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Party Girl

By: Robby T.



his story is about the experience I shared with my first wife Stacy. I guess you could say she's a "party girl" and that's what led up to our divorce in 1992, but if only I was as perverted back then as I am now I can promise you we'd still be together. Looking back on it now, I realize leaving her was the biggest mistake of my life.

We met in 1985 when we were both sophomores in high school while walking around the Maine Mall browsing with a group of our friends. We seemed to fall in love right at first sight and throughout high school we did everything together as a couple. A "social butterfly" is what most people would refer to Stacy as, always looking to strike up a conversation even with people she's never met, so it wasn't uncommon for her to ignore me whenever we attended group gatherings such as rock concerts or drinking parties back in high school. I used to get extremely annoyed whenever she did this. I was immature at the time so I would make my frustration well known if she appeared to be flirting with other guys around her.

She never hinted that she ever wanted to cheat on me back in high school, but Stacy definitely loved to flaunt herself and one time she even wore a revealing bikini to a beach party that her friends had during our senior year. I had to work late that night, but when I finally arrived at the party around 11:00pm I immediately noticed how drunk Stacy was. She was in worse shape than I've ever seen her, but what struck me even more than this was the skimpy little white bikini she decided to wear without me in front of dozens of other guys. It wasn't as revealing as a thong or a g-string type, but a good portion of her ass was on display for the boys and it was also obvious my future wife had to shave some of her pubic hair so nothing would stick out from the sides of the tiny v-shape design in the front. I wasn't surprised at all to find some of the guys gathered around my girl acting as if they just wanted to chat, when in fact all they wanted was a better view of her perfect feminine body.

It wasn't until I finally laid my eyes upon her chest area a few moments later when my jaw literally fell open in disbelief, as I quickly noticied how an outline of Stacy's rather large dark nipples were easily fucking seen right through the damp white bikini top! I couldn't believe it, and to save myself the embarrassment of causing a scene in front of everyone I pretended not to notice until it was finally time to go home a couple hours later. I caught almost everyone in that time span staring at my Stacy's young perky breasts and as soon as we got into the car I asked her why she had to hurt me by wearing that "slutty thing" and give all those guys that night a free show of her lovely 34c-sized chest.

I swear I'll never forget that moment when she then looked down at her chest area in her well-drunken state to quickly notice what I was complaining about, and as if to pretend she didn't know a damn thing she just shrugged her shoulders and all she could say to me was "oops". As I then watched Stacy recline back into her seat to take a nap for the long drive home, I couldn't help but to stare at what she was wearing and what I could easily see right through it. Like a little slut she couldn't make it any more fucking obvious how she wanted all the other guys at the beach that night to look at her, and as she slept in the passenger's seat with her hands cupped behind her head I couldn't help but to notice that smile on her pretty face.

Even after high school, time and time again I passed off her little episodes as just innocent flirting. She enjoyed dancing with other guys whenever we went out, even though it hurt me to watch her dance a little "naughty" at times I still felt she loved me so in 1990 we tied the knot. We both turned 21 that year and we started to go out almost every weekend, and even on the Saturday nights I was stuck working overtime she still managed to go clubbing with a group of her friends. I didn't want to be a bad husband by telling my wife not to have a good time by dancing with other men, and nothing was said until months later when I noticed she began to allow these guys to start kissing her even though she knew she was married to me.

Right on the dance floor there was my party girl swapping spit with complete strangers, and of course I quickly tried to put a stop to it but Stacy responded by telling me that everybody's a little drunk and it's all just in fun anyways. She told me to "fucking relax" and insisted there was nothing meant by any of it so I believed her, but watching her make out with dozens of guys over the next few months right next to me on the dance floor drove a nail through my heart. It was then when my feelings for her began to change, and things didn't get any better.

Towards the end of our marriage was when everything started to get way out of control. There was a couple of times when Stacy would remove her jacket once we got to the club, and it was only then I would realize how she left the house wearing a tight, little meshed crop-top without a bra on making what was meant for my eyes only literally visible to the rest of the world. I would notice several guys on the dance floor those nights just stare at Stacy's tits bounce and sway under her shirt with every move her body made, admiring how she had no shame to allow her incredibly large brown nipples be clearly visible for everyone in the club through the extremely revealing meshed material. Guys would come over to dance with her and they would never take their eyes off her tits and she fucking loved the attention, everyone wanted to dance with my wife and if I felt then what I feel now I would have enjoyed watching it all. But being young and immature, watching Stacy have the time of her life cock-teasing the guys with her luscious chest devastated me. God did she ever love teasing the guys by giving them clear view of her perky tits right through her slutty outfits, but when she finally decided to take her "innocent" horseplay to a completely different level one night in the summer of 1992, it was the definite turning point in our marriage.

We went to one of her favorite bars in Portland that night, Stacy wore a real sexy loose fitting high-cut shirt without a bra that exposed her entire midriff section and also came down low from the top revealing lots of cleavage. I never did approve of her wearing these outfits during the last few months of our marriage when she started doing it, I was at the point of hopelessness but I would give anything now just so I could relive it once more (I realize now that this was the best time of my life). So anyways, after a couple hours of watching my wife dance and make out with several other men as usual, I went to the bar to get a drink before last call. I then went back to the dance floor about 20 minutes later only to discover Stacy wasn't there, but I didn't think anything of it at the time because she frequently needs to go to the bathroom when she's as drunk as she was that night. But when another 20 minutes rolled around and there was still no sign of my wife, I began to search for her in the corners in the club and even asked other girls to go into the ladies bathroom for me in hopes Stacy would be there.

Finally, I walked up a flight of stairs to a balcony the club had in the back and once I reached the top step what I saw only a short distance in front of me will be embedded in my mind forever. I didn't want to believe it but it was true - there was my gorgeous wife, on her knees and without her shirt on in the middle of the floor with some fucking guy standing in front of her with his stiff cock pulled out of his pants and already shoved deep into her mouth! With the club's loud music and a few other people on the balcony getting a "thrill" at what they were watching, Stacy didn't even notice I was standing there. I was frozen in my tracks and I remember watching everything as if in slow motion when I painfully noticed the obvious look of deep forbidden lust in my wife's pretty brown eyes staring into this stranger's face while working his big cock in and out of her open mouth with envy. His pants were unbuttoned and his zipper down but since she was using both of her tiny hands to keep his jeans from lifting, only her moist warm lips and tongue came in contact with his throbbing tool. I could easily tell my wife was strongly determined to make this guy cum because she kept pulling on his jeans to force his body forward a bit, trying to force even more fresh new cock down her throat even though it appeared her tender lips were already clamped at the base of his long shaft. She's always known how to work my cock, and as much as Stacy loves to give head I knew this guy was having the fucking time of his life. Just by the way I watched my wife lust over her newly discovered toy on her knees topless that night, I also knew right then my little angel was living a fantasy enjoying the texture of a much bigger and thicker cock that was now in her sweet little mouth than she's ever been used to.

I don't know why but I just stood there; I just actually stood there and watched my wife's head move back and forth over the entire length of this guy's cock right in front of me. Though I couldn't hear because of the loud music, I knew she was making those incredible "slurping" noises she always makes with my cock in her mouth just by watching how good of a job she was doing on this guy. I didn't know how to react by what I confronted, Stacy was obviously having more fun sucking this guy's cock than she's ever had with mine and what was probably only a few minutes felt like hours when I finally went over to them and broke things up before she would cause him to make a mess all over her pretty face. Obviously this guy wanted my wife to finish the job so I couldn't blame him for pushing me back, but once Stacy looked up and discovered she was caught with another guy's hard cock stuffed in her mouth she knew she had some explaining to do.

On the drive home she tried buttering up to me, making up stupid excuses like she just wanted to experience the feeling of another man's "penis" (as she put it) placed in her mouth. "It was just going to be for a few more minutes" she swore to me, "It wasn't like I wanted to make him cum, Rob" and added she wouldn't do it again. Eventually she got desperate and leaned over to give me a suck job while I drove, I knew I would be asking for a divorce in the morning so I let her blow me for the last time and knowing how she loves the taste of cum she moaned like a bitch like she always does when I finally released my load into her mouth miles later. She probably loved the fact that she had 2 different cocks in her mouth in a matter of less than an hour that night, though I'm sure after our divorce she's long since broke that record.

I found out later that her shirt was actually taken off on the dance floor and the guys who did it ran up the balcony stairs hoping she would follow and obviously the trick worked. A few of the guys began to grope her half-naked body once she reached the top but only one of them "had the balls" to pull his cock out and force my wife to her knees. By what I've heard from reliable sources, Stacy began to stroke this guy off for a few minutes before she finally looked up at him with a smile and then leaned forward to take his cock right into her sweet little mouth. If we were still married, and I grow into the pervert that I've become now, I would've loved being married to Stacy watching her give other guys head but of course I screwed this up when I was younger. The image that used to fill my heart with pain of watching her enjoy sucking that guy's cock only makes mine swell with excitement now. If I could do it over again, this time I would've let Stacy finish sucking that guy off, watching him eventually pump a huge load all over her pretty face and delicate chest taking it like the fucking slut that she is - turning to face me afterwards with a smile on her face caught with another man's cum dripping off her chin and plastered all over her pretty naked breasts.

I wonder how many guys she's spread her legs for and fucked since our divorce; how my feelings have changed in just a matter of 8 years! God how I miss being married to that slut.

Party Girl



I'll always remember the image. The gate in the privacy fence swinging open and there she was. A shapely blonde silhouetted in the low sun. In the glare I saw her slip a beach towel off her shoulders, bend over, and aim her bikini bottom at me. She laid her designer purse on the cement, arranged her towel on one of the deck chairs as if feathering a nest, and sank down below the sun with reflections off the pool dancing across her body. 

I saw her clearly then. I watched her velvety thighs as she laid the chair back and stretched out. Those legs looked young, like they'd never been out in the sun. But they flowed nicely into a fluorescent green triangle that matched the two covering her breasts. I could tell it was one of those pricey suits from the mall, well tailored, like her. I didn't get a good look at her face. Those funky white sunglasses turned to glance at me once – and only once.

I took a breath and went back to the laptop on my own scarcely covered lap. The semester hadn't started yet. I was looking at my courses on-line but I wasn't able to concentrate, not with that long, silky thing across the pool. You just knew she had all the accessories of a rich girl who'd never had to experience real life. I mean, what kind of girl brings a designer purse to sunbathe? 

I 'd had enough and closed the laptop, gathered my stuff and shuffled back to the apartment, wondering when my new roommate would show. It all felt a little odd. I'd been out of the loop for two years, trying to "find myself," as my dad used to say and, among other things, I'd discovered I wanted to be in the arts, you know, drama and all. I couldn't get into the big schools, so I ended up at a small college outside of LA. I was a late start. I was a couple years older than other freshmen like my new roommate, but that wasn't going to stop me. 

When I moved in there was already stuff in the apartment, so my roomie had already moved in, she just hadn't shown. I thought maybe she wouldn't. I'd have a single! But I couldn't swing the rent all by myself. So as I stood there in my bikini swishing my card through the lock, I hoped she was inside. She wasn't, but I noticed some things had been moved around. 

At least the new girl had finally arrived. And now in an ornate gold frame prominently displayed on top of the TV was a smiling young couple – how nice. She looked young to me. Her hair was long and fixed up like she'd been to the prom. Her eyes were bright blue and her cheeks flushed. The guy she was clinging to wasn't bad looking despite his overdone hairdo. But as far as I was concerned he probably didn't deserve her. Or maybe he did. I'd have to wait and see. 

My wait ended minutes later when the lock ticked and the door opened. What a shocker: it was her, the blonde girl from the pool, my new roommate. I hadn't recognized her from the picture, but it was her. We stood there strangely speechless in our bikinis, meeting for the first time. 

"Oh, hi," she said, "roommate?"

"Marissa," I said, extending my arm.

"I'm Loralie, Loralie Hollingsworth," she said, pulling off her sunglasses.

"Nice to meet you," I said, extending a limp hand as she set aside that gaudy purse. "Guess we both like to hang out by the pool."

"Oh, was that you?" she said, taking my hand for an obligatory second.

"Yeah, that was me."

"So, when did you get here?" 

"Last week."

"Uh huh," she said, glancing briefly at my exposed torso, then at my laptop on the counter. "You're not studying already, are you?"

"Just surfing," I answered. 

"What?" she called, retreating into the bedroom. 

Loralie pushed the door halfway closed and I heard the shower come on. I guess I was sort of disappointed then. She wasn't exactly my type, and she didn't seem at all interested in me. I pulled a barstool up to the laptop and went back to surfing my courses. What if I was studying already? 

I knew I wouldn't be able to do much of anything tomorrow – I'd be busy. The director had told me some members were coming in for the shoot, and that could always turn out to be sort of a creepy thing. I mean, sure, they were creepy enough just to look at, most of them, but when you had to stand there in all your glory and sign stuff for them and act like you loved doing it, well that wasn't something I looked forward to. And if any of them tried to hug me – or worse – it would just make me cringe. We all complained about having to "stroke members," but the couple of times I had to do it I think it affected me more than the others. But I had to play along, or start flipping burgers.

Otherwise it wasn't a bad gig, and I arrived that day ready to give a flawless performance so I could get my check and get out.

"Got your form?" said one of the hands. 

Instantly I realized I had, of course, forgotten the form that would clear me to work. That was bad 'cause I'd never forgotten before and I didn't know if they'd let me work without it. And even worse, the form was still where I'd left it days ago, on the dresser in the bedroom I was now sharing with Loralie. I offered to call the lab but was told they wouldn't release the information over the phone. I was really busted but because I'd been working for awhile, or maybe because the director liked me, I was able to persuade them by promising to bring the form in the next day. It wasn't going to be easy, juggling work and school, especially doing this kind of work and rooming with a prom queen.

I walked into the dressing room, not knowing who I'd have to face. It didn't really matter, but I had my favorites. The makeup lights were already blazing but no one was there in front of the mirrors except me. I don't know why, but the glare reminded me again of Loralie with the sun behind her that day at the pool. 

As I unbuttoned my denim blouse, she walked in, my "opponent" that is. It was "Cyberia," one of the Russians. I didn't really know her, but I'd heard she was beat pretty regularly. So at least I knew she wasn't going to take things too seriously, like that Mongolian, or whatever she was, the one I'd heard was getting off on kicking the girls around. One girl got a broken leg, snapped like a pencil when the Mongol jumped on her. Maybe our producer thought the members liked that kind of action, but a bitch like that was going to run out of opponents fast. 

"Heard about your form," Cyberia mumbled, pulling off her tube top, uncovering a thick push-up bra. Dark hair bracketed Cyberia's face. She had an upturned nose, thin eyebrows and cool eyes. She was a little underweight though. The shoot would be easy, I told myself, hanging my blouse in the locker behind me. I just wished we got paid for winning. 

"Don't worry, I've been cleared," I said. I unzipped my faded shorts and let them fall. Then I kicked them up into my hand. 

"I'm not worried," she said, whipping her bra off of breasts that perched instead of hung on her. 

Mine bounced out of my bra, eager I suppose, and twice her size, well, maybe. "You know we're stroking some members today, don't you." I advised.

"I heard. Doesn't bother me, does it you?"

"No," I said, trying to convince us both, "it's just a job." 

We peeled our panties off as if on cue. Cyberia turned to me, saying, "OK, let's do it." 

I felt silly thinking she wasn't talking about the shoot. I waited for her to pick her bikini out of the locker before I snuck a look. She was shaved clean and looked younger that way. At least my muscles were toned up so I looked halfway athletic, not like I was in junior high. But I supposed the members liked that about her. I smiled back as we finished putting our micro-bikinis on. 

Cyberia followed me through the gray metal door at the end of the hallway. Hot light flooded over us as we entered the little arena. The director was there with an assistant and three camera persons at their posts, two against the back wall and one rover looking for good angles. Beyond the floor was the usual audience – a smattering of off-duty employees and their guests who were there just to "make it real" with cheers and catcalls for atmosphere. There were a few claps as we entered – "premature clapulation" we called it. 

Hiding somewhere in that audience were the three visiting members who I hoped were not any of my "owners," that is, members who'd bought on-line credits and used them to "own" part of me and whose bank would rise or fall depending on how I did in my matches. They were the ones you really had to keep happy 'cause they were spending boatloads of money "investing" in you and management obviously wanted to make sure they kept it up, so to speak. 

We stood there making small talk and doing some stretching exercises, waiting for them to call us on. I never got nervous or anything. Some girls would freak out, especially the first time they actually stepped out into the lights, knowing they couldn't hide anything from the cameras. I guess they just couldn't stand the exposure – ha-ha – but I never let myself think about that.

I was starting to feel a little caffeinated when they called us. We walked out to the center of the floor, Cyberia in her blue bikini and I in my red one, the strings bow-tied in the middle of our backs and on each hip. I wasn't all that tan, but standing next to me Cyberia looked like an ice statue. We were perfect opposites, her paleness and the darker Hispanic features of my Mexican ancestry. My hair was long and straight. My face was long too. And my mother always said my eyes were like "black diamonds" inherited from my great, great grandfather who was Navajo. 

The referee standing in the other backstage doorway approached us and held our wrists. He announced our names, raising our arms up in turn, and the tiny crowd clapped impartially. He didn't state the rules, like they do in boxing. As far as I knew, the rules were unwritten – no punching, kicking, scratching – that sort of thing. Too many scratches and bruises meant you couldn't work till they healed, for aesthetic, not medical, reasons. Then there was the other unwritten rule: it really didn't matter who won. Except that more and more it seemed that girls were realizing it really did matter.

We separated and the ref whistled to start the match. I was thinking about how long it was going to take to subdue her, when suddenly I was on my back! Cyberia had lunged at my ankles and all I could do was fall back on my butt. What the ----? I'd never seen that one. Then she threw her body on top of mine so hard the wind rushed out of me. I tried to roll but she pressed her body flat against mine and pinned me down against the mat. I thrust my pelvis against hers a couple of times to try and slide out from under her. Her lower body lifted into the air as if she was riding a bull, giving me the break I needed. I suppose the spectators were cheering but during shoots I was never really aware of anything but the action.

We ended up perpendicular with Cyberia's chest across mine. Then she reached for my crotch. That was how you scored points. You groped your opponent's boobs, fingered her crotch, and got her in a submissive position and held her there – not to be confused with real wrestling. Everything we did was supposed to be sexy and titillating and that's what you had to think about out there. It wasn't about wrestling, though some of the members were so deluded they thought it was, just like the so-called professional wrestling you see on TV. But it was really all about members getting off in the privacy of their own homes by watching women that most of them would have no chance of ever seeing naked in real life. And while I was happy to help those pathetic guys, and girls too by the way, I really didn't care what I was being used for. I just liked performing, but most of all, the money.

I could feel Cyberia's long fingers slip under my bikini bottom and paw at the little triangle of velvet I'd left there. She'd probably get a point for that, but points were really the last thing on my mind. The problem always was, no matter how many points you got, the show had to go on, and on, for about 20 minutes so once the video was edited and the different camera angles mixed in there'd be enough for the members to drool over. So you couldn't really go crazy and wrestle hard 'cause you'd either start sweating buckets under the hot lights, burn yourself out and just be lying there like dead meat at the end, or you'd get hurt. So you learned to be "passive-aggressive."

Apparently no one mentioned that to Cyberia, because she was like a maniac on me. I guess she wasn't satisfied with pawing my pubes because she grabbed one of my legs and used it to ratchet herself around until all I could see was her blue bikini bottom in my face and her skinny thighs wrapped around my head! I tried to thrust upward to dislodge her and slip out like before, but it only made things worse. My head rose between her thighs enough that she was able to slip them under my jaw and tighten them around my neck. When she did that it really ticked me off. Then she was jerking the strings of my bikini bottom to rip it off. The suits barely tied on 'cause they were supposed to come off during the match. But all she did was stretch it and pull the knots tighter, giving me a wedgie. 

I could feel my face getting hot and red with those thighs clamping my neck like that. Where was Cyberia getting these moves? And also – why? Whatever, I said, pushing my hands under her hips and trying to push her pelvis up and off me. She wouldn't budge. Now I was really angry at this girl. She needed to lighten up. But then it hit me: my wiry opponent hadn't been winning, and her stock was way down. That's it – management must've told her to get tough or get out. She couldn't just lie there and look sexy anymore. She had to make a big splash to try and get members interested in her. If she didn't, she wasn't going to be collecting any more of those adorable little four-figure checks that made us all willing to put up with the downside. 

Of course, I wanted to win too. I kept thrashing around underneath her but I couldn't get her off me. Then I felt her fumbling around down there again. My bikini had slid down to where it was just laying like a wadded rag across me. Cyberia went for another score. Her fingers dove inside me and started rocking back and forth so fast my clit felt as hot and red as my face. Where was the ref? I wanted to yell "Take it easy!" But that was a no-no, a showstopper after which the whole crew would treat you like crap. But we were only supposed to make it look like it hurt, especially at the end of the match when the winner got to victimize the loser. 

I was getting hurt and couldn't do anything about it. I had to stay calm and think my way out of this. I had to get her off of me, or she was either going to choke me or burn my clitoris off 'cause this crazy Russian just wasn't letting up. I started twisting and thrusting my legs up into the air and she rode me like a slut. Then her body rose enough for me to reach around her ribs and underneath for her boobs. I wasn't trying to score points. I just wanted to give them a shot that would cause her to lay off me. I timed it right and got my fingers over her bikini top and squeezed. 

Cyberia flinched and her thighs flew apart, freeing me. I just pushed her aside and got back on my feet. As I did, my red bikini bottom slid down to my ankles. I just stepped out of it with one foot and kicked it across the mat with the other. Cyberia's bottom had also come undone and she did the same thing. Her eyes were like blue flames staring at me. Her face was hot, and this was the first time I'd wanted a shoot to end prematurely. We stood there bottomless, our tops still in place, eying each other and wondering what next. 

I expected her to pull out all the stops then, but she didn't. We grappled awhile and scored on each other but I guess the tweaking I gave her got her mind straight and she realized she could hurt too. I hadn't kept track, but when the match ended she was up by one stupid point. So now I was going to have to be her bitch as we did what's called the "after-match" where the winner gets to dominate the loser and punish her however she wants. I reminded myself it was all an act, just for show, but I thought I saw those flames coming up in Cyberia's eyes as she got the win. I hoped she was just happy to win for a change, and that she'd forgotten my little love squeeze. 

While Cyberia strapped on the dildo, a small, pink one, I assumed the customary position: down on all fours at the center of the mat. The thing was, I was already sore from her fingering me and I just wasn't into getting that strap-on jammed into me, especially by a girl who might be bent on revenge. I turned my head to see if I could sense anything as she approached. Cyberia just looked at me through slits in her eyes. 

She straddled me and sat on my back, then grabbed a handful of the hair at the back of my head and jerked my head back. Usually the victor would berate the victim, call her a slut and so forth, again all part of the show, but Cyberia was Russian and probably didn't know much English. Anyway, she didn't say a word as she untied my bikini top and threw it on the floor. The notion of her taking out her frustrations on me flashed across my mind and I even felt a twinge in my nipples as they dangled there awaiting judgment. But then she lowered herself off me into position behind my butt. The pink-plastic rod felt cold as it penetrated. It was wet but still my whole body shivered as she drove it deep. She slammed me with it until she got tired, I guess, but it didn't really faze me much after the initial shock. The audience got its "bang for the buck" and I hoped that was it, but I braced myself in case she wasn't finished with me. 

Then she got back on me and I got this weird feeling like something fluttering around inside me, but not butterflies. It was like something eating at my core. I just wanted to go home. I felt her fingertips fasten around my nipples then, and she pulled them straight down – like she was milking me or something – and I mean she jerked on them and it really hurt. I felt like bucking her butt off and kicking the bitch senseless but I was hurt and exhausted. Still I stood up and protested, "Hey!" I had to. I couldn't take it. The referee grabbed me and kept me away from her. I heard the crowd was cheering.

That bitch. What was she thinking? It felt like somebody had wrung my nipples out like a washrag. I'd never let her do that to me again. I headed for the backstage door, but the director yelled and reminded me that we had guests in the audience. Damn it! I'd forgotten all about that. I thought about bolting out of there, but knew I'd probably not be allowed back. 

So I had to stand there with Cyberia, as the director guided the three members out of their seats and over to us. I just ignored her and stood there, totally naked, my nipples aching so much my eyes were tearing up and my legs shaking like they'd crumble beneath me at any moment. 

The three members finally reached us and they were like blobs of putty, giddy and blubbering as they snuck glances at our bodies. They wanted talk, and autographs on a bunch of promotional items they'd been given, but all I heard was bla-bla-bla. I wiped a tear from the corner of one eye and tried to smile my way through it. The director finally pried them away, but one came toward me with open arms. I hated being pawed but I would've given him that hug under normal circumstances. But now my nipples were so sensitive I didn't even know how I was going to put on a blouse – forget a bra – to get home. So I just put my arms out and patted his shoulders so he couldn't get too close. 




Party Girl



I managed to dress and get back to the apartment that day. But for the first time I wondered if I was doing the right thing, putting my body on the line like that, not to mention on-line. Usually I just breezed in and out and it was sort of enjoyable to mix it up with the girls like that. It was exciting but, more than that, it paid well. Call me stupid but I knew I wasn't going to find a job that paid like that anywhere else. Anyway, it was another learning experience. And for me the last two years had been about learning who I was and how to live on my own.

As we settled into our apartment and started classes, I learned a lot more about my roommate. I learned enough to know I'd better refrain from divulging the details of my life. We seemed to be separated by more than the two-year difference in our ages, a lot more. Lorlie convinced me she'd enrolled just to be near her boyfriend who'd gotten into Pepperdine, and that her goal was not necessarily a degree in marketing, as she'd declared, but one in marketing herself to her alleged fiancé, Trevor. 

Once she asked if I was seeing anyone, saying she'd never seen me with anybody or even talking about seeing anybody. I said no, I had no time for that 'cause I was too busy with school and working to keep myself in school. That seemed to keep her quiet on that topic, though I know she stayed curious about my private life like it was some big secret, which it was. But instead she would go on and on about Trevor, how prestigious his family was, how he hadn't been spoiled by that, and how many kids they were going to have after he finished law school. She even had some names picked out, names like Courtney and Britney, names that might just as well have been glibby and smuggy.

Despite seeing Trevor two or three times a week, I'd never met the boy and didn't really care to. I did, however, become acquainted with him one day. I had an art appreciation class in MacLeod Auditorium. It was a humanities elective, so it drew a large crowd of freshman non-majors. One day I recognized him from the picture, Loralie's Trevor, sitting there talking to another guy before class. I hadn't noticed till then but it turned out Trevor and I were in the same class, academically, not socially of course. I decided to use my anonymity to find out what was so special about this guy, so I sat down in the row just behind them. They didn't notice me, and kept on talking. 

"So what's up with the entertainment for Tiki Island?" said the other guy. 

"Oh I don't know," said Trevor. "I'm still wrapping my head around that one."

"About a dozen strippers would be nice. Yeah, that's it! We could put up a net and play volleyball with 'em."

"Strippers," Trevor said, cocking his head, "at a frat party?" "Gee, that's a novel idea, bro." 

"So, what's your idea?"

"Haven't got one, but I'll let you know when I do."

"Blondes," said the sidekick, "big blondes – know what I mean?" "Like the one you're seeing."

"She's not that big."

"Then what's the point, man?"

"She's just a kid I'm babysitting until I can put the tag on her."

"You haven't yet?"

"Nope; I dated her a couple times in high school and she fell hard and had to follow me here. Now it's just a matter of time before we hear that big, juicy popping sound and I leave her to guys like you for seconds."

"Sure, Trev, we know. She's been telling everybody you two are goin' nuptial."

"Let her talk – it keeps other guys from sniffing what's rightfully mine."

"So it isn't serious?"

"No, bro. Like I said, I'll be in and out of her soon and movin' on to the next bimbo virgin on the list."

"And who's that?"

The professor step onto the stage. Trevor tried to hold his laughter in and replied, "Your sister."

I could've just forgotten that conversation and nobody would've known I'd been there. Instead I wrestled with the notion of being obligated to tell Loralie what I'd heard, that she was being taken advantage of, that her Trevor was just another talking butt who just wanted to do her rather than have anything to do with her. I hated guys like that, and that must've been what made me tell her. 

"Loralie, I need to tell you something," I said when I got back to the apartment that afternoon. In a cutoff top and pink panties, Loralie was lying on her stomach on her bed watching a moving.

"What?" she barked as her back arced and that posh bottom of hers perked up. OK, so I looked. "What's that you're watching?" I asked, thinking about how Loralie was about to go through the roof.

"Oh, the movie? It's Party Girl. I just love it. Have you seen it?"

"Yeah," I admitted. I like how she changes so much, from being so naïve and dependent to—

"Oh I don't get any of that stuff. I just like the guy in it, you know the one."

"— finding her inner strength and taking charge of her life," I continued. "OK," I said, sitting down on the edge of the other bed. 

"What the matter?" 

"I saw Trevor today."

"Oh," said Loralie, popping up to a sitting position on her bed. "You finally met."

"Not exactly, you see he's in my art appreciation class. I didn't realize it till today, there's so many people in that class. But I overheard him talking with another guy, I think from his fraternity. OK, you know, he was telling the guy how he was just playing you, and that all he wanted was sex and then he was going to dump you."

"That couldn't have been Trevor," said Loralie. "You've never seen him so you obviously mistook someone for him." 

"I don't think so," I said. "Hasn't he ever mentioned he's in art appreciation in MacLeod Auditorium on Tuesday afternoons?"

"Well, yeah, I think so. But that doesn't mean anything. Like you said, lots of people are in there."

"Loralie, I'm sure it was him. I'm sure of it. He's just using you."

"No, you're wrong. Why are you doing this? You're just jealous. I knew there was a reason you never went out. I thought you were a lesbian, but maybe you just wanted to date Trevor!"

"That's not true. No way. I'm just trying to do you a favor 'cause you're my roommate. I'm trying to keep you from getting hurt."

So, like the old saying, my good deed was punished, and that wasn't the end of it either. Loralie wouldn't speak to me after that. She hated me, I guess, and I was just going to have to get used to it. And that was going to make my career as a student even more difficult than it already was. Days later I got to the point where I didn't think I could take it anymore. 

Then came my next art appreciation class – and Trevor. I sat down, far away from where I'd eavesdropped on him the week before, and tried not to look for him as waves of students entered the auditorium and sat down. 

I listened, scribbled more notes than usual, and quickly left the building after the lecture. Then down the steps I went, hurrying off to the security of the apartment. But security might've been the wrong word for it 'cause I'd lit my roommate's fuse, I was stuck with her, and there was no telling what she was going to do next. I walked on, anxiously dodging backpacks and bikes, stupidly thinking that any one of them might suddenly reach out and grab me – someone hired by Loralie, or Trevor, to smack me around for daring to come between the two of them. But then I realized Trevor had never met me, so how could he know what I looked like?

I'd put two blocks and most of the student body behind me and I was in the clear, crossing a row of athletic fields that were empty except for soccer goals and an odd little garden in the middle of them. I usually crossed the fields by walking through the garden which was small but beautifully arranged with a gardener's shed in the center. One time I'd rested on a bench and just soaked up all the color and fragrance before walking on. That was a rare peace apart from the hectic rush my life had become. 

The empty expanse of grass around me seemed to assure that I'd soon be back at the apartment. And the soothing fragrance of lavender enveloped me as I reached the garden and stepped briskly onto the flat stone path that ran through it. The bench was tempting me, but I walked on. The path split around the wooden shed and rejoined on the other side. I always took to the right 'cause I thought most people would take the left. 

I was almost past the shed, marveling at a cluster of delicately blended pink and orange roses, when something touched my arm. Suddenly I my body was jerked around and pushed against the back wall of the shed. The bright-blue sky beyond was obscured by two heads. I recognized both. It was Trevor and his frat mate, the one who'd been with him the day I'd overheard them in class. They were holding my arms tight against the shed. 

"Where you going," Trevor said, straining to hold my arm against the wall. I was so stunned I couldn't put my thoughts into words. "So what's your problem," he said in quiet but angry voice. 

"What are you talking about?" I sputtered.

"You know what I'm talking about, you little dyke." Trevor didn't take his eyes off me as he asked the other guy, "Well, bro?"

"It's her; Rosa Thorne." I guessed Loralie had given them a picture of me or pointed me out to them. But it was worse than that. They knew my stage name. And, if Trevor had bad intentions toward Loralie, his own girlfriend, I could imagine what he had for me.

He cracked a smile, but he wasn't joking. "So," he said, "a real frigging porn star!"

"You're crazy," I told him. "Let me go, or I'll scream." I started pushing against their arms but Trevor and his 'bro' pushed back, hard. I thought of kicking their crotches, but waited.

"I thought you liked to wrestle."

"Let me go now or I'm calling the police."

"And what're you going tell them? That you're a porn queen?" They both laughed. "That you wrestle naked for a living?" 

"You don't know what you're talking about, and you better let me go now unless you're ready for the consequences." 

Trevor continued: "Consequences? You're the one who's fantasizing. But then, that's what you do best, isn't it."

"Give it up, I'm not your girl."

"You sure of that?" he asked.

They other guy added, "We can find out easy enough," as he looked down my halter top.  "How's that?" said Trevor.

"She's got a tatty on her titty."

"A tattoo?" Trevor looked into my eyes and gave me another wry smile. "Really? Let's see."

I swallowed hard. "Let me go, I'm telling you. You're crossing the line." 

I got that hollow feeling in my stomach, the one when you realize something really bad is coming. But I used my mounting anxiety to push hard against them with both arms. And still they held me and pushed me back against the shed. I was used to being shoved around by opponents, you know, but then they'd always let go. These guys weren't letting go, and that sinking feeling hit me.

Trevor gave the nod. The guy grabbed the neck of my top. It was one of those you didn't need to wear a bra with, the only one I had, and I remember hoping he wouldn't rip it. Stupid. It was breathing fast and wanted to close my eyes but didn't. Then he pulled it down on the side where the strap had slipped off, and my boob just jumped out and quivered. 

I tried to look past them, across the field but it was as empty as before. The sky was still bright-blue and the sun still burning hot but I got goose bumps right then. The guy hesitated and mumbled something about it being the wrong one. Trevor stood there obviously getting off on my exposed breast. 

The jerk pulled on the other side but it wouldn't go down 'cause of the strap. So he pulled the strap off my shoulder and tried again. His hand raked across my nipple and the other one breast bounced out and my nipples started to feel like lead weights. I wanted to fight but for some reason I just couldn't, maybe because they'd just discovered the peach-colored rose on my breast.

"OK," said Trevor, "Now we know who you are, and what you are." 

I wanted to spit in his face but he was so pathetic with his sharp cheekbones, cleft chin, and wavy brown hair all coifed up and matching the color of his eyes. I bet as a child his parents entered him in beauty contests. But he wasn't a girl, he was a man, at least physically, and he'd made me feel something unlike any had before. "So now you know," I told him. "Now leave me alone."

"Not so fast," he said. "You're going to do something for me."

"I wouldn't bet on it," I warned.

"No, you're going to do it, because if you don't I'm going to the Daily Scholar and tell them all about your sleazy little side job. And you know what? When that story gets out they'll kick your ass out of school."

"They can't expel me for that."

"Oh yes they can. Just ask around. Ask my old man. He's a personal friend of the guy that owns this college – know what I mean? And when he wants to ruin someone, they're ruined. Understand?"

I couldn't believe it. You know, I just couldn't believe that after working so hard to get there, I was going to be kicked out of school for this, for just trying to help my stupid roommate! It just couldn't be. Now I was more outraged than scared. "Get off of me and I'll think about it," I said. I wasn't about to give any sexual favors out, if that's what he wanted. I just wanted him to let me go.

"OK, but you run I'm going straight to the DS. OK, let her go, bro." They both let go of me. I quickly pulled up my top. "OK, here's what you're going to do," Trevor went on. "You're going to make an appearance at our Tiki Island party. It's a week from Saturday at my dad's house on the lake. Come to the house early afternoon. Just ask anybody over there where his house is."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're going to bring another wrestler girl with you – I don't care who, just bring her – and you're going to wrestle for us. Got it?"

I answered back, "You think I'm stupid? If I go out there in front of a bunch of guys they're going to know I'm the one on the Website and then everyone on campus will know. I'll be kicked out of school anyway!"

"No," said Trevor. "You won't. You can disguise yourself. Wear a mask or something. So nobody will know. And we won't tell anyone either."

"How do I know you won't just go to the DS anyway, or keep blackmailing me whenever you want something? What guarantees you won't do that?"

"Nothing." Trevor smiled. "That's a chance you'll have to take."

I looked away, over the roses and across the field of grass waving silver-green in the breeze. What a day, I thought and asked, "What time." 

When I got home I didn't tell Loralie what happened. I couldn't, without revealing everything to her. Besides, we weren't even on speaking terms anymore. She hated me, thinking I was trying to steal her beloved Trevor. That, of course, was so not true. I'd never thought of stealing that spoiled brat from her. But then one day I came back from one of my evening classes and Loralie was waiting for me. What was most surprising was – she actually spoke!

"Marissa," she said, sort of hushed, "we need to talk."

"Oh," I said, trying to hide the utter shock in my voice, "what about?"

"I think I owe you an apology."

"Go on," I said, my ears perking up like a Doberman's.

"Well, it's like, I've been trying to find out if you were right about Trevor. And it looks like I was so wrong about him and you were right. I'm really sorry and I hope you'll just forgive me."

"I'll forgive you. But how'd you find this out?"

"I was on campus yesterday and I saw this guy from Trevor's fraternity. I'd never met him but I remembered seeing him once when Trevor showed me the House. So I went up to him and started, you know, flirting. He didn't recognize me. Then I mentioned how I knew a girl who was dating a guy from the House, and his name was Trevor. 'Which one?' the guy said. I said I thought she was his girlfriend from high school. And he said he'd thought I was talking about the porn star!"

"Porn star?" I said, struggling with the lump in my throat.

"Yeah," Loralie said, matter-of-factly. "The guy said he heard Trevor had seen a porn star and he'd invited her to be at Tiki Island with him. That's the big frat party they do every year."

"So, you believe that guy?"

"Why not? Why would he lie about something like that?"

"Look, um, Loralie—

"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to say I'm sorry and everything. I hope we can be friends again."

"Loralie, there's something—

"Shuuush! Now, just to show you I'm serious, I cooked dinner for us."

Loralie took me by the hand and led me to the sliding doors, pulled the curtain back, and there on our little patio was a table just big enough for two, elegantly set with a white tablecloth, silverware, wine glasses – even a wedding candle sticking up between the place settings. "Loralie," was all I could say.

"Go sit down and I'll bring out the plates. Everything's done." I did as told, and when Loralie came back from the kitchen she had two plates of pink salmon, artichoke hearts and melon slices with blueberries. "I hope this is enough," she added.

"No, this is too much," I said as Loralie lit the candle.

She sat down across the table and was filling our wine glasses when I think I really noticed her like I never had since that day I first saw her at the pool. The candlelight reflected off the patio's whitewashed walls, and the warm light brought out the gold in her hair. It flowed down like liquid amber and disappeared behind her shoulders. I'd kill for that hair, and that was just one of the jumble of notions flooding my mind right then. She saw me and asked, "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing." I tried to look away and up at the stars dotting the evening sky. I felt a cool stillness. "Your hair looks nice tonight," I told her.

"Thanks." And her eyes did too. They matched the evening sky with their blueness and sparkle. What was I thinking? What was I doing! I tried to think but that face was unrelenting, those perfectly puffy cheeks, the girlish nose, those lips and skin like a baby. We'd had our differences and still did, but here was a side of Loralie I'd never seen. Maybe I'd sensed it, but hadn't seen it. I couldn't quite make words out of it, but it was like innocence, only it wasn't. It was more a sweetness. Yes, Loralie was nothing but sweet. "Loralie," I said. "I have to tell you something. You may not believe this but it's the truth, and I have to tell you. First, I don't know what to say about all this, the dinner and everything, it's so – sweet of you. I just love it."

"Oh it's nothing. I had it all planned for Trevor. I wanted to show him I could cook. So since I'm dumping him, I had all this food and stuff, so, here it is." 

"Well, I love it anyway. But what I was saying is, what I was trying to tell you is: I'm the 'porn star' that Trevor is seeing."

Loralie froze for several seconds. "What?" she uttered.

"It's like this: I work on this Website, with other women. It's just something I do to pay for college. I don't consider myself a porn star. I don't have sex with guys or anything like that. I just wrestle – women." 

I paused to let Loralie catch her breath. "You're not serious," she smiled. "This is just a joke, right?"

"No, I'm telling you the truth."

"My god," she shrieked, "and you're dating Trevor?"

"No-no I'm not. That's not happening. It's just that he found out about me being on-line like that with other women."

"You wrestle?"

"It's a long story. But one of his guys recognized me from our Website. That was after I told you about how he was just using you. So to get back at me, he and another guy grabbed me over there in the garden between the soccer fields and they're forcing me to bring another girl to wrestle for them at that Tiki party. He said he'd leak my story to the school newspaper if I didn't do what he said, and once the story got out I'd be kicked out of school. He said his father would see to it. Loralie, do you get what I'm saying?"




Party Girl



"Yes," she said, her blue eyes flickering in the candle glow. They seemed to stare right through me.

"So you see I'm not dating him, for sure. And what he did to me was disgusting."

Loralie took a gulp of wine and when she finished rolling it around in her mouth she asked, "What do you mean? What did he do to you, I mean, besides forcing you to go to the party?"

I bit my lip. I was ashamed of what had happened to me, but I was more ashamed of myself for feeling so ashamed about it. "He and his frat buddy assaulted me.".

"No. Wait. That's impossible. Trevor wouldn't do that," said Loralie.

"He did."

"He did what?"

"They weren't sure it was me, so they wanted to see my tattoo, to prove I was the girl from the Website."

"You have a tattoo? I've never seen it."

"It's a rose on my breast. They pulled my top down to see it."

"Is that it?"

"Yeah. Isn't that enough?"

"Well, yes, I'm not saying what they did wasn't bad. But it's not like date rape or anything."

"Loralie," I whiffed, "what they did is sexual assault."

"But they didn't grope you or anything, did they? So all they did was see your boobs. And I don't know why you'd be so upset, since you, you know, do porno on-line like that and millions of people see you."

"It's not the same. Believe me, it's not the same. I'm a person. Maybe I'm an object when they watch me on-line. But I'm a person off-line, and I was just like any other person when they assaulted me. How would you feel?"

Loralie got up from the table and the candle fluttered. "I don't know. I don't know about any of this. It's all so twisted! It's, so unbelievable. First I lose a boyfriend I've had ever since high school, who I was supposed to marry, and I find out he's really a jerk. Then my roommate tells me he assaulted her, and that she's a porn star! Am I supposed to believe all of this? I just, I can't talk about this now."

"I know it's crazy. I know. But it's all true. You should know by now I'm telling the truth, and that I care about you."

"Whatever," said Loralie. "I'm going to bed. I can't think. It's just too much, too crazy."

"Take your time. I didn't mean to upset you, but I had to say something. I'm in trouble, and I don't know what to think or do either. But I care, Loralie."

I heard her thrashing around in bed late into the night. Obviously I wasn't getting any sleep either. Suddenly everything had blown up in my face, beginning with my job. That's all it was to me, a stupid job. I'd taken it to help me get through school, but now it was threatening my ticket to college, even my relationship with my roommate and my living arrangements. Now I had that stupid "Tiki Party" looming over me like doomsday. And I had no idea what to do about it. 

Loralie slid out of bed before me the next morning. Wasting no time dressing, she skipped into the kitchen under the oversized t-shirt she wore with "Las Vegas" dashed across it in pink and black. It was powder blue and I always thought it made her eyes even bluer.

At first I wanted to just curl up in a fetal position under the covers and wait till she left for class. But of course I couldn't hide from her judgment forever, so I got dressed and went in. Loralie had the remains of our "romantic" dinner scattered across the kitchen table and was busy scarfing leftovers. 

"It's still good," she advised. "Want some?"

"No thanks," I said. "It's all yours." I went in the kitchen and straight for my morning cereal fix – Captain Crunch, the best. As the crispy caramel-colored bits clattered into my bowl, Loralie continued.

"Let's talk," she said, breaking away from the leftovers and swiveling her chair to face me. 

"OK." My face held surprise, though she couldn't see it as I splashed milk on the cereal and the countertop. I can do this, I told myself. I can withstand whatever criticism she hits me with, no matter how immature and condescending it is. So the Captain and I sat down across from Loralie.

"I was thinking a lot last night. And I didn't mean to be judgmental of your, you know, life. It's just that it's so far out there, I just had trouble getting it. Anyway, it's your life and I don't have the right to tell you how to live it."

"I appreciate that, I—

"But I do have a plan," she announced, flashing those baby blues. 

"Oh?"

"I want to get back at Trevor for this, for what he did to both of us." "I like it so far."

"Here's what I'm thinking: he wants you and another girl to, wrestle, or whatever, at the Tiki Island party, right? So, I'm that other girl."

The fully loaded spoonful heading for my mouth stopped and returned to the bowl. "I don't think so," I said. 

"Come on!" said Loralie. "It'll be perfect. Now just listen."

"Loralie, you don't know anything about what I do. It's not a game."

"No, listen! I know. I'm not going to wrestle. I'm just going to go with you. All I want to do is give Trevor the surprise of his life by being there. We'll wear those pretty masks I saw in your drawer and—

"What were you doing in my drawer?"

"Listen. I was just looking for something."

"For what?"

"Marissa! Stop it! It doesn't matter. Listen to me. We'll wear those masks and no one will know who we are. Then right when we're suppose to start the show, I'll take mine off and give Trevor a get-lost-you-jerk speech and tell him that if he tries to hurt you again in any way, we'll go to the police and tell them everything. Well, what do you think?"

I just sat there for a moment. "Look, Loralie, just last night you were telling me what Trevor and his pal did to me wasn't a big deal and calling me a 'porn star.' Now you want to strap on a bikini and a mask and go to a frat party with me, where the guys are expecting us to get naked and wrestle? You don't get it, girl. It's not your kind of scene. And it's not mine either, by the way."

Loralie looked at me hard and I couldn't tell if she was about to hit me or about to cry. "So," she said, "can I go with you?" 

Saying no to that puppy-faced princess was what I should've done but also what I couldn't do. So I told her I'd think about it. I wasn't against tripping around with her, that might've been fun, but under the circumstances, I knew she was way over her head. Frat guys like that, especially drunk, partying frat guys, saw girls like Loralie as dessert and, in her case, with a cherry on top. But by her plan we weren't going to let it get that far. She was just going to surprise her ex-boyfriend and maybe make him jealous by letting his mates freak out over her in a skimpy bikini. And then she'd tell Trevor to go to hell.

Maybe it might work, but I knew things could get out of hand easy at a party like that and we'd be on our own off-campus at his father's lake house. I didn't want to take responsibility for Loralie, and I still didn't think she was "old" enough to take responsibility for herself. I guess it would've been an easy decision for anyone else. But I knew there was absolutely no chance of me getting one of the other Website girls to go with me. We worked for real money, and this gig wasn't paying. And I didn't know any of them well enough to ask that big of favor anyway. There was no one else, so like I said, it should've been easy to let Loralie come along. But it wasn't, 'cause I knew that if I brought her I'd risk my own ass to save hers, if it came to that.

Through the week, as the days counted down to Saturday, we spent a lot of time together. Loralie asked lots of questions about what it was like to work the Website, and I didn't mind answering because the more I told her the more she seemed to comprehend I wasn't some morally bankrupt slut carrying tons of STDs. I told her we were tested every six months, and that I was clean, of course. She said she knew that – she'd seen the lab form on my dresser. I think she even started to empathize with my situation, that is, my not being born wearing a tiara with a rich family to send me to college with a convertible and a credit card. 

Finally I gave in. Both of us stayed pretty cool about things right up to Saturday morning, just hours away from the party. By then we'd done some bonding, maybe because we both knew that all we had was each other, and we'd have to work together to pull this thing off. Loralie had come a long way those last few days, and I was proud of her.

We hid behind snacks and jokes until it was time to get ready. It seemed pretty stupid that we spent any time at all making ourselves look good, but I guess we did it out of habit, or just to have something to do while the clock counted down. Just after one o'clock we came out of the bathroom in the new suits we'd shopped for that week. Loralie didn't want to risk wearing her fluorescent green one, thinking Trevor might recognize it. And all I had were the two stringy ones I wrestled in, which wouldn't stay on, giving me a good reason to get a new one. Loralie's was an electric blue two-piece, and mine was sunny yellow. We wrapped sarongs around them and admired the look for a few moments before leaving the apartment.

It was a steamy summer day just made for a pool party. And it could've been a gorgeous day for us too if we hadn't been going to "Tiki Island" to meet with a bunch of over-sexed frat boys who'd undoubtedly behave even stupider than usual after sucking down keg after keg of cheap beer. I tried to drill it into Loralie's blondeness that, once we got there, she needed to do her thing and get it over with as soon as possible so we could get out of there. She said she understood. 

We found Trevor's house, his father's that is, and pulled into the circular drive in Loralie's candy apple red convertible, very stylish, in our exotic, feathered masks. Mine was a sparkling green and Loralie's ruby red. But despite several cars parked there, no one greeted us. We walked between two huge white pillars to the front door which was cracked open. We knocked anyway, and a guy in a swimsuit opened, saying, "Knock firmly. We like firm knockers." He led us in, probably not knowing we were the entertainment.

Loralie and I walked through the living room, or whatever it was, several times larger than our apartment. Through some French doors we could see a huge, perfectly manicured lawn surrounding a pool full of maybe 50 young, swim-suited bodies, mostly male. The grass sloped down to the lakeshore beyond. It looked like a summer camp. There were a half dozen picnic tables covered by a tiled roof on pillars next to the pool area, and along the beach near the dock some were playing volleyball. Already we could feel the boom-boom of the bass coming from two stacks of gigantic speakers by the pool.

Trevor evidently spotted us as we started across the yard, and met us halfway. He was surprisingly polite.

"Well alright," he said. "Glad you ladies could join us. I know Rosa, but what's your name?"

We hadn't thought of that – a stage name for Loralie. I said the first thing that came to mind, "She's The Babe." 

"I knew that," said Trevor, joking. "Very nice. And I like the masks too." He obviously had no clue "The Babe" was Loralie.

"Come down to the pool and I'll introduce you. Where do you want to do the wrestling? I know – in the sand by the volleyball."

We followed Trevor across the grass and into a rising volume of techno-pop dance music. I was already feeling the sun beating against my skin. I guess sun lotion hadn't come to mind because we didn't expect to be in it that long. 

So what was Loralie waiting for? She had Trevor all to herself right now. I nudged her and made a face, but she walked on like a zombie. Already I felt "the plan" unraveling. Come on, Loralie!

Then we were poolside, swimming our way through a swirling stream of colorful swim trunks and lei-draped chests. Here and there were icy coolers full of cans and bottles, and mixed aromas – alcohol, chlorine and suntan lotion. Trevor was holding our arms like we were going to run away. He took us over and yelled something to the DJ who handed him a wireless microphone and faded the music. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Trevor said, into a dead mic. He grimaced at the DJ and the mic popped to life. He continued, pausing in places for laughs. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat today. Direct from Enthralled, a Website I know many of you are quite familiar with, we have Rosa Thorne and The Babe, who, for our viewing pleasure, have agreed to demonstrate their wrestling techniques, in the sand over by the volleyball court."

The smattering of laughs gave way to a roaring crescendo of pumped-up frat boys as Trevor escorted us to the beach and simultaneously directed a throng of half-naked guys in baggy swim trunks as they crowded in and jostled for position. Some were already red-faced and brain-dead from alcohol, fried by the blazing sun, or both. "Lor--," I said, tripping over my tongue, trying to raise Loralie's consciousness. 

"What," said Trevor. "Are you girls ready?"

"No," I said. "We need to go over some things."

"I'm ready," Loralie blurted. "Give me the microphone," she said, taking it from Trevor. Finally she was going to do her thing. "I'd like to say something to all of you. I want to tell you about your frat brother here, Trevor." "You see," said Loralie, reaching for her mask, "I used to be his girlfriend." 

The expectant crowd started babbling. Trevor's jaw dropped when Loralie pulled her ruby mask off. "Loralie!" he said. "It's you. What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here, Trevor? I'm here because you assaulted my friend here and blackmailed her into doing this – this show – for you and your boys. That's why I'm here, Trevor. Now everyone's going to see me naked. How do you like that? Does that turn you on?"

Trevor went for her arm. "Loralie, let's talk about this in private."

"Sure, Trevor," she said, pushing him away. "Let's go talk. There's something you need to know."

Then Loralie let Trevor shoo her back toward the pool and over to the picnic tables. At least she'd made her move. But now I was left there with only a mask and bikini separating me from the encroaching horde of hunks who were expecting to watch two girls get rowdy and naked for them. Some guy yelled, "I'll wrestle her," and another, "It's open season on porn stars."

"Stop," I said. "You have to wait till Loralie comes back." That was a lie, but what else could I say. It turned out to be like scolding an oncoming locomotive. The guys just kept coming. They closed in around me, cheering and jeering and evidently wanting the cheap thrill of terrifying a girl. I folded my arms across my chest but didn't know which was most important to keep on, the bikini or my mask. "STOP IT!" I screamed, "GET BACK."

Somewhere I heard female voices talking calmly but they were drowned out by all the guys whose lurid comments weren't even registering now. I was too busy wiggling my ass to keep their hands off it and pressing my arms against my chest as hard as I could to try and keep my top on. Then the guy in front of me came out of his trunks and I really started screaming, I don't know what, just screaming something, anything. The heat and alcohol fumes were scorching my lungs and I was gagging. 

Then I felt someone start to de-pants me. That yellow triangle was sliding down my hips when I actually recognized a voice. It was Loralie. She was shouting over the microphone, telling them to get away from me or she'd call the cops. I managed to keep my bikini on but, dwarfed by muscular bodies, I was still defending myself. I glimpsed Loralie looking down from the pool. She had the mic in one hand and her cell phone in the other, taking pictures of the offending guys. Then Trevor took the mic from her. 

"Guys, guys," he shouted into it. "Leave her alone. Get away from her." The yard apes acted like they didn't understand, until Trevor got really serious. "Get away from her or get off this property!" he yelled. "Let her out of there or I'll call the police myself – and I know who you are."

"And I've got pictures!" Loralie added.

A little space opened up around me as the rowdy crowd backpedaled and let me pass. I raced through them up the slope to Loralie, thanked her and told her I was OK. She walked me back to the car and we got the hell out of there. 

It took us both a few days to recover from the Tiki Island experience. We spent those days talking through a lot of things, comparing more of our life notes and really getting close. I owed a lot to Loralie. I'd underestimated her, big-time. Instead of me saving her butt at the party, she'd come to my rescue and saved me. Who knows what would've happened if I'd gone alone like I'd planned. I'll never forget how I felt when I heard her voice over everything that day, and how she stood up and took charge to save me. Now I knew she cared too, maybe not like I did, but she cared about me. I wasn't a low-life slut to her anymore. She was beginning to understand and accept how different our lives had been, why I did what I did, and to see the choices I'd made as choices she might have made in my situation.

We started doing more things together, and one of them was the "Treefest10K" run to raise money for the environment. We both got sponsored to run, or walk. The 10k was held each year on a road roped off up in the mountains in Los Padres National Forest. It was a drive but it would get us away from the LA heat which in August is unbearable, and we needed the change of scenery. 

I think we got about half way along the course, jogging at a good pace, exhilarating in the refreshing cool and pine scent. Then we got winded and started walking. It was still great because the view was so spectacular and we could just take it all in while making quiet but disgusting remarks about the guys we were ahead of. It was great fun, until Trevor showed up.

Loralie had told me he'd called and left messages several times after the Tiki party. She hadn't returned any. I really didn't know how she felt about him now. But there he was out of nowhere in a tank top, running shorts, shoes and those baby socks that don't cover the ankle. 

"Hi," said Trevor, walking backwards in front of Loralie. "Remember me?"

"What are you doing here?" she replied.

"The same thing you are, raising money for charity. I passed you guys at the start. I wasn't going to bother you but, there's some stuff I've been wanting to get off my chest. Maybe now's not the time, but you won't return my calls or anything, so."

"I know, I needed some space," said Loralie.

"So maybe you and I can get together when we get back, just to talk?"

"You can tell me now. Marissa won't mind, will you Marissa?"

"I don't mind."

"OK, well, I'm really sorry about what happened, especially to you, Marissa. I'm glad nothing serious happened and all."

"It felt pretty serious to Marissa," said Loralie. 

"Yeah, I know, what I was trying to say was it was serious and all but it could've been worse."

"And your point is?" Loralie continued.

"I guess I'm apologizing for getting you guys into that, and for, you know, how we treated Marissa and all. I know it was wrong. I didn't mean it. And don't worry, I talked to those guys and they aren't going to out you, Marissa."

"Out me? What do you mean by that?"

"I mean nobody's going to tell anybody about you being, being on that Website and all. Your secret's safe. I made sure of that."

"Well, at least you backed up Loralie when it counted," I said. The apology seemed real. And I was actually a little amused by the guy stuttering there in front of us as we walked along, who now seemed more like a puppy than Loralie ever had. 

"So are we all friends now?" he whimpered.




Party Girl



"We'll think about it," said Loralie.

"But I'm curious," I said. "Why does someone do those things, if they don't mean it? Why did you tell your frat brother that all you were doing with Loralie was keeping her until she'd let you do it with her? And why did you act like a jerk and blackmail me like that? Why, Trevor, tell us why?"

Trevor sighed and glanced behind him as he backpedaled. "So, I can talk to you guys right? I mean, after all we've been through. I mean, we're friends now and I can tell you things, things you won't tell anyone else, right?"

"Go on," said Loralie.

"OK, so, I started to tell you at the party, Loralie, I was just trying to be macho, you know. I know it was dumb to act that way. But I was just doing it so the guys would respect me. You know."

"And that's how you get respect?" I charged. "That's pretty ignorant if you ask me."

"OK, OK, here's the deal. Look, there was this rumor circulating through the House, you know – that I was gay."

Loralie laughed. "Gay?"

"Yeah, some of them were saying I was gay, making fun of my hair or how I was dressing or something – I don't know, they just were. And I had to stop it before they kicked me out." Trevor looked away again. Loralie and I just looked at each other. 

"OK, we believe you," said Loralie. 

"So you're gay?" I quipped. 

"NO," Trevor exclaimed, before he realized I was toying with him. Loralie laughed again. It was surprising but she was having a good time, all of us were, I think. "So, Loralie, do you think we can see each other again?"

"I don't know," she said. "But since you told me that, I'll tell you this: It was my parents who wanted me to marry you. They were always pushing me to see you, and to get serious about you. I'm not saying I didn't like you, I did, but I think now for the wrong reasons. They wanted me to marry into a rich, prestigious family like yours, but all I wanted was a nice-looking guy to care enough to take me to fancy places and buy me things. I know. That sounds so shallow now. But that's the way it was. That's the way I was."

"At least you told me," said Trevor, shrugging his shoulders and staring at his feet awkwardly shuffling backwards.

"I'm sorry," said Loralie. "So there, since we're all apologizing, now what've you got to apologize about, Marissa?"

"Wow, I don't know," I said. "Have I done something bad?"

"Well, you didn't tell me about your secret porn thing," said Loralie.

"I didn't think you were ready for that. And besides, I couldn't risk it getting out and me getting kicked out of school. I worked too hard to get there, to risk everything like that."

"I know. I was just trying to freak you out. Someday, maybe I'll even go with you and have a look at what goes on there."

"Um, OK."

"I will too," said Trevor, grinning until he saw we weren't. "But seriously, Loralie, can we get back together?"

"I'll think about it on the way back. Why don't you come by the apartment tonight, about eight o'clock, and we'll talk."

After the 10K, Loralie and I put the top down and headed back to LA. We cruised along in our sleeveless Ts and running shorts, slouched down in the plush, white interior as if we were floating on clouds. I felt like red lipstick – and I almost never feel like red lipstick. Our hair was flying and glinting in the summer sun. We ignored the honks and looks and didn't try to talk over the roar of the wind and Nelly Furtado on the stereo. It was just us, and we just kicked back and soaked it all up. 

Later we pulled into a drive-in and talked a little as we ate. Loralie didn't say much about Trevor, but I knew she was going to see him again. She admitted she probably never had been in love with him, but still she liked him. As for the gay story, either he was finally being truthful, or he was a great liar. I wasn't ready to trust him, but Loralie thought he deserved another chance 'cause he'd helped us at the Tiki party and apologized for everything. 

The run and the long drive had us both a little groggy by the time we got home. Loralie crashed on her bed and fell asleep. I wanted to take a shower but didn't want to wake her so I just settled for the couch and dozed off. The next time my eyes opened the room was dark and somebody was banging on our door. It was Trevor. 

"What are you guys doing in there," he said, bobbing his head around me to see why no lights were on. 

"Sleeping," I said, letting him in. 

"It's after nine. I came by earlier but nobody answered."

"I guess we were really tired."

Loralie came out of the bedroom. Trevor said hi. "Hooy," she yawned. "It's already dark outside. What time is it?"

"After nine," Trevor repeated. "What's the plan? Anything special you want to do tonight?"

Loralie exhaled a big breath and blinked her eyes as I switched the lights on. "I need a shower," she said.

"I'm for that."

"Oh Trevor," I quipped, "you don't have to keep trying to prove you're not gay."

"I'm not gay."

"What about that shirt?" I said. "It looks like a rainbow." Loralie chuckled.

"Well what about you," Trevor said.

"What about me?" 

"You should know."

"Know what?"

"Know, what it's like."

"What what's like?" 

"Come on, just admit you're a lesbian."

"Where'd you get that idea?" I asked and turned to accuse my roommate. "LORALIE."

"I might've said something" she admitted. "But that was before. But, are you?"

"What is this? Did somebody put me on the stand?"

"You don't have to answer," said Loralie.

"Yeah, we already know," Trevor added.

"Wait a minute. Just because I wrestle women to pay the bills doesn't make me a lesbian."

"And just because I wear this shirt doesn't mean I'm gay," Trevor countered.

"No, of course not," Loralie said in a soothing but mocking tone.

"What do I have to do for you guys to believe me?" Trevor roared.

"We're just kidding, Trevor," said Loralie. "Why don't you just hang loose for a minute while I take a shower."

"I'm going for a swim," I advised.

"Hey that's an idea," said Loralie. "Let's all go. Skinny dipping!"

"I'm for that," said Trevor. 

"Nobody's ever out there on a Sunday night. And the fence is too tall for anybody to see."

"Girl, you're getting kind of wild lately," I said. "I like it."

"So let's go." 

"Get some towels," I said. 

We tiptoed out and quietly unlatched the big wooden gate to let ourselves into the pool. The water was smooth and shiny from pole lights reflecting of its mirrored surface. The latch clinked behind us and the noise seemed so loud it put impish grins on our faces like kids about to be caught sneaking around. Loralie put the towels on a deck chair and we stood there as curlicues of light reflected off the water and danced across our bodies. 

"So let's do it," I whispered and pulled my T-shirt up over my sports bra.

I don't think anybody looked at anybody. We all just stripped and let our clothes drop wherever. I saw Loralie's white butt bounce toward the pool and then she turned around to go down the ladder into the water. As I followed her in, Trevor jumped in feet-first, his dark fuzz and penis suspended in mid-air for a split second. I'd underestimated him. The image lingered and got me churning inside.

The water was warmer than the desert night. Little waves stirred and lapped at our naked bodies. The chaotic reflections seemed like little spotlights hitting us here and there until the water relaxed and everything got still and silent again. 

We stood there in the shallow end no more than a foot or two apart, but Loralie and I shrunk down to our collar bones in the water. Trevor stood up with the water cutting across his flat belly, exposing his chest which was lean but not so muscular. I looked at Loralie. Her shoulders were luminous in the wavering light. Her eyes were grinning and not blue anymore but dark and daring. 

No one said a word, or seemed to know what was next. But I had serious urges. The whole day had been so exhilarating – the run through the pines, the mountain air, and the cruise home with the top down. All that and the nap we'd taken had really charged me up, and having two naked bodies inches away from me got the juice flowing. Something had to give. 

I slipped a little closer to Trevor and Loralie and let my arms slowly inch toward them under the water. They didn't notice. I felt Trevor first. He looked at me, but didn't move. My fingers moved slowly across his hip toward his crotch, and then my other hand touched Loralie just above her navel. She looked down into the water and I pulled my hand away. 

When my left hand passed over Trevor's fuzz I let my fingertips slide onto his penis. He said nothing, but his eyes glanced at me knowingly. I could see him taking deeper breaths as I let my fingertips slide down his shaft and gently stroke the little flared part of the head. I still couldn't get the sight of his penis out of my head, and I imagined what it looked like underwater with my fingers wrapped around it. Now I was breathing heavy.

Trevor's cock thickened in my hand as I measured it with my fingers. At the same time I reached back for Loralie. I couldn't see what I was doing under the water, and my fingertips bumped awkwardly into the bottom of Loralie's breast. She flinched and her breasts rose above the water to where it barely covered her nipples.

"What're you doing?" she whispered, looking at Trevor.

"Nothing," he said. "Nothing."

"You want to play games, Trevor?" she teased. 

Loralie pushed off the bottom and leaned back in the water. We watched her breasts roll up out of the water and lay against her chest as she floated. I don't know why, but I thought of the "young turkey" they sell at the supermarket on holidays. You wanted to rip off the wrapping, thaw her out, heat her up and let those big, juicy breasts roll around in your mouth and give you that warm, satisfied feeling.

Even laid back like that her breasts almost looked like implants but they were real and a lot bigger than mine. Trevor was hard now, so I let go of his penis, tugging on it as I did. We looked at each other for a moment, and then both of us kicked off into a front crawl and chased after Loralie. 

Loralie rolled over, flutter kicking and clawing the water to get away from us. I almost broke into giddy laughter but had to hold it in to keep people from hearing us. Trevor was able to grab Loralie by one ankle and hold her there while I dodged a thrashing from her free leg and took her by the arm. Our faces were inches apart and she looked into my eyes in a way that was indescribably delicious. It was all there in those fiery eyes, like I'd never seen her before. Her girlish innocence was there like baby fat, along with excitement to the point of giddiness, and maybe a little fear of the unknown. I moved between her legs. 

"Now, now, you guys," she said out loud.

"Quiet," I whispered, nodding at Trevor to hold her. 

Trevor tightened his grip on her leg and Loralie thrashed wildly. Her head momentarily fell below the surface and came shaking off like a wet puppy. I was treading water now with my face only a foot or so from her crotch. Trevor held her and her body was submerging just enough to cover her and then bobbing up and exposing a bit of vagina. 

"God, Marissa," whispered Loralie, looking past her heaving pelvis into my waiting eyes.

She stopped thrashing, and I put my arm under her free leg and lifted the leg onto my shoulder. Then as she laid there floating with legs spread, I pressed my face into her. Her leg reflexed as I kissed her fleshy labia and pushed my tongue into her clitoris. I lapped at it and licked it like a strawberry popsicle. She started to moan uncontrollably. I looked up to see her head tilting back in the water and her eyes open and staring up into the night sky. 

I licked her until she orgasmed and then I pushed my tongue into her vagina a few times, gently, remembering she was virgin. At the same time I reached down into the water, still kicking hard to stay afloat, and groped around for Trevor's shaft. I couldn't reach it, so I let go of Loralie, took a really deep breath, and dropped down below the surface to find Trevor. 

The pool's lights let me see shapes below the surface. His wasn't hard to find. It looked even bigger under water. His penis was sticking straight out and wagging in the water. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and put my mouth over the head teased him with a little love bite. His knob seemed to fill me up and I plunged down on it, raking my teeth down the length of his shaft and lodging the head deep in my mouth. 

My passion raced between wanting to swallow his dick, wanting him to put it in any orifice – I didn't care which – and wanting to watch him spend himself setting fire to Loralie's virgin tunnel. I couldn't help it, I was that far gone and would've soaked through my pants if I'd had any on. 

Trevor's hips started rocking and his abdomen was smacking against my face with each thrust of that long, arching cock. I released my grip on his thighs and, with some difficulty as we lunged together, I sucked him, fingered my clit and raced to orgasm. Trevor was banging against me so seriously I knew any moment his load would fill what little space I had left in my mouth. And I was almost out of breath. 

The water was turning black around me as I focused on eating Trevor's cock and busting my clit to release the explosive building inside me. Both of us were going to orgasm any second, but now I was feeling the extra effect of running out of breath, and it pushed me over the edge. Suddenly sparks danced across the blackness and I was limp and floating in space. Aftershocks rolled through me like warm waves and at last I rocketed up to the surface for air and my slick body broke through with a sizzling splash. I opened my eyes and wiped away the dripping water. 

"We thought you were drowning down there," Loralie kidded. 

"I was," I said, smiling and catching my breath. 

I swam to the very end where it was only three feet deep and turned around with most of me out of the water, chilling in the night breeze. I shook out my long, waterlogged hair. My nipples were pointing back at Trevor and Loralie like bullet heads. 

Loralie dogpaddled toward me and Trevor was right behind her. The shallow water uncovered his penis which was still pointing skyward. The next thing we knew he was behind Loralie and wrapping his arms around her. His palms cupped her breasts and he started to gently rock her hips. The surprise showed in her eyes and I could just imagine how she felt as that steel shaft slid down her butt crack.

I moved toward her, still recovering from the explosion. She seemed content as I watched Trevor's pelvis nudging her as he worked himself up. Then he came around to face her. Loralie stood there dreamy-eyed, water dripping off her gorgeous figure. I bit my lip and watched as Trevor searched her with his eyes. The head of his penis stood above the water, swaying like a cobra charmed by Loralie's flowing curves and inviting eyes. 

I heard him whisper, "Loralie, are you OK with this?" 

So he did have a heart after all. Loralie nodded. I got behind her while Trevor squatted and sank in front of her enough to find her with his penis. My nipples pressed into her back as I draped my arms around her hips and clasped my hands over her belly. I felt Trevor's thrusts telegraphing through Loralie's pelvis and she sighed, "Oh god," and laid her head back onto my shoulder. 

I started kissing her neck. Trevor was pushing her cushy bottom against my pelvis harder and faster and still harder with each thrust rubbing my clit against those cheeks. Everything started to fade as the water rocked and a kaleidoscope of squiggly reflections swirled around us. My only fear was not getting that second orgasm, so I focused everything I had left on pushing in sync with Trevor's thrusts. 

When I heard Loralie groan and then the surprise in her "oh!" it pushed me over the top. I quivered and barely noticed Trevor pulling his cock and shooting his load over the water. At the same time, my pelvis convulsed out of control and I gasped, holding onto Loralie to keep from sinking into the water. I felt her ribcage pulsing with her own frenzied breathing as we both slowly returned to this world. Then Loralie rotated in my arms and faced me. My lips moved toward her and without hesitation she let them press against her mouth. Even in the dim light I could see the pink in her face and across her chest. 

We just nuzzled and held each other for awhile and then somehow our little trio managed to drag out of the pool and towel off. We wrapped the towels around us, picked up our clothes, and dashed back to the apartment. The night breeze over moist skin made me shiver, but I was burning inside. 

Back in the room it was after midnight. Loralie said we should watch a movie together. The three of us ended up in her bed with Loralie in the middle. She grabbed the remote and chose the movie: Party Girl. 

I remembered trying to explain that movie to her. But now I knew I didn't have to explain anything to Loralie. 





Party Girl



Twenty years ago my husband and I welcomed our daughter Maria into the world.  Her thick head of beautiful black hair gradually fell out over the next few months but when it grew back in it was luxurious and full.  It was always the first thing everyone admired.  Her green eyes seemed to sparkle from day one also.

As she grew into adolescence her slim body grew curves not unlike mine.  She finished growing at 5'-8" tall and is a slim 34B-22-34.

Maria graduated high school last spring at age 19 and started fall semester at the local state university.  She has always been the good girl and received good grades.  Her grades haven't changed but the good girl has.  She joined a sorority and started going to parties at the frat houses a couple times a week where she has a tendency to drink some even though she is under age.

Her dad and I have talked with her quite a bit about how it is affecting her studies and more importantly her life.  She denies that it is anything but fun for a college freshman but her dad and I see things differently.  While her grades are still in the A and B range she isn't spending as much time studying.  She also has grown a little quieter with sleeping later and not joining in as many family things as she used to.  Maria says that she is just growing up and that this is a natural way of becoming her own woman but we aren't so sure.

Her dad and I have discussed this and believe that we have come up with a solution.  We presented it to Maria and she and our other two kids have agreed that it will be interesting to see what transpires.  The plan that we hope works to curtail our daughter's partying ways goes like this:  for the next six weeks, four nights a week, I will drink at least four glasses of wine (just about a full bottle); four beers (which I really don't like) or four mixed drinks made with one full shot or better.  I along with the rest of the family will observe how I react to different situations and see how my life changes during the experiment.  At the end of six weeks we will hopefully demonstrate to Maria how harmful her drinking and partying really is.

Before I go any further maybe I should introduce myself.  My name is Kari and I grew up in a small town and although not a farm girl, enough of my friends were that as I grew up I became familiar with what happened when animals reproduced.  When you are around it a lot it just seems natural, but being raised in a devout Christian home we were told that it was something that should be saved for the marriage bed and not shared with anyone other than your husband.  Consequently both Craig and I were virgins when we wed.  We have learned in the ensuing years and enjoy an active sex life.

As I drank, the first few times went fairly well.  The alcohol really didn't affect me as much as I thought although Craig and the kids laughed at my antics while I was drunk.  I seemed to get really giggly and amorous and gave Craig some really passionate kisses until he could get me into the bedroom where we had unrestrained sex like we had when we were first married.  The kids grew used to this even though they gave us looks and rolled their eyes every time Craig and I headed for the bedroom at the end of one of my nights of drinking.

Maria said that what was happening wasn't a real good test because all I did was drink in private and then go have sex with my husband which was fine with me.  She disagreed and wanted to bring me to one of her frat parties.  When I protested that I was too old for that she said that I still looked good and would fit right in as one of the older girls.  In fact she would introduce me as her older sister if that would make me feel less self conscious.  I was reluctant at first but Craig agreed with her.  I think he secretly wanted the young studs to lust after his "old lady" while thinking that I was reserved for him only.

The date was set for next Saturday and that's how I found myself choosing clothes from my daughter's closet because nobody would find me attractive in my usual "frumpy" mom clothes. Maria's clothes fit me fairly well although they were a little tight across the bust.  I tried to choose something that was a little loose but both Maria and Craig insisted that I wear a tight tube top under an opened button up shirt and a mini skirt that was way shorter than anything I had worn since the kids were born.  I was just happy that I had been working out at the gym on a regular basis so that I didn't embarrass myself with a flabby body.

The whole family agreed that I looked anywhere from, "Really good Mom." (the kids) to "I can't wait till you get home. You look so hot." (Craig)  So with some trepidation and fear Maria and I set out for the frat party.

I'm not going to say that I wasn't excited to go because I was, but I hoped that I didn't embarrass Maria too much by acting like a mom.  I guess that I didn't have a thing to fear because I had forgotten how accepting young college guys were when they meet a new, sexy woman dressed as I was.  All they saw was someone to get drunk and into bed.

We were hardly in the door before we were offered a glass of beer which Maria and I accepted.  We decided to stay together so we could keep an eye on one another and out of trouble (my getting horny when drunk).

As I sipped my beer and started talking with Maria's friends I could start to feel the effects of the beer on my libido.  I soon found myself with another beer and wondered what had happened to my first one.  As I drank my second one (they started to taste better the more I drank) I started to flirt with a couple of the guys.  Eventually I was somehow separated from Maria and found myself alone in the kitchen with John and Mario.  We talked about the usual stuff that college students talk about, classes, majors, who had the best parties and other similar stuff.  For some reason we were left alone but I didn't realize it at the time.  Eventually John asked if he could kiss me and with my libido going strong because of the alcohol I consented.  I thought that because I was happily married and so mature I could control what happened.  Boy was I wrong!

John was a really good kisser and when he extended his tongue I resisted at first but the alcohol took over and I opened my mouth to his invading tongue.  We must have kissed for a couple of minutes and when we came up for air I could feel my panties getting wet.  I looked John in the eyes and said, "I haven't been kissed like that in a long time."  When Mario heard that he asked for his turn.  I couldn't turn him down after I had just kissed John so I took another swallow of my beer and turned to him.  Mario took the beer from me setting it on the counter, turned me to him, put his arms around me and started kissing me.  This time I was so turned on I opened my mouth first and he quickly started wrestling his tongue with mine.  As the kiss deepened I felt his hands move down to caress my bottom and I didn't stop him.  I'm not sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that both these "kids" could kiss so well that I didn't protest.  As my kiss with Mario ended, his hand stayed on my bottom, John handed me another beer which I downed quickly because the kissing had left my mouth dry as I realized what I was doing.  John looked at me and said that it was his turn again even though I protested that we had gone far enough.  He insisted that Mario had felt my ass, in fact his hand was still there, and he felt he deserved the same treatment.  I said, "Ok, but no farther."  When he agreed I turned to John and pushed my lips to his opening my mouth immediately for his tongue.  His hands moved to my bottom and as the kiss deepened I felt Mario's hands move up my sides and around to cup my breasts.  My panties were so wet and my nipples so hard all I could do was moan into John's mouth as my passion climbed.

Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened and Maria entered loudly exclaiming, "What are you doing with my sister?"  Mario quickly pulled his hands away and John backed up protesting that they weren't doing anything that I didn't want to do.  I looked at Maria and realized what I was doing with these two college men.  A flush of embarrassment filled my face as I faced my daughter; caught with my hands in the cookie jar so to speak.

Both John and Mario quickly apologized and rushed out of the kitchen before Maria could say more.  She turned to me and gave me a look like what do you think you were doing?  "Kari, don't you realize that those two are the two best guys at putting the move on the new girl.  They have teamed up to get more girls into bed than any other guys on campus.  Once they get you alone you are almost guaranteed to wind up in bed with one if not both of them.  How could you cheat on Dad like that?"

Her words struck home and a feeling of shame and guilt swept over me.  "You aren't going to tell your father are you?"

"Not if you have learned your lesson that you can't be trusted with alcohol and guys."

I quickly agreed and we stayed together the rest of the night as I drank only water.

When we got home Craig was waiting for us and asked how it had gone. Maria said that everything was fine and that she was going to bed.  Craig looked at me and I glanced at Maria and said that things had gone as expected.  Craig looked from Maria to me and thought that something was up but decided to let it go for tonight.

As soon as we got upstairs and started to get undressed I realized that my panties were still wet.  I looked at Craig, walked over and gave him a passionate kiss like I had John and Mario earlier that night.  Craig eventually pulled back and said, "Alright, tell me exactly what happened.  You didn't get this way just from a few beers."

I looked down in embarrassment and started to tell my husband about ending up with John and Mario in the kitchen; the kissing, and rubbing my bottom and quick mauling of my breasts.  Of how Maria had entered and broke up what was going on and how I don't know where I would have stopped if she hadn't entered at that moment.

I looked at Craig expecting to see condemnation and disgust but instead saw excitement and passion.  He put his hands down my panties and felt how wet I was.  As if by magic we soon were on the bed removing each other's clothes.  As Craig moved down from kissing me to suck on my hard nipples a mini orgasm swept over me.  He looked up at me and said. "That's never happened before."

I grabbed his arms and pulled him up and said, "Fuck me hard and quick!  I can't wait any longer."  He entered me and bottomed out with one hard thrust as I moaned in passion.  On his second stroke an orgasm swept over me that continued until Craig came deep in my pussy.  He collapsed on me and we lay there as we both came down from the hardest orgasms of our lives.  Craig finally rolled off me and we stared at one another wondering what was happening and where it was headed.

After that night, life pretty much returned to normal.  I gave up my drinking ways except for the occasional glass of wine with dinner but didn't go back to the drunken nights of passion I had experienced recently.  Maria never mentioned what had happened at the frat party and I sure didn't want to be reminded what had happened.

It was a couple of months later that Craig and I were just walking around the mall window shopping and just enjoying be with each other when we passed a Victoria's Secret store.  I glanced in and saw Mario and John from the party looking at some of the displays.  I kind of missed a step which Craig noticed right away.  He pulled me aside and asked what was wrong.  I explained who I had seen in the store and he of course wanted to see the guys that had gotten me so worked up at the party.

I was mortified at the thought of him meeting them and told him so.  He told me to go into the store and pretend that I was alone and he would watch from outside.  He told me, "I want you to get worked up like you did that night.  It was so hot when you were so turned on and wet for me."

I reminded him, "I haven't had anything to drink so I don't think I'll get as horny as I did that night."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to just go in and say hello.  Just don't mention me.  We want them to continue to think that you are Maria's sister and not her mother."

I reluctantly agreed and leaving Craig behind I walked into the store and started browsing like I was just out shopping. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mario poke John and nod towards me. I read his lips as he said, "Let's go get her now that her sister isn't here to interrupt us."

Seeing that, I turned as if to go and was stopped as Mario stepped in front of me.  He gave me a quick once over and said, "Leaving so soon?  We were hoping that we could help you find something really sexy to wear for us."  I quickly looked for Craig but he was ignoring me and looked like he wanted to see where this would lead.

Thinking to put Craig in his place and hoping that he would step in I said, "I'd be happy for a gentleman's opinion."  Hooking my arm with his I turned and walked over to the really sexy stuff.  As we were walking I could feel his elbow push against the side of my breast.  For some reason that turned me on a lot and I could feel myself getting excited.  John met us there and pulled a black sheer bra from the rack and said that I'd look really good in it.  I looked at him and asked him if they would like to see me wear it.  I could see the excitement in their eyes as they both nodded yes.

Looking around as if to see who else was in the store and seeing Craig just observing I invited the boys back to the fitting rooms so I could try it on.  I really don't know what I was thinking.  All I know is that I was getting so turned on that my pussy was getting wet.  Stepping behind the curtain I took off my shirt and bra and put the new bra on.  I looked in the mirror and realized that the bra was so sheer that the boys would see my hard nipples and my whole breast if I dared open the curtain.  Remembering the feelings I had at the frat party and the fantastic sex Craig and I had that night I peeked around the curtain.  Seeing the looks of anticipation on John's and Mario's face I quietly pushed the curtain open and stood there in the doorway as the boys almost drooled seeing me in that sheer bra.

They quickly moved over by me and asked if they could "feel how well it fit."  I wondered if I should or even could cross that line.  After all, Craig is the only one to ever really see my tits and until the party he was the only one to ever feel them.  I quickly glanced around and seeing Craig not stepping in I said, "I really want an expert's opinion and from what Maria tells me you two are experts on tits.  Just don't get us thrown out of the store."

John reached for my left boob and Mario for my right.  As their hands enveloped my bra encased tits I couldn't stop the quiet moan that escaped.  They both expertly fondled me, rubbing and pinching my hardened nipples until I almost came.

With my eyes closed I didn't notice the sales clerk as she came up behind the boys.  "What do you guys think you are doing?  You both know you can't do that in here."

Mario looked around and said, "Hi Steph.  You know that you're just jealous that it isn't you we're playing with."

Stephanie agreed and then said, "At least get behind the curtain so none of the customers see you.  I'll come back and give you a warning if anybody comes near."

Quickly moving us into the changing booth and closing the curtain the boys resumed where they had been before being interrupted.  John quietly looked at Mario and said, "The bra fits very well and her tits feel wonderful."  I swelled with pride at the complement as Mario reached behind me and expertly unhooked my bra.  Realizing where this was going I started to protest but it died in my throat as John slipped his hand inside the cup and started pinching my nipple without the bra getting in the way.  It felt so wonderful I didn't want them to stop.  Mario slipped the bra off my shoulders and bent down to capture my other nipple with his lips.  I moaned my pleasure as I climbed towards a mini orgasm.  As he snap on my jeans popped open and my zipper started to come down I realized that I was about to give these guys something that only my husband had claim to and stepped back.  Looking at them I said, "This has gone far enough.  We're in a public store for God's sake.  I don't want to get arrested and have to call Maria to bail me out."  That seemed to get their attention and they apologized.  Getting an impish grin on his face John asked if I was going to be at the party that Friday.  I knew that I had to give them something or they would start right in again and I didn't know if I could stop them this time.  "I'll see if Maria is going and if she is I'll be there."  They knew that Maria would be there so they grinned and quickly kissed me goodbye giving my bare titties a quick squeeze as they slipped out of the changing booth.

As I dressed I wondered where Craig was.  I had expected him to protect his property and throw both John and Mario out on their ears.  As I pushed the curtain back I looked for Craig and saw him sitting on the bench in the mall.  I walked over and put the bra back telling a smirking Stephanie that I didn't want the bra.  I walked out and met Craig as he started walking away keeping up the illusion that I was shopping by myself and not with the "old guy".

We walked down the mall each with our own thoughts.  I wondered if we were through because I couldn't seem to control myself and I couldn't even blame the alcohol this time.  I kept glancing over at Craig wondering what he was thinking.  Even after so many years together this was so far outside my realm of experience I didn't know what was going to happen or even where to start the discussion.



Party Girl



It was nearly 1am and Kim was nowhere near as drunk as she should have been. She'd been looking forward to this house party for months, thinking it would be the perfect time to entice Adam Gardiner, her brother's best friend that she'd had her eye on. Since arriving she'd seen him twice and the last time he'd been heading upstairs with some dumb blonde who could barely stand never mind say anything coherent. Not that that was unusual. Anyway, she couldn't leave because she was staying at her friend Miriam's tonight and she was presently passed out on the garden bench. She was out of cigarettes and she couldn't get to the bottle of red that she'd hidden in the oven without tripping over the group playing twister in the kitchen. 

As if she sensed her friend's discomfort Miriam stirred and mumbled. "So so so sorry honey. It was the vodka that did it. Definitely." Past caring Kim got up and made her way past everyone in the garden to go inside, if she was forced to stay she may as well end up on the garden bench too...

A half hour later and Kim felt much better. She was upside-down on the sofa giggling with a guy she'd just met running his hand up and down her leg. She knew she looked stunning in this little red dress! It was nice to be noticed for once. He was really attractive too, with dark hair and a fantastic beefed-up body that she knew would be lethal if let loose. She battled against a wave of nausea and knew she'd overdone it playing catch up. Smiling she righted herself and left to head for the bathroom.

At the top of the stairs she tried the door and found it locked so she sat down to wait. There were so many people walking past that she didn't know and she felt so out of place knowing that at least half of them were high. She'd always been so straight-laced about the whole 'drug thing' and she was beginning to think she was missing out. A giggle floated out from behind the bathroom door, intrigued when she heard a second – different – giggle she put her eye to the keyhole. Blinking to focus she was able to see the dumb blonde with her black skirt bunched around her waist riding some guy real slow. Topless, she was fingering her own nipple with one hand and holding a joint in the other. Horrified, Kim pressed closer to the door as a brunette leaned forward into her view and licked the blonde's nipples in lazy circles. She was apparently sat on the guy's face because she began to moan gradually getting louder and louder whilst the blonde rode harder and faster telling him how much she loved his cock in her cunt until the brunette climaxed, "Oh fuck yeah Adam, oh fuck! no wonder Kim wanted you so bad!" 

The world paused as Kim took it in. Then she scrambled back nearly knocking the guy from downstairs over in the process. He gave her a lopsided grin.

"Anything good going on in there?" She just stared at him with her wide green eyes and gently reached round his neck and dragged him down to kiss her. They were still making out there on the landing when Adam, the blonde and Miriam stumbled out a few minutes later.

"Kimmy! You ready to go?" Miriam asked nervously, slurring her words in the process.

"Not just yet Miriam dear I'll be down soon." And with that she dragged the guy she barely knew up to the second floor bedrooms.

Kim could barely contain her excitement. She had the hottest guy in the house under her and she straddled his chest barely giving him a moment to work out where they were. 

"Here's what we're going to do baby", she purred, "I'm gonna lick your dick and your balls until you think you can't stand it anymore, then you're gonna bend me over that window ledge and fuck me so hard and so deep that I scream out that window and wake the fucking neighbours." She knew the statement was corny but she was just desperate for him to want her.

In the time it took her to think about this his jeans were off and he was pushing her head towards his already swollen cock.

"Jesus if you suck as well as you talk dirty I'm in for one hell of a night," he let out a groan as her lips encircled the tip and gripped the bed sheets tighter as she took him all the way in – far enough for her to gag just a little. She shuffled round so that she straddled his face and he slipped two fingers under her lace panties and into molten lava. He fingered her brutally until she came, wave after wave with her gasping mouth still round his rock-hard staff.

"God dammit," Kim barely managed to whisper in ecstasy before he hauled her up, carried her across the room and bent her over the window ledge. Her long auburn hair was tumbling out of the window and into the balmy summer night. 

"You ready for round two?" Kim didn't have time to make a coherent answer before he found her slickness and pressed home.

"Yes, no oh god yes oh god" she moaned constantly as he drove into her again and again the pain mixing with the exquisite pleasure before the tension began to build again and she let it take her with it – a wild ride where her knees buckled and she jerked and screamed to the night sky. She felt him tense and buck as he climaxed, riding her wave, before oblivion claimed them both.

Several years later and Kim, pregnant with her first child, rocked back and forth on the porch swing watching the sun set. She was remembering that wild night and smiling to herself, remembering how she hadn't asked for his name. He'd given it to her though, and she was happy.



Party-Girl



Helen had been looking forward to the party for weeks but now that she was actually there she felt a little disappointed – it seemed like Julian was nowhere to be found.

Julian was a friend of Helen's husband, Graham – actually his best friend and co-worker – and he and Helen had been flirting shamelessly for months. As yet nothing more had really happened between them other than a lot of sexual innuendo and a few steamy looks across the room. But Julian had made it quite clear that if Helen ever wanted to take things any further, well, then he would be more than agreeable.

Helen had thought long and hard about the situation. She knew that sleeping with Julian would endanger her marriage to Graham – possibly irreparably. Did she really want to risk everything for sex with a good looking man? Was she prepared to change her whole life for a fling with a guy with smouldering eyes, dark, rugged good looks and an ever present bulge in the front of his pants that seemed to promise untold excitement and inevitable satisfaction? The answer was simple: yes, she was!

The annual party hosted my Graham and Julian's boss had seemed to Helen to be exactly the right time and the right place to satisfy her growing lust for this man. She knew that her husband would be mingling with the other guests and would hardly notice if she and Julian slipped off for an hour. In fact, Helen mused with a deep sigh, Graham hardly seemed to notice her much at all these days.

But Julian was nowhere to be found. Helen had virtually scoured the large rambling old house of her husbands' boss in her search for him and had all but given up hope that he was there. 

Grabbing a glass of cold white wine from one of the circling waiters, Helen found herself standing outside the back door and facing the sprawling, carefully manicured lawns. It was getting late and there was a slight chill in the air. Helen had selected her outfit for the evening with precision and, after trying on most of her wardrobe, had decided on a simple black dress that hugged her body tightly and accentuated her generous breasts. She felt a shiver run down her spine as the cool evening air played fleetingly around her bare legs and reminded her that the dress was the only thing covering her – she had also decided to dispense with any form of underwear for the party. She stood silently sipping her wine while the breeze worked on her. For a brief moment she felt the air swirl gloriously around her upper thighs and tickled the short hairs that covered her mound. Her eyes closed as a tremor of excitement shivered through her body and she imagined that the whispered touches on her legs and groin were Julian's strong hands.

When Helen reopened her eyes the breeze had died and she looked around feeling a little guilty. But the few other guests that were outside seemed more intent on their own private conversations and jokes to have paid Helen's little sexual fantasy any attention and she relaxed gratefully. 

Turning back to the house, Helen's eyes were drawn to the almost medieval splendour of the building. Her neck craned backwards and she looked up at the soaring turrets and buttresses that seemed to reach eerily like fingers into the night sky. In her minds eye the concrete and brick columns became the flesh and bone of male fingers as they groped towards a darkened sky. Heavy clouds mingled around the "fingers" and seemed to form the shape of the opening between a woman's legs. Helen watched as the clouds were probed and teased and again felt the stirring between her loins. She shook her head as she tried to dispel the sexual stimulation from her mind. 

She was just trying to remember if she had ever felt so horny before when she noticed a light on in one of the upper rooms of the house. Had she missed a room, she wondered? She knew it was a long shot but maybe, just maybe, she would find Julian yet.

The door of the small room creaked noisily opened to a darkened interior and Helen immediately wondered if she had the right room. She knew that there had been a light on only a few minutes ago. Stumbling slightly she felt her way to the window and looked down onto the gardens. Looking through the glass she could see exactly where she had been standing and knew that there was no doubt that this was the right room. She sighed deeply as she prepared to go back downstairs, disappointed again.

Suddenly everything in Helen's world turned completely black. Fear gripped her whole body as she realised that a large hand was clamped over her eyes and mouth and was holding her head tightly back against a chest. Images of raped and abused women flashed through her mind at the speed of light as she tried in vain to struggle free. But the hand that held her was strong and firm and Helen quickly realised that there was no way she was to escape its possession unless the hand so wished. Remembered snippets of information then started to infiltrate her mind; don't struggle; don't fight; try to stay calm. The voice in her ear made her hold her breath.

"You know I'm not going to hurt you. Lie down on the bed"

Helen wheeled around, relieved, excited and angry all at the same time. Julian's smiling face looked down at her.

"You scared the fuck out of me, you bastard!" Helen cried as she lightly beat her fists against Julian's chest. Her mind was in turmoil, she was so happy to see Julian but so furious with him for being so insensitive. "And if you think I'm going to do whatever you say now, then you've got another think coming!"

"Oh, I really think you should, darling." Said another, disembodied voice from the darkness.

Immediately Helen recognised the second voice.

"Graham? Is that you? What the hell is going on?"

Slowly, Helen saw her husband and a tall, blonde female in a gold coloured dress walk forward and out of the shadows.

"What's going on?" She repeated. "And who is that?"

"This is Ingrid," Graham said calmly, "and I really think you ought to do as Julian has asked. We all know that you want to."

Confused thoughts and emotions were jostling for position in Helen's mind. She could feel her body tingling all over as Julian stared at her unashamedly. Had she really been that transparent? How long had her husband know about her infatuation with his best friend? All of a sudden, and for the first time in months, she valued her marriage more than Julian.

"I'm sorry, darling." She said with a genuine lump in her throat. "I never meant…You know I always….oh God, I'm so sorry…. I'll forget him…please forgive me!"

"We both know that that is not going to happen." Graham answered in the same cool voice. Helen noted with a little surprise that the blonde woman was standing very close to him and silently watching the proceedings. "I really think that you should do as Julian has asked now. It's the only way, you know."

As if in a dream-like state, Helen walked slowly to the bed in the centre of the room and, as if by rote, kicked off her spiked shoes and climbed up onto that quilt. The bed felt comfortable and the linen smelled fresh and clean. She was aware that there were three pairs of eyes trained on her but she seemed unable to resist now.

"Very good," Julian's voice sounded commanding and authoritative as it took over from Graham's. "Now pull the hem of your dress up so we can see you."

For a moment Helen hesitated, but only for a moment. The dream state that clouded her mind was still extremely evident; it was as if she wanted the three people in the room to see her.

"But I'm not wearing any…"

"DO IT!" Julian's voice boomed out the order.

Helen gasped and immediately acquiesced. Her hands hardly seemed to belong to her as she gripped the hem of the dress and shimmied the material up to the top of her creamy white thighs. Her breathing was coming in short sharp gasps now and she realised that if she had been excited downstairs in the garden then now she was in a state of total arousal. She could feel her nipples hardening under the material of the dress and knew that moisture was forming between her trembling legs.

"Higher!" Julian commanded. "Pull it higher so we can see your cunt!"

Helen swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Her hands seem to work by themselves as they eased the thin material over the swell of her buttocks and bunched it lewdly around her waist.

"Now open your legs."

This time Helen obeyed without hesitation. Her knees fell open but her eyes remained tightly closed as she imagined Julian, her husband and Ingrid all staring at her gaping and wet pussy.

"Now use this." Julian's voice continued.

A little confused, Helen opened her eyes to see the blonde woman staring down at her. Oddly, Helen felt no embarrassment for her nakedness but only noted that Ingrid was offering her a long necked wine bottle.

"Use it!" Julian repeated firmly.

Slowly, Helen took the proffered bottle. Her long slim fingers flitted over the neck; stoking it and caressing it lovingly. She lowered it down towards her spread legs and gasped as she felt the cold glass touch her hot, wet opening.

As Helen slid the bottle further and further into her body she opened her eyes. She had been aware of murmured voices in the back of her mind – sexual noises – and was only a little surprised to see that both Julian and Graham had both unzipped their pants and released two throbbing erections. Julian was masturbating through his open fly and Ingrid, still sitting next to Graham, was slowly massaging his swollen tool with her hand as they all watched Helen pleasure herself.

"Fuck yourself with it my little slut!" Julian's voice was not as powerful as it had been and it was clear that he was trying to balance his own feeling of lust with the importance of remaining in control.

Again Helen obeyed without question. She was lost in her own personal world of lust now and she began to thrust the bottle in and out of her soaked pussy with abandon. Her moans quickly reached fever pitch and she could feel her red painted toes begin to curl up into fists as she neared climax. Faster and faster she rammed the improvised sex-toy into herself. Her legs began to shake and tremble and, as her back arched gracefully from the bed, she exploded into an orgasm so powerful that she thought she might pass out completely.

Graham watched his wife while Ingrid played deliciously with his hard cock. His own hand was up inside the blonde's dress and, as he pulled her panties to one side, he was able to slide two fingers into her hot vagina. It seemed to Graham now that his wife hardly needed Julian's instructions or commands. She was already pulling the crumpled dress over her head without further prompting and now sat on the bed completely naked as she watched Graham's best friend masturbate in front of her. The look on Helen's face was one of pure, unadulterated lust and Graham knew that there was to be a lot more to the evening before long.

"You've all seen me," Helen said with a strained voice, "So how about I get to see you all?"

Helen saw Graham and Julian looked at each other and smile knowingly. She watched as both men quickly stripped off the remains of their clothes and then looked over at Ingrid. Apart from a brief, experimental flirtation at college, Helen had never been close to another woman before, but now felt extremely curious. She wanted to see what was under the gold dress nearly as much as she wanted Julian to fuck her until she couldn't walk!

Julian and Graham lost no time in satisfying Helen's curiosity. With their hands all over the blonde woman's body, they practically ripped the silky fabric from her lithe frame until she was left sitting on the carpet in just gold sandals and a pair of minute, white lace panties.

"Still not quite as exposed as me!" Helen giggled. "Let's lose the panties, yes?"

Helen watched with awed fascination as Ingrid peeled off her white lace underwear and exposed a perfectly shaved pussy – a stark contrast to Helen's own bushy mound. Helen could see the effect of her husband's fingers on the blonde's vagina that was now open and wet and pouted slightly like a petulant child.

"I need to fuck." Ingrid stated in a thick European accent. Helen guessed that she was either Dutch or Swiss.

"Good idea," Helen replied. "I'm ready!"

As Julian moved toward the bed and her husband remained with Ingrid, Helen realised that this had most likely been pre-planned by the guys. She certainly had no objection – she was finally going to get herself fucked by Julian and now clearly not at the risk of her marriage. What could be better?

Helen felt the bed dip slightly as Julian climbed up and lay with her. His body felt so good next to hers and she let her hands idly caress the thick hair on his chest as his fingers played with her throbbing nipples. Slowly her hands moved downwards, circling and lightly scratching with her nails until her fingers fond his erection. Gently she grasped it and heard her lover moan deep in his throat. It was difficult but somehow she managed to move her head down to his lap. She wanted to taste him and nothing was going to stop her.

For a few seconds, Graham raised his head from between Ingrid's spread legs and stopped teasing her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. Ingrid protested but he indicated over at Julian and his wife so that they both could watch. Helen's mouth was now stretched wide to accept Julian's thick cock as she took him deep into her throat and Graham felt his own cock pulsate wildly as he looked on.

Deeper and deeper Helen took the hard, throbbing meat until her nose nestled softly into Julian's groin. It was nearly as much as Graham could take and with a sudden burst of strength and a deep guttural grunt, he flipped the naked Ingrid over and slammed his thick tool deep into her pussy.

Helen watched as her husband began ramming his cock into another woman's vagina but felt no jealousy. Her mouth and throat were so full of Julian's cock she wondered briefly that, if he climaxed at that point, weather she would drown. Her fingers played lightly with his balls and between his buttocks but, apart from a surge of power from his tool and a moan of lust, Graham seemed to be in complete control of himself. Helen silently thanked him for his stamina!

"I want you now." Helen heard her lover mumble between gritted teeth. She smiled inwardly. This was the moment that she had been waiting for and obediently pulled her self up into a kneeling position and spread her legs obligingly.

Helen was acutely aware that, in this position, her pussy and ass were spread open for the world to see. But she didn't care. She was past caring. She wanted her pussy filled with Julian's cock and, at last, it was about to happen.

Helen didn't have long to wait. Amongst the cries of lust from her husband and Ingrid as they fucked away like rabbits, she felt the searing heat as Julian thrust his rigid pole of male flesh deep into her vagina. She wanted it hard and fast and didn't have to ask twice. As her lover rammed deep and strong his balls slapped noisily against Helen's pussy lips. He was as deep as anyone had ever been inside her and the feeling of fullness completed her. She could feel the waves of ecstasy building again from deep inside her and cried out loudly as she came for a second time.

This time the force of a multiple climax rocked Helen's body and took her breath away. Somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind she could hear similar cries of satisfaction coming from Ingrid and knew that Graham was treating the blonde woman to much the same level of pleasure. 

Julian's hands had been teasing and pinching at her abused nipples while he fucked her and now Helen could feel his hot breath against her cheek as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"Now for the grand finale" Julian gasped. "It's all planned. We're going to do you both together – in your asses!"

Helen hardly had time to think before she felt the bed dip again and suddenly Ingrid was kneeling next to her in almost exactly the same position. Their faces were so close that it seemed the obvious thing to do was to kiss. For a brief moment, Helen looking into Ingrid's eyes and they both felt the connection.

"I haven't done any…"

Helen's words were quickly cut off as Ingrid lowered her face towards her. Their lips suddenly locked in a fierce embrace and Helen experienced, for the first time in many years, the sensation of another woman's tongue in her mouth. It felt good. It felt right and Helen returned the kiss with enthusiasm.

"I think your wife is turning bisexual!" 

Helen could hear Julian's voice from behind her and was aware that both men were settling themselves behind her and Ingrid. It suddenly occurred to her that neither her husband or lover had yet cum and that their clear intention was to unload themselves into the two anal openings that were now staring up at them. Helen was no stranger to anal play but she was well aware that Julian's cock was considerably larger than her husband's, or indeed her own finger. She looked forward to the ultimate penetration with a mixture of trepidation and longing.

The women broke their embrace as they both felt the cool lubricant ooze between their buttocks. Helen moaned deeply as Julian's finger worked the viscous liquid into her anus and, glancing over at Ingrid she realised that her husband's digits were having the same effect on the blonde. 

And then, suddenly, the finger was gone. For a moment Helen felt a yawning, empty sensation but this, too, soon disappeared. What replaced the emptiness was a feeling of pain mixed with total ecstasy. All of a sudden Julian's cock felt huge to her as he worked the bulbous head into her anal opening and past her tight muscle. Helen wriggled her bottom backwards and tried to relax. The pain was diminishing now and she felt the tight hole spread open like a blooming flower in the sun to accommodate the throbbing length of flesh that was now inside her.

Again, Helen glanced to her side and saw the look of pure ecstatic lust that adorned her new friend's face. Helen's own body was now being thrust back and forth in time with Ingrid's and both women put a hand between their legs to tease their clits as all four lovers pumped, thrust and stroked their way to climax.

This time it was Ingrid who orgasmed first. Helen could see the blonde woman's body shaking and trembling next to her and reached out to squeeze the swollen nipple that topped one heaving breast. Ingrid screamed out in her lust and Helen eyed the trickle of juice that now meandered its way down the inside of her thigh.

Graham was next. Hearing her husband's cry of satisfaction, Helen watched as he wrenched his tool clear of Ingrid's abused looking anus and shot a long stream of cum that laced from the crease of her tanned buttocks almost up to the nape of her swan-like neck.

And then suddenly Helen could feel hot liquid burning her insides. Her eyes closed and her mind concentrated on the sensations as her lover ejaculated thick and frequent jets of searing cum into her ass. Julian had not withdrawn his tool from her and his sticky issue seemed to flood her insides.

As soon as she was sure that he had finished inside her, Helen moved forward to allow Julian's deflated cock to slither wetly from her anus. Immediately her fingers began to work overtime in her pussy as she quickly climbed the hill towards her third orgasm. The waves crashed over her like surf breaking on a deserted beach. Lights sparkled and twinkled in her mind and her whole body convulsed. The room began to mist over, clouds in the night sky darkened her brain. She was slipping away to paradise. Slowly…slowly…slowly…..

"If you're going to spend all night in that bath tub we will never get to the party on time!"

Helen's eyes shot open and quickly took in the familiar surroundings of her own bathroom. The water surrounding her naked body had long since cooled and she wondered how long she had been asleep. She withdrew the two fingers that had been inside her vagina feeling a little guiltily.




Party-Girl



"What time is it, Graham?" She called out.

"9.15, we are supposed to be there by now." Helen's husband had opened the door to the bathroom. He was already changed and ready to go. "Come on, darling. Julian and his new girlfriend will be waiting for us."

Helen slopped noisily from the cool water and wrapped a large towel around her body.

"Oh yes. I'm looking forward to meeting Ingrid."

"Who the hell is Ingrid?" Graham replied curiously. "Julian's girlfriend is called Tracy, I think."

"Oh…I just thought…you know…?"

"Honestly, Helen. Sometimes I think you are not at all interested in Julian or any of our friends. You must try to pay attention, you know."

Yes, Helen thought with a wry smile as she began towelling herself off, I think I must definitely pay more attention to Julian!

The End



Party Girl



Kelly was having a great time at the party, despite the drunken antics of her boyfriend she had been dancing for hours and was high on the energy and excitement! The host was a guy she didn't know, a friend of her boyfriends, he was very good looking and she had been admiring him all night. He was with a stunningly beautiful girl who she presumed was his girlfriend. 

At about 1 a.m., her boyfriend had passed out in a drunken pile on the couch. Typical! She thought, but she was determined to carry on enjoying herself. Marc had seen Kelly from across the room at the start of the night, he had been impressed at what he saw, she was very attractive and the clothes she wore highlighted her sexy body to perfection. She was wearing open toed high heeled black shoes, her feet very petite and slender, her toenails were painted a scarlet red to match her fingernails. 

A little black dress was cut to reveal an expanse of tanned athletic thigh and the outline of her black g-string could occasionally be seen when her body was positioned in a certain way. Her ass was perfect, a deep cleft dividing the pouting rounded globes that had been toned and firmed by endless hours of aerobics and gym work. The low cut dress revealed an eye-catching cleavage that drew the eye of every man in the room, her golden breasts seemed to shine in the light, this was because Kelly, knowing how men adored her stunning tits always rubbed moisturiser over them before she went out. Marc could see most of the men glancing over at the Brunette who was dancing with a couple of girlfriends.

His cock twitched in his pants as he thought of how he would love to get inside her little knickers tonight. Looking over at the boyfriend, who was already some was towards being completely drunk Marc could see his opening. Checking that his girlfriend was safely out of sight he moved over to chat with Kelly, with his casual but interesting conversation he soon had Kelly listening intently. He got her a drink, making sure that he was generous with the spirits and soon, after several top ups, Kelly was well on her way to joining hr boyfriend in a drunken stupor. Marc went back to his girlfriend and chatted with her and her friends for a while, occasionally going back to Kelly to make sure that her drink was full. Finally the guests started to leave until only a few were left, Marc suggested that Kelly and her boyfriend may like to sleep it off in a spare room. Kelly agreed and Marc and his girlfriend helped to put Kelly's comatose boyfriend to bed. Kelly staggered after them and went into the bathroom to prepare for bed. 

Marc and his girlfriend wished Kelly goodnight and retired to his bedroom, he pretended to be too tired to make love and lay in the dark waiting for the lovely blonde beside him to fall asleep. When her breathing was deep and regular he got up and went to the spare room. He could see the 2 sleeping figures on the king sized bed, the boyfriend fully clothed but Kelly was naked, the sheet pushed down to the waist to reveal her large firm mounds. 

Marc stood looking at Kelly, his cock hardening as he stroked it, gradually it grew towards its full magnificent size, shaved around the balls and base it jutted out obscenely from his stomach, a tear of precum forming at the little eye in the middle of the large head. Marcs body was toned and muscular, his legs and ass powerful and rock hard. He moved over and slipped into the bed next to Kelly his hand stroking up and down her body, he gently played with her breasts and then moved down to rub at her pussy with his thumb, the lips moistened and opened allowing him to slip a wet finger inside, he casually played with her until she was moaning in her sleep, her pussy wide enough to accept his considerable girth. 

He moved over Kelly straddling her chest, she was lying on her back and he rubbed the end of his thick penis across her lips, smearing his precum over the soft, pouting flesh. Kelly licked her lips and then moaned, Marc rubbed his meat all over her face, feeling himself harden even more. He slipped down her body and positioned himself over Kelly's body, spreading her long slim legs he positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed inside. Kelly moaned loudly as he pushed in to the hilt and began to gently move inside her, he felt her moisten around him, the grip of her pussy was incredible. Gradually he built up speed till he was thrusting hard inside her, her Moans intensifying till her head was thrashing from side to side with ecstasy. 

Suddenly Kelly's eyes sprang open and the two stared into each others eyes. Kelly's mouth drew open with a gasp as she realised who was fucking her, but the sensations of the big tool kept her quiet. She lay under Marc her mouth open gasping as he continued to plow into her. Kelly gave in to the power of Marcs majestic tool and began to stroke her hands up and down his back, opening her legs wider and grabbing his muscular ass to pull him into her. Marcs thrusts increased their depth and speed, Kelly's eyes opened wider, "be careful, I'm not on the pill" she moaned. 

Marc smiled, "I don't give a shit" he grimaced, close to cumming. Kelly knew she should have tried to push him off but the sensations of his huge cock inside her tight pussy overwhelmed her and with a loud moan she wrapped her legs round his sides, spurring him on. 

"Take my cum bitch!" gasped Marc and he gave one final push, their eyes locked as Marcs prick spasmed and spurted a long stream of steaming seed straight into the depth of her hot cunt. Stream after stream followed as Kelly came long and hard. 

When he was finished and his limp dick had slipped out of her, followed by a stream of his cum, so plentiful had been his spend into her pussy, Marc rolled over and lay for a while. Kelly lay silent for a couple of minutes before moving down the bed to give Marc a long slow blow-job letting him spurt another stream of cum down her willing throat. Hope you liked this babe!



Party Girl



I had just finished some work on the computer that I'd brought home from the office when the phone rang. I glanced at the clock on my computer and grimaced "1:30? It can't be good news." Imagine my surprise when I heard my inebriated 18-year-old daughter's voice on the other line. 

"Daddy? It's Dacia" she giggled "I'm at a party, and I can't drive home, and I don't want to go back to moms house like this. Do you think you could pick me up? Pleeeease? I'll make it up to you." Damn. I was exhausted, and not in the mood to deal with my ex wife when she realized our daughter wasn't coming home. But none the less, Dacia is my pride and joy, and I certainly wasn't going to let her drive home drunk, as she so apparently was. 

"Sure Dash" I said, my tone belying my unhappiness with the situation, "tell me how to get there and I'll be there right away." After getting directions, I slipped out of my robe and put on pajama bottoms and a T-shirt, hoping I wouldn't have to get out of the car to go find her. Thankfully, the address she had given me was only a few minutes away, and I shortly found myself waiting outside of an impressive home that was obviously the site for a large keg party. I pity the parents that come home to that mess. Soon, I was startled out of my reverie when Dacia tapped on the window, grinning foolishly. I leaned over to unlock the door and was surprised at my daughters apparel. 

Her skirt looked like something her mother and I bought for her when we were together. Ten years ago. And her shirt would have fit the Barbies that I wished she still played with. Plain and simple, my baby girl had changed from the cute and cuddly 8 year old that I'd spent so much time with, to a beautiful, sexy young women, who under other circumstances (if she wasn't my daughter) I'd enjoy spending a lot more time with. "Thanks so much daddy, I really appreciate this. You're the best!" she said, leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek, showing me quite a bit of cleavage. 

" You're welcome honey. How are you going to explain this to Marcia though?" I shuddered at the idea of her mother calling my home. 

"I told mommy I was spending the night with a friend, but that fell through. Is it okay if I spend the night?" she said impishly, giving me the impression that her "friend" was one of the male variety. 

"Or course you can Princess" I replied, reverting to the name I'd called her throughout her childhood. I was about to continue when she interrupted

"Uh, dad, can we pull over? I think I'm going to—" she croaked. Say no more! I quickly signaled and pulled over just in time for her to hang her head out the door and lose her dinner. And it sounded like lunch and breakfast too. I hadn't heard anyone that sick since my college days. She slowly straightened herself and looked over at me. "I'm okay now. You can go ahead." I was suddenly very grateful that we were almost back at my house. She seemed to fall asleep on the way there, and as we pulled in to the driveway, I nudged her shoulder gently 

"Princess, we're home." 

"Okay" she muttered, not doing anything about it. I sighed and got out of the car, going around to her side and sliding her out. I picked my baby girl up like I used to when she was a child and began to carry her toward the house. "Daddy?" she croaked

"Yes Princess?"

"I don't feel very good."

"I know honey, I'll have you in bed in a minute." I whispered, kissing the top of her head. I opened the front door and headed for the stairs when she began to squirm, telling me she had to go to the bathroom. I put her down and went into the guestroom to turn down the sheets and listened to the sounds of her brushing her teeth. Good. She'd found the extra toothbrush I keep in the medicine cabinet. The door creaked open and I saw her shut off the light as she made her way to the guestroom slowly, on unsteady feet. She looked so beautiful, with her long blonde hair framing her gorgeous face, tumbling down to the top of her breasts. I glanced away, knowing I shouldn't notice things like that. But I couldn't help it. She must have at least been a 34C. A very full 34C, with a slim tapered waist, and sweet legs. She was adorable. My little Princess. 

Dacia swayed her way over to the guest bed, uttered a "good night daddy" and promptly fell asleep. I sat and watched her for a while, staring at her face in the moonglow, and debated whether or not I should change her into one of my old T-shirts. The pervert in me won out, and I crept to my room to get a shirt for her. When I got back, I lifted her up slightly so that I could undo the buttons on the back of her shirt, if you could call it that, and slowly pulled it from her shoulders, nearly gasping as her breasts fell free of the material. They were beautiful, with large, penny colored nipples that quickly hardened in the coolness of the room. I then began to slide her skirt off of her, and was shocked to find my darling daughter not wearing any panties. She took care of herself though, I noticed as I took in her bush, trimmed and shaped into a gentle V. Lifting her up once again, I slid the shirt over her head and laid her back down on the bed. 

"Daddy?" she whispered, and I froze, knowing that she would think I was a horrible, dirty old man. "Will you lay with me, and hold me? Like you used to when I was little?" I felt a stirring in my groin as I thought about lying with my sweet daughter in my arms, pressed up against her softness. But I climbed over her and wrapped my arms around her from behind as she snuggled up against me, pressing her ass right against my cock, which was quickly becoming rigid. "I don't feel well at all Daddy" she whimpered. 

"Do you need help getting to the bathroom baby?" I whispered to her. 

"No, it's not that kind of sick. But my stomach hurts. Will you rub it like you used to when I was little and had a tummy ache?" she whispered back, grinding even harder against me as I tried to discreetly move away so that she wouldn't feel my now fully hard erection. I gingerly raised my hand to her satin soft skin and began to rub slow, soft circles. She moaned softly and again began pressing herself against me. My cock was now straining to be free of my pajama bottoms, and was beginning to ache slightly from the pressure she was applying to it. I was sure that she could feel it, and only hoped she didn't know what it was. 

"Lower daddy. It hurts lower" she whimpered, and I slid my hand down a fraction of an inch, and began rubbing again, this time in smaller circles so as not to brush against her pussy. My cock was rock hard by now, and dripping pre cum. If I didn't get to my room soon, I was going to go crazy. "No daddy. You're not getting it. It's lower" she whimpered, and moved my hand over her bush. Holy shit. My beautiful daughter began rubbing her ass against my fully engorged cock again; this time with renewed fervor, as she guided my hand over her pussy, applying pressure on my middle finger until I found in buried inside of her wetness. I didn't know what to do, but knew that as horrible as I must be, I didn't want to, no, couldn't, stop. 

"Are you sure about this baby?" I asked her, praying the answer would be yes. "Please don't stop daddy. I'm on fire!" was her reply. No worries! I certainly wasn't going to stop until I had my dick stuffed inside of her tight, wet cunt. Keeping one hand buried in her, I slid my other hand up to grasp one of her full, pendulous breasts, kneading it and rubbing my palm over her hardened nipple. She let out a gasp and moaned "Suck it, suck it please daddy!" and rolled herself underneath me. I lowered my mouth to her breast and began to tongue it lightly, flicking my tongue across her bud, before taking the whole thing in my mouth. She cried out and clutched my hair tightly; pulling my other hand from her pussy and pushing my pajama clad butt down so that my cock was once again ground tightly between us. 

Reaching up, she grasped the elastic waistband of my pajamas and pulled down, and I quickly finished the job, shedding my bottoms quickly, and then tugging the T-shirt over my head. By the time I had finished, Dacia had taken off the T-shirt that I had so painstakingly put on her just a few minutes earlier. I pushed my baby girl back down on the bed and again attacked her breasts with my tongue, teeth and lips. I slowly kissed my way down Dacia's body, trailing my tongue from one breast to the other, and then the beautiful valley in between before starting downward. I skipped kisses over her flat white stomach, and buried my face in her soft, downy fur, inhaling her feminine scent before parting her lips with my tongue, and lapping at her sweet juices. 

I found my way to her hardened clit, and raked my teeth over it gently, eliciting a cry from above "Please Daddy. I need your cock so bad!" However, I had other plans. I continued to ravage Dacias sweet cunt with my mouth until I heard her moans "Ohhh Yes! Yes daddy! I'm cumming. Your sweet baby girl is cumming!" I nearly blew my load right there, but instead, I slowly made my way back up her body, repeating the same trail as before, when she jerked my head up and kissed me passionately, her tongue sparing with mine, and her hands caressed my ass, pulling me tighter against her wetness. 

Suddenly she rolled over, and was on top of me, wasting no time; she engulfed my cock in her mouth, swallowing nearly the whole 7 inches in one gulp. I moaned and ran my fingers through her hair. It was incredible! My beautiful daughter was sucking my cock, and sucking it like a pro! I felt her nails rake gently over my balls, and had to beg her to stop. "Princess, please, daddy will cum too soon if you don't stop." She looked up at me and smiled coyly, licked her lips and said 

"Well we can't have that can we? I want your hot cream deep in my pussy." Oh Lord in Heaven forgive me, I was about to make love to my daughter. My gorgeous, irresistible, apparently insatiable daughter. She rolled off of me and began kissing me again, this time slowly, light, gentle butterfly kisses scattered across my face and neck. Ohh, my baby was suckling my neck, one of my hot spots. I cried out and rolled over on top of her, looking down into her emerald eyes as I rubbed my cock against her opening. "Please take me daddy. Make me yours. Fill me up with that hot cock. PLEASE DADDY" She called out, pushing against my ass while straining her hips up, trying to take more of me inside of her sweet pussy. 

I continued to tease her, loving the sound of her begging, reveling each time she called me "daddy". It was so sexy, but I couldn't take much more and plunged into her, both of us moaning as her tight cunt gripped my swollen cock. I began to slowly slide in and out of her, looking down at her as she stared back up at me intensely, teeth gritted in concentration. I watched her, as she watched my dick enter her body, sliding almost all the way out, until only the head remained, and then slowly, almost painstakingly entering her again, until I felt myself bottom out. 

Her moans began to get louder, until soon she was practically screaming "Faster Daddy! Give me all of that hot cock. Harder! Oh please Daddy; fuck me hard and fast. I need it so bad. Oh Daddy, you're so hot and hard inside of me. Harder! Oh Harder Please!" What daddy can turn his little girl down? I began to pump into her harder, grunting with the effort, and she began to buck wildly beneath me, telling me she was ready to cum again. I felt her cunt spasm around my cock, and nearly lost it again. Dacia and I locked eyes, as I began to pant. "Daddy loves you baby. You're so sexy. You feel so good, wrapped around me, tight and wet. I can't believe I'm inside of you, that you're here with me like this. You're so tight Princess. Daddy's going to cum soon"

"Fuck me from behind daddy. Do me fast and hard" Dacia moaned, and I was more than happy to oblige her. I pulled my cock out with a "pop" and she quickly rolled over and got up on her knees. Wasting no time, I plunged back inside of her, feeling that familiar feeling of cum boiling in my balls, but I wanted my baby to have one more orgasm. I reached around and began rubbing her clit in small, tight, fast circles, as I began to pump in and out of her, harder and harder until I was afraid she'd fall from the effort. With my other hand, I grasped her firm, smooth ass, and lightly swatted it before reaching around and up to fondle her breasts, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer and repeated my earlier warning "Daddy's going to cum soon baby girl, you're so good! 

I want you to cum with me though." Dacia cried out and steadied herself on one arm as she reached up and began to guide my middle finger on her clit, pressing harder and circling faster. My baby girl was helping me get her off! I grunted from the effort of holding back, and told her again that I was close. Soon I felt her cunt begin to milk my cock again, and she began to moan louder, with more intensity, and I lost it, shooting my load deep into her sweet, hot pussy. "Oh Dacia baby, my Princess, Daddy is cumming deep in your pussy. Ohhhhhh Baby! I love you!" I cried, emptying my balls inside of her. I pulled out, and Dacia turned around to smile at me. 

"Thank you for picking me up daddy. I know you must have been tired" she said laughingly before she took my cock in her mouth to lick me clean...

More to come if you liked this. This is my first story, so let me know what you thought and how I can make my next ones better. All comments appreciated, flames ignored.



Party Girl



Ken was getting bored. The party, at least in his mind, had been a total waste.

He sat on the couch, looking through his drink to the light in the living room, which was full of people socializing, chatting or otherwise.

Ken had been completely and entirely unsuccessful tonight, which was very strange because he always ended up taking someone home when he went to one of Sonny's parties. It was still early, only nine, and people were still coming, but he didn't have an especially good feeling.

Then he saw Brooke, drinking a glass of wine casually on the stairs. What a gorgeous woman she is, he thought. The softest looking brown hair flowing down to her full breasts, sparkling green eyes, and just the right complexion. Textbook stuff, he called it; short nose, short forehead, pouty lips. Then of course there was her body, which her outfit didn't exactly hide. Her long tanned legs and slender upper body were draped by a beautiful white and pink dress, a spring sort of dress. He shook his head, smiling, as his eyes met hers, and he walked over.

"Didn't know you'd be here."

"You're so full of shit," he grinned. "You know full well I always come."

Brooke smiled, almost fiendishly. "Well, not tonight anyway. Usually if you don't have a girl crawling all over you by now, you split for a club."

Ken was a very attractive guy. He was tall and built, very toned. He had brown mahogany eyes that shone when he talked to good looking women and slick black hair. Tonight he was in a light blue dress shirt with khaki slacks, and had left his jacket at the door.

While they went on, Ken couldn't help but wonder how she had been married to Frank for so long. After all, they were only twenty four, and a woman like Brooke could have anyone she wanted. Especially guys better looking, smarter, and a hell of a lot less boring than Frank. He liked the guy, but he had always doubted that he had what it took to keep a vixen like Brooke satisfied.

Ken's thoughts were broken as Brooke let out a gasp.

"Shit!"

She had spilled her wine accidentally on her dress. The bright red wine spread slowly down her breasts to her stomach and she looked up at Ken, as if to say "what the hell do I do?"

Ken looked around for Megan, the hostess. "There's Meg," he told her, pointing to the kitchen. "Tell her, I'm sure she'd put this in the wash for you and give you something to wear."

"Well, isn't this going to stain?"

"Haha... probably."

"Don't laugh!" she snapped playfully. "This isn't funny!"

"Of course not," Ken chuckled.

"Well, I'll go talk to Meg," she told him. "I'll be back."

With a subtle swish of her hips Brook walked off to the kitchen to talk to Megan.

Ken stood at the foot of the stairs, watching her. Now all he could think about was Brooke. What it'd be like to have her. To be able to have sex with her every night and every morning. Just watching the stain move down over her breasts down her taut stomach....

It was starting to be more than he could take. He was thinking that maybe he should go before he said something stupid to her. Maybe he should just go home, masturbate, and call it a night. Then Brooke once again interferred with his thoughts.

"Hey!" she smiled. "You look like you're off in another world."

He grinned slightly. "Yeah, just thinking."

"Well Meg says to just go in the bathroom and wait for her. She'll give me something and wash this, see if she can get it out."

"So is this where we say goodnight?"

Brooke frowned. "Well, I was thinking that you could come with me. Keep me company, you know?"

A little taken aback, Ken nodded and followed her up the stairs to the first door on the left. Brooke opened it and walked inside casually, followed by a slightly nervous Ken.

"Man," Brooke said, slipping out of her dress, "can you believe this shit?"

Ken tried to look away from her sexy body, now only in a black bra and panties, but was finding it very difficult.

"I mean seriously, that was a nice dress."

Ken nodded, but his attention was elswhere, namely trying to stop staring at Brooke.

She leaned back against the wall and pressed a bare foot up against it, starting to stretch. "But oh well... these things will happen."

"Yeah," Ken agreed. "But let's talk about something else."

"Like what?"

Ken's mind went deathly blank. Worse than blanks he'd gotten from other situations, like tests in college, or philosophocal discussions. This was just nothing but sex. He wanted to fuck his friend's wife, and here she was, almost taunting him. Arching her back, as though she were displaying herself for him.

Still waiting for an answer, Brooke looked into his eyes, and he knew she saw his lust. She had to. It was right there, screaming. But she seemed not to notice.

"Well?"

Ken shook his head. "Sorry, I..."

She laughed. It looked as though she was enjoying his torment.

Brooke reached out and grabbed the belt loops on Ken's slacks, and pulled him into her. He felt her soft crotch against his, and he felt himself stiffen.

She smiled as she started to kiss him. Ken didn't instantly react, as he thought he would. He sort of stood here motionless, letting Brooke's tongue playfully enter his mouth. After a few seconds he realized that it was really happening and he started to kiss her back.

Ken ran his hands down her sides and cupped her rear, pulling her into him. He pulled away for a moment, a thought hitting him.

"What about Meg? Isn't she coming?"

Brooke laughed. "No. I didn't tell her to wash my dress. I told her that I wanted to fuck your brains out."

Ken smiled broadly as he let his lips return to hers and started grinding his hips into her.

After letting their tongues taste the others mouths for a minute or so Ken kissed her lower lip and started moving down, to her neck. He moved his hands up and rubbed the small of her back, feeling her arch into him and hearing her little squeal as he kissed down her breasts. He ran his face down her smooth stomach to her panties and pressed his face into her covered crotch. Brooke started breathing more heavily as she let go of his hair to remove her bra.

Ken kissed and rubbed his face into her crotch as he slowly took the straps of her sopping panties and lowered them down to her knees. Ken looked at her pussy, seeing how wet it was, looking like a pair of lips longing to be kissed. He kissed it. Brooke moaned softly as he kissed it again, pressing his mouth against her juicy lips. He fondled her rear while he started sucking lightly on one of the lips and he felt Brooke's hands in his hair again, balling into fists. He heard her sounds and tasted her crotch and he felt himself already throbbing. Just a little longer, he thought to himself.

Brooke starting hitting the back of her head against the wall, trying not to make too much noise. Feeling his mouth between her legs was almost more than she could take. Then she felt his tongue slide up inside her and she almost jumped. Her heavy gasps were getting louder, and the nipples atop her heaving breasts were getting harder and harder. When she felt his nose graze over her clit softly she let out a cry and felt herself exploding in passion. Her stomach was tight and her nipples ached, and she could feel herself running down her legs while Ken lapped up what he could.

Ken ran his tongue up and down over the lips, trying to get as much of her juices as possible. Once the flow stemmed, he gave it one last lick and wiped his lips on his shirt, taking a hand from her body to unbutton his pants. He rose slightly, kissing up her stomach to her stiff nipples, and he stopped to take one into his mouth. She started moaning again as he planted his lips around it, raking his teeth on it and letting his tongue drag over. The hand he used to unbutton himself moved up to take the other nipple, running the palm over and pinching it gently. Her breasts were so soft, and they felt so good, he felt his entire crotch burning.

Brooke was barely able to keep herself quiet, knowing that a party was going on downstairs. She moved her hand over to the door and locked it, then started to remove Ken's shirt. She felt herself getting extremely wet again, and she knew she wasn't far from another orgasm. Brooke tilted her head back and waited for him to enter her, letting him take her.

"God, I'm about to scream," she wheezed.

Ken got his cock out and the tip immediately hit her clit, just missing his target. He felt her shiver against him, and he had to fight off the urge to let himself go right there. Regaining his composure, he pressed it against the lips and started to push. He felt her tightness and felt her fingers digging into his shoulders and kept pushing. It felt so warm, so humid, and he had no idea how he was going to last.

Brooke wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him to move into her faster; she couldn't take the waiting. She felt him slide in fully and felt herself lose it again. She moved her head down and bit his neck to keep quiet as another orgasm wracked her petite body. Ken started to thrust and he suddenly felt the walls clamping tightly on him. He tried to keep going, but her elasticity was too much for him. He could feel himself starting to shoot his wad up inside her and he moaned against her breast as he started cumming.

They bucked into each other as they came together, until their climaxes died away. Then Ken pulled his face from her chest and looked at her. She giggled. "I'm all sticky now..."

They laughed together. Ken pulled out of her and grabbed the shower curtain.

"Maybe you need a shower."

Brooke smiled devilishly and walked over to him, giving him a long, deep kiss.

Ken opened the curtain and started the water, making sure it was nice and warm. He took her hand and led her into the tub with him and turned the shower on.

The spray hit their shoulders when Ken got an idea. He turned Brooke so her back was against him and she was facing the shower head. It was a removeable head, and he took it and sprayed the water over her breasts.

"Ooohh..."

He smiled as he kissed her neck and ran his hand over her flat stomach. The spray hit her breasts and concentrated on her nipples for a bit before he moved it down. The warm spray hit her stomach and moved down until it sprayed her pussy lips. Brooke let out a long moan. She felt her body melting back into Ken as the water hit her cunt, moving up and down between the lips and to her clit. She unconsciously started bucking against the water and also felt Ken growing hard between her thighs.

Ken moved his hand up to fondle her breasts as he started moving his hard on back and forth between her soft thighs. He heard her sensous moans filling the shower and felt he was about to cum. He stopped and moved his hand down to place his cock at her pussy.

Brooke was inundated with an incredible orgasm with the water and feeling Ken between her thighs and was shaking, barely able to stand. She braced herself on the tile wall and the curtain and felt him start to enter her mid climax. The sensation was incredible. Brooke was finally unable to control her voice and just let out a loud wail.

Ken started thrusting into her from behind and massaged her breast while he kept the spray of water on her box. He knew he wouldn't last long here either, and started bucking into her a little harder and a little faster.

Brooke suddenly thrust her hand down to her crotch and ran her fingers over her clit. She was about to explode again, and turned her head to kiss Ken. They kissed hard while they both started to cum again. Ken pounded into her without abandon while Brook bucked back into him and viciously pressed her fingers onto her clit.

They both fell back slightly, but neither of them cared. Then Ken fell back and Brooke fell with him as their climaxes ended and they started laughing.

"I'll bet they heard you," Ken told her.

"Yeah... but then again, they don't know who it is."

"I guess so."

"So if we stay up here," she started, turning over and positioning herself over him, "we should be fine."

Ken smiled as he ran his hands over her body. "It'll probably be a couple hours, too."

"Yeah, a shame..."



Party Girl



 (Disclaimer: The story below does not depict safe sex. It's a fantasy, nothing more.)

When she entered the room it was like an electric current ran up my spine. No one else seemed to notice her, but from across the room her body drew my eyes like a magnet. Not that she would've been 'hot' as society tends to define the term (she was a bit short and wasn't anorexic enough), but my definition of "hot" has generally been a bit against the norm.

Medium height, she wore her red hair in two pigtails. Her skin was delicately pale and her body well rounded. Her stomach (slightly rounded) peeked out from the gap between her black tank top that exposed most of what had to be D tits to the world. A plaid schoolgirl-like skirt draped from her hips down to above her knees, and fishnet stockings completed the outfit. 

I tried to catch her eye from across the room but she was rounded up by some other guys and they went off somewhere else in the house. Disappointed, I finished off the beer I was holding and headed off to find a bathroom. Taking a whiz proved a bit of a trial as I had a healthy boner to deal with first. But finally it subsided and I headed back out into the house to continue my so far uneventful evening. Wandering around the upper floor I came to one room with the door open a crack. Unmistakable sounds sex wafted out and I decided to have myself a peek.

It was the redhead, only now her skirt was pushed up around her waist and her tanktop was off. She also had a dick buried in her pussy, which was just now pounding in and out. In her mouth was another dick, and some guys were gathering around her with their pants down obviously waiting their turn. I knew the guys vaguely, and they seemed pretty cool, so I opened the door and slipped inside. Some people saw me enter, but no one seemed to care so I figured I'd pull down my pants and wait my turn. The scene in front of me was enough by far that I was already hard as I've ever been, so I gently stroked my dick in anticipation. Gently, because too vigorous of stroking would've lost me my load right there.

"Damn!" I thought, "This chick sure knows how to take cock!" The first guy pulled out and blew his load on her pale ass, and I nearly followed suit. Next up was a short guy with what had to be a 9" rod! He stepped up and drove it right in no problem and started fucking her brains out. Cum bubbled out of her mouths as the rod there finished blowing it's load down her throat and pulled back to make room for the next one. Only the next guy couldn't seem to get his dick in her mouth because she kept shouting "Fuck me man! Blow your load in me UNGH! you're so big! Motherfuckers I want ALL your cum oh YEAH give it to me fuck me FUCK ME!" as she came. The guy came shortly after and blew her cunt so full of semen that it leaked slowly out until the next guy plugged up her pussy with his cock.

Finally, my turn came and putting my drink down (I'd grabbed a new one) on the table beside the mattress she was kneeling on I knelt behind her and plunged my now rock hard cock in her thoroughly spermed twat. I saw her grab my beer and start chugging it down and the sight of that and her tits swinging from the pounding I was giving her was the most fucking fantastic sight I'd ever seen. I grabbed her breasts as I lunged into her and quickly blew another load in her sopping box.

Pulling out with a wet "Plop!" I stood up for the next guy just as she said "Shit guy! I fuckin' felt you spurt!" and the guys whooped it up as they saw the prodigious quantities of cum oozing from her (I've always had rather large loads, a few ounces at least). 

Wiping my cock with a kleenex I wandered back to the end of what was becoming a much longer lineup. By the time I got to the front again I was as rock hard as before and prepared to ride it out longer. By now fresh semen lay atop crusty semen all along her back and her hole was oozing so much cum it was almost a continuous flow.

Looking over her shoulder she recognized me and said "Hey! Jizzman's back! You got me another beer buddy?" I handed it over and again inserted my dick in her cunt. Thrusting slowly in and out I again watched appreciatively as her tits rocked back and forth. Then I reached down and started rubbing her asshole, putting pressure on it with the cum on her ass as lubricant. She gasped as I slid my thumb in, then a finger, then two fingers until I felt she was ready for me. 

"You want my dick in your ass?" I asked. 

"Fuck yeah! Pound it asshole!" she blurted out.

Pulling out of her hole let out a new waterfall of cum that dripped in a puddle on the mattress. I placed my head at her backdoor and gently worked it past her sphincter. Carefully thrusting the remainder in I held it there for a moment before pulling back and pushing it back in. My resistance began to crumble at the hot, tight furnace that was her ass. Thrusting in and out a few more times I reached down and started to diddle her clit. Almost simultaneously our orgasms ripped through our bodies as I flooded her with jizz and she screamed profanities. 

Again I pulled out and got a cheer for the volume of cum that started to ooze from her ass. Again someone stepped up behind her and knelt down, and again I walked to the end of the line. 

I fucked her twice more, once in the ass and once just in her pussy, coming twice more and making her come again while assfucking her. After that though I was spent, but so were most of the other guys. Soon the party wound down and people started leaving. Wandering back to the room I found her still lying in a puddle of cum on the mattress, evidently passed out. Remarkably, my member awoke and started coming to life again. So, stripping off my pants again I rolled her over and lay down in front of her cum encrusted pussy. Licking her pussy brought a shudder too her, and a new gush of of juices. 

Eating her was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. Here I was tongue fucking a girl while jizz ran down my lips and chin from the dozens of guys, including me who'd been banging her earlier. But disgusting as it might sound the whole situation had my dick raging and soon I knelt in front of her and again started fucking her well stretched hole. She was still passed out but she began to twitch and respond to my presence inside her. Soon she woke up and making eye contact with me she said simply "You eat a mean pussy asshole," while I continued to fuck her. 

Bending over her we fucked missionary style for a while, kissing sloppily. Then, pulling out I helped her to her feet and, lifting her leg buried myself to the hilt inside her in one motion. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I lifted her other leg which she locked behind my hips. I managed to get her back against a wall before falling and start banging away like mad. She was raking her nails down my back when I accidentally drew too far out and slammed my cock not into her pussy but her ass. And that was too much for me I shot whatever pitiful remnants of cum my balls held into her bowels as she screamed with orgasm and tried to crush me with her legs. 

Panting with exhaustion we met each other's eyes and she said "Man! You ain't big but that was fuckin' awesome!" Extricating herself from my grasp then she stepped down and started looking for her clothes, which had of course taken new lives as trophies for the participants of the evening's festivities and were thus nowhere to be found. 

So I took her to her house and we fucked some more. Before I knew it we were going out, which wasn't to say we weren't going to parties together. Only now while fucking my friends she decided to introduce me to hers. But that's another story.



Party Girl



(c) 2004, Delia Green. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is strictly coincidental. No part of this work may be reproduced or distributed, in print or electronically, without prior written permission of the author, who reminds everyone to practice safe sex and not try to emulate the activities of characters in stories who do not. 

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[Dear Reader: This story is about a wife; but you can relax, it's probably not about your wife. I'm calling her Angie, although that's not her real name. All the other names are made up too. The woman in this story lives on the East Coast and is flying to California for the weekend. She told her husband that she's visiting a girl friend because that's what she wants him to believe, but he knows it's not true.]

PART ONE:

In my ticket envelope was a letter from Charles. I must have read it a dozen times on the flight to San Diego. Without the letter, I was just another tourist or a businesswoman on her way to an important meeting; with it I was neither. The letter painted me in a whole different light. It could have been Exhibit "A" in the case of Fidelity vs. Angie Crawford, but I had postponed that hearing indefinitely. Now the letter was nothing more than a piece of paper with handwritten words on it that made me squirm in my seat every time I read it.

Dear Angie,

I am so delighted that you have accepted my invitation to attend my party. The party is to commemorate a major milestone in my firm's history, an exciting time in and of itself. Your presence, however, will make this one of the most memorable times of my life.

I regret that I cannot greet you at the airport (scheduling conflicts). 

I have reserved a room for you, in my name, at the Four Seasons. The hotel is about a one-half hour drive from the San Diego International Airport. A company car will be waiting for you at the airport. 

I will contact you after you have settled in. I am looking forward to spending time with you.

Your good friend,

Charles

PS. Feel free to travel light, Angie. You'll find several changes of clothing in your room.

A well-groomed man in black, holding up a sign reading "Angie," greeted me at the airport. He escorted me to a Lincoln town car, and true to Charles' word, thirty minutes later I arrived in Carlsbad, more specifically, at a five star hotel called the Four Seasons Oceano.

I was half-expecting to find Charles waiting for me when I opened the door to my hotel room. My heart was pounding. 

I had been traveling for hours and had done a lot of thinking during that time about my outrageous willingness—make that eagerness—to fly across the country to be the guest of a man I knew very little about, other than the fact that he was great fun--in and out of bed. Then, of course, there was the devious subterfuge I used with my husband to permit me to get away in the first place. I wish I could have just told him: honey, I love you, but this trip—even though it is all about having sex with another man—in no way diminishes my love for you. The trip is only about sex, nothing more. Of course, Kevin would never have been able to understand that. He's been so agonizingly faithful to me. Oh, well.

I opened the door and looked around for Charles. The room that he had reserved for me at the Four Seasons came with a beautiful little balcony that looked out over a picturesque, blue lagoon. Did I say room? It was more like a small apartment. There was a kitchen area—complete with a well-stocked liquor cabinet, a sitting "room" with a sofa and arm chair, an oversized bathroom with a separate vanity, and a raised bedroom area with a dresser, a big, beautiful, mahogany armoire, and a gigantic four-poster bed. Original oil paintings of desert scenes were everywhere. Charles, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. 

I ended my tour of the room with a visit to the sleeping area where I collapsed backwards onto the oversized bed, only to discover an envelope--addressed to me, lying right there in the center of the bed. Anxiously, I sat up, and ripped open the envelope.

Angie,

Welcome. I hope your air travel was pleasant and that my driver, Richard, made the car ride pleasant for you.

In the bathroom, you'll find a selection of aromatic herbal bath oils. Choose one you like and soak in it. It'll help you relax after your long trip out here. Also, please feel free to order room service for anything you want. 

I'd love to meet you for a drink—and dinner if you're still hungry. I'll be in the Lobby Lounge as close to 7:00 as possible.

In the armoire, you'll find, among other things, a white silk dress, which, I think, would be perfect for a cocktail (or two). There are shoes in the closet that go well with that dress; and in the dresser, you'll find all sorts of lingerie options. My choice, in case you're curious, would be the lace thong and matching bra. You'll find some white thigh-high stockings in the bottom drawer with the other stockings. Of course, sweetheart, whatever you decide to wear is fine with me. You'd look great in anything.

You're going to be the hit of the party. I just know it. How excited I am that you are here!

Charles

I took a deep breath and dropped back down onto the bed. It was good to hear from him, even if only through a letter. So, he's excited too? I was happy.

I took his suggestion and took a long, leisurely bath, pampering my skin with cocoanut-aloe bath oil. Afterwards, I perused the cupboards and drawers, marveling at all the fine clothes Charles had provided. One large drawer contained nothing but lingerie. At home, I rifle through my undies drawers as casually as I would, say, the kitchen tableware drawer, simply selecting whatever seems appropriate at the time, but there in that plush hotel, a couple thousand miles from home, I was almost trembling as I picked up each delicate, intimate undergarment and examined it, knowing full well that Charles had not only personally selected each one, but had also physically placed each of them there-- for me.

The all-white outfit that Charles had suggested fit perfectly—including the thong and the little bra. Kevin would have loved the way I looked in the dress. It was conservative and yet still flattering to my figure--not tight, but close-fitting enough to show that I take good care of myself.

Refreshed, I paid a visit to the Lobby Lounge, but there was no sign of Charles. It was barely seven, and, remembering his words, "as close to seven as possible," I found a table with a nice view of the ocean. A waiter stopped by to ask if he could get me something. I told him I was waiting for someone. That's when Charles' driver appeared.

"Good evening, Ma'am, Charles is running late and he asked me to keep you company until he arrived--that is, unless you'd rather be by yourself."

"Richard, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I'm Angie; not Ma'am," I corrected him with a smile.

He smiled back, apologetically.

"I'd love to have someone to talk to while I'm waiting. Please sit down."

Richard took a seat opposite me and passed me the drink menu. I declined, but he selected a bottle of wine and ordered two glasses. "In case you change your mind," he said.

Of course I sampled the wine when it arrived. It was exceptionally smooth. It must have cost a small fortune. I asked Richard all kinds of questions about Charles and his company, and the company party. I learned that Charles owned controlling interest in the company, which sort of surprised me, but I was more surprised to learn that Charles was married.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I thought you knew that," he said.

"It's not a problem. I'm married too," I told him, realizing immediately, that this was more information than he needed. 

I also learned that the company party was scheduled to begin Saturday evening at 7:00 right there at the hotel.

"The company has reserved a block of guest rooms, and two large conference rooms. We are expecting about 200 people altogether," Richard told me, then suddenly produced a pager from his jacket.

"It's Charles. He's here."

I looked around as Richard quickly got to his feet and began excusing himself.

"It's been a pleasure talking with you, Angie. Perhaps I'll see you at the party."

"Yes. Perhaps," I said. 

Footsteps behind me caused me to turn around in my chair. 

"Charles!"

"Angie!"

Eagerly, I got to my feet. We greeted each other with a hug and a publicly acceptable smooch on the lips.

Charles was dressed in a bold floral-patterned silk shirt and cream-colored linen, pleated trousers—an elegant gold chain around his neck.

"It's so good to see you, Angie. I am so glad you could get away for the weekend."

"Me too," I replied, studying his eyes.

"The dress looks great on you, by the way. Do you like it?"

I nodded. "You have good taste." 

"Thank you. So do you," he beamed, holding me at arms' length and leaning back to admire all of me. "So, are you hungry?" he asked.

I told him I wasn't, which was true. I was excited and a little buzzed from all the wine I had "sampled" while waiting for him. Food was the last thing on my mind.

"Do you like your room?"

"It's so big! Yes. I like it very much."

"Are you sure you don't want something to eat?"

"I'm sure. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm very hungry," he told me--a twinkle in his eye. "For you."

"You once invited me up to your hotel room. How about if I return the favor?"

"I'd be honored," he said.

My room was only a few minutes away from the lounge. Charles and I walked slowly with our arms around each other like lovers. In heels, I was as tall as him. He smelled of cigar smoke and cologne and like my first marital indiscretion, which, of course, he was. Funny how we attach smells to everything. 

A couple of hotel guests seemed to take an interest in us—-I guess our age difference may have gotten their attention. Many people say I look like I'm still in my twenties, and Charles, although distinguished looking with his thinning hair and graying temples, looks very much like the 53-year-old man he is.

Once inside my room, we greeted each other with an entirely different kind of kiss. Charles' mouth molded with mine; our tongues said hello and exchanged their own, more intimate, greeting. From behind me, I felt his hands grab the bottom of my dress and bunch it up—all the way up to my ass, until both his large warm hands were on the cool soft skin of my cheeks, left bare by my thong panties.

"Oh, Angie," he whispered, as he squeezed my bottom. "My sweet, sweet, Angie!"

I undid the top button of his shirt, and reached my hand in to cop a feel of his hairy chest.

He smiled and let me undo another button before telling me he'd love to see how I looked with my dress off.

"Still the dirty ol' man, huh?" I said, grinning with excitement. "I'm glad." His eyes told me how glad he was to see me. 

Moments later, I stood before him, nearly naked, my tanned parts looking even tanner next to the snow white lingerie that barely concealed my most intimate anatomy. Charles, clearly delighted with his choice of undergarments and how they looked on me, took my hand and walked me out to the balcony. Privacy walls on either side of the balcony were a welcomed sight; I allowed myself to relax, half naked or not. The night was warm and balmy. Charles kept his arm around me as we stood and chatted about airplanes and airports, California weather, and each other, enjoying the night air and the view of the lagoon. Neither of us mentioned a word about spouses.

"Angie, you have no idea how many nights I have dreamed of this moment … of being alone with you … again."

"Did you think I'd come--all this way?" I asked him.

"I wasn't sure. I dreamed you would. I dreamed all kinds of things about us."

We sat down on the small balcony bench. Our lips met again—this time with such intensity that we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I loosened Charles' belt and then reached my hand down inside the waistband of his trousers to find his cock. It was not as big as I remembered, but it was still growing.

He slid my bra straps off my shoulders and bared my breasts, one at a time. My nipples showed their appreciation for the exposure by doing their little sticking-out number. They have a mind of their own it seems, always looking for more attention. Charles responded appropriately, pinching them between his thumb and forefingers, patiently giving each the attention they sought. 

I continued fondling his thickening cock, eager to feel his mouth on my breasts. Eager to feel his lips all over me.

"Oh, Angie," he moaned, lowering his face to my tits. I could feel his cock grow longer inside his boxers.

His hungry lips captured one of my nipples and held it prisoner, torturing it by pulling on it and sucking on it.

I reached deeper into his boxers and found his balls—and played with them.

His lips relaxed around the captured nipple, freeing it, only to seek another prisoner. 

One of his hands was at my waist, holding me. I took it in mine and pulled it to my belly and then guided it downward. Down to my panties. 

We kissed again, fondling each other deliciously.

Within minutes we were back inside—me, minus my bra and panties; Charles, minus his shirt.

Charles sat on the edge of my bed and I got down on the floor, where I took off his shoes and socks and then helped him with his trousers and shorts.

Kneeling between his legs, I admired the size of his dick. It was fat and long—the best of both worlds. I let the weight of it rest on the palm of my small hand, like I was weighing a beautiful squash at the supermarket or something. No, not a squash. What I was holding could only be found in the meat section. This was pure, red-blooded, prime cut!

I kissed it. And then I looked up to see his reaction. His face was lit up like a little kid. I kept my eyes on his and tasted him with my tongue. 

"Come. Get in bed with me," he said, putting his hand on my arm, urging me to stand up.

I climbed onto the bed with him and we were soon rolling around, hugging and kissing, enjoying the intimacy of each other's nakedness. True, I wasn't totally naked; I still had on my stockings and heels, but the important parts---my tits and my pussy—were completely bare for Charles to rub up against, to fondle, and to kiss.

Now, I love oral sex. Can't get enough of it really. But right then, I was ready for more. Expecting more. But it was not to be. There was no intercourse between me and Charles that night. No penetration. Unless you count Charles' tongue. He got me off with his mouth and tongue—and teeth—and now that I think about it, maybe he did slip a finger or two into me. I don't remember. I was eaten so thoroughly I can't be sure of all the details.

I tried to eat him too, but he wouldn't let me. He let me lick his balls and his cock, and even suck on him a little bit, but just as he started getting really, really big—like the Charles I remembered—he pulled away.

"Angie, I want to save this for the party, if that's OK with you."

It was kind of a letdown. I was soaring at the time, all sweaty and wet and hell-bent on pleasing him, the way he had pleased me. But I understood. At his age, he probably had doubts about getting it up two nights in a row. I would wait for Saturday night. I fell asleep in his arms, only to be awakened later as he climbed out of bed and began putting his clothes on.

"I'm sorry, honey. I have to go," he said. "Tomorrow will be different. We'll spend the night together, OK?"

I watched him get dressed and wondered if his wife would recognize the scent of another woman.

PART TWO

It was a little disappointing to wake up in bed Saturday morning alone—no Charles, no Kevin-- and even more disappointing to listen to the voice message on the phone. 

Charles would be tied up all day. He couldn't see me until party-time: 

"In the meantime, Love, I have reserved you a one-hour appointment at the hotel spa. You'll love it. Also, there's a group of people from the company getting together for a visit to the San Diego zoo. You're welcome to join them. Richard has offered to be your escort; he'll call you around noon to see if you are interested. By the way, it's one of the best zoos in the world. If you like animals, you should check it out. 

Again, I'm sorry I couldn't spend more time with you today, but tonight we'll have the time of our lives. Just you and me!"

I got over my disappointment as the day unfolded. The massage at the spa was to die for and the facial left me feeling rejuvenated. I was a little skeptical about the zoo trip, however; but when I heard Richard's description of the place, including lunch in a "tree-house" restaurant, I gave in. It turned out to be a lot of fun.

Of course, the highlight of my weekend was the party that night.

I tried on several outfits before settling on a gown that bore a Frederick's of Hollywood tag. It was black, satin, slinky, low-cut (front and back), and was slit high up one leg. Under it, I went with black stretch lace boy shorts and an underwire bra also made of black stretch lace. Underwire bras aren't my thing generally, but it was the only bra in the drawer that matched the panties. Also, given how low the front of my dress came, this bra was perfect. It was skimpy enough to stay out of sight, and yet thin enough not to show under my dress. I really am partial to the natural look, including a hint of nipple poking through, if the occasion warrants.

I completed my party outfit with naughty black stockings and garter belt, silver high-heeled sandals that laced high up my ankles, and a pair of silver earrings that I brought with me. I had to admit the look was a wee bit on the trashy side, but these were clothes that Charles had picked out, so why not give him what he wanted? After all, he was the reason I was there. 

Charles showed up at my room at a quarter to seven and gave me an approving wolf whistle. I put my arms around him and greeted him with a long wet kiss. He slid his hands down my back, all the way down to my ass.

"Hmmmm," I cooed. "I'm glad you're still interested."

"I could never get enough of you, Angie," he said. "But right now we have a party to get to." 

Charles had warned me not to eat anything right before the party, and I'm glad he did. The food was excellent and there was plenty of it. Every corner of the main ballroom, featured men in chefs' hats and jackets doing everything from carving ducks to frying crepes. 

A magician in the center of the room wowed everyone who crowded around with some unbelievable sleight-of-hand.

Charles was in the spotlight early in the evening. He was up on the stage at one end of the hall and gave a peppy little speech about the good fortune and hard work that had made the company the success that it was. 

Right after that, the house lights dimmed way down and a five-piece band sprinted onto the stage and tore into what I would call jazzy cowboy swing--really a fun sound, and easy to dance to. Couples started gathering in the center of the room. I looked around for Charles, but I didn't see him. A man close to my age who I think was up on the stage with Charles introduced himself and asked me to dance.

"Angie, I'm Peter McCann. I work with Charles."

I searched the room for my date, without luck. The room was now so dark it was hard to see anyone. The only place you could distinguish people was the food area and the stage. The center of the hall, where everyone was dancing, was not lit at all.




Party Girl



I told Peter I would dance with him until Charles showed up. As it turned out, he was quite a dancer, even when the tempo slowed way down, his footwork and body moves were right on the money, smooth and confident. And dancing close to me, with his arm around me, he was a perfect gentleman. Not once did I get the impression that he was trying to see down my dress or feel me up, the way a lot of men do on the dance floor. Of course, I reminded myself that I was at a corporate function, not home at some sleazy pick-up club.

Charles finally made an appearance, explaining that there was some business he had to deal with. Peter started to make his exit, but Charles intervened. 

"Is he a good dancer, Angie?"

I grinned and gave Peter high marks.

"In that case, why don't you two go right on enjoying yourselves while I round up some drinks for the three of us?"

For about an hour, Charles kept me nicely lubricated with an assortment of mixed drinks with names I've never heard of, and introduced me to a number of his colleagues—all male except for one who I at first thought was a man, dressed as she was in a tailored business suit, white shirt and tie—like most of the men at the party. I was glad she didn't ask me to dance with her; I wouldn't have been comfortable slow dancing with a woman.

My favorite dance partner was Peter, and he seemed to enjoy dancing with me too. Several times he would tap the shoulder of whichever friend of Charles' I was dancing with at the time and ask to cut in. Only once did he show any sign of being interested in more than just my dancing. It was during a very slow song, and we were moving as though we had been dancing together for years. We were dancing very close, and I felt him get hard. He instinctively pulled back, embarrassed. I wanted to tell him that it was all right, that it didn't bother me, but I kept quiet. I was at the party to be a bad girl with just one man, and I really didn't want Peter to get the wrong impression.

PART THREE

I hadn't smoked marijuana since college. Kevin isn't interested and neither are most of our friends. Anyway, when the band went on their next break, Richard came up to me and asked me if I'd like some grass, motioning toward the nearest exit. A little giddy from all the liquor, I followed him outside. This was a party, after all. Why shouldn't I have a good time? We walked across a finely manicured lawn to a spot near the hotel golf course where we proceeded to get stoned.

Richard held my hand as we walked back to the party. I asked him if he thought Charles would be upset with him if he saw us holding hands.

"No, Charles is all right. And besides, I'm just holding your hand. It's not like we're fucking or anything," he answered. 

I laughed but didn't say anything the rest of the way. I was too busy trying to imagine what it might be like to be fucked by the man holding my hand. 

The band sounded different. Was it the marijuana or was it a different band? I didn't know. Couldn't tell. I only knew that I wanted to dance and that there was no reason to wait for an invitation from anyone. I joined a small group of women dancing by themselves, and, with my eyes closed, began moving with the music.

I inhaled the new sound. It was slower, more sensuous than the earlier music. It sounded like a wood flute carrying the melody, but it could easily have been a keyboard. Whatever it was, it penetrated me. I remember identifying the sound with nature and with animals. Maybe because of the impact the zoo had on me earlier in the day, I don't know, but I could see and hear specific animals. I became them as I danced—sometimes I was a slithering snake. Sometimes, a high-stepping circus pony in slow motion.

I woke from my stupor when I felt someone touch me—on the ass. I spun around. It was Charles. All teeth and happiness.

"God, you look hot when you dance, Angie!"

I reached for him to draw him into dancing with me, even though I knew he felt self-conscious about dancing. He put his arms around me and pretended to dance in place, swaying ever so slightly from side to side. I welcomed his body next to mine by pushing my tits into him and holding him close. He kissed my ear and then whispered in it.

"I want you, Angie. Let's go back to your room."

There wasn't much I wouldn't have agreed to right then. I was on top of the world. So, hand in hand, we slipped through the thinning crowd and went back to my room.

PART FOUR

Charles fixed us both something to drink and then, using the cable system's remote control, located a channel that played soft background music. "Let's get comfortable," he suggested, removing his jacket and loosening his tie.

I took a sip of my drink and then slipped out of my dress.

"Oh, Ba-by!" he growled. "You are so fuckin' hot!"

"Fuckin' hot, huh? Does that mean I'm gonna get fucked?" I said, fixing my eyes on his to let him know that I wanted him—bad. 

"I've been saving myself for you," he said.

"I know," I said and walked up to him, doing my best Victoria's Secret imitation in my silver high-heeled sandals and sexy underwear. I began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Angie, I want to do something really special for you tonight. Something you'll never forget."

"I'm listening," I said, as I tugged his shirt free from the waistband of his pants.

"Do you trust me, Sweetheart?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't be here if I didn't," I said, helping him pull his arms out of the sleeves of his shirt.

"Good. I'd like you to turn around," he said, laying his shirt over the dresser.

I love surprises, but I couldn't imagine what Charles was up to. That is, until I felt him reach around me and carefully place a folded scarf over my eyes.

"Oh, this could be fun," I giggled. Kevin and I had done a lot of different things, but a blindfold was not one of them. I stood still, smiling to myself as Charles tied the scarf tightly behind my head. He had done the job well. I couldn't see a thing.

"Are you going to finish undressing?" I asked him.

"Of course. But not right this second," he told me, taking my hand. "No peeking."

"OK, but what are you doing?" I asked, when I heard him unlatch the lock on the door.

"You trust me, right?" he asked again, pulling on my arm.

"Where are we going? I can't go anywhere looking like this!"

"We're just going to my room. It's only a few doors down the hall, honey."

"Down the hall! But what if someone sees me … like this?"

"No one's going to see you, Baby. Besides, if they do they're just going to be jealous," he laughed, steering me out the door.

I gritted my teeth and let Charles lead me down the hall. It was a short trip. His room was very close to mine. Thank God. I heard him use his plastic "key" card and open the door.

"Ohh, this feels so weird," I said in a hushed voice.

"Enter," he said, still leading me by the hand.

I entered Charles' room eagerly, relieved that I had gone unnoticed during my brief journey through the hallway in my high heels and underwear.

"This way, Sweetheart," he said, leading me to his bed. "Lie down and make yourself comfortable."

"Can you see anything, honey?" he asked me again once I had settled down on the bed, my head resting on a pillow.

"I can't even tell if you have the lights on," I said nervously.

"Good, but you can feel, right?" And to illustrate the question, he put his hand on my breast and softly squeezed it.

"Hmmm. Oh, yeah. I can feel that!"

He slid his hand over to my other breast, and then down my belly, down to my leg. I shuddered at the thought of where he might touch me next. But his hand kept moving downward, down my thigh, past my knee, and on down to my ankle. Then I felt him undoing the straps of my sandals. One by one he removed my shoes. And then his hand traveled back up my leg, to the top of my stockings. I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused, as he unhooked my stockings from my garter belt. Next, I felt my stockings being pulled off. I lifted my legs to assist him. When they were gone, I felt his hands at my waist, loosening and removing my garter belt. 

What happened next took me completely by surprise. I had said that I trusted him, so when Charles took my hand in his and began wrapping one of the stockings around my wrist I made no objection. Even when he secured the knotted stocking to one of the bedposts, I just laid there surprised and amused. It was when he began doing the same thing to my other wrist that I spoke up.

"Charles. I'm not so sure about this."

"Sweetheart, you said you trust me. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe."


"I know. It's just that I'm not sure I want to—"

"That's not too tight, is it?


"No. I guess not." I pulled on my "bonds" to test them. I was sure if I pulled real hard they would come loose, but the first test was inconclusive: the stockings stretched, but not that much; so I pulled harder. This time they didn't give at all. Charles had tied me more securely than I thought. CHRIST! He had a right to ask me about this! I think I would have said yes, but it would have been nice to have talked about it, been reassured. Had he planned this all along, or was this some spontaneous whim of his, something he just dreamed up? 

He was still standing near the head of the bed, no doubt watching me pull and tug. Apparently satisfied with his handiwork, he walked away, trailing his hand down the length of my body as he went. I thought I could hear him breathing and wondered how turned on he was, seeing me there, tied down on his bed, wearing nothing but those tight little boy pants and a matching lace bra. My own excitement was mixed with another emotion—fear. 

Suddenly I heard music. From the cable system, I figured. This time, however, Charles had found a different channel; this was rock music—electric guitar, drums, the works. Music with a beat. Music I would no doubt be dancing to, if I were standing up. 

And then he was back and leaning over me. "Angie, you look so beautiful. May I kiss you?" he asked me. 

I chuckled, nervously. "I don't think there's much I could do to stop you, if I wanted to."

"Oh, I wouldn't kiss you if you didn't want me to. Do you want me to kiss you, Sweetheart?"

"Yes. Yes. I want you to," I pleaded, softly.

Charles' lips tasted a bit like cigar, but the longer he kissed me, the less I cared what they tasted like. I was getting hotter and hotter lying there, nearly naked, bound to the bedposts while a man who I couldn't see--a man who was not my husband—kissed my open mouth. I wanted the contact. I wanted him on the bed with me. The closer the better. I reached for his mouth with my tongue. He gave me his in return, and for a few minutes I pretended my mouth was my pussy, enjoying the way Charles' enormously long tongue explored its walls and probed its depths.

Then I felt his hands on my breasts and he stopped kissing me. He was pealing the lacy cups of my bra down and away from each breast, exposing them completely. I could feel his breath on me; his lips had to be very close to my tits. Was he looking at my nipples? Were they erect? Touch them for God's sake! I wanted to feel his touch. I needed it. 

Either God heard my prayer or the sight of my squirming naked body was too much for Charles to resist. Whatever it was, he began kissing my breasts. I shivered when his tongue lapped at one of my nipples. I felt him take it between his lips and gave it a long, pulling suck. I was breathing hard. I was wet.

He gave both my nipples equal time, touching them both with his tongue and his fingers. Sucking one and twisting the other. Pinching them. Biting them. Sucking them again. And again.

I moaned to encourage him to continue, I was so excited. But he abandoned my breasts and kissed and petted his way down to my panties. I was conscious of my squirming now. I couldn't lie still. He ran his hand over the crotch of my panties and rubbed my pussy through the little lace curtain. And then his hand was inside my panties, his fingertips reaching for my wet sex. I wanted him to end the teasing but he seemed to be on no hurry. He took his time removing my panties, working them slowly down my legs until they were off me. Finally, he had prepared me for the taking. I was shamelessly naked; my legs parted. Everything on display.

Even the lead guitarist got turned on by the sight of the naked woman tied to the bed in that California hotel. He suddenly broke into a frenzied solo riff--bluesy and loud. The drummer, the whole band, sounded energized—or had Charles merely used the remote to turn up the sound? Was he still on the bed with me? 

"Charles?" I needed to hear his voice for reassurance.

"Yes, Angie?" I heard his voice coming from the foot of the bed.

I was panting. "I want you, Baby," I said.

"I want you too," he said and then suddenly he was on the bed and his mouth was between my legs and he was licking my pussy. Now there was no pretending. It was the real thing!

"Oh, God!" I moaned. My juices were on his tongue. I wanted to touch him, run my hands through his hair, or just feel his skin, but, of course, the stockings around my wrists made that impossible. I tugged harder. The more he licked me, the harder I pulled. To no avail. I could only move my legs, so I closed my legs enough to feel the sides of his face against my thighs as he pleasured me, working the tip of his tongue back and forth over my clit.

Then, just as quickly as he had put his lips to my cunt, he took them away, pulling himself out of the clasp of my legs. I was tingling all over. Aching to be entered. I needed his tongue, his cock, anything!

"Charles, please fuck me," I begged. "Please!"

He didn't answer. Not with words, that is. Instead, he lifted my hips up with one hand, and slipped a pillow under my ass. I bit my lip, expectantly, opening my legs wider and taking a deep breath. And, before I could even exhale, he was in me. The whole length of his big cock just rammed, deep, in one hard push, all the way inside me. I yelped. It was so sudden. So unlike him. But it felt great, being stuffed with his oversized penis, so hard like that. So deep. I raised my ass up as much as I could to fuck him back, and soon we were fucking each other, humping and thrusting. 

As a blind person—temporarily, anyway—my ears were my windows of perception and I tuned in to every sound, large or small: the pulsing beat of the electric bass guitar constantly in the background, the heavy breathing of the man on top of me, the wet squishy friction of two people's genitalia sliding against each other, the faint creak of the bed posts as I struggled to free my self from their grasp, and the soft rhythmic moaning of the bedsprings beneath us as we fucked.

In my grass-and-alcohol-induced dream-state, Charles' cock was bigger and harder than I had ever experienced. How could my pussy find room for so much cock? How could he get such a big thing in me in the first place? Every time I lifted my ass to meet him, he would withdraw most of his cock and it seemed like I was suspended in midair for the longest time before he'd reverse direction and fill me up again, slamming my ass back onto the sheets. 

"Ohhhh, God!" I cried out. His mouth was back on my tits, sucking me as we fucked. It was incredible. But even more incredible was the fact that after he came he pulled out of me, only to stick his cock back in me a minute later. He was right: he had been saving himself for me. Or maybe it was a combination of abstinence and Viagra; I don't know. I only know that it was mind-blowing hot! He must have fucked me three or four times that night and each time it seemed like he was more and more turned on. My legs, unlike my arms, were free, so each time he entered me, I wrapped them around him and held him in me as long as I could, hoping to keep him inside me as long as I could. The pleasure of being connected to his huge cock was something that I didn't want to end.

I remembered how I used to enjoy making love when I was stoned. It all came rushing back to me as I lay there, receiving Charles' hard, demanding cock. I was still flying from the joint that Richard had shared with me that night. I remembered all the men who had ever entered me, from high school "lovers" to Kevin--and beyond. They all fucked me that night. I even imagined I was being taken by men who I've only daydreamed of fucking: 

It was so vivid. When Richard fucked me, I could almost smell the marijuana on his breath. 

And when Peter fucked me, I could feel him moving his hips so fluidly, just the way he did on the dance floor.

Finally, Charles kept his cock inside me after he came. This time he lay there on top of me, catching his breath and gently nursing my tits.

"Ohhh, Baby," I sighed. "You were unbelievable." I kept my legs tight around him and held on to him until he finally removed the blindfold and untied me.

I fell asleep in his arms that night and woke up the same way Sunday morning.

I showered there in Charles' room--at his request. I even left the bathroom door open, thinking he might be interested in visiting while I rinsed off—even if just to look. I really wasn't expecting any morning fireworks from him, not after Saturday night.

We had a pleasant room service breakfast together and then Charles made arrangements for Richard to drive me to the airport. That gave me enough time to get back to my room and figure out what, if anything, I wanted to take home with me. There were some gowns that I left for the cleaning crew to gawk over—one of them more scandalous than the one I wore to the party. I took several pieces of lingerie with me--ones I thought Kevin might like to see me in. 

Richard was good company, as he had been the whole weekend, even to the point of offering me a joint to take home. But I didn't feel comfortable traveling with it, so I turned it down.

At the airport, I reached out to shake his hand, but stepping out of character for a second, he gave me a big hug instead.

"I hope you come back next year. It's been a pleasure serving you," he told me.

The flight home was pleasant enough. No rough weather. No obnoxious characters seated next to me, or near me. So, I had plenty of time to think about the events of the weekend: all the people I had met, the great food, the trip to the zoo, the dancing, getting high, getting blindfolded, getting tied down, getting fucked-- Ahhh, yes! Getting fucked. That was why I made the trip in the first place, wasn't it —to fuck and get fucked? Seems like a long way to go just for sex. I must have been crazy. 

God, I hope Kevin still thinks I was at a friend's wedding in Vegas.



Party Girl



I was at university in my first term. So many good things happen at university. With all that freedom, that's where I was the most experimental. I'd met a guy at freshers week who I'd started seeing. We'd got quite close even in a few weeks and I'd started sleeping with him. I was still pretty naive - he was far more experienced than me and taught me lots especially about sex. He was living in digs with a load of other people and one night they had a big party at the end of the term before Christmas. We went along and were having a great time. But I noticed that there was another girl who was showing a lot of interest in him. I naturally got a little jealous and started arguing with her - I'd had a bit to drink! I remember shouting at her to leave him alone. She just laughed at me and told me that she was his girl friend. I grabbed Marcus and he admitted that he was seeing us both. He confessed that they had split up when he started with me but in the past week or so they had got back together. I was so embarrassed. I was drunk, I had made a scene in front of everyone. I was upset and I just burst out crying. I was crying my eyes out, sobbing quite uncontrollably. 

I was rescued by a fresh faced young girl, about my own age, who took me to her bedroom and was really nice to me. I didn't know her. She sat me down and put her arm around me. It took about 10 minutes before I calmed down, and I stopped crying eventually. She went downstairs, returning later with a large mug of sweet coffee. She put her arms around me as I drank. I looked at her face. She was a gorgeous girl, a lovely light brown skin wonderful dark black hair shoulder length, about 5ft 6, slim with the most wonderful smile. She spoke to me for the first time. 

"Are you OK now? I'm Sarah." 

She wiped away a tear as I sniffled. She smiled at me and I managed to squeak out a tiny 

"Thanks...sniff sniff. I'm Jacqui." 

We both smiled. Awkward smiles. I said I was OK and slowly recounted what had happened. She knew Marcus – he lived in another room. She thought that he had had a lot of girlfriends, sowing wild oats she said. I got the distinct impression that she might have, at one stage been one of them, but I didn't press her on it. 

After chatting about what bastards men were (she agreed with me on that) I felt a lot better, especially after another coffee. I said I had better go, and stood up. Too fast, I started across the room, and felt giddy. I stumbled out across her small bedroom, hitting my breast hard on a small wooden wardrobe. I felt light headed and she helped me back to her single bed. 

"I think you'd better stay the night!" she laughed as I held my head in my hands. I looked around the room. I was sitting on the only single bed. 

"I know" she said "It might be a squeeze, but my boyfriend and me share it and he's bigger than you." She smiled at me and put out her hand to gently caress my breast. 

"Did you hurt yourself?" She asked, so quietly. I looked directly at her – our eyes were fixed on one another. After a moment, she rose and offered to fetch me a glass of water while I got into bed. I thought about leaving, but decided that I would be better off here. I went to the bathroom, and made myself look slightly more human. I returned to the bedroom quickly – the party was still in full swing. I took off short black party dress, and I kicked off my shoes. My black lacy bra and matching knickers looked ridiculous. I got into bed, and waited for about half hour. I was slipping off to sleep when Sarah returned with my water. She too then went to the bathroom. When she came back, she took off her blouse - a lovely lemon cotton one, and then her bra. She had nice breasts I saw, but smaller than mine. Her skirt was unzipped and she pulled it down her legs. Instead of getting into bed she stretched her arms and back. I got the impression her performance (for that was assuredly what it was) was all for me. She finished turned to me and slipped off her white panties showing me her lightly trimmed pubic hair. Her olive skin looked fantastic. I suddenly woke up to the possibility of sex. My heart started jumping. I really didn't know what to think.

She turned off the light and slipped in beside me. Not, as I expected head to toe, but beside me. I felt her skin against mine. She closed on me - I could feel her breathe on my neck and she put her arm around my shoulders. I was on my side with my back to her. I could feel the warm skin of her breasts against my back. She put her arm around my neck and pulled me facing her. We looked into each others eyes. Our faces were so close. I started to cry very gently and she kissed my tears away and asked me if I were ok. 

In truth I was very very confused. Scared as well but more than a little excited too. I nodded that I was Ok and she asked if I minded being in bed with her. Again I shook my head and I smiled. I could feel her body against mine. After what seemed like an age of just looking, we kissed. Just a peck of the lips to start with. I said "thank you for looking after me." We kissed again. A little longer this time. I felt her hands start caressing my belly and side. Then we kissed again - longer - and the tips of our tongues touched.

I was starting to feel very hot - and I could feel myself getting moist between my legs. We kissed again - this time more passionate -tongues exploring each others mouths. Suddenly, she pulled away and started to kiss my ears (mmmmmm) and neck. Nice and slow. Her hand was rolling around on my belly - feeling, exploring my body. She started to kiss my breasts that were visible above my bra. She asked me if she could take my bra off. I raised myself and she unhooked me, freeing my breasts. After looking at them with hunger in her eyes she started licking, sucking and flicking my very erect nipples. God, was I aroused. I was in a sort of dream world. I felt every touch of hers like an electric shock. When she took my nipple and sucked it deep into her mouth I almost had a little orgasm. 

He hand had been exploring lower and lower and suddenly she slipped it inside my lacy panties. As she continued to lick my breasts her finger explored my very wet pussy - my lips, my mons, my ass hole. Then as she slipped two fingers inside me she suddenly rose and went between my legs. I opened them for her and she pulled off my panties and planted a kiss between my legs. I nearly came as she started to finger fuck me while licking at my clit. I was moaning so loudly. She raised her head and I could see, in what little light there was her face wet with my juices. 

"God!" she said, "You are so wet. So delicious."

She went down on me again and continued to finger fuck me, licking and gently biting my clit. It didn't take long for me to cum. I screamed with desire as she gave me wave after wave of pleasure. She slowed down and kept me on the edge until I couldn't stand it anymore. I pulled he up to face me and she lay beside me and we kissed. I licked off the juice from her face. I had tasted that juice so many times off my fingers, but it seemed so much tastier. We just cuddled, we lay and panted till we had both calmed down. We kissed and after a while she started to masturbate. I put my hand down and put mine there instead of hers and I gently rubbed her slit and clit as we kissed. I could tell she was getting close. I wanted to finish her with my tongue but she held me close. She came hard with my fingers deep inside her and I felt the contractions around my fingers - it just felt so good. We cuddled and drifted off into a deep, warm, erotic sleep. 

Morning sex is always good and this was no exception. When we awoke, we kissed and cuddled and she whispered in my ear. 

"You know what you were going to do last night?"

I replied that I did. 

She said "do it to me now!" 

And I did. And she did it back to me. We had a lovely 69 - side by side - very sweet and soft. After we pleasured each other for about an hour we had a shower together. And licked, and licked and licked.



Party Girl



Celina was 19, hot and blonde. She felt she had the world at her feet. That night, she went to the party dressed to get laid. She wore a white bikini style top with a bow in the front and a see through skirt with built in white opaque panties.

It was a frat party and she was there by special invitation. Because she was known far and wide as a major campus slut. The boys called her up onto the stage where she promptly turned around and stuck her tight little ass out, letting the back of her barely there skirt lift right up. She gave a little wiggle and turned her head to smile.

The drunken frat boys hooted and hollered as she put on this display. They were taking bets over which of them would be the first to stick it in her that night. She opened her hand and placed it on her flat tummy and then slid it slowly down the front of her. She let her thumb catch on the top of her panties and let them slide down, stopping just above her mound. With her other hand, she pulled down the side, revealing her entire hip and even the top of her leg.

She teased then for a little longer and then quickly slipped out of all of her clothes, throwing them into the crowd to cheers. "I won't be needing those!" she announced. She presented her backside again and put both hands on her cheeks, spreading her ass wide. "Anybody got something I could plug up this hole with?" she asked to the crowd. They broke out in wild applause.

Then she cupped her size B breasts in her hands and asked, "do you think these are big enough?" to which there was even more applause.

"For my next trip, I'm going to need a volunteer," she announced cheerily. Hands went up all over down below. She picked Aaron, a junior who was rumored to have a big dick. "Let's see what you got," she challenged him. When he dropped his pants, his erect cock sprang out about 10 inches.

Celina dropped to her knees and immediately popped the hard prick into her mouth. "Mmmm," she could be heard above the crowd. She used her hand to pump at Aaron's long hard dick while she rolled her tongue over the swollen head. "I love giving head," she assured her audience and followed that up by using her tongue to swirl around Aaron's throbbing helmet. Then she started sucking and kissing, making all sorts of smacking noises that had fraternity boys all over the room rubbing a hand over suddenly tight denim, and some were already fishing there hard-ons out of there pants to have a direct pass to them.

"Suck mine!" a voice from the back yelled. Others laughed. 

"Get on up here," Celina encouraged. The freshman, Kilmer quickly made his way to the stage. His hard and thick cock quickly popped out of his pants and into Celina's mouth as well. She took turns sucking the two dicks and smacking and murmuring her enjoyment as she went. She mostly focused on Aaron, but paid attention to Kilmer as well. When Aaron was ready to bust, she pumped him hard, pushed him balls deep into her mouth and moaned loudly refusing to give up even when she seemed in danger of gagging. Then she pulled him out, jack hammered him, opened her mouth wide and purred, "feed me that hot cum!" to which he obliged by spewing his sticky hot load directly into her mouth.

"Mmm," she told the crowd, smacking her lips. "I love hot cum in my belly! It makes me so fucking hot. Now, I just want to have my ass fucked by Kilmer here. Are you up for it Kilmer?"

Kilmer, who had only fucked two girls before, and none of them were even close to being as hot as Celina, blushed a bit but covered by announcing loudly, "hell yeah!"

"Lay down Kilmer," Celina commanded and he did. She climbed on top of him, so that the audience could see her ass and spread it wide again. "Kilmer looks pretty big, do you think he can fit in?" she asked the crowd.

"Yeah! Yeah!" the crowd yelled. "Fuck that tight ass. Lord knows that slut's pussy isn't tight anymore!" that last part came from Alex, Celina's ex who was still rather bitter about the break up. Celina just smiled as though it were a compliment.

Celina pushed the head of Kilmer's dick into her tight ass and slowly slid up and down on him. As the friction began to build, he slid deeper and deeper into her opening, spreading her wide with his thick cock. "Oh yeah, Kilmer. Spread that ass wide you fucking stud!" she hollered as he slid her open.

She let him fuck her like this, begging him to pull her hair, giving the audience a show of her stretching and widening anal hole. The crowd chanted while Kilmer moaned in enjoyment. "I wanna bust my nut in you," he finally admitted. "I don't think I can wait."

Celina grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed- hard in just the right spot. It made Kilmer pause-- he couldn't cum even though he was feeling dizzy with the need to. "Not yet," she whispered to him. Then she slid off of him so his cock slipped out of her anus with a pop. Now she turned to face her audience, spreading her legs and giving them a clear view of her shaved pussy as she slid Kilmer's dick back into her rear entrance.

"Fuck that ass daddy," she told Kilmer. She had started rubbing her wet reddening clit with a circular motion. "Shoot your load in my tight ass. Fuck my ass baby. Make me cum! Empty your balls up my hot slutty ass. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Fill me up daddy, fill me up with your hot cream!" She was fingering herself ferociously and her legs were noticeably tense. Finally she let out a wild scream and came with a fierce orgasm that contracted again and again around Kilmer's dick, milking him for ever drop of jizz.

"Oh God, get all that hot spunk up my ass baby. Shoot it in deep. I want every sticky drop."

His thick cock jerked and sent sticky man goo traveling deep into her anal cavity. Her ass hole filled up and then it began leaking out and down her crack and everywhere. When he finished, she tuned to him and licked his shuddering cock clean, seeming to savor every drop.

"Now who's gonna lick me clean?" she wondered out loud. A hot red-head with d-cup sized tits ran up and stripped down to black lace very quickly. Then she eagerly sucked the semen out of Celina's ass and then tongued her all over her anus. Celina howled like a cat in heat. The hot red head was named Randi, and she had agreed the day before to eat Celina's ass out after it had been filled with cum. In exchange, she would fuck Celina later that night with a huge black leather strap-on in the privacy of Randi's room. It wasn't much of a trade though, since Randi loved both fucking girls with strap-ons and sucking the cum out of their asses. Once Randi's lips were wet with cum, Celina turned around, cupped her head and kissed her deeply, tasting both her lovers jizz and her own ass. She sucked on Randi's lips and toyed with her pussy over the lacey undies that Randi wore.

"You all want to see me lick Randi's pussy don't you?" she asked the crowd. Of course they did! They all yelled and clapped and cheered. Celina slipped Randi's panties down to her ankles and spread her pussy lips open. Randi laid back and opened her legs, allowing Celina's tongue to descend on her quivering cunt lips. Celina licked her to shuddering orgasm, again and again and again. Celina gave Randi several orgasms, while the drunken college boys cheered.

Finally, Celina helped Randi to her feet and the two took a bow. "The two of us will be fucking you boys all night. First come first serve of course." Then they climbed down from the stage and started a very long night of fucking and sucking pretty much every cock in the place. 



Party Girl



Wife gets drunk at party and gets a little more than adventurous with her husbands friends

So far John, Carl, Steve, and me have had the pleasure of group fucking my wife Anna after a late night poker game and Steve's wife Kate while on a boy's camping weekend. We had all agreed that we wanted to have the other two wives as well.

When we gang fucked Kate she asked if we had done the same to any of the other wives, so she knew we had fucked Anna too, and were planing to have Dawn and Jenny. 

After our camping weekend, we started to think about where and when we'd get the chance to team up on either Dawn or Jenny, and the next opportunity was going to be the New Years Party at John and Jenny's house. 

Of course the one difference this time was that Kate and Anna already new that we were going to gang fuck one of the girls, and so we had a little help, and we devised a plan to draw one of the two lovely ladies into our little web. After discussing the plan with Kate and Anna, it was decided that Dawn would be our target for that night.

This is Carl's story of the night his lovely wife was fucked by all four of us:

*

My wife Dawn is a very sexy little lady. Just five foot tall, but with a perfectly formed 34B-24-35 figure. She loves to dress to tease, stockings and suspenders, and either short skirts that will always give that tantalising flash of stocking top, or better still, wrap over skirts that can, and often do, get blown open to reveal her creamy thighs. She also likes to wear slinky skin-tight dresses and nothing underneath. She really hates panty lines. 

I know that most of our male friends would just love to get into her knickers, you can tell by the way they let their hands roam a little whenever they get the chance of a slow dance with her, and the way they look at her.

It was New Year Eve, and this year, instead of going out on the town we had been invited over to our friend's house for a small dinner party. Dawn took her time selecting her clothes for the evening. Seamed black stockings, a pair of thin, almost transparent black knickers, a matching bra, a sheer black blouse, and a black floral wrap over skirt. 

I watched her as she dressed. She looked stunning. She took her time with the stockings, ensuring that the seam was completely straight. Then pulled her knickers on. You could plainly see her light brown bush through the knickers, and I also know that from the right angle you could see her pussy lips as well. The bra was tight and transparent too. It cupped her small and beautiful breasts and her nipples were plainly visible. Once the blouse was added, you could see the outline of her bra, and I knew that if she got either cold or excited her nipples would be easy to see. Finally she wrapped the skirt around her waist, and tied the ends into a single bow. 

We headed of to John and Jenny's house, and when we got there found that the other two couples, Steve and Kate, Stuart and Anna had already arrived.

John was my oldest friend, and probably the one that lusted after Dawn the most. He had a reputation as a ladies man, and Jenny was the latest in a long line of live in lovers. She was a fine looking woman, about five seven, and shapely. She was dressed in a knee length skirt and a loose fitting blouse that was cut quite low, exposing her very curvaceous bust. I would guess that she was about a 38D, with a waist and hips that were perfectly in tune with her height and bust.

Steve and Kate had been friends with John and I for several years, Steve was a quiet unassuming sort of guy, whereas Kate was a bit of a party animal, as we had experienced too the full when we gang fucked her in the woods in the summer. She was wearing a short mini skirt, and tight tee-shirt style top. 

Then there was Stuart and Anna, Anna was a similar build to Jenny, and was wearing a flowing knee length dress, which was also nicely cut to give more than a hint of cleavage. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, and it was at one of our regular poker nights at their house that we first gang fucked one of our lovely ladies. Anna was never much good at cards, and didn't really understand the rules, so engineering it to get her tipsy and then naked hadn't been too hard. The fact that we all got to fuck her was an added bonus that we hadn't planned for.

We all sat down for dinner, and the wine and beer flowed freely. As it was New Years Eve, we were all staying over so there wasn't any problems over who could drink or drive. By the end of the meal we were all a little tipsy. 

I had also found out that Jenny was wearing stockings and suspenders under her skirt, because it had a split seam up the side I was sitting and as she moved during dinner it had ridden up her legs giving me lovely view of her stocking top and a suspender. 

After dinner we decided to play a drinking game called "You Bet". The idea of the game was that as each person took a go, rolling two special dice, the roll of the dice would lead to a "dare" card being turned over. Each player also had a pile of "Yes" and a pile of "No" cards. We each then had to predict how many people would agree to do the dare, and how many would say they wouldn't do it. Every player placed a "Yes" or "No" card face down in front of them. The predictions were read out, and then the yes and no cards turned over. 

If you predicted the right number, you were a winner, and nothing happened. If you predicted less, or more, then you were potentially a loser. Those that predicted less had to drink a shot of spirit, whereas those that predicted a higher number had to carry out the dare.

We started by using the dare cards that came with the game. They were pretty tame, and after a few rounds had passed, and we were all the other side of several shots, we decided to add our own dares to the game, to spice it up a little.

Obviously, Kate and Anna were already aware that this game was to lead into us all fucking dawn, so it was no surprise that the majority of the new dares all had a sexual flavour to them.

The first of the new dares was to "flash your bottom" to the room. We all made our predictions and then turned over the cards. Kate was the out and out loser of this bet. She had predicted five, whereas everyone else had predicted four. So she stood up, turned so her back was to us and slowly lifted her short skirt up and over her knickers, before slipping the knickers down to flash her bottom. 

This sort of set the tone for the rest of the evening, as her brief exposure of her peachy bottom didn't draw any bad reaction from the other girls.

The next dare was "remove a piece of clothing". Stuart and I had predicted correctly, whereas Jenny, Kate and Anna all got shots. John, Steve, and Dawn had lost that bet. John and Steve both slipped out of their shirts. Dawn reached up behind her back, and unclipped her bra before pulling it out from under her blouse. Now the blouse was almost see through, and we could all see the outline of her breasts and nipples against the thin material. 

"Remove a piece of clothing from a member of the opposite sex without using your hands" was next. Steve and I predicted correctly, and sat and watched as Jenny and Kate took another shot each. We decided that the four losers should remove each other's clothes, and that Anna and Stuart were not allowed to remove each other's. Anna started with John, and struggled to unfasten his belt with her mouth. Then she got her teeth onto his zip and pulled it down, before wrestling with the fastener. She won through though, and pulled his trousers down around his ankles. 

Dawn followed Anna's example, and removed Stuart's trousers. 

Now it was the boys turn. John asked Anna to stand up and after looking her up and down for a few seconds he knelt in front of her and his head disappeared beneath her dress. A few seconds later he had her knickers down around her ankles. 

Stuart asked Dawn to stand, and after trying, and failing, to unfasten her blouse buttons with his teeth, he followed John's example and pulled her knickers off with his teeth.

"Give another player a body shot" was next. Everyone got a shot on that one, as we all under predicted, and no one ended up doing the dare.

"Allow another player to take a body shot" came next, Kate and I lost that one. Jenny and Steve had to take shots anyway, but Kate and I had to take them off each other. We had a little debate, and decided that the shots should be taken from each other's chest. I lay down and Kate unfastened my shirt and pushed it of before pouring a shot across both my nipples and sucking it down. 

Then I pulled her tight tee shirt up over her head, exposing her bra-less breasts before pouring my shot over her breasts and licking them dry.

At this point, Steve and I were left wearing our trousers and boxers. Stuart had his shirt and boxers, and John just his boxers. Anna had lost her knickers, Kate was topless, dawn had lost her bra and knickers, but Jenny was fully dressed.

The evening was going well, and the atmosphere was becoming sexually charged, but we needed to push on and up the ante if we were going to get to fuck Dawn.

We had agreed earlier, with Kate and Anna, that one of them should take Jenny off and out of the way before things got too far down the line. With Kate becoming the first of the girls to have her tits exposed to us all, she decided that it was time for bed, and Jenny didn't take much prompting to head off with her.

So that left Anna and Dawn to continue playing the game.

"Rub ice cubes on someone's nipples" was the next dare drawn out. Dawn was obviously no longer completely in touch with all her faculties, and over estimated the number of players that would do that, as did Steve. So they lost. John placed the ice bucket in the middle of the room. Dawn went first, picking up a couple of ice cubes and rubbing them around Steve's nipples until they melted. Then it was his turn to cool her nipples down. He pulled out some ice cubes, and siting behind Dawn reached around and cupped her breasts with his hands full of ice. He massaged her breasts with the ice cubes until they melted. When he took his hands away her black blouse had gone completely see through, and her nipples were rock hard with the cold.

"Let another player remove a piece of your clothing" Obviously we were intent on getting Dawn naked, and Anna was fully aware of our plans. As if we were telepathic, we ended up in the fine position that both Dawn and Anna lost. Anna went first, and slowly unbuttoned Dawn's blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. My wife's breasts were now exposed to my friends for the first time.

Then Dawn stood behind Anna and slowly pulled the zipper down on her dress, before pushing it off her shoulders to expose her bra clad breasts. But as Anna had already lost her knickers, her lovely blond bush soon came into view, framed by a black suspender belt and stockings. Anna was now naked except for her bra, stockings and suspenders. Probably to Dawn's surprise, she just calmly sat down for the next round.

"Allow the other players to kiss you" was next. Dawn lost again. So we would all get to kiss her for two minutes. I went first, pulling her to me and gently massaging her breast as I kissed her. John was next. He pulled her forward as he sat down on the sofa, forcing her to straddle his legs as she sat on his lap. Her wrap over skirt fell open, and while we couldn't see anything, we all knew that her naked pussy was now rubbing up his boxer clad dick. When he pushed her up and off him, you could see his rock hard dick straining at his boxers. Steve followed my example and massaged her breasts while kissing her, and Stuart copied John's manoeuvre, but also massaged her breasts. 

Dawn went to sit down to play the next round when Anna piped up "you've forgotten someone" and she then pushed Dawn backwards over the arm of the sofa. As Dawn fell backwards across Stuart again her skirt fell open, exposing her pussy to the room, Anna knelt down between her legs, looked up and said, "I think I'll try her other lips" and buried her head between her legs.

Now we were cooking on gas, a little light lesbian pussy licking for the delight of the boys. Stuart's hands went back to her breasts as Anna worked on her pussy. 

When the two minutes were up, a very flustered Dawn sat down again to play the next round.

"Let the players on either side of you gently bite your nipples" Anna lost this one, and as she was sitting between John and, we both set about slipping her bra off so we could get at her nipples. Two minutes of gentle nibbling and sucking had her panting for more.

So now we were sitting there with Anna wearing just her stockings and suspenders and Dawn wearing her skirt, stockings and suspenders. 

"Measure your neighbours vital statistics" This was what we had been waiting for. Stuart, Steve and Anna lost on this one, and that meant that everyone was going to be measured. 

Anna started with John, measuring his chest, then his waist, and then pulling his boxers off to measure his hips and inside leg, before stretching the tape down the length of his cock. 

Stuart went next and took great pleasure in pulling Anna's stockings and suspenders off before measuring her bust, waist, and hips. Then he had her open her legs and stretched the tape measure up so I could measure her inside leg, nuzzling my hand as far into her moist pussy as I could. 

Steve then pulled Dawn to her feet. Steve stood behind her and reaching round her took great care to make sure the tape was just under her breasts. Then to get the cup size, he measured again, over the top of her breasts. The tape kept slipping off her erect nipples, so Steve had Stuart hold it in place by cupping her breasts while he read the measurement.

Then he unfastened the wrap over skirt, and let it slip to the floor, and quickly measured her waist and hips, before moving to her inside leg.

Stuart took the tape, and measured up her leg, pushing the side of his hand gently into her pussy and gave a measurement. Steve then took the tape, and measured the other leg, again working his hand back and forth over her pussy as he measured. Strangely he came up with a different length. So they swapped legs, and measured again. This time as Stuart slid the tape up her thigh with his index finger, his middle finger slipped slightly between her lips. Stephen ran his tape up the other leg and Dawn had the tips of two other men's fingers dipping between her pussy lips. They adjusted the tapes several times before they got two measurements that were the same, and when they pulled their hands away I could see just a hint of Dawn's sticky love juices on their fingertips.

Finally Anna pulled my trousers and boxers off and without bothering to measure anything else ran the tape over my now erect cock.

"Blind Forfeit" was the next dare -- the losers would have to take the next forfeit in the pile, without knowing what it was. The two girls lost and the dare was turned over. It couldn't have been better if it had been planned. "Demonstrate four sexual positions" was the dare, with two naked women and four naked men.

Anna announced that she liked to be in control, and went over to John, sat astride his legs facing him, and started to grind her pussy into his dick -- we watched as it hardened underneath her ride. The two minutes flew by, and when she got off poor John had a rock hard cock covered in her juices. It's fair to say the rest of us were rising to the occasion too. 

Dawn said she preferred it from behind, and knelt down in front of me. I guess she thought I'd pretend to fuck her from behind, but that wasn't my plan. As she pushed her self backward towards me I slipped my cock between her pussy lips, grabbed her hips, and pulled her hard onto me. 

She gasped in surprise and tried to pull away, but I held her firm and started to rock back and forth as I fucked my wife in front of my friends.

Meanwhile Anna had adopted a similar position, bent over in front of Steve, but she had gone one better, and had Stuart's cock in her mouth as well.

I lifted Dawn's head so she could see what her friend was doing, and called John over. He knelt at Dawn's head and offered his rock hard cock to her lips, which she parted and slowly sucked him in.

So there we were, two of us top and tailing my wife, and two of us top and tailing Anna. 

Seeing my wife's lips wrapped round another mans cock was very erotic, and I quickened my pace, fucking her harder and harder. Every time I slammed into her she rocked forward and John's cock slipped deeper and deeper into her mouth. After a few minutes of frantic fucking I sank myself deep inside her and shot my load into her wet and warm pussy.

As I withdrew from her pussy Stuart took my place behind her and slipped his cock into my wife. I took his place in front of Anna and as Stuart enjoyed my wife's pussy his wife sucked my cock clean from me.

Steve was fucking Anna very slowly, and like me he was watching as John got a blowjob and Stuart fucked Dawn. 

Stuart was taking long deep strokes, and had reached forward and under dawn to hold her swaying tits as he fucked her. I could see streaks of my cum on his cock as it pistoned in an out of my wife's pussy. Then I watched as his bum cheeks tensed and he sank his cock deep in her pussy to add his cum to mine. Dawn swallowed John's cock and moaned as she came in unison with Stuart.

Steve withdrew from Anna and moved up behind Dawn, slipping his cock into her pussy, while John continued to gently push his cock back and forth into her mouth.

Steve had been gently fucking Anna for about ten minutes before taking his turn with Dawn, so it wasn't really surprising that he was very quickly ploughing deep and hard into my wife's pussy as he neared his own orgasm. 

Meanwhile my cock was rock hard again as a result of Anna sucking on it, so I rolled her on the back, slipped between her legs and pushed my cock deep inside her wet and warm pussy. Stuart knelt at his wife's head and she started to suck on his limp and sticky dick as I began to screw her slowly.

Steve shot his load of spunk deep inside Dawn and then as he swapped places with John they rolled Dawn onto her back before John got what he had long wished for as he parted Dawn's pussy lips with his cock for the first time. 

He fucked her with long deep strokes, savouring every second, as he sank his cock deep inside her before pulling right out so the tip of his cock rested on her lips before pushing deep inside her again. Then he started to quicken his pace.

I matched him stroke for stroke as I fucked Anna and he fucked Dawn. Faster and faster, harder and harder, every time we slammed our cocks deep inside them their tits bounced. Stuart and Steve still had their cocks I the girls mouths as we fucked.

John groaned and sank his cock deep inside Dawn and filled her with his cum. All four of us had cum deep inside her.

Watching John shoot his load inside Dawn triggered my own orgasm, and I came deep inside Anna.

Once I had withdrawn Stuart took my place between his wife's legs and started to fuck her earnestly while I sat and watched as Steve moved back between Dawns legs to fuck her for a second time.

Steve and Dawn rolled over while they were fucking so Dawn was on top, and she started to ride him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock with his hands cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She came hard as she rode him fast, and then sat up and forced him deep inside her before starting to ride him gently.

At this point John moved behind her and as she slowly ground herself up and down on Steve's cock John was kissing hr and caressing her boobs. He gently pushed her forward, reached down between them, and carefully worked his cock inside her pussy, alongside Steve's so her pussy was now stretched wide with two hard cocks inside her.




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Dawn was knelt above Steve, with both Steve and John slowly grinding their cocks in and out of her pussy. There was an amazing look of pleasure on her face, and I could see the effect of every stoke in her face and eyes. 

I knelt before her and pushed the tip of my cock against her lips, which parted and I began to slowly fuck her mouth as she was being fucked by two of my friends.

Steve and John had found a rhythm now, with one pushing deep inside her as the other withdrew, and they started to increase the pace and force of their thrusts. 

Dawn came again, while she was impaled on both their cocks, and I don't know which of them came first, but Steve and John both followed her closely, adding two more loads of spunk deep in her pussy.

As she sat astride Steve I unloaded my balls for the third time, this time into my wife's waiting mouth.

While the three of us had been concentrating on this final act with Dawn, Stuart and Anna had been fucking and watching and Stuart had added his spunk to mine deep in his wife's pussy.

Dawn and Anna headed off to the bathroom to get cleaned up and the four of us sat and talked over another couple of beers about that nights adventure and about how we were going to get into Jenny's knickers...

To be continued...