"Fuck me," Jenni said as she pulled the sash of her robe open and the cloth revealed her near-naked body.
The man's cock thrust out hard against his pants as he watched the material move away from her lush breasts ... the supple curve of her belly ... the ripe fullness of her cunt ... her long, tapering legs, and finally fall to the floor behind her.
As her knees lifted, she spread her legs wide and he could see her clit. The look of lust in his eyes told Jenni that her sexy seduction had once again brought another man begging for her passion.
CHAPTER ONE
Jenni Hudson looked at the fashionably dressed guests surrounding her, and she recognized many as well-known personalities, some as famous, and a few as highly influential. She felt a bit shy to be in such company. Looking from the guests to the decor of the mansion, she again wondered why Kama, her older sister, had invited her. Kama had married a very wealthy man many years older than she, who was now dead. Jenni had been tempted to assume that the relationship had, for Kama, been motivated by the man's wealth. But they had appeared happy together, and there was a daughter in her early teens.
"Enjoying yourself?" Kama asked, and Jenni turned to look into her sister's golden eyes with their long, dark lashes.
"Oh, it's very impressive." Jenni smiled as she motioned to those around them, and she suddenly found herself looking into the dark eyes of a man across the room
"What is it, Jenni?" Kama asked, and Jenni realized that she had forgotten all about her.
"I uh ... nothing." Jenni blushed as she looked back to Kama, and she wondered how long she had been staring off at the man.
"But you're enjoying yourself?" Kama laughed.
"Oh, yes." Jenni nodded, and she glanced over to find that the stranger was no longer within view, and she was surprised to find herself disappointed.
"Good," Kama said as she brushed her jet-black, waist-length hair back from her shoulder, and the opulent cones of her breasts quivered in the light hold of her low-cut dress. "That's why I invited you."
"Well, I'm glad I let you order me into coming."
"Um, you always needed a strong hand." Kama laughed. "Too bad Jack couldn't make it," she said, referring to the man Jenni sometimes dated. "By the way, how're things going with the two of you?"
"Oh fine." Jenni shrugged as she lowered her eyes.
"Are you living together?"
"No," Jenni said quickly and took a sip of her drink.
"Always the loner." Kama smiled, and Jenni recalled how she had offered to let her move into the mansion after her husband's death. She had told Kama that she thought it would be good for her to be on her own, and Kama had agreed.
"No, not a loner, just...." She trailed off as she realized she was looking around to try and see where the stranger was. "Just-" she began as she motioned, and she broke off as her arm struck a glass.
She took a step back as she felt liquid strike her arm, and she saw the glass fall to the floor. It did not break, but the liquor splashed over the shoe of the man to whom the drink had belonged.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," she blurted, and she dropped to one knee to pick up the glass. Feeling that this was foolish, and seeing the liquor gleaming from the man's shoe, she took the napkin from under her own glass, and dabbed at the well-polished leather. "I'm afraid I've messed up your shoe shine."
"Yes. Yes, you have," she heard the man's deep voice reply.
"I-I'll get the rest off," she said, confused by the man's words.
"Yes, do that," he said, and she felt her face burning as she questioned what she was doing, but she finished.
Jenni looked up as she started to stand, and her eyes moved up past the man's slender hips, his broad shoulders, and stopped at his face. It was the man she had stared at across the room. Somehow, this did not surprise her, but she did not know what to do or say. Disoriented, she realized that she was still kneeling, and that people around them were looking at her. She quickly stood up.
"This is my younger sister," Kama said. "Jenni."
He nodded, and his eyes moved to the full teardrops of her breasts, and to her shapely calves. He turned his eyes to Kama's.
"Uh, could I replace your drink?" Jenni asked as she wavered between anger and something she could not define.
"Yes, you may." He nodded without looking at her.
She shifted uncertainly, and then slowly moved toward the bar. She wondered why she still felt such arousal after his cold and rude treatment of her. She glanced back, and saw that he and Kama were talking. He did not seem cold with her.
When she returned with the drink, he was standing talking with several other people. She started to speak, but he just put out his hand for the drink, and he took it without stopping to look at her. Flushed, she moved back to where Kama stood.
"Well, how'd you like Mathew?" Kama asked. "Who?"
"Mathew. You know, the man you just took the drink to."
"What a cold, obnoxious-. Oh, he-he isn't a boyfriend of yours, is he?" Jenni asked with sudden alarm.
"Boyfriend?" Kama laughed. "No, there may be a bit of the boy in him, but he's no boy. But, no, don't feel restrained."
"Re-restrained? With him? I wouldn't be caught dead with him," Jenni said.
"Oh, you might change your mind once you get to know him."
"Well, I don't plan to get to know him " Jenni stated firmly. "Now, I think I'd like to use the powder room"
Kama nodded and turned to a passing couple to talk. Despite herself, Jenni glanced toward Mathew as she went up the stairs. She could find no explanation for the sudden rush of warmth that went through her, nor for the tingling of her clit.
In the bathroom, she leaned back against the wall, and tried to fathom her arousal for the man. Looking over at the mirror across from her, she could see her erect nipples pushing out against her dress. Had he seen them? Had her dress dropped away from her breasts when she had been kneeling at his feet? If so, had he been pleased by the sight of the ripe teardrops? No, he had been cold. Why didn't he like her breasts?
She closed her eyes, and shook her head in an effort to clear her mind.
"This is stupid!" she blurted out. "I wish I'd gone out with Jack," she muttered, and she went to the sink to pat cold water on her face.
She knew that her cunt was damp. Her clit was still throbbing. She wanted to forget having ever seen Mathew, but knew she would undoubtedly see him when she went back downstairs, even if she left immediately.
Taking a deep breath, she left the bathroom, and started toward the stairs. She heard something, and paused. Someone was gasping. Frowning, she looked around in an effort to locate the source of the sounds. Concerned that someone from the party might be ill, she moved to the door from behind which the sounds were corning.
"Are you alright?" she asked as she knocked lightly, but there was no reply.
Feeling unsure, she opened the door. She blinked with surprise as the words being said became clear. She realized that she was looking into Felice's room, Kama's teenaged daughter's room.
"Yes. Yes, there." She heard Felice moaning softly.
How things had changed in the few years since she had been Felice's age. She didn't quite approve, but she saw no reason to put her hangups on the girl, and she had to assume that Kama knew that the boy was upstairs with Felice. Ah, young love, she thought with a smile, and she started to close the door. But the touch of her hand against the doorknob shifted the balance of the door, and it swung further open. Jenni's eyes widened.
The girl was not on the bed petting with a boy, or even balling, as Jenni had assumed. She was standing with her back turned at an angle to the door. Her hands at her hips, she held the skirt of her girl's dress bunched around them. Her slender, girlishly shapely legs were spread. She wore no panties, nor were there any to be seen on the floor. The pert, rounded cheeks of her ass were tightened, which emphasized the triangular cleft above their deep cleavage. The light glinted on tiny flecks of white-gold down.
Neither Felice's posture nor the lower half of her beautiful body being naked was what had shocked Jenni. It was the sight of the man kneeling in front of her. Older than Kama, Felice's mother, he was going down on the girl. His hands were not on Felice's thighs, but were holding the hard cock jutting up from his opened pants.
"Tongue deeper," Felice directed firmly. "Move your upper lip side to side over my clit. Do it!" she added, and it was all too clear to Jenni who was in control. "Pull slower on your cock," the girl told him, and Felice stared in stunned amazement as the man obeyed.
Felice's hands tightened around her dress, and she rocked on the balls of her feet as she thrust her cunny against the man's mournings. Jenni heard her moans grow deeper as her gasping breaths came faster.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's it, you fucker." Felice groaned, and she inhaled sharply as she came.
Felice pushed the skirt of her dress down over the man's head as she gripped it for support. Her body arching forward, her face lifted toward the ceiling, and her long, honey-blond hair shifted against her back. Her face flushed, she let out her breath as her orgasm's peak passed, and she leaned limply against the man's face.
"Okay," Felice said as she stepped back on unsteady legs from the man, and she pulled the skirt from his head to hold it up from her hips. "You've been a pretty good boy. So ... you can come," she told him in a bored tone.
His shoulders hunched forward, the man moved one hand to his thigh as he pulled faster at his erect tool. Jenni was dimly aware that her heart was pounding faster, and that her clit was throbbing deeply. She watched the man's hand rise and fall, pushing the flesh up under his swollen knob, and then pulling back down. His breath caught, and only his hand moved. His lips pulled back from his teeth, and he cried out hoarsely as he came. His come jetted up into the air, and splashed over the girl's sandals.
The last of his juices spurting free, the man leaned forward. His breathing was ragged as the girl looked down at him. Her hands still at her hips, she kept the dress lifted from the slit he had just kissed and tongued.
"Now, clean up after yourself," Felice said.
Her face burning, Jenni swallowed hard as she watched the man lean forward off his knees. He pressed his lips to her feet, and his tongue stretched out to lick his juices from the high arches of her feet, from the leather thongs of the sandals, and from between her toes.
"Not too bad, all and all," Felice said as he sat up, and he beamed at her praise. Nodding, the man blinked, and he turned his head toward the door and Jenni. She started with surprise. Felice slowly turned to see Jenni, and the woman saw the honey-colored plume of soft down along the center of the girl's plump mound, which seemed cradled by the high hips which rounded as they descended. The girl not only did not react with either embarrassment or alarm, but she smiled pleasantly at her aunt as if they were downstairs at the party, and as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Unable to deal with her confusion, Jenni panicked, and she closed the door. She moved to the stairs, and held the top of the bannister tightly as she steadied her breathing. She became more aware of the palpitations of her apex, and of the pounding of her heart.
"Am I going mad?" she asked herself as she wondered if she had been hallucinating. She looked back at Felice's closed door. "Or is she mad? And that man...?"
She suddenly looked around as she realized she was thinking out loud, but no one was nearby. She took a deep breath, and started down the stairs. Halfway down, she saw Ma-thew. He looked up toward her, and there was a hint of a smile on his face. The haze began to clear from her mind, and her thoughts about Felice and the man were put aside as Mathew lifted his empty glass toward her. She wondered why he was toasting her, and then she realized he needed a refill.
Without thinking about it, she went to the bar, and got a fresh drink. She took it to Mathew, and found him sitting on a couch. As she wondered why she had gotten the drink for him, he motioned for her to sit beside him. She felt elation, and she sat down. He was talking to a man standing by the couch, and he continued the conversation without looking at her. But it seemed to her that there was something different in his manner. He did not seem cold toward her now, and she wondered if Kama had spoken to him, or if she had passed some sort of test.
She tried to follow the conversation, but she could not keep her mind on more than the sound of his deep voice. Her thoughts drifted back to Felice and the man, and she realized that her clit was already throbbing as it now quickened to her remembering. While she could not explain it, there was no denying that sitting next to Mathew had caused her pearl to start its exquisite rhythms.
She looked around, and noticed people glancing toward them. Could they detect her arousal? Or was it that they-made such an attractive couple? She suddenly felt like a pagan empress sharing her emperor's throne.
Abruptly, he stood up, and motioned for her to follow him. Startled, she stood, and felt her legs weakened by her arousal. Her heart beating, she wondered where he was leading her.
He opened one of the French doors to the gardens, and left it open behind him. She went out, and again noticed other partygoers looking toward her as she closed the door. She felt her face flush.
She watched the shift of his shoulders, the movements of his hips, and the swing of his arms and legs as she followed him along the pathways. They took turns, as rose bushes gave way to hedges, and they in turn gave way to camelia bushes. He came to a cul de sac, and he turned around. Raising his glass, he sipped his drink as he moved his eyes down her body and then back to her face. She shifted nervously under his inspecting gaze, and she wondered if he found her pleasing to his eye. She hoped so.
"What position were you in when we met?" he asked, and he motioned for her to come closer.
"On-on my knees?" she asked uncertainly as she moved within a step of him.
"Yes. Exactly." He nodded as he stared into her eyes.
She felt her legs weakening, and her knees buckled. Her head lifted to keep her eyes with his as she sank to her knees before him.
"You offered liquor for me to drink. I offer some for you to drink," he said simply.
"But...." she faltered. The scent of the camelias was heavy in the air. They were concealed on three sides, but could be seen from behind her. She wanted to look around, and find out if anyone from the party had followed them She remembered the partygoers who had watched them leave. Were they now watching her willingly kneel before this man who was still as much a stranger, in fact, as when she had seen him across the room? "I...." she began again, but he continued to stare calmly, his dark eyes lidded.
"Open my pants," he directed, and she watched her hands lift to do so. "Pull them open so you can suck my cock. But don't touch it with your hands," he said, and he looked up at the clear sky as he took another sip of his drink.
She drew his pants out, and down. The thick length of his prod arced up to jut out toward her face. She swallowed hard as she stared at the bulbous knob that was almost touching her lips, and as she looked down the length of his engorged shaft. Her thoughts blurred, and the blood roared in her ears. She could feel her heart beating against her chest. Her lips parted.
Slowly, her mouth opened wider. She felt as if she would fall, and she leaned forward off her knees. Her lips touched the taut, velvet soft flesh of his cock's head. There was a moment of alarm, and then her eyes closed as she hungrily sucked at the large bulb.
Her nostrils flaring, her tits thrust against her dress, she moved her tongue over the lips of his knob, and over the cleft. She sucked her lips tight around the bulb. Her clit was pounding. She wished she could see his expression, but she could not even hear if he was moaning due to the rush of her blood.
Groaning around him, she pressed her lips over the rim of his cock's head, and around the girth of his rod. She felt his hardness beneath the drawn sheath of his trunk's flesh. She stroked his thick dorsal vein with her tongue, thrusting and pulling it along the bulge.
"Grasp your elbows behind your back," she heard him say, and she realized his voice sounded no different. He was not greening, nor was he breathing deeper.
Her shoulders pulled back as she pressed her forearms to her back in order to grasp her elbows. Her body was arched forward off her knees. Her lips slid further down his prod.
The lack of reaction in his voice caused her to lick and suck with more fervor. Her posture thrust her breasts against her dress, her breathing caused them to pull at the cloth, and she felt it chafe at her burning nipples. Her mouth and throat aligned due to her posture, she felt his knob move toward the back of her mouth, and she knew she had only taken in a portion of his cock.
She pulled her cheeks in tight around him. His shaft rubbed against the ribbed roof of her mouth. Her long tongue thrust and pulled against the underside of his length. His cock's head bobbed in the top of her throat. Her knuckles were white as she held her elbows. Her breath came fast through her furled nostrils. Her slightly wide mouth with its full lips was stretched around him. She pushed off her knees to pull her mouth back up, let it drop back down, pushed off again, and let her head drop again. Her tightened mouth's vacumn pulled at his rod as she sucked with all her might. She was groaning lightly as she sought to pull his come from him, and to drink the drink he had offered.
"You can put your hands under your skirt," he told her, his voice as calm as before.
Her slender shoulders came forward again as she released her elbows. Even in her carnal turmoil, she was amazed at how eagerly she pulled her skirt up to press her hands to the pulsings of her mound. She had thought she had felt her juices on the inside of her thigh, and she found she had been right.
"You can put your hands in your panties," she heard his voice say, "and in your cunny."
She continued to move her mouth up and down his shaft, and to suck and tongue. She pushed her joined fingers under the waistband of her panties, and she gripped either side of her mound with her hands. The wispy curlings were soaked. She rubbed her thumbs against the top of her slit, moving her pulsing apex as her fingers slid along her tingling lips.
Rocking off her knees, she bobbed her head upon his rod. Her mouth, throat, and back , forming a single curve, she took his knob into her throat. She turned her suckling mouth around him as she thrust and pulled her lips. Her breathing was even quicker. She curled her fingers in the hot slickness of her slit to caress herself. Her thumbs pinioned her clit, and moved in a counter-rhythm that sent surges of heat through her depths.
She was having to strain to concentrate on her motions. Her depths expanded and contracted with rapturous surges of pleasure. She wrenched her mouth from side to side as she pulled and thrust around him. A light patina of perspiration gleamed at her temples, causing her hair to stick in little ringlets. Without realizing it at first, she had begun to take more and more of his upper shaft into her throat along with his knob. She forced her eyes open enough to squint, and saw that there was a distance to go still before her mouth would reach the thick curlings of his hair.
The expansions and contractions were growing more and more intense. The pulse of her clit was a soaring flash. Vertigo swam her mind, and she was losing all sense of gravity. She burnished her clit between her thumbs, and churned her fingers within her drenched splay.
"Don't come until I tell you," she heard him say, and it was as if he had read her mind and was speaking from a great distance.
She had felt on the verge of climaxing as her orgasm raged throughout her, coming closer and closer, but his words seemed to move it further ahead. Yet, the shattering turmoil of joy continued to escalate, and she knew that the climax would be all the more overpowering when she reached it-when he spoke.
She found herself sucking with renewed vigor. She was tempted to lift one of her hands so that she could caress his root and fondle his balls with her nectar-coated fingers.
But she continued to stroke herself. Her hips were rotating, and her body arched back and forth between her shoulders and knees as the carnal ecstasies overwhelmed her.
"Are you thirsty?" he asked.
She nodded with a gurgle as she continued to try and draw his spend from his tool. And his rod began to jerk within her mouth, shifting against her lapping tongue, bobbing in her throat, and pulling between her cheeks. His shaft jabbed and pulled, and the spasms began to mount. She sucked hard, knowing his juices were breaking free, and rushing into his prod.
"You can come too," he said, "but don't swallow."
His hips pulled back a little, and his knob slid up from her throat. His come surged out over her tongue. The contractions and expansions of her depths, and the pulse of her clit merged into a volcanic eruption that blasted away all her thoughts, and sent her reeling. Her body jumped with the frenetic waves of bliss. She was past conscious thought, but she did not swallow as his thick length jumped within her mouth, and filled it with the sleek heat of his spend.
Gradually, the spasms of his rod began to ease, and the spurtings of his gism. Her lips slid along his length, and over the rim of his knob as all the energy went out of her. She dropped back limply, and she languished in the blissful aftermath of their climax. Her hands slipped loose of her panties as she lay gasping for breath.
Her breathing easing, her mind began to clear a little, and she wondered how long she had been lying there. She forced her eyes open, and saw that he was sitting on the stone bench at the back of the cul de sac. He held out his empty champagne glass, and she looked at it with confusion for a moment. Then, she pushed up into a sitting position, and leaned forward to transfer his come from her mouth to the glass. She pulled her tongue against the rim to skim the last of it off.
Her mouth filled with his taste, she looked up at him from the glass. While she had been recovering, he had returned his rod to his pants, and closed them. She suddenly remembered seeing Felice and the older man, and realized that she and Mathew had been in the same positions, but she had been in the man's place while he had been in Felice's.
"Not bad," he said. "Perhaps, with practice ..he trailed off.
She felt dejection at the lack of praise, but elation at the prospect of "practice" with him. He stood up, and motioned for her to stand also. She half-expected him to tell her to strip, if only to look at her, but he seemed disinterested. Again she wondered if anyone was watching from behind her.
"Come along," he said, and he began to walk back along the garden path.
She was relieved to find that no one was there. Of course, that did not mean that nobody had been there when she had been giving him head and fingering herself. They moved toward the French doors, and passed another couple. The man and woman nodded, and they seemed to smile knowingly. She felt her face color. As they went back into the party, she suddenly wondered what he was going to do with the glass. As if to answer her, he turned to her near the center of the room, and handed her the glass.
"You can swallow now," he told her, and she blinked from the champagne glass to those about her.
She trembled with doubt, and then she saw the coldness returning to his eyes. Forgetting about those about them, she lifted the glass to her lips. His thick juice eased over the rim, and she sucked a little. She rubbed it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth before swallowing. The coldness had gone from his gaze, and there was a trace of a smile. She curled her long tongue into the glass, and licked the last of his spend from it. Her heart was pounding.
"Ah, Kama," he said as she passed, and Jenni lowered the glass to her side. "It's been a truly memorable party," he said with a glance toward Jenni, "but I'm afraid that I must be going."
"Well, I'm sorry you've got to go, but I am glad you enjoyed yourself," Kama said, and they began to move off toward the door.
Dumbfounded, Jenni watched them move away. Was that all? Wasn't he even interested in getting her phone number? And what had Kama meant by "glad you enjoyed yourself"? Could she, as well as others, have watched her sucking his cock?
Kama started back toward her after he had left, and Jenni wondered what she could say. Then, Felice came down the stairs. The girl looped her arm through her mother's, and they smiled as they talked. Jenni flushed as she remembered seeing the girl with the older man. She wondered if the girl now wore panties beneath her simple girlish dress.
"Well, Jenni, how are you enjoying the party?" Kama asked.
"It's uh, very nice," Jenni said, and she realized her voice was barely audible.
"I'm glad, Aunt Jenni." Felice smiled, and her large, violet eyes sparkled beneath the burnished gold furrings of her eyebrows.
Jenni felt as if her niece were taunting her, daring her to mention what she had witnessed upstairs. If only because of the party, Jenni knew she could say nothing.
"Oh, there's Irwin," Felice said with a smile, and they turned to see the butler approaching with a tray of drinks. It was the man who had been going down on Felice.
"Fresh drinks, ladies?" he asked formally, and Kama took one. "Your glass, ma'am?" he asked Jenni, and she looked down with a start at the glass she had drunk Mathew's spend from.
"Uh, no," she told him shortly, and he nodded understanding as he turned away.
"He's really doing quite well for a beginner, don't you think?" Felice asked Kama, but her eyes were on Jenni, and the dimples in her cheeks deepened.
"Yes, he seems to be adjusting quite well to a subservient role." Kama nodded, and she and her daughter looked at one another for an instant as they smiled.
Sitting in her own living room, Jenni leaned back on the couch, and stared at the glass on the coffee table. She had sneaked it into her purse before leaving the party. Shaking her head, she stood up, and began to remove her dress as she went into the bedroom.
Again and again she questioned her behavior with Mathew. If it had not been for seeing Felice and Irwin, she would have thought she was going crazy. And there had been that look between her sister and niece. Did Kama know about Felice and the butler?
Tossing her dress onto the bed, she shook out her chestnut hair, and reached behind her to open her bra. The lacy cups dropped away from the vulnerable teardrops of her lull breasts, and the cupped nubs of her shell pink nipples lifted from the gentle rises of her nearly invisible aureolas.
She rubbed at the faint lines left by the bra, and she looked over toward the door-length mirror. Her hands cupped the resilient fullness of her breasts, and she gave them a little squeeze as she moved toward the mirror. Remembering Mathew's apparent disinterest in seeing her body, she looked into the mirror.
There was a graceful vulnerability mixed with a trace of sultriness in the image. Her slender neck gave her a certain aristocratic look accented by her slender shoulders. The long, firm curve of her stomach, the raised furl of her navel, and her slender waist led the eye to her full, flaring hips. She wore her jewelry, an ecru lace garter belt, bikini panties, and her heels. She slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties, and she remembered doing the same before when she had fingered herself in the garden.
She slid the panties down her long, shapely legs, baring her full mound with its wispy plume. She did not understand his disinterest. She did not consider herself anywhere as beautiful as she actually was, but she knew that she was not unattractive.
The doorbell rang, and she jumped. Her pulse racing, she looked through the bedroom door to see the front door of her apartment. Had Kama given Mathew her address? She picked up a deep blue nylon robe, and slipped into it as she slowly moved toward the front door. Her hands were trembling with anticipation.
CHAPTER TWO
Jenni patted her hair and tightened the sash of her robe as the bell rang again. She took a deep breath, and opened the door. She blinked with surprise.
"Oh. Oh, it's you," she said.
"Such disappointment." Jack smiled.
"No. No, I didn't mean-" Jenni said, flustered, and she stepped back to motion him in. "Come on in, Jack."
"If you're expecting someone else...?"
"No, of course not." She smiled vaguely.
"So, how was the party?" He smiled.
"Uh, interesting," she said, and she saw the champagne glass on the coffee table. "And did you have an interesting day?" she asked as she moved between him and the glass in an effort to hide it from view.
"Yeah, it was okay. You sure are in a mood, aren't you?" he observed. "You and Kama get into an argument, or something?"
"What? No, of course not," she told him, and she turned to move toward the glass, keeping herself between him and it.
She wondered at her assumption that it had been Mathew at the door, and her excitement. Why was she feeling pangs of disappointment and frustration? He had only had her masturbate while she had given him head. Staring at her back, Jack watched the clinging nylon shift against the rounded globes of her uptilted ass.
"Well, guess I'll be going." He shrugged, and turned to open the door.
"What?" she asked as she lifted the glass, and she turned toward him. "No. No, I'm sorry, Jack. My mind was wandering, and ... I didn't mean to ignore you."
"That's alright." He smiled, "So, uh, have you had dinner?" she asked as she walked toward the kitchen.
"Yeah," he said as he watched the robe drift back from her shapely legs as she walked, and he followed her into the kitchen. "You?"
"A little something at the party, but I'm not really hungry," she said as she put the glass down on the drain board next to the refrigerator.
"You know, I wouldn't mind some milk too," he said, and he opened the refrigerator to take out the carton.
"I'll get you a glass," she said as she turned to the cabinets, and he watched the peaks of her breasts move against the robe.
"Oh, that's okay. No reason to have to wash an extra glass," he said as he poured the milk into the champagne glass.
Looking back, she froze. She tried to speak, but the words would not come, and she stared mutely as the milk rose over the glaze left by Mathew's come.
He looked at her expression with curiosity as he put the carton back. Smiling, he raised the glass toward her in toast, and then began to drink. At first, she had started to protest because of the illogical desire to preserve the glass as some sort of strange souvenir, and then because Jack would be drinking from it. Now, she stared in amazement, and her tits heaved against the robe, and her clit pulsed. She felt overpowered with arousal as she watched Jack's throat shift with his swallowing. The glass empty, he started to rinse it.
"No," she said in a near rasp, and he looked at her. "Leave it," she told him. "Fuck me."
"What?" he asked, startled both by her words and her almost frenzied look.
"Fuck me," she repeated as she pulled the sash of her robe open, and the cloth revealed her near-naked body.
His cock thrust out hard against his slacks as the nylon moved away from the lush projections of her breasts, the supple curve of her belly, the ripe fullness of her cunt, and from her long legs. The robe hissed over her shoulders, dropped along her slender, rounded arms, and spilled to the floor behind her. He nodded, and started to motion toward the door, indicating the bedroom beyond.
"Now," she gasped. "Fuck me now," she said in a voice that made it both a plea and a command, and she began to he down on her back before him.
Her knees lifted, she spread her thighs wide, and he saw a sliver of pink at the center of her chestnut plume. He pulled his pants open, and started to push them down, but she held her arms out toward him, and her hips thrust hungrily toward the hard thrust of his bared tool.
He dropped to his knees between her thighs, and leaned forward onto his hands. His knob brushed the wispy curlings of her muff as he kissed her. She thrust her long tongue deep into his mouth, and her hands clutched his hips tightly. He blinked with surprise as she swept her tongue over his, over the insides of his cheeks, and over the roof of his mouth. She pulled hard at his hips as she thrust hers upward, and her cleave enveloped his knob in a hot, liquid kiss.
"Now! Puck me now!" she groaned. "Shove it up me. Please." She gasped as she lifted her body between her feet and her shoulders in an effort to embed herself on his rod.
He leaned forward off his knees, and she pulled him into the thrust of her cunt. His prod slid up high into the clutching heat, and he groaned into her mouth as she again kissed him wildly.
The insides of her full thighs squeezed his hips as her nook twisted and thrust around the throbbing of his tool. Her feet pulled up along the backs of his legs, and she crossed her ankles against the small of his back. His hips bucked in the succulent vise of her legs and loins, and he dropped to his elbows. The intensity of her passion was infecting him, and he thrust hard within the delicious squeezings.
"Yes! Oh, yes-s-s," she sobbed as he pumped his thick length within the oven of her underbelly.
He squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and the knuckles of his index fingers, and he rubbed the tips against his shirt front. Her calves locked against his back, she bounced her hips between his and the floor, and arched her tits against his tightened hands.
His shoulders bunched, the blood was roaring in his ears. The hot squeezing of her cunny continued to turn and pull as he thrust with methodical, determined moves. He pressed his hands upward, squeezing her tits high on her chest. She groaned as her nipples and then the whole of her tits squeezed free. His hands moved up along her arms, and he grasped her wrists. Her arms out from the sides of her head, he held her hands pinned to the floor.
Licking and chewing at his lips, she twisted her tits against his shirt-covered chest, her body squirming side to side from the waist. Her ass twisted against the floor as she beat her hips against his. The top of his shaft was running just under her clit, and flaming flashes of joy went through the swollen pearl.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck, yes, yes," she groaned, and she bit at his shoulder as the explosions of ecstasy quickened within her depths.
Her raised arms spread wide, and straightened between her shoulders and where his hands held her wrists, her torso pulled from side to side. Her hips rocking, her legs squeezed him, and her heels rubbed against the top of his ass. Her mouth opened from his shoulder as she moaned, and her head flashed from side to side. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth widened as orgasms reverberated throughout her.
His mind was fogging with pleasure. The throbbing of his cock was spreading throughout his body. His balls were swollen with come. Lava-like heat was spreading through his groin, and up into his abdomen. His breathing was coming in short bursts. Her writhing body gripped and stroked him, and her hot puss urged the come from his nuts. His teeth were clenched to the intensity of the raptures going through him.
"Oh, I-" She groaned, and her orgasms began coming so fast, and so close together that she could not form thoughts.
She cried out in a breathless sob, and the explosions and implosions of her depths were merging with the racing pulse of her clit. Her breath caught, and her body arched high against him. Her shoulders moved from side to side. Her face was flushed. She began to shake with the tension of her muscles, and the culmination of her climax was blazing through her.
They rolled from side to side on the kitchen floor, their bodies bucking together. He lost his grip on her wrists, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, her ringers digging into his jacket. Convulsions of joy went through her as her climax peaked, and he groaned hoarsely. Her spasming cleave went wild around his already jerking tool, and his spend broke loose. His hands cupped the points of her shoulders, and he lifted from the waist. His strained face lifted high, and his breath rasped loose as his juices gushed into the hot recesses of her jerking and twisting body.
Groaning, they held for long moments as their climax began to ease back, and they dropped limply to the floor in one another's arms. Gradually, their breathing calmed, and they murmured happily. He looked at her with fogged eyes, happily astounded by her behavior. Usually, she was rather quiet, and often required a bit of coaxing to ball. But not tonight.
He wondered what had triggered her passionate outburst, remembering her behavior when he had arrived. Her eyes were still closed, and he stroked her damp temple as he kissed her face. She murmured with a little smile.
"Um, yes," she whispered as he moved his lips over her still flushed face, and he kissed her lips, moving side to side, before sliding his tongue into her mouth.
Their tongues moved in slow, sensual patterns this time, and their breathing deepened as their kiss lengthened. He moved the center of his palm over the rigid ring of her nipple, and then he replaced it with his lips.
She slid her fingers through his hair as he kissed her breasts, and her head lolled from side to side as he tongued and sucked her nipples. Her thoughts hazed with pleasure, she felt as if she was back in Kama's garden, and, in her mind's eye, it was Mathew who was caressing her and kissing her breasts. Her still tingling pearl was beginning to pulse again.
She saw herself stretched out amid the camelia bushes as the partygoers Watched, and it was Mathew's lips moving down the center indentation of her stomach. The caressing hands moving over her hip and along her thighs were his. She trembled as an orgasm flowered and rippled through her.
He tongued the furl of her navel, and moved his hands down along the firm, silky insides of her thighs. His nostrils flared as he caught her sweet scent, and he filled his lungs with it until he was drunk with it. His lips touched the damp wisps of her hair, and he began to kiss her full mound to either side of her drenched slit.
She dampened her parted lips as his kisses sent waves of heat through her swollen pubes. The air seemed heavy with the scent of the camelias. He began to touch kisses to her quivering lips, and she felt his rod, sticky with her juices and his, begin to shift against her side. She gripped his legs, and pushed his pants down below his knees.
The rich mix of their juices touched his taste buds as he kissed the delicate furls of her lips. His breathing deepened as he felt her lower his pants, and his cock continued to fill with blood. Their hands moved over one another's legs, and he slid his tongue into the sweet lushness of her cleave. He heard her groan, and he began to ease his tongue up and down her slit as he caressed her long legs. He too had forgotten that they were in the kitchen.
She could feel the eyes of the partygoers on them as they rolled on the floor. She could feel his prick stiffen against her as his tongue began to move into her, and she gripped his hips as she turned from the waist. The light seeming very bright, her glazed eyes were barely open as she moved her mouth to the rigid column of his sex. She remembered being on her knees, and fingering herself, but now she was lying down, and her slit was being tongued. With a sob of pleasure, she began to lick at his knob while grabbing the veined spar of his shaft with both hands.
Her fingers indenting his engorged trunk, her tongue lapped at the hypersensitive surface of his cock's head. He groaned with pleasure against her nectar-filled fissure, and he thrust his tongue deep into her. She sucked the whole of his knob into her mouth as her hands slid the sheath of his translucent flesh up and down the throbbing meat of his prod. His arms around the outsides of her thighs, he slid his hands up their backs until the edges of his hands were against the undersides of her ass cheeks. His joined fingertips pressed against the tender inner bases of her full buttocks, and he could feel the back of her pelvis beneath the lush softness.
His fingertips kneaded the flesh beneath her mound, and his body moved against her hip and belly. He burrowed his mouth within her sweltering cove, and his chin brushed over her clit. Trembling, she forced her hands down around his rod, as she licked at the cleft of his knob, and she began to suck his shaft into her mouth. She heard him moan into her fevered nest as she lapped at his dorsal vein, and she moved one hand down over his balls.
As he slowly moved his tongue over her lips, he felt her taking more and more of his trunk into her mouth. Her tongue thrust and pulled along the underside as her tightened lips turned and pulled around him. Her one hand gripped the base of his shaft tightly as her thumb worked at the base of his dorsal vein. Her other hand caressed his sac and the swollen eggs of his nuts. His mind spun with raptures, and he gripped her sweet ass cheeks as he continued to move his chin beneath her clit.
He moved her buttocks against one another, and that sent tremors up from her anus. Despite a long-standing fear of anal entry, she found herself wishing he would thrust a finger up her ass. The movements of his chin sent hot chills flashing out from her clit. His knob moving into her throat, she moved her tightened mouth closer and closer to the base of his rod.
Writhing against her, he felt her cheeks, her tongue, and the roof of her mouth squeezing lower and lower around his prod. His knob and upper shaft moved deeper into her throat, and the throbbing of his cock echoed throughout his mind and body. He remembered her previous reluctance to give head at all, and he wondered at her now giving him throat, but the question was swept away in the whirlpool of ecstasy that was drawing him closer and closer to coming.
Their mouths fused to one another's loins, they clutched each other's ass. Their bodies bowed against one another, they rocked from side to side. Her lips pressed against the curlings of his pubic hair, and his balls began to spasm. His mouth burrowing in her cunny, his tongue probed deep as his chin continued sending vibrations through her pearl. Their feet sliding against the kitchen floor, their bodies bucked against the other's as their groans deepened.
The pulse of her clit, the flaming of her rectum, and the convulsions of her depths merged into one enormous wave of ecstasy that blasted into her. She felt herself lifted high, tumbled, and then she was floating down and down. His spend blasted free of his balls, and the throbbing swept through him. His juices jetted through his cock, and it jerked and spasmed within her suckling mouth and throat. Their minds rang with the intensities of their coming, and their bodies rolled and jumped on the floor. Her puss clutching around his mouth as he continued to tongue, she drank the last of his gism as it surged into her throat.
The tension went out of them, and they sprawled drunkenly together on the floor. His head slowly clearing, he looked over at her with delighted wonderment. He had no idea what had motivated her abrupt swing around, but he certainly did not feel like questioning it.
Rising unsteadily onto his knees, he snapped his pants, and lifted her semi-conscious body into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom, and eased her down.
He began to undress, and she parted her eyelids just enough to see him in the dim light coming from the living room. She was glad that he was not asking any questions since she had no answers for them. The bliss of her orgasms enfolded her, and she drifted into sleep as he stretched out beside her.
Her dreams were filled with images of Mathew, and of sexual adventures. Felice and Irwin, her sister and niece's butler, repeated the scene she had viewed, but this time they were standing in the middle of the party. Mathew sent her to suck Irwin off as he went down on Felice, and she did it. And Mathew smiled at her with approval.
Her eyes opened partially, and she was not sure if she was still dreaming or not. She could not will herself to sit up, and she lay remembering. Had Felice and Irwin been performing for the partygoers? She remembered sucking Mathew off in the garden, and licking his spend from the champagne glass. She remembered the glass in the kitchen, and remembered balling, and sixty-nining there. She turned her eyes, and saw the barely visible figure lying beside her. She remembered being carried to bed. And she saw the hard rise of the erect cock.
Dream images, memories, and desires drifted through her head. Forcing herself to sit up, her eyes remained on the engorged tool as she recalled wanting him to shove his finger up her ass. Moving in slow motion, she swallowed hard as she knelt astride his hips. As he was asleep, would he be angered if she mounted his hard rod without asking? Even as she wondered, she began to sink down, and her cunny enveloped his knob and upper shaft.
Still asleep, Jack stirred as the liquid heat of her tight mound began to envelop his cock. A murmur of pleasure escaped his lips.
The sound of pleasure strengthened her resolve, and she took the whole of his thick length up into her sweltering depths. Her eyes closed, and her face lifted, her hands shifted limply on her spread thighs as she slowly rose and fell around his hard column.
He moaned softly, and his fingers curled in the sheets as she drifted up and floated down. Swaying off her knees, she gurgled happily as warm ripples of pleasure eased through her. With her eyes closed, the divisions between dream, reality, and desire became even more indistinct. The desire to have him in her backside resurfaced, and she lifted fully off his cock.
His head lolled to one side, and his hips thrust lightly. Reaching out to balance herself, she turned her back to him and she moved down a little lower as she again straddled him. Her hands on her thighs, she raised her uptilted ass high, and she began to bring the carnation pink bud of her anus down toward his bulbous knob.
The delicate fissure kissed his cock's head, and began to sink down around it. His shoulders shifted against the bed, and his hands shifted on the bed. His eyes half-opened, and he looked up uncomprehendingly at her lush fanny as it began to come down around the throbbing of his tool. And he wondered if he was dreaming.
Her mouth opened wide as she felt his thick shaft moving higher and higher into her rectum. Her hands moved in from her thighs and pressed against her damp slit. As her ass moved closer and closer to his loins, her shoulders went back. Her fingers stroked her pulsing clit, and heat broiled in her bowels.
He gripped her hips and thrust the rest of the way into her backside. Her eyes opened wide, and she gasped as an orgasm blazed through her.
She twisted her fanny against his hips as he thrust within her. She was awake, but she did not know where she was, and she was not sure if she was with Mathew or Jack. But the orgasmic pulsings of her clit made her not care. Her fingers moved in the wet pink of her slit, and she groaned as he rocked her hips upon him even as she turned them.
His teeth gritted, he caressed her hips and moved his hands upward until he held the ripe teardrops of her tits. Half-sitting up, he pulled her against his chest, and they dropped back to the bed. Their hips bounced together and their legs thrust and pulled against the bedding.
His fingers indented her breasts as he held her to him, and he kissed the side of her face. Her cunt spasming around her fingers, she twisted her ass on the big skewer of his cock. She remembered the garden. The pulse of her clit quickened. She remembered him smiling as she drank from the glass. Her depths raged around the pumping of his shaft. She cried out in a strangled gasp as her underbelly shook with volcanic explosions.
The tight hold of her ass yanked at him, twisting and pulling. The roar of the ocean was in his ears. His cock jumped within her ass. His fingers kneaded her tits as her body shook atop his. He rolled beneath her weight, and thrust with a wildness. His come came free, and his rod leapt as he came, his juices hosing up into her bowels.
The bed shook as their climax came to its culmination, and they gasped for air as their hands dropped limply to their sides. His tool softening, she slid off him, and they lay in one another's arms as they drifted off again without either having been sure they had been awake.
Waking the next morning, Jenni turned her head and saw that she was alone. There was a slight, but not displeasurable, pain in her ass, and her clit was highly sensitive. Thus she knew that she had not dreamed of sixty-nining and taking a cock in her tush.
She touched a come spot on the sheets, and stood up on shaky legs. She moved to the full-length mirror, and looked at herself. Her hair was disarrayed, dried come crusted her mound, and she reached back to feel a veneer on the insides of her ass cheeks.
Remembering her half-dream confusion of Jack for Mathew, she was glad that Jack had left for work. How could she ever face him again? Certainly, she could not deny him head or anal intercourse after last night's activities. And why had Mathew affected her the way he had, motivating her behavior at the party and then at home with Jack?
The phone rang, and she jumped.
"Hello?" she said nervously, hoping it was not Jack.
"Morning," she heard Kama say cheerfully. "Feeling hung over?"
"Yeah, a little," Jenni admitted, though she knew it was not due to liquor, but due to frenzied sex.
"Well, you should've stuck around. Things really got going later," Kama said, and Jenni thought she heard another voice a distance from Kama.
"Still going on?"
"Huh? Oh, no. That was Irwin with my breakfast."
"Oh," Jenni said as she recalled seeing the butler going down on Felice, and she wondered whether to mention that or not.
"Well, that's about all," Kama said. "Oh, I. gave Mathew your number."
"He-he asked for it?" Jenni asked with surprise, and she felt her heart beat with excitement despite her wishes.
"No, no," Kama said, "but you seem' interested, so I gave it to him in case it was mutual. Interesting fellow, huh?"
"Uh, yes," Jenni said absently.
"Okay, talk to you later, sis," Kama said, and the line went dead.
Slowly, Jenni replaced the receiver. Would he phone? Would he come by? Her clit began to pulse, and she sat staring at the phone, waiting.
CHAPTER THREE
The minutes ticked away into hours, and Jenni continued to stare at the phone. Finally, she made herself go into the bathroom, but she came back and took the phone in with her. She turned the volume all the way up, and began to shower.
Sliding her sudsed hands over her body, she began to croon softly as she caressed her breasts and belly, and her fingers moved to her slit and her clit. She remembered again and again how she had given Mathew head, and the pleasure she had felt when she had thought he was sixty-nining with her, and entering her ass. She groaned as orgasms seared through her, and she slid down to her knees as she moved nearer and nearer a climax. Then, the phone rang, and she clawed the glass door open and pulled the receiver to her ear.
She heard a man's voice, but it was not Mathew's. It was a salesman trying to sell her window bars. Laughing sadly, she hung up.
She did not have the energy to move back toward her distanced climax, and she left the shower.
Her body half-dried, she put the phone on the bed, and dropped limply beside it. The light gleamed from the beads of water clinging to her flushed flesh. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples erect.
She turned her head to look at the phone, and she chewed the inside of her hp. She had given up trying to understand why she was reacting the way she was, and now she was simply hoping that Mathew would call, and waiting for that call.
She dozed off, woke, dozed off, and found that she had lost all track of time. She thought about getting up and having something to eat, but she could not muster the necessary energy. One hand shifted atop her abdomen, and her fingers began to toy with the moist strands of her plume. She smiled to herself as her eyes began to close, and her fingers moved unhurriedly over her lush mound. Her breathing deepening, she eased her fingertips up and down her tingling slit.
Her legs shifted, and her juices gleamed in her slit. Her fingers pressed a little harder, and the tongue pink of her cleave showed. She brushed her hair back with the back of her other hand as her face moved from side to side. Her fingers glided through the sleek wetness of her splay, and her lips parted to a ragged moan. Her fingertips met the pulse of her clit, and she tensed. Her body trembled to the joy that flowed through her, and the tension went out of her.
Smiling weakly, she brushed at her face again as her fingers shifted within her cunny. Then the phone rang and she jumped, sitting up. She stared at the phone for a moment, and then took a deep breath before lifting the receiver.
"He-hello?" she said timidly, and she smelled her scent on the. hand holding the phone. She hoped Mathew would also think her scent was pleasing.
"Jenni?"
She almost cried out with anguished disappointment upon hearing Jack's voice instead of Mathew's.
"Jenni? You there?"
"Uh, yes, Jack," she said with a shaky voice.
"I was wondering if you feel like dinner tonight? At Les Filles?"
"I ... I'm not feeling too well, Jack. Sorry. Maybe later in the week?" she said softly.
"Sure. Not feeling too bad, I hope. I mean ... after last night."
"Oh, nothing to do with that," she said with a nervous laugh. "No, just the flu or something. I'll call you later in the week, and ... and we can get together," she said, hoping he took the hint to stay away for the rest of the week without becoming curious.
"Okay. Take care," he said, and they hung up.
She sagged back, letting out a deep breath. She felt pangs of guilt-not so much over her he, but due to Jack's trusting acceptance of it, and his concern.
"Damn! I'm acting like an idiot!" she shouted at herself, and slammed her fist down against her knee. "I'll call him back, and stop this nonsense about Mathew," she told herself, and forced her hand toward the phone.
The phone rang as she started to lift the receiver, and she let out a gasp, pulling her hand back as if bumed. Her heart pounding, she stared at the phone with dilated eyes. Her breath came raggedly between her parted lips as the phone continued to ring. Her fingers uncurled as her hand eased downward, and they gripped the plastic that was still warm from her grasp. The receiver lifted, and the buttons popped up, opening the connection. "Y-yes?" she said, forcing the words out of her dry mouth.
"This is Mathew," he said, and she sat up straight at the husky warmth of his voice, her breasts heaving with her excitement, her flesh flushed with it.
"Yes." She nodded without being aware of it.
"Meet me tomorrow," he said. "Eleven-thirty. Reardon Plaza. Room twelve-o-seven. Got that?"
"I-yes," she gulped, and the line went dead.
Her hand lowered as if the weight of the receiver had grown, and she stared at it. He had not asked how she was, only announcing himself, and telling her when and where to meet him. She would not go. That was all there was to it. She slammed the receiver down. And she realized that she would go regardless of what she would tell herself.
She looked toward the window, and saw that night was falling. The clock told her that it was six o'clock.
"Six to ... Seven-seventeen-and-a-half hours," she murmured as she realized how long she would have to wait. "Or did he mean p.m.?" she wondered with an expression of alarm, realizing that she would then have to wait more than a full day.
Shaking off the apprehension, she jumped up and began to go through her closet and drawers, looking at items and discarding them. For the next hour she tried on different clothing, trying to find what she thought he would like best. Finally, she decided to wear the best choice while shopping in the morning, hoping that she would then find something better.
Suddenly ravenous, she ate, her plush fanny twisting around on the kitchen chair. She moved around, grinning broadly, and finally began to tire as the adrenaline rush took its toll. She was glad for that, not wanting to go without sleep before meeting him.
Still, when she lay down after setting the alarm she could not fall asleep. The memories of the party and of going down on Mathew played over and over in her mind. Her hand wandered toward her damp slit and the pulse of her clit, but she forced it back through an effort of will. She would not lessen her arousal. And that battle wearied her to the point where she fell asleep. The memories turned into dreams that expanded on them, and she moaned. Her hand, freed of the restraints of her will, curled into the throbbing yield of her cunny.
When the alarm went off, she stared at it uncomprehendingly. Despite her hours of sleep, she felt spent. Forcing herself up, she reached out to turn off the alarm and saw traces of her dried juices on her fingers. Understanding why she felt spent, she remembered the dreams, and she shivered with longing for them to become real.
Her body bathed in water scented with oils and powders, and her hair washed and prepared, she applied perfume to her pulse points. She looked in the mirror, inspecting her appearance from every angle. Her body glowed, the alabaster flesh flushed with a rosy hue. She touched the full teardrops of her breasts, which were swollen, but she kept herself from touching the erect, shell-pink nubs of her nipples. Her hand trembling, she brushed the wispy curlings of her muff, and the light gleamed from them.
Wishing she knew more about his tastes,. she chose her underwear. She slid a pair of sheer, lilac panties up her long legs until the silk waistband rested atop her full hips. The nylon stretched down between her hips to a narrow V to cling to her full mound, pressing the chestnut curlings to it, and in another V that bared the outsides of her rounded ass cheeks, and pulled into their deep cleavage.
A garter belt of white lace around her slender waist, she drew stockings up her shapely calves to just above the centers of her full thighs. She debated wearing a bra, but decided against it.
She slipped into a shirt dress of pastel gauze, and then into heels. She turned before the mirror, and the soft cloth billowed out and up from her legs. The light behind her silhouetted her legs against the fine fabric, and her nipples and aureolas made the palest of shadows against the cloth that sensuously draped her body.
She stared at the clock, amazed that it was only ten o'clock. She had abandoned the idea of shopping, knowing she was too nervous. Now she had to wait, and the minutes seemed like hours. She stood, not wanting to wrinkle the dress, and her entire body tremored with arousal.
She arrived at the Reardon Plaza building at eleven, worried that she would be held up by traffic. She ordered coffee in the lobby shop, but did not drink it. Her eyes were fixed on the slow turnings of the second and minute hands of the wall clock. At eleven-twenty, she could no longer sit still, and she went up in the elevator. Trembling, she had a moment's doubt, but it vanished as the doors opened.
She felt dizzy as she moved along the hallway, following the numbers on the door. Twelve-o-seven was the last office, the end of the hall being dominated by a large window. She stared at the door, the sunlight gleaming from her hair and shining through the thin stuff of her dress. She moistened her lips as she looked at her watch, counting off the seconds. Her cunt was pulsing, and her clit quivered with a deep, constant throb.
The second hand touched twelve, and it was eleven-thirty. She took a deep breath, and knocked. The blood was roaring in her ears. Receiving no reply, she started to knock again, but let her hand touch the doorknob. She turned it, but the door was locked. Her heart began to pound, and she knocked again. There was no answer! He had meant p.m. She would have to wait another twelve hours! A little sound of helpless frustration escaped her, and her head moved from side to side. She twisted the doorknob, pushing at the door. She could not survive another twelve hours of such tension without becoming a nervous wreck! She couldn't. She pounded on the door, gasping, and she sagged against it with gasping moans. "Your watch is apparently fast" She spun around, her eyes moist, and she smiled with surprised delight as she saw him standing there. His eyes dropped along her body, which was clearly silhouetted by the light coming from behind her. He moved forward without expression, his eyes on his keys as he took them from his pocket.
She took a step back, and she watched his strong hands as he unlocked the door. He went into the office without a glance or a word. Uncertain, she moved into the doorway and followed him inside.
CHAPTER FOUR
The wall to Jenni's left was like the end of the hall; made of glass, there were two vertical columns near the outsides. The office was large, but was still dominated by the desk he stood at. A leather upholstered couch faced toward the desk, its side toward the window. On the other side on the room was a chair that matched the couch.
He stood looking at her, sitting back against the edge of the desk. The sunlight gleamed from the polished wood, creating a brightness around him that almost made her squint.
"The door is behind you," he said casually. "Use it to leave if you wish. If you stay, accept that it is on my terms."
She stared at him for a few moments more, and then she nodded. Swallowing hard, she turned, and closed the door.
Turning back, she saw him moving toward the windowed wall, and he motioned for her. Concentrating on the steps she took, she crossed to him. Facing her, he moved his eyes from her hair to her face and down her body. He motioned, and she turned slowly for him. She felt feverish as he watched the thin gauze of the dress shift against the contours of her body.
"A nice dress," he said, and she glowed with pride that he had liked her choice. "Remove it."
Her breath caught for an instant, and then she was tugging the buttons free. She tried to keep her hands from shaking, and to keep from opening the dress too quickly. The cloth opened from between her naked tits, from the firm curve of her stomach, from the white lace of the garter belt, and from the narrow V of lilac nylon that clung to her swollen pubes.
She eased the cloth from the soft contours of her slender shoulders, and the gauze tugged at the gentle rises of her pale pink aureolas, and then at the burning rings of her nipples. Her breasts bared, the dress dropped to her elbows, draping down below her trim waist, and below the juncture of her delicately gapped thighs.
Drawing her hands from the short sleeves, she let the dress drop around her feet. He looked at the swollen teardrops of her breasts, the flow of her waist into her hips, the transparent cling of the panties to her mound, and at her long legs. He motioned, and she turned. Her breathing was shallow, and she wanted to glance back over her shoulder to see his reaction to the supple curve of her back with its dimples above the full, uptilted cheeks of her ass.
He moved to face her and the window, and she saw that his eyes were looking past her. Before she realized that she had done it, she turned her head to follow his gaze. A hundred yards away, a building was under construction, and a number of the construction workers were watching her and Mathew. Some smiled, some grinned, and a few were calling out to others. Blushing, her hands lifted to touch the centers of her palms to her nipples, and she shivered as the damp flesh touched the burning flesh, a chill of pleasure going through her tits. She looked at him, uncertain.
"The rest," he said, oblivious to her reaction to the men watching.
Slowly, she nodded, and she began to unfasten the ribbon straps of the garter belt from the tops of the stockings. She thought about moving so that she could lean against one of the columns, or against the couch, but she did not. Leaning forward from the waist, she slid her palms down her thigh, lowering one stocking, and she brought her knee up high as she balanced on one foot. She slipped the stocking and her heel off. A moment later, both stockings and shoes were off, and she unfastened the garter belt. Seeing his big tool tenting his slacks out toward her, she forgot about those watching her strip.
She hooked her thumbs in the silk waistband of the panties, and slid it down from her waist. The nylon lowered from her abdomen and the top of her lush fanny, tugging free of the deep cleavage. She felt the air against her damp slit, and the wispy curlings of her muff lifted. She raised one knee and then the other, and then she was fully naked. He nodded, and she resisted smiling.
He motioned, and she slowly turned. She started to lower her eyes when the men came into view, but she felt such pride over his approving nods that she found her embarrassment lessened. There were now a dozen men watching. Some pretended to be working, but they were all staring at her naked body. She could feel their eyes on her breasts, belly, and cunny. She felt herself slow, but she continued to turn back around. Her slit was flexing damply, and her apex pulsed deeply.
"Put your heels back on," he said.
The flowing lines of her legs were emphasized as she stood naked but for the high heels. Moving toward her, he motioned for her to turn her side to the window, and she had to pull her eyes from the hard thrusting of his prod against his slacks.
"Lean forward," he said, "and grasp your ankles."
She was a little confused, but she did as he said. Leaning forward from the waist, she curled her fingers around her ankles. She felt her thighs go taut and her ass cheeks pull tight. Her hair around her face, she looked back between her legs at his. Her breasts shifted high on her chest.
She gasped as she felt his hands spread wide against her hips, and her hands tightened around her ankles. The heels of his hands slid back against the velvety pillows of her tush, and his thumb tips joined at the cleft of her ass. His thumbs moved down in the shallow of her cleavage, and her cunny tightened and loosened as they moved closer and closer to it. His thumbs indented the soft flesh, and then pulled out to the sides, drawing her buttocks apart. She swallowed hard, knowing he was looking at the carnation pink bud of her anus. Had he taken out his cock? Could she take it within her ass? Yes, was her reply to herself.
His thumbs moved up and down in counterpoint, shifting the pursing of her anus, and subtle tremors went up into her. Then, his thumbs lowered, and her cheeks came together again. His thumbs touched the junctures of her thighs and torso, shifting in the soft shallows. The blood rushing to her head, she swayed as his thumbs moved in almost till they touched the outer bases of her mound. His touch pulled back, and the base of her slit shifted. She wondered if her juices were overflowing her cleave.
"Alright," he said as he stepped back, his hands dropping from her.
Blinking, she straightened, and almost fell as the blood whirled within her head. He was moving toward the desk, and she looked after him in confusion. Sitting back against the desk, he saw her expression of confusion.
"You can go," he explained.
"Go?" she asked in a small, uncomprehending voice. "But...."
"Yes?"
"Don't you...?"
"What?"
"I thought we'd .. "What is it you want?"
"I-I want to ... to ball with you," she said with a trace of desperation.
"Oh." He nodded. "Could you be more specific?"
"I want you to fuck me ... in my puss, my ass, my mouth," she said, forcing the words from her dried mouth.
"And?" he said, and she thought she saw a trace of a smile.
"I want to drink your come again. I-I want you to do whatever pleases you," she admitted, past pretense.
"Alright," he said after staring off thoughtfully for a moment, and he moved back toward her. "You may undress me."
She nodded with a little smile of relief. She went behind him, and removed his jacket, inhaling as the cloth brushed against her hypersensitive nipples. The jacket carefully draped over the chair behind the desk, she began to unbutton his shirt. She saw her fingers trembling as she slipped the buttons from the eyelets, and she saw his muscular chest rising and falling with normal breathing. She drew the shirt from his plated stomach, and saw the hair curling down from below his navel disappear beneath his pants.
Drawing the shirt out from his pants, she moved behind him, and slipped it from his broad shoulders. She saw the supple muscles defined in his back and arms as he shifted them, and she felt the warmth of his flesh.
The shirt hanging on the chair, she stared down at his belt buckle. She could feel her heart pounding and her clit pulsing. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and unbuckled the belt. The backs of her fingers felt the warmth of his flat abdomen as she opened the clasp of the trousers. Feeling dizzy, she held the cloth with one hand, and began to draw his zipper down with the other. The chirp of the steel teeth parting seemed very loud to her ears.
His pants open, she swayed as she dropped her hands from them. The cloth parted to reveal the curlings of his pubic hair and the very base of his thick shaft. Without conscious thought, she went to one knee before him. She started to reach up for the waistband of the slacks, but remembered his shoes.
His shoes off, she peeled his socks down and off, caressing them from his feet. Straightening off her knee, she felt the flesh of his slim hips against the backs of her fingers as she began to lower the slacks. His erect rod held against the cloth, and she had to work the trousers down off it. She watched as his tool was forced down and back toward his muscled thigh. More and more of the veined trunk came into view, and vertigo flowed through her brain.
She moved the pants further arid further down his thighs, and her eyes moved over his heavily weighted sac. Then, the cloth caught against the rim of his cock's head, and she moistened her lips. She realized that the muscles in her arms were tensed, and that her shoulders were bunched. She swallowed, and pulled the pants further down. His prick sprang free, lifting out and up like an uncaged creature, strong and ravenous.
He stepped out of the slacks as she stared at the vertical mouth of his knob. Their sides to the window, and the watching crew, she looked up at his face.
"Can I-kiss it? Suck you?" she asked as she forced her head back so that she could stare up into his eyes.
"If you-wish," he said, his weight on one leg as he folded his arms.
Dropping her other knee to the floor, she leaned forward, and the softness of her mouth touched his cock in a slow, caressing kiss. Her lips parted, sliding against the velvet tautness of the bulb, and the point of her tongue slid against the tiny lips of his tool. Feeling vertiginous, she touched her hands tentatively to his hips. Relieved that he did not order them down, she remembered the men watching, and she lowered her hands to just above his knees so that the view of her profile and his tool would not be obstructed.
Her lips slid back to the rim of his cock's head as her tongue washed over the plump knob. The muscles in her groin were tightening as the damp throbbing within her depths quickened. She sucked at his knob, her cheeks drawing in as she licked at it.
She started to move her mouth down around his thick length, but she paused. Her eyes opened, lifting, and she started to lean back so that she could ask if she could go down on him.
"Yes, you may," he said as if reading her mind.
Her hands caressing the outsides of his thighs, she let her lips slip over the edge of his knob, and her tongue thrust and pulled against his dorsal vein, nicking against the cleft of the plush crown. Her cheeks drew in as her mouth moved further down, and she filled her mouth with him as she sucked. Her mouth turned from side to side, her tongue kneading the thick undervein.
She lost all sense of time as she moved her head back and forth, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, his knob bobbing in her throat. She was murmuring, her flesh feeling fevered, the blood pounding in her head. Her breathing ragged, she slowly drew her head back until his cock popped free of her mouth. Her breathing quickened, her lips were parted. She looked up, but could read nothing from his expression. Her eyes darted to the side, and she saw that there were at least fifteen men watching from the building under construction, and that they were now on their lunch break, some eating. Had she been in the office for over half an hour? Had she sucked at his cock that long?
He reached down, curling his fingers under her chin, and he pulled upward. She raised up onto her feet, swaying before him.
"Let's see, you wanted my cock in your cunt and ass too, didn't you?"
She nodded, and he motioned toward the couch. Her ass rolling gently, she moved to it. He motioned her around to the back of it, and she felt the cool softness of the tooled leather against the fronts of her thighs. She watched the muscles in his stomach and thighs shift as he moved between her and the window, his cock bobbing and the sunlight gleaming from the dampness left by her mouthings. Then he was behind her, and her hands tightened against the couch as he gripped her hips.
His hands slid down to her thighs, and pressed them outward. She spread her legs, her abdomen shifting against the couch as she leaned forward from the waist. Her hands pressed against the back of the couch, and the contours of her back were accented as her straightened arms pressed her shoulders upward. His knob touched in the cleavage of her ass and glided softly upward toward the cleft as he moved forward. Her toes curled against the carpet. His cock pulled back, and then was touching against her backward-thrust cunny. She twisted her clit against the top of the couch, her teeth indenting her full lower lip as her eyes closed.
His cock's head slid down along her damp lips till it touched the couch. Her thighs shoved against the rear of the couch, and the tendons at the insides lifted slightly from the accented rise of her cunt. His knob slid back toward the base of her furrow, pressing with more pressure. Back and forth it slid, the pressure gradually increasing until her lips were forced apart. Her hips shifted back against him, rocking off the couch. His knob fully in her, she felt the outsides of his strong thighs against the insides of hers. He moved closer, and his thick rod began to glide up into the humid quiver of her cunny. She gave a small gasp as a small, but exquisite orgasm flowered within her underbelly. Her body trembled against his.
His prod slid higher and higher within her, glutting her. Her hands clutched at the leather as her abdomen and hips twisted against it. Then he was fully within her, his knob sliding against her cervix and off it. She moaned without restraint.
She felt his hips against her fanny, and she caressed them with her rounded cheeks as he began to thrust within her. She rocked her hips shifting her clit's aching throb against the firmness.
"Oh, yes, yes," she murmured as his thick hardness moved within her. "Yes-s-s," she whispered with a smile of ecstasy as another orgasm flowered.
Her head moved from side to side, and she found herself facing the brightness of the window. She focused her eyes, and she saw the men still watching. Another orgasm went through her, reverberating as she felt an added excitement. She thrust her fanny back, clutching at the ever-moving column with her cunt. Her flushed face tightened as she concentrated. Her damp palms slid down to the seat of the couch, and her feet lifted from the carpet. Her calves lifted till her feet touched his back, her toes flexing against the pads. Her head lifted, her body curved down from her raised shoulders and up to her lifted fanny, her thighs angling down and out, and her calves up and toward her body. Her rounded ass cheeks tightened and loosened, rocking back and forth as she thrust and pulled around his flexing shaft.
She wished she could see his face. She could see the workers. Some were rubbing absently at their crotches. She moaned deliriously, brightness flashing within her mind, her ears ringing. His prod continued to move with a steady rhythm. Her clit flashed with electric energy. Her hips twisted against the leather. Her moans grew deeper. The orgasms were merging, building within her recesses. Her underbelly contracted and expanded with voluptuous heat. Her eyes lost their focus, and she imagined she could make out the details of the men's erections-erections she and he were creating, erections that her body and abandon were generating. She found her thoughts blurring. His cock continued to move, steadily, rhythmically, untiring in its insistence. Her head lifted high, her mouth opening wide. The breath caught in her throat. There was only the sound of her blood roaring. There was only the flashing pleasure filling her body and consuming her senses. She cried out, coming.
Her hands slid forward until she was resting on her forearms. Her head sagged down between her hands. She tried to open her eyes, but she felt as if she had been spun around and around until everything was whirling and tilting all at once. Her ragged breathing began to ease a little, and she gradually became aware that his cock was still moving within her. The undulations of pleasure within her cunny eased a little, and she could feel his cock moving. The movements were barely discernible due to their subtlety. The vertigo subsided, and she rubbed her cheek up along her arm as she lifted her head. The men were still watching, and she smiled drunkenly.
Leaning forward, he slid one hand over her firm belly, and the other moved up between her breasts to spread wide against her upper chest. He drew her up and back until her back was against his body. The movement shifted the angle of his cock within her, and she was half-surprised; it seemed as if the wild motions of her body should have drawn the come from him. He took a step back, holding her to him.
Her legs were limp, her toes shifting against the carpet. His forearms were firm against her stomach and between her breasts, his hands pressed against her chest and curled around her waist. His knob shifted deep within her.
She wanted to ask what he was doing, but she could not form the words. He began to walk toward the desk, and each step caused his hard length to move within her. She groaned deep in her chest.
The desk stood on a center pedestal, long and flat except at the front. As they came closer she noticed that the rise at the front was a control panel. She saw a TV screen, a speaker grid, an intercom, and a telephone built into the panel. There were other items and switches. The fronts of her thighs touched the edge of the desk, and he leaned forward, lowering her to the polished walnut.
His arms slid back, and her breasts pressed down against the wood, her arms spreading wide. He eased her forward, and her thighs were atop the desk. His hands pressed down to either side of her, and he began to ease up onto the desk, his cock's pressure urging her to move forward until they were both atop the big desk.
She realized that the men across the way had a view of his tool immersed within her spread cunny, but now she could see neither his face nor theirs. His rod just moving within her, he reached out to the control panel to flick a switch. She opened her eyes as she heard a humming, and she realized that the desk was moving. It turned upon the pedestal until the back side was facing the windows. She turned her head, and saw the men still watching. She heard another switch flipped and another hum. The desk began to rise, stopping only when it was high enough to be used as a podium by a standing person. She laughed with delight, but suddenly gasped as his hips lifted, his prod sliding back and out of her cunt.
In her mind's eye, she could see his trunk gleaming with her juices. Her hands spread and pulled against the desk as she felt his damp knob press against the bud of her anus. Slowly, he turned his hips from side to side, applying the lightest of pressure. She twisted her cunt against the polished wood as her anus began to open around the bulbous crown of his prod.
She concentrated on relaxing her sphincter muscles, removing the tension as his cock's head began to move up into her fanny. Her legs spread wider and her ass lifted. She twisted her breasts against the hard mahogany. His shaft pushed deeper, pulled back a little, pushed deeper, her juices lubricating its movement. Her rectum reverberated with heat, the contractions and expansions beginning within her cunt again. She became aware that he had turned on a stereo FM within the control panel, the music playing softly. She bucked her ass toward him, but he drew back, controlling the gradual insertion of his hard length up into her rectum. Her bowels billowed with heat. Her lower hp pulled against the wood as her cheek turned against it. She ground her tits against the desk, seeking to ease the burning of her nipples.
His heavy balls swung forward, and she felt his sac against the base of her cunt. She gasped wildly, feeling him moving deeper and deeper. Her eyes were opened wide, but she saw nothing. Her mouth was opened wide, but no sound came from her constricted throat.
His loins pressed against the silky cushions of her ass cheeks, and she was dimly aware that his entire prod was now within her. Her body writhed between him and the desk. She was gasping deeply. She twisted the insistent pulsing of her clit against the hardness of the desk as she tightened and loosened her ass around the hardness of his rod. He was thrusting within her, arching his hips. His hands slid under her stomach and up under her tits. She gurgled happily as her breasts were forced high on her chest, and then his strong hands were encasing them.
Her hips were twisting and rocking. His hands kneaded and caressed the swollen aching of her breasts, his fingers plucking at the aching burn of her nipples. She rubbed her back against his strong chest. The flarings of her clit came faster and faster. Her legs stretched and curled, her rectum clutching and pulling at his prod.
He pushed one elbow against the desk, and she felt her stomach sliding against the mahogany. He rolled over onto his back, and she was resting atop him as he continued to thrust within her ass without pause. His hips shoved up against the plush weights of her ass cheeks. The fingers of one hand indenting her breast, his other hand glided slowly down her belly, moving closer and closer to the damp plume of her cunt.
His fingers slid down over her throbbing mound and into her wet furrow, curling up into the sweet pudding. She moaned, writhing atop him. Then she went still as the heel of his hand began to work against the top of her slit, sending rippling vibrations down into her clit. She gasped with pleasure. His hand and his cock moved in harmony. She clutched at the outsides of his hips, feeling the shallows between them and his buttocks. The separation between her nook and her ass blurred, and then dissolved. The movements of his hand and his cock became one, and her lower body was a pressure cooker, steaming and building in intensity. She was crying out without being aware of it.
Her mind spun with joy as her body bucked and squirmed, her underbelly expanding and contracting with ecstasy. Her mouth opened to her ragged breathing, she found herself looking toward the window. The men across the way came into focus, and she gave a blurred grin. Then she frowned with confusion as the window seemed to move to the side. Were things spinning that much? Then she realized that he had hit the turn switch, and that the desk was slowly revolving. She gave a giddy laugh of pleasure, but it caught in her throat as the surgings of heat within her recesses abruptly quickened. Her eyes widened and then closed to the brightness as orgasm after orgasm flashed through her.
Her feet pulled up alongside his legs, her knees high. Her ass began to rise and fall, pulling up along his thrusting member and then shoving down around it. His hand continued to vibrate her clit and caress the blazing crevice of her cunt.
The rip tide of arousal overwhelmed her, and she was pulled further and further into the solar heat, which grew more and more intense. Her thoughts and her awareness of whatever sounds or movements she might be making were left behind. There was only the constant building, the steady rise. Sheer ecstasy overpowered her, and the roar of her blood was the roar of the ocean, brightness burning through her mind.
Gradually, she became aware that she was lying curled on her stomach. Feeling as if her muscles and bones had melted, she realized that the desk had been lowered and stopped. She was facing the window, and she smiled toward the men who were once again working, their lunch hour over. Glad that she had had a full night's sleep, she forced herself up onto one elbow, and she brushed her hair back as she looked around. Drying his hands, Mathew stood in the previously hidden door of a bathroom. He had cleaned up, looking as fresh as before, and his cock was as hard as before.
"You-you haven't...."
"Come?" he asked as he took her hand to draw her from the desk and onto her feet. "No," he said with a trace, of a smile, and she followed him toward the window.
Letting go of her hand, he stepped to the side, and she saw the construction workers applauding. Her surprised smile widened as she beamed with pleasure, and she found herself taking a ballerina's bow. With a little laugh, she looked to Mathew. He was holding her dress out toward her, and she looked at him in confusion even as she took it.
"Like the audience?" he asked as she began to slip into the dress, the underwear and stockings forgotten.
"Yeah, I got off on them," she admitted.
Taking her by the shoulders, he moved her almost against the window. She felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her through the thin dress. His hands went down, and he began to gather up the skirt. She saw the men across the way give up their pretense of work as he lifted the skirt of the dress to her shoulders, baring her legs and loins to them She saw a man who was clearly a foreman appear and begin to yell at the men, who ignored him, and then he too was watching, his pants thrusting out also.
"Finger yourself for them." She heard his deep, resonant voice whisper at her ear.
Somewhere in her brain, a protest started to rise, but it was washed away by her excitement. Her palms eased up her thighs as she moved them further apart. Her fingers drifted over her slit and through the drenched curlings of her muff. Her eyes were lidded, but she kept them open. Her fingers drew her lips open, baring the tongue-pink crevice of her box. Her lips were parted to her ragged breathing. His hands held her skirt to her shoulders, and she arched her chest to press her breasts against the insides of his forearms, feeling the heat of his flesh through the gauze.
She curled her fingers in the humid slickness of her opened mound, her thumb drifting over the pulse of her apex. She blinked, seeing one of the men draw his hard tool from his jeans. His fingers curling around the thick trunk, he smiled at her as he began to slowly stroke himself. Her pulse racing, she twisted her ass back against the hard base of Mathew's took his knob stroking the center of her back.
"Like the company?" he asked, and she nodded with a murmur. "Motion for the rest of them to join you," he told her.
Smiling carnally, she raised one damp-fingered hand. Curving her fingers to her thumb, she moved her hand up and down, motioning with her head. The men glanced nervously at one another, and they saw the man whose cock was already out. He grinned too, and zippers began to be lowered. In moments, sixteen cocks were bared to her eyes. Her clit was pulsing madly, and she ground her ass back against his tool.
She watched wide-eyed as the men's hands began to stroke and tug at their cocks. She strained to focus her eyes so that she could see the details of thickness, length, shape, and which were circumcised or uncircumcised. Her hand stiffened as she pressed it to her mouth, tasting her own juices. Her other hand moved with a concentrated rhythm in her snatch, her arm aching. Her clit's pulse quickened. Her cunt tightened and loosened around her fingers, her hips arching back and forth between her hand and his cock.
The men's faces were flushed, and some were strained. Their hands moved with different rhythms. She moaned.
"Imagine them all in you," he said. "They're all hard for you. They're all imagining they're fucking you. Imagine that. Feel that. When they come, imagine that they are coming in you and over you."
Her vision going in and out of focus, she imagined it, and she groaned blissfully. Her thumb rubbing her clit, she lowered her other hand, and there were eight fingers thrusting and curling in her spread cunny. She imagined them as cocks, as the men's tongues.
"Imagine their come raining over you," he urged. "Imagine bathing in their spend, swimming in it."
"Oh, yes-s-s," she moaned. "Bui;-"
"But?"
"But it's you I want to come-to come in me." She groaned, her legs feeling rubbery.
He pressed the hem of the skirt to her mouth, and she bit down into the gauze, holding the skirt up as his hand moved down between them. She shuddered with an orgasm. The men across the way were twisting off their asses, biceps standing out as they pulled at their engorged tools.
His hips went back from her, and she felt his bulbous knob slide down the shallow of her spine. His hand moved the dress up over her uptilted ass cheeks, and she felt it against her flesh as he forced his stiff rod downward. She gasped, feeling his cock sliding between , her legs.
She looked down to see his upper shaft and knob jutting out from below her fingers. For a moment, to her blurred eyes, it appeared that she had become hermaphroditic, and had grown a cock. "You may put it in," he said, and her nectar-covered fingers slid over his knob and shaft.
She arched her hips down as she pressed his tool up, raising up onto her toes so that the high heels lifted from the carpet. His hands held her skirt against her shoulders again, supporting her. She groaned as his knob slid up beneath her clit, and then he was in her throbbing nest.
She pressed her fingers against his thick dorsal vein and tugged at his trunk with her vaginal muscles. She squirmed against him, her cunt holding him as it flexed. She wanted his whole length, but the third she held was enough, and the underside of his shaft was shifting beneath her clit. Orgasms flashed within her.
She would not have been surprised if the men had shown resentment over the fact that it was not one of their tools in her cunt, but they were smiling. It was as if Mathew was their representative, fucking her for them, She smiled broadly, moving her hand away from her slit so that they could see his cock moving in her spread mound more clearly while she continued to buff her clit with her thumb.
"Imagine that each cock you look at is the one in you," he said, and she tried to focus her blurred eyes and thoughts on them. "Can you imagine? Can you imagine them all thrusting and turning in you, pulling and twisting in your sweet, juicy puss?"
"Yes, yes," she moaned, her brain spinning, his hold on her shoulders and his cock within her all that was keeping her on her feet. "Yes, yes," she gasped, her tightened belly undulating as her hips bucked against him. "Yes-s-s," she moaned as she squeezed and turned her cunt around his thrusting hardness, her clit burning between it and her thumb.
One of the men's mouths opened wide, his head going back. Thick come blasted high from his jerking tool. Another man's face lined, his thick shaft bucking as his hand loosened it. Another aimed his long shaft toward her, pulling the foreskin back as his come geysered in her direction before arcing down toward the street; she had a mental flash of it raining down upon her as she walked along. Her orgasms were blasting through her from her feet to her scalp, her toes pulling tightly against her shoes.
Her cunt was spasming around his thrusting thickness. A curved shaft spewed a thick brew. A long, low-slung rod jabbed at the sky. A dark,' thick prong jumped, fountaining. She could feel their movements, could feel their hot nectar gushing up into her and flowing over her. She moaned and twisted, her orgasms merging into a rocketing train. His cock was all sixteen cocks, their movements his. She made wild sounds, her head moving from side to side in a frenzy.
Her impassioned climax brought the rest of the men over the edge, and her vision was filled with the sight of cocks thrusting and jerking, the air filled with pale fireworks.
"You-you come-please," she gasped hoarsely, the climax pulling her higher and higher as it continued on and on.
"Now?" he asked calmly.
"Yes, please," she gasped as her vision was filled with brightness, and she saw that all of the men had come but for the first one who had taken his cock out. It was as if his smile mirrored Mathew's face. She looked directly into the man's eyes, concentrating within the bombardment of her sanity by her climax. "Come," she said, enunciating so that he could read her lips. "Come," she cried, and the intensity of her climax was sweeping her away.
The man's smile tightened, and his cock began to spasm. Mathew's rod began to thrust faster and faster within her, rushing beneath her clit. The man's head went back, his hand moving away from his reddened length. Matthew's dorsal vein was moving against her clit as his come raced through his tool. The man's come blasted upward from his bucking prick. Mathew's come was blasting up into her depths. She cried out. She was seeing and feeling their cocks moving within her, their come geysering within her. Her vision went, and her culmination swept over her.
She remembered an out of focus image of the man's ecstatic face, and she opened her eyes. She was on the couch. Mathew was finishing dressing. She smiled warmly as she watched, bliss flowing through her.
"Time to go," he said, and she took his hand.
She stood up, and closed her eyes as dizziness spun her for a moment. Her legs steadying, she looked at him.
"Like to say goodbye?" he asked, nodding toward the window.
She followed his gaze, and saw that the men were back at work. She went to the window and looked across at them. A man saw her, and then they were all grinning toward her. She let out a little girl's giggle of delight, and threw them a kiss, her eyes coming to rest on the last man to come among them. The others threw kisses back, and he bowed, his courtly motion somehow not seeming to conflict with his tank top, jeans, and work boots.
Waiting for the elevator, she noticed that it had grown dark outside, and thunder rumbled just before they entered the car. In the lobby, she saw that it was raining outside, people scurrying for cover and holding papers and briefcases over their heads.
She looked at Mathew, but he continued toward the doors, and they went outside. She smiled at the idea of walking in the rain, and they moved casually up the sidewalk as people ran by.
She lifted her face to the rain, and felt it flow over her features. She opened her mouth, stretching her long tongue out to drink it. She looked over at him, and he glanced at her with a hint of a smile.
"That desk of yours is really great," she said.
"A bit ostentatious, but ... it does have its assets," he said, and she grinned.
"Wonder what the cleaning ladyll say about the stains on it," she mused.
A man running toward them slowed as if he was on film, and his eyes widened. His head turned as he passed by, his eyes moving over her body. She looked at him with a curious expression and then looked down.
The rain was turning the thin gauze of her dress transparent, and she now wore no underwear beneath it. She saw the pink of her nipples clearly revealed, and the flesh of her upper breasts and thighs showed through clearly. She saw individual drops of rain turn spots sheer, and her plume began to show through as a shadow. She felt the dress clinging to her buttocks.
Blushing, she started to tell him about the effect of the rain, but she closed her mouth upon seeing his profile. He obviously was aware of it, and her embarrassment receded a little. She looked ahead, and saw people standing under an awning. They were staring at her. She saw herself reflected in a plate glass window, and realized that she was fully naked to the ideas of anyone. The soaked dress was molded to her otherwise bare flesh.
Blushing again, she started to look away from the eyes of the people as they passed, but then she smiled. She felt enormous elation to be walking as good as naked beside him, to be seen by the world with him.
As casual as an empress-with-new-clothing, she let her eyes drift over the faces they passed, seeing excitement and outrage. She remembered the workers, and she imagined the men pulling out their prods to jerk off, and the women pulling their skirts up or their slacks down to finger themselves. Imagining that the rain was come, she gave a throaty laugh, her head going back, and she opened her mouth wide to the rain.
After another half-block, they came to a cab stand, and he opened the back door of one. She felt a twinge of disappointment when he did not get in with her, but the afternoon had been so enjoyable that she could not feel down. The cab driver was staring back at her with wide eyes that moved from her clearly revealed breasts to the drape of the now transparent dress between her thighs, which revealed her cunny.
"Will you call again?" she asked in a small voice as she stared up at Mathew.
"Possibly," he said, and she nodded. Lowering her eyes, she found them on the cling of his damp slacks to his tool. She wanted to reach out and touch it, and then she did. She craned her neck forward and kissed his rod through the cloth, sucking the rain from the cloth. She looked up with a blush, hoping she had not angered him.
He nodded, and walked away. She turned to watch through the back window, and raised up onto her knees. The cab driver moaned softly as her fanny was thrust toward him, Mathew turned the comer, and she sat down, not noticing the skirt pulling up toward the tops of her thighs, but the driver did notice.
Absently, she gave him the address, and was lost in her thoughts of the pleasures she had shared with Mathew and that he had provided for her. Reluctantly, the driver slowly turned, forcing his eyes away from the sight of her rain-dampened thighs and mound. He took a deep breath, and they started forward.
She wondered how long it would be before he contacted her again, and what he would come up with for the next time. This encounter had been so deliriously joyous that she could hardly imagine him topping it. Smiling, she wondered how she could word her thanks to Kama for having invited her and Mathew to the party where they met.
She looked ahead, and saw the driver's eyes flicking back and forth between the traffic and her reflection. She smiled to herself as she glanced down at the transparent cling of the dress on her exposed loins. She felt emboldened.
"Really got drenched," she said casually, pulling the clinging cloth from her thighs, thus raising the dress even higher.
"Uh, yeah." The driver nodded, his voice sounding strangled.
She leaned back, stretching her arms across the back of the seat, and the wet gauze pulled tight against her breasts. Letting her head loll to the side, she did not look at the rear view mirror as she let him stare at her naked cunt, and at her breasts. She decided that she could not say no if he asked to ball, and she smiled contentedly.
CHAPTER FIVE
The dress was almost dry by the time they reached her apartment building. She sat up, and opened the door, the driver turning in his seat to watch her long legs flash as she got out. She stared down into his eyes, both of them smiling.
"The fare's on me," he said. "As much as I enjoyed the ride, I couldn't charge you."
"Are you sure you've gotten enough in exchange?" she said, drifting her fingertips over her full lower hp.
"Oh, enough so my wife'll appreciate the effects of it."
"A fortunate lady," Jenni said. "You give her all the best, ay?" She grinned and lifted her skirt as if to shake it out, providing him with an unobstructed view of her legs, hips, and cunny.
"Oh, you can bet on that," he hummed, and she could see the big bulge of his erect prod against his pants.
She nodded, and turned toward the building door.
"Miss?" he called, and she looked back over her shoulder. "The view has been delightful, but ... there's been one limitation," he said, his eyes dropping toward her tush.
"Well, we must have a fitting ending for our adventure, mustn't we?" She laughed and drew her skirt up to the small of her back to reveal the full, rounded, uptilted pillows of her ass cheeks.
"Yes." He nodded after staring for long moments. "A very fitting end."
Both laughing, she went into the building, and he drove away to pleasantly surprise his wife.
Putting her dress up to dry, she showered and shampooed, and dried her hair, all of which she did with a radiant smile. She felt so relaxed that she was considering a nap, but the doorbell rang. For an instant, she wondered if it could be Mathew, but that seemed un-likely since she had just left him. Slipping into a pale orange terry cloth robe, she opened the door to see Kama and Felice.
"We were just in the neighborhood, and thought we'd drop by." Kama smiled at her sister, and Felice nodded at her aunt with a smile.
"Been shopping?" Jenni asked.
"No, just ... hanging out." Felice smiled, and Jenni found herself uncomfortable as her niece continued to stare directly into her eyes.
"And what've you been up to?" Kama asked, putting her purse down.
"Oh, this and that," Jenni said, hoping her smile wasn't too obvious.
"Like this or that better?" Felice asked as she sprawled on the couch, the nudges of her nipples showing against the thin cotton of her pullover.
"Pardon?" Jenni asked.
"Oh, did you hear anything from Mathew?" Kama asked casually, brushing her jet black hair back.
"Uh, yeah, he did call," Jenni said noncommittally.
"And?" Kama smiled, her big conical breasts shifting against her blouse as she moved back toward Jenni.
"We had ... a lunch date." Jenni smiled.
"Oh-ho." Kama laughed. "And who got eaten?"
"Kama!" Jenni said, nodding toward Felice, which seemed absurd as she recalled seeing the girl being eaten by Irwin, the butler.
"Hold your hands over your ears, dear," Kama said to Felice with mock seriousness, and all three laughed. "Well, I hope you both had a nice ... lunch."
"Thanks."
"Use your phone?" Kama asked with a nod toward the bedroom.
"Sure." Jenni nodded, and Kama moved toward the bedroom, her full hips swaying. "Get you anything?" she asked Felice.
"No, thanks." Felice smiled, standing up, and the sunlight danced in her long, honey-blond hair. "How'd you like Irwin's action?" the girl asked with a pixie smile.
"I-I was going to speak to you about that," Jenni said uneasily.
"But?" Felice asked, looking up into her aunt's eyes, and Jenni looked into the Botticelli-like innocence of Felice's face, with its large violet eyes, and felt her throat tighten. "Like the way he was licking my pussy?"
"I...." Jenni faltered, and she wished that she was not backed up against a table, and that the girl was not standing quite so close. "Isn't he ... a little old for you?" was the best she could manage.
"Well, I might be a bit young for him, but him too old for me?" Felice grinned as she moved even closer.
The petite domes of Felice's breasts rose and fell against the soft cotton of the tank top, the scooped neck of which was draped out a little from them. Jenni felt her face warm as she found that her eyes had dropped to the sight of the soft rises, and to the nudges of the girl's erect nipples. Abruptly, she remembered her fantasizing about the women on the street masturbating at the sight of her in the soaked dress, something she had not questioned at the time. She looked past her niece, seeing Kama seated on the edge of the bed, her back to them as she talked on the phone in a low, husky voice.
"That's a lovely robe," Felice said, her eyes level with Jenni's upper chest, and she touched the sash. "Is it lined?" she asked, raising her shining eyes.
"Uh, yes," Jenni murmured.
"Let's see." Felice smiled, and her hand was opening the sash as her eyes held Jenni's.
Jenni looked down, her hands moving, but it was too late. The girl had caught both sides of the robe, and she spread them wide from her aunt's naked body. Jenni looked down in shock as Felice moved her eyes over the rigid rings of her nipples, the ripe teardrops of her breasts, the firm curve of her belly, and the silky plume of her mound.
"Yes, very nice," Felice said, and she opened one hand to move it to the lining, her forearm brushing against Jenni's stomach. "And so are you, Aunt Jenni. I only wish I was as pretty."
"But-but you're beautiful," Jenni stammered, and she realized that her cunny was tightening.
"Do you really think so?" Felice asked. "Of course, you have seen part of me naked." She grinned. "Did you know our nipples are alike?" she asked, and Jenni shook her head mutely. "Look." Felice smiled, and she tugged her tank top down from one diminutive hillock, showing the wide, pale saffron ring of her nipple, which was mounted atop an aureola so light that it was like a blush. "See, a little ring like yours," she said, and she lifted Jenni's hand to it.
Jenni swallowed hard. The rigid little ring of her niece's nipple seemed to bum against her fingertips. She inhaled sharply as Felice's hand left hers to touch the peak of her breast. Their breathing shallow, they stood touching one another's nipples, and Jenni's trembling fingers began to imitate the circling motion of Felice's, touching the subtle rise as the girl touched the fullness of her breast. Jenni watched her fingers drift around the girl's breast, and then the girl was rising onto her toes, and Jenni's fingers were against the lowered top, causing it to pull down from both breasts.
Jenni was swaying as she felt Felice's breasts touch against the undercurves of hers. The hard nipples were sliding up toward her own. She stared into the violet eyes, her head lowering as if weighted while the girl's rose. Their faces came closer and closer, their lips parted to their breathing, and their eyes were lidded. The girl's hands were sliding over her hips, and back to the uptilted globes of her fanny.
There was a clicking, and Jenni realized that Kama had stopped talking. She lifted her head, and saw her sister beginning to stand. She slid out from between Felice and the table, pulling the robe closed.. Felice smiled sensuously, and Jenni realized that the girl's breasts were still bared as Kama came back into the room.
"Oh, Felice, stop being such a show-off," Kama said absently, and Felice pulled the top up with a smile. "Well, we've got to be running," Kama said, and she touched her lips to her sister's, Jenni swaying as her eyes closed, and Kama arched an eyebrow. "Yes, you've had a busy day, haven't you?"
Before Jenni could think how to reply, Kama was opening the door.
"Come by tomorrow afternoon," Kama said, and she went out.
"O-okay," Jenni nodded, confused, and she blinked as Felice threw her a kiss before shutting the door.
Alone, Jenni slid one hand into her robe, and she squeezed the breast Felice had touched. She felt steamy, and she wondered what had just happened between her and the girl. Had Kama been aware of it? It seemed possible, but she was unsure.
Perhaps Kama was right, and she had had too busy a day. Certainly it had been busy enough that there was no point in trying to think about what she had done, or question herself. She had enjoyed it too much.
Moving toward the bed for a nap, she opened the robe, and let it fall behind her. She dropped onto her belly, and shifted her hot, naked flesh against the coolness of the covers. Looking to the side, she saw that her hand was where Kama had sat, and she realized that the cover was still warm from the press of her sister's opulent fanny. Shaking her head, she smiled, and she wondered if Mathew would be at Kama's the next afternoon.
With that thought, she fell asleep with a contented smile on her face.
She thought she heard something, and opened her eyes. It was dark, night having fallen. The bed shifted, and she started to look back, but hands were pressing down against her shoulders. She felt strong legs between hers, forcing them further apart. She started to speak, but the man's fingertips touched her lips.
The bulbous knob of the man's prod touched in the deep cleavage of her ass cheeks and began to slide forward as he leaned closer to her. She shivered with pleasure as his thick length slid between her cheeks and up against the shallow at the small of her back. His heavy sac pressed against the center base of her fanny.
He began to slowly slide his cock back along the same route, and she wondered if he was going to enter her ass or her cunt. Her hands gripped the sheets, and her hips arched back toward him as his knob left her cleavage. Her mouth was dry as she waited to feel which way he would enter her, and she moaned against his fingertips.
CHAPTER SIX
Jenni's mouth widened against the covers as the big cock's head touched at the small space between her anus and cunt. Then it slid down, and her slit was opening to its pressure. Her hands clutched the covers. His knob slid up between her lips until it touched beneath her clit, the upper shaft against the length of her cleave. He shifted, rocking his hips as he shifted his knob beneath her apex, his shaft shifting from side to side against her quivering furrow. She moaned against the bed as he knowingly began to intensify her arousal.
The plush, velvet soft bulb of his rod turned in the moistness below her pearl, and ripples of desire went through her. Her hips began to move, arching lightly to press her pulsing clit closer to the steady movement. His abdomen shifted against her raised fanny, and his knob slid back down between her cunt lips. His hips shifted, and his prod began to move up into the rich, juice-filled harbor of her sex. Her ass twisted against his stomach as he began to move deeper and deeper in the moist clutchings of her depths. She groaned, wishing she could see his face, as she had wished when she had been stretched over the back of the leather upholstered couch.
His hips pressed against the outsides of her buttocks, and the outsides of his upper thighs moved her thighs even further apart. His cock was fully within her, and her cunt gripped it tightly, her hips moving her around his thick hardness. His elbows beside her, he moved his hands over her shoulders, down along her upper arms, and then beneath her shoulders. Slowly, he worked his hands between the bed and her breasts. She gurgled in her throat as he began to thrust and turn his cock, the underside of his shaft stroking beneath her clit to send carnal vibrations into it.
His hands pressed down between the covers and the upper slopes of her breasts, and the edges of his hands came to the soft pink peaks. She groaned as the rigid rings of her nipples were pinched between the edges of his hands and the bed. His abdomen lifted and fell as it turned against her full ass, sending wavering sensations up within her rectum His cock rode high in her cunt, the underside playing against the pulsing of her clit. His hands pressed harder, and her breasts were squeezed into his cupped hands, her nipples sliding against the centers of his palms as his fingertips indented the resilient teardrops.
There were only the sounds of her ragged breathing, the shiftings of the bed, and the wet sluicings of his rod within her quaking cunny. She rubbed the side of her face against the covers, her hair masking the lifted side. She had lost all sense of place within the darkness of the room, all sense of time within the steady, uninterrupted movements. An orgasm blossomed from the bud of her clit, and ecstasy flowered within her depths. She shook beneath him, and her ass cheeks thrust up against him, twisting against him as her box spasmed around his prick.
She moaned deeply as the orgasm reverberated through her, echoing within her mind. Time and place dissolved; she felt as if she were swimming in space with him, and the orgasm had neither beginning nor end, sweeping over her like the incoming tide upon a beach. Her moan became a sigh, and she became aware that there was yet another sound.
At first, she thought it was merely a ringing in her ears. Her eyes opened a little, and focused through the spill of her hair, and she realized that the sound was coming from the phone beside the bed. She hoped that he would lift the receiver, and hang up.
She smiled as she felt his hand slide out to the side, pulling her breast out too. She saw his arm stretch out, and he lifted the receiver. But instead of replacing the receiver, he moved it toward her head. She frowned as it and his hand blocked out what little light there was, and when the phone was resting atop the covers, the earpiece by her eye, the mouthpiece before her opened mouth: ; "Are you enjoying yourself?" Mathew asked.
"Ye-" she began with a smile, but her eyes widened as she realized that his voice had come from the phone. "Who?" she blurted, twisting in an unsuccessful effort to see who the man was with her.
"Who is the man with his cock in your sweet cunt?" he chuckled. "A friend."
Thoughts and emotions rose and clashed within her. Who was this stranger? Why had Mathew sent him? Didn't he care anything for her? Didn't he want to have her for his own? Still, hadn't the man proven himself an excellent lover? Hadn't Mathew chosen an excellent lover for her? Wasn't he impressed enough with her to send a friend to experience the pleasures of her body and imagination?
Wasn't he providing pleasure for her without selfish concern that he share it all? She felt pride and warmth rise. She could give him pleasure through his friend, his friend's cock becoming his just as the sixteen men's cocks had been his.
The man had slid out while the thoughts had spun her brain, and he was turning her onto her back. He was a dark silhouette above her as he moved upward, repositioning the phone by her head as his knees slid up past her shoulders. She caught the fragrance of her juices upon his hard cock as it loomed over her face. Without thinking, she stretched her long tongue up, and licked her taste from the length of his dorsal vein.
"Now, lick the knob," he said, and it was as if he could see what was happening.
She pushed the crown of his head back, and she moved the taut point of her tongue along the rim of its cleft, and then up to the minute lips. Raising her head, she sucked at the plush bauble, and her lips pulled against the rim as her tongue flowed over the knob. She sucked and licked happily, her hands touching at the man's ankles.
"And the sides of the shaft," he directed, and she let the cock's head pop free.
She turned her head from side to side as she moved the flat of her tongue up and down the thick length. The taste of her juices bathed her taste buds, and she felt the tight coils of his hair against her cheeks. Her tits shifted against the backs of his buttocks.
"Suck your juices from his hair," Mathew said, and she did so, tightening pursed lips as she licked and sucked. "Now, lick down the underside till you reach the base," and she did so, stroking the thick vein with her tensed tongue. "Now, begin to lick the sac."
Her tongue flowed over his sac, feeling his balls shift within as she licked. She sucked at the fine hairs of his scrotum, and moved her tongue from the base of his cock downward, following the seam.
"Suckle the balls," he said, and her mouth opened wide against the heavily weighted sac so that she could draw one of his large nuts gently into her mouth. Easing her tongue over the sac, she shifted the swollen testicle between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She let it slip from her lips, and drew the other in. She moved her face closer to him, and she carefully pressed it up into the cavity, then letting the pressure of her nuzzling lips shift it within the hold of his body.
"Feel the root there between the balls," he said, and his balls shifted against the sides of her mouth as she nuzzled her lips against the hard rise through his sac. "Lick and suck it."
Tensing her tongue, she kneaded the thick rise through his scrotum and turned her face to suck at it through the purse of flesh, moving from the base of his cock to the base of his sac, and back up. His balls shifted against her face as she hungrily mouthed him.
"Continue down from the base of the cock, but don't stop at the base of the sac," he said, and she followed the root with her mouth and tongue.
His balls moved against the outsides of her suckling mouth, and then against the outside of her nose as she tongued toward the base of his sac. She shifted lower, and her breasts felt the cool air, her nipples becoming even more erect. His balls kissed her eyes through the pouch of flesh as she followed the thick root under the arch of his body. Her chin shifted against the center base of his ass. Her tongue felt the upward curve of his root, and then her lower lip shifted in the cleavage. Her tongue thrust and twisted.
"Now, move back along the root, and along the shaft," he told her, and she slowly retraced the path of her mouth and tongue. "And now begin to suck down around the cock."
As she moved back up on the bed, and as he . leaned forward from the waist, her forehead pressed against his stomach. Her lips tightened and loosened as she began to work them down around his shaft. Her tongue stroked his vein, his knob rubbing back against the roof of her mouth. She pulled her cheeks in around the outsides of his trunk, sliding her mouth up and down as she sucked hard. Her nostrils flared with her deepened breathing. Her tongue stretched out, thrusting and pulling.
"Take all of it in," he said. "Suck the whole of the shaft in."
She slid back down a little, his stomach pressing against her forehead, and her throat and his tool were aligned. She relaxed her throat muscles, negating the gag reflex so that she could breathe around his knob as it moved down into her throat. She sucked further and further down the thick column. Her stretched tongue touched the top of his sac. Hungrily, she moved her lips closer and closer to his groin as she continued to tighten and loosen her mouth around him. The coils of his hair touched her lips, and all of his prod was in her mouth and throat. She sucked hard, turning her lips from side to side, and she began to move her mouth back and forth, pumping at his rod.
Her upper arms pressed up against the backs of his calves, her hands tightening around his ankles. Her cunt was throbbing, and her hips thrust up into the air as her heels dug into the bedding. Her mouth slid up and down, his knob and upper shaft bobbing in her throat. Her movements were feverish, becoming wilder as she sought to draw his come from the balls she had sucked and licked, to urge it through the root she had mouthed, to pull it into her mouth and throat. She was groaning insistently, her body writhing beneath his.
"Do you want to taste it?" he asked, and she heard his voice through the roaring of her blood, which made it sound as if he was speaking from within her mind. A gurgling sound of affirmation came up from around the engorged rod. "Do you want me to come?"
She made another sound to indicate yes as she continued to suck.
"My cock is in another woman's mouth," he said. "And a lovely mouth it is."
Her thoughts blurred with confusion,, and then she realized that his directions had not only been to her, but to the other woman as well As she had licked and sucked so had the other woman. Had the other woman done better, or had she? There was a flash of jealousy, but that was swept away as she realized that she was with someone other than him. As far as she was concerned, it was Mathew's cock she held in her mouth and throat. Was it possible that the other woman considered Mathew's cock to be this man's cock?
"Lick and suck harder," he directed, and she did so. "And now...." he said tightly, and the man's cock was jumping and thrusting in her mouth and throat. His hips lifted, and his tool was whipping about in her mouth, his juices hosing over her tongue and mouth. She sucked harder, drawing all of the thick brew from him. She could not tell if he was moaning, or if it was Mathew.
The spasms began to ease, and the big prod began to grow still in her mouth. She went limp, and he sat back up. The bulbous knob rested on her lower lip, a droplet of spend sliding down over her chin.
"Very good," he said, and she smiled even though she knew the praise was also for the other woman. As he had shared her with the man, so she had shared him with the woman. "Sweet dreams," he chuckled, and the line went dead.
Limply spread-eagled on her back, she watched as the man began to dress. He was still a dark silhouette. It seemed as if she should feel frustrated, but she did not, and she fell happily asleep after the man had departed.
Jenni was thinking about what to have for lunch when the doorbell rang. She hoped it was Mathew, but she had realized that she could not expect it to be him every time the phone or doorbell rang. Still, she could not think who else it would be. Jack was not supposed to contact her till later in the week, and she was due at Kama's later in the afternoon.
"Oh, it's you," she said when she opened the door to find Jack standing there.
"I-I just wondered if you were feeling better," he said uncertainly.
"Right." She nodded. "It's just that ... I thought I said to call me later in the week."
"I'm sorry, Jenni, I didn't mean to...." he trailed off contritely.
"Oh, kiss my ass," she said curtly. She took a deep breath, wondering at her hostility, and she started to turn in order to apologize. But Jack was no longer standing behind her-he was kneeling.
She looked down at him, confused. Remembering her words to him, she started to smile, assuming that he was making a sarcastic response by reacting literally. But she saw by his expression that he was not joking.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She stared down at him, uncertain as to what to do or say. She turned her head, and saw them both reflected in the bedroom mirror. Somehow, it seemed absurd-not that he was doing what he was, but the idea of her in the dominant role. Still, she did feel excitement, and she began to smile as she looked down into his face.
Her fingers unsnapped her slacks and opened the zipper. Slowly, she began to lower the slacks and her panties, presenting her up-tilted ass cheeks to his face. The pants down around her knees, she turned her back to him, and her eyes went to the mirror.
"Alright," she said breathlessly, "do it."
She still half-expected him to grin, admitting that it had been a joke, as it might have been initially. But he did not grin, and she saw that his pants were tented out and up from his crotch. He leaned forward, and he pressed his lips to the silky pillows of her fanny.
Warmth rippled up through her body, and she moistened her lips. She did not fully understand what was happening, but her heart was pounding with excitement. His lips moved over the centers and outsides of her buttocks, and then he pressed his mouth into their deep cleavage. Her toes curled tight as his lips moved downward till they came to the base of her cunny. He kissed the center bases of her ass cheeks, and slid his tongue upward, feeling the soft cushions embrace it.
Her eyes were lidded, and her lips were parted. Her underbelly was filled with tremors of delicious heat as he tongued and kissed, and she swallowed hard.
"That's enough," she said, and he leaned back, his face flushed.
She turned to look down into his face. He lowered his eyes, seeing no approval on her face, and his eyes focused on the lush mound of her cunt.
"No, none for you ... yet," she said, having no idea where the words were coming from. "Maybe later." She stared at him, unsure as to what to do next. "Put my pants back on," she told him, and he nodded eagerly as he slid them up toward her hips. "You may sniff my puss," she told him as the pants came to the juncture of her thighs.
"Thank you," he whispered, and he leaned forward until his nose and upper lips just touched her chestnut plume.
She watched as his nostrils flared, and he reluctantly leaned back after filling his lungs with her fragrance. The pants up around her hips, he zipped and snapped the slacks. "May I leave for a moment?" he asked. "Who asked you to come?" she asked coolly. "Just for a moment? I-I have something for you in my car," he promised.
"Oh, alright," she said with a bored tone, and turned away.
"Thank you," she heard him say as she began to pour herself a drink, and the door closed behind him.
"And I thought yesterday was strange," she said with a shake of her head, and she took a swallow. "Of course, yesterday was a delight." She smiled. There was a light knock at the door. "Come in," she said, and Jack came back in.
"I-I've had this in the trunk for a long while," he said as he held a large clothing box up for" her to see.
"Why didn't you give it to me before?" she asked, curious as to what was in the box.
"I was afraid ... that you'd be upset, turned off," he said, lowering his eyes.
"But not now?"
"No." He smiled. "Not after....I'd hoped, but I'd almost given up thinking that ... that it'd happen. I couldn't figure out how to bring it up."
"What are you talking about?" she asked with a trace of weariness.
"Let me show you," he smiled shyly, and he knelt on the rug as he began to open the box.
Her curiosity aroused, she watched with interest as he untaped and opened the box. She saw black leather, and the light glinted from silver metal. Smiling hopefully", he held the garment up. It was cut like a one-piece swim suit, but it was made of leather.
"Do-do you like it?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," she said in all honesty, and she finished the drink.
"Maybe when you have it on...?"
"Maybe," she shrugged. "You can dress me-I suppose."
Carefully putting the outfit back in the box, he moved forward on his knees, and began to untie her shoes. He caressed them from her feet, and reverently opened her pants. Placing a hand on his head, she raised one foot and then the other. He reached up to unbutton her blouse, and she shrugged it from her shoulders. Folding the slacks, he draped the blouse over the arm of the couch.
Running her hand over her taut belly and down over her warm mound, she smiled to herself. Standing casually nude as the clothed Jack moved around on his knees, she found herself enjoying it. He opened some snaps, and turned back to her, holding the outfit. The bottom had been removed, and it was like a merry widow now. She watched as he reached around behind her, and brought it together at her stomach. He fastened silver chains, and the leather snugly held her waist, forcing her breasts high. He lifted the part he had removed, and she moved her legs further apart.
The section of leather tapered toward the center, and this part fitted to the underarch of her body. He snapped the ends to the base front and rear of the merry widow, and the center of her mound and of her tush were covered, the cheeks of both pressed outward. She was pleasantly surprised by the feel of the leather.
He lifted another section and stood up. He snapped the bases of leather bra cups to the merry widow. The tops of the cups had silver chains that connected to a wide leather collar that he fastened at the back of her throat.
The peaks of the cups were cut out, silver rings framing her nipples, which were forced outward. Slender, three-inch-long spikes stuck out from the collar, an inch apart, "You did well on the size," she said, looking toward her reflection in the mirror.
"That you," he said. "Those boots of yours will go with it perfectly. Can I get them?"
She nodded, and watched as he went to her bedroom closet. It was amazing that she had been so unaware of this side of his personality. Still, it might explain him putting up with her previous reluctance concerning balling, and some of her crabby moods, she thought with a smile.
He returned with the boots, and knelt to hold them as she slid her feet into them. They came to just below her knees, and laced up the fronts. The heels were thin and very high, and the contours of her legs were accented. She had never been certain why she had bought the boots, which she wore only rarely, but had assumed it was due to the intricate workmanship. She now recalled how enthusiastic Jack had been when he had seen them The strings laced up through the many eyelets, and tied, he moved back to look at her. His eyes were dilated, and he was smiling broadly, his cock lifting his pants.
She turned and moved toward the bedroom mirror. There was something strange about seeing herself in the leather outfit and boots, as if she were looking at someone else. Her hips bared, her long legs looked even longer. The boots arched her hips forward, and the shallows between her thighs and the outside of her mound were accented. The rings of her nipples looked very soft in the ringed openings of the leather bra cups, the tops of her breasts defined due to being pushed upward. Her long, aristocratic neck was shown off by the collar. The silver studs, the nipple rings, and the chains glinted. She turned and looked back over her shoulder. The leather strap pushed the rounded cheeks of her ass out to the sides, defining their lushness, and the shallows between them and her hips.
"Do you like it?" he asked from the living room.
"Yes," she admitted. "But why did you wait so long before giving it to me?" she added, instinctively knowing he would like that.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Never mind," she said, dismissing it as she turned before the mirror. "I think my hair should be up because of the collar. Come do it," she said, and sat down at her dressing table.
She smiled at the reflection before her, amazed how easily she was taking to this role.
"I forgot these," he said apologetically, and she looked in the mirror to see high leather gloves. She stretched out her arms from her sides, and her nipples rubbed against the metal rings as he slipped on the snug-fitting, black leather gloves, which reached up to the middle of her upper arms.
A bit uncertainly, he began to brush her hair back from her face, taking care not to pull it. He fumbled with pins as he gathered it at the back of her head, and she winced.
"I'm sorry. I-" he began, but he cut off as she gave him a cold look in the mirror.
Her hair smoothed back against her temples and the top of her head, it was gathered in a swirl at the back of her head. Trails of down soft hair touched against the leather collar with its needle spikes. She turned her head, inspecting his work, and stood up. Standing in front of the mirror, she rested her hands on her hips, and turned from side to side off her ankles. There was still an underlying humor to this for her, but she had to admit that she looked terrific in the outfit.
"You pulled my hair with your clumsiness," she said.
"I didn't mean to. It was an accident," he assured her.
"That doesn't change anything, does it?" she said, turning toward him, and she arched her head imperially. "Strip," she said commandingly.
Standing in the middle of the room, he fidgeted nervously, and then he began to unbutton his shirt. She watched him with a cool air as he undressed, and he ducked his head as his erect cock sprang up and toward her.
"Impertinent creature, isn't it," she observed as he stood naked before her, and she tweaked his knob with her leather-garbed thumb and fingers. "Your belt," she said, holding her palm out.
He swallowed hard, but bent down to lift his slacks. He took the buckle, and drew the belt from the loops. Dropping the pants, he placed the belt in her hand and watched as she moved toward the dressing table bench. Her near-naked ass cheeks rolled sensuously to either side of the leather strap, framed by the leather of the waist garment and the strap. She turned toward him, and he looked up from the plush outer pubes that the strap pressed out to the shallows above the insides of her thighs.
"Did you enjoy looking at my backside?" she asked, stretching the belt tight between her hands. "Yes." He nodded.
"Well, come over here and let me ... examine yours," she said, and she popped the belt.
He hesitantly moved to her, and she sat down. She patted her thighs and placed her hands on the ends of the bench. Her shoulders back, her nipples thrust out through the rings of the leather bra cups. She watched as he moved to stand to the side of her thighs, and then he leaned forward and across her thighs.
His stiff cock pointed toward the floor from between her legs, his sac dangling. The high spike heels of the boots dug into the carpet as she adjusted her legs to his weight.
She looked down at his muscled buttocks, and permitted herself a smile. She looped the belt in one hand and moved the other hand over his back, caressing him with the leather of the glove. He murmured with pleasure, and she suddenly brought the belt down against his ass. He stiffened with a gasp, his hands clutching against the carpet and around a leg of the bench.
Her breathing deepened as she spanked him, her breasts thrusting and sliding against the leather, her eyes dilating as she watched his buns become pink. Her legs moved closer, and she felt his hard cock pinioned between her thighs, his knob just above the tops of the boots. She shifted her legs, rolling his cock between them in rhythm to the rise and fall of the belt. Her clit was pulsing wildly, and orgasms flared like electric storms.
Gasping, she lowered her tiring arm. Catching her breath, she kneaded his now pink ass, and then pushed. He dropped to his knees, and looked up at her with glazed eyes. She motioned, and he stood up between her legs as she spread them. She realized that he was waiting for her command before coming.
She wrapped the loop of the belt around his swollen shaft and tightened it. She moved her gloved hand over his sack, and then tightened the ring of her thumb and forefinger above his balls. Slowly, she began to squeeze and shift his nuts.
"Are you sorry for being a bad boy?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes. Yes, ma'am," he said tightly.
"Alright. You may come," she said, releasing his nuts.
His face lifted as she shifted the belt. His mouth opening wide, his hands bunched into fists at his sides. The contours of his stomach were defined as he leaned back off his heels, his shoulders bunching. He gave a strangled cry, and she watched with fascination.
She pulled his cock down with the belt and loosened it. His reddened cock bucked, jabbing down toward her loins as she unsnapped the crotch strap, and the thick spend splashed over her chestnut plume. His groan died away as the air went from his lungs, and he swayed drunkenly as the last of his come spurted onto her lush cunt.
"You may kneel," she said with a generous tone, and he dropped limply, his breathing ragged.
As he had been about to come she had remembered seeing Felice being eaten by the butler. Now, she reached back to unsnap the strap from the back, and she slid it out from under her. Her eyes lidded as the leather stroked her tingling cunt lips and the base of her fanny, and she dropped it aside.
"You may clean up after yourself now," she said, and he forced his eyes open, seeing her succulent cunny before him, his juices filming the fine wisps of her plume.
She leaned back with her elbows on the dressing table as he leaned forward from the waist. His face flushed, he moved his lips over the insides of her thighs, sucking up a few stray droplets. His cheeks brushing the softness of her inner thighs, he began to lick and suck his juices from the outsides of her loins, and from her abdomen. Her eyes lidded, she looked down as his tongue curled under against the bases of her ass cheeks and touched the bench between her thighs.
He sucked the soft hair into his mouth, drawing the still warm brew from it. Her tongue slid over her lips as her head leaned back. He tongued and kissed her full pubes, nuzzling his lips over them. Her back touched the table as her elbows slid further back, and her hands moved against the edge. His nose brushed against her tingling lips, and then his forehead as he stretched his tongue over the base of her cunny. Her hands tightened against the edge.
"Continue," she said tightly when he forced his eyes upward.
His tongue slid along her furrow, gathering the pale cream of his climax. His mouth filled with his own taste, he now tasted her juices. His tongue parted the petal-soft lips, and he moved his tongue into the warm sweetness of her nook.
She murmured as his tongue stretched and turned within the throbbing of her box, moving slowly and sensuously. Time blurred, and his tongue was like a stream flowing over stones, polishing them slowly and surely.
He gripped the front corners of the bench, his knuckles white. She had raised her feet to his waist, and the heels pressed down against the insides of his hips as the insteps rubbed against the tops of his hips. He felt the leather of the boots move against the top of his shoulders, moving in toward his head to grasp it as her silken thighs pressed against his ears and cheeks. He curled his tongue high in her, her taste now inundating his taste buds.
Her hands tightened and loosened at the edge of the table as his tongue moved up under her clit, moving with a delicate, constant rhythm. Her head lolled from side to side, her closed eyes raised toward the ceiling' as waves of bliss rippled through her. Her thighs squeezed his head, and her feet rocked against his hips. An image of Felice and Irwin came hazily through the passion that blurred her thoughts, and she moved her feet down from his hips. She felt the stiffness of his cock move against the spike heels.
He groaned softly into the drenched heat of her splay. The toes of the boots pressed against his stomach, and his throbbing tool was held between the boots, gripped between the leather-covered insteps. Her feet shifted, and her toes were down against the bases of his ass cheeks, his rod again held between her insteps. Her shins moved against the base of his rib cage. His prod pounded with heat.
Her fanny tightened and loosened against the seat, her hips arching as she twisted the blaze of her cunt against his mouth. Her legs pistoned, pumping at his prod. Her mind flashed with pleasure, her depths contracting and expanding. She groaned deeply, her torso curved forward, the crown of her head touching against the top of the table.
The toes of her boots pressed up against his ass as her legs tensed. Her body shook, her clit raging, and she suddenly leaned forward as she came, her leather-bound hands and forearms gripping his back. Her cunt pressed wetly against his lower face, and his lungs were filled with her fragrance. He groaned against her delicious splay, and his prod jerked between her boots. She went limp, dropping back against the desk, and her boots dropped to the floor. His tool thrust and bucked, and he writhed between her legs as his come splashed over the boots.
His forehead rested against the edge of the bench, the top of his head touching the quivering dampness of her cunny. Their strained breathing was the only sound. She brushed her tongue over her lips and forced her eyes open. Feeling very mellow, she pushed her arms against the table and sat up. She blinked as she saw him tonguing the last of his juices from the black leather of her boots, and she smiled as she remembered her shock at seeing Irwin licking his spend from Felice's feet and sandals. She absently moved her hand over her mound, and looked at it as she felt the leather pass over her tender lips. Smiling, she sucked her center finger into her mouth, tasting herself.
He sat back on his heels, and looked up at her. She stared at him thoughtfully for long moments, and stood up as she unfastened the collar and unsnapped the bra cups. Dropping them onto the table, she rubbed at her bared breasts.
"You aren't ... you aren't going to want to do this number all the time, are you?" she asked, looking down into his face, the air cool on her damp mound and on her breasts.
"I...." he began uncertainly.
"It's fun as a change, and I can see picking a day now and again, but not as a day-to-day thing. Okay?"
"Okay." He smiled, apparently relieved. "That's my feeling too."
"Good." She nodded, and moved toward the bed. "But don't get too relaxed," she warned. "The day isn't over yet." Sitting on the edge of the bed, she saw his expression of curiosity, and she stretched out, her arms and legs thrown wide. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me in an hour-by gently licking me. Then you can polish my boots since you smudged them," she said, and she fell asleep.
Nodding, he sat on the bench, and looked across at her with a happy smile. He had enjoyed himself, and was looking forward to finding out what she had in mind for the rest of the day, and he was glad of her feelings about making this side of their relationship an occasional thing. One of the reasons he had put off presenting the leather outfit to her before, and broaching the subject, had been his concern that it would overwhelm their relationship in one way or another.
After he had polished the boots, refixed her hair, and refastened the crotch strap, he got dressed. She put on a light, knee-length coat, and slipped the collar and bra cups into one pocket. He held the doors open for her, and she sat in the back seat of his car as he chauffeured.
Felice opened the door, and smiled upon seeing her aunt. Felice closed the door after they had come in, and Jenni opened the coat as she turned to the girl, revealing the outfit. Felice blinked with surprise, and her smile widened. Jenni let the coat fall to the floor.
"Oh, wow, that's fantastic," Felice said, moving around Jenni to take in the whole of the outfit and its effect.
"There's more," Jenni said, and she held her hand out toward Jack.
He knelt to take the collar and bra cups from the coat pocket, and Felice stared at him with even more amazement. Jenni fastened the collar at the nape of her neck, and she started to fit the leather cups to her breasts.
"No," Felice whispered. "Let me."
Aunt and niece looked into one another's lidded eyes for long moments, and subtle smiles curled the comers of their mouths. Jenni's hands lowered, and Felice drifted her fingers over the succulent teardrops of the woman's breasts. She touched kisses to each nipple, and then fastened the cups to the merry widow. She smiled at the nipples so like her own thrusting out through the ringed openings, and she again kissed them.
"Now, what about you" Felice said with an arched eyebrow, and Jack shifted uneasily before them as they looked at him with gleaming eyes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Mom's out getting some things for tonight," Felice said with a conspiratorial smile.
"Ah." Jenni nodded as they looked toward Jack. "What's happening tonight?"
"Oh, a little party," Felice said.
"Oh." Jenni frowned, glancing down at her outfit.
"Now, now, let's not get cold feet," the girl said, and Jenni felt a thrill go through her at the idea of attending another of Karla's parties, but this time dressed as she was. She wondered if Mathew would be there.
"Why don't we go into the library," Felice suggested, and they followed her into the large room with its dark, warm colors and high windows that let in the late afternoon light. "He seems very well disciplined," Felice observed as Jack stood silently to the side.
"He shows promise," Jenni said, and she noticed that his cock was hard under his slacks.
"You seem to've gone through some changes over the last few days," Felice observed. "Even since yesterday afternoon," she added as she moved closer.
Jenni's breathing was deepening. She remembered her mixture of arousal and embarrassment the previous day, and she felt her cheeks warm as she glanced toward Jack. Then, suddenly, she smiled, realizing what nonsense that was. Her and Felice's lips met softly, and the girl's palms gently drifted over her exposed nipples.
Their mouths opened, and the girl raised up onto her toes as her arms went around her aunt. Felice murmured into Jenni's mouth as their tongues flowed together. Jenni's hands caressed Felice's back through her T-shirt, and moved down to the silk shorts. Jack watched Felice's hands knead and caress the sweet domes of the girl's tush through the silver silk, and then slide under the waistband to caress them directly. His tool strained against his slacks, and he moistened his lips.
Jenni kneading the soft curves of Felice's ass cheeks, the girl rubbed her cunny against the leather strap separating it from Jenni's. Her hands moved over Jenni's uptilted fanny, her fingers squeezing under the leather to stroke the deep cleavage. Their lips parted breathlessly, and they smiled into one another's eyes.
"Jack, come undo my collar and strap," Jenni said without looking at-him.
Felice leaned back from the waist as he unfastened the collar, and they watched his face as he moved his hand between their breasts to unsnap the bra cups. The girl's smiling eyes flicked to Felice's as she rubbed her breasts against his hand. His face was flushed, and he moistened his lips.
He went to his knees, unsnapping the strap at Jenni's back, but neither she nor her niece moved their loins apart. Breathing deeply, he began to squeeze his hand up between them, the leather against his palm and the silk against the back of his hand. He could feel the soft yield, and the warmth of Felice's cunny through the gym shorts. His fingers fumbled with the snaps, his handing rubbing against them, and the blood was roaring in his ears. The snaps came free, and his palm was against Jenni's naked mound. He took a deep .breath, and forced himself to draw his hand out from between the aunt and niece's loins.
"Um, very handy," Felice murmured, glancing at him as he stood up. "Seems like we should be able to think of something for him to do."
"And your butler?" Jenni asked, and they smiled at one another, Felice nodding. "Jack, show Jenni what you've got."
He looked from one to the other, his face coloring. Jenni's eyes narrowed, and he began to undress. Their hips parting, they watched him, and Felice moved her hand over the warm fullness of Jenni's cunny. Jenni's joined fingertips pressed against the base of the girl's ass, and her center finger stroked the base of Jenni's slit. Felice bobbed up onto her toes, and Jenni's finger shifted within her slit. She curled her fingers up into Jenni's cleave as he removed his shirt, and ducked her head to give one of Jenni's nipples a suckling kiss. Murmuring, they looked back to him as he finished with his shoes and socks, and began to remove his pants.
He looked from Jenni's lush breasts to where Felice was fingering her naked cunt and at the press of the girl's nipples against the T-shirt. His pants dropped, and his throbbing length jutted toward the women.
"Yes, very nice." Felice nodded with an approving smile, and he smiled with pleasure over her praise. "Can he use it?" she asked Jenni, and their eyes went to her.
"Um-mm," she mused thoughtfully, "yeah. He does pretty well with it. But why don't you see for yourself?" she suggested, and he blinked with surprise, looking at Felice with a trace of anticipation.
"Well, fair's fair," Felice said as she removed her fingers from Jenni's wet cleave, and she licked her fingers slowly as she reluctantly moved away from Jenni's fingering so that she could pull the bell cord.
Jack looked at them with confusion. A few moments later, the door opened, and Irwin entered. He seemed like the classic British butler, giving no sign of noting Jenni's outfit and near nudity, nor Jack's nudity and full erection.
"Yes, Miss Felice?" he asked.
"Take off your clothes," she told him.
"Very well, miss." He nodded and began to undress.
Felice hummed happily as Jenni slipped her hand into the front of the gym shorts to caress her downy cunny. Jenni caressed Felice's breasts with her other hand, stroking the supple rises through the T-shirt as the girl fingered her clit. Their backs to Jack, they watched Irwin undress. Jack found that he was no longer embarrassed, but felt a bit left out as they ignored him. He moved his eyes from Jenni's rounded buttocks to Irwin.
"Yes, as nice as I remembered." Jenni smiled as the butler's hard tool thrust out toward them, and Jack wondered what she meant.
The naked men stood silently watching as Jenni and Felice embraced tightly, their bodies twisting together as they kissed deeply. Jenni pushed the gym shorts down from Felice's hips, and their naked mounds were pressed together. Jack stared with appreciation at Felice's girlish ass cheeks.
"Undress us," Felice murmured as her lips moved against Jenni's, and the man moved forward.
Irwin went to one knee and slid Felice's shorts down for her to step out of. Standing, he reached between their twisting bodies to unsnap Jenni's merry widow.
"No, leave that," Felice told him, and he nodded, turning to remove her T-shirt.
Jenni's leather merry widow, boots, and gloves were the only items of clothing being worn among the four. Jack moved his eyes up Felice's slender legs to the domes of her ass, and then up the forward curve of her torso, her long blond hair dropping straight from her shoulders toward the curves of her tush.
The two men watched as the women and girl sank to the floor, rich teardrops and wide domes twisting together. Their long legs stretching and curling, Jenni and Felice rolled from side to side as their tongues lashed together. Chestnut wisps twisted against blond down, and their damp lips slid together.
"Irwin," Felice gurgled, "stick your cock up my ass, and lick my aunt's clit."
Irwin nodded and stretched out with them. He slid his rod up into the girl's cleave for lubrication, and then began to work it up into her ass as he slid his tongue into Jenni's box. Jenni and Felice's hands moved over one another's breasts as they continued to kiss, and Jack watched as Irwin's tool moved fully up into Felice's ass and as his tongue lapped in Jenni's cunt.
"You too, Jack," Jenni murmured as she moved her lips to Felice's nipples.
"What?" Felice laughed. "I don't think my ass can take two cocks."
"Oh, I meant he should lick your puss and fuck my ass," she murmured, and then she lifted her head. "Have you ever tried?"
After a moment, Jenni smiled, and she and Felice laughed as Jack stretched out with them and Irwin. Jenni sucked at the girl's breast as Irwin licked at her slit. Felice tongued Jenni's ear as she tightened and loosened her ass around Irwin's churning rod. Jack eased his tool up into Jenni's drenched nest, pausing for a moment to enjoy the supple flexing movements, and then he began to work it up into her ass. She groaned, her mouth opening wide as she sucked at Felice's tit.
Jenni tightened and loosened her ass around the churning thrusts of Jack's cock, her cleave gripping as Irwin's tongue thrust and turned in her. She tightened her mouth as she pulled her lips in toward Felice's nipple as the girl's hands squeezed and caressed her tits. Jenni pulled her head back till Felice's nipple popped free of her lips, and their mouths joined again, their hands moving down to one another's spread ass while their breasts rubbed together.
Their bodies turned and twisted in the fading light, the men's hips bucking at the women's asses as their tongues lapped in the women's cleaves. Felice and Jenni's tongues danced together as their hard hippies flicked together. Jack moaned as Jenni thrust and twisted upon his cock, and he filled his mouth with Felice's sweetness. Irwin moaned into Jenni's nook, his cock throbbing in Felice's tight rectum.
Their fingers indenting one another's ass cheeks, Felice and Jenni's mouths widened as they parted. Their clits flared against the men's mouthings, their depths billowing with heat as the men's cocks bucked and twisted. They cried out together, corning, and the pumping spasms of their asses pulled Jack and Irwin's come loose. The men groaned into the rich cleaves as their tools hosed up into Jenni and Felice's bowels.
The four of them went limp, Jenni and Felice murmuring in one another's arms as Jack and Irwin's mouths slipped from the nectar-rich furrows, and their softening tools began to slip from the woman and girl's asses.
"You boys clean each other up," Felice said in a husky whisper as she kissed at Jenni's tits, and she began to suck as much of them into her mouth as she could.
Their heads clearing, Felice and Jenni stood up a few minutes later. Dressed, the girl started toward the door with Irwin.
"Say, Irwin's got things to do with getting the party ready," Felice said. "Guess you can't help me bathe and get dressed." She smiled, running her hand over his ass.
"Take Jack," Felice said, and he looked at her with alarm. "Relax, Jack, it's all in the family."
"And I'll return you," Felice smiled, "as good as new-if a little limper." He started to get dressed. "No, don't bother with that-you'll just have to take 'em off again," she told him.
Felice gripped Jack's erect cock, and Irwin held the door open for them as she led Jack out by her hold on his tool. Smiling, Jenni brushed her hair back and leaned forward to pick up the crotch strap.
"Ah, such an interesting view."
Jenni looked toward the door, which her fanny was facing. Kama was standing there looking at her with an ambiguous expression, and Jenni realized that the woman had seen her daughter, Irwin, and the naked Jack leave the room-and that she was now seeing her in the leather boots, gloves, and merry widow. Straightening, she tried to think what to say.
CHAPTER NINE
Jenni moistened her lips nervously as Kama moved toward her. Her waist length, jet black hair drifting out behind her, Kama nodded thoughtfully as she looked from her sister's naked breasts to her naked mound. Her big breasts quivered succulently beneath her tricot dress, her shapely legs outlined by it.
"I just don't know what to say," Kama said with a grim look. Then she smiled. "Do you, Mathew?"
They both looked to the door to see him enter the room. Looking at Jenni, he moved to Kama's side, and their arms went around one another. The crotch strap slipped from Jenni's hand.
"Well, you could say how nice she looks in leather," he suggested, and Jenni brightened at the praise.
"Yes, but what about my butler? Not to mention my daughter," Kama said, keeping a straight face.
"They got off, didn't they?"
"Oh, I think so." Kama nodded. "But what to do with Jenni now," she said with a dramatic air, and then she grinned. "What exactly to do ... with her after she's fingered my daughter, kissed her tits, and had my butler's tongue in her puss."
Jenni looked at her in confusion, and Mathew nodded toward a point near the ceiling. A closed circuit TV camera was aimed right where she, Felice, Jack, and Irwin had been.
"Have to be cautious of burglars and such." He smiled as she blushed at the idea that they had watched the whole thing, and she wondered if they had been balling while watching.
"We did come somewhat prepared," Kama admitted with a smile, and she moved toward Jenni as she opened her hand to reveal thin silver chains.
The backs of Kama's wrists brushed the undersides of Jenni's tits as she fastened the chains to the top of the merry widow. Her breasts jiggling atop her sister's wrists, Jenni swallowed hard. Kama encircled Jenni's nipples with the tiny links of chain and dropped the other ends over her shoulders. She slid another chain through the circles, and over Jenni's nipples, and drew the ends around under Jenni's arms. The ends of the first two chains draped down over her back. Jenni felt Kama connect the third at the center of her back. Her nipples held tightly, the third chain indented the centers of her tits.
Kama pressed joined fingertips to Jenni's back, and pushed. Jenni took an uncertain step forward, and she realized that Kama was holding the first two chains like reins, which now indented the centers of her breasts vertically and pinched at her nipples.
Mathew pointed toward the floor, and Jenni eased down to her knees. She looked up at the bulge of his crotch, and then craned her neck to see his face. He continued to point toward the floor, and she lowered herself to her hands and knees.
She saw his feet move around behind her, and the tension on the chains shifted. She realized that he now held them. Kama sat down in a large, antique chair with a velvet-covered seat. The left chain pulling taut, she felt the toes of his shoe nudge her left ass cheek, and she turned toward the chair. His toe stroked the base of her mound, and she murmured for a moment before starting toward the chair on all fours.
Kama began to slowly raise her dress, and Jenni watched it move up from the shapely calves and along her tapering thighs as she moved closer to her sister. Kama slid down in the chair, and the skirt moved over her ebony bush as it moved to the edge of the seat. Her legs spread wide, Kama gathered the skirt around her waist. Jenni could see the bases of Kama's voluptuous ass cheeks and the rise of her cunt lips. She was moving closer and closer, and she swallowed hard, the blood humming in her ears.
"You don't want your big sister mad at you, now do you, Jenni," he said with a trace of amusement.
"N-no," Jenni said with a little shake of her head.
"Perhaps she'll forgive you," he suggested.
"Will you?" Jenni asked, forcing her eyes up from the lush rise of Kama's dark-furred sex.
"Will I what?" Kama asked and Jenni recalled not dissimilar moments from when she was younger.
"Will you forgive me, sis?"
"Well, maybe you can think of some way to make it up," Kama said with a barely repressed smile.
Jenni suddenly realized how much she wanted to go down on Kama, and she started to move forward. But the chains were taut.
"You didn't say please." Kama smiled when she looked up.
"May I please eat your sweet pussy, big sister," Jenni asked as she fought back her own smile.
"Little sister may eat big sister's pussy," Kama said, grinning openly now.
He loosened the tension from the chains, and Jenni touched her lips to the taut insides of Kama's thighs. Kama's hands tightened on the ornate chair arms as she felt her sister's lips and cheeks move closer and closer to her mound, and then her tongue was stretching down to pass over the opulent ass cheeks' bases.
Jenni heard Kama moan softly as she began to lick her slit, and she was amazed and delighted to find that Kama's nectar tasted almost exactly like her own. She swirled her tongue high in the tight, humid lushness, and Kama's hips thrust toward her mouthings.
"Interesting how much you two taste alike, huh?" Mathew chuckled, and she wondered when he had tasted her juices. She beamed that he had. "Sisters at heart, and at cunny," he added.
Her chain-held nipples rubbing against the front of the chair, Jenni moved her hands over Kama's thighs, caressing them with the insides of her leather-covered forearms as she reached up to caress Kama's big breasts. Kama moaned, her upper body squirming back against the chair. Jenni turned and thrust her tongue against Kama's long clit, and she sucked at it. Her eyes squeezed shut, Kama moved her head from side to side as orgasms exploded and imploded within her depts.
Jenni gasped against Kama's pearl. He was tugging at the chains: left, then right, and then left again. The tiny links rubbed at one nipple and then at the other, tugging them up and to the sides, the horizontal chain shifting against the centers of her breasts. He pressed the top of his shoe against her cunt, and she moaned as the soft leather of his shoe stroked the yearning heat of her mound, the tip of his toe shifting under her clit.
Jenni's hands tightened around Kama's tits, the leather of the gloves twisting through the tricot. Kama's cunt bucked against her sister's mouth as her clit burned against the long, insistent tongue. Jenni's cunt twisted and squirmed atop his shoe. With a long, slow groan, Kama went limp in the chair, and Jenni's face lifted, her nectar-bathed mouth opening wide as she came.
Gasping, Jenni dropped to her elbows, and her forehead rested on the floor. His shoe no longer against her cleave, she pushed up and turned to sit down with her back against the front of the chair. Their legs apart, their faces showing the effects of their orgasms, the sisters looked at him with blurred smiles.
"Ready to party?" he asked with a broad grin, and they laughed with him.
The guests at the party were, for the most part, the same as those who had been there when Jenni had first seen Mathew. Jack was now dressed in butler's livery, he and Irwin serving drinks from silver trays.
"Everybody's here," Kama announced, closing her bedroom door behind her, and she and Mathew looked Jenni over.
Kama had produced a full-length cape of red silk that concealed all but Jenni's booted feet and her head, its high collar covering the spiked collar. Kama and Mathew nodded at one another, and Kama went downstairs. Mathew motioned with his head, and he and Jenni followed her sister down the long flight of stairs.
Heads turned, and there were murmurs of comment that died as more and more people looked to the staircase. The spiked heels gave Jenni additional height making her seem all the more regal in the luxurious cape, the collar of which provided a backdrop for her head. Her hair pulled back still, Kama's expert hand had accented her features with subtle makeup, and tiny spikes were glued to her eyelids.
Her head raised, Jenni looked over the guests, and she saw many erections, and many faces showing arousal, both male and female. She remained on the fifth step up as Mathew continued down, and he motioned toward Irwin.
The light went out, and there were whispers and a few giggles in the darkness. A projector clattered, and a beam of light stretched across the big room, revealing a man scooping a woman's tit from her dress, and a woman rubbing a man's cock through his trousers. The people moved to the sides, turning their backs to Jenni as they watched the images projected on the wall.
Jenni watched with as much curiosity as the others. She saw camelia bushes come into focus, and the camera tilted down to reveal her and Mathew in the cul de sac. Her lips parted with surprise, and she realized that they had been photographed from the second floor. Her cunt tingled with heat as she saw herself take out his hard cock and suck at it, as she saw herself fingering herself to climax, as she saw herself transfer his come to the champagne glass. The zoom lens shifted to give a wider shot, and she saw that Irwin and Kama had been standing behind her, watching.
The image went out of focus, and she saw herself in the office with Mathew. She assumed that there had been a camera hidden somewhere. Her arousal mounted as she saw herself kiss his cock, take it in her ass and cunt, and saw herself masturbating for the masturbating workers. Then there was the scene in the library. She took a deep breath, regaining her composure as the lights came back on. The guests turned toward her with looks of arousal and curiosity. She saw Mathew smiling conspiratorially at her.
Irwin and Jack moved up the stairs to stand beside her, and they slipped the cape from her shoulders. There were murmurs of arousal and approval, and intakes of breath at what they saw.
Her booted feet were spread wide, her weight on her toes to arch her body forward. The lines of her long, shapely legs accented, the strap had been refashioned so that there was an opening down along her cleave, the leather framing and pressing her mound forward. In the back, the strap had been narrowed to a strip except over her anus, and that now took the form of a ring. The merry widow still bound her waist tightly. Spikes like those jutting out from the wide collar had been glued to her nipples, and they stabbed out from the erect, pink rings. A long, slender chain dangled from the back of the collar. In her arms, she held a boa constrictor that stretched and curled around her gloved forearms and hands, its tail shifting between her legs, its lower part looped around one upper thigh.
She held out the snake, and Irwin took it. Jack lifted the long leash chain, and he handed it to Mathew. Mathew turned back to the guests, and she followed him, walking with proud aloofness. Eyes moved up her long, booted legs, over her naked ass cheeks to her bared anus, over her leather-framed and exposed cunny, and over her spike-tipped nipples.
Mathew stopped, and turned toward her. The guests formed a wide circle around them. From the comer of her eye, she saw Felice and Kama watching with smiles.
There was a clattering, and men and women turned to see Jack pushing forward a serving cart much like those used in hotels. The people moved aside, and he stopped the cart just behind Jenni. Mathew moved around to where Jack had stood as Jack stepped back, and he tugged on the leash. Jenni sat back against the edge of the truck, and she lay back without touching her hands to it.
Her shoulders and buttocks against either end of the cart, Jenni's body was arched upward between them. The soles of her boots against the undercarriage's edge, her arms were thrown out wide. Her head hung back over the end of the cart. Before her face was Mathew's crotch. At his sides, Kama and Felice opened his pants, and she felt a thrill go through her as she realized she would be giving him head before all the guests. His cock thrust out toward her mouth, and she heard some of the women murmur with approval.
She stretched her tongue down along the underside of his shaft, and she drew his knob into her mouth. She sucked hungrily with a sound of delight. She began to draw his shaft in between her indrawn cheeks and the shifting pressures of her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
She moved her eyes from side to side, and saw clothes opening and falling. She also saw Felice and Kama moving around her outstretched arms. A moment later, she felt their naked cunnies opening against her breasts after the nipple spikes had been removed. She sucked harder at him as the liquid warmth of the women's cleaves stroked her taut breasts, her nipples rubbing at their clits.
Prods slid into her palms, and the knobs rubbed against the inside of her forearms. Her first two fingers stroked the men's roots through their sacs, her other two fingers and her thumbs encircling the shafts to stroke them. Her leather-bound hands and inner forearms stroked and caressed the hard tools as she sucked and licked Mathew's rod deeper into her throat.
Women's hands caressed their way up her thighs, and the women pressed their opened cleaves against her knees, rubbing and squirming the wet splays against the hardness of her thrusting knees. Her lips moved to the base of his shaft, and her tongue flicked at the top of his sac.
A man slid his thick shaft up into her cunt, and she tightened and loosened herself around his thrustings, her clit flaring. Women pressed their mounds to the accented arches of her feet as they knelt at the corners of the cart. The cocks in her hands jabbed and bucked, and she dimly heard the men's moans of release as they came, their come spraying up over the insides of her forearms and pooling in her palms. Kissing, Kama and Felice embraced tightly as their cunts spasmed against her tits. The boxes spread against her knees twisted and shook.
The men and women moved away. She curled her hands around hard cocks. Splayed loins stroked her shins through the boots. The cock in her cunt pulled and twisted, and the man pulled out, his juices geysering up over her abdomen. A long cock slid up between her ass cheeks, and began to move deep into her rectum.
She pulled and thrust her mouth around his hard column, his knob bobbing in her throat. Her body shook beneath and around the others, her bowels flaring, her cunt spasming, her clit pulsing.
The man pulled out of her ass, and his spend gushed over her ass cheeks. Another man slid his cock up into the fiery oven of her underbelly. She had drawn her hands in toward her body, and the prods she held in her fists jutted and twisted, their juices fountaining up to rain down over her upper arms, and seep down under the tops of the gloves. Moaning, the women slid down her calves and off her feet. Her feet were moved off the bottom of the cart, and thighs gripped her calves, opened boxes rubbing against the backs of her calves. Her toes turned in slick warmth. The man in her cunt drew back, and his juices flowed over her hips. Another cock worked up into her ass. Cocks bucked in her hands, and spend rained over her upper chest and throat. Deep within her arousal, she gradually remembered standing at the office window with him, and the image of all the men coming over her so that she could bathe in come, could swim in it. She remembered walking in the rain, and imagining that the men and women both were masturbating over her, and imagining that the rain flowing over her upturned face and into her mouth was come. The imaginings had become reality. Men and women were bathing her in their juices. She turned the cocks in her hands toward her face, and the fall of the warm brew was like the rain upon her face. She twisted and writhed upon the cart, her thighs and upper arms gleaming with spend, her gloves and boots shimmering with come, her ass and loins glistening with nectar, her breasts, chest, and throat painted with it. Her face was flushed beneath a coating of gism, and her mouth turned and pulled ravenously around his cock. Her mind and body shook as one, brightness burning away everything. She shook and bucked, her orgasms merging into a climax that blasted through her.
She groaned around him, her hands pulling at cocks, her feet twisting in cunts, her ass and cunt pulling at cocks, her tits twisting in boxes, and his prod began to move within her mouth and throat. Her body gleaming, she sucked harder, her lips pulling around the base of his shaft as she felt his come begin to move through it. The thick length twisted and bucked. In the center of the storm raging within her, she could see his enraptured face.
His tool pulled back and his knob slid over her tongue. His shaft leapt within her mouth, and his thick come was hosing over the inside of her mouth, bubbling and frothing up around her lips. Her brain was suffused in brightness as her mind and body joined at the apex of her climax.
She did not know how long it was before her head began to clear. Smiling blissfully, she inhaled deeply, and realized that the merry widow had been removed and replaced with more come. She swallowed and realized that the collar had also been removed. Wearing only her boots and gloves, her spread arms and legs draped out from the cart. She tried to sit up, but she slipped around in the gism coating the top of the cart.
She turned her head, and saw Irwin again going down on Felice, but this time before many of the guests, others involved with one another around the room. She dimly remembered fantasizing the sight earlier, but now Jack was involved, his lips suckling the girl's clit as Irwin tongued her cleave. Jack and Felice looked toward her, and she smiled back at them.
Blissfully satiated, she turned her head the other way. Her eyes opened wide, and her mouth opened. A redheaded woman was lying atop the serving table, her loins at the edge, and her legs up over Mathew's shoulders as he thrust and turned his cock within her russet-thatched mound. The woman groaned, rolling from side to side as he thrust within her bucking nook.
She felt a flush of jealousy, but it was swept away as she realized the absurdity of it, her body and her depths drenched with the come of others. She smiled as the redhead came, and she felt her own clit pulse as she watched the woman's expression of ecstasy.
Jenni started to try and push up from the cart, but as his hard tool with its coating of the redhead's nector pulled from her there was another woman moving forward. Resting on her elbows, Jenni watched as the woman went down on him, licking the juices from his engorged length before sucking it into her mouth and throat. She could almost see herself on the cart as she had taken his cock into her throat. She heard moans, and turned her head to see Felice coming.
The woman's mouth slipped from his cock, and she dropped limply to the floor, her fingers slipping from her damp slit. Jenni sat up, but a petite brunette was leaning across the table, and he was moving his unflagging prod up into her ass. The brunette's hands flexed against the table as her opulent tush opened to him.
Her breathing deepened, Jenni stood on unsteady legs as she watched his ass tighten and loosen as he churned within the woman's rectum. Jenni swayed as the woman cried out, and she watched two girls move the punch bowl along the table so that they could wash his cock with white wine. He turned his head, and looked at her with a trace of a smile as the girls bathed his still hard length.
"Looks as if you might use a bath too," Felice said, and Jenni looked from her niece to her spend-coated body with a smile.
"I suppose." Jenni nodded.
Felice motioned to the girls, and Jenni wondered if they went to school with Felice. Felice motioned to another part of the room, and three boys of the same age moved toward them, as tanned as the girls, and all possessing large, erect cocks.
Mathew moved toward her, Felice and the other youths encircling them. Jenni smiled at him, her heart pounding.
Felice looked behind Jenni, and she turned her head to follow the girl's gaze. Kama stood behind her, smiling at her sister. Brocade straps encircled her waist and upper thighs, leading Jenni's eyes to the dildo jutting out from her opened furrow. It appeared to be the twin of Mathew's, and Jenni realized that it must extend up into Kama's depths.
Kama came to a stop a few feet behind Jenni. Two of the boys knelt before her, and their mouths lubricated her shaft as they . caused the other end to bob and thrust within her underbelly. Jenni's eyes moved around the room Cocks turned and pistoned within boxes and asses, and gushed into the air. Cunts trembled against mouths and tongues, and against other cunts. Moans and signs of pleasure rose and fell.
Mathew and Kama moved forward, and Jenni's mouth opened to a gasp as the twin knobs touched against her cunt lips and her anus. Her eyes almost lidding as she inhaled-deeply, she smiled into his eyes.
Her legs spread wide as one of the boys squatted beneath her, and his tongue moved over the base of her slit. The knobs began to move into her. She murmured as his prod glided within her cleave, and as Kama's turned in the bud of her anus. A boy knelt to either side of her, slowly drawing her gloved fingers into their mouths to suck the tastes from them. Mathew's upper shaft moved beneath the throb of her clit, and began to rise within the churning heat of her depths. She felt the replica of it shift higher into her rectum, the two shafts rubbing against one another through the thin separating membrane.
One of the girls knelt behind his spread legs, and she began to lick his weighted sac as her hands caressed his strong thighs. His cock moved higher and higher within Jenni, and she moaned softly. The boy between her legs was tongue-bathing the insides of her thighs. The second girl was kissing her breasts and caressing them.
Only the pinion of the rising shafts and the boy between her legs kept her on her feet. Her mind swam with pleasure. Felice was kissing her right breast, the other girl kissing the left. The boys had finished sucking her fingers and thumbs, and their mouths moved over her palms. Mathew's chest was almost to hers, and the girl and Felice moved back. The girl knelt with the other behind him, and she tongued and licked up along his root as the first continued to mouth his balls. Felice moved around behind Kama. The matching phalluses were almost fully within her, and her depths resounded with exquisite implosions and explosions of orgasmic heat. She moaned, her head moving from side to side.
His chest squeezed her breasts back against her chest, and he was fully within her, his pubic hair twisting with hers as Kama's pressed against the opened cleavage of her ass. She opened and closed hands, motioning mutely, and the boys rose to place their stiff cocks in her squeezing hands. She murmured as the twin prods churned within her. She turned her head, looking around drunkenly. The third boy's tongue was flowing up and down her thighs. She looked at one of the room's large mirrors, and she saw that Felice was wearing a dildo just like Kama's, and that she was moving it up into Kama's ass. Jack and Irwin were behind the girls kneeling v to mouth Mathew's loins, and they were sliding their cocks into a plump, downy mound, and into a pink anus. The boys whose cocks she was stroking were kissing the sides of her face and her ears.
She rocked her hips between Mathew's and her sister's, groaning with rapture. A man was behind Felice, men and women behind Irwin and Jack, and women knelt between the thighs of the boys she was stroking, men behind the women. The whole of the guests were converging, and she was the focal point, her body writing between Mathew's cock and its duplicate. Orgasm after orgasm burst through her. The air was rich with the scent of spendings, her eyes filled with the sight of naked bodies and ecstatic faces. She groaned, her hands pulling the boys' come from their jerking tools.
Moans and cries filled the air, bodies; writhing and twisting, hips bucking as pricks pumped and cunts and asses gulped. She heard Felice and Kama cry out, and saw Jack and Irwin's reflections as they came. There was only her and Mathew, and she held him tight to her. He smiled, and his mouth opened against hers for the first time. Her thoughts burned away, and her mind crystallized. Her body and his shook together as their tongues flowed together. Her cunt quaked as his rod jumped, and her body was filled with contractions and expansions that reverberated and echoed through her as his juices fountained within her.
The cock that had been within every woman in the room came within Jenni. The boy that had been bathed in the juices of everyone in the room writhed against Mathew. She held to him tightly as she rocketed from the peak of her climax into the weightless flight of sheer bliss, her cunt spasming around the pistoning hosing of his cock, and they moaned into one another's mouths.
Their minds gradually clearing, they looked at one another with smiles of contentment, their eyes lidded. They turned, holding one another, and their eyes moved over the sea of naked bodies and satiated faces around them.
"Kama certainly knows how to have a party." She grinned.
"Party?" he asked. "Oh, the party hasn't begun yet."
"The party hasn't-" she began, and she laughed.
"No, this was just the pre-party treats for those who arrived early and on time." He smiled.
"Then ...?" she asked, not quite certain as to whether or not he was joking with her.
"The party proper? Why, it's being held outside," he said, and they weaved their way through the others, heading toward the French doors. She looked down, glowing with pride at seeing her juices and his mixed upon his partially limp cock. "You see?" He smiled as he threw the doors open.
She saw men and women of ages comparable to those behind them, and there were as many outside as inside. They stood around the pool, sipping drinks, at long tables holding food and drinks. Gradually, they all looked toward her and Mathew, and she blushed lightly as the clothed people looked toward them Then she grinned, and turned. He smiled back, and she slowly went to one knee before him, their sides to the naked guests inside and to the clothed guests outside. Lovingly, she began to draw his cock into her mouth, bathing her taste buds in the mix of her flavor and his, and his length began to thicken and stiffen within her suckling mouth. Murmuring happily, she caressed his hips, and her eyes moved from side to side, seeing those inside getting up (in more ways than one), and those outside beginning to get down. Smiling around his thickness, she lifted her eyes toward his smiling face.
The partygoers outside were now naked, or near to it. Jenni's taste buds suffused with the rich taste of his and her mixed juices, she drew the last of it from his shaft. He touched her shoulders, and she raised her eyes, pausing before taking his tool into her mouth and throat. He motioned with his head, and she rose to her feet.
He pressed his lips to hers, and she felt his stiff length between their joined stomachs. She moved her hands over his strong back as their tongue . swam together, and he leaned back with a smile. He took a step away, and she watched him go to one knee before her.
For the first time, his lips touched her cunny, and she came, her body arching against him as a gasp of rapture escaped her. Flushed with joy, she watched and felt his tongue move into her quivering nook. Her clit pulsed wildly as he fuled his mouth with her sweet taste, and her hands touched his head, her shoulders lifting as orgasm flashed through her.
Her head lolled from side to side as she came, and she dimly saw an armada of hard tools, a garden of damp cunts. She saw her sister and niece and the others smiling as they watched from either side, and she shook as she came.
Murmuring, she slid down against him as her legs went watery, and she kissed him deeply. Smiling, they turned, and they began to sixty-nine for the first time, ecstasy enfolding them as the audience of partygoers surrounding them cheered them on. He had been right-the party was just beginning.
