a road that people rarely traveled. The isolation and the fact that the house was surrounded by woods made it a good spot for loud parties which Jimbo had on a regular basis. It was also outside the city limits and quite a drive from the county sheriff's department so it was somewhat rare for law enforcement to come out and investigate. If the law did come any one who was under the legal age for drinking would run out the back door into the woods and wait until they were gone before returning. Jimbo provided a keg of cheap beer and charged 5 dollars to drink so it was somewhat a bargain and a decent way to kill time on a Friday night. 

Of course at Jimbo's parties pretty girls drank free and he always seemed to be on hand, ready to fill the girl's cups if needed. It was no secret that he often tried to get the drunkest girls back into his bedroom for some Jimbo time as he called it. However the girls had quickly wised up to his tactics and Jimbo was rarely successful.

The music was loud like it always was at Jimbo's parties. Rob was in the kitchen talking with friends, trying to escape the din. He could see his sister, Becky sitting on a worn out couch in the living room from where he stood. Her head rested on a pillow and her eyes were closed despite the loud music. He noticed several red cups sitting on a beat up end table next to her and figured she had drank a bit too much. It was time to go home.

Rob was tired of listening to the same old football stories he and his friends told every time they came together anyway. Rob was 21 and knew that he had probably peaked in high school. He was a good football player, earning all-region honors as a tight end but his high school GPA and SAT scores weren't going to get him any scholarships or into college for that matter. He tried the army but a knee injury in basic training ended that before it got started so he worked in a distribution warehouse for a big retail store. He made good but not great money but found himself pondering his future as he drove a forklift and moved pallets all day. He and Becky still lived at home. Becky because she was a senior in high school and Rob because paying the mortgage and maintaining the house was hard for his mom who worked the night shift as an RN at a hospital 25 miles away. His dad left them when Rob was just 8 years old and Rob had always felt an obligation to help his family whenever he could. 

Right now he thought the best way to help his 18 year old sister was to get her home and into bed. He downed the last of his beer and said his goodbyes then went out to the living room to get Becky. He gave her foot a light kick to get her attention.

"Come on, it's time to go home," he said as he held out his hand to her to help her up.

Becky opened her eyes and gave her brother a dirty look. "I don't want to go home yet. You go and I'll get a ride later," she said as she repositioned herself on the couch.

"No, we need to go ahead and leave. Come on."

Without opening her eyes she held out a hand which Rob lightly took. He started to gently help her up when, suddenly, Jimbo plopped down on the couch beside Becky and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey Rob, bro, I got this," said Jimbo. "I'll make sure she gets home OK, don't worry about it."

"I don't think so Jimbo," replied Rob as he pulled on his sister's arm to get her started.

"Why not? She'll be fine. No problem."

Becky gathered her feet under her and stood at the same Rob pulled her up but Jimbo still had his arm around her. He snaked his other arm around her and tried to pull her in for a kiss but Becky quickly blocked him by putting her hand over his mouth. Rob saw Jimbo's move and pulled Becky to the side then stepped in front of Jimbo, blocking his way.

"Knock it off Jimbo," he said his tone more annoyed then angry.

"What the Hell!" exclaimed Jimbo. "I just want a little kiss and you got to get all in my shit about it!"

Rob and Becky pulled on their coats in preparation to leave. "Come on Becky, Good night Jimbo. See you next time." Rob put his hand on Becky's back and guided her to the front door. 

Jimbo stormed over to the stereo and turned the volume all the way off with a quick twist of his wrist. The sudden silence got everyone's attention and they all looked toward the sound system to see what had happened. Jimbo stomped over to the front door and stood in front of it, blocking Rob and Becky's exit. Rob rolled his eyes for he knew what was coming. Jimbo was about to have one of his infamous dramatic hissy fits that he threw when things didn't go his way. Rob and nearly everyone else had seen it all before and there were a few groans among the crowd when they realized what was happening.

"You ain't leaving until I get a kiss." Jimbo defiantly folded his arms in front of him and clenched his jaw tightly as he kept his position.

"Move Jimbo. She's not kissing you," Rob replied.

"She can tell me herself if she don't want to..."

"I'm not kissing you!" Becky said loudly, before Jimbo could finish. A number of people watching laughed.

Jimbo did not move despite Becky's refusal. He was quiet for a moment as he thought of his next move. "Well you're going to kiss someone before you go. A girl as hot as you needs to be kissed...a lot."

Rob quickly began to tire of Jimbo's antics. "You're right, she's hot. But she's still not kissing you so get out of the way."

"Oh so you think she's hot then?"

"Yeah, I think everybody here thinks so too."

Many in the crowd voiced their agreement causing Becky to blush and bring her hand up to her mouth in embarrassment. She was, indeed, quite pretty with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. She was also nicely built, not very busty but just enough that when she wore tight clothes, her breasts got attention once someone quit looking at her lovely face. Being a bit taller than most girls and having a nice round ass completed the package. Becky was elected to the homecoming court this year but this wasn't just due to her beauty. She also had a genuinely sweet and likeable personality and was quite popular at her school. 

"Then you're going to kiss her!" shouted Jimbo. Then he started chanting "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!" as he pumped his arms up and down trying to get the rest of the party on his side. At first a few voices joined in but within a few seconds nearly everyone at the party was chanting along with Jimbo. Some clapped their hands or stomped their feet in time as they yelled along.

Rob had little patience with Jimbo to begin with and what little he had now disappeared when the chant began. He took a step towards Jimbo who, by now, was hopping up and down in time to his own chant. Rob was much bigger than Jimbo and he intended to use his size and strength to move the little asshole out of the way so that he and his sister could leave. Becky reached up and took hold of his arm, stopping him. She pulled his head down a bit so he could hear her above the din in the room.

"Don't hit him. He's just being his usual self. Let's just do this and go home," she said.

"Are you serious?"

"Just give me a quick kiss and let's go."

Rob looked around at the chanting crowd realizing that Becky's solution might be the easiest. He held up his hand signaling everyone to quiet down. When the chanting subsided he leaned down and gave his sister a quick kiss on the cheek. Immediately the crowd roared their disapproval. 

Jimbo quickly changed his chant. "On the lips, on the lips, on the lips!" Soon the others joined in, louder this time and with a bit more feeling, wanting to see if the brother and sister would actually do it.

Rob looked down at Becky. She gave him a quick nod and he leaned in and gave her another quick kiss on the lips this time. The crowd shrieked in delight and began to applaud. Becky blushed and smiled as Rob nodded his head up and down telling everyone that their conditions had been met and the show was over. He made another move toward the door but Jimbo was not satisfied just yet. 

"You call that a kiss? Kiss her for real!" he yelled.

With that, Rob decided he had enough of Jimbo and this party. He balled up his right fist fully intending to take Jimbo out with a punch or two if he didn't move. But before he could take a step towards Jimbo Becky grabbed him and spun him around towards her. She reached up her arms around her brother's neck, pulled him down and kissed him fully on the lips. Rob was surprised to be sure but he allowed the kiss to go on for a couple of seconds before pulling back. Becky faked a swoon and leaned back with her left wrist coming up to her forehead making Rob catch her with his arms before she fell. Everyone at the party shrieked and hooted and applauded loudly at what they had just seen. Even Jimbo seemed a bit shocked at Becky's actions but he yelled and whistled his approval none the less. 

Rather than joining in with the delight of the crowd, Rob was embarrassed and his face showed it. He took Becky by the hand and pulled her towards the door. After seeing Rob's face Jimbo wisely decided to get out of the way and let them pass. He moved over to the stereo and turned the volume back up then started dancing in the middle of the floor as Rob and Becky made their way out the door and onto the front porch. Rob stormed down the steps leaving Becky to follow then quickly walked across the lawn to where their car was parked. He got in the car and cranked it then waited for Becky to arrive and join him. As soon as she was buckled in he took off, the wheels flinging gravel into the air behind him.

The car was quiet as Rob drove along. He took back roads to avoid the law and soon was in their neighborhood heading toward home. Becky leaned against the window as the car moved along, her eyes closed. Rob pulled in to their driveway and shut off the engine got out of the car and went toward the house. Before he got to the door he went back and opened the passenger side door. 

"Come on," he said.

Becky unbuckled and climbed out of the car. Rob left her to close the car door as he went up to the side entrance of the house, unlocked it, and entered. This door into the house led into the kitchen. Rob took of his coat and hung on a coat rack near the door then went to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk. He set it on the kitchen table and the got a few cookies out of a handy cookie jar. Lastly he took two plastic cups out of the dishrack and put them on the table. Becky watched him as he poured milk into both cups and put the cookies on a napkin near the center of the table. Rob picked up one of the cookies and dunked it in the milk allowing it to soak a few seconds before taking it out and biting into it. Becky sat down and did the same. She could tell her brother was still upset from his quiet, hurried movements.

"So are you mad at me?" she asked.

"No, I'm pissed at that asshole Jimbo for starting that whole mess."

"Come on, it was all in fun. Everyone was laughing at it. No one took it serious."

"It isn't right that you and me should be kissing. We're brother and sister for Christ's sake. What do you think those idiots at the party are going to be saying come Monday. You're probably going to hear all kinds of crap, so will I."

"So it was bad that I kissed you?" she asked as she dunked a cookie.

"I ain't saying it was bad, it just isn't right."

"You didn't like it then." 

"Becky, knock it off," said Rob bluntly. "Next time we go to Jimbo's I'm going to put his lights out if he so much as mentions it. I'm going to bed."

Rob got up from the table and rinsed out his cup before putting it in the sink. Then he left the kitchen and headed for his bedroom. Becky finished her last cookie and also rinsed out her cup then walked down the hallway to her own bedroom. She paused at her bedroom door and looked down the hall to Rob's bedroom. After a couple of seconds she went to her brother's room and stood in the doorway.

The lamp was on in Rob's room giving off just enough light that everything was visible. Rob had taken off his shirt and t-shirt and was working on his shoes and socks but was still in his jeans. He was still as well built and muscular as he had been in his football days and the shadows from the lamp accented the lines of his muscles. Rob turned lots of girl's heads when he went to a pool or had his shirt off for doing outside work but he was oblivious to the stares and comments he got. Becky leaned in against the doorframe and watched him as he kicked off his remaining shoe and took off his sock. He stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans when he saw her. 

"Becky, go to bed. We can talk about this later."

"I want to do it again," she said.

"Do what?"

"I want us to kiss again. This time with out all the people screaming and yelling and without Jimbo egging things on. Then I want you to tell me how you feel."

"Aw come on! Go to bed!"

"One kiss, then I'll go to bed."

Rob was tired and wanted to go to sleep but it seemed that Becky was not going to allow it until he gave in to her demand. "Do you promise? One kiss then you go to bed."

"I promise," she replied then walked over to him. 

They stood facing one another for a few moments until Becky slowly reached her arms around Rob's neck. He responded by lightly putting his arms around her waist but not pulling her towards him. Becky took the lead and gently pulled her brother's face down and kissed him refusing to be the first one to stop. He tasted good, like cookies and milk and she opened a bit wider then slipped her tongue into his mouth and gently moved it around flicking the tip of his tongue with her own. This surprised Rob and he pulled away from his sister then looked into her face, saying nothing.

"Was that bad?" she asked, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yeah, maybe, a little bad."

Suddenly she stepped back and used both hands to shove Rob hard in his chest. He fell backwards on the bed and she instantly climbed on top of him, pinning down his arms with hers. Without hesitation she leaned down and put her mouth on his again, this time shoving her tongue in and pushing hard on his lips. Rob's eyes were wide open and he grunted a couple of times in surprise but Becky did not stop. She continued kissing her older brother in a most un-sisterly way for several seconds until she quit and released his arms then sat up.

"How about that? Was that bad?" she asked, looking down at him.

"That was bad, yeah." 

"Let's be really bad," she said as she leaned closer to him.

In response, Rob reached up and grabbed Becky around the shoulders and pulled her to his chest. Their lips came together hard and they drew one another close as their kissing became more frantic their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth as saliva ran down their cheeks in little trails. Becky shifted her position so that her crotch was on top of Rob's. She ground against him and felt his hard cock through his jeans feeling herself growing wet at the same time. Rob ground back against her, his hips pushing upwards, making maximum contact, feeling the heat from her crotch.

Becky sat up and her hands went to her blouse. She started unfastening her buttons as Rob watched.

"Becky wait." He said as he watched her. 

But Becky ignored him and flung off her blouse as soon as the last button was free. She reached behind her and undid her bra then tossed it to the floor. She fell forward and rubbed her tits on her brother's chest as she pushed his arms down with her hands then began to lick his muscular chest at the same time. From her position she looked up and saw Rob's head raised as he watched her. She smiled as her tongue drew little paths on his chest and her crotch kept grinding against his. She kept this up for a short time before climbing off him. Becky stood topless in front of Rob allowing him to see every part of her beautiful tits. Then she reached down and undid his belt. Rob's hands went for his belt pushing hers away then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans on his own. Becky grabbed his jeans and pulled hard on them. Rob lifted up his butt a bit and they slid right off. Then Becky kicked off her shoes and quickly took off her own jeans revealing the white, lacy, thong panties underneath. She turned around and pushed them to her ankles bending over as she did. Rob had no such sense of subtlety and ripped his blue, striped boxers off, nearly tearing them in the process.

Becky bent forward and took her brother's hard cock in her mouth and sucked it, using her left hand to jack it at the same time. Rob's back and necked arched in pleasure as he lightly pushed his crotch up to meet her mouth with each stroke. Using her right hand, she began to rub her pussy and clit finding that she was dripping wet there. Her right middle finger found her clitoris and she began to rub it with light familiar strokes until she found that one most sensitive spot that caused her body to twitch and jerk every time she touched it. 

Rob rose up and grabbed Becky's arms then pulled her back on top of him. Becky immediately reached between her legs and found Rob's hard cock then put it inside her. She started bucking up and down on top of him, fast and rough, as he put his hands on her hips to keep her properly positioned. 

"Ahh! Ahh! Oh shit!" she exclaimed with each bounce. The sweat on her body shined in the dim light, her eyes were clenched shut and she bit her bottom lip in ecstasy as she kept on, faster and harder. 

Then she noticed Rob's strong hands on her shoulders. He took her firmly and rolled her underneath him. Now it was his turn to control the pace and he continued with the same intensity as his sister. She wrapped her legs around him and used her hips to pull him in with each hard thrust as their lips met yet again for the most frenzied kissing of the night. Muffled grunts escaped between breaths until finally Becky tore away from Rob's lips and screamed.

"Ah yeah! Ah fuck yeah! Ahhhh!" With that last near shriek the threw her legs open wide as Rob came inside of her, his hot sperm streaming into her slippery pussy over and over. She held him tightly as the two of them shook on the bed, the near unbearable sensations of pleasure shooting through their bodies like little shocks of electricity until they both went limp. They could feel each others heart pounding in their chests and heard their rapid breathing gradually slow down as they recovered. After a time Rob rolled off Becky and lay on the bed beside her. Both of them were sweaty and some of Becky's eye make-up had run down her cheeks. They both stared at the ceiling, focusing on the overhead light which was in their view, neither of them speaking for a time. 

"That was very, very bad," said Rob finally.

"Yeah. That was real bad," she agreed.

They were quiet again for a bit until Rob spoke.

"I guess you're not a virgin, huh."

Becky reached over and gave him a punch on his chest for that comment.




The Party at Jimbo's



"You think?" she replied. "Not only that but I'm on the pill so don't worry."

"The pill? Oh yeah, the pill. Good."

Two weeks later there was another party at Jimbo's Rob and Becky arrived together and both of them immediately sought Jimbo out. He saw the two coming towards him quickly noticing that neither Rob nor Becky looked very pleased to see him.

"Well, how's the brother kisser and the sister smoocher?" asked Jimbo.

Rob gave the scrawny man a moderately hard push causing him to fly backwards and land on the couch. Rob stood over Jimbo and glared at him for a moment then stepped aside. Becky leaned in and took Jimbo's head in her hands and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

"Thanks Jimbo," she said. Then she smiled and walked away to find a beer. 

"If you bring up that kissing business again I'll rip your spine out," said Rob. "And thanks," he added before heading for the keg himself. 

Jimbo wasn't sure what had just happened but decided not to try and figure it out. Instead he looked around the room for any possibly unattached females that might need a refill.



The Party at Lynn's



The three girls shrieked and started to cover up, but it was too late. The whole group in the house had already seen them naked.

Lynn and Debbie walked around like they were dressed. Soon the other girls did too. They all flaunted their naked bodies to both guys and girls alike. Guys came up to them and patted their asses. There was a lot of giggling going on. Jim wasn't too happy watching Lynn being fondled on her ass. But Lynn wasn't paying attention to Jim. She was just enjoying all the guys staring at her. Debbie had been grabbed by one guy and was sitting on his lap. She was getting her tits grabbed, nipples pinched, her ass stroked. Even though she was sort of allowing that, her thighs were clamped together to keep him away from her pussy.

Some of the guys had brought alcohol and they were feeding it to Liz, Ashley and Maria, trying to get them drunk. Maria had sneaked up the stairs after they had been there a while and got a dress of Lynn's to put on. Liz and Ashley stayed naked, as did Lynn and Debbie. Soon there were people making dares to the 4 girls. One of them was to get down on their hands and knees and have their asses face the room. They looked at each other and started laughing, then the 4 of them walked to a wall and did it. One of the guys ran out to his car and got a camera and took pictures of them, but all he and anyone else could see were 4 asses over 4 pouting cunts and 4 pairs of legs.

As it got later and later people started to leave until it was Jim, the girls, and 7 other guys. Liz and Ashley were pretty drunk, Maria was pretty quiet, Lynn was sitting on Jim's lap kissing him and Debbie was wandering around talking to the other guys. Since Maria had covered up she had gotten quiet. She had a few drinks and was a little tipsy. Lynn caught Debbie's attention and nodded at Maria. The two of them got up and walked to her. One grabbed her and the other stripped her again. Then they got her down on the floor. 

"Who wants her?"

"Anyone of you guys have the guts?"

Maria was struggling but not too hard. Lynn started tickling her and she started laughing. One of the guys came up behind Lynn and started fingerfucking her. This made Jim angry since Lynn didn't try to stop the guy. Jim got up from his chair and got between Maria's legs. Looking at Lynn, with an angry expression on his face he started eating Maria's pussy. The rest of the guys started egging him on and soon he got up and dropped his pants, then got between her legs again and started fucking Maria. Lynn just looked at him. He wasn't looking at Maria, but at Lynn. Lynn pushed the guy's hand away from her pussy and turned to face him. She unzipped his pants and took out his cock and glancing at Jim, she started sucking it. Liz and Ashley were watching the 4 of them. Debbie had a guy all over her and soon she was pushed back on the couch with her ass hanging over the edge. The guy with her dropped his pants and stuffed his cock up her pussy. Debbie, horny as hell, by being naked most of the night, started fucking him back as hard as she could. Maria was even getting into being fucked. Her little ass was coming up off the floor as Jim fucked up her. Before long Liz and Ashley were being fucked too. Lynn looked around at her hot shot friends and laughed. She let the cock plop out of her mouth and reached over to Jim. She pulled him up from Maria, and went over on her back. Jim was so ready to fuck anything that he slammed into her, making Lynn groan. Maria looked up and then at them. She was going to get up but another guy got between her legs and started fucking her. 

All 5 of the girls were being fucked in the same room. You could hear squishy sounds because they all were wet and horny. The guys banging them were groaning away. Jim pulled out of Lynn and backed to the couch. He crooked his finger at her and she got up and climbed over his lap. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed his erect cock and holding it in position, she sat down on it. Jim leaned back.

"Fuck it, Lynn. Fuck my cock."

Lynn moaned and began lifting and dropping her ass, driving the hot, still cock up her pussy. The other girls weren't as lucky. The guys fucking them shot off in them and then either rolled off the girl or in Debbie's case leaned back. They all started watching Lynn fucking away.

"God I love your cock. It's so big and hard. It fills me right up."

"You are so tight Lynn. Your pussy is like a vise."

"Come on and fuck me, Jim, fuck me."

Jim started humping up into her and she kept lifting and slamming down on him, oblivious to the audience they had. They kept it up for almost 10 minutes, Lynn screaming into an orgasm and Jim finally pumping his load deep into her belly. "Oh god baby. Oh god. I love it when you come in me."

"You sweet bitch. Oh god you sweet bitch."

Debbie started clapping her hands and the others joined in. The 3 guys who had just been watching all of a sudden went for Liz, Ashley and Maria and soon the 3 girls were receiving another fucking. The rest of the group watched them taking cock and then another load of come in their pussies.

Lynn, Debbie and Jim sat together on the couch. They were all thinking the same thing. We have three converts.



The Party: Before



"ITS PARTY TIME!!!" I yelled out through the car window to my friend. "I know, I know. By the way, who's coming and where exactly are we going?" Says Sharon while getting into the car. "Well the rest of the gang and its gonna be The Hill, you know the condominium in Kihei, Maui" I answered as she slammed the door shut.

As we reversed out of Sharon's driveway, I gazed at her with a look of hunger in my eyes. "I seen that!" she says with a grin. I grinned back at her and said "Look, I can't help if I find you attractive. You very well know I won't touch you, unless you want me too. Okay." All Sharon could do was give me an assuring smile and gaze out the window.

I gazed at her while she gazed out at the mountains. I smiled; she didn't even notice me looking at her. I turned my attention back to the road and thought about our friendship that we've had for the past couple years. Weird is what people called us, and I agree. Here I am 23 yrs old, single lesbian, with a thing for my really good friend whose seating right next to me. She's the only one I can 'play' games with, but I can't touch it. She's always saying something like "I'm straight" or "I don't play for that team" yet she's always questioning herself. How sick is that? We call each other babe, sweetie, and other kinds of mushy names, but all we are, is just friends.

I gaze at her again, and I can see why I like her so much. You see I've got this thing for Asian women, I don't know why. She's everything that I want in a woman. Strong Korean features, her eyes just has a hint of a slant in them, small pale lips, straight black hair just cut right above her shoulders. She's small maybe about 5'0"-5'1", less than 100 pounds, and she's built with a swimmers body, and her personality is none that I can describe. Oh by the way I'm Tanya, my friends call me Tan. I'm a mix breed of Hawaiian, Japanese, and Puerto Rican. I'm 5'4", 140 pounds, and dark brown skin.

We were in total silence during the drive. Then shortly before we got there she says "Tan, penny for your thoughts! You've been quiet the whole time, is anything wrong?" I quickly glance at her then back at the road, I smile, just a small one. "Oh nothing much, just on how fun tonight is going to be. That's all." I say while thinking about how drunk I'm going to make her.

We finally got there and checked into the room. I open the door and it's magnificent. Two bedroom, two baths, with balcony, and an ocean front view. We put our stuff into the bedrooms, filled the tub with ice and beer, and put whatever food that needed to be put away. I looked at my watch and told Sharon "Hey we've got like four more hours till we get the BBQ set and till everyone starts coming, what do you wanna do?" She moved towards me and tells me "Why don't we hook-up the Playstation2 and watch DVD's." So I went I hooked up the Playstation2, which wasn't very hard. I looked around for Sharon and found her out on the balcony.

I figured that the beers were cold and grabbed two, one for me and one for her. I went outside and brushed a cold beer can gently on her face. Sharon jumped from the coldness and took the can from me while slapping my arm with her other hand, "You didn't have to do that you know!" she said with a giggle. I looked at her and laughed, "I know, it just seemed like the perfect time." She smiled and gazed back at the ocean scenery, and back into her deep thoughts

She looked at me nervously and then back at the ocean. Slowly I moved behind her with her back facing and gently put my hands on her shoulders. She jumped once again. Quickly I backed my hands away and took a step back. She turned facing me. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I said I wouldn't touch you, unless you wanted me too," I said putting my head down. 

Slowly, oh so very slowly she put her on my cheek and oh so very softly she whispered "But what if I want you to touch me, what then?" I gently took her hand from my cheek and them to my lips and kissed the fingertips of her hand. I looked deeply into her eyes and saw nothing but lust.

I asked her in a low husky voice "Are you sure you want this?" And with more lust in her eyes she answered me. She moved slowly against my body and gently kissed me. Light kisses turned into harder kisses, feeling our tongues entwine with each other.

I broke our kissing, took her hand in mine, and I led her to the smaller bedroom. I turned to face her and with my hands gently resting on her hips. I don't know how long we stood there staring into each other's eyes, but it felt like an eternity.

She sat me down on the bed and kissed me hard. Our tongues wildly danced together, her hands moving all over my body, as the same as mine. She broke our kiss and took a step back. She started slowly undressing herself.

First, she brought the tight shirt that she was wearing over her head and dropped it on the ground, all the while looking deep into my eyes. Then she slowly unknotted the ropes of her board shorts, let it also fall to the ground, and stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. She then moved to unsnap her bra, but at that moment I stood up and stopped her.

I gently kissed her on the nape of her neck, and slowly moved my hands on her back, unsnapping her bra. Gently, I slid it off of her and let it fall to the floor. I grasped as I slow the beauty in her breast. They were small but beautiful. Her areolas were the size of quarters and her nipples were like little erasers. I could see her nipples becoming hard as I gaze at them. I moved to suck on one nipple and caressing the other with my hand. Gently I bit on it, and circled my tongue around her nipple. I then moved to give the other the same treatment. I felt her hands grabbing onto my hair, pulling them as I gently bit on her nipple.

Her hands slowly moved on top of my shoulders, and then slid down my arms. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and quickly taking it off and flying across the room. Slowly she moved my hands on my breasts, gently caressing them through the thick fabric of my sports bra. She slowly brushed her fingers down my stomach and brought it down to my to the ropes of my board shorts. She untied them and ripped the Velcro open; just to watch my shorts fall. I stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side. She bent down and started kissing my lapel area and moving her way down my stomach. I cupped her face with my hands. Slowly and gently guided her back up. I looked deep into her eyes and knew exactly what she wanted.

Giving me an evil grin, she pushed me down on the bed. She took her time joining me. She first stooped over me, and kissed my thigh. Slowly she moved up and kissed on my hip, then moved to my stomach, kissing me right above my bellybutton. I began to notice that it was getting harder and harder to breath.

Slowly she was making her up my body. Then suddenly we were face to face. She kissed me hard. Feeling our tongues dance together like wild fire. Her tongue felt hot and tasted sweet against mine. I could feel her breathing hard and my hands felt hot against her skin.

I rolled so I could be on top of her. I needed to taste, I wanted that taste of sweet her innocence. I broke our kissing, and looked deep into her eyes. I still could see the lust, the fire she possessed in her beautiful eyes. I licked her lips, then her neck. I started sucking on the crook of her neck, making sure I leave my mark. 

Then slowly moving down her breast. Licking on her nipple, then blowing on it. I so then gave the same treatment to the other. I moved my down between her legs and found that her underwear was wet. I gave her a wicked smile and moved between her legs. I put my hands on her hips and started to roll off her panties; as soon as I took them off I threw them to where she threw my shirt.

I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs apart. I could see how wet and slick she was. I needed to taste her, so I dipped my head in and gave her a quick lick from bottom to top. I could hear her groan, asking for more. So I licked her once again, making sure I lingered on her clit for a while. She groaned more. I looked down at her, and thought she looked so sexy in the position.

I kissed the insides of her thigh and moved my way down to her pussy. I put her feet on my shoulders and asked her "Do you want it? Yes or no." She answered me with a moan and said, "Please, please…" and with that I put my head between her legs and slid my tongue right on her clit. I gently circled it, and lashed it. Hearing her moan louder, and louder, I slid my tongue inside her, as deep as it would go. I rubbed her clit with nose and felt her hands on my head trying to push me more in.

With one hand I reached over and pinched one of her nipples. With that the more she groaned. I could feel her body arching, tying to push me my tongue in more. With my other hand and slid it under her butt. My hands traced the crack of her ass and found the hole. I gently slid my finger inside, and as I did I could feel her body thrashing around. Her hips moved faster in a circler motion.

I tore my hand away from her breast and slid to fingers inside her. My tongue circled her clit. I knew she was ready to cum. She moaned and groaned, yelling out my name, yelling out that she was almost there.

I slid my fingers in and out of her, and sucked her clit between my lips, circling it with my tongue. "YES…TAN…YES…" she screamed out. I tried moving my fingers, but cunt muscles held it to place. Her thighs hugged my head hard, and the heels of her feet dug into my back. Her upper body thrashed side to side, and then all of a sudden she became limp.

I kept on lapping her pussy, trying to get all her juices. She tapped me on my head saying "Please, its…its…kinda sensitive!" and sighed with satisfaction. I moved my way, kissing my way up her body until we were face to face to. She licked the remnants of her juices of my face, "Yum, I think I taste sweet," she said and giggled.

I kissed her gently and held her. She looked at her watch and jumped. "Oh shit we've got an hour till everyone starts to arrive, you gotta get the BBQ ready." She said as she got out of bed and started to look for her clothes. I stared at her, and said, "So am I going to get a repeat of today or what?" She slowly crawled to me on the bed and kissed me. "Maybe, if you're good!" she whispered in my ear and left to take a bath.

I laid there in bed thinking that tonight is going to be good! And left to make ready for the BBQ. As I got ready the BBQ, I smiled at the thought of what's going to happen during the party, because the before, was good.