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Party Time

By: Moondrift



"Your trouble is," Arthur said as he lit his first cigarette of the day, "you never think... cough... splutter... of anything... choke... gasp... but... gasp... gasp... sex."

Nancy looked at him darkly as Arthur thumped his sternum with a closed fist.

"You're... oh God that's better... cough... cough... nothing like the first... gasp... one of the... choke... choke... day... You're trouble is you're a... cough... cough... nympho bloody maniac. You know... cough... hawk... hawk... I'm not... hawk... well."

"It's not surprising," Nancy replied disdainfully, "if I'm a nymphomaniac then you're a fagomaniac. Anyway I'm not a nymphomaniac; I just want a normal sex life."

Arthur seemed to have overcome his first cigarette of the day paroxysm and his breathing settled down to a steady wheeze.

"Eighty a day, that's all I smoke, you know that, and it's the only pleasure I've got... and anyway, what do you mean by a normal sex life?"

"Oh, never mind," sighed Nancy. They seemed to have had this discussion before.

She looked across the table at her twenty year fate and remembered when they had first met. Now balding and gaunt, back then Arthur had been dark haired, gleaming of eye, and constantly hard of penis. He had been perhaps a bit on the short side, and he was twelve years older than Nancy, but his potency seemed to make up for what he lacked in inches – inches related, that is, to his overall height and not his male ember which lacked nothing regarding measurement lengthwise.

Now, as that once mighty member hung slackly down his trouser leg, and his rheumy eyes stared down at his breakfast plate, he had to decide whether to eat or light up another cigarette.

The cigarette won.

It was strange, Nancy thought, Arthur couldn't leave her alone before they got married; then came the "false alarm," and marriage. Very quickly after that Arthur had gone off the boil – sexually speaking, especially when, having missed one menstrual period that led to the hurried wedding ceremony, Nancy got her next one in due time. At that point Arthur had seemed to be a trifle miffed. 

What held them together now was on Nancy's side the joint ownership of the house, a life insurance policy taken out on Arthur's life, and some medical knowledge that the doctor had confided to her, but not to Arthur. 

Arthur was suffering from emphysema and somehow she couldn't bring herself to "leave the poor sod."

"Aaaagh," Arthur was clearing his throat ready to make a pronouncement.

Wheezily he said, "Shouldn't be surprised if you're getting it with some of them young blokes at that college you go to." 

"That's a horrible thing to say," protested Nancy. "I've never been unfaithful."

"No, I don't suppose they'd be interested in a woman your age," he sneered, "so you just go on... wheeze... wheeze... bothering me."

Nancy had heard this before and on the previous occasions she had not let it hurt her, but this time Arthur got through. Her fortieth birthday was due in a month, and like a lot of people of that age she was beginning to question her attractiveness to the opposite gender. 

Actually her attendance at the college had to some extent affirmed her attractiveness, in that while it was not true that she had been "getting it" with some of the young male students, they at least seemed to take an interest in her.

Unlike Arthur she had retained something of her youthful good looks and if anything maturity had enhanced them, and like many women her age she was probably at her best, neither a foolish giggling girl nor an arthritic sufferer from dementia.

The "college" referred to was a sort of second chance place, where those who had failed or hadn't completed high school, could have another attempt. Nancy had been taking a few subjects there and this brought her into contact with young people. In fact the college had proved to be something of a lifeline for her; lifting her out of the gloom of Arthur's ambience and the perpetual smell of cigarette smoke.

She felt tears starting to flow and rising from the table she said, "That... that was a... a bloody cruel thing to say."

Arthur, realising how wounding he had been, tried to make amends, but another paroxysm of coughing held up speech and meanwhile Nancy left the room.

She was due at a nine o'clock English class, so she got together her things and without saying goodbye to Arthur, left the house.

Arthur, who had been unemployed for nine months, and although he hadn't yet faced up to it, he would ever work again. He sat on eating his breakfast rapidly so he could get to the next cigarette.

He thought about his lot in life, and decided that he was lucky to have Nancy to cook and clean for him, and put up with the meagre income they got from his superannuation money – which was very little because he hadn't come anywhere near the designated retirement age of sixty five – and the bit they got as a top up from social services.

Feeling guilty for having made that crass remark about Nancy's age, he recalled his many "bits on the side" that Nancy had never known about - or at least he hoped she hadn't because she'd ever said anything. Anyway even his philandering had slowed and then stopped since he started to suffer from what he told himself was bronchitis. 

Such is our human ability to deceive ourselves that Arthur had come to believe that he was suffering from some form of permanent of bronchitis. Such doctors and specialists as he had seen quickly noted that Arthur was not the sort of man you put things to in plain terms, so any documentation he was likely to see was couched in esoteric medical jargon.

It was only the local GP who had warned Nancy that Arthur was incurably sick. In giving her this information he had laid upon her yet another burden plus feelings of guilt if she ever thought of leaving Arthur.

The English class cheered her up a little. But afterwards, having no other classes for that day, the memory of Arthur's words came back to her. Not wanting to go home she wandered across the college sports field to where a high bank divided it from the river. 

She sat on the top of the bank and gloomily watched some ducks and coots go about their food scavenging. 

Normally Nancy could remain stoical in the face of adversity, but for some reason she felt unusually fragile that day and Arthur's thoughtless remark had got through to her.

"Perhaps," she thought, "I was cruel to him. I threatened him... his manhood... but... "

She recalled her words, almost casually spoken, "I wish we still made love." 

"But then," she thought, "we haven't made love for... " She realised she couldn't remember the last time, and anyway they had slept in separate beds and then separate rooms because Arthur's constant coughing and hawking kept her awake at night. How long ago was it since she moved into a separate room; three years... perhaps a little longer, but even before that... "

She felt she should not have said it. "It's not his fault he can't get it up." For the moment she felt sorry for Arthur, and failed to remember that even before she had left the connubial bed Arthur's penis had been a rare visitor to her vagina. 

As Arthur wouldn't face the truth about his sickness, so Nancy had not faced a probable reason for Arthur's early neglect of her; and if from time to time she had thought Arthur was going elsewhere for his sexual fun, she had dismissed the idea.

Such is our ability to delude ourselves.

Now, as she sat on the river bank she felt the weight of those years, from when as a happy eighteen year old bride, and apparently pregnant, she had joyfully if hurriedly, married Arthur. Now when she was teetering on the edge of middle age, Arthur was on a downhill run that had no chance of turning upwards, short of a miracle.

She started to sob and the tears flowed.

"Hi Nancy."

It was Cynthia, another mature age student that Nancy had got to know. 

"What are you doing out here on your own, why... hey, what's the matter, get a bad mark for your essay?"

"No," gulped Nancy.

"Then why the tears?"

"Oh, its just everything; I feel... feel... oh... I don't know, its all so... so bloody depressing."

"Everything?"

Nancy managed a weepy smile and said, "It's just me, I feel so old and ugly... so... so... it's all pointless."

"Now stop that Nancy, and tell Aunty Cynthia all about it."

Cynthia was in fact about five years younger than Nancy and came under the heading of a "Gay Divorcee." From time to time Nancy had confided in her about life with Arthur and the gloomy future. Now she told her about Arthur's remark over breakfast that morning, and how wretched it had made her feel.

"Now look here you silly girl," Cynthia admonished, "stop thinking like that. You're... how old... thirty nine?"

"Nearly forty."

"Oh dear, you poor old thing; for God's sake Nancy go home and take a look at yourself in the mirror. You look nearer thirty than forty and I wish I got the looks you get from some of those young guys. Have you see Byron looking at you. Sometimes I think he's going to eat you."

"I wish he would," replied Nancy, as she started to sob again; "That way it would all be over."

"Now stop that Nancy." She put her arms round her and gently rocked her.

"Darling, you don't have much fun do you."

"I like the college."

"Yes, but you go home to Arthur and... well... there not much fun there is there?"

"No," wailed Nancy, "he's sick... he doesn't know how sick and... and... oh Cynthia."

She buried her face in Cynthia's shoulder as Cynthia stroked her hair.

"I don't suppose you... you and he... you know... have much... er... conviviality?"

"If you mean what I think you mean, then not for a long time. And even if he could... you know... he'd cough and splutter his way through it and it would all be spoilt, and anyway, he sticks of tobacco."

"Ah."

There was a long pause as Nancy wept on. As her sobs diminished Cynthia said, "I think its time you had a bit of fun."

"Huh, where am I likely to have fun?"

"Well, I have some of the guys and girls in for an occasional Saturday night party... a get together. I'm having one this Saturday night, why don't you come?"

"What guys and girls?" Nancy asked doubtfully.

"Oh, just some of the other students from the college; there's talk, a bit of drinking, eating and some dancing and... er... You'd enjoy it."

"I'm too old for... "

"No you're not; you're not much older than me and even old Aida comes sometimes and she's kicking on towards sixty and she has a marvellous time."

Aida was yet another mature age student, and could be adequately described, not as a Gay Divorcee, but a Gay Widow, who amused herself with history subjects and computer classes.

"But Arthur... "

"He can look after himself well enough; after all you leave him several times a week to come here, so one Saturday night out isn't going to kill him."

"But a party... "

"Then don't tell him it's a party. Tell him... er... tell him you're just visiting me to go over some college work; after all, that's not a complete lie because we do talk about college."

Cynthia giggled suggestively and went on, "Well, some of the time we talk about college but there are other things."

"What other things?"

Avoiding a direct answer Cynthia said, "Well darling, that's up to you. You don't need me to tell you what you want to do and don't want to do."

"Do you think I'd fit in; I mean... I wouldn't be too old for... "

"I told you to stop that. You dry your eyes, go home and tell Arthur you're going out Saturday evening. Come on, I'll walk part of the way home with you."

Cynthia lived in a more affluent part of the suburb than Nancy, her location and house being thanks to her ex-spouse. Before she married him Cynthia had checked his income carefully. 

Leaving Cynthia at her somewhat luxurious home Nancy made her way to her more humble dwelling and Arthur.

Arthur was still feeling guilty about his careless remark to Nancy, and although Nancy did not know this, it did pave the way for her announcement. 

"I shall be going out on Saturday night," she said with some bravado.

"Oh, where?"

"Just to Cynthia's place."

"That's the woman you talk to at college, isn't it?"

"Yes, we're going over some of our college work."

"That's good."

"You don't mind?"

"No... no... you don't get out much, so why not?"

"You'll be all right?"

"Of course I'll be all right. I've just got a touch of bronchitis, I'm not dying."

As if to reinforce his words Arthur demonstrated his bronchitis by breaking into a spasm of coughing.

"Are you sure you'll be all right?"

"Cough... cough... gasp; yes" he panted, "I said I'd be... gasp... all right."

Feeling that he had been sufficiently compliant he asked, "What's for lunch?"

There was no more talk about Saturday night until late Saturday afternoon. Arthur, having had a couple of days to think about Nancy's outing, and careless as he could be about her, he was not blind. He knew that what he couldn't do with her others could and would if given the chance. 

Even in his philandering days he had puzzled over why he wasn't content with Nancy; but the unpleasant truth was that he had always been trying to prove himself with women. Exactly what he was trying to prove he had never stopped to consider. He was one of those men who just enjoyed the hunt, and when they finally get their prey, they lose interest. 

"That Cynthia, she's divorced, isn't she?" he asked.

"That's right."

"And... ah... and there's only going to be you and her?"

"Well, there might be a few other students; it's a sort of seminar."

"Ah... all women?"

Nancy getting Arthur's drift replied impatiently, "I'm not sure exactly what the gender mix is going to be; Cynthia didn't consult me about who she should invite to her home. Look, if you don't want me to go just say so and I'll... "

While considering Nancy's evening out over the past couple of days, Arthur had come to realise how increasingly dependent on her he was. He could see that it would pay to keep her in a contented frame of mind, and that might not be the case if he told her not to go.

Nancy, putting the situation to the ultimate test said, "If you're worried about my going, why don't you come with me?"

She held her breath as she waited for his reply.

"Don't be daft woman, I'm a sick man. How can I go out with this... cough... gasp... bronchitis? You go and... wheeze... have a good time."

Once more feeling that he had been sufficiently placating he added, "Don't forget to leave me some supper."

Nancy breathed again. 

She considered carefully what she should wear for the party. She knew that any young girls present would probably be dressed in such a way as to make it difficult to determine if they were on the inside trying to get out, or the outside trying to get in.  

She didn't really have a great deal of choice since buying new clothes was an infrequent event, given their income. In any case, even if she had some tantalisingly revealing clothes, if Arthur saw her in them suspicion would no doubt rise in his ailing bosom. 

She settled for her hard wearing tartan skirt and a matching green shirt. "More suitable for my age," she told herself. 

As she went to leave Arthur asked, "What time will you be home?"

Nancy felt a bit annoyed about that; it was as if she was a teenage girl being asked by her parents. The thought crossed her mind that it was a pity her parents hadn't asked her that question, and then she might not be asked it by Arthur now. But they hadn't asked it and she was there with Arthur.

"Water under the bridge now," she thought resignedly, and said to Arthur, "I don't know, I'll be home when I get here."

She left and Arthur lit his seventieth cigarette for the day.

As she walked to Cynthia's house Nancy started to worry again. Despite Cynthia's reassurances and her saying that old Aida sometimes joined the party, she still wondered if her presence would be acceptable.

It was in her mind to return home and ring Cynthia to say that she couldn't come because Arthur was having a bad day.

"Hi Nancy; Cynthia said you were coming tonight and she told me you'd come this way, so I thought I'd wait for you." 

"Byron! You were waiting for me?"

"Well, it's your first time at one of Cynthia's do's and if you happen to be feeling a bit shy it's nice to arrive with someone you know."

"That's kind of you, Byron."

"My pleasure," he grinned, putting his arm round her shoulder as they walked along. "So remember, you're my girl for the evening."

"Your girl! But I thought... I mean... what...?"

He laughed and said, "Unfreeze Nancy you're out to have a good time, so just let go. Wait until you see... talk of the devil, there she is."

They were approaching Cynthia's house and coming from the opposite direction was old Aida. Nancy was astonished at what she saw. Around the college Aida wore an old brown skirt, an off-white blouse and a sagging green cardigan. 

Now she was wearing a knee length dress that was so lacy it was more holes than lace. There was more than a suspicion that she was not wearing bras, and her less than firm breasts could be seen in motion. Nancy, who had always thought that Aida would wear old-fashioned bloomers, could at that moment not make up her mind if Aida was wearing anything that might defend her womanhood.

She had often wondered why someone Aida's age seemed to be so popular with the young men at the college. Now, despite the muscle slackness of her upper arms and thighs, and the slightly drooping jowls, Nancy had to admit that Aida was bright of eye and ripe of lip. Indeed, Aida had that oddly sensual look that some older women have just so long as they have not become too sexually uptight to even admit they have a wetly yearning vagina. 

Aida was not alone. She was accompanied by three laughing and jostling young men that Nancy vaguely remembered seeing round the college. Aida was laughing and touching them as they progressed along the street.

Seeing Nancy and Byron, Aida called out, "Well, well, well, so you've come to join the party, and got an escort... "

She was interrupted by one of the young men who called, "Hey Byron, are you going to need any help?"

Byron seemed to be irritated by this question, and he replied, "No, and you've got all you need."

Aida cut in, addressing the young man who had called out, "I've got enough to keep you busy young Harry."

As Nancy tried to interpret this exchange they all went up the path to Cynthia's front door. It was opened by Cynthia who greeted them, and then said to Byron, "You met Nancy then?"

"Yes."

"Good boy."

"You'll be all right?"

"Yes, Lindsay is here, so it will be fine. Good luck, and if it doesn't work out, then afterwards we can... "

Nancy had been slightly abstracted on entering by the people who were milling around. There seemed to be a dozen or more, but as she turned her attention to Cynthia, Cynthia was still addressing Byron, then seeing Nancy looking at her she finished, "you know what I mean, Byron?"

He glanced quickly at Nancy and replied, "Yes, of course."

"Nancy darling, so glad you decided to come; now you loosen up and have a good time; Byron will look after you, won't you Byron?"

Byron looked at Nancy and said, "Yes, I'll look after her," then added somewhat ambiguously, "If she'll let me." 

Cynthia said in what Nancy thought was slightly suggestive way, "I'm sure she will... you will won't you darling?"

"I... er... yes... if Byron wants me to." She wasn't at all sure what it was she had to let Byron do.

Cynthia kissed her on the cheek whispering, "Byron is very gentle," then she hurried off to attend to the other guests.

After these, what to Nancy had been mysterious exchanges, the evening began quietly enough. There was, as Cynthia had said, some talk about the college, mainly focused on the personalities of the lecturers and the sort of marks they awarded.


Party Time



Drinks were handed round with Byron attending to Nancy's needs in this respect. As the wine flowed the evening got noisier, and someone put on a CD and some got up and danced.

Byron was very attentive and Nancy was quite captivated by his gentle voice and manner, so unlike the more rasping voice of Arthur.

At the college she had seen him looking at her, but they had only spoken occasionally. The truth was, that Nancy found him very attractive, but then, so did a lot of the girls at the college. This was marked by the fact that so many of them seemed to hang around him. 

At one level Nancy knew she could easily fall for Byron; at another level she denied this, reminding herself, "I'm a married woman.

If that did not convince her, she also told herself, "I'm years older than him," and being the type of woman who tried never to yearn after what she thought she couldn't have, she had dismissed any sensual thoughts she had about Byron; but since she had to dismiss them it only showed that the thoughts were there.

Byron stayed close to her, and this proximity she found disturbing. One moment she wished he would go away, and the next moment, when he went to fetch her a drink or something to eat, she was wishing he would hurry back.

Cynthia's house was large, and seemed to contain many rooms. As Nancy gazed around at the divan and cushion scattered surroundings she thought it looked a bit like her vision of a brothel, and as the evening wore on and the wine continued to flow that vision seemed to take on reality.

She and Byron were seated on a low divan with their legs stretched out in front of them. Byron kept his arm round her shoulders, and Nancy found that she liked this. She had only had a couple of glasses of white wine and was in that happy, relaxed stage that comes before things start to blur. 

She snuggled up close to Byron, laying her head against his shoulder. The hand on the arm encircling her shoulders was playing gently with her hair. It was nice, very nice, and she hoped he wouldn't stop. 

People seemed to be drifting off to other rooms. On the other side of the room they were in, was Aida with her three escorts. What were they doing to her? One was obviously kissing her, another seemed to be doing something to her breasts while the third had pulled her dress up and was stroking her thighs.

The music had stopped – no one seemed to want to put on another CD. The noise level had dropped and the only sounds Nancy could hear were faint groans and cries that came from other rooms.

Nancy looked around for Cynthia, to see her leaving the room with a boy called Lindsay, and Aida was whimpering and giggling as her swains continued to, as Nancy put it to herself, "molest her." 

She heard Aida murmuring, "Yes boys... yes... I'm ready." Then all three of the boys picked her up and carried her from the room. 

Nancy was now in no doubt about what was going on. The ecstatic cries told her all she needed to know.

In the distance she heard a shriek.

"That's Delia," Byron explained, "She always make a lot of noise when she comes." 

Byron's closeness; what she had seen being done to Aida; and the sounds of sexual pleasure all around them, had started a fire in Nancy. She felt her inner thighs getting wet; her clitoris was throbbing and her hardening nipples were pressing against her shirt. 

Byron kissed her deeply but unhurriedly. From a now long ago memory Nancy opened her mouth and felt his soft tongue gently probing. 

It had been so long, so very long, and her body was screaming for long denied gratification. As Byron began to unbutton her shirt she had no will or desire to resist. 

"I want him... I want him... "

She was wearing no bras since she hardly needed them. Byron's hand was on her breast, stroking and fondling.

She thought, "Oh yes Byron... yes... don't stop."

"I knew your breasts would be beautiful," he whispered, and the took a nipple into his mouth. As he sucked and nibbled his hand went down to the bottom of her skirt, and then moved up the inside of her thighs. 

Feeling the slender barrier of her panties his hand reached to the top of them and pulled them down. His fingers were exploring her vagina, feeling its moist warmth, and then passing on to circle her engorged clitoris with his finger.

Nancy now knew what Cynthia meant when she had said, "Byron is very gentle."

He was unhurried; as if he wanted to enjoy her femaleness and make the pleasure last.

"I've wanted to do this with you for a long time, Nancy."

It had never been like this with Arthur, not even when they first became lovers.

Even as the desire grew in her to almost unbearable heights Nancy was still too shy to speak her thoughts out loud. To herself she was crying out, "Yes Byron... yes... don't stop... please don't stop." 

She felt him taking her panties off and she thought he was about to penetrate her. She spread and raised her legs ready to receive him, but there was no penetration. 

His head was between her legs and he was looking at her sex organ. She felt fingers part the lips of her labia, and his gentle voice saying, "You're lovely Nancy, lovely." 

He was doing something to her; something soft was probing her. Nancy at last found her voice.

"What are you doing to me... what are you doing? You mustn't... you might not like... "

She had never experienced cunnilingus before. It was wonderful that probing... that licking and sucking... but her smell... her taste...!

She made a brief a half hearted attempt to push him away, but it was too late. He was sucking her clitoris. 

It started there but gradually seemed to spread out, taking control of her whole body. It was frightening but wonderful; she wanted to repel and welcome it at the same time. 

She was shaking from head to toe crying out and not knowing what she was crying; "No... no... please no... oh yes... no... yes... oh my God... ah... ha... ah... ha... I'm co... aaah... neooooew... "

Her body leapt and vibrated as the orgasmic shock waves engulfed her. Byron had his hands round her thighs as she dragged his head into her. He sucked on relentlessly as she howled her way through her climax. 

She passed over the pinnacle and wept her joy; "It's going... it's going... oh my darling... don't stop yet... please... oh my God it's... it's so beautiful... " 

He stood for a moment as she lay open to him. He pulled down the zip of his jeans and drew out his penis. He was over her.

"I want you Nancy... I want you... "

She guided his penis into her. "Yes darling... yes... take me... "

At last, after so long. So often with Arthur she had felt like a thing, an object. With Byron she felt like woman... all loving, sensual, hungering woman.

He was in her, pressing in deep. He couldn't... would not be able to last long, but Nancy didn't care just so long a she could feel his warm young seed.

"Just this once," she thought, "Just this once to feel his length in me, his sperm spurting; that would be paradise."

Much was happening in other rooms around them, people were moaning and weeping, but at that moment no one cared. They were locked into an ecstatic, orgiastic world of their own, giving and receiving with joy, whether it was love or lust.

Byron had been moving in her steadily, and then suddenly he gave a low moan as the first ejection of sperm shot out of urethra deep into Nancy's vagina. His hands were under her buttocks, her legs wound round him, as they struggled for ever greater depth of penetration. 

Nancy wanted to cry out, "I love you... I love you... " but even in that moment of rapturous bliss she thought it to soon, perhaps even ridiculous. 

But Byron was not so inhibited. As he thrust the last of his semen into her he said softly, "I love you Nancy... I've loved you from the first moment I saw you."

Nancy burst into tears, sobs shaking her.

"What is it Nancy, did I hurt you... did I say something?"

"Yes... yes... you... you silly boy, you said something."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... "

"Don't you dare apologise," she wept and laughed in almost joyfully delirium. "You've just said the most beautiful words in the world to me." 

"What?" asked a bewildered Byron.

"You said you loved me."

"But I thought you must know that, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this with you... not with you... some of the others, yes, it's just fun with them, but with you it's... it's different."

They had come out onto that peaceful plain that we experience when sexual union has been fulfilling. Byron withdrew from Nancy, carefully pulling down her skirt and starting to button up her shirt. He restored his penis to his jeans and together they lay back, their arms round each other. 

"Byron."

"Mmm?"

"I'm much older than you."

"Yes."

"You don't mind?"

"No, do you?"

"Not if you don't but... I'm a married woman."

"I know."

"You don't mind that either?"

He kissed Nancy's forehead and said, "Cynthia told me that... " He stopped, realising he might be about to betray a confidence.

Nancy persisted, "What did Cynthia tell you?"

"That you were having a bad time of it and that your husband never comes near you."

It was Cynthia's voice above them. She had a dreamy distant look in her eyes that goes with a woman who has been well and truly gratified. Beside her stood Lindsay his hand inside her open blouse, fondling her breasts.

Nancy started to protest, "But... but... "

"It's no use complaining darling. You told me how it's been for you, and there was Byron looking at you like a hungry puppy dog and telling me how beautiful he thinks you are and how he thought he was in love with you, so listening to both your woes, what could I do?"

She looked at Byron and Nancy keenly, smiled and said, "Looking at you both I think I did right. You seem to have given each other something you both need very badly. Come on Lindsay, you're turning me on again." 

She left and Byron said to Nancy, "Was she right, did I give you something you needed?"

Thinking of his tongue in her vagina, Nancy murmured, "More than I needed, so much wonderfully more."

Byron smiled and said, "We weren't supposed to do it in here. Cynthia showed me a bedroom we could use, but I thought... well... "

"You thought you'd better pick the peach while it was ripe?"

"Yes, something like that. Did you mind?"

"Need you ask?"

"No, I suppose not. Do you think we could use the bedroom now?" 

"I mustn't be home too late, darling, or Arthur will be suspicious." 

"Half an hour?"

"All right, half an hour."

"I'll walk you home afterwards."

They had their half an hour and afterwards as Byron walked Nancy to the front gate, he kissed her and said earnestly, "I really do love you, Nancy."

She returned his kiss and touching his cheek with her hand said, "Yes, I think you do, and I think I love you. Good night darling."

"Good night my love."

She went quietly indoors. Arthur had obviously gone to bed. She went to her own room and there stripped off and hugged her new found love and the wonderful evening to herself. What she could not say positively to Byron she now said to herself, "I love him... I love him... I love him... "

Next morning at breakfast Arthur said, "You're looking very perky; have a good evening?"

"Yes, very good."

"You got home late."

"Did I? I suppose I got so interested in the exchanges I didn't notice the time."

Arthur lit his first cigarette of the day and went into his usual fit of coughing. As it began to subside he asked, "Going... gasp... choke.., again?"

"I don't know, Cynthia hasn't said anything."

"Will you go if she does ask you?"

As casually a she could Nancy replied, "I don't know; would you mind if I did?"

Arthur, in an unusually beamish mood, dragged on his cigarette, had another cough and said, "No, I don't... hawk... hawk... mind."

That seemed to end the matter, but Nancy had been quite truthful; Cynthia had not said anything. On Monday at the college however, Cynthia did have something to say.

"Darling, I've spoken to Byron and now I'm telling you; I know how difficult it is for you both, and I don't mind if you use my place to meet. I've brought you together and I feel a bit responsible. My God, I don't think I've ever seen two people so much in love. Does it hurt very much darling?"

Nancy laughed and said, "Only when you can't give proper expression to your love, which thanks to you we were able to do." 

Cynthia let out a long sigh and said, "I wish he could have loved me like that. You know, every time he was with me, he was trying to pretend it was you."

"You mean, he had... he had sex with you?"

"Yes of course darling and with Aida a couple of times. But don't worry, from the look of him this morning you've got him well and truly hooked."

Cynthia slipped a key into Nancy's hand and said, "See how I trust you, use this; you know the bedroom to use, and have a shower if you want to. Must go." 

She left, leaving behind a slightly bewildered Nancy. With a potential paradise before her she wondered about Byron with Cynthia and Aida. Was she being ridiculous, imagining herself in love with him when he was so much younger than her?

They had made love at a party and she had been grateful; grateful because he given her what she had so sorely needed. But in the light of Cynthia and Aida, was she no more to Byron that a casual fuck; one more older woman grateful for his attentions?

Yet he had been so tender with her and what she had felt had seemed to go so deep. It was still there, a yearning to see him... to be with him. It had never been like this before... no... not with Arthur even at the beginning. She had been a young and foolish girl then, but now she was a mature woman and she... dear God, was she now simply a middle aged and foolish woman, ready to give herself for a moment's gratification once again?

She resorted to the river bank once more, but as she made her way across the sports field towards it she heard someone running up behind her.

"Nancy... Nancy, I've been looking for you, what are you doing out here?"

It was Byron.

"I've looked all over the place for you and then I spotted you... darling, what's the matter?"

Nancy had turned on him with tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks.

"What is it my love, what's happened."

It was out before she could stop it.

"Cynthia... Aida... " "What about them?"

"You did it with them; you made love with them; and then with me."

"Yes, but... "

"You used them just as you used me."

Shock registered on Byron's face. His face went white as he said, "But it was different with you, I told it was just fun with... "

"Was it fun with me, Byron? Did you have a good laugh after you left me? 'Oh the poor old girl, well I gave her what she was looking for'."

"Nancy, you know it wasn't like that. I'd wanted... Cynthia and Aida knew that. Cynthia knew how I felt about you. Perhaps I shouldn't have made love with you that night; perhaps I should have waited until we knew each other better... until you learned to trust me, but... "

"But I was so easy, wasn't I? 'The poor old thing's gasping for it,' is that what you thought?"

Byron spoke very solemnly. No, you weren't easy. From the first day at college I was attracted to you but I never thought I'd stand a chance. You were so beautiful and... "

"Don't try to flatter me Byron; I know what I am; a dowdy middle aged woman."

"No... no you're not. I told Cynthia how I felt about you. I must have bored her to death talking about you. She told me life wasn't much fun for you and in the end she said she'd try and bring us together."

Nancy laughed bitterly, "She did that all right and you scored in one."

"Nancy, don't speak like this. Look, if you doubt how I feel, if it'll help you to trust me, then I won't touch you, I wont try to make love with you, not until you can tell me you trust me, and I won't go near another woman, only don't cut me off from you now."

Nancy looked at him, searching his face for any sign of mendacity, any indication that he was manipulating her. She saw that he was near to tears.

He took her hands and said, "You wondered what I thought when I left you the other night. I'll tell you; I thought I was one of the luckiest guys in the world. Don't you know that half the guys in the college have been wanting to get their hands on you?"  

"No, perhaps you don't. You see yourself as plain and dowdy, don't you? You can't imagine that some of us can see something different. You know, you've been so busy putting yourself down that you've kept yourself apart... been remote, and all time I wanted to know you. Thank God for Cynthia because without her I would never have understood... would never have got to know you."

"The truth is, Nancy, that I would never have had the courage without her."

She reached up and placed her fingers on his cheek. "I... I... wanted to talk with you, and we did sometimes, but I never thought you'd be interested in someone like me."

He took her in is arms. "Nancy, I'd never do anything to hurt you, and all that other stuff; Aida and Cynthia knew what it was. All they wanted was the fun... to have a good time, and okay, I wanted to have fun with them; but you know... you must know what I really wanted. It wasn't just fun with you. I tried... I tried to show you how much I love you; and you keep on talking about our age gap, but I'm not a kid. I'm twenty five and... "

"Byron, if you're saying what I think you're saying, then I have to tell you, I can't... I won't leave Arthur. He's too sick... he doesn't know how sick. He needs me."

"I know; Cynthia told me that as well. Can I be the little mouse under your table, hoping you'll drop me a few crumbs?"

"Byron, I'll even drop you a whole slice when I can."

"You mean you won't drop me?"

"No."

Nancy held up the key Cynthia had given her and said, "See, I've got the key to our love nest."

There in the middle of the sports field, uncaring who might see them, they kissed.

Thus began their extended love affair. Even though they had the key to Cynthia's house it was difficult for them. If Nancy was away from home too long Arthur might become suspicious; so it was an occasional hour whenever they could.

Over the following weeks and months Arthur grew worse. He even gave up the fiction of bronchitis, but failed to give his complaint another name.

As Arthur grew weaker Nancy had to do more fetching and carrying for him and her time with Byron was increasingly curtailed. She thought that Byron might start to look elsewhere, but despite her looking for any signs that Byron was taking an interest in other women, she saw no such signs.

When they were able to be together Byron seemed to care for and love her more then ever, and under his gentle caring for her Nancy had no doubts about her feelings for him.

One evening when Nancy was at home, Arthur, who had been sitting gloomily in an armchair watching television, suddenly groaned and clutched at his chest. 

"What's the matter, Arthur?"

"Pain... got a terrible pain," he gasped.

"Your chest?"

"Yes... terrible... I think... oh God... "

Arthur was wheezing and struggling for breath.

"I'm going to ring for the ambulance."

"Yes... yes... I... feel... oh... oh... "

Nancy went with Arthur in the ambulance as the paramedics gave him oxygen.

His breathing seemed to ease and he said, "Don't know why I didn't have this before... feel better."

From the emergency department Arthur was taken for an X-ray, then into intensive care. A doctor took Nancy aside ands aid, "I'm afraid he's got an abscess in his lungs and its burst. The poison is spreading through is body. We're giving him anti-biotics but it may be too late. If we could have got to him before it burst we might have been able to save him, but...?




Party Time



Nancy sat beside Arthur holding his hand and saying, "Hold on, hold on."

But Arthur could not hold on. Around midnight he drew one last agonising breath and died. 

"He's gone," a nurse said.

Nancy sat on still holding Arthur's hand.

When we are with someone who dies, for a while it seems impossible that they have slipped over that border between life and death; have gone from this life and entered the mystery that is beyond. That was how Nancy felt.

Life with Arthur had been difficult, but he had still been embedded in her existence, and now there was a gap... a hole in her life.

A hand touched her shoulder. It was a nurse. "Come now, I'll take you to the visitors lounge. It's empty at this time of night and I'll get you a cup of coffee."

Like an automaton Nancy allowed herself to be led by the nurse.

"Is there anyone you'd like me to call?"

Who... who was there to call? There were no nearby relatives, so who?

"My friend... my friend Cynthia."

"What's her number?"

Nancy delved into her handbag and bringing out a small notebook she found Cynthia's number.

The nurse left her with an undrunk cup of coffee before her a she stared out of a large window high in the hospital at the city lights.

There was no time, only now. Clocks and watches marked the passing minutes, but for Nancy the world had stopped spinning. 

"Darling."

A hand touched her shoulder. It was Cynthia.

"You were with him?" 

"Yes."

"Before I left I rang Byron; he's on his way."

"No; he wouldn't want to... "

"Yes he would; he loves you Nancy, and of course he'd want to be with you."

Nancy did not have the energy to speak further, and as Cynthia sat beside her, holding her, tears came. Tears of remorse; tears that told of the lost and wasted years; the words that had never been spoken, the things that had never been shared.

"Byron's here, darling."

Cynthia moved away to be replaced by Byron. He didn't speak. He simply sat there holding Nancy as she wept for her lost past, the wasted years.

"Don't go back to your house tonight," Cynthia said, "Come to my place."

Nancy allowed herself to be led out of the hospital to Byron's car. Following Cynthia they went to her house. There she was given a stiff whisky and put to bed. Byron stayed with her until she fell into a fitful sleep.

Not until after the funeral and the quiet wake at Cynthia's house did Nancy come to terms with the fact that Arthur was gone from her life. She had stayed on at Cynthia's place until then. The world was turning on its axis again, but it was a blur. 

Byron frequently came and went, letting Nancy talk, but saying little himself. It was enough that he was there.

Cynthia and Byron went with Nancy when she returned to her house, but after a while she said, "I'd like to be alone."

They went, and Nancy began to gather Arthur's things together. She wondered why things had been the way they were. Could they have been different; could she have made them different? 

She made no attempt to get rid of Arthur's things then, it was too soon. 

Next day Byron came to see her. She talked again of life with Arthur and wept as Byron held her. 

Amid her tears for Arthur Nancy wondered what his death meant for her and Byron. In a sense Byron had been safe while Arthur lived. Knowing that she would never leave Arthur, he knew that Nancy would make no demands on him for something more than their intermittent love making, but now Arthur had left her, so...?

She needed comfort and reassurance, but in more than words. Her body was responding to her needs, and she said to Byron, "Would you make love with me?"

He kissed her and replied, "If you're sure that's what you want."

Had they been in Cynthia's house this would have been the cue for him to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. Byron did not know her house, so she took his hand and guided him to the bedroom. 

Always gentle, this time he was very tender with her, lingering long over her, holding back his orgasm for as long as he could.

Afterwards she slept peacefully for the first time since Arthur's death.

It was early evening when she was awakened by Byron. He had found some food and prepared a meal for them. Again for the first time since Arthur died she ate with relish. She felt herself emerging from dark pit where she had mourned.

She wondered if she should ask Byron to spend the night with her; a luxury they had never had. Then she thought that she'd better not because it might be putting an unwanted pressure on him.

The matter was resolved when Byron asked if he could spend the night with her.

That night proved to be a major turning point in Nancy's life. As Byron took her repeatedly she came to understand his potency and her own seeming unquenchable desire for him. After being brought to orgasm twice by cunnilingus, and without any prompting from Byron, she administered fellatio, letting him shoot his sperm into her mouth; another first for Nancy. 

When very late next morning she awoke, she felt like a new, free woman. She could give herself to anyone she chose, and her choice was Byron.

Thereafter, and feeling as they did about each other, there was a certain inevitability in what followed. 

Byron came to spend most nights with Nancy. In the end it seemed ridiculous for him to live apart from her and he moved in. 

The next link in the chain of their relationship came as a surprise to Nancy. She and Arthur had no children. After her early false pregnancy Arthur had expressed no desire for them to have children; nevertheless, he took the attitude, "If it happens it happens." 

In physical terms this meant that neither of them took any precautions against pregnancy. Nancy, of course, never did get pregnant with him, and fortunately for Arthur, neither did any of his extra-marital inamoratas. 

Had Nancy been aware of Arthur's extra-marital affairs, and their lack of progeny, she might have realised that her own apparent lack of fertility was not the case. It was Arthur and not her who was the problem.

This became apparent when she announced to a delighted Byron that his seed had borne fruit, and he was to become a father.

It might have been expected that they would then marry, but for all Byron's importuning, Nancy would not succumb. Not even when Cynthia told her, "You're being very foolish, darling," would she give in and get married.

Quite why she would not and has not married has never been determined, and perhaps even Nancy herself cannot explain. It might be that her experience with Arthur has deterred her; or the matter of their age gap still lurks in the back of her mind. Then again, it may be that Nancy feels a sense of freedom in there non-legally binding relationship.

Whatever the case, they have a daughter. After the birth and realising that Nancy might be endangered if there were further pregnancies, appropriate precautions were taken. 

That it is how it rests at the moment. Nancy and Byron are still happily together, and for those who might be interested, they don't go to Cynthia's parties any more. 



Party time



"No hold it." Marie's boyfriend told her.

"You're an ass." She told him. She had been asking him to use the bathroom for over an hour and had to pee so bad she thought her bladder was going to explode inside of her. But she clamped down and waited for him to let her go. She wasn't sure why she enjoyed giving him this kind of control over her any other time he told her not to do something she told him to fuck off and did it anyway even if that included his best friend. 

"It's what you get for fucking Brad right in front of me." He said touching her nose to nose and rubbing her hairless head. Marie stuck her tongue out and licked his lips like a mother cat would lick her young.

"He had a hard on, what can I say?" she said shrugging. Gerald grabbed her pussy through her miniskirt and rubbed it roughly. Marie grunted and bit her lip the move made her horny instantly but also threatened to break her valuable bladder containment. She loved it when he was forceful and especially loved it when he raped her.

"Careful I'll start to enjoy this." She whispered. Gerald bit her lower lip and stretched it out with his teeth before letting go and walking away from her.

"Ass." She repeated smiling wickedly. Finding a vacant seat on the couch in the living room she lit a cigarette and looked around for any of her friends. 

She wasn't sure how she'd let Gerald talk her into going to this party it totally wasn't her style. Normally she liked to have a small get together with a few of her goth friends either watching movies or playing role playing games but this a full out crazy drinking party which was utterly pointless for her since she didn't drink. Rockers and hipsters bounced around the house drunk off their asses taking off the designer clothes they had spent too much money on. A couple of her friends were here but like her they were a fish out of water and had probably left long ago. Gerald could fit in anywhere and was well liked by anyone so it was no surprise to Marie why he had been invited. The fact that she was getting strange looks even from the party-goers who were drunk off their asses was no surprise to her. They probably thought she had cancer or something.

Waiting for Gerald had consumed the cigarette so she mashed it out and stood up to look around. In a way she hoped he was up stairs fucking one of these sluts silly. It would do them good to know what a real man was like in bed plus it would give her enough time to piss and then drink some more soda to refill her bladder once they got home. Her midsection hurt with every step she took from holding back the hot piss but she was able to hide it. Pain was her best friend and biggest turn on, the wetness she felt in her panties was most likely from her love juice but could also have been a bit of leaking pee.

"I'm going to kill you Gerald I have to pee!" she said to no one jumping up and down. That proved to be a mistake, a long spurt of piss escaped into the thin fabric of her panties.

"Oh shit." She placed one hand over her bladder and stood still re-gaining control over herself.

"What's wrong with you?" some strange guy asked. The girl he was making out with kept kissing on his neck while he looked at Marie.

"I have to pee." She told him. "Cute bitch can I have her when you're done?"

"Fuck you." The girl turned away from her prize for the first time.

"That's the idea sweeteheart." Marie ran her fingers through the girl's long hair and walked away from the couple searching for Gerald. She was starting to get pissed off not being able to find him. Granted it was a big house but he couldn't have gone far in the ten minutes since she had seen him last. Venturing upstairs she wondered if he actually had found some floozy to fuck the shit out of.

"Gerald if you're getting laid I'm going to fuck the first guy I meet." She said to herself opening one door after another. She walked in on two couples going at it, one of them didn't even notice her but the other couple fell to the floor trying to cover up with the blanket.

"Can I join in?" Marie asked.

"Get out of here bitch!" the male screamed at her. Pouting Marie slowly closed the door enjoying the view of the lovers cringing on the floor under the blanket. Walking back down the stairs she felt another spurt of urine escape her bladder. She had to find Gerald and get permission to go soon or she was screwed. Searching the bottom floor again she began to get desperate, walking around was becoming more than she could bear and it showed. Other party goers started to voice genuine concern for her as she wandered the bottom floor.

"I'm alright." She told one rather good-looking guy who asked. A spurt of piss left her when she said that and she noticed that they were becoming more and more frequent. She was in big trouble if she didn't find Gerald fast, she would have no choice but to let her pee flow freely through her panties and onto the ground.

"Hey this place is crowding me let's go outside."

"Sure I know a good place where we can get some privacy too."

And you can rape me? Sounds like fun. Marie thought to herself. She followed him outside and felt more pee escape through her panties. Dribbles of urine were running down her legs by now and she was certain she was going to loose control at any second. The strange guy led her to a part of the house that was not only private but extremely dark, there was no one anywhere near them so if she made a ruckus she wouldn't be heard by anyone, the perfect place to be taken against her will. Smiling she pulled out a cigarette and greeted her potential captor.

"I'm Marie." She held out a hand for him to shake as some more pee escaped into her panties. She was able to clamp it off after a second but she having a much harder time holding back her urine.

"I'm Jason." He said shaking her hand. She offered him a smoke and when he declined she lit up exhaling the smoke in a long breath. 

"So to what do I owe the honors?" Marie asked him, she remained standing while he sat down on the ground.

"Nothing, just wanted an excuse to get out of there and you didn't look like you were having any fun so I thought I'd invite you." He responded looking around them.

"Well you're right about that, my boyfriend is M.I.A. and I don't really know anybody else there so it got real boring real quick." She pressed her thighs together feeling the extremely slow dribble of piss start to increase down her legs.

"Are you ok?" Jason asked. Deciding she could no longer hold back her torrent of hot piss Marie placed her cigarette in her mouth and pulled her panties off from under her skirt then lifted it, spread her legs, took a deep breath on her cigarette and peed on the ground in front of Jason. Marie opened her mouth and held her breath so that the smoke from her cigarette floated freely from her forming a small cloud around her head.

"I am now." She said when she was done with the smoke. Her piss made a loud splattering sound when it hit the dirt-covered ground making a large puddle of mud in seconds.

"Wow you've been holding that for a while." Jason told her watching her pee intently.

"Yeah it's a game I like to play with myself. One of these days my bladder is going to rupture inside me before I can piss it out." Marie held her half-smoked cigarette in her urine stream to put it out, her pee slowed for a second then resumed once she straighten up again. The puddle was now as wide as her stance and rivulets of her piss were flowing in all directions. She pissed for a long time wondering when she would ever stop.

"That's a lot of god damn piss." Jason told her standing up.

"Yeah I've been holding it for a long time as you already noticed." Her bladder finally emptied and the last few droplets of pee fell to the ground, when she had finally finished she dropped her miniskirt.

"Finally." She sighed but Jason was pulling out his long hard cock and taking off his jeans. "What are you doing? I told you I have a boyfriend."

"Did I tell you that I don't care?" he asked stepping out of his pants. He removed his shirt and Marie gaped at him admiring his toned body and long dick pointing directly at her. He stroked it taking a few steps towards her, she took a few steps back as he closed in but he reached out and pulled her close to him. Marie's pussy immediately became wet when she realized he was going to fuck her whether she wanted it or not.

"I told you I have a boyfriend." She said pushing him backwards, it wasn't hard enough to release his grip on her arms and he simply pulled her back up to him. "Stop, let me go!"

"I told you I don't care about your fucking boyfriend and quit squirming." Marie struggled feebly in his grip. She could broken free of him easily but she wanted to be taken right where she stood, if her boyfriend wouldn't do it then why not let herself be raped by some stranger?

"Dammit let me go! I don't want to with you!" Jason pulled her tube top down exposing her tits, the chill night air brushed her nipples which immediately stood erect. Then, wrapping his arms around her he held her tightly to him and tried to kiss her on the mouth. Marie swung her head back and forth trying to avoid his kiss only to be slapped on the cheek hard.

"Quit fighting!" he demanded and tried to kiss her again. Again, Marie avoided him and again he slapped her much harder this time and followed it up with another slap on the other side of her face before slamming her into the wall behind her holding her hands high above her head.

"What are you going to do huh? Scream? Go ahead you think anyone is going to hear you out here? Why do you think I brought you here you stupid bitch?" Marie's body went limp under his forcefulness and she gave in to his third attempt to kiss her. Although she was enjoying every second of his attack she kept a wary watch on his actions in case he tried to do something that would actually injure her or kill her. She made sure she put up enough of a fight that he believed she didn't want him but gave in soon enough that he wouldn't do anything stupid.

When he finished kissing her he released her hands and began massaging her tits occasionally licking her nipples. One hand moved between her legs underneath the skirt and started to tease her clit. He hoped her recent piss would hide the fact that her pussy was wet from her love juices.

"Whatever you do please don't hurt me." She begged.

"Just do as you're told darling and I won't." he said in between sucking on her perky tits. She kept her face stone cold hiding the passion that was brewing inside of her from his teasing. He was rough and often pinched her clit painfully or bit her nipples hard stretching them with his teeth. Marie whimpered and cried out in pain as he did so making him believe that she was actually suffering.

Soon he kneeled in front of her and started lapping up her pussy with his tongue. Marie squirmed as his tongue ran circles around her clit and occasionally penetrated her depths. He pushed on her legs forcing her to spread them apart so that he could gain easier access and insert one finger. Marie moaned mournfully as he finger fucked her writhing in mock misery, in truth her orgasm was building rapidly and she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to hold back. If she came while he was eating her out the game would be up, her pussy would spray hot pussy juice all over her face like a firehose. Fortunately he had enough of eating her and stopped getting right down to business.

"Get on all fours." He ordered pointing at the ground. Reluctantly, Marie began to kneel on the ground. Jason got tired of waiting and shoved her forcefully onto her hands and knees. Marie grunted and allowed her chest to fall to the ground as if she had lost her balance leaving her bare ass sticking straight up in the air. Jason pulled off the skirt and kneeled behind her sticking the head of his hard cock against the opening of her hot sex.

"Tell me you want it bitch." Marie didn't reply closing her eyes. Jason slapped her ass as hard as he could. Marie lurched away from the slap screaming in pain.

"OW! Stop it!" she rolled onto her side using her hands to cover her ass from further assault but Jason was as strong as he looked and rolled her back onto her stomach. Again and again he slapped her ass with his hands as hard as he possibly could, Marie fought rolling this way and that screaming at the top of her lungs with each strike of his palms. Finally he lifted her ass back into the air and ordered her again.

"Yes, yes I want it please give it to me." She said bursting into mock tears. Pain was her best friend and greatest sexual turn-on, the spanking he had just given her had taken her over the edge and given her a violent orgasm but his cock teasing her pussy lips was quickly bringing her horniness back to a boil.

"There see? That wasn't so bad was it, you stupid cunt? I eat bitches like you for breakfast you think you can take me on think again." He started to push his cock into her sopping wet pussy, Marie's sobs didn't skip a beat and she did her best to keep them going for dramatic effect. Once he was all the way inside Jason took a hold of her hips with both hands and slowly pulled himself out and in taking his time. Marie rolled herself so that her tits were flat against the ground and her arms were spread apart bracing herself for the hard fucking she knew was to come. The sensations of his cock sliding into and out of her made it impossible to keep up the crying act and she gradually stopped steeling her facial expressions for the ride.

Marie did her best to keep her face stolid and show no emotion as Jason raped her from behind. Even when he inserted one finger into her asshole, which she normally hated, she didn't so much as blink. His strokes became harder and faster gaining momentum and taking her desire back to a fever pitch almost instantly. His hands held on tightly to her hips his fingertips digging into the already sensitive skin, the flesh of her ass felt like it was on fire only driving her even further into lust. Her eyes closed and her short raspy breaths escaping through her pursed lips she felt herself about to come again, struggling to hold back and maintain the illusion that she wasn't enjoying his rough sex. Fortunately, Jason pulled out just in time and flipped her over onto her back.

Again feebly offering resistance to his advances Marie help up her arms trying to push him back only to have them slapped away and held down at her sides. Without guidance he entered her wet pussy and began fucking her again. Grunting she turned her head to one side and started moaning as if in pain to his hips pounding into her body. By now he was furiously fucking her and she could tell even he was on the brink, if she could hold on for only a little while longer she could come when he did. Fortunately he pulled out when he did and shot his load onto her belly, releasing her own explosive orgasm. Her pussy squirted long strings of pussy juice onto his cock and she screamed with each bucking thrust of her body, all too soon her passion subsided and she lay on her back on the ground smiling like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar. Her rapist kneeled in front of her his jaw agape.

"You enjoyed that?" he asked.

"Oh please you don't actually think you did anything I didn't want you to did you?" she smirked.

"You fucking bitch!" he reached forward to punch her in the face, Marie easily blocked the punch, rolled onto her side and kicked him square in the jaw. 

Jason fell down from the force of the blow and Marie pounced on him while he was still dazed. Rolling him onto his stomach she wrenched his arm behind his back and pinned him down. Jason screamed in pain this time and Marie laughed holding his arm in the position that hurt him the most.

"Stop! Stop! You're going to break my fucking arm!" he shouted. Marie let go.

"Oh please you can't honestly tell me that you didn't like that." She giggled bouncing up and down on his back. "I love pain, I love being taken against my will and smacked around and strangled I love all of it."

"You're fucking psycho." He whimpered not trying to fight her. 

"Me? Psycho?" Marie asked holding her hand on her chest as if shocked by his accusation.

"Get off me bitch." He commanded. Marie stood gathering her skirt and soaking panties.

"You're no fun." She told him pouting. Jason looked at her like he wanted to try and punch her again but thought better of it and started putting his clothes back on. Marie pulled her tube top back up and pulled on her skirt.

"Thanks for the hot sex at least sorry I pissed in front of you." She turned and walked away without waiting for his response. It took some time but she made it back to the party and finally found her boyfriend Gerald in a bedroom lying next to some cute Asian girl under the blankets. She pulled the blanket over her naked body trying to hide herself from view.

"There you are." Marie told Gerald. She jumped into the bed next to the Asian girl trapping her between Marie and Gerald.

"Marie, this is Manko. Manko, my girlfriend Marie."

"Hi nice to meet you, you're hot." Marie held out her hand for Manko to shake.

"Um, yeah hi." Manko looked back and forth between them obviously confused but she shook Marie's hand. "Pleasure." She added sitting up and holding the blanket over her modest tits. Marie playfully yanked off the blanket and then pulled her tube top down exposing her own ample bosom.

"Don't hide yourself here it's all good." She said laying down. Manko continued to sit up no longer trying to hide her nudity.

"You two are weird." Manko laughed.

"Still got to piss?" Gerald asked Marie. Her body had been so full of fluid that even though she pissed a bucket earlier she had to pee again although not as bad.

"Actually I sprung a leak in front of some guy named Jason earlier but I have to pee again already."

"So pee." Manko said. "Just let loose on the blankets I'll wash them later."

"You like watching people piss?" Marie asked Manko smiling. Marie leaned back more and raised her hips using her legs to hold herself up.

"I love it, in fact wait a second." Manko moved over between Marie's legs so that when Marie started pissing it hit her right in the belly. "I'm drunk off my ass too."

"I guess you're letting me piss all over you." Marie's urine finally sprung from her and she pushed to make as high an arc as she could. The force of her pee hitting Manko in the chest made it splash spraying her legs.

"I do not believe what I am watching." Gerald announced while Marie pissed onto Manko's body.

Manko laughed and leaned her head back to keep the urine spray from splashing her in the face. Marie pushed on her bladder trying to push out as much pee as she could, although she had never done anything like this before she was enjoying it immensely. When her piss finally ran out she wasn't sure who was more disappointed, her or Manko.

"That was fun I love you." Marie told Manko.

"Thanks." Manko replied.

"So can I keep her?" Gerald asked. The two women gathered up the soaking bedding and placed it in the hamper.

"I thought you'd never ask." Marie tapped Manko on the shoulder and looked her body up and down. She was well built with rippling muscles that betrayed her workout schedule, her ass was tight and her legs were long and she actually was taller than Marie was but had a much smaller cup size.

"I say yes she's hot, kinky and a good lay right?" Marie asked him. He nodded.

"Thanks for treating me like a sex doll." Manko giggled.

"It's settled you're now our official sex doll." Marie hugged her emphatically. 

"Why do I get the feeling I'm in deep trouble." Manko asked smiling.



Party Time



I'm not overly fond of company parties. The pretenses are too strong, and there are few people worth talking to at all. However, they are a necessary evil I have come to accept in this life.

You know my distaste for being here, and you know just how to fill that void of interest; keep my mind and body on yours. You are dressed in a suit and me in a deep burgundy dress falling loosely to the top of my breasts with a scooped back. The pleasurable tension of unfulfilled desires, peaking, receding, ebbing and flowing, is there all night. We idly sip wine, while your hands wander under the tablecloth and my napkin, over my knees, raising my skirt. You squeeze my inner thigh, teasing and tickling your fingers close to my pussy. I can feel the wetness growing between my legs. You don't move beyond light teasing and such...nothing too serious. It keeps a smile on my face as I listen to each of these dullards spin off tales of their lives and kids and homes. Am I really supposed to care? 

After dessert, we move to the dance floor together. We dance for awhile, brushing our bodies close a kiss here and there; just enough tantalizing touches, that we never can resist. Our bodies are heated from the faster numbers, but a slow one comes on; a Bryan Adams tune. I smile and melt into your arms. My body molds perfectly to yours, my breasts pressed against you, giving you a perfect view down to my bare chest. 

I follow your eyes down to my cleavage and the tips of my nipples, now erect from the knowledge of our shared desire. I can practically read your thoughts as your baby blue eyes drift up to mine again, sparkling and filled with the passion we share so strongly. The connection is tugging us again, and I shiver as we sway slowly. You tease your hand up my spine then down as I move my hips to your sin a slow grind. You squeeze my ass lightly and kiss my ear nibbling. 

"Oooh, you want to play that game, hm?" I whisper as I return the caress to your ear. I lead our bodies into a darker corner of the floor, and our dance of seduction. 

I let my hand unzip your pants slowly, and you gasp. There are at least a hundred people surrounding us, but I don't care as we sway, barely keeping up the pretense of dancing. I start gripping your cock moving my fist over you slowly squeezing. I tease your balls a bit and your precum leaks out. I take some on my finger feeding it to us. Our lips crash into a deep kiss, and you can smell my arousal. Your finger slips up my silk encased thigh as our tongues toy with each other, sucking, tasting, teasing. 

Someone coughs near us, and we break the kiss, flushed, sweating slightly. You zip up quickly, but I shake my head and wink.

Wait? Never! I take your hand, leading and pulling you with me to a closet just out of the dining hall. We step inside, not bothering to lock the door. You roll my skirt up around my hips squeezing and caressing. I work your zipper down and cock out. You shove me to the wall harshly and we kiss wildly. I pull your cock into my pussy begging you to fuck me, make me your whore.

"You're such a hungry cum whore...can never wait, huh?" you pump hard into my pussy and squeeze my ass. My hands go on a journey of their own and find your ass squeezing and letting my finger tease your hole. I start to fuck my finger in and out of you slowly, curling and wiggling it. 

You run a hand up and down my nylon covered legs as you begin to fuck in and out of my eager cunt. We have lost all control, begging each other moaning loud, kissing, grinding, thrusting. We are driving each other wild. Our lips are locked while we continue finger fucking each other. My pussy envelopes you in its soft folds, gripping and squeezing. I feel your grasp my breast, tugging and rolling my nipples, one at a time. It is too much from all the build up to now, and I scream as I cum hard all over your cock. I push you to the opposite wall, our bodies still locked, with the force of my cumming. Soon, you explode deep in me, our cum dripping and leaking from my hole.

Our arms wrap around each other trying to catch our breath and rearrange our clothes. You put a finger under my chin, lifting my gaze to yours. "I think it's time to go home." 



Party Time



It was a humid summer night in Upstate New York; the air was thick and sticky. Kerrie was walking home to her two bedroom apartment. She had just come from a "Slumber Party" at her friend, Gina's. Kerrie and Gina lived a block from each other. Kerrie had purchased some "toys" at the party along with some lingerie. Although, she had no one to wear it for. It still made her feel sexy. She had so much fun at the party she was thinking about hosting her own at her apartment. It was such a discreet and easy way to shop, instead of going into one of those slimy porn shops. 

Kerrie arrived at her apartment five minutes later. She unlocked the door to the building and walked quietly upstairs. By now, everyone was asleep. There were three other tenants in the building. It was late and they all worked the next day. Kerrie had the next day off, she planned on staying up late and sleeping in late.

Kerrie unlocked her door and walked in with a smile. She loved coming home to her apartment. It always put her in a better mood. Everything was so bright. She made the apartment so welcoming with her décor. She was proud of her little home. She slipped off her hot pink flip flops and threw her purse down on the plush sofa. She carried her little red "Slumber Party" bag with handles, into her spacious bedroom. She took the lingerie out and immediately hung it in her walk-in closet. She had bought a hot pink lacy teddy that had clips for thigh highs. That was her favorite. She kept two pieces out. She then took out her "toys" she had purchased; a mini vibrator that resembled a lipstick perfectly, and a small pink vibrator with tiny bumps all over it. It was about five inches long. She never did understand some women who bought the humongous double ended dildos. She giggled out loud.

She made a mental note to put the "lipstick" in her purse. You never know when you'll need it, she thought. She had a bad habit of masturbating in odd places. Once, she had gone to a public park with Trisha, one of her good friends. Trisha brought along her boyfriend, Matt. The two walked under the pavilion and started making out heavily. Trisha always did that. Matt started massaging Trisha's breasts through her tight tee. He was putting his hand between Trisha's legs and rubbing while she pulled on his hair. Matt always turned Kerrie on. He was absolutely gorgeous. Not to mention a complete man whore. Kerrie made an excuse that she was tired and went back to her car to take a "nap". She was actually beyond horny and needed to get herself off. Once she got into the car she unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hand under her panties and rubbed herself while she thought of Matt and his bulging cock in his jeans. Then she started thinking about Trisha's pussy and how wet it probably was at that moment. She brought herself to orgasm in less than a minute.

Kerrie loved men, but lately she had been thinking a lot of the same sex. It was something about their soft skin, their lips, and their breasts that drove her crazy sometimes. She didn't exactly think of herself as bi-sexual or even curious. She was second guessing herself. She assumed she was attractive to the same sex as well. She was proud of her toned, tight body. She was five-nine. One hundred and forty pounds. She had silky soft dark brown hair that fell a little past her shoulders. Her eyes were big and brown. Just like her Mother's. She loved being outdoors and it showed from her natural tan. Her breasts were a full 38C. Her lips were just a little pouty. She was the object of a lot of neighborhood men when she ran. She never noticed. Kerrie was the best in the high school track team. That was seven years ago. She was lucky to still have the body she had back then. She worked out five times a week and watched what she ate. She didn't ever starve herself though. She allowed herself a couple days a month to really indulge.

Kerrie undressed and left her clothes in a heap next to her bed. She went to the bathroom to run some hot water for a long bath. Her bathroom was completely decorated in palm trees. She loved palm trees. She had always dreamed of living on the beach, running in the morning on the shore when no one was awake yet. She thought maybe once she was done with college she would try it out. She was going to become a pharmacist. It was definitely hard work and seemed to be taking her forever to get there.

While the hot water was running, she walked naked through her apartment to her kitchen. She always walked around naked. She was on the second floor and her blinds and drapes were always shut at night. Sometimes she fantasized about someone watching her. She definitely had an imagination to her. She opened the refrigerator and reached for a bottle of white wine. She shivered a bit as the coldness from the refrigerator mingled with her nipples, making them stand at attention. She poured a glass to the rim and went back in the bathroom.

Kerrie set the glass down near the tub and lit some lavender candles. They helped relax her. She put the candles on the edge of the tub and turned off the lights. She stepped into the steaming hot water and sighed.

She was in there for almost a half an hour and the water was warm now. She had finished her glass of wine. She was never much of a drinker. When she went out to the bars with her friends, it only took her a few drinks to be buzzed. However, with wine, it took much less. One full glass and she was tingly. Not to mention, a tad horny.

Kerrie put the glass down and started rubbing her soapy breasts. Her hand moved down past her navel, to her neatly groomed mound. She slid two fingers between her lips and slowly moved it up and down, rubbing against her clit. Kerrie bit her lip and laid her head against the back of the tub, moaning softly. With her free hand, she pinched and rubbed her nipples. She started rubbing her pussy faster and realized she was about to come. She stopped and stepped out of the tub. She blew out the candles and wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel and dried herself off quickly.

She went into the bedroom and picked up the two pieces she had set out earlier to sleep in. She slid the black lace see-through boy shorts on, then the matching camisole that barely contained her full, perky breasts. Kerrie glanced at the pink vibrator on the bed and walked out of the room. She was a bit leery to try it because she had always used her hand to get herself off. She never put her fingers in her. It wasn't because she was scared; she was definitely not a virgin. She just had never put something like that in her.

She walked to her computer in the living room and booted it up. She checked her e-mail and all the forums she frequented. Then she went to Sapphic Erotica, a lesbian porn site. In her opinion, it was tasteful lesbian porn. She tried this site once and loved it so much she paid for a subscription for a full two years. There was another reason why she was second guessing her sexuality. The videos were always hot and gave her things to think about while she was masturbated.

Kerrie sat at her desk for almost an hour. Eyes glued to the screen as she watched several different videos. In one video, there were six girls playing "Spin the Bottle". They took turns passionately kissing each other. That led to the girls nibbling and licking each other's breasts. Eventually they ended up totally naked and in an orgy. A redhead eating out a blonde girl, while another girl was sitting on the blonde's face. Kerrie was getting so turned on; she almost came just watching these videos. She got up and went to the bedroom. She figured she would do a quick "rub-down" as she liked to call it, and then get some sleep.

She carried a candle in with her and lit it. When she masturbated, she didn't like the lights totally off and leaving them on was too bright she thought. She made sure the blinds and drapes were totally shut. She slid off her boy shorts and threw them on the floor. She noticed they were soaked. Kerrie stood by the bed and stared at the pink vibrator. She felt silly for being so cautious of a vibrator. She climbed on the bed and reached to her nightstand for lube. She put some on the vibrator and switched it on. She leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs. She touched her breasts with the vibrator, making her nipples wet with lube. She put it between her breasts like a real cock and moved it up and down. Kerrie moved "Pink" down to her throbbing pussy and rubbed her clit with the tip. The vibrations against her clit made her spasm and arch her back. She moaned loudly and gripped the covers with one hand.

Kerrie slid the tip into her pussy slowly. "Ohhhhhh...." she whispered. She pushed it in deeper, until there was about an inch left. Then she pulled it out, still keeping some of it in her, then slid it back in. "Mmmmm..." she moaned. She was moving her hips in rhythm with her hand.

She took it out of her and held it upright with one hand and lowered herself onto it, as if straddling a man. She thought about Matt's cock...bulging against his jeans whenever she saw him. She pictured herself riding him. He would be sucking on her nipples and she would be slamming herself onto him, making her breasts bounce in his face. She started riding the vibrator faster and harder. With her free hand she brought her breast up near her mouth and circled her nipple with her tongue. She almost came right then. Then she reached down to rub her clit as she slid up and down "Pink".

She closed her eyes and then pictured herself, again, riding Matt's hard cock while Trisha sat on his face. Matt would plunge his tongue deep into Trisha's bald pussy and Trisha would cry out and grip Kerrie's breasts and bite them. Trisha would move her hand down to Kerrie's clit and flick it with her fingers. The two girls would kiss passionately kiss while Kerrie slid up and down Matt's rock hard cock.

Kerrie's fantasy was driving her wild. She slammed deeper and faster onto the vibrator, crying out. Her breasts bouncing with her. She felt a shudder and cried out. "Ohhh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was still in her fantasy, thinking about Matt bucking his hips upward into her as she came down on him. She felt spasm after spasm, and continued to ride, increasing each spasm, until she felt a deep shudder. She yelled out and collapsed onto her back. She pulled the vibrator out and turned it off. She set it next to her and smiled.

Kerrie closed her eyes and instantly fell asleep. 



Party Time



A group of them had been meeting for a few months. It was a nice group of kids, most of them regularly attended the parties, but there were always a few different ones. It was by invitation only. John had to be careful to have the same number of boys and girls. So far the evenings had been typical makeout sessions. Lots of kissing, pretty hot and heavy, as well as some petting. Some girls didn't allow much petting. but some allowed more, including under the clothes. It seemed pretty exciting for the group of high school seniors, mostly because the partners were always changing. No boy/girl friends were allowed. Everyone was completely "single", and no-one had the same partner two times in a row. But it was soon to take a turn that would make all of this very ordinary.

The parties were held in John's basement, a nicely finished room with two couches, some chairs, a TV, and a good sound system. Even an outside entrance. The nicest thing about the room was that John's parents never came down. Maybe it wasn't so nice for John. His parents didn't really give a damn about him. He could do about anything he wanted as long as it didn't affect them. To be fair, his mom had died years before, and his dad was remarried. Since his mom had died, John pretty much raised himself. All in all, he had turned out well, so far. But you can see why his house was such a popular spot.

The night that began to change things started as an ordinary night. Each couple was deeply engrossed in kissing and fondling, enjoying the music and each other. Just before things would start to wrap up, Tyler went over to John, interrupting the couple in mid-grope.

"Dude, I gotta go upstairs. Can we use your room?" Tyler asked.

"What for?" said John, very unhappy to be interrupted.

"Cassandra is hot! Man, I'm all over her, and she's willing to do it. We need a bed!"

"What?" John was amazed. "You want to use my room to screw Cassandra?"

"Man, I want to use any room to screw Cassandra. I'd do it in the hall, but she wants a bed." Tyler was desperate. "And you said your parents aren't home. Come on, Man!"

"Shit, go ahead. But don't make a mess!" John couldn't argue much more, and he was anxious to get back to his girl for the evening.

Tyler and Cassandra ran up the stairs, and didn't return until most people were gone. In the meantime, another new event had taken place.

Everyone knew where Tyler and Cassandra had gone, and what they were doing. It seemed to make the temperature rise in the room, knowing that one of the couples was actually having sex right there in the house. So when Joan broke out of her embrace to go to the bathroom, Evan was turned on enough to give her a challenge. He had gotten her blouse completely open, and her bra undone, so that he had been enjoying complete access to her bare tits. 

Now, understand, the basement room was close to complete darkness. Each person could see their partner, but not that well. The only light in the room was a dim table lamp at the foot of the stairs, and it sat in an alcove that limited where its light spread to only the center of the room. All of the seats were away from there, leaving the couples in the dark. But to get to the bathroom, a person had to walk to the center of the room, past the stairs and the lamp, into the next room. Though the lamp was dim, it cut through the darkness at that location, so anyone walking past was easily seen by everyone.

Evan challenged Joan saying, "I dare you to go topless." 

He was hoping she was as turned on as he was. He knew that she loved to be the center of attention, and she was a bit of an exhibitionist. And after all, she had let him nearly strip her topless after Tyler and Cassandra had left to have sex. With all of this, he thought he might have a chance of her accepting the challenge.

Joan had sat perfectly still since Evan had issued his challenge, but suddenly she moved her shoulders so that her blouse slid down her arms, and she slid the bra straps down as well. She sat there topless, looking at Evan.

"Go ahead," Evan smiled.

Joan smiled back, slowly stood up, and walked proudly into the lighted part of the room, past the lamp, and through the door. There were a couple gasps as some saw her walk exposed through the light, but most had missed it altogether. After the toilet flushed and the door opened, everyone in the room was watching to see Joan come back through the door. Would she still be topless?

Indeed she was. Walking tall and proud, her round, beautiful breasts swaying gently as she went, on total display for everyone to see. There were more gasps, and several of the guys cheered her. Some of the girls liked it as well, but some slapped their partners for enjoying it too much. In fact a couple of the girls left soon afterward, before the party had broken up.

Before the next party several changes took place. John brought an old single mattress in from the garage and put it in the next room. It was a laundry room with a bathroom, and had sufficient room for the mattress. John didn't want people using his bed any more for sex. Well, unless it was him.

Another change was the people he invited. The girls who had seemed offended by Joan being topless were not invited, and others were discussed as to their willingness to go along with such behavior. Only girls thought to be willing to indulge in more wild behavior were invited. The guys were chosen as well, but they were easier to pick. Most guys would happily participate.

The last change was during the party itself. John announced that in order for the girls to use the bathroom, they would have to go topless, as Joan had done. The guys had decided that it was worth a try. They did it mostly as a joke, not really expecting the girls to go along with it. But they were hoping.

It was only a few minutes after the announcement that Tricia announced that she had to use the bathroom, and proceeded to strip to the waist. She walked to the center of the room with a smile and turned around to give everyone a good view of her perky breasts. She proceeded into the bathroom receiving a round of applause. Just after she returned, Joan did the same, revealing her larger breasts to all. Cassandra was the third girl to do it. None seemed to have been gone long enough to actually use the toilet, and they all stayed naked to the waist upon their return, much to the delight of their partners. Two other girls did not follow suit, and the makeout party began with three bare chested girls and two fully clothed ones. Strangely, the dressed ones felt out of place, and before too long Rosie joined the half naked girls trekking to the bathroom. That left Gia, who finally gave it up and went along, though she walked so fast and hid her breasts so well that no-one got much of a look. It wasn't until after the party that the guys realized that no-one had even remembered the mattress that had been available in the next room, as they returned it to the garage.

The same group of people came to the next session, and it was decided that from then on all the girls would be topless for the party. The guys made the rule, of course, but the girls were agreeable. Most were excited about flaunting their bodies in front of the guys. Gia wasn't enthusiastic about it, but she wanted to go along with the others because they were her friends. She liked being one of the gang. And a part of her liked showing off her body, though she didn't like to admit it.

Joan couldn't make it to the next party, so it was decided to invite Amy. A couple of the girls had approached her quietly, trying to be sure that she would be okay with the rules of the party. When they decided she was willing, the invitation was given. This was the way it would be for the group anytime a new person was added. 

At this party things really started getting wild. The girls all stripped to the waist at the beginning, according to the new rule. Amy was last, of course, but when she saw the others doing it she went along willingly. Up until this point the guys had pretty much stayed dressed. The girls would often squeeze their dicks, and the guys would often cream in their pants, but that was about it. Until tonight. 

Things had naturally gotten hotter since the girls were topless. All of them, from the beginning of each night. More moans were heard, and more of everything was done as they were all more turned on. Finally the mattress in the other room got some use. Cassandra was with John on this night, and after the party had been going on for a good while, Cassandra's moans could be heard by everyone. Soon the couple walked hand in hand through the light and through the door. Everyone knew why.

Moans started coming from the other room as the rest of the people stopped most of what they were doing in an embarrassed but interested silence. Muffled words could be heard, but not understood. Soon the unmistakable sounds of intercourse echoed through the room. Cassandra was trying to be quiet but her moans escaped her as she neared her climax.

They all heard Cassandra whimper through her orgasm while some groans came from John as well. It was several minutes later that they reappeared, shyly, back into the main room. Amy then went in by herself, but didn't stay long. Not to use the bathroom, she came back out with a towel and proceeded to wipe up the floor in front of them. She had gotten into the swing of things quite well, and had jacked off Ron, but not in his pants. She had pulled it out of his pants, making him cum on the floor. This was another first.

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Everyone who had been to the last party seemed willing to do just about anything, even if they were a bit inexperienced. A few in the group had come up with a daring idea. But they had to make sure that all of the people attending were willing and bold enough.

After conversations with the gang, they were ready for the party. Everyone showed up early, anxious and seemingly nervous. They all knew something unprecedented was to take place. John explained the rules for the night.

"Everyone's name is on a slip of paper in this bowl, boys on blue and girls on white. One of each will be picked for each round. Each round consists of one of these sex acts - masturbating yourselves, masturbating each other, oral sex, fucking missionary style, and fucking in any other position."

There were some gasps and muted mumbling, but no real talking after John's announcement. Everyone seemed stunned, or perhaps embarrassed. Nervous, for sure. Though everyone had an idea of what was to take place, to hear it confirmed out loud came as a shock.

"Everyone will have to be naked when they do this, but I think we should all be naked the whole time," John continued. "Does anybody have a problem with any of this?" Everyone nervously looked at the floor, then slowly at each other. Finally John said," Okay then, everyone strip and we can get started."

The guys were pretty quick to remove their shoes and socks as well as their shirts. Then they stopped, partly from shyness and partly because the girls were getting very interesting to look at. They had all taken off their shoes. Cassandra, Amy, and Tricia had removed their blouses and bras, allowing all the guys to enjoy the sight of three pairs of breasts jiggling right in front of them. Rosie wasn't far behind, but seemed to be enjoying looking at the girls as well. Gia was the slowest, as she was having a little trouble stripping in front of the whole room.

Pants started to drop, gradually leaving everyone in only their underwear. Everyone was staring, at both sexes. The guys were excited at the wonderous bodies of the girls, but they couldn't help but try to compare the bulges of the other guys to their own. The girls checked out the other girls but mostly took their own mental measurements of the bulges.

Amy was first to start sliding her panties down, and each of the others followed suit. The guys loved seeing the girls' tits hang down in front as they bent over, and their dicks hardened some more. The girls stood, naked, looking, and it finally dawned on the guys that they had to finish stripping. John and Evan suddenly pulled their shorts down and off in one quick move, and the others followed, but more nervously. They all stood looking, feeling excited and very stupid. John broke the tension.

"Why don't we all sit around in a circle, and we'll draw the first names."

He continued as everyone lowered themselves to the floor, now shyly hiding themselves just a bit. "Now, last chance. Is everyone okay with what I've described? There can't be any backing out once we start."

No-one said anything. All eyes were averted except for a few accidental glances.

"Okay, who wants to draw the first names?" John asked. 

Tricia was sitting closest to the bowl of names, so she reached over. "I'll do it."

"One of each," John said.

She pulled out a white and a blue slip of paper. "Amy." she said, reading the white slip.

"Oh, my God!," said Amy, dropping her head into her hands. "No, not first!' She lifted her head up, her eyes wide and a look of surprise on her face. There was also enough of a smile to tell the others that she would do it.

Everyone else smiled and muttered their approval. It continued as Tricia read the blue slip. "Evan." 

Evan looked a little surprised, but said nothing. Everyone looked around, glad it was not them, waiting for directions.

"Okay, you two move into the middle here," John directed. They did this, with the others anxiously positioning themselves for viewing the show.

Amy and Evan looked at each, nervous and questioning.

Evan looked at John and asked, "And we are just supposed to ... masturbate?"

John answered. "That's right, man. Just do it to yourselves like you do in your own rooms." 

Amy and Evan again looked at each other nervously. As Evan's dick was standing straight out from his body, it didn't take much for him to get started. In fact by this time it was aching to be touched. His hand slipped to his lap and wrapped itself around his shaft. Mumbles of approval were heard as he slowly moved his hand up the shaft. He closed his eyes in relief as his hand moved back down the shaft, grateful for the pleasurable feeling and ending the nervousness he had felt for being on display. He started stroking his penis, slowly, opening his eyes to see the others staring in appreciation at the show. 

As Evan kept stroking his dick, Cassandra said, "Come on Amy, you'd better get started."

Amy just looked at Cassandra. Still with a kind of vacant stare, her right hand moved down to her bush, slowly moving further to her slit. She rubbed slowly, automatically, finally seeming to break her trance. She broke her gaze at Cassandra, looked at the floor shyly, then glanced around the room at the faces looking at her snatch, as well as at Evan. As she looked at Evan stroking his erection, her attention shifted to that. Her excitement finally started to increase as she watched Evan stroking his dick.

Evan tried to stroke slowly, tried to get his mind off what he was doing, as he knew it wasn't going to be long before he shot his load. He looked over at Amy's crotch, he looked around the room seeing nothing but sexy, naked bodies. He closed his eyes to avoid looking at anything but saw everything anyway. He couldn't get it out of his mind. Stroking slowly wasn't an option any longer as his speed increased. His hand moved up and down the entire shaft and he felt the cum building, straining to get out. It was no use, he could not control it. He squeezed hard and stroked quickly, groaning as cum shot high into the air. There were a couple of small gasps from the crowd, and after a few spurts Evan slowly squeezed the last few drops out of his dick. 

The attention of the other kids quickly turned to Amy. She had watched Evan cum, and it caused her to finally get into the action. Her pussy was now wet, and it felt so good as she rubbed her lips and slipped two fingers into her hole. Her breathing was now quick and shallow as her fingers pushed hard into her hole. The squishing was audible now, and Amy was starting to whimper a little. Her legs spread as she kept rubbing, giving everyone on that side a good view. Most of the other people moved around to get a good view of her snatch. Her eyes were closed, her mind lost in the enjoyment, she was no longer thinking of the people watching her. Her thumb found her swollen clit as she pushed a third finger in. In a matter of a few minutes she was getting close. Suddenly she fell onto her back, her knees spreading wide, her hand working feverishly in her crotch. Her other hand, which had been steadying herself, now cupped her breast and began pulling and twisting her nipple. She was moaning steadily now and her hips began pushing her cunt up into her hand. She grunted with each thrust now, fucking her fingers, and then her orgasm overcame her. A few pelvic thrusts into the air and then she settled down onto the floor, still cumming but calming down with a couple of whimpers. She rolled onto her side with her hand still between her legs. 

Gradually she seemed to awaken to her surroundings, looking around and then covering her face with her free hand. Applause broke out, and Gia wrapped her arms around her. Everyone complimented her, and she sat up, avoiding eye contact. She was embarrassed at what she had done, and glad it was over. But yet she was proud at the same time. 

The rest of the room took a deep collective breath, Excitement and surprise filled the room. John gradually took the bowl of names and began talking. "Okay, wow, uh, that was really great you two. Thanks, ah, that was hot! Uh, okay, is everyone ready for the next couple?" He handed the bowl over to Amy. She grabbed a slip of paper and threw it back to John, who read, "Tricia."

Tricia let a small gasp escape, and John handed the bowl to Evan. Tyler's name was picked, and he quietly said, "Yesss!" As those two scooted into the center of the crowd, Tyler said, "I am so turned on!"

"Okay," John said, "you two are to masturbate each other." Everyone murmured approval as Tricia and Tyler looked into each other's eyes. Tyler then looked at Tricia's breasts. Larger than Amy's, they hung nicely on her chest, and her nipples were noticeably hardened. He reached over to tweak one, and Tricia smiled nervously. He cupped the whole breast, and their lips moved closer and ended in a kiss. He kept mauling her tits and her hands roamed over his chest. Her hands continued down his body and into his pubic hair. Her hand then turned and slipped Tyler's dick between her thumb and fingers at its base. She squeezed, causing a moan from Tyler. He broke the kiss and let his hand also move down to her crotch.

They broke away a little, allowing room for their hands and arms to move. They sat side by side, rubbing the other's genitals. Her fingers traced their way up Tyler's shaft, around the knob, pulling at the tip. His hand dipped between her legs and massaged her pussy lips. He felt the dampness already there, and slipped between her lips, finding her hole. As he reached two fingers into her as far as he could reach, she wrapped his penis in her fingers and began sliding up and down. His attention quickly shifted to his own member, which had nearly been ready to explode just from watching Amy masturbate. Now Tricia's hand was coaxing his prick to release its load, and it was just about to. His hand did little in Tricia's cunt as his hips began pumping into her hand. She knew he was about to lose it, and she pumped harder and faster and felt his shaft swell even more. She moved away a bit so that his spray would not hit her, and he erupted with his cum spurting to the pleasure of the crowd. She rubbed her thumb up the underside of his shaft milking all of his cum out.




Party Time



Tyler recovered, realizing his hand was still in Tricia's lap. He moved his fingers back inside her hole and hugged her close, partly to give him more time to recover. As he did, he moved down her body, his tongue tracing over her tit and swirling around her nipple. He bit it lightly, bringing a gasp from her, and sucked it into his mouth, bringing a groan. She was enjoying this double attack on her body, especially after being ignored for the past few minutes. His fingers were pushing hard into her hole. They found her sensitive spot and rubbed it, making her moan. She pushed her pelvis into his hand, and her tit into his mouth. His tongue beat rapidly on her nipple while his other hand found her other tit. She had been turned on before, but this three-pronged attack on her was driving her wild. Feeling a third finger push into her cunt and the palm of his hand rubbing her clit, Tricia had a climax quickly building. She pulled his head further onto her tit with one hand, and pulled his hand harder into her pussy with the other, She lost herself in the feeling and was soon moaning into her climax, cumming hard into his hand. When she quit pumping he tried pulling his hand away from her cunt but she wouldn't let him. She held it there for another minute before letting him go, closing her legs, and trying to remember how much of a show she had just put on for her friends.

As they heard congratulations from everyone, John reached for the bowl of names again. "My God," he said. "What a night. Now, the next couple is for oral sex," he said as his dick was throbbing. He gave the bowl to Tricia, who chose Cassandra, then Tyler chose Brian.

As they got into the center, Cassandra said, "Hell, since all the guys are going to blow their loads so quickly anyhow, I might as well do you first."

Brian couldn't disagree. He felt like he was about to burst from all that he had seen so far, and was anxious to cum. Cassandra knelt down in front of him and took his penis into her hand, pushing it from side to side to inspect it. She smiled up at Brian as she opened her mouth and slid his tip in. Her tongue wiggled over his crown, then she pushed more of it into her mouth. Her hand was wrapped around his base, stroking the shaft as her mouth did the same. It took only a few strokes before Brian began moaning, working quickly toward his orgasm. Someone said, "Swallow." and soon there was a chant, "Swallow, swallow, swallow."

As he shot his load, Cassandra had little choice but to keep her lips wrapped tightly around his head. His cum shot out hard, hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly to get ready for the next spurt, and the next. She nearly gave up, but then his spurts had little left in them, so her swallowing could catch up. That earned her murmurs of congratulations as she licked his penis clean.

Cassandra laid down on the floor, a towel under her head, and Brian took his position between her legs. He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them, reaching down to feel her pussy, which was quite wet. He played with it for a minute, pushing a finger inside, then licking it off, to the delight of Cassandra and everyone else. Brian asked for someone to get him a pillow, which he placed under Cassandra's hips for elevation. He knelt down to get to business, first licking along the outside of her pussy lips, then holding them open with his fingers and licking down the center, covering the entire length. 

Brian found her hole with his tongue and pushed it inside, slowly and deliberately, rotating it a bit to get maximum coverage as well as penetration. He pushed in and out several times, then covered her entire pussy with his wide open mouth and sucked, letting his tongue lick everything it could reach. Cassandra was moaning quietly, moving her hips in excitement, and squeezing his head between her legs. It was a wonderful, sensual experience, after waiting all this time. She could feel the build up of her orgasm, the fastest she had ever felt it. Brian bit on her pussy lip lightly, sticking a finger into her hole, then went back to attacking her hole with his tongue. His finger found her clit, now hard and enlarged and quite sensitive. She yelped when he touched it, then he circled around it and flicked it with his finger. His tongue came up and took over flicking her clit, his fingers holding it up prominently while his other hand pushed its fingers into her pussy. It was at this point that her orgasm hit with a rush, causing her to scream out and shove her hips well up into the air. Brian managed to keep fingers and mouth where they were, so as not to cease the attack on her. He continued his manipulation as Cassandra had the longest, hardest orgasm of her life. When it was done Brian stroked her, and when he got out from between her legs she just laid there on display, spread eagle, not caring. It would be a full thirty seconds before she would close her legs, roll off the pillow into a fetal position, and let out a long, low moan.

It was to murmurs of approval that John again reached for the bowl. He was nearly beside himself with lust by this point. Four of them hadn't cum yet, after being witness to all of this sexual play. Evan and Tyler had already regained their erections. In fact Evan and Amy were cuddling, his arm around her resting on her tit, her hand holding his dick. Tyler and Tricia were also sitting close. John pushed the bowl toward Cassandra, who weakly picked a slip of paper out and let it flutter to the ground. Tricia picked it up and read, "Gia."

Gia smiled happily, nearly clapping her hands. John said, "You have to fuck..." and Gia stopped and moaned. She was so turned on, but she was also the shyest of the group. She needed to cum, but she didn't know if she was ready for this. Well, she would have to be.

John gave the bowl to Brian, who picked a slip of paper and finished John's sentence. "Ron."

John groaned. He was hoping it would be his name. Not because it was Gia, he just really needed to cum. Four of them hadn't had any satisfaction yet, and it was driving them all crazy. Ironically it was Gia and Rosie, the two shyest and most reluctant, that were the last two girls.

"Okay," said John. "Missionary style."

Ron and Gia looked at each other, but quickly took their positions. Gia had been reluctant, but she was more turned on than she had ever been. Since this was going to happen, she was ready for it.

Gia laid back with her legs together. Ron slid in beween them, feeling her pussy. He let out a moan when he felt how wet she was, and she let out a moan as his hand slid easily between her pussy lips and into her hole. Ron quickly withdrew his hand and laid down on top of her. His dick pushed against her pussy, searching for her vagina. Gia reached down and grabbed his dick, placing the tip at the entrance to her tunnel.

Feeling his dick head enter the hole, Ron pushed his hips forward sinking most of his shaft deep into Gia. She had had sex only a few times so her pussy was still tight, but she was so wet that he slid in with no trouble. Moans were heard, seemingly from everyone. Ron as he speared his shaft into the pussy, Gia as she was violently impaled on his cock, and some of the others as they watched the abrupt invasion of Gia's snatch. The sexual tension was so high that many almost felt they were getting fucked themselves.

As Ron pulled out and pushed into Gia, John had seen about all he could handle. "I can't wait any longer," he said to anyone listening, but Rosie in particular. They were the only ones left, the ones to go next. No drawing was needed. "Let's do it now," he said to Rosie.

Rosie was amazingly aroused as well. She could even feel her pussy leaking fluids. Watching all of this had been more than she could handle. Her fingers had stroked her cunt at a few different times, though she had tried to keep from doing it. When John wanted to fuck a little sooner than scheduled, she was all for it, and nodded her approval.

John grabbed her and nearly flung her down on the nearby couch, face forward. He kneeled down behind her, his cock pushing into her crotch. He reached down and held his cock, dragging it along her slit until he found her hole. He thrust himself into her full force, bottoming out completely inside her on the first thrust, causing a scream from Rosie. She was not hurt, just abruptly invaded to her inner core. John held it in deep for a second, then pulled nearly out and rammed it home again. Rosie cried out again in lust, pushing her hips back at him to feel the intrusion as deeply as possible.

Everyone was watching them fuck, except Ron and Gia who were lost in their own pleasure. Actually everyone was watching both couples violently fucking, and it was too much to withstand. Evan and Amy had been feeling each other up, but Amy was now driven over the edge. She turned quickly to face Evan, not letting go of his cock. She spread her legs around his and sat in his lap, guiding his cock into her and impaling herself on it in nearly one motion. She began bouncing up and down on Evan, driving his cock as deep into her as she could, her tits bouncing wildly around, her hair covering her face, looking like a wild woman.

Gia had just cum, and was now noticing the other couples around her in a fucking frenzy. She was surprised, and excited. She felt her orgasm rebuilding as she watched, and as Ron drove his cock deep into her. He groaned and drove in hard as his cum burst out into her depths. She drove her hips back into him as she pulled another orgasm out of her depths.

John had quickly reached his climax as he exploded deep into Rosie, pushing her hips hard into the couch. As he did this, Tricia and Tyler had joined together, cock deep inside pussy, rolling on the floor. Not so much fucking, they would take turns being on top, first Tricia, then Tyler, back and forth, the pressure of the changing positions causing the sensations deep inside.

John looked at Evan and Amy as they came violently at nearly the same time. Since John had cum quickly but Rosie hadn't, he had shoved four fingers inside her. Rosie was soon screaming with a shattering orgasm from the invasion. 

Tricia and Tyler settled down as they each orgasmed about the time Rosie did. Brian and Cassandra, who had most recently orgasmed, were the last to cum that evening. As they were locked in sexual frenzy, those who were able watched the couple fuck to orgasm. Finally everyone could calm down and catch their breath. Naked bodies were sprawled obscenely around the room, some on top of others, and no one seemed to care.

It was clear that all of the participants had been pushed to their limits. They had been brought to amazing sexual heights, strained to their limits, and had all cum at least once, some twice. It was a night that none of them would ever forget. Ironically, it was the last of the parties. Perhaps it was the realization that a night like this could not be repeated.



Party Time



At the time, although it was a dangerous thing to do, I did it because I was really lonely, and because it was fun. Afterwards I often felt more lonely than before, or ended up hating myself, but I would get over it in a few days and find myself thinking about it, and then doing it again.

I first did it at my kid sister's birthday party. A friend of hers was there, a girl I had never met, one of her classmates. My sister was sixteen, so this girl wasn't much older, but she was really filled out in the chest, so that the buttons on her shirt were stretched. Her hair was jet black and waved around her shoulders the way it does in shampoo commercials. She had a pretty smile and a relaxed air about her. The party was boring as I listened to them all squeal and laugh and I ate my cake unobtrusively in the background; I was going out later, but when I saw this girl, and saw her see me, I thought about changing my plans.

We met in the kitchen: she helped me bring in the dirty plates and glasses from the living room while the others played with the new video game dance mat that my sister got as a present. We made some idle chitchat, but far more than any other interest between us was this sexual tension that I had never felt with another girl before. She brushed her chest against my arm as she reached for a glass and I froze. 

She looked right in my face and did it again, harder. I smiled ever so slightly and then finished clearing the table. I went to the supply closet by the pantry, a walk-in space, and yanked the light on. She was right behind me, her hands encircling me and cupping my breasts. I turned and pulled her lips to mine and lost myself in a furious explosion of lust.

I popped some of her buttons opening her shirt. Her undershirt came up and her bra unclasped at the front and out popped two of the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Round and supple with proud nipples, they filled my hands and hungry mouth. She was panting and tearing at my clothing, taking off my top and bra, fumbling at my jeans. I felt my pussy wet and swollen, sweltering with heat. With my jeans open her hand slid inside my underwear and down to my slit. She rubbed my clit and I almost came right away. I leaned back against the shelves as she went to her knees and put her head between my legs. Her tongue was experienced, her technique expert, lapping up my juices and tantalizing my clit until I came with a groan and fell down on my ass. She took off her own pants and put her cunt on my face while she continued to lick and finger me. She was shaved bare and her pussy was expectant and wide.

Without much thought I went to work on her, my first time to go down on a woman. I was gratified to feel her stiffen and respond with yelps of pleasure from between my thighs. I licked and sucked, slid in my fingers one at a time until half my hand was in her, slipping in her juices. She shuddered in orgasm, once, twice, and the third time we came together, sweating and gasping for breath. It was great.

We got dressed wordlessly, checking each other to see if we could hide what had happened. I checked outside the closet and the coast was clear. I went to the upstairs bathroom, she to the downstairs one. I got her a sewing kit and she fixed her shirt buttons really fast. She kissed me once and then went back to the party.

I never learned her name and I never saw her again.

It didn't happen again for almost six months. As a junior in college, I was pretty busy and didn't get out so much. But a guy in my psychology class invited me to a party and I went without too much expectation. The party was a standard affair and the guy was a flake, so I was leaving when I met this guy in the living room who didn't even ask me to dance or offer me a drink, but just caught my elbow and pulled me over. He looked me right in the eye, deep and intent. He wasn't drinking at all and what I remember most was just this animal intensity in his gaze. After a moment he said, "I thought you were somebody else. I apologize."

"That's okay," I said. " I kinda liked it."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." I liked the look of him, and somehow things just came together in that moment. I tugged his arm in the direction of the bathroom, which was right there and miraculously empty at that moment. Without a pause he went in with me and we shut and locked the door. I was kissing him and he put his hands on me, gently, and then more insistently as I sucked on his tongue and ground my hip into his hardening crotch. He felt my hips and ass, then he rolled up my tank top and pushed up my bra. My nipples were painfully erect as he suckled at them. He scooped me up in his arms and put my ass on the counter where he could open my jeans and pull them down, panties and all.

Someone pounded on the door and he pounded back.

"Fuck off!" he said and then sank to his knees and sank his tongue in my cunt. His licking and slurping were enthusiastic, if not mind-blowing, but I was so lost in the strangeness of the moment that I didn't mind his inexpertise. After only a minute or so he came up with a thick hard-on jutting out of a mat of thick brown pubic hair.

"Stick it in me," I said, and slid my ass right to the edge of the counter. He set the tip of his dick between my lips, slipping it around to get it lubed, and then he was in me and I groaned as he filled my swollen pussy. He thrust away, his balls slapped my ass, his lips on mine and spilling all over my jaw. I felt a hollow space inside me - my womb, I suppose - that longed to be filled, like an itch inside me. His dick reached right in and almost touched it, giving me a taste of pleasure, but inflaming me more. I needed his cock in me, all at once; I needed him to hit that spot, to fill me up. It was the first time I ever felt that, and I shouted with surprise and need.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me so I could grind that cock into me more and more and more. It got closer and closer and my voice leaked out of me, a wailing series of grunts that mixed with his panting and echoed in the white bathroom. Someone was pounding on the door, angry voices shouting. Then the tip of his cock grew bright hot inside me; he hissed and twitched like mad in my grasp; and that was all I needed to reach that space inside me. I came hard and I raked my fingers across his back. I bucked and screeched until we collapsed on the floor. My orgasm shivered around inside me, aftershocks and quivers traveling up through me. The longing from my womb subsided, replaced by a warm glow. We lay there disengaged, panting on the floor, his semen running out of my cunt and my juices shining on his dick.

The door opened. Somebody said, "Oh, yeah!" and the sounds of the party spilled into the room and broke our little bubble. I didn't look up; I couldn't. "Close the fucking door!" he shouted. After a moment it shut. I smiled at him and then put my mouth on his soiled penis. Our mingled juices came off on my tongue. I had tasted a guy's come twice before and found it strange. I didn't hate it, it didn't gross me out, but it didn't exactly taste good, either. Mixed with the bitter taste of my cunt juice, though, it tasted fine indeed. I put one finger in my pussy and brought it up to my mouth, heavy with come. I licked it. There was something amazing about the whole thing.

His dick was clean, getting soft, and he was starting to look anxious. I let him go and pulled my pants back on while he straightened himself out. "Thanks," he said. He went to the door, waiting only to see that I got my shirt back on properly before he opened it.

"No problem," I said, and he left. I walked out of the party and just walked around the neighborhood dazed, almost drugged, just thinking and not thinking. I realized I should be worried about disease, about my reputation, or something, but I wasn't. It was the first time a guy had ever come in me; I was on the pill, but it was just something I got with my friend one time, as an extra precaution, and I had never thought about it. But I really like the feeling, walking after with the slickness inside me, slowly running out. I walked home and went into the bathroom. My panties were soaked with come and my pussy was still swollen with excitement. I masturbated in the bath and licked the come off my fingers, the radio playing to cover my moans from my roommate. 

Now, there were a few times after this when I went to a party and ended up having sex with somebody there, but I didn't start going to parties with the express intention of getting laid until after college and I was working at a publishing company in the city. I had a few relationships with guys, but none seemed to last very long. One of my boyfriends, a guy I let move in with me for a while, who I even thought about marrying, told me when he left that there was nothing there for him to relate to. He said I was empty inside. I didn't believe him, because I am here and he was just blind to it. But I did feel like I was kind of apart from everyone else, just a little sideways from the reality that everyone was so engaged in. I was really lonely.

I went to a party in town at the convention center of a big hotel, a promotion by my company. It was fancy dress with lots of wine and a band, but none of the people I knew were going and I was all alone. I decided I would just go and get drunk and get laid. I dressed in a hot red one-piece with black stockings and high heels, which I normally loathe. I took one look at myself in the mirror before I went in and I thought, "slut." I picked my way in, got a drink and tried to look interesting, but nothing happened. There were some attractive men there, but they were all taken or else unapproachable.

But I didn't give up, I just started making a circuit of the ballroom and listening to people's conversations. I figured that, like those other times, it would just happen; it didn't matter with whom. And I met this guy, an author, a big barrel of a man with glasses and a great black beard. He talked to me for a while and was much nicer than he needed to be. I didn't feel any chemistry between us until he took out a handkerchief and wiped at some crumbs that had gotten on my face. He touched me, and smiled; and I smiled at him, and it was there all of a sudden. I wanted him to fuck me, and then he wanted to fuck me. Before either of us could get uncomfortable about it, I said, "Come with me for a minute."

Slight pause: "Okay, sure."

There are a lot of places to fuck in these big hotels if you poke around some, and we found a darkened room with stacks of chairs and folded up tables. He pushed me in, then pulled me close and we kissed. His beard was warm and I liked the way it nestled our lips. I told him and he laughed. "You like that? Well, come on then." His hands were large and thick; they cupped my tits and ass in great massaging handfuls. I slid my hands over his back and shoulders, over his chest and belly and down to his trousers. I unbuckled his belt and let down his pants to rub his cock through his silk boxers. It stiffened gradually and came out to be stout and hard: not so long, but thick.

I sank to my knees and pulled out his penis. I kissed around the head and up and down the shaft, licking and getting it juicy. When I put it in my mouth he groaned with almost a purr, something I've never heard anyone else do quite like that. Because he wasn't so long I could get most of him in my mouth without gagging, and I really worked him over with long sucking strokes and short bobbing. He started hunching a little, trying to fuck my face, and I was getting very wet. I took my mouth off and said, "Let's try the main course."

He pulled up my dress and pulled down my underwear to reveal my garter-framed pussy, ready to go. I was actually a little taller than he which made it very easy for him to access me while standing. He pushed me back against the wall, held up my left leg and entered me. He grunted and thrust, and after we got a rhythm going we fit together very nicely. Endurance he had, and I came twice, small ones close together, with a third on the way when he said, "I'm getting close."

"Come inside me, just don't stop!" I managed.

"You sure?"

"Yes, do it!" The man flattened me against the wall with a sudden furious barrage of thrusts, grunting and cursing, sweat pouring off him as his warmth blossomed in me. I felt the heat of it and the surge shoot up against my cervix and that pushed me over the edge. I shouted out, then bit it off and jerked and squeezed at his cock. His breath hissed in his mouth as he finished with a series of short, stiff thrusts as he came down from his orgasm. He held onto me panting, his face in my bosom. My climax faded slowly and left me feeling like my legs were loose springs.

After a long moment he pulled out and wiped himself off with his handkerchief. He found his clothes and put them on. I took a gob of his sperm from my pussy with my middle finger and put it in my mouth. It melted there leaving a slight metallic aftertaste. I put my underwear back on.

"Thanks for making it an interesting party," he said.

"Thank you. I needed that."

"Me, too." He went back to the party, leaving me there. I stood in the room for a few minutes, and then I cried a little and went home. I don't know why I cried; not because of him, but maybe the sex just opened up some doors and let some stuff come out.

Now it sounds like this was some kind of therapy for me, and maybe it was, but it didn't always go so well. Sometimes it was awful, or even scary. I kept telling myself to stop it, to be careful; I thought I was being careful at the time, but I can see now how stupid I was. I went to parties at least once a week, and usually I found someone for a quick fuck, and I never once used protection beyond the pill.

I did it with a lot of guys and a few girls. One guy tried to make me fuck his dog. After so much it is truly a miracle that I didn't catch anything worse than a case of crabs (which itch like hell, let me tell you). I never learned the names of eighty percent of these people, and I never gave my real name (and I'm not going to start now). When it was good, like with the first few, it was mind-blowing, intense and even beautiful, something about how we came together out of chance and luck into a perfect experience.

One time I went to a party at some rich guy's house, a real mansion out of town, like a movie set or something. There was nice music and good food, and everyone was nice; I thought I could find someone good this time.

As usual I drifted slowly around, listening, testing the waters, checking to see if anyone was going to draw me in. It happened that there was someone that I knew at the party, one of my bosses. That was the one thing that scared me: the possibility that someone would find out about what I was doing. And though I hadn't done anything up to that point, I saw him from across the room and my heart leapt into my throat. I ducked out of sight and then spied to see if he had noticed me. It appeared that I was in luck. He chatted and laughed and quaffed his wine. I never liked him, and now I was pissed off that he had ruined everything.

Stalking through the house I thought about leaving, but then suddenly I saw him coming towards me down the hall. He was talking with some woman, laughing and holding her arm suggestively, and he hadn't seen me yet, so I ducked into a room and closed the door behind me. The room was a guest bedroom and it was occupied. A woman in a black dress was on the bed on all fours. A man was mounting her and holding her breasts from behind. The man looked up briefly upon my entrance, but he didn't stop their congress.

"Someone's come to watch," he told her.

"Tell them we're busy," she said through her pleasure.

"Maybe they want to join us. Well, do you?" He stared at me intently, a wry smile beneath his thin mustache. I didn't answer but I went over to the bed and sat beside them. The woman was very beautiful with long blonde hair tastefully done and expertly applied make-up. Her eyes were closed; she tilted and rotated hips gently to meet her man's thrusts, hissing and moaning softly. Her dress came up the front, and looped up around her neck, leaving her back bare; he had pulled her large breasts out the sides and they swayed with each stroke. He pinched and twisted her nipples with alternate tenderness and ferocity.

"Do they?" she gasped. I brushed the side of her face with one hand and took over one of her tits with the other, cupping it firmly. "So they do. What do they look like?"

"It's a girl."

"Is she pretty?"

"Not bad. You'll like her, my sweet." He nodded to me, indicating that it was time to get in or get out. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Her moans echoed in my mouth as our tongues entwined together. He reached over and unzipped my dress and I slid out of it and down under her to suck on her tits. With my dress off I was naked except for my garters, stockings and panties. I licked and sucked her nipples one at a time for a few minutes; when I nibbled and bit and she yelped. She started going wild and he matched his pace to hers as she climaxed.

She collapsed next to me as she recovered, leaving me with his erect dick, sticky from her pussy. It was a fine thing, so I rolled over and took it in my mouth, beginning with long strokes to the back of my throat. She undid her own dress and got naked, and then started feeling my legs and ass; she peeled off my thong, which I always wore over my stockings for easy access. She rubbed my tummy, my ass, between my cheeks and through my bush. Her fingers played over my pussy lips, spreading them open and testing inside. Her tongue began on my asshole, her fingers on my clit: short and exciting movements that inflamed me. I forgot about everything else. I had a small orgasm when she stuck her finger in my virgin ass.

"Oh, she's a tender one down here," commented the woman, "let me loosen her up for you."

We switched to a sixty-nine position with me on top. She licked at my cunt while working my ass with two and then three fingers. It felt so weird and good that I kept having these little pop orgasms, small rushes of ecstasy that went through me like firecrackers. While she did this, he was fucking my face and her pussy, alternating between the two with every few strokes. He stopped in my mouth for a while and grabbed my nipples. He gave me a cruel pinch that came just when another shiver of ecstasy hit, making me groan and gurgle around the dick in my mouth.

"How's she doing back there?"

"Oh, she's ready for a ride. Aren't you, dear?" She gave my clit a lick. I nodded with a dick-muffled moan. He pulled out of my throat and went around behind me.

"Is this your first time to take the back door?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"See, darling," she gloated, "I told you it was going to be a good party."

He put his cock in my pussy, wet and swollen and pumped it two or three times; I cried out and fell on her. When I regained my position, he pulled out, freshly lubed and then fixed himself at my asshole. He pushed in slowly but inexorably, leaving me gasping. Sweat broke out all over my body as inch after inch of him penetrated my passage. It didn't hurt, per se, but it was intense beyond anything else. After what felt like an hour, he was in me to the hilt. My anus was so sensitive that I could feel every little movement, every pulse of blood in his cock.

Somebody opened the door to the room at that moment; I heard a woman's voice gasp, and then a quickly mumbled apology. The door closed again after a minute of unknown people staring at us. My sweaty hair was in my face; no one could have recognized me; I wouldn't have cared if they had, at that point. I was too intent on what was to come.

"Suck my cunt," the woman commanded beneath me. I put my head down at once and obeyed. Her tongue went to work on my clit again and she dipped her fingers in my hole with one hand and caressed her lover's balls with the other. He just waited, enjoying the contractions of my butt for a moment, and then he began to move.




Party Time



My voice came out of its own volition, at first in cries and moans, and then in grunts and hisses. My first orgasm took a long time, because the sensation of it was so different from any other fucking I'd done, but it was deep and intense, a rumbler that shook through me for a long time. After that they came more quickly, two, then five, then eight. I don't know how long it went on, but it was a long time. I licked more pussy that night than I had all the rest of my life put together. Every time I would stop he would say, "Lick that cunt!" My tongue was sore and stiff, but he would smack my ass and twist my nipples every time I hesitated. She came a couple of times, but I couldn't pay much attention to it from the pounding I received. It felt so good, and yet awful at the same time.

At last he said, "I'm going to do it."

"Do it," she hissed, coming herself, "come inside her!"

I didn't feel anything at all when he did, just his frantic pumping along with high-pitched yelps and whines. And then he was finished and pulled out. She crawled out from under me and sucked him clean. I lay there exhausted for a long minute, certain that a million years had gone by. I felt her lips clench around my butt and her tongue squirm into me. I was so loose back there that she had no trouble.

After a minute of this she came up to my face and pressed her mouth against mine: she spit a warm trail of come sucked from my ass into my mouth and waited until I swallowed it. Then she went back to sucking her lover.

I lay on my back listening to her slurping and then decided to get out of there. When I got up and struggled with my dress, he was kind enough to zip it up for me, but beyond that he paid me no mind. I noticed that the woman's eyes were still closed. Perhaps she was blind.

I left and went to the bathroom right away. I passed some incredible gas, a buttload of sperm and a little shit. When I left the party it wasn't as late as I had feared. The whole thing had been about three hours. After that I really hated myself. My butt hurt for days and every time I looked in the mirror I felt like crying.

What was wrong with me that I kept looking for such people? Why couldn't I connect with other people beyond these assignations? It wasn't getting fucked up the ass or felched, but it was just the empty, dirtiness of it. Those people didn't care about me at all. I was a dirty, ugly, empty shell. I even thought about killing myself, for all the good that would do. I swore it off for a long time after that; I didn't trust myself to go to a bar or out anywhere, because I knew I would just hook up with the first person who looked at me. But of course I did do it again.

A guy in the back of a restaurant, this business man on his lunch break came in me and gave me his card. I threw it away without looking at it. I went down on a guy at the park and there was this girl at a dance club whose ass just called to me from across the room. I licked it out the way the woman at the mansion had done to me, and I smiled when she came on my tongue. That was why it was fun: I liked to give pleasure to these strangers. I felt like I could see through them to their deepest hearts in those moments, make a real connection, however short it lasted. And once I started again I didn't stop until the last time.

The Last Time. Well. It was a party for the friend of a woman in my office that I was casually invited to along with a few other people. I went to it, promising myself that I would just go and say hello for an hour and then go find a fuck somewhere else. My one rule was never to do it where someone I know could find out. But when I got there, my co-worker was just leaving: there was a ton of other people there, all young, well-to-do types being intellectual, or pretending to. No one noticed me, certainly not my co-worker who left with her boyfriend before I could even say hi to her. I laughed to myself and settled on the couch with a glass of wine and some chips. There were a few people who said hi, and I tried to be friendly, but as usual it never went anywhere. When I got up for a refill, I met this guy named Joel. Clean-cut, average build, racquet ball every Thursday Joel with a smile and an engagement ring.

"Hi," he said, getting some chips himself. "Do I know you?"

"I'm the friend of a friend, but she left and I don't know anyone here."

"Geez, that's kind of awkward. Well, hey, I'm Joel. Now you know someone." He brushed some crumbs off his fingers and shook my hand.

"Are you here with your fiance?" I asked.

"What? Oh, the ring, no. She's visiting her family in Vancouver, so I'm on my own."

Our conversation went in fits and starts, but it was pleasant enough. He introduced me to his friends there, a circle of gentlemen in the corner discussing an obscure comparison between politics and sports. After I slunk quietly away from them, Joel found me again and made small talk. I swore to myself that I would keep my promise, but as I did I knew I was going to break it. I was going to fuck Joel, suck his cock and drink the semen from his body. His sperm was going to be in my belly tonight through one hole or another.

Once I made that decision things went easier. I felt how attracted he was to me, how he went out of his way to brush my arm, or to pick at some lint on my shoulder. I took a chip and when I reached for some dip I brushed my tit against his arm. He looked at me, trying to interpret the movement, so I let a smile tease my lips.

"Are you teasing me?"

"I would never do that."

"You know, you still haven't told me your name."

"And what does it matter?"

"Not much, I guess. Are you. . . working?"

"Oh, no. Just looking for some fun."

"Fun? I could use some fun myself. What do you want to do?"

I gave a quick glance towards the back of the apartment where there were no people. It was an ideal place for a quick fuck. For all that he was a nice guy, Joel looked like he was the type to pop in a hurry.

He considered it, looking me over with a new kind of estimation and plain desire on his face. He smiled as he took my arm and led me back to the side bedroom, well away from the main traffic of the party. Once inside he closed the door. I gave him a kiss on the lips that he returned after a moment and grew deeper and impassioned. Holding him close I let my hands explore his back and shoulders, his chest.

I moved his hands to my breasts, and he felt them gingerly, as if still considering if he really wanted to do this. Then he got into it and began to touch me all over. We lay back on the bed and he began to open my blouse one button at a time. My bra he unhooked with one hand and my tits he nuzzled and licked. I let myself relax under his touch. This was going to be a nice one, I thought; even if he did come fast, it would be a good one. I would be the receptacle for his premarital oats, so to speak.

His hand moved under my skirt, along my thighs to the crotch of my moist panties. With one gentle finger he made me sigh as he traced the folds of my slit front to back. I felt his cock through his jeans, felt it grow hard and full at my touch. I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, releasing his penis to my eager hands. My panties came off in his hand. My skirt lifted, he went down on my cunt, exploring, making a full circuit with his tongue and tasting my juices. Then he gently undid both of my stockings and slid them off my legs. He licked down my thighs, behind my knees and down to my toes.

"Beautiful," he said. "This is going to be sweet. Do you know how long it's been since I had another woman? Two years. I had forgotten how nice it can be." He nuzzled at my cunt some more, earning some sighs and squirms with his insistent tonguing. Then he said, "Hey, I have an idea. Try this." And he held my stocking up to my face, smiling reassuringly, and blindfolded me with it. He was gentle, yet firm. "Have you ever tried this before?"

"No, I haven't."

"Well, trust me. It's something else. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He held my arms up to the slatted head board and tied my wrists there with the other stocking. I tried to move my arms, but they were securely bound. I was both worried and excited. Immediately I felt his hands on my tits, tugging and rolling my nipples. His breath on my belly moved down back to my pussy. His tongue returned to work on me and with my eyes blindfolded and my hands bound it was a new kind of feeling, much sharper and more precise than usual. Startled, I moaned.

His tongue worked my clit, over and around at a steady pace that he matched with his fingers. My initial panic began to fade as it felt better and better; before five minutes had passed, I was on my way, straining at the head board and grunting with pleasure. Like a swarm of bees in me, I came in a fluttering gale, grinding his face with my hips and gasping so hard I thought I would hyperventilate. I lay there, not noticing when his hands vanished for a long moment. When he came back, I heard him take off his pants and climb on the bed between my legs. His stiffness poked at me sharply and then found the right place and slid in up to the hilt in one smooth glide.

"Joel?" I said.

"I'm right here, baby."

"Come inside me. It's okay, so please do it for me. Okay?"

"Okay, baby, if that's what you want." Then he started to pump. His dick was a healthy average, a nice fit that seemed to go straight to my cervix. I felt that hollow space awakening in me, the hunger of my womb. Joel took long strokes, almost pulling out at the end and then slamming back in to his balls. He went on and on, until I had a small climax, and then he stiffened and grabbed me around the waist and shivered as he came inside me. I felt his warm come rush against my cervix and I sighed with a strange kind of relief. This was what I wanted.

"I'll suck you clean," I said after a contented moment. He pulled out, stood on the bed and put his cock to my lips. I sucked and licked him until all our spendings were gone. Then he stepped off the bed for a second.

"Wait a minute, baby," he said, "I want to go again." He came back up on the bed and stuck his dick in me again. He seemed really excited this time and he lost no time with a jack-hammer attack that went on full force for several minutes. I came and then he was pumping me full with a second load. When he finished, he stood right up and put his dick to my lips. I was cleaning him off a second time when suddenly another pair of hands took hold of my legs. Someone else was there; they got in position and entered me and I knew what had happened.

I started to struggle, but my hands were tightly bound. Joel's voice whispered in my ear. "You wanted to have fun, so let's have fun. Don't make a fuss and you won't get hurt." I stopped struggling; I thought of biting the dick in my mouth, but I knew it wouldn't make any difference. A part of me was shrieking inside, and another was trembling with excitement. In a way, I thought, this was what I was looking for, wasn't it? Just a pure experience, uncomplicated by judgement or morality.

I could just have fun. So I did my best to enjoy it. I couldn't see any faces, and no one else spoke except for some grunts and the typical moans of guys coming. I didn't try to count, but I met each one and tried to make it last. And as the fourth guy was finishing in me I started to feel it again. I squeezed at their cocks, trying to massage and milk them; I used my hips and legs to compliment their movements. They each spurted in my cunt and then came up to get licked off while the next guy took his turn.

Each cock was really different, curved in different ways with different bumps and ridges. Some ground against my g-spot, others went to my cervix and womb. I came over and over. Sweat drenched me, and semen did, too. The sheets and mattress were soaked, my ass and thighs were caked, and my mouth and chin were drizzled with it. I think some guys went more than once, because there were so many of them, it seemed, way more than had been at the party. I wondered if there was a line out the door, if someone had put up a sign and was pulling in guys off the street. I had heard of women taking like two hundred guys in a row and had images of being tied to this bed for days.

And after awhile, I stopped coming, because I was too tired and my pussy was going numb. There was so much come that it coated everything and reduced the friction so I couldn't feel much. Guys started going straight to my mouth, and another guy put it in my ass, but even that didn't get me going any more. I just waited for it to be over. With my eyes blindfolded my sense of time was distorted. Who knows how long it was.

The guy in my ass finished and then hands untied the blindfold. The lights were on and I had to squint and blink before I could see anything. Joel was the guy in my butt. The room was full of men and standing around and staring at me. I didn't look at their faces. Joel pulled his dick out and it was smeared with mucous and semen. He stood and put it in my mouth and I sucked it clean. Someone handed him a towel. He used it to wipe off my chin and then dropped it on my lap. He untied my hands.

"Did you have fun?"

I nodded very slightly.

"Good. Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here."

My body wouldn't move properly or fast. I fumbled with the towel and slid to the side of the bed. I slid on my stockings and managed to clip them on. My panties were thrust in my face and I got them on. Very slowly I adjusted my bra and closed my blouse. The front of my skirt was drenched with semen. I reeked of it. I stood and somehow managed to keep my balance. All the men watched this process wordlessly. Looking in the mirror, I looked awful; I didn't recognize myself at all. I didn't have a bag or a purse? I never carried them on my excursions? so I just shuffled to the hall.

More men stood outside. They made way for me until I made it to the kitchen and living room where all the women were waiting. The anger in the room was palpable. They stared at me with malice and rage. As I shuffled past them, they started shouting taunts: "Whore!" "Cunt!" "Bitch!" Someone slapped me. Another threw her drink in my face. The alcohol stung my eyes, but I didn't stop. I could see the door in front of me and I just focused on it and let everything pass over me. I am empty, I said to myself. I am a shadow; I'm not real.

I made it outside. No one followed me. I walked slowly to where I parked my car and fished the key out of its pocket in my shoe. When I made it home I went straight to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, clothes and all. I didn't cry, but when I got out I threw my soiled clothes away. I brushed my teeth three times and gargled over and over, and then I went to bed. I woke up at five after smothering dreams. By seven, though, I was ready for work; it was actually a good day, because I didn't think or feel anything, so none of the usual annoyances touched me. No one whispered behind my back or cast me sideways glances; no one knew. I was safe.

I got an AIDS test and came out negative. There were no signs of other diseases, either. A miracle. Just to check I went to another clinic and tested again with the same result. I did cry then, because I had been certain that I was dead. All this time, with all those people, and no protection at all, and I had nothing. It didn't seem fair, somehow. It was a fucking miracle.

I went about my daily life, but at night, I stayed home. Or I went to a movie. I read three books. I even got a library card, my first one since I was seventeen. This time I didn't hate myself. I didn't need to promise not to do it again, because there was no way that I ever would. I could stay celibate the rest of my life, and be happy.

I found out I was pregnant about a month and a half after the Last Time. I just laughed at that one. The pill is not, after all, one hundred percent effective. And I found that I was really happy. Here I had been empty all this time, and now I was full. My family was angry when I wouldn't tell them who the father was; I just told them that he and I had agreed that it would be our secret.

My son was born last year. He has a serious face and deep brown eyes. I sometimes wonder which of those men gave him to me. I would thank them and shake their hand if I knew. Through him I feel that I can finally begin to understand myself and connect to other people through more than just sex. Watching him see things for the first time, I get to rediscover the world again, too. It's easy to forget just how much there is to be thankful for.

The End