0 comments/ 48875 views/ 0 favorites Her Party By: ginna As Nikki looks around at all the people enjoying their drinks and having a great time she realized that she hadn't went to the bathroom all night. Suddenly she really had to go. She went upstairs to her bedroom to use her private bathroom. She sat down and peed long and hard. "Oh what a relief!" Nikki thought to herself As she wiped her pussy dry she heard her bedroom door close and the sound of 2 people getting undressed. "Who the fuck is that?" She thought to herself and went to the door of the bathroom to have a look. As she peered around the door she let out a gasp she didn't know the names of the big-breasted blonde or the man who's cock she was slurping on but her the tingling in her pussy told her that she would find out. She watched as the blonde continued to shove his cock down her throat. Nikki reached down and lifted her skirt up and ran her fingers over her bald cunt lips and felt the moistness leaking between them. She dipped in one finger and started fingering her clit which was staring to get hard just watching these 2. She knew she just had to get in on this action. "Hey you 2 this is my bedroom and no one gets fucked in here but me." Nikki said as she walked out of the bathroom. "Oh we're really sorry we just couldn't help ourselves." the blonde stammered as she started to collect her clothes. "Hey wait a second. You can stay but only as long as I can join in on the action. My names Nikki by the way." The man smiled as he looked at the blonde and said "My names Jason and this is Dez and you have just given us the best offer we've had in a long time!" Nikki walked over to Dez, looked her in the eye and licked her lips. "What do you say we give your boyfriend something to watch for a while?" Then she leaned down and took her erect nipple between her teeth and pulled softly. Dez moaned "Mmmmmm please keep going!" So Nikki continued to suck and pull on her hard nipple as she brought her hand up and began to play with the other. Her pussy was starting to really get wet and she knew she better move this along because she didn't want to come before she tasted this hot blondes wet pussy. She pushed Dez down on the bed, quickly shed her clothing and motioned for Jason to sit in the chair next to her bed and watch. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Dez. Her mouth again found the large mounds on Dez's chest as her fingers moved down her body searching for her wet slit. Dez let out a sharp gasp as her probing fingers made their way inside her hot slippery hole. "Please I need to feel your tongue in my pussy!" She begged. Nikki was happy to oblige. She wriggled down so her face was at Dez's pussy. She inhaled the musky scent of a woman in heat and knew she needed this as much as Dez did. She parted her pink lips and licked from the top to the bottom very slowly. Dezs' hips rose to meet he tongue. "Oh god she tastes good" Nikki thought to herself as she dove into her pussy lapping up her juices. She glanced at Jason and saw he was definately enjoying the show as he jerked himself in the chair. Dez was writhing beneath her as Nikki continued to assault her clit with her tongue. She knew Dez was very close to coming and wanted to prolong it just a little bit so she quickly pulled her tongue away. "No please don't stop I want to come on your tongue!!" Dez whimpered. "And you will don't worry." Nikki growled as she brought her face back down but this time the object her tongue was seeking was her tight asshole. She felt Dez's legs tighten as she began licking her ass. "Do you like getting your asshole licked?" she asked but the only reply was Dez pushing her face back to her tight anus. Nikki pushed her tongue inside the tight hole again and again before she decide she needed to taste this little slut's come. "All right you little whore I want to feel your come all over my face now!" Nikki growled at Dez as she sucked her rock hard clit into her mouth. As she sucked Dez's hips began to buck against her face and she felt a wet explosion all over her face. Dez was whimpering as Nikki began to lap up all the hot sticky juice she could. She climbed back up the bed and gave Dez a long kiss letting her taste her own juices off her tongue. "You know your boyfriend wants to fuck me don't you?" Nikki whispered to Dez. "I think you deserve it after that don't you?" Dez whispered back. Nikki replied by laying back and spreading her legs wide. "Come on Jason you have suffered long enough and someone needs to feel your big fat prick inside them!" Dez said to Jason. "You know you want her so get over here. Jason jumped onto the bed between Nikki's legs. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit a few times. He was so horny he just had to get inside her. He shoved his cock inside her slick hole and moaned. She felt so good he almost came right then but knew he better make this last. He began to slowly move his cock in and out. As he did Dez began to lick Nikki's huge tits. Nikki began to moan and move her hips to meet his thrusts. "I like being fucked and I like being fucked hard!!!!" She spat out. Jason was quick to pick up the pace and soon he was ramming her tight fuckhole as hard as he could and she seemed to love it. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in closer. He felt like he was going to blow at any second watching his girlfriend sucking on her nipples as he banged her hot pussy. Suddenly Nikki stopped him. She looked at them both and said "I have another hole that needs some attention!" She climbed up on all fours and waved her ass at Jason. "Now stick that cock in my ass!" Jason quickly positioned himself behind her leaned down, spit on her tight anus to lube it up a little and slowly began to push his hard dick inside her. She moaned as she pushed herself back onto it. "Oh God this is the tightest hole I've ever fucked!" He moaned. Dez climbed underneath Nikki and watched her boyfriend reaming this woman's ass. She felt Nikki's tongue on her pussy again as she watched. She looked up and realized that she too could lick pussy from here. She brought her face up and easily found Nikki's hard bud and started to lick it. "Yeah that's it lick my clit while he fucks my ass!!!" Nikki screamed out. Jason was fucking her asshole as hard as he could and knew he couldn't hold off any longer. "I'm gonna come!" He yelled. "Shoot that hot load in my ass!" Nikki yelled back. And as she did he let his hot stream go. Dez was still licking Nikki's wet cunt as Jason let his load go she felt Nikki's hot juices gush onto her awaiting tongue. This stream of juices down her throat made her pussy convulse as well. Jason pulled his still hard cock from Nikki's sticky asshole and dripped the last drops of come onto his girlfriends tongue. And just when he thought his dream night was over he heard Nikki say "Come up here and let me suck that cock dry while your little slut cleans up my ass!" Nikki took his sticky throbbing cock between her lips and began to suck. She felt another spurt release from it into her mouth. As she did she felt Dez slide up and start to lick her boyfriends come from her stretched anus. She could easily stick her tongue inside and taste the cream her boyfriend had left there. She probed her tongue deeper and deeper wanting to taste every last drop of this mix. She heard Nikki moaning her mouth still around Jason's fuck tool. Dez wondered if she could make her come again. As she continued sucking on Nikki's brown hole she brought her hand up and started to finger her new friend's dripping pussy. Nikki began to move back and forth urging her to continue. Dez rubbed faster and faster and stuck her tongue deep inside and wiggled it all around her asshole. Nikki could feel her pussy reaching that peak very quickly. She had never felt someone's tongue so deep inside her before and this feeling caused her again to let a flow of juices go with a scream. Nikki could hardly believe her luck as she looked at her two expert lovers laying beside her on the large bed. She had never expected her party to turn out like this. She decided she should probably go check out how the party was going. She slid off the bed and started to put on her clothes. As she did she looked at the couple on her bed and said "Stay as long as you like and depending how the party is going I may be back to join you later!" As Nikki left the room she knew she had to see more of this couple well at least the wonderful Dez that's for sure. She wandered around the party imagining the things she would like to do with the young blonde... Her Party [This story is fiction, but the characters are based on real people. It is an abridgement from an unfinished novel about politics, power and sex in Texas during the last half of the 20th Century. The novel may never get finished, so I thought I'd share this segment with you.] * If I had not been walking up to my bike at that moment, she would have found someone else. It was almost a random choice, and one of the few times in my life that I got lucky. She didn't pick me because of my good looks, so I guess I was her choice simply because I looked like I would do what she wanted--and that looked good enough to her. I had seen Dee at the retirement village a few times before when I visited my aunt who was fixing to move to Dallas to be near her grandchildren. She was easy to notice in her bright pinks and purples. Her hair would sometimes be different shades of pink to match—and always with sparkles. She usually dressed in tight pants and boots. If a woman in her seventies could be sexy, Dee certainly was, but I didn't see her that way at first. She just seemed to be an eccentric old lady until the moment she intercepted me in the parking lot as I walked out to my bike. "Hey, Ramsey" she shouted. Surprised that she knew my name, I stopped as she approached. "How about giving an old lady a ride on your hog?" "This ain't no hog, lady. It's a Honda Goldwing. My Harley was stolen, and I've been riding this. Besides," I muttered, " I'm getting to where I like a little comfort in my rides." "Well, it sure is big whatever you call it, and I would like a little spin on something big like that. What do you say?" "OK. Can you get on?" She said that she might need a little help, so I eased her up onto the passenger seat and dropped the armrest down while the bike was on its stand. I only had one helmet so I strapped it on her, mashing her pink hair around her lightly made up face. My helmet smelled like flowers and I had sparkles in my hair for two or three days after that. I mounted up and put the machine in motion. It was just a quick whiz up and down Houston's humid parkway, but she laughed and made squealing noises as she held tightly to my chest. She was talking the whole time, but I couldn't make out what she was saying--mostly. When we got back, and I helped her off, she invited me to her condo for a drink. I wasn't too interested, but I had nothing better to do—and she sweetened her offer by promising to make it worth my while. I was curious about what she meant, but knew that whatever she would offer, it would be something I didn't have. She had a complete liquor cabinet in her little condo. "Name yer poison," she demanded. "Uh, Jack. Straight up on ice." She quickly knocked it out and poured herself a glass of cold vodka that she kept in the ice tray. "I was an alcoholic much of my life, but I cleaned up in 1962. After Kennedy's assassination I ate right, didn't drink or smoke for 30 years, but now it doesn't matter. I drink and smoke all I want." We toasted and sipped while she asked about the bike and my aunt. She asked some personal questions about my age (56) and marital status (divorced), where I grew up (East Texas)... that kind of stuff. When the drinks were finished, I stood up to leave, but then she asked me to hold on a minute. Her tone got kind of serious. She looked me in the eye and said that her life had become very lonely. She needed someone to talk to and do things with besides the other old women in the village. "There are men here too," I suggested. She laughed and said that they were all used up. What she needed was a younger man, but she was realistic enough to know that would not happen unless there was a special arrangement. She raised her eyebrows and looked intensely into my eyes to send me a mental message. I'm not too bright, but her meaning was unmistakable. I found it amusing to hear such a come-on from a woman of her age. But because of her age, it occurred to me that I might be reading too much into it, so I asked her what she meant. "Here's the deal," she said bluntly, "You come around once a week on a night of your choosing. I'll cook you a good dinner. We'll talk and then I'll let you fuck me. You don't have to perform. You don't have to call me. You don't have to send me flowers. You don't have to take me out—unless you want to. I'm not looking for a romantic relationship so there won't be any hooks or webs to get tangled in. Give me a few of hours of your time, and I'll feed you and give you a warm place to cum." Truthfully, that sounded like a pretty good deal to me. There had been no woman in my life since my divorce years ago. Women were not interested in a skinny, balding man in his fifties with no car and living alone in an efficiency apartment. She mistook my hesitation to mean that I wouldn't do it, so she came up close, put her arms around me and looked up at my face. "Let me give you a blow job right now to see how you like it." I hugged her back and muttered some kind of an agreement. Taking my hand she pulled me toward the sofa where she sat down. "Can't get on my knees anymore, so just stand there." She had my jeans opened and my limp dick out in a matter of seconds. She picked a hair or something off the head and started sucking. She pulled back with her head and stretched it out to its full length with her suction. Her hands, lips and the inside of her mouth combined into a smooth, warm, and wet channel of feel-good. It didn't take long for it to fill up to a very pleasant hardness. "I see you've done this before," I joked. She hummed deeply in reply. Based on what she had just told me, I figured this to be an uncomplicated situation. So I simply fucked her face until I shot my wad. I had jerked off the night before, but it felt like a pretty good load went into her mouth. She continued to fiddle with my dick until it was soft again before she let it fall from her lips. She looked up at me and seemed to be proud of her work. I was feeling sort of rubber legged and sat down next to her. "Listen," I said, "Thursday nights will be best for me." --0— There were a lot of Thursday nights, and a few other nights besides, but I was careful to not let it become more that she had proposed. However, with each night came some conversation, and over time I realized that Delores might have led an interesting life. I wouldn't know how interesting until later. With the revelation of her life, came the obligation that I write it down for you to read. At first she wanted to know about me, but there was not much to tell. I had grown up in a small town in East Texas and dropped out of school to work as a welder. Lived in Houston since I was 20. Married a pretty cute little girl that worked in a refinery office over on the Ship Channel. When someone else offered her a better deal, she took off. I did some hard time for drugs, and it wasn't until I got out, that we actually got a divorce. After that my life consisted of nothing more than drinking, smoking pot, working (when work was available) and riding with a bunch of bikers—not organized into a club or anything. Just some single guys with a mixed set of wheels: a few Harleys, BMWs, a Moto Guzzi, a couple of Goldwings—that sort of thing. Since I was a convicted felon, the union wouldn't allow me to join, so I only got temporary or contract work. Didn't take long for me to run out of things to say. That's when she started telling me about her life. I didn't know until then that she was 77. I thought she might have been 68 or 69. She looked old, but not that old. ---0— Anyway, this weekly "rendezvous," (as she called it) went on for a while, and I wasn't giving it a whole lot of thought. I pretty much went about my low class life with a Thursday night highlight. It didn't dawn on me how much these few hours each week grew on me. Even though each week I looked forward to Thursday night, I just didn't think much about it other than there would be a fair meal and some straight sex that was a hell of a lot better than jacking off at home after a can of chili. But then one Thursday night was different. Oh, she smiled big when I came through the door, but I could see something different in her eyes—like she had been crying or something. Of course, I said nothing then, but now I know that she had received some bad news from her doctor. She fried a T-bone in butter for me that night. That's the way I like it. Before I finished eating, she went to the bedroom to get ready for me. She always did that. You know, it was a little odd that she was never completely naked with me. I just thought she didn't feel right about it or maybe she didn't feel good about her body anymore. I didn't care really. I felt her up every which way I wanted and her pussy was ever ready and waiting. She was so juicy that I figured she must have added a little something while preparing for me. After I got my rocks off and my pants back on, she asked if I would stay a little longer, 'cause she had something to ask me. I had nothing else to do and no work scheduled until Sunday, so I accepted a shot of Jack and settled down on her sofa. Besides I enjoyed talking to her. She had some wild stories, but this time she was deadly serious. She wanted me to promise two things. One was easy, and one was difficult. She told me that she had known for sometime that she wasn't going to live forever, and that every day was a bonus, but now that she was getting closer to 80, she knew that she would sooner or later end up dead or in a nursing home unable to care for herself—and that time would soon be upon her. I wondered what she meant, but she didn't allow any questions. She went on to say that she wanted me to write down her story. She had no family or friends left, but she thought someone somewhere would be interested in the part she played in history. "History," I thought. "History? What history is she talking about?" I started to ask, but she just shut me up with a wave of her finger and went on. The second thing she asked was that I put together a wild party for her. And she meant really wild. The kind of party she would have had 50 years ago. I reckoned that I could do that, but was pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to write anything worth reading. I didn't even finish a semester at Kilgore Junior College. I explained that to her, and she said for me to get a tape recorder. I could record her stories and write them later, or pay someone to do it. Now, at that time, I figured that I could make some audiotapes to please her, but I had no intention of actually writing the tales of this old woman. As for a party, "Well, anybody can throw a party," I said. After she told me what she had in mind for the party, I got to thinking that writing might be easier. She wanted a drunken fuck party. She wanted to be the center of attention of a bunch of men who would all fuck her every which-a-way. I had almost no friends that would do such a thing to a little old lady—well, maybe Swede, one of my biker buddies. He was kind of perverted. Asking questions was not part of my deal with old Delores, but I couldn't just let this request slide by without knowing more, so I just asked, "Why would you want to do something like that?" She didn't answer for a moment, then she took a deep shaky breath and said, "You have been a dear boy to give your time coming here to make an old woman feel needed. I don't think you are too interested in my life or why I am the way I am. Frankly, I am a little surprised that you would even ask. "However, I gave it some thought, in case you did ask, and I can tell you that it will all make sense to you when you hear the whole story, but the short answer is this: Most of my life, and all of my young life, was spent pleasing men. I never asked for much in return, but it always made me feel good that I could give pleasure to men without much effort. I simply allowed them to do what they wanted with my body. In my mind, this was what I was born to do, and doing it made my life interesting. It gave me a small role in the history of this country. And it allowed me to live in a modest degree of comfort. "Well, now I am near the end of the trail. I didn't expect to last this long, but I really won't last much longer. Right now, I can still walk and dance. I can drink and I can fuck. I have wanted to do this for several years, but I didn't have you to help me. If I postpone it, you may not be around--Hell, I may not be around then either! Gotta seize the moment, don't you know. "This won't be my first gangbang, but it will surely be my last. When you hear about my younger days, it will be all clear to you. Maybe then you will understand, but for now just help me have a last big fling. OK?" ---0--- My perverted biker buddy called himself Swede, but I have no idea of his real name. He was a big guy with a Hell's Angels tattoo on his arm. He rode with them in California but he didn't ride with the Houston chapter. He seemed like a good guy to me and the local angels that I knew were a pretty sorry lot. I didn't sugar coat anything—just came right out and asked if he would be interested in gangbanging an old lady. He replied that he liked old ladies, and that he had quite a collection of pictures of mature women. When I told him she was over 70, he paused to think about it, but said he was still interested. He called some guys that he used to ride with who thought partying with the old lady would be a hoot. We had the party in my little efficiency apartment because I didn't think anyone but Swede would come. But Swede came roaring up with two other guys on Harleys. They looked pretty bad, dressed in leathers and sleeveless denim "colors" with lots of tattoos. One of them had a hefty woman of about 40 leaning on the sissy bar. The other one wore his thinning hair in a ponytail, had a sparse mustache, and several ear rings in both ears. When they came in the one with a girlfriend said that his little brother might be coming with some friends. He introduced the woman only as his sweat hog, but she called herself Frankie. They seemed nice enough and smelled clean even though their jeans looked oil soaked. I introduced the three men and the woman to Dee and told her that others would be coming. She beamed and giggled at the news. Swede bent down to hug her then held her at arms length to say, "My, my, you have kept yourself in pretty good shape. You look about the same age as old Ram here." "Oh, how nice of you to say so," she replied. "I owe it all to staying slim and knowing a good surgeon." Swede was startled by her frankness, and after a slight pause shook the apartment with his laughter. I counted the men already in the room. There were four of us. She looked kind of frail to entertain this many large men, but she was laughing and flirting while pouring tequila into my Las Vegas shot glass collection. Dee correctly figured that I would only have country music, so she brought a dozen or so CDs—mostly old rock and roll with some jazz. Nothing I would have recognized. It was her kind of music and something she would dance to. While I was showing her how to put them in the CD changer, I asked if she was sure she wanted to go through with this. "After listening to the stories about your life, I feel really bad about this. I mean you used to be around high society people, and now I've got a bunch of low life bikers over here waiting to fuck you. It just don't seem right to me." She looked up at me with a bright smile, "Why, Ram, you are so sweet. Now, don't you go judging people. The sorriest son of a bitch I ever knew was rich and powerful, and the kindest most loving man was as poor as a church mouse. He worked with his hands just like these young men." Then putting her hand in mine, she said, "This is exactly what I wanted. If these boys can get it up for me, I will be using them more than they will be using me. It is important for me, so don't spoil it by feeling like we're doing something wrong. Besides, you're feeling that way because I am an old woman. If I were thirty, you'd be first in line." Before I could reply, she pulled my face down for a little peck on the lips, and returned to her task of putting the CDs in the proper order. I retreated to the apartment's little balcony where there were two folding chairs, an ice chest full of beer, and a charcoal grill full of hot ribs, boudin sausages, and ears of corn, which needed tending. Before food was served, I saw an old van pull in the parking lot below and two young guys slowly emerge. They checked out the bikes then looked up at the balcony to see where they were going. That made six—well, five, since I decided to not take a turn thinking she wouldn't be able to handle this many. They looked like boys to me, but they were probably close to 30. They were construction workers and one looked familiar. I've seen him around some job sites. Dee called out to everyone, "Drink! We're here to get drunk," and she passed around a shot glass of tequila and a cold beer chaser for each of us. When she got to me, she asked if more men were coming. I told here that I didn't think so, and that I would not take a turn since there were so many already. She smiled up at me. "I'll have these boys for dinner and you for breakfast." She went to the middle of the room and turned in a circle looking at everyone. "OK, everybody. Toss down the tequila, and let's party!" The shot glasses all went bottoms up followed by some whoops and gulps of beer. There would be several more rounds to fulfill the prophecy of drunkenness and lewd behavior. After everyone finished eating, and we had chased another tequila, she turned the room lights off so that only the outdoor balcony light illuminated the single room. She had spent some time talking to the woman that came on the Harley and seemed to be getting cozy with her. The men were grouped together talking about bikes, and the boys were sitting at the table saying nothing. Round three came and went about the time I was feeling the impact of round one. Dee and the other woman were dancing around the room trying to get the guys to dance with them. Swede got into it, dancing with one then the other. After a while, one of the young dudes danced with the heavy Frankie. All the men were looking at Dee. I reckoned they wondering about her just as I was--for sure. She was swinging her hips, dancing on her toes, with her arms above her head, motioning to each man to join her. I lingered on the balcony feeling kind of removed and safe from what was going on in my apartment. First of all, I don't like to dance. Second, I was afraid these guys would reject Dee or humiliate her—or worse, hurt her. Dee and Frankie sat together on the futon. I didn't really have a bed, just a big futon where they talked business-like. After a while, they got up and unfolded the futon into its bed shape. Dee went into the bathroom with a little bag, while Frankie went to the table and cleared it off. I got to thinking about how much juice these five men might produce, and quickly got some sheets out of the closet. Didn't want to soak the futon with body fluids. "This is Dee's special night," Frankie announced to everyone, "and she is the center of everyone's attention. Me and her have decided how to git-a-goin'. Bring in those chairs," she shouted to me, "and put them around the table. We're gonna play some cards." There were six chairs, but I said that since I was the host, only five would play. That was OK with everyone. It took me a couple of minutes to find an old set of cards, which Frankie gave to her boyfriend to deal. She asked if I had poker chips. I didn't but I had a jar full of pennies, which worked fine. Her Party "Best hand dealt will go first," she explained. "After that when its time for the next guy, the one with the most pennies goes. I am the bar maid, so I'll get you whatever you want." The room was pretty dim, but I thought it was still too bright. So I dug in to the catchall drawer and found some votive candles to put in the middle of the table. I found four but couldn't get the wick out of the wax on one of them. When I turned out the balcony light, there was only enough light to see the cards. From the table you could barely make out the futon and Dee who was already sitting on its edge. Before I switched off the balcony light, I looked down to catch her smiling face and saw that she was wearing something that looked like a lacy bra and a tiny low cut lace skirt with a gold chain around her waist. I could see light reflecting from the sparkles in her white hair and on her shoulders. Her silhouette looked good, but I knew that too much light could spoil the moment. "Uh, guys," I said leaning over the table, "don't get too rough with her. She is so old, I'm afraid you might break something." "I don't know, Ram," Swede said. "Looks to me like she's done this before, and I reckon she knows her limits. So let 'er rip!" Frankie got busy and every guy had a shot and two beers in front of him before the first hand was completely dealt. The younger brother drew a pair of Jacks, the best hand, and he immediately started chickening out. "Naw, I don't want to go first." "I'll go," his friend said. They agreed, and the table had four players, each with a stack of 10 pennies. I just leaned back in the sixth chair and watched. I watched the young 'un go stand in front of Dee, his back to the poker table, as she pulled his pants down around his knees. Next time I looked, he was between her knees lying on the bed. I could see his white butt bouncing up and down. Wasn't long before we heard him finishing up. The acting bar maid went over for a closer look, then came to the table to see how the pennies stacked up, and declared the biker with the pony tail to be next. He grinned drunkenly showing his crooked teeth and ambled toward the bed. The first guy returned to his vacant chair. "Wow," he said. "She gives amazing head!" "Yeah," I added, "you never feel her teeth, and she actually sucks." I wasn't trying to be funny, but everyone laughed. The penny stacks were evened out and another round of tequila shots and another beer was followed by another round of poker. This time they played until Swede ran out of pennies and said that this guy was taking too long. Frankie went over to the futon and played with ponytail's balls and tickled his bunghole until he unloaded. Dee called out that she needed a bathroom break, but could use another shot when she got back. I took her a shot and a beer and passed it through the bathroom door. Seeing that her boyfriend had the most pennies, Frankie said that she knew how to speed things up. She dove under the table and started working on his dick. By the time Dee got back to the bed the boyfriend walked in with his cock sticking straight out of his jeans shining with slobber. Even I was laughing. He was done before another hand could be played. Swede declared himself the winner, and told Frankie that he didn't need priming. He had been ready for a while. When he went to the bed, he stopped to take off his clothes. The others had just dropped their pants. Swede undressed and even removed his socks. I could see him kissing her before lifting her on top where he moved his big hands around her body. He was surprisingly gentle. I had him pegged to be a lot rougher. Swede would not be hurried, and nobody was about do try either. It seemed like a long time went by, but it was probable less than 20 minutes. Long enough though to set me wondering what it felt like for her. I often wondered what a woman must feel when a man is inside her—not emotionally, I think I get that, but just the physical sensations. There were several hands played just to kill time, since the only one still waiting was the young man that skipped his turn--Only fitting that he be last. When I looked to check him out, I saw his eyes were decidedly unfocused. I pointed this out to Frankie who was supposed to keep things going, so she went over to sit in his lap. His interest was slowly rekindled. She unbuttoned her shirt to give him a feel of her big soft titties, and then she unbuttoned his shirt to feel his boney chest. She slipped off his lap and kneeled between his legs and took his half-hard peter out. "Oh, my god. Look at this!" She looked over her shoulder with a big grin. His cock was a genuine whopper. He seemed proud to show it off. She went to work on it, then after a while she had her pants off and was riding on him. The boyfriend and his buddy were laughing and hooting at the sight of her big ass rolling around on this well endowed but skinny young man. But she didn't forget that his cum was meant for Dee and got off before he was ready to shoot. I had been so interested in the big woman on the skinny kid that I didn't keep up with Swede until he reappeared at the table. "OK, kid. Your turn," Frankie said as she put a grip on his big member and pulled him to the futon. Dee was lying still on her back with her legs spread and the young man took his dick straight to her pussy to shove it in right away. Dee moaned loudly, and I could see her raise her feet over the boy's back. They bucked around the bed for a few minutes then got quiet. Since everyone had a turn, there was no reason to continue the poker game. "Who ever wants seconds can just go on in," the big woman announced. The two bikers went in together and fucked her at the same time—one in her mouth and one in her pussy. They came at about the same time, and then went to sleep on the floor. The first kid to go went back for a second blowjob. When he finished, both young men took off. Swede gave her a hug and a kiss, said he would take his second turn when he saw her again, and then he left. Frankie took off her clothes and got in bed with Dee and began kissing and licking her all over. Dee accepted her caresses and kisses, but didn't seem to have much energy left. The woman sucked on Dee's shining pussy for a while but when she realized that she wasn't getting much response, she licked her way up to Dee's face kissing her deeply sharing the mixed tastes of different men. Then moved up to straddle her face, the woman ground her pussy on Dee's face until she came with such force that she woke up her boyfriend who got back in bed with them. I had stretched out on the floor since I was way to drunk to walk, and watched for a little while as the three of them moved slowly around on each other. The boyfriend might have fucked Dee again, but I was asleep. I didn't wake up until I heard the two Harleys kick over and blat into the distance. Dee had dressed and was sitting at the table. She had been fucked nine times—ten counting the other woman--and she looked awful. "Take me home, please." ---0--- I was afraid she'd fall off the bike, and I was still seeing double, so I took it easy. The sky was starting to brighten up when we got to the retirement village. I had to steady her on the steps and walked her all the way to her condo. Once inside, she asked me to stay a while and pointed toward the little refrigerator where she said there was some breakfast food. She made herself a hot bath while I found some cereal and milk. I was about to light a cigarette when she appeared in a white terry bathrobe with a white towel wrapped around her head. She said she felt a lot better, but had one more favor to ask before I could leave. "Come to bed with me for a while. You promised I could have you for breakfast." Knowing she had to have been exhausted, and knowing she wouldn't expect more than a quickie, I kicked off my boots and headed toward the bedroom. She dropped to the bed and rolled onto her back and opened her arms to me. I undressed and stretched out next to her. She smelled like shampoo and toothpaste. We kissed for a few minutes. The whole time I was thinking about the dicks that had been in her mouth a couple of hours ago. I knew a couple of them had unloaded in her mouth, but she tasted like sweet toothpaste instead. I played with her pussy for a little bit, and it seemed like there was plenty of slick left inside her, and I was hard enough to get started. As I was raising up, she said, "No. Wait. No one fucked me in the ass tonight, and I want you to so that the night will be complete. Besides my pussy is kind of sore and swollen." She rolled over, got on her knees, and lifted the robe up over her butt. The skin on her ass was silky smooth and soft, but her butt had become flat and little bit boney. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her crack to pick up a little lubrication, and then worked it into her asshole. Not much resistance, and when inside of her I couldn't get enough friction to come. So I just worked the head through her sphincter, which must have hurt, but she only made little hissing sounds until I shot my wad. It was a good one too. I don't get many that feel like big loads anymore. She then straightened out but stayed on her tummy. "Mmm, just what I wanted." "Did that feel good?" I asked. "No. It burned like hell. I couldn't have taken much more, but it was what I expected and what I wanted. Sometimes I need for it to hurt." My head was pounding from the tequila. She had never actually asked me to sleep with her, so I figured to go on home. I went to her bathroom to clean up my dick and find some aspirin. She had an impressive collection of medicines in her cabinet. Most I never heard of, but there were some painkillers. I helped myself to a few different ones, but didn't see any aspirin. I opened one of the little drawers under the sink and found a set of her dentures. They were partials dentures of her upper front teeth. That explained the amazing quality of her blowjobs. Somehow she was able to remove her partial without me noticing—not that I would have cared at that point anyway. I put the pills in my jeans and went back to tell her I was leaving. She was sleeping on her back with her mouth open. I looked in her mouth and confirmed that she was wearing an appliance of some kind. It was daylight by that time, and I decided to take advantage of the situation to really look at her body, so I opened her robe. Her skin was wrinkled all over but felt warm and smooth. I could see the small scars under her breasts where she had first a breast reduction and then implants. With the implants her breasts still sat on top of her chest and were sort of tight. Her belly was very loose—more like little folds than wrinkles. There was another scar on her lower belly with suture marks. Her thighs were more wrinkled than I had expected. She always wore tight pants, and in them her legs looked firm. ---0---