Maura Jameison was the last to arrive and the first to undress. She didn't need the hostess's, Alice's, signal. The murmur of nervous conversation and the anxious looks on the faces of the three couples told her exactly what the situation was.
Rather than introduce herself, she merely nodded and went right into Alice's bedroom. About five minutes later, she stepped out completely naked.
All conversation stopped, and it was as if everyone had suddenly been frozen in place. Someone dropped a glass, and everyone jumped.
Scanning their faces for a moment, she stepped up to a tall, dark-haired man who was holding his wife's hand. "Hi, I'm Maura Jameison," she said. "I guess you're new to these parties, uh.. . . "
"Uh, Ken," he replied, and struggled for something else to say.
There was a rustling of cloth, and out of the comer of her eye, Maura saw Alice take a seat in a far corner. She remembered vividly how well the woman performed oral sex on her, and Maura ignored the shiver of sexual excitement that ran through her.
At this point, it was imperative that she keep a calm demeanor. Ken's wife jerked away from his hand and stared at Maura as if she'd never seen a woman before.
"Are you just called Mrs. Ken?" Maura asked her, smiling warmly.
Taken aback, the short, curly-headed blonde stammered out that her name was Kate. She was wearing a short, tight skirt which accented her full hips, and she'd tied her blouse under her breasts. This had the effect of concealing them, and Maura gazed thoughtfully at the blonde newcomer's chest.
"I'll bet your breasts are as nice as mine." She cupped her breasts, lean and sloping gently away from her torso to curve up so that her nipples were almost pointed at the ceiling. Looking at Ken, she lifted her boobs a little and said, "Don't you think so?"
The other two couples gathered around. Turning away from Ken and his wife, she pointed her tits at a tall slender brunette. The tightly molded fabric of her black dress hinted at two huge breasts. Next to her, the third woman, wearing a jacket over a bikini top and denim shorts, giggled nervously and took her jacket off.
Maura immediately turned to her. "Well, you're showing a little more, but I still can't tell.. . . " She twisted her features in an impersonation of someone lost in thought, and the other two women giggled.
"Why don't we have a.. .a beauty contest, a breast beauty contest?" Maura suggested. "Look, I'm first." She jiggled her bare boobs in her palms. "Besides, I'm naked all the way."
She looked down at herself, deliberately drawing attention to what they'd been trying to avoid. Ken sighed and gazed hard at the dark-red strip of Maura's pussy hair.
What made it even more appealing was the flaming-red hair atop Maura's head. The other two men looked as well, and Maura could see the lust in their eyes. Kate glanced once, shuddered and turned away. Rather than respond to that, Maura turned to the other two women.
"Okay, who's going next?" she said, resting her hands atop her thighs to keep attention focused on her pussy.
The slender brunette, Amelia, glanced at her husband, a sandy-haired athletic type named Bob. He smiled and shrugged. She turned to the third woman, small hips, breasts small enough to be hidden by her bikini top, and a boyish face, the look amplified by her severely short brown hair. Her name was Gwen, and her eyes lit up with excitement.
Dan, her husband, stood beside her. There was a stunned look on his face as he gazed around the room, and Maura noticed his effort to avoid looking at her.
He might be a problem. Then again, so might the curly-headed blonde. Kate was standing with her back to the snack table, her arms folded across her chest. Her expression was grim, and Ken's was mournful. Hadn't these people been checked or talked to? She was about to excuse herself for a private talk with Alice when Amelia undid her top and let it drop to her waist.
Maura recovered herself before it showed that she'd been taken aback. "Oh, your breasts are beautiful," she said, careful to keep at least two feet away from Amelia. That was as much for her comfort as for the brunette newcomer's. Two medium-sized round breasts jutted straight out from the woman's torso, her long pink nipples appearing to beckon to Maura.
"Does he ever fuck you there?" Maura asked.
Amelia giggled shyly and shook her head yes.
Maura continued, "What do you do with your mouth when he's doing that?"
She glanced up at Kate. The woman hadn't moved, and her expression hadn't changed. A shrill laugh erupted from Gwen. "This is almost like one of those talk shows."
Gwen glanced at Dan. He stared at her for a long moment, then, like Bob had, he grinned and shrugged. "Go ahead," he smiled. "Before you start telling me whose idea this was to begin with."
Two small, half-apple breasts tipped with tiny red nipples came into view. Maura said, "Incredible. We all have beautiful tits."
She was relieved to see Dan come around, but she gave no hint of what she was thinking as she stepped up to Amelia for a side-by-side comparison. One potential source of trouble had been taken care of, and that left Kate. The curly-headed newcomer's hands were at her sides now, but her expression wasn't any the less grim.
Deciding to take a chance, Maura asked Ken to step up and help judge. Dan and Bob were already in place, grinning from ear to ear as their eyes roved over the three sets of naked tits and took occasional glances at Maura's red-haired pussy. Ken started to step forward, looked at his wife and stayed where he was.
Maura felt her spirits sink. She realized she had to deal directly with Kate, and she stepped over to her.
"Are you really upset by this?" she asked softly.
The question and the tone of Maura's voice apparently threw the blonde newcomer off. A sad look crossed her face, and she looked down at her feet.
"It's not upset." she said. "I just don't think I have the body to parade around naked in."
"Hey, it's what you do with your body that counts," Kate murmured softly. "We just happened to have a collection of hardbodies, and-" she stopped, her eyes roving up and down Kate's frame. "Say, you're not at all fat. I mean, that's what just about everyone who's shy is shy about."
"Well, look." Kate forced herself to look in Maura's eyes. "My tits are really small. I didn't think I could compete-"
"Wait a minute." Ken stepped up and laid a hand firmly on his wife's shoulder. "We had this discussion a long time ago, remember? Variety, remember? And what kind of tits do I like?"
To Maura's surprise, Kate smiled suddenly and untied the knot holding her blouse under her breasts. She yanked the garment open as if she was trying to tear it and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. Tossing it down on the couch, she stayed with her back to the room for a moment, then spun around.
"There. I did it." She clasped her hands to her sides, adjacent to her breasts. "That is, if you can see them."
"Oh, I can," Maura said quickly. "They're luscious. Step over, and we'll all have a better look."
Kate stepped up beside the other three women, looking considerably relaxed. There was a gleam in Dan's eyes as he gazed at her tits, and Kate returned his look with a quick, sexy smile. Again, Maura was relieved. The curly-headed blonde wasn't so inhibited, after all.
"I'm bored with this contest," Gwen announced, snapping open the top of her denim shorts.
She shucked them down and slowly stepped out of them, making a grand production of walking across the room, wearing only pale blue panties, and draping the shorts over the back of a chair. Keeping her back to the party, she rolled her panties down, bending over to reveal a small, firm heart-shaped butt. Gwen spun around, thrusting her hips at them to show off the light dusting of brown hair over her pussy mound. The private flesh below was naturally hairless, so her vulvae were visible.
Ken was still standing stiffly near the snack table. Maura was about to approach him as she had his wife, but she noticed a huge bulge in his crotch. It wasn't inhibition that was bothering him, he was super-horny! Meanwhile, Amelia had unzipped her dress and was sauntering across the room to drape it over a chair. Her lace panties left most of her large buttocks bare, and the front provided more than just a hint of the neat, wiry triangle of her black pussy hair.
This came into view, the lacy white fabric settling down over the sheer black of the dress. Kate's panties came down next, and the three women turned to the men.
"Wait a minute, girls," Maura said. "They haven't even taken off their shirts, yet. Is this all a strip show for their benefit?"
"Hell no," Gwen said in a tone of mock anger. She folded her arms over her breasts and crossed her legs to hide her pussy.
Amelia and Kate simply turned around, putting their hands over their asses. Dan said, "I guess I can take a hint," and took off his flannel shirt. His undershirt came next, and Amelia turned her head to sneak a peek at his well-muscled chest.
She snapped her head around sharply when she caught his glance. Dan stepped out of his jeans. Bob stared at him, glanced over at Ken, who was still motionless by the snack table, then unbuttoned his shirt. Dan quickly got out of his underpants, revealing a short, fat cock and low-hanging balls.
"Well, I'm stripped," he said.
Amelia and Kate turned to look at him, their gaze dropping unashamedly to the men's pricks. In contrast to Dan's penis, Bob's was long and slender, the head not much wider than the shaft. Both cocks were half-erect.
"That's two," Gwen said. "I guess that's enough." She dropped her arms to her sides and planted her feet wide apart.
"Somebody over here needs help," Maura announced, flashing Kate a sly grin.
Maura stepped over to Ken. At that moment, there was the clacking sound of the front door locks opening. The women froze, and the men unconsciously covered their genitals as the door opened.
"It's Harry," Alice announced from the corner in which she'd been sitting and observing.
The brown-haired hostess was still fully dressed. She unzipped the back of her dress as Harry, a large, solidly built man in his late thirties, stepped in. As casually as if everyone present was fully dressed, he introduced himself and took off his suit jacket.
"I'll join you folks in a minute," he said, blowing a kiss to Alice, who was down to her bra and panties.
She laid the dress over the other clothes. Maura turned away from the statue-like Ken and unhooked Alice's bra, making sure that everyone saw her fingers stray to Alice's breasts. Maura laid the bra over Alice's dress, and Alice stepped out of her panties.
The bedroom door opened, and Harry stepped out. "Oh!" Gwen exclaimed, clapping a hand over her mouth.
Harry's genitals were truly enormous. His cock, soft, had to be at least nine inches long, and his balls were visibly larger than those of the other men. Kate and Amelia stared silently. Returning her attention to Ken, she opened his pants and softly suggested that he take off his shirt.
The man's fingers trembled visibly, but he managed to get the buttons opened while Maura slowly drew his slacks down. A sizable hard-on was struggling to break out of his briefs. She yanked the undergarment down to his thighs, and his long, stiff cock sprang up and tapped her on the nose.
"I know how to make him relax," Kate announced, sprinting across the room.
Her befuddled husband looked down as if he had no idea what fellatio was as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick shaft. She kissed the head, then rubbed her lips back and forth across it.
"Don't make him shoot right now," Maura cautioned.
"Don't worry," Kate said, taking her husband's cock out of her mouth and holding it to one side. "He's much too spaced on sex. He'll do plenty before he actually blows his geyser."
She popped her husband's cock back in her mouth, first taking in only the head, then slowly engulfing the rest. Giving his butt a quick squeeze, she drew her mouth back and forth a few times. Abruptly, she drew his cock out and jumped to her feet.
"You're relaxed enough," she said firmly. "Now, go find somebody you want to fuck."
"I.. .just want to look around a little, first," he mumbled.
"Oh, go ahead," she said resignedly, stepping over to Dan and looking up at him. "Do you know how to fuck doggy-style?" she asked.
"Oh, I think somebody might have told me something about it, once or twice," he drawled, caressing the side of her neck.
"So, you need lessons," Kate said. She turned around, reached behind her to take hold of Dan's prick, and led him to the snacks table. Dominating the table, standing out amidst the bowls of food, was a huge crystal serving bowl filled with condoms.
Taking one, she released her grip on Dan's prick and held up the foil packet. "Do you know how to put one of these on?"
He took the rubber from Kate and laughed. "The real question is, do you?"
"Uh-oh." A sheepish grin crossed her face, and she looked down at her bare feet. "I guess I'm the one who needs lessons."
"Stand next to me, and I'll show you what to do," Jack instructed.
Kate stepped up beside him, her bare hip lightly touching his. His cock had climbed to full erection, and he opened the foil packet.
"Here, take it," he said, handing her the rolled rubber.
Kate gingerly took it between two fingers, with as light a touch as she could and still maintain her grip.
"It won't break," Dan chuckled.
"I know. I just don't want to tear it. I've never handled one of these. I don't use them, you know."
"Yeah, I didn't think you did," Dan answered. "Just curl your fingers around the rim-that's it."
Kate held the rubber in the circle made by her thumb and forefinger.
"Now, turn it around so that the thick part of the rim is facing you. Good. Now, put it over my prickhead and slowly roll it down."
Kate felt his hard-on throb as she placed the rubber disk over the rim of his cockhead. She looked up at him, and he nodded at her to go ahead. Her lust rose as she slowly sheathed the taut, veinous skin, and the edge of her palm brushed against his tightened scrotum when she had the rim down to his cock hair.
She paused to caress his testicles through the wrinkled skin, then she turned and dropped to all fours. Dan dropped down behind her, caressing her diminutive butt-cheeks. Stretching himself out prone on the rug, his hard-on nestled between his closed thighs, he murmured at her to spread her legs. Kate asked why, and he answered by pressing his mouth against her pussy lips.
"Fast learner," Kate sighed, thrusting her butt back at him.
Dan thrust his tongue in and ran the tip around the soft, wet interior of Kate's vagina. Tilting his head up, he jammed his face against her ass crack and poked his tongue at her butt hole.
"Hey!" Kate jerked away from him. "What are you doing?"
Dan lifted his face from her rump. "Do not like it?"
"I don't know," Kate said. "Yeah, maybe it's okay."
He put his face back and again dabbed at her ass-hole with his tongue tip. "Yeah, it is okay," Kate said, her voice slightly hoarse.
Laying the fiat of his tongue over her bunghole, he got a hand between the backs of her thighs and slipped a finger into her pussy. She thrust back at him, clutching the carpet and letting out a long sigh of passion.
"If that's how good your finger feels.. . . "
Taking that as a signal, Dan withdrew his tongue and finger and got up on his knees. Holding his cock by the base, he carefully guided the rubber-clad head to her slit and pushed, getting the head and part of the shaft in. Bending low over her, he thrust forward and felt the warmth of her cunt enfold his cock, as vividly as if he hadn't been wearing the condom.
Another long, low sigh erupted from Kate as he found her small tits and covered them with his hands. Her nipples stiffened against his palms, and she began to work her hips around slowly.
Maura had been watching her, and smiled with satisfaction. She looked across the room to see Alice flat on her back, legs spread and knees raised as Bob crawled over to her. Maura thought the sandy-haired orgy novice was going to fuck her, but instead, he dropped his shoulders and shoved his head between Alice's thighs.
Gwen rushed over to Maura and said, "Let's double up on Harry. Kate's hubby is still a zombie."
Maura looked where the small, brown-haired woman pointed. Ken was standing where he'd been almost the whole evening. "No, not exactly a zombie," Maura told Gwen. "I think I know what's up with him. Look."
As she spoke, Ken reached for his very stiff prick. He didn't look down at his hands. Instead, his gaze roved slowly over the entire room, and the glazed look in his eyes wasn't fear or befuddlement-it was one of total ecstasy.
"Well, there's our voyeur," Maura commented. "Want to make him more social?"
"Maybe later," Gwen commented. "I just hope he doesn't shoot off on the rug."
A careful glance at Ken's crotch told Maura he wasn't actually jerking off. He was holding his cock by the base, apparently to increase the sheer pleasure of watching.
Gwen signaled to Harry, who was opening the bathroom door. Stepping quickly up to him, Maura following, Gwen said, "Hi, I was wondering if you'd mind if Maura and I doubled up on you. I never doubled up on someone before, and he-" she pointed to Ken. "Doesn't look like he wants company right now."
"Nothing I have not seen before," Harry shrugged. "And yes, I like that double-up idea, but I have to take a quick shower, first."
He stepped into the bathroom. Maura looked at Gwen, Gwen looked at Maura, and both women giggled. Flinging the door open, they charged in.
"Wait a minute," Harry laughed, stepping into the tub and reaching for the glass shower door. "All the sex around here has to be public."
"So?" Gwen shrugged. "We'll just leave the door open. The shower door, too. Anybody who wants to can see us."
"Can't argue with logic," Harry chuckled, pulling the door open and turning on the shower.
Gwen stepped in, Maura close behind her. Maura's tits brushed against the smaller woman's back, and Gwen shivered sensuously. That lightly-haired pussy looked delicious, Maura reflected, and she hoped that Gwen's reaction was a sign that she'd be receptive to woman-on-woman sex.
The brown-haired woman slipped, bumping her butt against Maura's pussy mound. Was that an accident? Maura felt a sudden, sharp pang of lust for the shorter woman. Afraid to move too fast, she lathered up her palms and handed the soap to Gwen.
To Maura's surprise, she turned suddenly, leaning her breast against Maura's arm as she whispered in her ear. "Is it okay if I wash you, and you wash me?"
About to lay her soaped-up hands on Harry's back, she turned and said, "Sure!"
Gwen turned around, her ass crack a fraction of an inch from Maura's red cunt hair. Harry cast Maura a questioning look as the redhead began to make a soapy trail down the brown-haired woman's back.
"You said you wanted to shower alone," Maura reminded him with a sly laugh. "So, you're alone. Don't mind us a bit."
The women moved to the other end of the tub, their backs to him as he unconcernedly retrieved the soap and went back to washing himself. Gwen bent a little, sending her bare, wet buttocks against Maura's cunt mound. There was no way that could have been an accident, and the look of desire on the brown-haired woman's face as she turned to Maura made the situation perfectly clear.
Gwen, newcomer to multiple partners sex, wanted to have sex with her.
It was so tempting for Maura to just reach around and seize the woman's lightly-haired pussy, grinding her cunt against Gwen's buttocks while she brought the newcomer to orgasm. But she didn't know how new-inexperienced-Gwen was.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Maura whispered, dropping her hands to her sides and backing away from Gwen's butt.
"Yeah. I've done it a couple of times.. .it's one of the things I started this for. Please, put your hands back on me. I love the way they feel."
"Believe me, I'll make you feel a lot better soon," Maura purred in reply.
Starting where she left off, midway between Gwen's shoulder blades and buttocks, Maura slowly dragged her hands down. Gwen made sort of a growling sound, wriggling her bare hips and bumping her ass against Maura's pussy. She stiffened, straightening her back and hissing when Maura's hands moved down to her butt cheeks.
Her ass was pressed tightly against Maura's groin. The redhead slid her hands around quickly, bringing her fingertips to within an inch of the soft brown hairs over Gwen's snatch, then sharply drawing back so that she was only touching her ass again.
Gwen shuddered with impatience. Cunt juice mixed with the water on her slit, and Maura felt her own passion rising faster than she could control it. With an act of will, she brought her hands back up to Gwen's shoulders, then abruptly shoved them under the brown-haired woman's arms and seized her breasts.
The small half-spheres disappeared under Maura's long fingers, and the redhead worked her hands around slowly, massaging Gwen's tiny red nipples. Gwen rocked her hips back and forth, the taut skin of her ass cheeks grazing against the wiry red hairs of Maura's pussy bush. Cupping her hands, Maura slowly drew her fingers back until Gwen's nips were between the redhead's fingertips.
"If you don't touch my cunt, I think I'm going to explode," Gwen cried out.
Harry had finished washing himself and had stepped out of the tub. As he dried himself off, he looked contemplatively at the two women.
"This is sure a great way to be alone," he commented.
The two women ignored him. In answer to Gwen's plea, Maura jerked her hands off the brown-haired woman's tits and cupped them over her pussy mound. Gwen spread her legs, hunching down as she felt Maura's fingertips touch her slit.
Gwen's naturally-bald outer lips swelled at Maura's touch. Her ass planted firmly over Maura's sex, she closed her eyes and murmured softly as Maura slid a finger into her cunt.
"You can give me two," Gwen gasped. "I, I like it that way."
Obligingly, Maura added her middle finger to the index finger she already had in the newcomer's pussy. She felt Gwen's cunt flesh pulse around her fingers. The brown-haired woman was murmuring to herself, lost in a world of sexual ecstasy.
Without breaking her in-out rhythm, Maura turned to Harry. "Don't you have a party to go to?" she said.
"Right, I forgot," he grinned, and darted out, closing the bathroom door behind him.
Before Maura could ask Gwen if that bothered her, she found the newcomer's G-spot and pressed down hard on it. Gwen's climax erupted suddenly, and she jerked up and down as her sexual fluids flooded Maura's hand. Maura felt a minicum erupt in her own pussy, and she rubbed her cunt mound firmly against Gwen's ass as the woman continued to cum.
They were both so engrossed, they didn't hear Amelia step in. Shutting the door behind her, she watched as the last shudders of orgasm rocked Gwen. Letting out a loud, satisfied sigh, the brown-haired woman stepped away from Maura and leaned against the tiled wall.
"You guys are doing a girl-girl thing," Amelia said, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Shocked?" Maura asked with a chuckle.
Assuming a comical grimace, Gwen added, "Boo!"
"No, curious, actually. There's the one about how women are supposed to be great pussy eaters, and, well, I always wondered what it would be like with another girl," Amelia said thoughtfully. "Anyway, I just came in here to freshen my ass and pussy for another round out there."
She gestured with her shoulder to the door, making her round breasts shake from side to side.
"Go ahead and wash," Maura chuckled. "You won't be in our way." Turning to Gwen, she said, "If you think my finger felt good-"
"Oh, I've had a tongue down there," Gwen interrupted. "I know it's wonderful."
"Just let me get you right," Maura murmured, lifting Gwen's leg and planting her foot on the edge of the tub.
Amelia stepped under the shower, keeping her eyes on Gwen's naked form. She felt that special tingle in her pussy when Gwen raised her leg high, baring her gash. Maura dropped to her knees, clasping Gwen's hips as she ducked her head between the brown-haired woman's thighs.
CHAPTER TWO
Flaming red hair spread over white thighs as Maura pressed her mouth firmly against Gwen's cunt. The newcomer leaned down, grasping the redhead's shoulders and humping her mouth. Amelia paused to watch, shower water raining down from her black triangle of pussy hair. Apparently without realizing it, she slid her hands down to the top of her thighs.
It was only when her fingertips reached her pussy that she realized she was about to masturbate while watching two women have sex. Not sure how to feel, she quickly stepped out of the tub and dried herself with her back to Maura and Gwen.
She tried not to hear Gwen cry out, "Stop, it's too much!"
The brown-haired woman forcefully dragged herself away from Maura. Gwen leaned her back against the wall, her small breasts rising and falling as she breathed hard. Maura stood up, glancing at Amelia's buttocks as the tall brunette made her quick exit.
Exhaling hard one last time, Gwen said, "Do you think we freaked her out?"
"I hope not," Maura reflected. "Yeah, I think she's just a little confused. I say we should just leave her alone about the whole thing."
Gwen nodded. "I'd like to eat your pussy now. I'm sure as hell not confused."
Maura looked around. "It's kind of cramped in here. We should keep ourselves limber, if you know what I mean. Would you mind if we did it out there?" She gestured to the bathroom door. "We might end up with some company."
"Not to mention the look on Dan's face," Gwen giggled. "I never got around to telling him that I'd been with other girls."
"Sounds delicious," Maura laughed.
Arm in arm, the two women stepped into the living room. The first thing they saw was Harry getting his cock sucked by Kate. He was sitting in a large easy chair, and she was kneeling between his thighs. One of her hands was on a small breast and the other was between her thighs.
She was working her head around as she slipped a finger into her pussy. Amelia and Dan were fucking doggy-style, her breasts hanging down and her long pink nipples obviously stiff. Dan was on his knees, his back straight and his balls pressed against Amelia's ass cheeks.
Ken was still standing by the snack table, his eyes as glazed as if he'd been tranquilized.
Gwen eyed him speculatively, then glanced over at her husband. "He's too busy to watch us," she said mournfully. "Maybe we should get to work on this case."
Maura paused for a moment to look Ken up and down before replying, "Yes, definitely."
Ken's cock was half-hard. Maura planted herself in front of him, and gestured to Gwen to get behind his back.
Looking straight into his eyes, she said, "You're not just going to stand there all night. You're not a real voyeur. For one thing-you haven't jerked off. Face it, you'll have to fuck somebody before you go home. Don't you see how your wife is doing?"
She pointed to where Kate was taking Harry's latex-clad cock out of her mouth.
"Oh, ah, yeah," Ken said. "I just don't know."
Rather than ask him "know what," Maura reached out and took his soft cock shaft between two fingers. Gwen rested a hand lightly on his buttocks.
"Now, try to tell me this doesn't feel good," Maura said.
"It's.. . . " Ken gasped. Maura wrapped her fingers around his cock and rubbed it, feeling it stretch and grow in her hand. Reaching out her free arm, she took a condom from the table and handed it to him.
"You know how to open these, right?"
In a tone of voice as strained as if something was stuck in his throat, Ken replied, "I, we, have used them."
His hands shook a little as he took the square foil packet from her. A touch of Maura's fingertip on the underside of his cockhead brought him to full erection, and he fumbled the condom out of the packet.
"Go ahead, put it on," Maura urged. Staring down at his prick, Ken slowly drew the rubber on. Gwen chose that moment to run her hand down his ass crack and press a fingertip against his anus.
"Hey, ouch!" Ken jumped to one side, clutching his buttocks.
Maura charged over and grasped him by the hips, frantically gesturing for Gwen to join her. "Okay, okay," Maura said. "So, you don't like that one. Here's one I know you'll like."
Before the astonished dark-haired man could make another move, Maura dropped to her knees and closed her lips over his condom-clad cockhead. He let out a strangled sound, but made no move to free himself.
Gwen dropped down next to Maura, making sure her nipple touched Maura's bare side. Maura moved over, taking about half the length of Ken's cock in her mouth. Gwen ducked down and stuck out her tongue. Maura lifted Ken's cock shaft a little, and Gwen pressed her tongue tip against the wrinkled sac of the dark-haired man's scrotum. The two women were crowded together, Maura's tits pressed against Gwen's back.
Giggling, Gwen relinquished her place. Immediately, Maura thrust her head forward and took all of Ken's prick in her mouth. He was super-hard, and she could feel every vein and ridge on his cock shaft as she closed her mouth over it.
Wiping her mouth, Kate trotted over. "Well, it's about time," she said loudly. "I was pretty damn sure you were going to stand there all night." Turning to Gwen, she added, "Give him some pussy. Don't let him get away with just a blow job." Abruptly, Maura yanked his cock out of her mouth and stood up. "You're right, Kate. In fact, we'll give him two pussies. Which button do you push to get him to lie down?"
"Just tell him," Kate said. Turning to her husband, she rather gruffly told him to get on his back.
Slowly and jerkily, Ken lowered himself to the rug. He sat with his legs stretched out in front of him, looking around as if he didn't know where he was. Kate got behind him, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down. He twitched as his shoulder blades touched the carpet, then he settled down and stared up at the three naked women around him.
His stiff, condom-clad cock stood straight up. Maura gazed down at him thoughtfully and started to step over him. Suddenly changing her plan, she stepped forward until her feet were at his shoulders, then she turned and pressed her pussy slit against his mouth.
"This is to remind him what it is, in case he forgot that, too," Maura commented to Kate.
"Good idea," Kate agreed.
Ken lay perfectly still beneath the redhead, then he surprised all of them.
A weird sound erupted from his throat. He shot his arms up, grasping Maura's hips, and hungrily, almost desperately, thrust his tongue into her pussy.
"I think he just woke up," Maura gasped. "Kate, you never mentioned that your husband can use his tongue."
"Oh, nobody asked," she shrugged.
"Since you're busy over there," Gwen said, "I might as well get to work on this end."
Squatting over Ken's groin, she daintily parted her pussy lips and carefully placed them over the rubber-sheathed tip of Ken's prick. Keeping her lips open with one hand, she delicately gripped Ken's cockhead and made a slight downward movement with her hips. The head of his cock popped in, and she let go of her cunt as she slid down further.
Gazing up at Kate with an expression of approval, she said, "Very nice. I'll bet you've had some good times with this machine."
"Not as good as we're going to have, after this," Kate remarked.
When her almost-bald pussy mound was touching Ken's wiry black cock hair, she leaned forward and laid her hands over the round, upward-curving part of Maura's breasts. At the same time, Gwen lifted up, revealing a good length of Ken's cock shaft. Kate's eyes widened. Maura leaned over, taking Gwen's nipples between two fingers and leaning forward so her lips could touch the brown-haired woman's.
Anticipating her move, Gwen stuck out her tongue. Maura extended hers, and the two women rubbed tongues while they fondled each other's tits.
"Wow!" Kate leaned forward, bending her knees and resting her hands on her thighs. "You guys are doing each other!"
A few feet away, Amelia was moaning with lust as she climaxed around Dan's prick. He was shooting his load into his rubber, and she was jerking back and forth, humping at him as she clutched the rug. Just as Dan shot the last of his cum, she lunged forward so hard, she dislodged his prick.
As she got to her feet, she heard Kate's cry of amazement. Turning, she froze in place, then slowly walked over to where Maura and Gwen were tongue-kissing over Ken's writhing body.
"I saw them at it in the bathroom," Amelia half-whispered to Kate. "I don't know. What do you think about girl-girl stuff?"
Kate shrugged. "Haven't thought much about it. It doesn't seem all that awful to me, though. I might just give it a try." She looked up and down Amelia's slender form, and the tall brunette stepped away from her.
Her eyes stayed on Kate's curly-haired pussy, though. Licking her lips, Kate looked up at Amelia. "Want to give it a try?"
Amelia took a quick step back, raising her eyes to the level of Kate's tits. "I have no idea what to do. It sounds interesting, though."
She cautiously reached out to Kate's tits. Kate stepped up close to her and put her hands on the tall brunette's hips.
"I like the way your skin feels," she said. "Go ahead. I want to see what it feels like if you touch my breast."
Amelia sighed and laid the flat of her palm over the small, round rising of Kate's breast, her hand grazing the curly-headed blonde's nipple pleasantly. "I like this," Kate said. "I've always, kind of, wanted to touch titties."
With that, she clapped her other hand over Kate's tit. The shorter woman slid her hands around and gripped Kate's buttocks, pulling her towards her so their pussies were touching.
"Look, they're kissing again," Kate said, gesturing to Maura and Gwen.
Just as she spoke, Maura yanked her tongue out of Gwen's mouth and threw her head back. Ken's tongue was steadily massaging her G-spot, and her cunt was pulsing around her tongue. Her orgasm threw her off-balance, and as she moaned out her pleasure, she tumbled off the prone man and rolled over on her side.
Gwen shouted out that it was her turn and started humping up and down hard. A look of pure ecstasy was etched on her face as she let out a shrill cry of climax. Beneath her, Ken started bucking, thrusting his groin against her as he let out a series of hoarse grunts. Gwen said something about it being too much, and she leaped off him.
Amelia and Gwen parted, their hands on each other's hips. Maura glanced at them. "What are you guys up to?" she asked with a giggle.
"Oh, we want to see what that girl-girl stuff is all about," Kate said breezily.
"Yeah, but we don't really know what to do," Amelia commented.
"No problem," Gwen said. "Maura, why don't we demonstrate?"
"Better, let's give a demonstration," the redhead said eagerly.
Maura went to the middle of the room and gazed around. Bob and Alice were fucking missionary style. Ken was lying flat on his back, gasping for breath. Harry was slumped in his easy chair, languidly gazing around. Dan was sitting on the rug, his arms draped over his raised knees.
"Just give us a minute or two to finish up," Alice called out. "I'd love to see this."
Bob let out a hoarse roar, and his firm, athletic buttocks started quivering madly as he humped. Alice kicked her legs up, uttering a hoarse roar of her own as she rocked from side to side. About a minute later, Bob rolled off her and staggered to his feet. Alice sat up, and he extended a hand to help her to her feet.
There was a wide, clear space in the center of the room. Maura and Gwen sat cross-legged, facing each other. Maura wondered how far she should go, and she scanned the faces of the onlookers. Gwen had no such reservations. Uncrossing her legs, she spread her thighs and leaned back far enough to make her cunt slit clearly visible to the onlookers. Smiling up at them, she thrust a finger deep into her snatch.
Kate bent over, peering down at Gwen. Amelia took a few steps back. Alice hovered around behind them, while Harry sat reading a newspaper.
No one noticed his complete disinterest. Gwen drew her finger out, held it up to show that it was wet with her sexual fluids, then she popped the finger into her mouth and made a loud sucking sound.
"I love the taste of pussy," she proclaimed. "Especially another woman's."
She thrust her hand between the startled Maura's legs. The redhead looked down, making no attempt to stop Gwen as the brown-haired woman slid the forefinger of her other hand into Maura's pussy. Sighing inwardly, Maura reached into Gwen's cunt, then put her finger in her mouth.
"She is delicious," she said to the others. Gwen had started it, and Maura knew she'd get the newcomers nervous all over again if she tried to stop it. Another glance at the surrounding faces revealed no expression of shock or disapproval. "It's even better from the source," Maura added, getting on all fours.
Telling the orgy-goers to watch carefully, Maura crawled between Gwen's legs. She lowered her shoulders to drag her nipples along Gwen's stomach, then she swooped down and pressed her mouth tightly against the brown-haired woman's. Two small half-apple breasts met two curving, upward-tilting ones, and it was obvious from the way they were working their mouths around that they were kissing.
At the same time, Maura settled her cunt over Gwen's, Maura's wiry red pussy hair grazing Gwen's almost-bare mound. Gwen kicked her legs up and started jerking her hips rapidly back and forth. She lifted Maura and herself as she raised her shoulders, reaching for the redhead's butt cheeks. She couldn't quite get to them. Her fingertips grazed the very top of the firm rounds of flesh, and she leaned back.
Maura broke their kiss and crawled backwards, sticking out her tongue and tracing a wet circle around the reddish-brown ring of Gwen's areola. Turning an eye upward to make sure everyone was watching closely, she closed her lips over Gwen's tiny red nipple and tugged gently.
Movement above her made her look up to see that Amelia had taken hold of Dan's cock. Bob had his arm around Kate's shoulders, and the resurrected Ken had his arm around Alice's waist. All she could read on Amelia's face was intense interest-apparently, the tall brunette's reluctance had vanished altogether.
No matter what, there was Gwen's cunt to attend to. She kissed the brown-haired woman's stomach hard, cupping her hands over Gwen's breasts as she dragged her lips down to the woman's pussy. She kissed Gwen's mound hard, then ducked her head between the smaller woman's thighs.
Gwen let out a squeal of delight at the feel of Maura's mouth on her cunt. She pushed forward, lifting her shoulders again in an effort to clutch Maura's head. As before, Gwen couldn't reach. She flailed her arms around for a moment, then dropped them to the carpet. Uttering a happy sigh, she raised her knees and jammed her thighs against the sides of Maura's head.
Absorbed in the fresh, delicious taste of Gwen's cunt, her ears covered by Gwen's slender thighs. Maura didn't hear the doorbell ring. Alice and Ken went to answer it. he behind her and her hand on his cock.
"Sophie Garnet, whom I work and play with, is coming," she told him. "I sort of forgot. She's just here to pick up some work, anyway. But. maybe she'll stay and party."
A tall, statuesque blonde stepped in, leading an obviously younger, shorter man. She was often taken for a high fashion model by those who weren't part of the fashion world. Those who were could see that she was too tall by at least three inches. Alice and Ken were behind the door, and the blonde let out a cry of happy surprise to see that they were both naked.
"Great, you have a party going," she said, her eyes drinking in the sight of all the naked flesh in the room. Pointing to her companion, who was grinning from ear to ear, she said, "You know Henry, right?"
"We've met and fucked at your place, remember?" Alice laughed. She eyed the lean younger man, letting her gaze linger on his crotch.
"Of course," Sophie murmured. "And your companion?" Quite deliberately, she stared at Ken's naked penis.
Alice introduced them, then said, "We're going to go off and watch the show." She pointed to where Maura was working her mouth around Gwen's cunt in a slow, sensuous circle. Maura's shoulders were down and her ass up, and her bunghole and cunt slit were clearly visible. Sophie rubbed the tip of her tongue firmly around her lips, looking around the room.
"There's a quiet spot," she said, pointing to a clear stretch of rug behind Harry's chair. "Henry and I will strip down there, and we'll be joining you shortly."
Harry looked up from his newspaper and nodded a greeting to Alice. She patted him on the head as she stepped behind his chair, and he resumed his reading as she turned her back to Henry. He drew down the zipper of her long black dress, and as she stepped out of it, he undid the strap of her lacy wisp of a bra. Shrugging her shoulders, she let it drop.
Her diminutive, sharply-conical breasts came into view. Crouching, Henry pulled her panties down her slender thighs, revealing the thin, golden-blonde strip of pussy hair on her mound.
"We'll have time for that later," Sophie murmured as he rose, aiming his mouth at her pussy. "Let's get you naked and show you off, first. Then we'll each find ourselves a playmate."
Henry nodded eagerly. She unbuttoned his shirt, pressed her palms against his smooth, almost hairless chest, then tweaked his tiny masculine nipples. He let out a soft moan, and shuddered with delight as she opened his pants.
Pulling Ken's cock out of her mouth, Alice looked up at him and commented, "Watch that guy. He's a real male slut. If you don't know what that means, you will when you see him in action. Meanwhile.. . . " She put his cock back in her mouth.
In the center of the room, Maura felt Gwen's pussy start to pulsate around her tongue. Quickly moving her hand up to Gwen's pussy, she slid two fingers into the brown-haired woman's cunt. With a shrill cry of absolute passion, Gwen kicked up and started rocking back and forth.
The tall naked blonde and her smaller, fair-haired companion stepped up behind the onlookers. Sophie leaned over, pretending not to notice that her breasts were pressing against Dan's shoulder blades as she watched Maura slowly lift her head from between Gwen's thighs.
Sophie applauded, and Kate and Bob joined in. Amelia and Dan murmured approval, then walked off arm in arm. They embraced and sank down to the rug at the far end of the room as Sophie reached down to Maura to help her up.
"It seems like everyone's engine is running," Sophie said. "I suppose this is your work?"
"Oh, nobody can make someone orgy," Maura laughed, looking up at Sophie's face. "They had to want to."
"Isn't there always an instigator?" Sophie smiled slyly, slipping an arm around Maura's shoulders.
As she had the few times they'd met before, Maura felt a mixture of distinct unease, yet obvious attraction. One feeling would predominate, then the other. They'd come close at the last affair they happened to be at, but Maura's uneasy feeling came out on top and she gracefully managed to avoid interacting with Sophie.
She wondered vaguely if she was making a game of it, playing a game with herself as well as the fashion executive. Was this her way of being coy? Usually, she was quite forthright. Sophie subtly increased the pressure of her arm. Maura hesitated for a moment, then she leaned against her.
"Do you think we could do sort of a replay, in case someone hadn't gotten the idea?" Sophie murmured. She slid her hand between Maura's shoulder blades.
"I need a break right now," Maura said. She glanced down at the thin blonde strip of Sophie's pussy hair and decided she was sufficiently curious about her to actually get it on. "But a little later."
"Hmm." Sophie let her gaze run down Maura's bare flesh. "Maybe at my place. Unless it always has to be an orgy. I have some interesting toys, too. Who knows? Maybe a friend will come over."
Curiosity brushed aside Maura's unease completely. "Better yet, let's make a date of it. Say Saturday?"
"Midnight okay?" Sophie grinned, a somewhat predatory gleam in her eye.
"Fine with me," Maura shrugged. "I'm sure I can keep busy till then."
"Well, just don't wear yourself out, not too much, anyway," Sophie chuckled. "Listen, I have some business with Harry over there." She pointed to Alice's husband, who was looking for something in the drawer in the end table by the chair. "See you Saturday."
Maura watched as Sophie sauntered up to Harry, waving a condom she'd taken off the table. Just then, an unfamiliar voice made her start and turned several heads. A flash of colored light told her it was the television.
Tired of his newspaper, Harry had decided to watch TV. Sophie rested a bare buttock on an arm of his chair, picked up his hand and placed it over her pussy.
"Mind if I sit on your cock for a while?" she asked.
"Sure," Harry replied. "Just don't block my view, okay?"
"Hell, I'll watch with you," Sophie declared, sliding off the chair arm and into his lap.
Reaching between his thighs, she leisurely took hold of his long, soft prick and lifted it. At the same time, she closed her thighs over his hand and told him to finger her.
"I thought you said you wanted to ride my hard-on," Harry commented.
"Yeah, but where is it?"
Maura crept closer, amused and puzzled at the same time.
"Just let go and I'll show you," Harry replied.
"Okay, if you say so." Sophie let his prick drop back down over his enormous balls and leaned back, parting her thighs so he could remove his hand.
"Here goes," Harry said, sliding forward a fraction of an inch.
His cock sprang up to its full nine inches erect. Maura couldn't help gasping in amazement at the stiff rod, which, only a moment ago, had been a soft prick. Sophie, as surprised as Maura, hesitated a moment, then slipped the rubber over his hard-on.
Harry gripped her hips and held her tightly as she lifted her butt. She parted her cunt lips, sighting between her thighs to align his cockhead with her slit. A slight downward movement with her hips got the head between her lips, and she leaned forward as Harry thrust upward with surprising agility.
Maura could see his cock slide in and instinctively reached for her pussy. She pushed a finger in as the condom-clad erection slowly vanished into the warm, wet depths of Sophie's pussy. Horny again, she waited until Sophie was comfortable enough to lean back against Harry.
The two of them seemed absorbed by the show, and nothing on their faces showed that they were fucking. Maura found herself more curious than ever about Sophie, and decided to satisfy her lust of the moment with the first available penis.
That turned out to be Henry's. The slight, sandy-haired man was standing in a corner, absently stroking himself as he looked around the room. Stepping up to him, Maura brushed his hand aside and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
"I'll take over for you, if you don't mind," she said.
His prick stiffened in her grasp.
CHAPTER THREE
Although it had started over an hour later than the party at Alice Ervin's, the orgy on the other side of town was already in full swing. There were no newcomers here. Only a small group of experienced multiple-partner enthusiasts was on hand.
There was no way Carl Farer could have told his rather conservative investor that he had an orgy to catch, so he remained in the restaurant with him, conversing until the rather corpulent executive decided he wanted to leave.
Probably to get fucked, Carl reflected, trying to suppress images of all the naked flesh he'd soon be around. The thought of the older man showing up at Fran Carter's made him shudder.
Finally, Carl was in a cab en route to Fran's. He thought of going home to change first, but he knew that the more time he took, the more action he'd miss. So. he'd show up in his business suit and so what if everyone else had dressed casual.
He wouldn't have it on very long, anyway.
A long, narrow hallway led from the front door of Fran's apartment to her enormous, thickly carpeted living room. An elaborate bead curtain covered the inner doorway, effectively hiding whatever was going on in the room behind it.
Somehow, the beads also muffled whatever sounds came out of the room. He could hear only a faint trace of sighs and groans as he approached. Eight or nine people-more than usual-were lying on the rug, all of them naked.
A short, rather stout woman emerged, her large, hanging breasts swinging from side to side as she ran up to Carl. "Hi, you finally got here," she beamed, gripping his arms and planting a quick kiss on his lips.
"Same room?" Carl asked, loosening his tie.
Taking him not too gently by the wrist, she said, "I'll take you there-I want to watch."
He let his gaze rove around the room as he followed her. He knew most of the guests by name, and the two or three others had familiar faces. Directly in front of him, strong, very masculine shoulders rose to reveal a pair of very feminine thighs. The triangle of brown curls atop the thighs told Carl exactly who the woman was.
The man was one of the familiar faces. Catching sight of an auburn-haired newcomer, he paused at the bedroom door to study her. Urging him to come on, Fran tugged at his arm.
A couple was fucking missionary-style beside the clothing-laden bed. They jerked their eyes open and looked up at Fran as she approached.
"I thought we had a 'no private parties' rule," she said.
"We were just sort of practicing," the young woman said. "We're new.. .we just wanted to get the feel of it."
Carl thought he'd seen them before. Fran explained that this would be their first full-fledged orgy. "We did a swing with them last week," she added. Grinning sheepishly, they rose to their feet. Fran stared at his fat, stubby cock while Carl gazed at her small, pear-shaped breasts with overly-large areolae and thick, round nipples.
Her pussy hair was a patch of black wires just above her cunt lips. He turned his head as they left, admiring the smooth curve of her buttocks. Fran tugged at his shirt.
"Come on, off. We'll be here till morning, otherwise."
Since the bed was overloaded with every type of garment, from see-through bras to suit jackets, Carl draped his tie over a chair and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Fran planted herself in front of him, watching the bare skin of his chest come into view. Resisting the urge to grasp his masculine nipples, she dropped her gaze to the level of his belt as he opened his pants.
Wanting to make the most of teasing her, he lowered his pants an inch at a time, careful not to drag his briefs down with them. His hard-on was pressing against the cotton, and he was exciting himself as well as the stout woman as he leisurely dragged his pants off his feet.
"Now for the main event?" Fran queried.
"Not just yet," Carl replied. "These are my best trousers."
As slowly as if he was walking through loose, deep sand, he approached the chair and carefully folded his trousers before draping them over the back of the chair. Just as slowly, he stepped back to Fran and hooked his thumbs under the waistband.
She expected another slow, torturous unveiling. Instead, he snapped them down to his knees. Immediately, his hard cock sprang up, and immediately, Fran swooped down on it. Moving amazingly fast, she got on her knees and popped his cockhead between her lips.
"Hey, didn't you just enforce a rule around here?" Carl laughed.
Yanking his cock out, she grinned as sheepishly as the younger couple had. "Just wanted to see if it still tasted good."
"Well, I certainly don't mind your method of analysis," Carl replied. "But why don't we take this out there?" He gestured to the living room.
"Deal," Fran said, releasing his prick as she got to her feet.
Once inside the main room, Carl had only a minute to gaze around before she pulled him down to the carpet and straddled his head. She dropped to her knees, thrusting back to make both cunt and butt hole accessible to Carl's tongue.
He pressed his mouth against her pussy lips and thrust in his tongue. She already had a good grip on the base of his cock shaft. Lowering her shoulders, she opened her mouth and took his cock in until the edge of her palm was touching her lips. Closing her mouth over the stiff member, she gently squeezed the shaft and began to rotate her hips as Carl's tongue probed the inside of her pussy.
She wouldn't make him cum that way, he knew. He wasn't protected, for one thing. For another, if he knew her at all, the costume designer was just warming herself up to get his cock in her pussy.
Fran was rather greedy when it came to orgasms, though. Easing his tongue out of her slit, he pushed up on her hips to make her lift a little. Finding her clit, he made broad circles around it, coming closer and closer until the soft, wet flesh of his tongue was brushing against Fran's stiff love button.
Her rotating movements speeded up, and Carl had to grip her bare hips tightly to keep his tongue in place. Her cunt lips swelled against his face, and her cum oozed out over him. With a roar of satisfaction, she yanked his prick out of her mouth and attempted to lift her pussy from his face.
"Not just yet," Carl chuckled, holding her tightly. "I have a bit of unfinished business."
"So does my pussy," Fran responded.
"That's not what I'm concerned with at the moment," Carl countered.
Fran shrieked with delight as he jammed his face against her ass crack. He spread her cheeks and thrust out his tongue, pressing it against the tight ring of her anus. He pushed hard, feeling the strong muscles part enough to allow the tip of his tongue to slide in.
"Oh, you know I like that," Fran called out. She let go of his hard-on and reared back, shoving her hands under her huge boobs and lifting them, teasing her nipples. Carl released her right butt cheek and slid his hands between her thighs, reaching for and finding her wet, swelling cunt lips.
Her ass-hole was gripping his tongue, and he kept it in place as he parted her fat, hair-ringed cunt lips.
The slippery wetness of her pussy enveloped his two fingers as he slid them in, groping for her G-spot. She clenched up, her knees digging into his sides as he slowly worked her hot spot.
As Carl had hoped, she started to cum almost immediately. Past experience told him that she liked to get three orgasms out of her partner of the moment, and, as much as he enjoyed screwing her, he wanted to make up for the time he'd lost by coming late.
Fran stiffened and thrust herself forward, breaking the grip of her ass on his tongue as her climax rocked her whole body and her face on his thigh. She rolled slowly off him and got to her feet. Carl started to get up, but she told him to stay where he was. He stretched out on the rug, propping himself up on his forearms to gaze around the room.
The auburn-haired woman he'd seen when he first came in stepped up near him and gazed down silently at his lean frame. As Carl's first glimpse of her had suggested, she showed quite a bit of muscle tone in her arms and thighs. Her untrimmed, dark-brown pussy bush spread lazily over her mound, dipping down just enough to cover the area around her love button. Two especially sensuous aspects of her appearance were the reddish tint to her hair and the way the round nipples of her small teardrop breasts pointed straight ahead.
Carl's cock throbbed. She glanced at his cock, but she seemed just as interested in his stomach and chest. "Sheila," she said, monotone. She seemed to be outlining his slim musculature with her eyes as she spoke. "Swimming or mountain climbing?"
"Carl. Mountain climbing." He deliberately mimicked her completely expressionless manner of speech. "Pro?"
Amusement gleamed in her eyes, and a small smile broke out over her lips. "Trainer."
"Hi," Fran said as she stepped up. "Sorry I got hung up back there. You haven't lost it, have you?" She looked at Sheila. "No, I'm sure you haven't. I guess you two have introduced yourselves?"
Sheila nodded. Carl said nothing, his gaze going back and forth from Sheila's cunt slit to Fran's. "Well, I have this dance," Fran said.
"That's okay," Sheila replied. "My cunt needs a rest, anyway. And I'd like to see how a mountain climber fucks."
"Oh, he reaches the peak," Fran chuckled. "You know, his cock can climb mountains, too."
"All right," Sheila replied, a skeptical note in her voice.
Unknown to either woman, Carl was experiencing a special and what he considered very private thrill. They were discussing him as if he wasn't there, as if he was an inanimate object-a sex toy. They were dominating him-he'd tried that once, and for months after, he shuddered whenever he recalled the experience.
"I'll show you," Fran said, crouching at Carl's feet and gripping his knees to spread his legs. Getting on all fours, she lowered her breasts over his prick and pressed them tightly against his stiff cockshaft. "See?" she looked up at Sheila.
"Impressive," the blonde commented, absently draping a hand over her pussy mound.
Fran stroked Carl's dick a few times, pressing her stiff nipples against his balls. Then she scooped up the condom she had taken from the table and snapped it neatly over his hard-on. Murmuring that she was all set, she raised herself and tucked his rubber-clad cockhead between her cunt lips.
Carl lay motionless as she slowly and methodically engulfed his penis with her pussy. Sheila extended a finger to the top of her slit. Carl's cock quickly disappeared beneath her ample pussy bush and she leaned over to give him access to her tits.
His fingers sank into the large mounds of breast flesh. Pressing both boobs together, tit to tit, he got his mouth over both nipples and sucked as she began to rotate her full hips. His passions rising past the boiling point, Carl shoved up, his lean ass rising off the rug.
"You've done good work with your abdominals," Sheila mused. Her fingers were now covering her cunt slit, and as Fran lifted enough to make the base of his cock shaft visible, Sheila ducked a middle finger into her cunt.
Fran reared back, freeing her nipples from Carl's mouth. She hauled herself up, drawing her cunt halfway off his dick. For an instant, she just hung there, then she plunged down and leaned slightly to the left. This had the effect of bringing her G-spot directly in line with his cockhead, and her cunt immediately began churning around his stiff member.
At the first stirrings of his cum, Carl stiffened and drew in a long deep breath. Fran was humping up and down, uttering hoarse grunts and rapidly turning her head from side to side.
Finally, she cried out, "Oh, I can't!" and leaped off him, sexual fluids running down the insides of her thighs. Her breasts did a mad jiggling dance as she breathed hard, staggering back then dropping on her ass on the rug.
"I guess it's my turn to milk the juice out of him," Sheila said, straddling Carl's hips and gazing down at him.
"Use a fresh rubber," Fran gasped, hauling herself to her feet and stepping over to the snack table. Picking a foil packet out of the crystal serving bowl, she tossed the sealed condom to the muscular blonde.
Carl's prick was not only still hard, it was a bit harder and longer. Sheila dropped to a crouch, effortlessly scooping up the condom while keeping her eyes fixed on his hard-on. Taking the shaft between two fingers, she squeezed down and murmured approvingly.
"He's incredibly hard, Fran. Let's see how long he can stay that way." Sheila wrapped the fingers of her other hand tightly around his cock and tugged ever-so-gently. Carl called up to her that she was cheating. "Sorry," Sheila purred, efficiently placing the rubber over his cockhead.
She drew it down slowly, moving her other hand down to caress his tightened scrotum. When she had the condom rolled down as far as it would go, she accidentally-on-purpose slipped and grazed the tip of his head with her pussy hair. Before Carl could protest, she reared up and thrust his cock into her pussy.
All he could do then was grunt and tighten his muscles, fighting back any hint of cum rising in his cock shaft. So fast he didn't see her move, she shot her arms forward and seized his chest. He jerked his shoulders up at the feel of her palms on his masculine nipples, and he automatically raised his hips.
This sent his cock surging all the way into her pussy. She was tight, he'd guessed that. He'd also guessed that she knew how to handle sexual contact, and the feel of her gripping fingers on his masculine nipples proved it.
"You're holding back nicely," Sheila commented, dragging her hands back, her fingers digging firmly into the taut skin of his torso. "Maybe when I cum you'll be finished."
A pert brunette with small apple-shaped breasts and a strip of black hair over her pussy stepped up to Fran. "Is this some sort of contest?"
"It didn't start out that way," Fran laughed. "But Sheila turned it into one."
The bodybuilder threw her head back, closing her eyes as she lifted her well-muscled buttocks. A bit of condom-covered cock shaft emerged, and she took it between two fingers. Carl tried for her breasts, but she leaned back out of reach.
Finding her G-spot, Sheila rubbed his cockhead firmly against it. Immediately, her pussy clutched his prick. She was already halfway to orgasm, and in less than a minute her cunt muscles were stroking his hard-on.
Carl thrust his arms out wide and clenched his hands into tight fists. Her cunt juice oozed out, the scent making his climax fight harder to erupt. Finally, just when he thought he was going to give in, she leapt off him.
"Well, you outlasted me," Sheila said with a grin.
The insides of her thighs were liberally coated with her sexual fluids. The pert blonde gazed up at her, licking her lips. Sheila stepped over to her, and Fran hid a smile at the sight of them side by side. The bodybuilder was just about a full head taller, and Fran shivered with delight at the thought of the interesting positions they could assume.
"I don't take that long to recover," Sheila said, a soft, seductive sound replacing the monotone in which she'd spoken to Carl.
"I'm glad about that," the brunette smiled. "But I want to give him a try, first."
She squatted over Carl, handing him a condom. "I'm afraid it'll explode if I touch it. She really gave you a workout."
"I'm sure I'll be all right," Carl said, closely studying her face. He could see that she was very aroused, ready to climax from so much as the touch of a finger.
This would be easy. The brunette squatted down, rather awkwardly trying to line up her cunt slit with his cockhead. Carl held it upright, telling her to spread her cunt lips. He guessed that she was one of Sophie's coeds. She couldn't have been older than twenty-one, and twenty would be a good estimate.
If she was looking for the kind of sex education she couldn't expect to get at school, she certainly was getting it.
The brunette's cunt was much tighter than Sheila's, which was quite respectably tight. Fortunately for Carl, his cockhead rammed her G-spot on her first thrust. Immediately, she started to cum, rocking from side to side and throwing herself off him. Giggling helplessly, the brunette thrust a finger into her pussy and humped herself as she shuddered from head to toe in orgasm.
Sheila swooped down and helped the coed to her feet. The bodybuilder wrapped her arm around the brunette's waist, and they looked around for the nearest open patch of floor space. Carl sat up, drawing the rubber off his prick. He recalled that he still hadn't cum as he watched Sheila press her body against the pert brunette's.
Seeing a familiar set of buttocks, he called out, "Joan, come over here, okay?"
Round, hanging breasts jiggled from side to side as the lean, trim-looking middle-aged woman pranced over to him. Brown curls jiggled on her head as Carl took her hand, then hugged her against him.
"You're not engaged at the moment, right?" Carl asked.
"I love the way you put that, and no, and yes-I'm engaged with you."
Carl pointed to Sheila and the brunette. "Those two will be really interesting to watch."
"Won't we be kind of interesting?" Joan asked, looking down at his cock. One touch of her fingertip to his cockhead made him as erect as he'd been when he was fucking Sheila and the smaller woman. "You certainly don't look like you need a break."
"The intention, dear lady, is to fuck and watch at the same time. In the right position, both our faces will be pointed at them."
On her own less than a year, Joan was still new to the varieties of sex. Her lusts burst out after years of a missionary position-only marriage, and her inhibitions vanished the first time she took off her clothes at her first sex party.
Carl had helped her break out. A casual meeting in a computer equipment store led to lunch, then to several more lunch dates, then a weekend date. Sex followed the next week, and after a short affair and a great deal of coaxing, Carl got her to attend an orgy. Rather than being shy and hesitant all evening, like he'd expected, she amazed him by getting right into the spirit of things.
"Let's see," Joan mused. "I think you mean on all fours. Doggy-style, right?"
"You've got it," Carl said. "Just let me get another condom."
The older woman got down on all fours, wiggling her ass around and looking back at Carl. Snapping the rubber over his erection, he got on his knees behind her and poked his dick between her thighs. Laughing, Joan leaned over, gripped his cock and tapped the rubber-coated tip against the wrinkled brown-red flesh of her cunt slit. Giving a round, hanging breast a quick squeeze, Carl gripped his prick around the base and worked the head in.
Immediately, Joan humped back at him. His prick rode in, and he paused to lean over her to position himself. Joan murmured "more" and thrust back again. Carl moved with her, letting his cock ride in until his tightened, wrinkled scrotum touched the smooth skin of her ass cheeks.
Sheila and the brunette were tongue-kissing. As Carl settled in comfortably over Joan, they broke apart. Sheila planted her hands firmly on the brunette's hips. "Just relax," Carl and Joan heard her say. "Relax your whole body. Believe me, I know what I'm doing."
The brunette's petite form went limp. Sheila lifted her slowly until the brunette's cunt was aligned with her mouth. The smaller woman draped her legs over the auburn-haired bodybuilder's shoulders and let out a cry of delight as Sheila's mouth made contact with her pussy.
Sheila's hands were firmly under the brunette's shoulders. Several who were between encounters stepped up to watch. Carl cupped Joan's breasts in his hands, the small rounds of red-tipped flesh disappearing beneath his long fingers. She pressed her buttocks against his thighs, murmuring to herself as she watched the spectacle before them.
There was a wet, smacking sound as Sheila pulled her tongue out of the brunette's pussy. The smaller woman was shuddering, wobbling slightly as she shuddered through a mini-cum. Sheila said something in a low voice to her and bent her knees to stand more firmly. The brunette slowly raised her shoulders, straightening her back and fanning the air in an attempt to grip Sheila's shoulders.
The bodybuilder bent forward a bit, and the smaller woman's hands found their target. Now holding her hips, Sheila pulled her closer so that her face was pressed against the brunette's lean stomach. She said something to the brunette again, and the smaller woman again went limp.
As easily as if she was manipulating a large pillow, Sheila lifted the smaller woman up and bent her over until the brunette's legs were in the air and her face was almost in line with the bodybuilder's pussy. A bit more lowering, and the brunette's head was between the bodybuilder's thighs.
"I can't keep this up too long," she shouted, laughing. "But I love it!"
With that, she plunged her face between Sheila's thighs. The bodybuilder let out a grunt, sliding her hands around to the brunette's buttocks. She hunched down, churning her hips as the brunette's tongue strove for the back of her moist, pulsing pussy.
Looking back at Carl, Joan said, "Can she really make the tall woman cum like that?"
Carl shook his head, drawing his cock out slightly. "No, that looks like very elaborate fore-play. In fact, I think she's.. . . "
He let his words trail off as the brunette's head abruptly popped out. "Okay, enough," she shouted up, craning her neck.
Sheila told her to stretch out her arms and bent forward. The brunette's hands touched the carpet, then she slowly unwrapped her legs from around Sheila's neck and dropped to all fours. Seeing that, Joan surged forward, drawing almost the full length of Carl's hard-on out of her pussy. Startled, he looked down to see her thrust back and hiss at him, "Come on!"
Obligingly, Carl started pumping rapidly. Removing one hand from her breast, he took hold of her pussy mound and spread her lips. The hard button of the older woman's clitoris dug into his fingers. She shrieked and began swinging her ass around madly, pumping back and forth at the same time. Her pussy lips gyrated madly around his cock shaft, and that, with her ass movements, dislodged his cock.
Carl immediately lunged forward. Joan reared up at the same time, and his hard-on plunged into her ass crack. Before he could react, his sheathed cockhead was pressed tightly against her ass-hole.
"Don't stop," Joan urged, gently thrusting back at him. "You're wet enough. And finger my pussy."
He leaned his thighs against her ass cheeks, his scrotum just inside her ass crack. His cock slid in slowly and he encountered far less resistance than he'd expected. He still had a hand on her pussy, and he spread her lips wider before sliding two fingers in. Her cunt muscles clenched tightly, and he could feel her pussy flesh throb.
Her ass gripped his penis like a masturbating hand. It was too tight to allow him to hump freely, so he made small jerking motions with his hips as he probed the interior of her snatch. Joan began to sigh in that low, throaty manner he'd heard the first time he brought her to orgasm, and as before, her whole body shuddered as she jammed her ass cheeks roughly against his thighs.
Maybe it was because she was older that she didn't thrash around and scream like the other women Carl had fucked. Joan kept her arms and legs still, shuddering in place as her orgasm coursed through her. Rather than firing off high-pitched shouts, she murmured, almost sing-song, to herself.
Her way of signaling that she'd had enough was to drop to her stomach with a grunt. This freed Carl's prick, and he gave her buttocks a friendly pat as he got up. He helped Joan to her feet, then they headed to the bathroom.
Just as they emerged, two new guests arrived.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Can't recognize them," Joan commented. "But I'm tired. I'll just watch for a while and catch up later."
Carl nodded. He only half-heard her, since the tall golden blonde who moved like a model grabbed his attention. He kept looking at her as she gazed around the room, and she stopped still when she caught sight of him.
She'd been chatting with Fran. A slight younger man hovered behind her, and Carl couldn't see much of him. He didn't want to, anyway. Seeing him, Fran waved him over.
"Hi, Carl. This is Sophie Garnet. She usually parties with the high-class set. You know, uptown."
Carl grinned as he took Sophie's hand. Fran was kidding, of course. Her guests were professionals who happened to live in a different part of the city, and fifty thousand a year was the lowest salary present.
Fran continued, "So, Sophie, are you just here for fun?"
"Come on, stop being so polite," Sophie laughed. "I have some business.. . . " She paused to gaze around the room. "But of course, I'll have some time for pleasure."
Before Fran could reply, a short, buxom woman who appeared to be in her early thirties bounded up to them. "Sophie, you did it," she said, her eyes flashing with delight.
"Oh, Emily, I hate I-told-you-sos, but you're forcing me," Sophie wailed. "See, here I am, and you didn't believe I'd show up at something like this."
"Did you know Sophie knew me?" Fran asked, grinning.
"Never thought to ask," Emily chuckled. "Hi, Carl. How's it hanging?"
Suppressing his laughter, Carl replied, "See for yourself, sweetheart."
"Later, dovey. I have business to attend to."
Turning to Sophie, the buxom woman looked her up and down suspiciously. "Wait a minute. Just walking into one of these doesn't mean all that much. You're certainly sophisticated enough not to be shocked, but actually participating is another matter. You don't look like you're exactly ready to party."
Sophie purred, "My dear, I just arrived and I haven't had time to undress. Frankly, I'm more into the spirit of things than you are-I'd be willing to eat you out in front of everyone, and I'm not sure how well you'd take to that."
"Expose yourself properly and we'll see," Emily responded.
Neither woman heard Carl excuse himself. Sophie darted into the bedroom, and Emily hovered around by the doorway. A slender redhead stepped up to Carl, gripped his cock and said her name was Jean.
"Pleased to meet you," Carl replied, sliding his hands under her flat, hanging breasts. He stretched his thumbs up to her nipples.
"I like to do it on the couch," Jean said, gesturing with her chin to the currently-unoccupied sofa.
A thought of Sophie Garnet lingered in Carl's mind as they quickly sprinted over to the sofa. The redhead immediately laid down on the thick, carefully-covered cushions. She rested her head on the arm rest and threw one leg up over the back.
"Did I mention that I won't fuck anyone who won't eat me out?" she queried as Carl stepped over.
"No, and there was really no need to," Carl said. "Did I mention I prefer as perfect a position as possible?"
Jean cast him an odd look, then a look of understanding flashed across her features when Carl dropped to his knees and grabbed the leg that was hanging off the couch. Draping it over his shoulder, he charged between her thighs and planted his mouth firmly over her slit.
"No need at all," she half-whispered, pressing her heel against his back.
Carl had the flat of his tongue pressed against her slit, and he turned it and slipped it in. At the same time, he shoved his hands under her butt cheeks and squeezed hard.
"Yeah, my ass," Jean groaned, churning her hips and pressing her cunt more firmly against his face.
Knowing exactly how she liked it-how he liked it, too-he loosened his grip and let his hands ride down her ass crack. A fingertip found her anus, and he rubbed the circumference of the tight ring of flesh before pushing his finger in.
Her reaction was immediate and intense. Releasing a high-pitched whine, she jerked her ass up then brought it down hard on his hand. This sent Carl's finger further in, and he began a slow, steady in-and-out rhythm as he slowly dragged his tongue out of her pussy.
Carl went right for her clit, circling the stiff love button and evoking another shrill screech from her. Then she was cumming, bucking against him and soaking his lips and chin with her love fluids. Then, amazingly, she stiffened her whole body and lifted herself up, shoulder blades and buttocks rising in the same motion. Carl's finger popped out of her ass-hole, and her pussy lips dragged across his chin as she pulled away.
"Just sit there for a minute," Jean said, darting over to the table to get a condom.
She unwrapped it as she stepped back and placed the rubber disk over her lips. Carl sat as she'd asked him to, his stiff dick angling up toward him. Jean knelt as she approached, deftly seizing his prick and pressing the condom over his cockhead. With what had to be a smooth, practiced motion, she slid the condom down the length of his cock shaft. When the rubber rim touched his pubic hair, she tightened the grip of her mouth and sucked hard.
His cock throbbed a little, but showed no sign of being even close to climax. She rolled her eyes up at his face. His expression was bemused and totally casual, nothing like the looks on the faces of the other men she'd fellated.
"You'd better take a seat up here," Carl advised. "The show's about to begin."
"What show?" Jean turned her back to him and lowered her ass. He put one hand on a bare hip and the other on his prick, aiming his wet, rubber-covered prickhead at her pussy slit. "Let me help," she said, sighting between her spread thighs to help guide his cock shaft.
When his dickhead popped between her cunt lips, she leaned forward and pushed back. His cock slid in neatly, and she slowly sat until her buttocks were touching his thighs. Sophie stepped out, completely naked, and Carl couldn't help gasping at the sight of her nudity. Those small pyramids of breasts.. .her model's figure.. . .
With a start, he realized he'd been ignoring Jean. She gasped her admiration as well, and leaned back to whisper, "She's gorgeous!" Carl grunted back an "oh, yes," and shoved his hands under Jean's tits.
"Okay," Emily announced, hands on her hips and her feet wide apart, her knees slightly bent as if she was riding a horse. "You've passed the nudity test. Now, let's see if you can eat me right here."
Several gasps and murmurs of admiration arose as Sophie sauntered across the room. Carl and Jean weren't her only admirers, obviously. More sighs arose as she turned, displaying her pert, upraised buttocks. Emily was doing her best to look like she'd issued a serious challenge, but anyone close enough to see the large, flat-tipped brown nipples jutting out from her large half-spheres of breasts could see that she was aroused.
Sophie paused to gaze around the room, then she stepped right up to Emily and threw her arms around the short, buxom woman's shoulders. Sophie thrust forward with her hips at the same time, meshing the thin blonde strip of her pussy hair with Emily's abundant black cunt bush.
Small pyramid-shaped breasts sank into soft round ones as the women embraced. Nudging Emily's head back with her chin, Sophie pressed her lips against the buxom woman's mouth. Emily hesitated for a moment, then parted her teeth to allow Sophie's tongue entrance.
Sophie's long, slender fingers slid down Emily's back, stopping at the top of the woman's ample ass cheeks. The two large half-melons quivered as Sophie lightly ran her fingers over them. She hunched down, gripping each butt cheek firmly in the center, then she dropped to her knees and tucked her head between Emily's thighs.
"Oh, you win," Emily moaned softly as Sophie's tongue slithered into her cunt. The buxom woman hunched down, jerking her twat back and forth, rubbing her cunt lips tightly against Sophie's mouth as the tall blonde pulled back her tongue. As she ran the tip around the folds and wrinkles of Emily's sex flesh, she spread the shorter woman's buttocks apart and plunged one hand into her crack.
"Rub me there, yes," Emily moaned. Sophie sucked her cunt lips, kneading them with her mouth before gently releasing them and turning her oral attention to the top of Emily's pussy slit. The bit of skin over the buxom woman's clit moved aside, and the hardness of her cum button pressed against Sophie's pleasuring tongue flesh.
Jean, sitting naked on Carl's naked lap with his prick deep in her pussy, leaned over for a better view. Sophie and Emily were standing at a slight angle to the couch Jean and Carl were on, so she could see both front and back. As she moved, his cock made contact with that special spot in her pussy.
Immediately, Jean forgot about the lesbian show in front of her. She started sliding rapidly back and forth, leaning over and gripping Carl's knees as her pussy exploded in orgasm. Her cunt walls did their mad dance, her juices oozed out over his balls, and he humped in rhythm with her movements. Uttering a shriek that momentarily drew everyone's attention to the couch. Leaping off him, she dropped to the rug in a crouch, breathing hard.
Shiny wet with her cum, Carl's cock bobbed around. Sliding back on the couch, he snapped off the condom then leaned against the backrest to watch as Emily climaxed, making hip-circling motions all over Sophie's face.
"Uncle," Emily cried out, bending over to push Sophie out from between her legs. "Any more of that, Sophie, and I'll literally explode. like I said, you win, hands down!"
Meanwhile, Carl still hadn't cum.
Joan was the first to notice, and she quickly informed Fran. Sophie had stepped over to see what the huddle was about.
"I think I can fix that," the tall blonde said, absently fingering her pussy lips. "A taste of pussy really gets me horny."
With Joan and Fran trailing behind her, Sophie walked to Carl and gazed critically at his softening cock.
"A very interesting instrument," Sophie murmured, reaching down to gingerly tap the underside of Carl's cockhead.
Again, the thrill of being a sex toy filled him. He remained in place, his back against the backrest and his legs, only slightly spread, flat on the floor. Sophie tightened the grip of her fingers, slowly drawing them up the length of his cock shaft. His prick returned to full hardness, and Fran handed Sophie the condom she'd thoughtfully brought over. With only one glance at his prick, Sophie slipped the condom on.
Rising, she stepped back and gazed down at him like a scientist studying a specimen. "Let's see.. .first a little of this."
Dropping to a deep crouch, she gripped the bottom of his cock shaft with two fingers and opened her mouth wide. Carl stiffened up automatically, expecting to feel warm wetness envelope his protected prick. But, just as Sophie brought his cockhead to within a fraction of an inch of her sensuous lips, she moved his prick to one side and jammed the tip of the head against her cheek.
She nuzzled his penis for a moment or two, squeezing down on his cock shaft and releasing her grip in a slow, steady series of motions. Feeling the member throb slightly, she thrust it between her lips and closed her mouth over it.
For the first time that night, a grunt of surprise came from Carl. He felt cum rise in the base of his cock shaft, and he immediately drew in as deep a breath as he could take. Sophie started sucking, at the same time working her head around. The faster she sucked, the more Carl tightened his body until she yanked his prick out of her mouth.
"This is a very serious case," she laughed, extending a hand to help Carl to his feet.
As he rose off the couch, she yanked him towards her and guided his cock between her thighs. Bending her knees, she tucked his cockhead into her slit and threw both arms around him.
"Now, push," she said hoarsely, groping her way down his back to his ass cheeks. Carl thrust up, shuddering at the feel of her tight pussy walls seizing his latex-covered hard-on.
One of her fingers zeroed in on his anus as they began humping together. He found her butt, at the same time trying to locate her G-spot with his cockhead. For him, it wasn't a contest, if it ever had been. He'd wanted to fuck the woman from the moment she'd come in, before he'd even seen her undressed. Now he was doing it, and he couldn't imagine not cumming.
Of course, he had to get her off, first. He slid a hand between their pressed-together bodies, and she leaned back a little to give him more room to move. Cupping his hand over a small cone-shaped breast, he squeezed down while he continued to navigate the interior of her cunt with his sheathed hard-on.
He drew his hand back, tenting his fingers and taking her small pink nipple between two fingertips. She leaned her head back, moaning softly and closing her eyes. Sophie made slight thrusting movements with her chest, then opened her eyes in surprise as the grip of his finger abruptly vanished.
A moment later, she felt his sweaty palm traverse the smooth plane of her abdomen. Since she was almost bald down there, it was easy for Carl to find her clit. The thin blonde strip of her cunt hair felt soft against the skin of his hand as he maneuvered two fingers athwart her clitoris in its protective hood.
Carl gripped only slightly, careful not to squeeze too hard and thus desensitize her there. He began a very slow, almost imperceptible back-and-forth stroking motion, matching it to his in-out strokes in her pussy. Feeling her cunt start to churn around his dick, he shoved it all the way in and picked up the pace of his clit stroking. Sophie shut her eyes tightly and began a series of jerky up-and-down movements, clutching Carl's back hard enough to leave finger marks.
Just when he thought the cum was about to rise in his cock shaft, just when he thought he would find release with the woman he most desired that particular evening, she staggered back and knocked his cock out of her pussy.
Sinking slowly to the floor, she took a series of long, deep breaths. "Would you believe this?" she said loudly. "He still hasn't cum."
"Looks like you lost this round," Joan smirked.
"Oh, really? I'm glad you said 'round,'" Sophie retorted. "Because my cunt and I are good and ready for another go."
Hauling herself to her feet, she looked Carl in the eye and pointed to the rug. "On your back, please, now," she said quietly.
Carl stretched out, his stiff dick bobbing around as Sophie planted a bare foot against either hip. She stared down at him for a long moment, then she abruptly dropped into a low crouch, at the same time gripping his cock.
Her cunt slit plunked down on the rubber-coated tip of the head. She shrugged off Carl's suggestion that they try a new rubber and gripped his cock shaft hard. Giving it a few quick strokes, she shoved the head into her slit and sat down.
His prick immediately rode into her pussy. In this position she could do what she couldn't while standing up, work her cunt muscles like massaging hands. She humped up and down rapidly to heighten the effect, and all Carl could do was grip the rug and groan as he felt his orgasm so steadily approach.
Sophie squeezed a little tighter and humped a little faster, then Carl let out a groan that could be heard all over the apartment, if not in the hallway, and she flipped him over, keeping his cock in place. He started pumping madly as his cum flooded the condom, clutching the rug and groaning.
It seemed like he would go on spurting forever, like the wild rushes of pleasure would never stop invading his body. Gradually, they diminished. His cum spurts slowed, then one final strand shot out. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of Sophie and let his softening prick flop out of her pussy.
Pulling herself along like a swimmer doing the backstroke, Sophie got out from under him. Carl lay flat on his back, breathing hard. Sophie gently rolled him over, then gingerly eased the spent rubber off his cock.
"I did it," she cried out, holding the used condom up. "See? That's his cum in here."
"Bravo, uh, Sophie, right?" Joan said.
"Sophie," the tall blonde replied.
Fran stepped up, grinning. "I guess you're our champion cock drainer now."
Sophie shrugged. "Oh, I've been called that.
A low groan from Carl turned Fran's attention to his still-prostrate form.
"I'm getting an idea," she smiled slyly, letting her gaze rove from Sophie then back to Carl.
"I say natural," Joe declared, plunking his water cup down on the convenience table by the water cooler. "They just seem natural, that's all."
Jack squinted doubtfully. "They don't grow that big too often," he mused.
"Yeah, but it happens," Jim added. "I met this redhead last year at Club Carib-the adult beach, guys, where you can see everything-and she had bigger ones that had to be natural."
They were very junior executives, three months out of the training class they'd attended together and not quite past the transition from college life to the world of work. Hearing the click-clack of high heels, Jim peeked out the doorway of the break room.
"Cold weather warning, guys," he whispered. As fast as if they were cartoon characters, the three of them scooped their paperwork off the top of the water cooler and huddled together.
For men with no training as actors, they did a very good job of looking like they were having a conference about their work. A moment later, the senior executive walked by. A very prim-looking hat covered her red hair, which was tied back in a bun. The cut of her conservative business suit was severe enough to make them wince, and opaque panty hose effectively concealed the sensuously creamy white of her legs.
Not the shape, though. Had they been more experienced, more sophisticated, they would have appreciated the sculpture like perfection of her legs. But they were new on the job, new to the world, and they could only think of her as an authority figure. Maura nodded to them and continued down the hall.
"I wonder if she's hotter than she looks," Jack mused.
"Hey, Ms. Jameison can hear you think that, I'd bet on it," Joe laughed.
"Maura Jameison.. .yeah." Joe remembered how she carried herself while lecturing at one of their orientation sessions. "That could be a horror story, some poor fuck trying to come on to her here."
"He'd have his head chopped off," Jack said solemnly.
"No," Joe corrected. "He'll just wish it had been."
She'd heard the shuffling of feet and rustling of papers, and she knew they were staging a scene for her benefit. Maura smiled as she stepped into her office suite. Brand-new male executives almost always acted that way. The women didn't.. .the specter of the "glass ceiling" still hung over this part of the business world, and if they'd been female, they really would have been having a conference.
Maura passed her secretary's desk and picked up her messages, wishing she could let her gaze linger over the pert brunette. She didn't dare, though, for reasons of indulgence as well as pure business sense. She was well-aware of her reputation as the "ice lady," and she relished it. It was good cover, too-no one would suspect that an "ice lady" indulged in multiple-partner sex.
So, as delicious as the twenty-one-year-old secretary looked, Maura could never divulge the slightest hint of her attraction. She had nothing to complain about, she told herself-she always got all the sex she wanted, and sometimes even more. Besides, the girl might be totally heterosexual, and a very unpleasant situation could arise.
The secretary also reminded her that she had no luncheon appointments. Maura breathed a silent sigh of relief at that, feeling like she'd been to one meeting too many. An hour later, feeling hungry, she asked the secretary to call her a car.
She decided to really get away from it and directed the driver to a restaurant downtown, where she was sure she wouldn't run into any business acquaintances. A quiet, leisurely meal alone was just what she needed, she thought, gazing out the window.
As always, the place was crowded. A very apologetic waiter told her that there weren't any empty tables, but that she wouldn't have to wait long.
Meanwhile, several blocks away, on the twenty-second floor of an office building, Carl Farer was talking to two of his junior executives. His tone was even, but they knew he wasn't too happy with what they'd done that morning.
"To make this short, since I'm going to lunch," he said, just a touch of anger in his voice, "I'll expect to see this work-up done right and on my desk."
The two junior executives went back to their cubicle. Carl passed by about five minutes later, and they didn't look up until he was a good distance down the long corridor.
"Yes, sir!" One of them muttered. "Do you think he was in the service?"
"Yeah, he was," his colleague responded. "I know what you mean-like he still is."
"You can take the boy out of the army.. . . "
The second one replied, "I wonder what he does for fun."
"I don't know. Maybe he goes to orgies."
"Yeah. Right."
"Or maybe he reads correctly-done reports."
"That's more like it."
Chuckling, they went back to work. As Carl left the building, he dismissed thoughts of the job from his mind and concentrated on his upcoming vacation. He was booked for a climb several states away, and he could almost feel the press of strong rope against his climbing gloves as he proceeded down the street.
The restaurant was crowded, and he knew before the head waiter told him that he'd have to wait for a table. He scanned the faces of the people waiting, hoping that there was no one there he knew.
Then he saw her.
For an instant, he thought the conservatively-dressed redhead was an old acquaintance and lust partner. Then he realized he'd never met her and that he felt an attraction that went way beyond the sexual. He also realized he was staring and quickly turned his gaze away as he tried to think of some smooth way to introduce himself.
Her intuition told her that someone was scrutinizing her. Maura turned around just in time to see the tall man with sandy blond hair avert her gaze. He certainly didn't look like a weirdo.. .in fact, there was something about him.. . .
Seized with a sudden urge to learn more about him, telling herself it had been too long since she'd acted on impulse, she stepped up to the waiter. Gesturing to Carl, she said she'd share a table with him. The waiter cast her a questioning look. She fished a twenty out of her purse, and he smiled and told her it would only be a minute or two. Thirty seconds later, he was ushering her to a small table for two in a quiet corner.
As she seated herself, the waiter rushed back and signaled to Carl. "A lady wishes you to share her table," he said in his slightly-imperfect English.
Wondering if this was going to turn into a business lunch after all, he followed the waiter across the crowded floor to where Maura was sitting. Catching sight of her, Carl almost froze in his tracks, but recovered in time to smile as he seated himself across the table from her.
"Hi, I guess-" he began.
"No, we haven't met," Maura smiled. "I caught you looking at me, and I thought it was only fair that I get a chance to look at you. Besides, I was in a hurry to get a table."
"Ulterior motives," he chuckled. "Well, I admit it. I was looking at you. My name's Carl Farer, by the way."
"Maura Jameison. Well, we have the table. Now, let's see.. . . " She squinted at him. "You're in finance of some kind, right."
"Close," Carl replied. "I sell technical shares.. . I'm in charge of salespeople, actually. Let's see.. . . " He gazed at what he could see of her body, feeling the first stirrings of sexual attraction. Her conservative attire suggested to him that he move very slowly. "You're in some sort of finance, no, I'd say numbers work."
"Very good," Maura said. "I'm an executive statistician. Also, math is a hobby of mine."
"So, you like to curl up with-"
The waiter stepped up, asking if they wanted drinks. Maura hadn't planned on having a drink, and neither had Carl.. . . "I'll take a Bloody Mary," Maura told him. "Same for me," Carl replied.
"Curl up with what?" Maura asked, feeling that special tingling in her lower body. She toyed briefly with the thought of kicking off a shoe and planting a foot on his chair to rub his cock through his pants, but the conservative cut of his suit warned her off.
He carried himself rather stiffly, if that was the right word. Maybe he was in the military.. .the more she thought about him, the more interesting he became to her.
"I was going to say, a math problem," Carl chuckled. "Your hobby." His interest in her was growing as quickly as her interest in him.
"Oh, sometimes," Maura smiled. "But that's not all I do to relax. By the way, do you have a hobby, or do you just sit around counting stocks?"
"I don't count stocks at all," Carl laughed. "What I do is a hobby, now. I've done it for money, too, though."
"Is this something mysterious?" Maura said, teasingly.
She was fighting to control her voice tone and her words. That tingling was getting stronger, and she was fairly sure he'd react negatively to any overtly sexual behavior on her part.
"No, just dangerous, to some people, and foolhardy to others. Mountain climbing, hiking and camping. Canoe, too."
Beaming with delight, Maura replied, "Those are my kinds of sports!"
CHAPTER FIVE
For a moment, they looked at each other silently. Sexual tension was rising between them. Carl found himself unable to resist his growing infatuation with her, and he struggled to keep sexual thoughts out of his mind.
Maura,-likewise, was becoming more and more infatuated, and,-likewise, tried not to let the slightest hint of sexual suggestiveness creep into her voice tone.
"I've only been on a few climbing expeditions," she said. "I had a couple of lessons.. .I don't know much, just enough to keep from falling off."
"That's kind of important," Carl said dryly.
Maura laughed. "I guess you've done a lot of climbing."
"Plenty," Carl said. "I learned in the army-I was in a mountaineering division."
"Then you are a pro." Maura's eyes widened with admiration.
It was so tempting to come right out and ask him to take her climbing! But that wouldn't sit well with someone as conservative as Carl, ex-army man and all.
"Well, it's not my main job. So, where did you climb?"
Maura named several fairly popular climbing sites in national parks. Carl nodded approvingly, telling her those were good places for beginners. He wanted to ask her on a climb right then and there, but another look at the cut of her clothes, combined with her stated profession, made him back off. This would have to happen very slowly, if it could happen at all.
He was too absorbed in trying to remain casual to consider what she'd think of his lifestyle.
The waiter took their order, and they chatted a little about their work.
"My 'juniors' aren't the brightest lights, either," Maura replied. "I know I wasn't that bad when I started out."
Carl grinned sheepishly. "Well, I'm pretty sure I wasn't. But not one-hundred percent sure."
Their food arrived, and they ate silently. When they were ready to leave, Carl mentioned the possibility of lunch again. Maura agreed, hoping she didn't sound too eager. They brought out their address books.
"I'm free on Wednesday," Maura said.
"No, I'm stuck then," Carl mumbled into his book. "How about Friday?"
"Let's see.. .yes, Friday's fine for me. Here again?"
"No, let's make it your part of town."
Maura gave him the address of a restaurant she knew would appeal to what she thought were his conservative tastes. Carl took down the information, and they shook hands as they parted.
She worked late that evening, and when she came home, Maura stripped down to a short nightgown and made herself a drink. Settling into her large, luxurious couch, she picked up her phone and dialed Alice Ervin's number.
Quickly, she told her about the meeting.
"Ex-army? Finance? Doesn't sound like anyone you'd run into around here," Alice commented.
"Wait, we have a couple of stockbrokers, don't we? And that accountant.. . . "
"True," Alice mused. "At least you're both outdoors nuts. Who knows? Maybe you'll make a swinger out of him."
"I don't know what's going to happen," Maura sighed. "He's just so.. .interesting."
"So, have lunch. Angle for a date. Come on, Maura. You're so head-over-heels that you've forgotten how to be subtle. Look, the Maura I know can get herself set up for this Saturday night."
"I suppose I can get things that far along," Maura said contemplatively. "But I won't even try to make it a sex date."
"You?" Alice replied.
"On the first date, Alice. You know the rules. We have to convert him before he can participate in the service."
"I love when you use religious metaphors," Alice laughed. "Well, enjoy!"
Across town, another phone conversation was in progress.
"I mean, even her handshake was hot," Carl said. "But she's so.. .Fran, what's the word?"
"Conservative, I guess," Fran Carter replied.
"'Prudish' is so old-fashioned. "But just because she's into math doesn't mean she's uptight about sex. Maybe you can make a swinger out of her."
"I don't know why, but something tells me that will be a long, slow, painful process," Carl replied mournfully. "Anyway, I'd like to take her out this Saturday, but I'm afraid to move too fast."
"Has she knocked you over that much?" Fran asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Blown away all that sophistication. Come on, Carl, feel her out."
"Well, Fran, that really would blow it."
"I didn't say 'up,' I said 'out,'" silly. They both laughed.
That Friday afternoon, Maura arrived at the restaurant just as Carl was getting out of his company car. She was dressed at her most conservative, and so was he.
"Perfect timing," Maura laughed, offering him her arm.
"That's important when you're climbing," Carl replied, thrilling inwardly at the feel of her body next to his.
He did want her, he realized, with a desire far more intense than the casual horniness he always felt at sex parties. But he couldn't let on, not just yet.. .sophisticated, as Alice had remarked.
She leaned into him innocently enough, and also enough to feel the firmness of his build. That special feeling bloomed in her cunt, and she hoped she wouldn't wet the crotch of her pantyhose.
Since she'd made reservations, they were seated immediately. Carl leaned against the plush seat of the booth, unbuttoning his jacket. Maura unbuttoned hers, and each did their best not to gaze at the other.
"So, is it all outdoors stuff with you?" Maura asked, wondering how much of her breasts he could see beneath her thick bra and severe white blouse.
Carl, meanwhile, was devoting a good deal of his attention to keeping his gaze fixed on her face.
"No, I can sit through a play or a movie, and I enjoy music." The waiter stepped up for their drink orders. "Bloody Marys?" Carl asked. Maura nodded and he gave the waiter their order.
"Music?" Maura said. "Hmm.. . . " She peered at him. "I'd say you were into, what is that? Punk rock."
For an instant, Carl, caught unaware, didn't realize that she was teasing him. His surprised, almost shocked look firmed up Maura's conservative image of him.
She was wondering whether she should apologize, but before she could say anything, Carl replied, "No, that's not my style. Classical, I'm afraid. And it's worse than that."
"Oh? How so?" Maura raised her eyebrows, suppressing a giggle of delight.
"Opera, too," Carl intoned sadly.
"It looks like I'm as bad off as you." Maura mimicked his somber tone. "I love classical and opera."
"Hmm. Well, that's two things we have in common," Carl replied. Was that too fasti He thought. No, I think I'm being ridiculous. He glanced at her face, seeing no sign of disapproval.
With a start he hoped she didn't notice, he realized that he'd never inquired as to whether or not there was someone in her life already. "It can be hard to find someone with your combination of tastes," he said. "I guess you have."
Catching his meaning and deciding to be just a little bit bolder, she answered, "I'm not seeing anyone right now. Yes it is hard, and somehow, it's just not the same when I attend a performance by myself."
If that wasn't an opening, then there was no such thing, Carl knew. Trying to sound as casual as he wasn't feeling, he said, "Well, I'm not seeing anyone, either. And I hate going alone."
There was a moment of silence while each of them hoped that the other would voice what they wanted to say. Then, cautiously, Maura said, "The Narris Orchestra is playing this Saturday.. . tomorrow. They do wonderful work with Mozart."
"I've heard of them," Carl replied. "And I've heard them." He stopped to clear his throat. "Would you mind if I asked you to accompany me?"
"No, I wouldn't mind at all," Maura replied, trying to conceal her excitement.
"So, my car in front of your building?" Carl suggested.
"Yes, definitely," Maura replied. They passed the rest of the lunch exchanging music world gossip. Maura steered away from the topic of mountain climbing, thinking it was too soon to start hinting that they climb together.
That evening, Alice Ervin called Maura with an urgent request.
"But I'm going out with Carl tomorrow," Maura protested. "I can't just say, 'excuse me, but I have to fuck several people,' can I?"
"Well, let's figure this out," Alice said. "The concert starts at eight, right?" Maura confirmed that. "Well, it can't last past ten, can it? Okay, so say you go for drinks. That'll take it up to eleven-you tell him you want to turn in early. You'll make it here by midnight, easy."
"I can't argue with your logic," Maura sighed. "And it has been too long since I've been to a women-only. All right, I'll show up."
Later that evening, Carl got a similar phone call from Sophie Garnet. "Hello, I'm having a small get-together tomorrow night. Do you think you could attend? It's not until midnight."
His infatuation with Maura was one thing, and his sex drive another, Carl decided. He wouldn't even think of "her place" on a first date-he was sure she'd blow him off. Quickly calculating the time, he agreed to show up.
Deciding to forgo her totally conservative look, Maura wore a clinging evening dress that was just proper enough for a concert hall. The thick bra she wore to the office had been replaced by a lacy half-cup that, with the aid of the clinging fabric, clearly outlined the shape of her breasts. The hem of the wide skirt stopped at mid-thigh, giving her an opportunity to innocently flash glimpses of the treasures that lay beneath the dress.
Nude pantyhose had replaced her opaque pair.
One look at her out the window of the rented car made Carl's dick start to harden. He fought to control himself, not wanting to greet her with a lump in his pants.
He'd turned in his conservative black for a tan suit that stopped just short of being casual wear. His slacks hugged his thighs more tightly, hinting at the well-developed muscles there. At the sight of him, Maura felt more strongly than ever that tingling in her pussy.
Don't even think sex, she reminded herself firmly. Let him think of me as reserved, at first, then little by little.. . . Carl helped her into the car, and sat a respectable distance away from her as they drove off.
"There's just one thing, Carl," Maura said. "I can't stay out too late. I have things to do in the morning."
"I was just about to say the same thing," Carl replied, relieved. "My business sometimes spills over into Sunday."
He wasn't lying, he assured himself. More often than not, he ended doing a fuck for the road. Well, he didn't say what he meant by "business," anyway.
The concert ended around nine-thirty. Maura declined Carl's offer of drinks, deciding she'd need a little time to get ready for the second part of her evening. Carl was secretly glad, since he had getting ready of his own to do. Rather than wait for a rented car, he hailed a cab and insisted that the driver take her home first.
"There's a recital next week-" Carl began as the cab pulled up in front of Maura's building.
"I know exactly who, and I've been dying to go," Maura cut in. "If you're free-and I am-maybe we can do lunch, too."
"Perfect," Carl said. "I'll pick you up here?"
"Please," Maura said. "And if your mind isn't too full of the stock market, maybe you can call me some evening."
She blew him a kiss as she got out of the cab. Excitement filled her as she entered her apartment. This was getting intense, and she found herself loving that fact.
Still, there was the matter of her rather unusual sexuality.
The phone rang just as she was locking her door behind her. "Hi, I just couldn't wait till you got here," Alice chirped over the phone. "How did it go?"
Maura leaned back in her easy chair, kicking off her shoes. She'd already unzipped her dress, and it flapped open to bare her back. The soft upholstery tickled her back sensuously, and she sighed with relief as she let her sexual feelings emerge.
"Very nicely," Maura said. "Of course, nobody said anything about that, but nobody expected anybody to."
"Wait, now you're off. He's a he, right? You know he was thinking about your pussy. He's just, well, straight, if that's the right word."
"Straight men like to fuck, too," Maura chided her. "'Gentleman' is the word, I believe. The concert was great, and we're going to another next week."
"That'll be two dates," Alice said. "Do you think on the third-"
"On the third, I think we'll talk mountain climbing," Alice interjected. "Once we're alone on top of some mountain, in a little tent.. . . "
"And he can rescue you if you get kidnapped by pirates," Alice countered.
"Oh, come on, it's not that corny," Maura laughed. "You mean, you've never fucked in the woods?"
"Maura, dear, I've fucked everywhere," Alice chuckled. "Really, though, I think that'll be great. Anyway, about tonight, if you're not too wrapped up in your hetero daydreams."
"I'm good and ready for tonight," Maura said, absently lifting her dress enough to get a hand up under it. "Who'll be there?"
"Newcomers!" Alice smacked her lips. "Two cute young things, fresh out of college and brand-new to this type of playing around. Also, you never know who might drop in."
Maura's fingers located the crotch of her panties, and she pressed the silk against her cunt slit. "And girls only, right?"
"Right, right, right," Alice chortled. "So, get yourself ready and hop on over."
Reminding herself that she could continue her pussy play in the bathtub, Maura stood up and pulled off the dress. She hung it up then got out of her undergarments and padded nude into her bathroom. A glance at a wall clock told her that she had plenty of time.
She filled the tub and got in, draping a leg over the edge of the tub. The warm, scented water caressed her cunt slit, and she slid a hand under a sloping, upward-curving breast. A vivid image of Gwen's almost-bare pussy came to mind, followed immediately by an image of Sophie Garnet's.
The woman was so good at cunnilingus. Maura lazily slid her hand down her bare, wet skin, stopping just at the top of her pussy mound. Holding back as long as she could, she roved her fingers lightly over her pussy, then, with a snap of her wrist, she slipped two in. Her images of lesbian sex were so vivid, she could almost taste the juices from a climaxing pussy.
Little by little, she moved her fingers to her G-spot. She had her other hand over a breast, her stiff nipple digging into her palm, as she massaged herself to climax. As the waves of orgasm came over her, the other images in her mind gave way to a clear picture of Carl Farer's face.
What would his cock look like? She knew he had muscular thighs.. .muscular arms, too, to support himself for mountain climbing. It didn't matter, she told herself. What he didn't know, she could certainly teach him. Then her orgasm burst, and water splashed over the sides of the tub as she thrashed around.
She finished her bath and got out, avoiding the temptation to masturbate again as she dried herself off. All-women parties were always very informal, and she put on a plain bra and plain white cotton panties. Over this went a sweatshirt and a pair of old jeans. Open shoes completed her ensemble. She threw a change of clothes, her wallet and a brand-new strap-on dildo into a canvas bag, and as an afterthought, a tube of lubricant. Anal sex wasn't usually too popular at these events, she knew. But there was always a chance for it to happen, and there was always a chance that she could make it happen.
She arrived at Alice's shortly before midnight. The two newcomers showed up about ten minutes later, and Maura could see on their faces that they were a bit nervous about the whole thing. They brightened up considerably when Alice introduced Maura, who casually proceeded to take off her sweatshirt.
Two pairs of not-so-nervous but very interested eyes focused on the redhead's torso. Their names were Amy and Clair, and they looked very much a-like. Both had black hair, both were lean and slender, both had mysterious, inviting, coal-black eyes.. .in fact, they looked very much a-like.
"I hope you don't mind my asking," Maura said, unstrapping her shoes, "but are you guys twins?"
"We don't mind," they chorused, then laughed.
Without realizing it, with that one simple question, Maura had broken the ice. Alice, sitting next to the redhead, patted her hand in a silent gesture of thanks.
"You know," Maura continued, "it is kind of warm in here. And, well, it's just us girls." She got up, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down a little more slowly than necessary.
Two identical pairs of eyes dropped to her panty-covered crotch. Alice yawned and opened her housecoat, taking it off to strip down to just panties. Her round breasts jiggled around on her torso as she sat back down.
"Yes, it is warm," Amy said, unbuttoning her blouse. The garment parted to reveal two small, almost flat and perfectly round breasts. Clair looked at her for a moment, then shrugged and took her blouse off.
Her breasts were exactly the same as her sister's.
"Wow, you guys really are twins," Maura said. "How about.. . . "
"I think this is where everybody gets naked," Alice Ervin announced, lifting her ass to roll her panties off. She spread her legs just enough to give everyone present a look at her gash, then she closed her thighs as she sat back down.
Amy hesitated for a moment, looking at her sister. Maura, meanwhile, unhooked her bra and peeled it off. Casting her sister a querulous look, Clair shrugged off her jeans and nylon panties.
A small, unkempt triangle of pussy hair covered her cunt mound. Thin strands of black hair ran down the sides of her groin, highlighting rather than hiding her pussy lips.
"Well, if everyone else is naked," Amy said. She stood up and revealed that, like their breasts, the two sisters were identical down below as well.
"Let's talk sex," Maura suggested when Alice went to get beer for all. "You guys have done it with other girls, right?"
They nodded shyly. Amy clapped a hand over her mouth and giggled. "Actually, it was only with one other girl, for both of us."
"Amy, I don't know if-" Clair began.
Maura smiled slyly. "Let me guess. That one other girl was one of you, right?"
Clair moaned and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Amy blushed slightly, keeping her hand over her mouth.
"So, what's the problem?" Maura asked. "Just because you're sisters doesn't mean it's wrong-you certainly can't get one another pregnant."
Amy giggled at that and Clair smiled ruefully. "That's what we tell each other," Clair explained.
Alice came in at that moment. "I see you've learned their little secret," she said, passing the bottles of imported beer around.
"Frankly, I think it's a delicious secret," Maura said, eyeing twin pubic mounds. "Maybe later they'll put on a little show for us.
"Oh, we couldn't," Clair wailed, not at all looking as distressed as she tried to sound.
"Are you sure?" Amy purred, sneaking a hand into her twin sister's lap.
Clair jumped as her sister's fingers lightly brushed through her scant pussy hair. She made no move to stop Amy, though. Maura casually reached into Alice's lap and let her fingers rest against her heart-shaped cunt hair.
"Mind telling us what you like to do?" Maura asked, twisting around a strand of wiry cunt hair.
Amy grasped her sister's wrist and jammed Clair's hand between her thighs. Clair jumped again, and again made no move to resist. Casting a shy glance at Maura and Alice, Clair pressed one fingertip between her twin sister's cunt lips.
"Well, we finger each other, like this." Amy tucked two fingers into her sister's pussy. "And we also lick each other out."
"We've used vibrators on each other, too," Clair added. "But that's about it."
"Have you ever fucked?" Alice asked.
"We're women," Amy said. "How could we?"
"You mean, with a dildo?" Clair asked.
"That's one way," Maura explained. "Another way is, you can just fuck."
"She means, rub your clits together," Alice explained.
"How about kissing?" Maura pressed on. "Have you ever kissed each other the way you'd kiss a guy? You know, with tongue."
They shook their heads. Alice said, "Women can kiss that way. Maura, why don't we show them?"
"Good idea," Maura commented, throwing her arm around Alice's shoulders.
Alice turned to her and grasped the redhead's bare waist. They pressed their mouths together, and Maura parted her teeth to suck in Alice's tongue. Maura's slender fingers slid around to seize a fat, round brown nipple. Alice cupped a hand over Maura's red-haired pussy, sucking on Maura's tongue.
They fondled each other for a short while, then broke the kiss, Maura dragging her tongue back slowly enough for the twins to get a look at it.
"See? It's really nice. Give it a try," Alice urged them.
Both young women blushed slightly, then they embraced tightly. Clair turned to Alice and Maura, and Amy seized her chin and turned her face back to her. Before Clair could say or do anything, Amy jammed her mouth against her sister's.
Clair started to open her mouth in surprise, and her sister immediately thrust in her tongue. In an instant, Clair's hesitation vanished. A warm, wonderful feeling swept over her, and she eagerly started sucking on Amy's tongue.
CHAPTER SIX
Small hands roved over small breasts as the two sisters tongue-kissed. Finally, they broke apart, their eyes alight with lust.
"I think it's time we moved on to other things," Maura murmured, gazing at them. "Who wants to try going cunt-to-cunt? Fucking, like I said."
To the amazement of all, and most of all her sister, Clair jumped up and declared that she wanted to try it. They trooped into Alice's sizable bedroom, and the twins murmured expressions of delight on seeing that Alice's bed was easily big enough for the four of them.
At Maura's direction, Clair stretched out on her back. Alice and Amy took positions at the foot of the bed, sitting up cross-legged and watching as Maura slid up next to the small, younger woman.
"This is making love to our bodies with our body," Maura half whispered, sliding over Clair and settling her up-thrust breasts against her small, flat round ones.
Lifting one shoulder, Maura angled a nipple over Clair's and rubbed the stiff buds together. Clair surprised her again by lifting her head and pressing her lips against Maura's, the brunette's tongue darting out to butt against Maura's teeth.
Instantly, Maura opened her mouth wide and felt the soft wetness of Clair's tongue slide in. She clasped the brunette's body tightly, shifting around until she felt the brunette's pussy hair grazing her own cunt mound. Raising her upper body, she sighted between her breasts at the juncture of her cunt and Clair's.
Alice and Amy crouched down on either side of them. Alice had a hand over her pussy. Amy was staring hard at the two cunts, watching as Maura slowly and methodically lined up her slit with Clair's.
"Tell me if I'm in the right place," Maura said, so full of lust that both Alice and Amy could see the sexual moisture that had formed on the redhead's labia majora.
"You're touching my slit with.. .yours," Clair breathed. "I can't believe how hot this is. If your clit touches mine, I'll.. . . "
At that moment, Maura made clit to clit contact. Clair let out a shriek and threw her arms around the redhead's back, humping her pussy up and working her hips around. Briefly, the two clits separated, then the sheath of skin over Maura's made contact with the sheath over Amy's.
Incredibly, both women started cumming at the same time. Maura's climax was quick and explosive, reaching a deliciously intense peak, then quickly subsiding. Clair's was longer, growing with intensity until her fingers were digging into Maura's back. Almost at the beginning of her climax she'd broken the contact, but the shock and newness of it overtook her thoroughly. One final surge of passion rocked her so hard, she flipped Maura over on her side.
"We definitely have to try this, Amy," she gasped, flat on her back, arms and legs akimbo.
"Ooh, yeah, but not right now," her twin sister agreed. "We really have to practice cunt-lapping."
She cast a meaningful glance at Alice, who was sitting with one leg draped over the arm of a large chair. Her gash was clearly visible, and she toyed idly with her tits as she gazed at the three naked women in front of her.
"True," Clair murmured. Maura sat back down on the couch and spread her legs. Alice's chair and the couch were at an angle, the chair facing the length of the room and the couch the width. There was a coffee table in the L-shaped space, and Amy and Clair moved it across the room.
"It's very nice, but I don't want to bump my ass on the edge," Amy explained.
"It's nice of you to rearrange my furniture," Alice said. "Maybe you can rearrange something else, now?" She draped a hand over her pussy mound.
Her nervousness gone, Clair walked slowly over to Alice. Maura watched the younger brunette, caressing her lean, naked body with her eyes. The touch of soft hands on her knees turned Maura's attention to Amy, who had knelt before her.
After all, her body was identical, and Maura stared down at the same small breasts and unkempt patch of black pussy hair. The same curve to the hips, the same firm, high buttocks, too.
"I don't know if I'm too good at this," Amy said, her fingers steadily advancing along Maura's thighs. "I mean I get my sister off, and she gets me off."
"So, what else do you need to know."
"Well, you've had more experience-" Amy began.
"Amy, here," Maura said, interrupting her by gently taking her head in her hands and lowering her face.
"Okay," Amy said, peering up at the redhead from between her thighs. Pursing her lips, she pressed them tenderly against Maura's pussy lips and rubbed gently up and down. She gradually increased the pressure of her mouth, working her head around. Cum oozed out of Maura's slit, and the redhead leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes.
"That feels nice," Maura said. "That's really good. Just keep it up.. .oh!"
Amy made a sudden darting movement with her tongue, thrusting just the tip against Maura's clitoris. The redhead shook as the unexpected shock of pleasure invaded her, then she settled down as Amy resumed massaging her labia with her tightly closed lips.
As Clair stepped up to Alice, the older brunette took hold of the younger one's hips. "Want to sit in my lap a little, first?" Alice asked.
Clair smiled and nodded. Alice sat up straight, sliding forward a little to make sure Clair's buttocks landed on her heart-shaped cunt hair. The older brunette couldn't suppress a shudder of lust as the younger brunette's buttocks made contact with her thighs and mound.
Immediately, Alice's hands shot up to the slender woman's breasts. Clair murmured and leaned back against her, feeling the older woman's fat nipples on the bare skin of her back. Clair's breasts were small enough to be completely hidden by Alice's hands, and the older woman slowly massaged the younger brunette's tiny pink nipples until Clair was writhing around on her lap.
Alice's hand drifted down the lean, hard smoothness of Clair's torso, stopping when she reached her wiry pubic hair. As Alice found the smaller woman's pussy, Clair reached down between her thighs and ran a fingertip along Alice's cunt slit.
"I just have to taste your pussy," Clair gasped, pulling herself out of Alice's grip and dropping to the floor. She spun around and charged on her knees between the older woman's thighs.
"Wait," Alice said. She lifted both legs and draped them over the arm of the chair, slumping forward and hefting her round breasts. "Now I'm wide open for you," she explained.
The younger brunette threw her arms over Alice's thighs and planted a hard kiss on the older I woman's pussy. Alice shook her legs and I murmured pleasantly. Clair extended her tongue and dragged the flat of it over Alice's slit, turning to dip it in a bit.
Clair leaned her head back. "You taste delicious. Look." She stuck out her tongue. Droplets of Alice's cunt cum glistened on the wet pink flesh.
Licking her lips, the younger brunette plunged her head back in and sucked Alice's pussy. She worked Alice's labia around with her lips, then plunged her tongue between them. Alice let out a low moan as Clair drove her tongue in, running the tip around the soft wet interior.
Meanwhile, Amy was exploring all the folds and wrinkles of Maura's red-haired pussy. Stiffening the tip of her tongue, she dabbed here and there, making Maura utter short grunts of passion. She passed her tongue over the redhead's clit again, and Maura bucked her ass up. Taking that as a signal, Amy immediately plunged her tongue into the redhead's pussy.
Alice's low groan indicated that Clair had located her G-spot. She was totally turned on by the feel and taste of the older woman's pussy, but Clair was also anxious to make her cum. Feeling Alice's cunt start to churn around, Clair lifting an arm and brought her hand down on Alice's pussy mound.
Clair's other hand was still on Alice's thigh, and she gripped harder and pressed her mouth more firmly against the older woman's slit. She pressed down harder with her tongue tip, too, at the same time finding Alice's clit with two fingers. Ever so gently, mindful of how too much pressure could dull the experience, she squeezed.
Alice's reaction was as immediate as it was intense. She shrieked, flapping her arms around and grinding her bare ass against the chair cushion. Her juices flooded out, soaking Clair's mouth. Alice's pussy contracted violently enough to knock Clair's tongue out, and the younger brunette jerked her head back and scampered out from between Alice's legs.
Amy had two fingers in Maura's cunt and a third against the redhead's anus. Maura's clit was trapped between Amy's firmly closed lips, and the younger brunette was bringing her to orgasm. Excitement ran through her, making Amy thrust her free hand between her legs to frig herself as she gave Maura's pussy a lip-and-finger massage.
Soon, Maura's pussy flesh was dancing madly around the slender brunette's fingers and her sexual fluids were soaking Amy's mouth. Maura's ass-hole seemed to be sucking at Amy's finger, and the younger brunette slipped it in to the first knuckle.
"Too much!" Maura roared, rocking from side to side. Amy kept her grip, humping both holes. Finally, Maura begged her to stop. Slowly, Amy drew out first her ass-frigging finger, then the finger she had in the redhead's pussy. Parting her lips, she pulled her head back and slowly stood up.
"Was I okay?" she asked.
Maura looked up at her in amazement. Drawing in a deep breath, she exhaled slowly. "What do you think, Amy? Why would I be like.. .this?" She looked down at her soaking wet cunt and stiff nipples. "And why is my cum all over your face?"
like her twin sister had, Amy licked her lips and made a sucking sound as she savored the taste of Maura's pussy.
"Say." Alice sat up straight, shaking her head as a very happy Clair stepped away from her. "What was that bit about not being too good? You really made me cum, big time."
"We weren't sure how it would work with other people," Clair explained. "Remember what Amy said, that we've only done it with each other?"
"I guess we're both good teachers," Amy laughed. "Hey, I'm glad you two liked it."
Maura got up and gestured to the couch. "If you ladies will seat yourselves, Alice and I will be glad to return the favor."
"Right," Alice laughed as she got to her feet. "That's a 'favor' I've been wanting to 'return' all night!"
The twin brunettes settled into the couch, spreading their legs wide. Alice and Maura stood side by side, studying them as if the older brunette and the redhead were scientists on a field trip.
"Which one do you want?" Alice asked, trying to sound like she was posing a serious question.
"Hard to say," Maura replied. "Hmm, I suppose I'll take her."
She sauntered over to Clair and got down in front of the slender brunette. Clair expected the redhead to plunge right in, but instead, Maura took hold of the brunette's tiny waist and locked her mouth on Clair's.
Clair opened her mouth just enough to let Maura's tongue in, then she tightened her mouth grip as Maura's hands roved over her stiff-nippled breasts. They rubbed tongues for a few moments, then Maura slowly broke their kiss and ducked her head to clamp her mouth over a small, flat round breast.
The younger brunette hissed and pressed her chest firmly against Maura's face, stroking the redhead's naked back as Maura traced the circumference of Clair's areola with her tongue tip. She dabbed at the slender brunette's tiny nipple, feeling the little bud stiffen against the warm flesh of her tongue.
Drawing her lips over the tit, Maura sucked gently. Clair sighed long and low, then Maura kissed her way down Clair's stomach. She gave the brunette's cunt mound one hard kiss, then she sank her head between the younger woman's lean thighs.
"Such a pretty pussy," Maura said, low in her throat. She kissed Clair's slit, making the slender woman moan, then she eased her tongue between Clair's pussy lips.
As the redhead expected, the slender brunette was very tight. She couldn't get much of her tongue in, and realized that a much harder instrument would be needed to penetrate Clair's cunt. So, she moved her oral attentions to the top of Clair's pussy and started working her tongue around in a slow circle in the area of the brunette's clit.
Clair shifted a little, taking Maura by surprise and positioning the redhead's tongue right over the brunette's diminutive love button. She slipped a hand between Amy's thighs, extending her forefinger and gingerly slipping the tip between Clair's labia. Carefully, she pushed forward, listening for any sound of discomfort from Clair.
All she heard were impassioned sighs, though, and she continued to push in. The tight flesh of Clair's pussy resisted only a little, and Maura quickly got her finger all the way in. Stretching her middle finger as far as it would go, she pressed the tip to the younger brunette's open ass-hole and pushed.
Clair grunted hoarsely and Maura froze, rolling up her eyes to see if there was an expression of pain on the brunette's face. There was no pain, only a look of intense pleasure, and Maura pushed in a little.
The brunette shrieked loudly and thrust her pussy forward. Maura's tongue landed squarely on the brunette's love button, and Clair's pussy flesh immediately began squirming around Maura's fingers. A slight increase in the pressure of Maura's tongue made Clair's cunt churn violently enough to push Maura's finger out.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through Clair's body. She pulled herself back with a powerful movement of her hips, slamming her shoulder blades against the back of the chair. The move was unexpected enough to make Maura reel back and lose her balance. With a giggle, the redhead tumbled and flipped over so that she was lying on her stomach.
She took a few deep breaths, then asked, "How was I?"
"That's as silly as my question was," Clair laughed. "I don't remember when I exploded like that!"
"Oh, no more!" came Amy's shout. The slender brunette jerked away from Alice's hands and mouth, climbing half up the back of the couch as pussy juice gushed liberally out of her pussy.
Slowly getting up, Maura suggested, "Let's take a break and have some more beer. I think we can all use a rest at this point."
Clair sat on Alice's easy chair and Amy snuggled in next to her. The chair was just big enough to accommodate both their petite cheeks, and their hands wandered into each other's lap.
"I hope this isn't it for the evening," Clair said. "I feel like I'm just getting started."
"Me, too," Amy vigorously agreed.
Alice and Maura shook their heads and smiled. Maura said, "I'm not that old, and neither is Alice. I was about to suggest we experiment with dildos after we've had our rest."
"Sounds interesting," Clair mused. "Can't hurt to try, can it?"
"Clair, it won't hurt at all," Alice chuckled.
Sophie Garnet answered the door for Carl, wearing a short, Oriental-style robe that she'd belted tightly closed. The hem reached down just far enough to keep a bit of her pussy from showing when she walked. He'd been thinking about anything but sex as he headed over-he didn't want to get himself too horny too quickly. One look at her made his cock begin to stir in his pants, and he resigned himself to whatever his lustful fate would be.
Seated on the couch, her legs crossed and her loose skirt bunched up around the top of her thigh, was a young woman about Carl's age. Her curly brown hair framed her almost-boyish features perfectly, but there was no mistaking the lush femininity of the curve of her hips. She seemed to be a small woman, but the silk of her partiallyopened blouse revealed rather large breasts.
She got up and extended her hand. Sophie said, "Carl, this is Josephine. Of course, we call her 'Jo.' Jo, this is the man I was telling you about. She gripped his hand more tightly than her demure smile would suggest, then sat back down. She crossed her legs again, slowly enough to give Carl a look at the black satin crotch of her panties.
"Pleased to meet you, Jo." To Sophie, he said, "Quiet evening at home?"
He looked around at the quite professionally-tasteful decor of Sophie's apartment. Several of the objects would look ridiculously out of place in most apartments he'd been to, also in his, but here they blended in perfectly. The effect was of being in a modern sculpture garden, even though most of the pieces could function as furniture.
"Something like that," Sophie replied. "Well, 'at home,' anyway."
like Maura had for her sex party, Carl dressed casually. Jo looked him up and down as he seated himself across from the couch. She uncrossed her legs, leaving them open. Since she was sitting directly across from Carl, he had a much better view of her groin, or at least of her thick, completely opaque panties.
Carl knew for certain what he'd suspected, that this was going to become a three-way. This was a particular favorite of his, and it was difficult to get one together at orgy parties, where anyone could and would join in.
As if reading his thoughts, Sophie turned from where she was making Carl's drink and said, "You two are making me feel a bit uncomfortable."
"How so?" Carl asked. Jo looked at Sophie curiously.
"You're completely dressed, and look at me," Sophie said, looking down at herself.
Any possibility that Jo might be shy vanished. Saying that Sophie was right, she stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. A lacy bra covered two melon-sized round breasts, sticking straight out from her torso without the slightest sign of sag.
Carl's cock surged up to full erection, straining against the crotch of his briefs. Mesmerized, he watched as Jo undid her skirt and sat back down, clad only in those black, hide-it-all panties.
"The best is yet to come," Sophie purred, unknotting the belt of her robe.
"You're the guy who can last a long time, right?" Jo asked, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties.
"Yes, and he's still dressed," Sophie said, her robe flapping open as she stepped up to Carl. Seizing his belt, she yanked it open and pulled down his pants. His stiff dick poked out from under the elastic of his briefs. "See?" Sophie continued. "He can even take plenty of this."
She placed her hand over the exposed part of his penis and pressed down. Shuddering inwardly with lust, Carl did his best to act casually as he pulled off his sweatshirt.
"Nice," Jo commented. "Do you work out a lot?"
"Carl here is the rugged type," Sophie laughed. "Mountain climbing, canoeing.. .he does it all."
"Well, I hope so, from what you've told me about him," the brown-haired young woman laughed.
Sophie knelt to help Carl out of his pants. He was about to roll down his briefs when Jo jumped up and pulled down her panties. His eyes widened at the sight of her pussy-it was completely hairless.
"Jo-likes to shave," Sophie explained.
"I, I can see that," Carl replied, a hoarse note to his normally smooth voice.
"So?" Jo asked. "Let's see yours."
Sophie announced that she'd help and darted around behind Carl. With a deft snap of her wrists, she yanked his briefs down to his ankles. Moving as if in a daze, Carl stepped out of them.
Sophie sat down next to Jo. "Come and join us," she said, gesturing to the still-awestruck Carl.
Recovering his composure, he strode across the room and seated himself between them. Sophie reached over to an end table and retrieved a box of condoms. She pulled one out, then tossed it to Jo.
"This is your chance to practice that trick I showed you," she suggested to the brown-haired woman.
"I think I'll enjoy this kind of practice," she replied, gazing at Carl's stiff prick. "Carl, I'm kind of new at this-"
"Sophie has plenty of condoms," he replied with a laugh. "Practice makes perfect, and mistakes make for some hot foreplay. I think I know what Sophie means-she's done it to me."
Jo unwrapped the condom and placed it over her mouth. Holding it in place between her thumb and forefinger, she placed the flat disk over the tip of
Carl's prick and shoved down too quickly. The condom slipped off at an angle, only the rim and a bit of latex covering the top of Carl's glans.
Jerking her head up, Jo clapped a hand over her mouth and giggled. "Sorry," she said in a small voice. She looked critically at the condom. "It doesn't seem to be damaged. I'll try again with this same one."
Again, the condom went over her mouth and again she lowered her mouth to his prick. This time, the condom slipped perfectly over his head and a little ways down the shaft. She paused, her mouth in place over his dick, and when she was sure of herself, she slid slowly down until the rim of the condom touched Carl's cock hair.
"Perfect," Sophie said. "Jo, you have the idea. Now, let's see what else we can do with this thing."
"I'd sure like to see how that thing tastes," Carl said, eyeing Jo's denuded pussy."
"Well, you just get down there and start licking, and I'll find something else to do," Sophie said, sinking to the floor.
Carl immediately got into position between Jo's legs. She lifted her legs and planted her feet at the edge of the couch, spreading her thighs wide apart. Carl plunged down, seizing her bare hips and jamming his face tightly against her hairless muff.
Jo let out a squeal of delight that was completely un-like her casual, this-is-nothing-new demeanor. She humped Carl's face, throwing her arms across the back of the couch and rubbing her bare butt cheeks against the cushions. He remained with his lips pressed against her slit for a few moments, luxuriating in the feel of her completely smooth sex flesh. Then, with a sudden lunge, he plunged his tongue between them.
As Jo again cried out in ecstasy, Sophie stretched out on the floor and rolled over on her side. Wriggling toward Carl, she shoved her head between his legs and the couch. Carl rocked back, giving her enough room to slide forward so that her mouth was aligned with his prick.
Carl's tongue dove for the depths of Jo's pussy as Sophie enveloped his penis with her mouth. Already tingling with passion from the taste and feel of Jo's pussy, Carl couldn't help shaking all over as Sophie's experienced mouth closed over his rubber-clad prick.
It was so easy to find Jo's clit. All he had to do was withdraw his tongue and pull his face back a bit, and he could see the pleasure organ in its protective skin. Easing a hand over her thigh, he slid two fingers into her pussy. At her urging, he freed his other hand and cautiously pressed a fingertip against her anus.
"I'm too dry back there," Jo sighed softly. "Wet me up a little, first."
Carl immediately snapped his tongue back and ducked down, pulling his finger out of her pussy. Jo lifted her feet and rocked back, raising her ass crack to the level of Carl's face. He planted both hands on her lean butt cheeks and spread them, jamming his face against her ass crack and sticking out his tongue. The ring of hard muscles of Jo's anus touched his tongue tip, and he drew it slowly around the circumference of the tight little butt hole.
Above him, Jo murmured with pleasure and made slight side-to-side movements with her hips. Carl pushed as much of his tongue in as he could, keeping it in place until Jo cried out that she was wet enough. Without a moment's hesitation, Carl snapped his tongue back to the top of Jo's pussy and began to slowly encircle her hooded love button.
Two fingers went back into her pussy. He tucked his other hand into her ass crack and again pressed a fingertip to her bunghole. The ring of anal flesh fought him, and finally gave way enough so that half his finger slid in.
"Good, now double-pump me," Jo moaned. "And hit my clit."
Carl began a steady in-out rhythm, pushing in with his cunt finger as he drew out with his ass-hole finger. Soon, her anus tightened almost painfully around his backdoor finger and her cunt grabbed at his pussy-probing finger. Love juice erupted from her slit, and she let out little shrieks as she bucked her hips up and down.
With a most unfeminine roar, she lifted her butt at least a foot off the couch. His anal finger flew out, and he gripped a bare hip in an effort to keep his mouth in place. She was thrashing around too violently for him, though, and he soon lost his mouth grip.
Uttering one more mighty sound of satisfaction, Jo swung her feet around and stretched out on the couch. Below Carl, Sophie was still holding onto his dick with her mouth. She gave it a few quick sucks, then pulled her face back.
"See what I mean about him." she said as she stood up. "I don't know too many men who could hold their loads under such an assault."
"You're right, and this is getting more and more interesting," Jo affirmed. "Let's get down to some really serious business and see if we can drain the cum out of him."
"That'll be a whole night's work," Sophie predicted. "Let's get started.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"One-handed models are good for mutual masturbation," Maura explained. "Or, just for doing yourself. Here, I'll show you."
She was sitting in Alice's chair, her legs over the arms and a small, shiny black dildo in her hand. Saying that she liked to lube it up a little first, she stuck it in her mouth and sucked noisily.
Pulling it out, she held up the spit-slick fake phallus and said, "It feels like a real cock. Have any of you ever sucked a prick?"
"I have," Clair said.
"Me, too," Amy replied. "It's nice, too, but there's something about eating pussy.. . . "
"The more special the guy is," Alice commented, "the nicer it will be. I think it's great to be bisexual-for one thing, you get twice as much sex!"
"Oh, we have no problem about that," Amy laughed. "We've had boyfriends, and so far, well, hey. You two are our girlfriends, now, right?"
"Around here," Maura giggled, "everybody is everybody's girlfriend. Anyway, to get back to what I was showing you.. . . "
She let her words trail off as she lowered the dildo to her pussy. Telling the twin brunettes to watch carefully, she parted her cunt lips and dipped the imitation cockhead between them. Both brunettes slid to the edge of the couch, leaning forward and staring hard at Maura's twat as she gently eased the dildo in.
Bit by bit, the hard black rubber slid into her vagina. Finally, only the black, rounded end protruded, and she worked it around in a wide, exaggerated circle.
"This feels so incredible," she said, slowly drawing the fake dick out, then plunging it back in again. "Here." She pulled it out all the way and held it up.
"Who wants to try?" she asked.
"Ooh, this is like an adult camp," Clair chuckled.
"It is an adult camp," Amy said between giggles. "It's a lesbian sex camp. Why not? There's a camp for everything else."
They all laughed at that point, then Clair took the dildo from Maura and leaned back, throwing her legs apart.
"I guess it's lubed up enough, but.. . . " She stopped her sentence to thrust the fake phallus into her mouth. She sucked on it and worked it around, then she pulled it out. "It's even better now, Maura. It tastes like your pussy!"
As Maura had, she spread her cunt lips and tucked the head of the fake cock between them. She poked it in a little, let out a murmur of surprised delight, then shoved the whole thing in with one lunge.
"That's the way I like a guy to fuck me," she explained, seeing Maura's concerned look. "Don't worry, I know my pussy well enough not to hurt myself."
She illustrated her point by working around as easily as if she'd been frigging herself for years. like a man would, she first traced the inside of her pussy with it, then drew it out and started humping.
"Don't hog the thing, now," Amy chided good-naturedly.
"I have another," Alice said, rising and heading into her bedroom. Throwing open the drawer in which she kept her sex toys, she produced a dildo identical to the one Clair was using and rushed back into the living room.
Tossing the dildo to Amy, she said, "Here, lube this up like Maura did and get to work. It looks like Clair is way ahead of you."
The other twin brunette was slowly working her dildo in and out, her eyes closed and her tiny pink nipples visibly stiff. Her cunt juice was steadily blending with Maura's, then she hit a certain spot in her pussy and started frigging hard. A few moments later, she let out a howl of unleashed passion, then forcefully yanked the dildo out of her pussy.
"Oh, that was fabulous," Clair sighed, slumping forward and waving the dildo around.
"Don't drop it," Alice advised. "We don't want to get lint on it, which will go you know where."
"Ooh!" Clair gripped her pussy and closed her thighs around her hand. Amy had been studying the dildo, and as Clair cried out she was warily slipping the fake cock between her lips. She rolled her eyes down as if watching would have some effect on what she was doing, then she determinedly jabbed the dildo into her mouth.
Her expression changed immediately. Delight flashed in her eyes, and she nodded her approval to Clair. The dildo wagged around, making her giggle and drop it.
"I guess it's wet enough," Amy said. "And it does feel like a cock. Colder, though."
"It warms up nicely in your pussy," Clair smiled. "So? Go ahead."
Sliding her cute bare ass to the edge of the couch, Amy rocked back and planted her feet on the couch cushion. Her twin sister slid off the couch to sit on the floor in front of her, elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.
The posture made her almost flat circles of breasts stick out a little, and Maura leaned over to get a better look. As if of its own accord, her hand moved to her pussy and settled over the red strip of her pussy hair. Alice got up and stood behind Clair, resting her hands lightly on the brunette coed's shoulders. Amy had the dildo head between her lips and she pushed very gently.
"It goes in easily," she commented, wrapping all of her fingers around the base of the dildo. "I don't know why, but I thought it would hurt or something."
"Mm, it feels like a real cock, sort of. Colder, like you said, Clair. A little different."
"It doesn't throb," Alice cut in. "Right, and-" Amy began. Claire interrupted, "Sis, why don't you get yourself off with it? This is turning into a lecture hour. We started off in lesbian camp, and now we're in lesbian college."
"Okay," Amy grinned. "I'll do my clitty, too."
She slid the dildo in until only a bit of the shiny wet black of the shaft was visible. She ran her hand in circles over her breasts, then spread apart the wiry cunt hairs atop her slit. Her small clit came into view, hooded by its protective covering. Maura and Alice pursed their lips as it came into view, and Clair laid on her back and clapped a hand over her snatch.
Taking her love button between two fingers, Amy slowly stroked herself as she worked the dildo around in her cunt. Images of her most recent heterosexual fuck filtered through her mind, and she tried to imitate with the fake cock the moves her guy had made with his real one. Of course, she knew where her G-spot was, and she teased herself by working the very realistic head of the dildo around it.
Giving in to temptation, and what her clitoral manipulation was making her feel, she shoved the dildo against her spot and began to orgasm at once. Her hand moved rapidly back and forth as she humped herself, wet sucking sounds accompanying her moans of raw pleasure.
With a shriek, she tore both hands off herself, the dildo flying out of her pussy. She dropped it, but caught it before it hit the rug.
"Yes, that was wonderful," she said. "Now, about doing it mutually.. . . "
"There's plenty of time for that," Maura said.
"Clair, you're right-this is a 'lesbian college,' and I'll just need a minute to prepare the next 'lesson.'" She vanished into Alice's bedroom, partially closing the door. Alice sat between the twin coeds, putting a hand on each unkempt mat of pussy hair. Clair leaned over and lifted a large breast, making a circle with her lips and pressing them over Alice's areola. Amy got her mouth on Alice's other breast, and Alice gently massaged each twat as they sucked.
"This is a very pretty picture," Maura smiled as she stepped back in.
Amy and Clair turned to look at her. They sat up straight, letting Alice's breasts flop back down. The older woman eased her hands into her lap, enjoying their amazement at what to her was a familiar sight.
A thick strap of leather circled Maura's waist. A triangular piece of black leather covered her pussy mound, and protruding straight out from the center was a long, slender dildo.
"That looks so hot," Amy breathed, unaware that she was reaching for Alice's thigh until she felt the older woman's skin.
Clair murmured agreement. At Maura's suggestion, they moved to Alice's enormous bed. Amy and Clair sat at either corner, arms around their raised legs. Maura fished a tube of lubricant out of a night table drawer, but Alice stopped her before she opened it.
"Let me do it another way, first," Alice said. "Just lie flat, okay?"
Maura stretched out on her back, the dildo sticking straight up from its black leather harness.
She spread her legs, and Alice got between them. Hefting her huge boobs, she closed them over the black rubber. Maura grunted and shifted her ass around.
"You can feel something like that?" Clair asked.
"There's another end to this," Maura said, speaking with some difficulty. "It hooks into my slit and touches my clit. It's very effective."
Alice lifted her tits, toying with her nipples. "like most 'guys,'" she explained to the twin coeds, "'he'-likes to have 'his' 'cock' sucked, first."
Hunching over, she gripped the black hard rubber and opened her mouth wide. With a deliberately exaggerated movement, she took the fake cock in and closed her mouth over it. Maura made a sort of moaning sound and humped up at Alice's face.
Cunt juice glistened on the top of Maura's thighs as she writhed around. Alice drew her mouth off and climbed out from between the redhead's legs. "It's time for the main event," Alice announced.
Maura sat up, turning around and getting on her knees. Alice got on all fours, directly in front of Maura, and the redhead groped between the backs of Alice's thighs. Finding her pussy slit, she spread it and gripped the dildo. She tucked the hard rubber cockhead in, wiggling it around before thrusting in further. When she had half the fake cock shaft in the older woman's pussy, she leaned over Alice's back and seized her hanging breasts.
Amy flopped over on her back, sliding into a position that would allow her to see the dildo sliding in and out of Alice's cunt. She gestured to her sister to do-likewise. Clair took one look and slid off the bed.
"I have an idea," she said in response to Amy's questioning look.
Feeling the bed rock, Maura turned to see Clair's bare buttocks vanishing through the doorway. With a shrug, she turned her attention back to dildo-fucking Alice. She had the older woman's fat brown nipples between her fingers, and she was working her hips around while making short, jerky back-and-forth motions with the fake prick.
Clair scampered back into the room, holding a small dildo in either hand. Climbing back up on the bed, she tossed one to her sister and told her to sit facing her cross-legged.
Amy misunderstood. "This way might be better," she suggested, propping herself up on her forearms and spreading her legs. "I can reach myself easily this way." She thrust a hand between her spread thighs for emphasis.
"Yes, but I won't be able to reach you, and you won't be able to reach me," Clair said. "I was thinking that maybe we could do each other."
"Much better," Amy purred, righting herself and crossing her legs in the lotus position. Her sister did-likewise, sliding forward until her knees were touching Amy's.
"In we go," Clair murmured, touching the tip of the dildo head to her sister's slit. Amy squealed as the fake cock passed between her labia. She reached into Clair's crotch, and Clair's shriek came a few seconds later as Amy's dildo entered her.
"Let's push at the same time," Amy advised. "We can set up a rhythm."
A low, hoarse groan made them turn their attention back to Maura and Alice. The redhead now had one hand on the older woman's pussy, two fingers groping for Alice's love button as she drew the dildo in and out in long, languorous strokes.
"Think we can cum at the same time as they do?" Clair asked.
Amy replied, "We sure as hell can try. Can you reach my clitty? I think I can touch yours."
The two coeds were lithe enough to reach over to each other's love button without strain. They maintained the rhythm they established, drawing in and pulling out at the same time, quickening the pace as four slender fingers found two clits.
Just as Clair found Amy's G-spot with the dildo head, the bed began rocking violently. Alice was shaking back and forth, emitting a long, extended moan as her cunt juice soaked the black leather of Maura's dildo harness. Amy started cumming at the same time, inadvertently squeezing down on Clair's clit and setting off her sister's climax as well.
Shrill shrieks and low moans filled the spacious bedroom as the four women climaxed in unison. Alice was the first to collapse, flopping down on her tits and stomach and taking Maura with her. The redhead lifted up just enough to take off the dildo harness and toss it to the edge of the bed, then she slumped down over the older woman's back.
Amy yanked herself away from her sister and slumped over, landing on her back. She'd lost her grip on the dildo, and it hung from Clair's pussy as she also fell over. With a giggle, she shook her hips and knocked it free. The cum-soaked fake dick lay between her slightly spread thighs, the head pointing to her pussy.
Her sister shifted around, raising her thighs. The movement spread her butt cheeks slightly, and Clair got a good look at her ass-hole. "You know, I think there's another way to use this thing."
Amy saw where her sister was looking and rocked back, raising her ass up and wrapping her arms around her thighs. The position kept her ass cheeks spread, and Clair bellied down in front of them. Untangling herself from Alice, Maura sat up. Alice rolled over on her stomach, and she and the redhead watched as Clair advanced the dildo toward her sister's ass-hole.
"Wait," Alice said. "Don't forget the lube-she'll need it back there.
She tossed Clair the tube that Maura had tossed on the bed. The small brunette squeezed a large gob of it out on the dildo head and slowly greased the length of the shaft. Alice recommended that she use her finger first. Clair responded that she could go that one better and got a firm grip on Amy's hips. She followed a quick kiss on Amy's pussy with a plunge into her sister's ass crack, darting out her tongue and landing the tip squarely on Amy's bunghole.
Amy worked her hips around counterclockwise to her sister's circling tongue strokes. Clair pushed the tip a little way in, feeling the tightness. Coating a forefinger with the lube that had accumulated on her palm, she pressed a fingertip to the puckered circle of flesh and pushed hard.
'Tell me if it hurts," Clair replied.
"It's okay. It only hurts a very little.. .no, now it's starting to feel good. Give me a little more, okay?"
Clair cautiously pushed forward, stopping at her second knuckle. Amy made a chirping sound of pleasure, gently rocking her butt cheeks from side to side. Clair bent over to kiss her sister's back, then slowly withdrew her finger.
First, she pressed the greased head of the dildo against Amy's clit, then she dragged it along her sister's slit until she reached the bit of flesh between cunt and ass. Dragging the dildo down lower, she rested the tip against Amy's ass-hole and told her to try to relax.
"It's thicker than my finger," Clair explained. "Just take it easy, now. Oh, I can't wait to see how this feels on me!"
With as delicate a movement as a surgeon's, Clair pushed the dildo head in. Her hand slipped, and almost all of the head went in on that first thrust. Amy let out a shriek. Clair froze. Amy sighed, then told her to push on.
"It doesn't hurt at all, really. I was more surprised than anything else," Amy said. "Come on, I know I can take more."
Clair pushed in slightly and stopped. Amy shook her ass impatiently, and Clair pushed in until the edge of her dildo-clutching hand touched her sister's ass cheeks. Swinging her free arm around, she brought her other hand over Amy's pussy and eased a finger into it. Amy shuddered hard enough to make the bed shake, and Maura leaned over to whisper to Alice.
"This is just too hot." She crept on all fours behind the prone Clair and crawled over her, pressing her stiff nipples against the brunette coed's back.
Clair murmured pleasantly, working her dildo and her cunt hand around in opposite circles. Maura crawled backwards, then stretched out on her stomach. Clair froze for a moment, keeping her fingers in place, as Maura spread her cheeks and pressed her face against them.
Her tongue found Clair's ass-hole. Clair bucked up at her, murmuring with pleasure and humping her sister's sex holes more rapidly. Amy's cunt lips swelled against her sister's hand, and her sex juice dripped down to the sheets. Maura managed to get the very tip of her tongue into the younger woman's anus, and Clair hissed and pressed her pussy tightly against the mattress.
The three of them covered the length of the bed. Alice, who had been fingering her pussy, stretched out widthwise, her head perpendicular to Maura's butt. Dragging her nipples across the sheet, the older woman spread Maura's ass cheeks and lowered her mouth to the redhead's crack. Alice poked her fingers at Maura's thigh, and Maura lifted so the older brunette could slide her hand under her pussy.
Feeling the wiry red hairs of Maura's pussy bush touch her palm, Alice jerked a thumb up and groped for Maura's clit. Amy started to cum just then, making any number of jiggling and rocking motions. Clair had to move with her to hang on, and Maura had to move with Clair. Alice hung on as best she could, taking occasional swipes at the redhead's love button as the redhead frigged Clair's pussy rapidly.
With a yell that didn't sound like it could come from a woman her size, Amy pulled herself away from Clair and tumbled off the bed. Gasping too hard to laugh, she lay on her side on the carpet, writhing with satisfaction and delight.
Clair came next, finally dragging herself to the edge of the bed when her orgasm became too much for her. She hung her head over the edge, her lithe back rising and falling as she breathed hard.
Maura said, "Alice, stop for a while. I just had a great idea."
The older woman dislodged herself from Maura's front and back holes and sat up. "So, tell us," she said.
"Let's rest for a while," Maura said animatedly, "then we can do a daisy chain!"
"Hey, I'm not tired," Amy called out from the floor.
"Neither am I," Clair affirmed, lifting her head. "Besides, I want to fuck my sister with that dildo now."
"Fine with me," Maura said. Alice nodded a vigorous assent. Maura got off the bed and fetched the dildo. Alice got up also and seated herself in a dressing chair, turning it so it was facing the bed.
"It goes on very easily," Maura said, stepping up to Clair. "Just watch me, and you'll be able to do it yourself later."
The redhead neatly wrapped the waist strap of the harness around the brunette coed. Sure that the harness was secure, she pushed the fake cock into place. Clair shuddered with delight, murmuring that she could already feel it stimulating her clit.
As her sister got on the bed, Amy rolled over and gripped Clair's thighs. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked the dildo in and worked her head back and forth like she was sucking a real cock.
"Come on," Clair said. "I like blow jobs just like any 'guy,' but I want to fuck."
Amy freed the dildo from her mouth. Flopping on her back, she said, "Do me missionary, okay?"
"Sure," Clair said, crawling on all fours between her sister's upraised, outspread legs. Holding the dildo shaft by the base, she rubbed the head up and down Amy's slit, making her sister moan with desire.
"This is how Rick used to fuck me," she explained, dabbing the hard rubber tip against the top of Maura's slit.
Then she poked the dildo head in and pushed forward, entering her twin sister's cunt.. . .
Carl's cock entered Jo's pussy, in another room in another part of town. He was flat on his back on the rug, watching his cock slide in, his eyes on the girl's denuded labia. Her cunt was tight, almost too tight, and he was thankful for the barrier of the condom. With the close-fitting latex covering his penis, he had at least half a chance of holding back.
She made little wriggling motions as she slowly engulfed his hard-on. He stiffened, tightening up and reaching for her large breasts. Pressing them together, he got a thumb over each nipple and began a slow tit massage.
The two pink tits stiffened between his fingers, and he squeezed down. Jo's look of intense concentration became one of pleasure, then she forced her eyes open and smiled down at him.
"I'll bet you think you can make me cry 'uncle,'" she purred. "Watch this."
She shuddered all over, then Carl felt her cunt grip his sheathed hard-on. Quickly, he slid both hands off her tits and ran then down her sides. One hand gripped her ass crack, squeezing her cheeks together, and his other settled over her pussy mound.
Sophie had settled prone on the floor, her arms up, elbows on the rug, and her chin in her hands. She had a perfect view of both of them, and she expected to see Carl's fingers close over the little mound of flesh of the brown-haired woman's pussy.
Instead, Carl dropped his hand to his crotch. Jo pulled up, and he extended a finger and laid it along his cock shaft. Jo pushed down, taking his finger as well as his prick into her pussy. She gasped with surprise, and Sophie murmured her appreciation.
His other hand plunged down Jo's ass crack. Her whole body stiffened, and she threw her head back and groaned. "This is too hot," she said. "I think we might as well go for a tie."
"I'll help," Sophie said. "Carl, you just keep on doing what you're doing."
Turning on her side, she slid up to them and threw a long arm over Carl. With incredible agility, she turned her head to Jo's pussy and stuck out her tongue. Carl had a fingertip in the brown-haired woman's anus, and she howled in ecstasy as Sophie's tongue touched down on her cum button.
Her pussy started churning around his cock. Her gripping motions massaged his prick through the condom so thoroughly, he might as well not have been wearing one at all. Cum rushed up his cock shaft, and he was helpless against the onrushing waves of pleasure. His cum started to rise, and just as he reached orgasm, Jo howled.
She was cumming, her cunt juices sliding down the condom. Carl's cum shot out, and his cry of ecstasy mixed with hers as they came together. Jo slumped over, and Carl threw his arms around her. Keeping his still-spurting cock in her pussy, he turned them over and lay on top of her. She bucked against him, and he raised himself up on his forearms.
It seemed like he would never stop cumming.. . it seemed like her pussy would never stop churning around his hard-pumping prick.. .then the last spurts of cum flew out and his cock started to soften. Her pussy motions stilled, and he slowly dragged his prick out. Snapping off the condom, he sat up and slowly got to his feet.
"You were right, it was a tie," Sophie laughed.
"Hey, she's still flat on her back," Carl commented with a grin.
"That's because I want to be," Jo smirked, her breasts doing a jiggling dance as she sat up. "But I did get the cum out of you."
"I'm sure he has more," Sophie purred, lightly caressing Carl's ass cheeks.
THE END
CHAPTER EIGHT
"But he'll need a rest." Jo sat up, reaching for Carl's genitals and flicking his soft cock up. Flashing him an impish grin, she sat down next to Sophie and threw a leg over her thigh.
At once, Sophie dropped her hand into Jo's crotch. Her palm settled lightly over the girl's denuded labia, and Jo leaned her head against Sophie's breast. Carl got up and sat in a chair, facing them directly since he knew what was going to happen next.
His lust abated for the moment, he couldn't help thinking about Maura. What was she doing at this moment? In all probability, she was either listening to music or curled up with a book. He shuddered at the thought of how she'd react to the sight of the scene in front of him. Jo was slightly bent over, her mouth covering Sophie's small cone-shaped breast. Almost all of the small, firm, almost pyramid-like boob was in the brown-haired woman's mouth, and Sophie was stroking her hairless pussy.
But how shocked would she be? He couldn't help thinking that he wouldn't know how she'd react. Was that just a product of his fascination, or was there something about her that she hadn't told him yet? The plain fact was, he didn't want to give up his lifestyle and he didn't want to stop seeing her.
Or desiring her. Since she was so special, the sex just had to be, he reflected. Jo slid around to straddle Sophie's lap. Carl could see Sophie's fingers appear and then disappear as the brown-haired woman humped her fingers. Jo's buttocks parted with each down-stroke, giving Carl tantalizing glimpses of her ass-hole. He felt his cock begin to stir, and thoughts of Maura fled to the back of his mind as Jo launched into a massive climax.
Jo leaned against Sophie, breathing hard. She stood up, stretched her lean, nude form, then lay prone on the couch with her face in Sophie's lap. The tall blonde gently stroked Jo's buttocks as she nuzzled the thin strip of blonde hair over Sophie's cunt mound.
Lifting her head, Jo purred, "I can't really do you this way." Sophie obligingly turned, lifting a long, bare leg and hooking her ankle over the back of the couch. Her gash was wide open to Jo's tongue and Carl's sight, and the brown-haired woman immediately clapped her mouth over the wet pussy flesh.
Carl felt his cock stir a bit more as wet, sucking sounds rose from the junction of Jo's mouth and Sophie's gash. A small hand slid off a firm breast, trailing slowly down Sophie's bare skin. The hand disappeared between the tall blonde's thighs, and Carl shuddered at the sound of the cry of passion Sophie made as Jo's fingers slid into her pussy.
Just fingering the smaller woman had brought Sophie halfway to ecstasy, and she came quickly. By the time Jo lifted her face from the taller woman's twat, Carl's prick was more than half-hard. She paused to lie prone over Sophie's lap, then she sat up, leaned over and planted her elbows on her knees. Propping her head up in her hands, she gazed at Carl's genitals.
"I just thought of another way to make him cum," she said to Sophie.
"He's cum already," Sophie reminded her. "The next time, he'll be twice as hard to crack."
"Not with what I have in mind. You have to have a strap-on, right?"
"Well, yes, and I have towels and toilet paper in the bathroom."
About five minutes later, Jo was strutting around the room, sporting a long narrow dildo that stuck out from the brown leather harness around her slim waist. Carl gave the dildo a querulous look.
"Is that going to go where I think it's going?" he asked.
"Right. Why should men do all the fucking?" Jo asked.
"Well, women fuck other women with those," Carl said.
"That doesn't count," Jo said firmly. "Sophie, where is the lube?"
The tall blonde quickly got a tube of lubricant and tossed it to Jo. "You should use your tongue a little, first. I'll bet anything he loves that."
"You'd win," Carl said, settling down on all fours.
Jo tried to lie on her belly behind Carl, but she found that the dildo got in the way. "How do you guys manage with these things?"
"It takes practice," Carl said wryly.
Jo turned on her side, turning her head to position her face directly over his ass crack. Gripping his hard butt cheeks, she spread them wide and thrust out her tongue. The tip touched his anus, and Carl was unable to suppress a moan of pleasure as she dabbed it around the ring of flesh.
"Lube him up, too," Sophie instructed as Jo pulled her face back.
Nodding, she squeezed a generous gob of the lube on her palm and rubbed it over her fingers. Extending a greased forefinger, the clear gel catching the room light and glistening, she slid it into Carl's rectum. He cried out and shook his ass around, then he made a low, rumbling sound of pleasure. His cock sprang up, fully erect, and she reached around to give it a quick squeeze.
He moaned and shook some more. She lubed up the dildo thoroughly and slowly lowered it down his ass crack. The head popped right through his well-lubed ass crack, and he moaned as she pushed it in. In that instant before total pleasure took over his thoughts, he wondered how Maura would react to the sight of him at that moment.
It wasn't until Maura was home and in bed that she wondered what Carl would think of her goings-on. Bisexuality didn't sit too well with conservative executives, she knew. At her firm, if her proclivities were known, she'd have serious professional difficulties.. . .
There just had to be a way to bring him around.. . may be just a bit more forward. She shook her head and went back to her reading. Later that Sunday afternoon, he called. They checked their appointment books and found that Wednesday was good for lunch for both of them. Maura suggested a restaurant that she'd heard someone talk about, a place midway between her business district and his.
"The Welsington?" Carl asked.
"Uh-huh. I heard that it's really nice. Do you know it?"
Maura leaned back in her chair, stretching her legs. It was so pleasant to talk to him. There was something about the sound of his voice that set her pussy tingling, and she decided she'd try to get him into bed as soon as possible.
Carl couldn't tell her that he was very familiar with the place. It was a notorious swinger's hangout, and he couldn't tell Maura that he just might run into someone he'd been at a sex party with a week or two before.
Hoping his luck would hold, he said, "I've heard it's nice. Certainly not a greasy spoon. So, about one?"
"Sounds good," Maura murmured.
She was waiting for him outside when he arrived the following Wednesday. As the car pulled up he anxiously gazed around. No one he knew was in front of the place, and there were no familiar faces. Somewhat relieved, he followed behind her as they were led to a table.
"There's a nice, lively feel to this place," Maura said. "Do you notice it?"
"Hmm, yes." Carl gazed around, pretending to study the decor while searching for anyone he knew. "It is lively, I'll say that."
A thin, auburn-haired woman was seated at a table in a corner. Across from her was a brunette Carl didn't know. He did know the auburn-haired woman, though. He'd done a stand-up fuck with her a couple of weeks ago, and he felt his cock stir at the memory.
Maybe she wouldn't remember him, he reasoned. There were many people at the affair. Maura's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"So, tell me about mountain climbing. I did it a couple of times, like I said."
"Did you like it?" Carl asked. Maura nodded eagerly. "I wish I knew more about it, though. What I'd really like to do is climb with someone who's experienced.. .at climbing."
The sexual innuendo was unmistakable, as was the broad hint. Feeling like he was taking a chance, Carl replied, "I'd be glad to take you climbing. like I said, I have plenty of.. . experience."
Her eyes lit up, and a deep feeling of relief spread through him. So, she could handle a bit of suggestiveness. Their first time could very well happen on a mountaintop. In fact, he decided, it damn well would.
Feeling a need to relieve himself, Carl excused himself. Maura gazed around the restaurant, and as she observed the people, the way they were talking and acting, she realized that at least some of them had to be orgy-goers. A cute redhead caught her glance and winked, sticking the tip of her tongue out from between her lips. Maura blew her a kiss and quickly turned away, but not before she saw the look of surprise that came over the woman's face.
Obviously, she'd been fooled by Maura's conservative getup and thought she was playing naughty. Chuckling to herself, Maura resumed her scrutiny of the restaurant.
The bathrooms were located at the end of a long corridor. As Carl was stepping out of the men's room, the auburn-haired woman he'd spotted earlier burst out of the ladies' room and rushed up to him.
"Hi, you're Carl. You gave me that great fuck at Mona's, remember?"
In the nick of time, Carl remembered her name. "Sure, Angie. That wasn't something I'd forget, believe me."
"Good, I'm glad you liked it. Listen, I've been talking sex so much I got myself horny. I don't want to be squirming around in my desk chair all afternoon when I go back to work, so, there's a storeroom in back.. . . "
She darted down the hall, opening her purse. Carl followed her into the room, intending to explain that he really wasn't up for it, that he was with an important business client. Angie leaned against the wall and lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties and instantly sending Carl's lust into overdrive.
He'd be the one who'd be squirming around all afternoon, he realized as he felt his cock stiffen.
Quickly undoing his belt, he yanked down his pants.
"Oh, thank God," Angie breathed, seeing his hard-on spring up. "But now I have to have a taste."
Carl tried to say something about the importance of haste, but she dropped down too quickly and too quickly took his cock in her mouth, effectively shutting him up.
She sucked for a minute or two, her tongue making mad circles around his cock shaft. Then she freed his dick and stood up, tucking her skirt into her belt and leaning against the wall. Carl slipped the condom on and hunched down, seizing her hips as he got his sheathed erection between her thighs. Angie reached down, taking hold of his prick just under the head and guiding it between her cunt lips.
"Okay, push in," she grunted.
Carl thrust up, his cock sliding quickly into the depths of her already wet pussy. Remembering how he'd moved with her at the orgy, he angled his cock so that the head was massaging her G-spot. Gasping, she threw her arms around him and started thrusting with her hips. He pumped hard, feeling her pussy contract around his condom-covered prick.
Although she tried to suppress her cries of ecstasy, a shrill squeal escaped from her throat as she climaxed. Humping down one more time, she stayed in position, then jumped up and dislodged his penis.
"That was good.. .hey, you haven't cum yet. I remember you more, now. You're the guy who can hold back forever."
"I don't really have time," Carl said. "Listen, this was very nice." He reached for the condom to pull it off.
"No, wait. Do my other hole," Angie urged. "It's really tight, and you're wet enough from my pussy. Come on."
She turned and bent over, flipping her skirt over her back and spreading her butt cheeks. The sight of her puckered anus was more than Carl could resist, and he seized his cock by the base. With one thrust, he got it down her ass crack. Her bunghole fought him, and he pushed steadily as Angie uttered a series of muffled groans. Her anus gradually widened, and he felt the cum rise in his cock shaft as the tight walls of her anus gripped his prick.
Would Maura realized he'd been gone longer than it should take to urinate? He couldn't think about that. Her ass was all but masturbating his prick, and he started stroking rapidly when he felt his balls touch her ass cheeks.
Maura wasn't aware of the passage of time. She'd slowly and subtly turned her chair so that she was facing the redhead who'd started to flirt with her. Catching the woman's glance, she widened her eyes and made a kissing motion with her pursed lips. The redhead gave her the same surprised look that she had before, then a mischievous smile spread over her face.
The redhead's skirt was quite short, and she let her thighs drop apart. With no attempt to mask her actions, Maura stared between the woman's legs. Thin wisps of red pussy hair peeked out from the open lace of the woman's panties. Looking straight at the redhead's face, Maura licked her lips in appreciation, then let her own thighs drop apart.
At once, the redhead's gaze dropped down. All she could see was the dark triangle of the crotch of Maura's quite-opaque panty hose, and she chuckled ruefully as Maura closed her legs.
Meanwhile, Carl was spurting into the condom, filling the tip with his cum as he humped Angie's ass. Feeling his orgasm dwindle, he pulled out and snapped off the condom. He pulled up his pants, she adjusted her skirt, and they quickly left the storeroom.
Saying, "Thanks," Angie darted into the ladies' room. Carl darted into the men's, quickly washing up. He rushed up to the table, and began to apologize for taking so long.
"I didn't notice," Maura said, quite truthfully. She'd seen him re-enter the room and had quickly righted herself. When Carl approached, she was every bit the picture of a prim and proper businesswoman.
"I'll have to check, but I think it will be two weeks before our climb," Carl said. "Will you be free that weekend?" He mentioned a date.
"You know I will," Maura chuckled. "I guess I'll need some gear-"
"And, of course, I'll help you shop," Carl said. "In fact, we can make a day of it. There's the Linmayer Quartet this Saturday evening, and we can shop that afternoon."
"Perfect," Maura replied.
On her way back to her office, Maura mulled over whether she should seduce him after the concert or wait till they did their climb. She still hadn't decided when she got home. There was an urgent message from Alice Ervin on her machine.
"Maura, hi," Alice gushed into the phone. "Are you planning to fuck Mr. Right this Saturday, or.. . . "
"I was thinking about it," Alice replied. "But we have a little expedition coming up, and I was also thinking about saving it until then."
"Well, the longer the wait, as they say," Alice chuckled. "Anyway, there's going to be an absolutely fabulous bash at the Gregson's. You know them, right?"
Maura told her that she recalled a very well-to-do couple she'd performed a threesome with at an affair a few months ago.
"Good," Alice said. "They want to break in their new brownstone, and-"
"Brownstone?" Maura interrupted, suddenly excited. "You mean we'll have a whole house to play in?"
"Right," Alice said. "Now, doesn't that tempt you away from Prince Charming?"
"It sure does," Maura said, images of three floors of naked people flickering through her mind. "It'll be no problem for me to make an early night of it. He thinks I'm kind of priggish or something, and so far, he's been a perfect gentleman."
"Do you think he's-"
"Definitely not," Maura cut in. "Alice, don't you think I can tell these things? I know he wants to fuck me-I can see it in his eyes. He's just very, well, whatever. Hey, at least he's not some creepy slob, right?"
Men who couldn't conduct themselves properly were the number-one reason for the secrecy behind their gatherings and why there were small, individual scenes throughout. Indirectly, that was also why Carl and Maura had never met at the same sex party.
"I can't argue with that," Alice replied. "So, do you think you can convert him, and, by the way, how are you going to let him know you're not exactly a virgin?"
"At some point, I'll just have to tell him," Maura sighed. "Then I'll see what happens. Anyway, tell me about this brownstone."
Alice laughed, "I can't. I've never seen the place. I think it has three floors, or maybe four, or maybe three and an attic."
"Mm, fucking in attic. Ever done that, Alice?"
"No, but maybe we'll get our chance."
Across town in his apartment, Carl was relaxing with a beer, half watching television and half trying to imagine what Maura looked like nude. The phone rang, and he heard Fran Carter's voice.
She told him about the huge orgy at the brownstone. "Sophie Garnet tipped me off," she said. "She made sure we'll get in. Fresh blood, if you get my meaning, or don't you want to see how they fuck on the other side of town?"
"I'm taking her to a concert," Carl said. "But I don't have any plans for after, if you get my meaning. Oh, I suppose I can attend."
They both laughed, and he hung up.
That Saturday afternoon, Carl guided Maura through the maze of shelves of mountaineering equipment, helping her assemble a first-class beginner's climbing set. He helped her carry her purchases into the lobby, then he went back to his apartment to change.
Maura got into her evening clothes, putting on her sexiest, meaning skimpiest, underwear. Her lacy panties did little to cover the red strip of her pussy hair, and almost nothing to conceal her buttocks. Her dress was respectable enough, long and black, clinging at the top to most tastefully hint at the shape of her breasts. The back was looser but gave very small hints of the sensuous shape of her buttocks.
Carl wore the conventional dress for such an occasion. As she got in the car, he began to say, "I think we should eat-"
At the same moment, she started to say, "We should have dinner-"
"Now," Carl finished.
"Before the show," Maura finished. They laughed, then Carl directed the driver to a restaurant near the concert hall.
"I know of that place," Maura said, surprised when he told her the name. "We don't have reservations. I know it's early, but-"
"Don't worry," Carl laughed. "I'll get us in."
There was no way Maura could raise further doubts without arousing suspicion. There'd be several people she'd attended sex parties with there, and she might just find herself handling a few very awkward introductions.
Apparently, Carl had some sort of connection there. Could he know that more than a few of the regulars attended affairs at which they took off their clothes in front of each other and had sex? Her natural curiosity aroused, she decided to just go along and see.
Besides, the restaurant deserved its excellent reputation.
Maura trailed behind Carl as he stepped up to the front entrance. The headwaiter knew him, smiling broadly and ushering him inside. "Center or corner?" he asked.
Carl looked at Maura. "Oh, ah, corner will be fine," she said.
As they stepped in, a man who looked strikingly like Carl stepped up to him. Carl introduced Maura, and the man smiled, saying his name was Matt and that he had to get ready for the evening rush.
"He owns the place," Carl explained. "He's your basic hands-on businessman."
"He seems to know you well," Maura commented.
"He should," Carl laughed as they seated themselves. "He's my brother."
"Oh, so that's how we got in, no reservations," Maura said, delighted.
As Carl gave the waiter their drinks order, Maura gazed around. The place was a bit overdone for her tastes, but not so much so that it bothered her. Her gaze slowly wandered to the front door, just in time to see the man she called her public lover walk in.
A young brunette, possibly one of his graduate students, was on his arm. Maura turned away quickly, hoping he wouldn't see her.
At the last party they'd been to together, he'd challenged her to have sex in the open. She said he could name the time and place, and when he asked if that could be any time and any place, she readily agreed.
Now? With Carl right there? She shuddered inwardly, hoping Carl wouldn't notice her discomfort. The thought that the idea excited her bothered her even more than the possibility that it could happen. She got up to use the ladies' room, trying to avoid coming too close to his table.
He saw her, though. Hearing footsteps behind her as she proceeded down the hallway to the rest rooms, she turned to see him walking behind her. He had a huge grin on his face, and her lust overrode her anxiety.
"Any time, any place," he said.
"You win, Manny," she replied with a laugh. "But we have to make it fast. My companion wouldn't understand, if you know what I mean."
"Remember how fast I got you off the last time?" Manny's grin grew even wider. He reached into an inner jacket pocket and produced a condom. "There's a little space that's just big enough, so.. . . "
There was just enough room for her to lift her skirt and yank down her panties. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he slid a hand between her thighs and pressed his mouth tightly against hers.
Passion canceled out all other considerations, and she clenched his hand between her thighs as his fingers dove for the back of her pussy. Her cunt juice began to ooze around her fingers, and she reached down to fumble open his pants.
"I told you, I don't have much time," she said, fishing his stiff prick out.
She squeezed the stiff rod of flesh, feeling it throb between her fingers. His fingering had brought her a good way to orgasm, and she knew she'd cum quickly once he had his cock in his cunt. Manny slipped the condom on and bent his knees, one hand on her waist and the other on the base of his condom-covered cock shaft. He pushed the head between her lips. She shifted slightly to adjust the angle, then pushed down.
Manny thrust up at the same time, the whole length of his prick sliding into her pussy. She clutched the fabric of his jacket tightly, squeezing her cunt muscles against his hard rod and humping up and down. He leaned into her, making his latex-covered cock graze her pussy with each in-stroke. Her cunt flesh was soon churning around his prick, and he grunted hoarsely as the first spurts of cum shot into the tip of the rubber.
Keeping her mouth tightly closed, Maura gasped through her teeth as her orgasm tore through her. Her cunt juice oozed down her thighs, droplets of it hitting the tiled floor of the space.
Finally, Manny hunched down and dragged his prick out of her pussy. Snapping off the condom, he tossed it into a nearby wastebasket and knelt to help her pull up her panties. He started back to his table, and Maura darted into the ladies' room. She quickly wiped the cunt juice off her thighs, thankful that the hem of her dress reached almost to her knees.
She came back to the table to find that their drinks had arrived. She sipped gratefully, searching Carl's face for any sign that he suspected something. He seemed to have no idea that anything unusual had gone on, and she relaxed.
After an excellent dinner, they went to the concert. Carl's car took her to her building, then he drove off. Thinking that he had business to take care of in the morning, and glad she didn't, Maura quickly changed from formal evening to absolutely casual, linen panties, plain bra, sweatshirt and jeans. Packing condoms, lubricant, an individual dildo and a strap-on with harness, she called for a private car.
Twenty minutes later, she was on her way. Carl took a quick shower, dressed casual and called for a car of his own. About the same time that Maura's car was pulling away from the curb, he was getting into the car he had called.
He arrived as Maura's driver was opening her door to help her out. Carl opened his own door, as always, and paused to gaze up at the brownstone. The windows were covered tightly, and apparently, the thick walls prevented any sounds from escaping into the streets. A casual passer-by would probably think that the house was empty.
Absorbed in his scrutiny, he didn't see a certain redhead dart up the stone steps leading to the front door, which closed behind her as she entered. He mounted the steps just then, and after telling the person who answered his ring that he'd been invited by Sophie, he was let in to the small front room.
A long corridor, directly in front of him, led to a pair of intricately carved double doors. Smaller, plainer doors were on either side of him, and a long flight of wooden steps led to a dimly-lit hallway. The woman who'd ushered him disappeared through one of the smaller doors. As he stood there, wondering which way to go, the double doors opened slightly and Sophie Garnet stuck her head out.
"The main action is in here, Carl," she called out. "The undressing rooms can be gotten to from in here, also. So, come on."
About a minute before Carl had been let in, Alice, the woman who'd greeted him and whom he still didn't know, ushered Maura through one of the smaller doors to a room containing long closets, a small bed and nothing else.
"We strip down in here," she explained. "That keeps everybody's clothes out of the way. See that?" She pointed to a small, unobtrusive door set in a wall perpendicular to the door through which she'd come. "That leads to the main room, where the action is."
Sitting on the small bed, Maura pulled off her sweatshirt. Alice watched, licking her lips as the redhead reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Maura's lean, upward-curving breasts came into view as the bra dropped to her lap, then she leaned back and unsnapped the top of her jeans.
"Now for the best part," Alice murmured, watching as Maura's panty-clad cunt came into view.
Moving with deliberate slowness, Maura rocked back and dragged the jeans off her legs an inch at a time. She sat up, partially hiding her pussy, and delicately took the garment off her lap. Scooping up her bra and sweatshirt, she walked bare-breasted to a half-empty closet and took more time than she actually needed to hang up her clothes.
"Now it's my turn," Alice giggled. "I just can't wait any longer. You and that red pussy hair of yours.. . . "
She let her words trail off as she crouched down in front of Maura, seizing her white undergarment and yanking it down with one forceful thrust. Looking up at her, she did her best to look serious.
"How people taste is very important at these affairs," she explained. "I just want to make sure your cunt has the right flavor-a lot of people will be looking at it."
"I guess there's no arguing with that logic," Maura laughed, kicking her panties off. Completely naked, she lay sideways across the bed and raised her legs until her feet were pointing at the ceiling. Alice dropped to her knees before her, spreading Maura's thighs.
The redhead's gash opened wide. Alice plunged her face in, kissing Maura's cunt lips and thrusting her tongue between them. Maura closed her thighs a little, the firm flesh pressing against Alice's ears as she probed the interior of her wet pussy. The bed wasn't very steady, and it rocked a little, surprising Maura. She lost her balance, tumbling on to one side and effectively dislodging Alice's mouth.
Before Maura could right herself, the small bed collapsed altogether, making a loud bang that reverberated throughout the mostly empty room. The door to the main living room burst open, and Fran Carter charged in.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" she said, looking angry. "There's never any rough stuff-" she stopped short, confusion replacing anger on her face when she saw that only Maura and Alice were in the room.
"The bed fell, like in the Thurber story," Maura laughed, referring to a humorous piece in which a broken bed created chaos.
"Hopefully, without all the confusion," Alice murmured.
"I'm Fran Carter, by the way. I've heard of someone named Alice who gives these parties uptown."
"That's probably me," Alice laughed. "Are you saying that you give 'these parties' downtown."
"Guilty," Fran smiled. "Well, we-" At that moment, two naked young men burst in, looking frantically around. They were both about the same height, one with light blond hair and the other with very dark hair. They both showed muscle, and their thick cocks looked very much a-like.
"What's going.. .on?" the lighter-complexioned one sputtered, gazing at the three naked women who were huddling together and laughing.
"Huh? What?" the other one stammered.
Before anyone could say anything, two more naked young men charged in, knocking into the two who'd arrived first. They grabbed each other and tumbled to the floor.
"You're not going to pull any kind of shit here," the dark-complexioned one managed to say.
The man he'd been wrestling with stopped and looked at him in utter confusion.
"You're the one who's been pulling shit.. .who has?"
The other two men were about to hit each other. "I think we've had enough fun," Alice declared and charged between them.
She grabbed each by the prick. "Look, all that happened was that bed. It fell and made a noise. These two Einsteins thought god knows what, then you geniuses followed suit. Now look what a fucking mess we have."
Sophie chose that moment to make her entrance. "If something I don't like is happening in here," she stoutly declared, "I'll.. .oh, hi, Fran, Alice. Uh, I guess you've met. Maura, hello."
It always amazed Maura, how Sophie could regain her composure so quickly. Spotting the broken bed, she turned incredulous eyes to them. "What the hell did you do to do that?"
Two or three more curious faces appeared in the doorway. The four young men left, looking sheepish, and the onlookers went off to find someone to fuck.
"So, you two have met, huh?" Sophie asked. "Maura, did you know Fran?"
"I know her now," Maura laughed. "And Fran, thanks for coming to my rescue, even though I didn't need rescuing."
"Just before the bed broke, I was giving Maura's pussy a taste test," Alice explained. "I wanted to make sure it was right for the event."
"That's a taste you should be familiar with," Sophie replied.
"Well, I forgot," Alice laughed.
"Strange. I certainly haven't," Sophie remarked.
"I've never met Maura," Fran declared, "and I have no idea what her pussy tastes like.
"I won't mind if you want to see," Maura purred, dragging the mattress off the broken bed frame and setting it up against a wall. She rested her bare buttocks on it and leaned back, raising her knees and spreading her thighs wide apart.
"It surely looks tasty," Fran said, slowly sinking to all fours. She crawled between Maura's outspread thighs, shoving her hands under the redhead's butt cheeks as she dove for her pussy.
"Yes, you know what you're doing," Maura purred, leaning her head back and rubbing her ass cheeks against Fran's palms.
"I've never met Fran," Alice commented, "and I have no idea how she tastes.
Immediately, the older brunette got down behind Fran and ran her hands over Fran's buttocks. Rotating her hips in response to Alice's touch, Fran shifted her thighs apart. Alice immediately lowered her mouth to the level of Fran's cunt lips and started licking.
Sophie already had a hand on her pussy. Alice shifted around, exposing her twat fully. Unable to resist and not wanting to resist, Sophie dropped down and pressed a hard kiss against the crack of Alice's ass.
Sophie's raised butt was right outside the door. Josephine was disentangling herself from one of the young men who'd charged into the dressing room, and she caught sight of Sophie's butt cheeks. Immediately, she got down and nuzzled her face between the backs of the tall blonde's thighs.
Half her nude body was out of the room. A very thin woman with flat rings of breasts and almost no pussy hair let out a squeal of delight and got behind Josephine. A honey blonde with jiggling round breasts got behind the very thin woman. Another woman got behind the honey blonde, and when still another woman took her place in the chain, the line of cunt-lapping women extended halfway across the room.
This created an imbalance in the number of men to the number of women. The few women who hadn't joined started stroking each other, and soon a miniature daisy chain stretched across the living room. The men were pretty much exhausted or fascinated by the two-ring lesbian circus, but Carl hadn't yet had his cock in a pussy.
As always at a new event with new people, he took time to wander around the room. He had familiarized himself with the various bodies available by the time the chain started, and he was thoroughly horny. His half-erect cock swung from side to side as he approached the end of the daisy chain.
He had a condom in his hand. Acting on a sudden impulse, he slipped it over his prick and got behind the last in line, a plump brown-haired girl with wide butt cheeks and large cunt lips that he could see quite clearly.
By way of asking her if he could engage her, he tapped his stiff dick against her ass cheeks. She freed her mouth from the pussy she was licking and turned to look at him, then she nodded eagerly.
Getting on his knees, he fingered the bit of pussy flesh he could reach, sticking a finger in. Holding his cock firmly by the condom-clad base, he slipped the head between her pussy lips and thrust forward.
His prick rode right in. She humped back at him as she got her mouth back on the pussy in front of her, and he reached under her to take hold of her hanging tear-drop shaped breasts.
Her nipples were already stiff. The woman in front of her started climaxing, as did the woman next in line. One by one they started climaxing, the orgasm rippling from bare back to bare back. She started humping madly back and forth at Carl, begging him to get her off.
Carl slid his hand down and seized her pussy, two fingers pushing aside the protective skin over her clitoris. Her pussy started gyrating around his prick, and she shrieked that she was cumming as the woman in front of her yanked her cunt away from her face. One by one, the women disengaged themselves and slumped to the floor, breathing hard.
He slid his prick out. Seeing that he was still hard, the very thin woman charged over and grabbed his hand before he could take the condom off.
"Let me get a taste of that," she gasped, grabbing his prick and popping it into her mouth before he could protest.
Crouching, she reached into her twat and slid a finger in as she sucked hard. Her tongue ran up and down the rubber-coated cock shaft, then she resumed sucking. Finally, she yanked his cock out.
"Damn, you can hold back forever, I'll bet."
"Not quite that long," Carl laughed. "Say, how did that chain get started?"
"Let's see," the thin woman mused. "There was some sort of commotion in there, I don't know what. A newcomer was the first in line. Fran wanted to test her out. Do you know Fran Carter?"
"Haven't met her, not yet, anyway," Carl said. "She certainly sounds like an interesting person, though."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll 'meat' everyone, eventually, with your staying power," the very thin woman laughed.
She ran off to the other side of the room. His erection faded, and Carl took off the condom. There were two other floors to the building, and he started up the stairs to check them out.
Just as he climbed past where he could see the goings-on in the living room, Maura emerged from the dressing room. She, Alice Ervin and Fran Carter were walking side by side, their thighs wet with cunt juice.
She thought fleetingly of Carl, shuddering at the thought of him somehow stumbling in and discovering her naked in a roomful of naked people. How could she tell him about her lifestyle? The question depressed her for a moment, then she took hold of herself.
It was simple. She'd just tell him, and let whatever happened happen.
An enormous man with a massive chest and a long thin cock smiled at her. Maura stepped up to him, smiled up at him, then dropped her gaze to his prick.
"That looks like quite a pussy stuffer," she said. "Are you ready for action, yet?"
"Maybe you can help me get ready," he rumbled, tilting his enormous, almost-round head down to gaze at her tits and cunt.
He slipped on a condom and lay flat on his back. Since she'd just had her pussy licked she didn't feel like doing a sixty-nine with him, so she bellied down between his legs. Extending her tongue, she dragged the tip across the tightened wrinkled sac of his scrotum, then gently closed her lips over his balls.
"I'm going to be ready damn soon," the enormous man said in his deep bass voice. "In fact-"
His cock sprang up, fully erect. He was right about it being a mouthful-Maura actually had to strain her cheeks, something she hadn't done in years, in order to get all of the fat, almost spade-shaped shaft in her mouth.
Feeling it throb, she quickly drew her mouth back and pulled herself up to a crouch. Throwing a leg over his hips, she spread her cunt lips and told him to aim his cock.
His thick fingers covered the base of his sheathed dick. Maura delicately lowered herself, spreading wider as his fat cockhead strained against her slit. It was almost like getting ass fucked.. .she slid down slowly, feeling her pussy stretch as the big man's cock slowly filled her.
"Yes, this is a nice pussy stuffer," Maura cried out. "Now, let's see if you can work this thing."
Across the room, Alice Ervin and Fran Carter were talking to a very thin brunette. "I just met the world's champion," she gushed. "I mean, I couldn't believe this guy's staying power. I had him in my cunt, then in my mouth, he got me off, and he didn't cum!"
"Sounds like someone we just might know," Fran murmured. "Did you get his name?"
"No. He had, like, sandy hair and a nice long prick, though."
"Sounds like Carl Farer," Fran said to Alice. "Do you know him?"
"No. I guess he's one of your downtown folks, right?"
"You bet," Fran asserted vigorously. "And believe me, he's always the star of the show."
"It might be interesting to set up sort of a contest," Alice mused. "like, how many women would it take to get him to shoot his load?"
"Maybe every woman on the premises," Fran laughed. "Tell you what. I'll hunt him up, and you can set up the action. Not right now, though. I'm not all partied out yet. I want to save this for when
I'm in the 'just watching' stage."
"Fine with me," Alice murmured.
One of the muscle men she'd seen earlier stepped up to the love seat they'd crowded into.
"Would any of you ladies care to have the next dance?" he inquired.
Fran looked at Alice. Alice looked at Fran, and they exchanged a sly smile. "Frankly," Alice said, "we both would-if you think you can handle both of us."
"Hmm, I think I can manage," he said.
Powerful muscles rippled on his chest and arms as he stepped up to them. His thighs were well-muscled, too, and a long, thick penis dangled between his oversized balls.
"All of your muscles are nice," Alice purred, "but this one is the most interesting." She reached over, pressed a fingertip against the underside of his cockhead and flipped his prick up.
Fran leaned toward Alice, a nipple digging into the older brunette's arm. Taking his cock between two fingers, she twirled it around, then made a subtle massaging motion on the base of his cockhead.
At once, his prick sprang up to full erection. "That always works," Fran laughed, rubbing her arm against Alice's nipple. "Unless, of course, the guy's already fucked about ten times.'"
"I've only done two, so far," the bodybuilder smiled. "I'm sure I have a couple left in me."
"More than that, I'd say," Alice murmured. "By the way, my name's Alice."
"I'm Fran." She tapped his cockhead, making his erection bob up and down.
"I'm Greg. So, what shall we-"
Alice interrupted him by slipping a condom over his prick so quickly he didn't notice until the rubber rim touched his brown cock hair.
"Whoa, you sure know what you're doing," Greg said, genuinely impressed. "I'm beginning to think I'm in for more than I bargained for."
"Alice, take his right hand, please," Fran said.
The older brunette's fingers locked with the bodybuilder's. Fran seized his other arm, and the two women pulled him down to the love seat with them.
He remained across their laps for a fraction of a second, then he tumbled to the rug. Alice swooped down, crouching by one hip while Fran turned over and stretched out on her stomach on the seat. Her large, round-ended hanging breasts pooled over his thighs. Extending her tongue, she began to lick one side of his cock shaft while Alice licked the others.
Just as their tongues were about to touch, Alice rolled over and fell right on top of the bodybuilder, spreading her legs. His stiff, condom-covered prick stuck up from between her thighs. Moving faster than her wide hips and large buttocks would suggest she could, Alice planted one hand on Fran's buttocks and the other on Greg's stiff dick.
The thick, sheathed rod disappeared into her mouth as her hand sank between Fran's ass cheeks. Her fingertip touched Fran's ass-hole as her mouth closed tightly over Greg's prick.
"I love this, but it would be nice if I could try both your pussies," he suggested, stroking the side of Fran's neck.
Giving his tiny masculine nipples a quick bite, Fran rolled off him. "Since you had his mouth, I should go first," she told Alice.
"Be my guest," the older brunette said.
The honey blonde squatted over Greg's groin. Alice held his cock upright while Fran parted her cunt lips, and Alice kept her hold until half of Greg's dick was in Fran's cunt.
She humped up and down for a few minutes, running her hands over his chest. Leaning over carefully, she bent just enough to drag his nipples over his chest. Saying that she admired his staying power, she climbed off him and gestured to Alice to take her place. Greg's eyes widened in surprise at the feel of how tight the older woman's pussy was.
"I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, pun intended," he said.
Across the room, Maura smiled up at the two men she was holding by the prick.
"It's been a long time since I've done one of these, and never standing up," she explained.
"Don't worry," the man to her right said. "We can handle you. All you have to do is get between us and let nature take its course."
They both had condoms on already, and Maura had already taken a few quick sucks off each cock. The one who'd spoken stood in front of her, bending his knees. His partner, behind Maura, held her hips. The tip of his dick brushed against her butt cheeks, and she shivered in delighted anticipation.
The first man's cockhead passed between her pussy lips. She hunched down a little, throwing her arms around him as his penis entered her vagina. He told the man behind her he was in securely, then Maura felt a stiff sheathed prick slide between her butt cheeks.
An instant later, she felt that stab of delicious pain she always did when a cockhead first burst through the tight ring of muscle of her ass-hole. The first time, she made the man stop.. .but that was seven years ago, in college. The second time, she gritted her teeth and discovered that the pain quite quickly gave way to ecstasy.
By the time of the party, she'd lost count of how many ass fucks she'd had. Cockheads went in easier, but she was still as tight back there as when she was in college. The man behind her gave a grunt of surprise as her ass tube hugged his prick.
"Damn, she's tight, Marty. I just hope she's a quick cummer."
"She's pretty tight on this end, too," his friend replied.
"Well, we'll just see who cums first," Maura laughed.
Digging her fingertips into the front man's shoulders, she dragged her hands down until she felt his buttocks. Squeezing her pussy muscles around his cock, which also made her ass squeeze the cock of the man behind her, she thrust a finger into his ass-hole.
"Holy shit," the man cried. "Hey, Marty!"
"Don't tell me," his friend replied. "I'm having problems of my own back here."
"Maybe you guys had better start pumping fast," Maura recommended. "I'm not feeling anything just yet. It is sort of nice, though."
"Sort of?" the two men chorused.
The man behind her instructed his friend to pull almost all the way out. Maura looked down to see his cum-wet cock shaft emerge until only the head remained between her cunt lips.
"Just stay like that.. .now, push in," his friend instructed.
As the cock in front re-entered her pussy, the man behind her pulled out. "Get the idea?" he said to his pussy fucking friend. "We'll set up a rhythm like this. That should make her feel something."
Maura was enjoying the game too much to let on that she was already feeling plenty. She shrugged, trying to assume an expression of mild boredom. They began their pumping motions, and at the same time, the man in front reached between his and Maura's pressed together bodies. His experienced fingers quickly found her clit, and Maura's pussy started gyrating around his pumping penis.
Her ass-hole tightened even more, eliciting a groan from the man behind her. Maura humped up and down as her orgasm overtook her, and the cock in her pussy started its ejaculatory throbbing. The cock in her ass started throbbing at the same time, and both men grunted hoarsely as they shot their cum.
Their three-way climax subsided, and they dragged their pricks out of her love holes. They looked at one another and grinned.
"Let's help each other wash," Maura suggested.
Just as Maura's bare back vanished into a nearby bathroom, Carl came back down the stairs. A tour of the rooms on both floors revealed three-ways, four-ways and who knows how many ways going on in the rooms. There was just too much sex going on for him to figure out what to go into, and he laughed as he thought that all of his problems should be like that.
Fran spotted him as he rounded the bottom step. "Carl, come over here. We need you for something."
The two women were seated on the love seat, the exhausted bodybuilder stretched out flat on his back. Carl stepped around him, and Fran reached over to grip his semi-erect penis.
"I was telling Alice that you're famous for how long you can hold back," she said. "She wants to see for herself, so we thought up a little event with you as the star."
Alice got up, saying she was going to round up some contestants. Stopping at the group of women nearest the couch, she whispered to them urgently. One of the women ran off to tell another group, and soon, word of the event had made the rounds.
"He knows a lot of the pussies here," Fran said thoughtful as Alice came back. "He knows how to move in them."
"Ah, but suppose he didn't know whom he was fucking?"
"That would make it more of a contest," Fran said. "Carl. Would you mind terribly if you were blindfolded for this event?"
"I can live with that," Carl laughed. "But you'll have to help me change rubbers."
"Oh, you think you'll need a lot?" Alice smirked. "Listen, we have some pretty hot twats here."
"Some of which he's already been in," Fran added. "Yes, Alice, I think he'll need a lot. You're going to see something here."
"I guess this is where I lay down on the rug, right?" Carl asked.
"No, I don't think so," Fran mused. "There's a room at the end of the second floor hall.. .we could have everybody line up there. It's small and dark, so he won't be able to peek through the blindfold.
"I wouldn't dream of doing that," Carl said, assuming a tone of mock outrage. "That would be cheating, you know."
"We do know," said Fran, "and that's why we're going to keep it dark in there."
Fran led the way, Alice behind her and Carl behind Alice. The room had several mattresses piled up near the back wall, and Carl obligingly stretched himself out. Fran held up a box of a dozen condoms, saying, "This should be enough for now. We can always get more, later."
"You mean, through numbers thirteen through.. . . "
"Through, I don't know, but we'll find out," Fran laughed. Pulling out a strip of black cloth, she tied it tightly around Carl's head. She rubbed her breasts over his half-hard dick, making it spring up to full erection.
"He's ready, and I want to be first," Fran said.
"Have any of our "contestants' arrived?"
Alice looked out the door. "I see three of them coming right now," she replied.
As Fran straddled Carl's hips, Alice met the three women at the door. "There he is, girls. He won't be able to see you, but he sure as hell will be able to feel you. Fran there organized this, so it's only fair she goes first."
The woman at the end of the line said, "I'm third. I guess that means I won't get any of him, not right now."
"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," Fran laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
In the main room, Maura had decided to complement her double-fuck by being double-licked by two women. Amy and Clair had arrived about fifteen minutes before, looking around nervously until they saw her. Maura made her request, and Amy got behind her and dropped to her knees.
Clair did-likewise in front. As Amy's tongue found Maura's ass-hole, Clair's tongue slid between the redhead's pussy lips. Maura took hold of each dark-haired head, pressing their faces more tightly against her love holes.
"That looks like fun," a rotund young woman said as she passed by. "But the real action is upstairs. There's a guy who's supposed to be a champ at holding back, and just about every cunt in the place is lining up to see who can make him cum."
"Ladies, that sounds like fun," Maura said. "We can continue this while we're on line, you know."
Two tongues popped out of two love holes. "This is our first orgy," Amy said, wrapping her arm around her naked twin sister's waist. "We really weren't sure what we should be doing, though."
Meanwhile, in that room upstairs, Alice was studying the blindfold critically. "I think he needs more, like cover his whole face," she suggested to Fran, who had just removed her pussy from Carl's prick. Much quicker than she expected, Fran had climaxed. Carl's prick hadn't even throbbed.. "I have a feeling he has at least partial vision."
A thick hood went over Carl's head. It was porous enough to allow him to breath easily, but he couldn't see at all and it completely obscured his facial features.
The line of women waiting to try him out stretched halfway down the hall when Maura, Amy and Clair mounted the stairs. Immediately, the twin coed brunettes got back into position. The woman directly in front of them watched for a while, then turned and started rubbing her lush muff against the buttocks of the woman in front of her.
They embraced as Amy pushed her tongue further into Maura's ass-hole. Clair had her tongue deep in the redhead's pussy, and Maura was building to a slow, steady climax. A shriek of ecstasy erupted from the small room, then a thin woman staggered out.
A sloppy grin crossed her face, and pussy juice glistened on the insides of her thighs.
"He's incredible," she said. "I mean, I tried every trick there is, and, wow!"
She walked rather unsteadily down the hall. The next woman stepped in cautiously, eyeing the naked and quite erect man on the bed. Hoping to steal a march on the other women, she bellied down and got a firm grip on Carl's condom-covered prick.
He felt her soft hand through the latex, then her mouth. "That's cheating, I think," he said, his voice muffled by the hood.
"Nice guys cum fast," she murmured.
"Cute," Carl replied, then let out a muffled groan as her tongue tip pressed the latex of the rubber firmly against the underside of his cock shaft. Abruptly, he felt her mouth recede. The mattress rocked as she straddled him, and he reached out his hands to encounter tiny, round, jiggling breasts as the warm wetness of her pussy engulfed his sheathed erection. She hissed sharply as he took hold of her nipples and squeezed hard.
He felt her pussy muscles working around his cock shaft, felt the cum start to rise slightly. Drawing in a deep breath, he tried to think of anything but sex. Maura came to mind, and he imagined the two of them scaling the beginner's peak he'd picked out for their expedition.
The woman started humping rapidly up and down, and Carl thought she was making an extra effort to get him to cum. Instead, she was climaxing, having accidentally angled his cockhead right over her G-spot. Cunt juice oozed out of her pussy, and when Carl felt the drops on his cock hair, he knew he'd finished her off.
As the woman before her had, she staggered out of the room with a silly grin on her face. The three women following all climaxed, and Carl still hadn't cum. The woman right in front of Maura, Amy and Clair tried her best, only to emerge on unsteady legs. Licking Maura's cunt juice off her lips, Clair stepped in. She straddled Carl backwards, facing the doorway while she tucked his prick into her pussy. Stimulated by licking Maura's twat, she came in less than two minutes and ran out.
At Maura's insistence, Amy went next. She lasted all of three minutes, then it was Maura's turn.
There was something vaguely familiar about the man on the bed. Perhaps it was someone she'd fucked in the dark at a previous orgy.. .finding that she didn't care whether she made him cum or not, Maura straddled his hips and immediately plunged her cunt down over his condom-covered cock.
The upper half of his body was completely shrouded by darkness. His cock seemed to fit her so perfectly.. .she began working her cunt muscles around, feeling her passions rise higher and higher. Something about this particular fuck was very different from the other encounters she'd had, and she had no idea what.
Beneath her, Carl felt the same way. There was nothing at all familiar about the woman who was riding his stiff prick, yet he felt like he knew her well. Then her cunt started churning around his cockhead, and his passion raced over the top. He started humping, giving up all hope of holding back for one more pussy.. . .
Then, Maura's climax burst so hard, she literally leaped off him. Carl immediately felt his cum recede, and he relaxed as he heard the soft pad-pad of her footsteps.
"I don't know who the hell that was, but I want to meet the man," she said to Amy and Clair, who were waiting for her at the top of the stairs. "How many women has he fucked already?"
"Nobody's counting, I'm sure of that," Amy said. "Oh, someone will make him pop, but big deal. An out-and-out virgin could get him off, after he's had one cunt too many."
"And I'm sure that somebody's still downstairs," Clair added. "Let's go see what other kind of trouble we can all get into."
A tall, rather muscular woman greeted them as they re-entered the main room. She was sporting a strap-on dildo, and she eyed the three other women speculatively.
"You can keep the bullshit that's going on up there." she said, gesturing with her chin to the top of the stairs. "I want a little multiple action myself. If you girls would like-"
"I'm sure we'd all love to," Maura said.
At the tall woman's suggestion, Maura, Amy and Clair got on all fours. "I'm kind of logical, so I'll start at one end of the line and work my way across," she said.
Dropping down behind Amy, on the left, she stroked the coed brunette's bare sides and gently caressed her almost flat tits. She rubbed the dildo head up and down Amy's slit, then thrust it in. When her cunt hair touched Amy's butt cheeks, the tall woman reached under the coed brunette and gripped her pussy.
She worked Amy's clit until the smaller woman was halfway to orgasm. Then she pulled out and moved over to Clair, who was in the middle. like her twin sister, the small brunette cried out in orgasm as the fake cock penetrated her.
"Mm, you're both so nice and tight," the tall woman muttered. "Now, for the redhead."
She folded her hands over Maura's breasts, working the fake cock into position with her hips. The head eased into Maura's slit, then the tall woman pushed hard.
Maura moaned low in her throat as the hard rubber dildo shaft invaded her cunt. The tall woman slid her hands off her breasts and gave her red-haired cunt mound a quick squeeze, then she pulled the dildo out and walked on her knees back to Amy. This time, the small brunette started climaxing the minute the dildo filled her pussy.
Clair also came, then Maura gave the tall woman a bit of a ride before she, too, surrendered to orgasm. The three lay on their backs, grinning and breathing hard while the tall woman unstrapped the dildo harness from around her waist.
"It's time we did something nice for you," Maura murmured. "Just lie down right here."
The tall woman lay flat on her back, raised her knees and spread her thighs wide. Maura crawled between her legs, and the tall woman expected to feel Maura's mouth on her pussy. Instead, Maura took hold of a curving breast and pressed a nipple against the tall woman's gash.
Amy and Clair sat cross-legged on either side of them, watching with fascination as Maura stroked the tall woman's pussy with her tit. She shoved the stiff nipple in as far as she could, then she pulled her breast away and bellied down to get her mouth over the woman's muff.
She soon had the woman writhing in orgasm.
Satisfied and tired, she sat on the couch with Amy and Clair on either side of her.
Upstairs, fucking what had to be his twelfth woman in a row, Carl still hadn't cum.
The orgy went on well into the following morning. Late afternoon found Carl at his apartment, and Maura at hers. Just as he was about to call her, his phone rang.
"Hi, it's Maura. I hope you hadn't tried to get in touch with me earlier. I, I had business."
Carl cupped his hand over the receiver so she wouldn't hear his sigh of relief. "No, I've just finished up my business," he said.
They chatted for a while and agreed to meet for lunch to discuss final plans for their climb. This time, Maura made sure they went to a place that was not known to any of her swinging acquaintances.
Soon enough, they were on their way. The climb proceeded without problems, and Maura proved to be a fast learner. Carl had chosen a climb designed for novices, not too many tough parts, but enough to give her the experience of a real climb.
Toward noon, they reached the top, a broad, grassy plateau. They set up their lunch, then reclined under a tree. Passion had been rising between them from the start of the climb, and every cell in Maura's body knew that they were about to make love. She snuggled against him, and Carl found himself thrusting his tongue into her mouth even before he knew they were about to kiss.
Then he remembered what he'd grimly promised himself. Gently extracting his tongue from her mouth, he caressed the side of her neck. A somber tone crept into his voice.
"Maura, I know where this is leading," he said. "And I know I want to, very much. But before we go any further, there's something I have to tell you about myself."
The redhead had been toying with the idea of telling him about her proclivities. She felt a sinking sensation in her stomach, wondering what was going to happen. Their relationship had been so perfect, and he was so right.
"I can't imagine what you could tell me that would change things between us," she said softly.
"It's my lifestyle," Carl explained. "Most people would be repelled by it. In fact, there are some counties in which what I do is out-and-out illegal."
Concerned, Maura said, "You mentioned being in finance. Are you saying that you're some sort of criminal?"
For a moment, shocked surprise filled his face, and for a moment, Maura thought she'd been right. Then, a broad, relaxed grin replaced shock on Carl's features.
"Oh, no! I just said it's illegal somewhere, and I doubt that anyone could be arrested for it. Still, it's something I don't think you'll like."
"What I don't like," Maura said firmly, is to be kept in suspense. Come on, Carl. Out with it. Tell me, for God's sake, before I explode."
"All right." Carl drew in a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. "I like sex-"
"Well, so do I," Maura interrupted, "and I was wondering when you were going to bring the subject up."
"Please let me finish," Carl said, resting a hand on her knee. "Not just sex, but sex with any number of people at the same time. Maura, what I'm trying to say is, my tendency is multiple partners."
For a moment, Maura couldn't believe her ears. She stared hard at his face as if to make sure this was the same man she'd climbed the mountain with.
"Does that really shock you?" Carl asked, a note of tender concern in his voice.
"No, I'm just stunned, Carl. I already love and respect you, but now I respect you ten times as much. You have more courage than I."
"Maura, I don't understand. I'm telling you, I go to orgies, and-"
"And I'm telling you, I couldn't quite bring myself to tell you what you just told me."
She smiled slyly then, raising her knees and wrapping her arms around her legs.
"Now I really don't understand," Carl said. "What I just told you.. . . "
"Silly, I'm also into multiple partners, and I also go to orgies," Maura shouted, grabbing his shoulders. "We live in different parts of town, and we have different, uh, friends, that's all. You know you can't advertise for an orgy, anywhere."
"Well, the two scenes did meet, last week," Carl said. "The Greers, some people a hostess I know introduced me to, were breaking in their new brownstone."
Maura's eyes widened. "Is that.. .do you know Alice Ervin?"
"I met her at that party," Carl said.
"Incredible, Carl. I was at that party, and oh, was it a blast!" Maura started unbuttoning her work shirt.
Carl, delirious with relief, didn't notice. "I almost had the cum drained out of me," he said. "I'm known for being able to hold back, and-"
Maura yanked her blouse open and Carl's gaze dropped to her bra-covered tits. "So, you were the man in the room," she said.
"Yeah, they lined up, and-wait a minute. Were you one of the women on line?"
For a moment or two, they just looked at each other. Then Maura giggled, and Carl laughed. Their laughter rang out over the mountaintop, then they fell into each other's arms.
"This is like a dream," Maura sighed, turning so Carl could unhook her jogging bra.
"This is my dream," he murmured, slowly pulling the garment off her torso. Maura stood up suddenly and turned around. Carl jumped back, his eyes widening.
"I can't believe you have perfect breasts," he said hoarsely.
"They're for touching as well as looking," Maura purred, sliding her hands under the rounded ends of her curving boobs.
"And tasting," Carl growled, clasping her bare sides and dropping his head to her tits.
Maura's satisfied sigh flew over the trees surrounding them, echoing off the granite walls of the peaks surrounding their plateau. Carl ran his tongue around her areolae, then took her nipple in his mouth. Maura caressed his neck, then unsnapped the top of her jeans.
"It is the same color," she smiled slyly, pulling her jeans down and kicking them off.
"What is?" Carl said, dazed by his lust.
"My hair."
He still didn't understand, so Maura illustrated her point by yanking down her panties. Carl made sort of a gurgling noise, staggering back and nearly stumbling over at the sight of her red pussy bush.
"Damn, you're right," he said. A huge bulge appeared in the crotch of his jeans as his lust overpowered him.
All but helpless with lust herself, Maura helped him lie flat on the grass. She reached for his shirt buttons, but he seized her and hugged her tightly to him. She rubbed her nipples against the rough fabric of his outdoors shirt, pressing her mouth against his and sucking in his tongue.
He ran his hands over the naked skin of her back, part of him still finding it hard to believe what had happened. All of him believed it, though, when his fingers reached her ass cheeks and he felt how sensuously firm her butt was.
Strengthening his already firm belief was her reaction, a frantic humping up at him. Forcefully breaking their kiss, she rolled him off her.
"I have to see your prick. Now!" she half-roared, charging at his waist and seizing the top of his pants. The brass snap atop opened with a loud click, then there was the rasp of his zipper as she pulled his pants opened.
Carl raised his ass. Maura dragged his pants down, slowing as she caught sight of the huge white lump in the crotch of his briefs.
"I didn't get a good look at all," she said. "It was dark, and I was in a hurry to get back to Amy and Clair."
She sounded as if she was speaking half to herself as she dragged his briefs down his legs. Controlling a powerful urge to grab his prick right then and there, she tormented both of them by dragging his briefs off his feet a bit at a time.
Carl was writhing around, rubbing his bare buttocks against the soft grass by the time she'd gotten the undergarment off his feet. She tossed it aside, then pushed his knees apart and crawled between them.
"Oh, you have such cute balls," she murmured, running a fingertip over his scrotum. "And your prick, so nice and long."
She took his penis between her fingers, rubbing it gently and feeling it harden against her palm. Carl let out sort of a grunt, and his cock grew even longer and thicker. Holding it up, Maura leaned over, shoving her other hand under a breast and pressing her stiff nipple against the tip of his cockhead.
"I have rubbers in my pack," Carl murmured.
Maura let go of his prick, assuming an expression of mock anger. "So, you did have plans for me," she said.
"Just-in-case sort of thing," Carl replied wryly.
"Ah-ha. Just in case what?"
"Just in case you decided to give me a tumble even though I revealed myself as a sex maniac."
"Well. I brought some for the same reason-by the way, I happen to be a sex maniac myself. But I was thinking. We both know we're safe, right? I get examined-"
"Yes, and so do I, and the hell with the rubbers," Carl declared. "We both know we're safe, and I don't think the squirrels are going to join in, so-"
Maura immediately swooped down and stuffed his bare penis in her mouth, taking it in to the root. Curling up her tongue, she pressed the tip against the underside of his cock shaft and slowly drew her mouth back. Carl moaned, gripping the grass and humping up at her. She sucked for a while, then grinned as she took his rod out of her mouth.
"You do last long," she said.
Lost in a haze of lust, Carl could only utter a grunt in reply. Through that haze, he saw her straddle his hips. He reached out to her, clasping her bare sides as she took his cock between two fingers and spread her pussy lips with her other hand.
Then his whole body shook as the hot, wet interior of her vagina enfolded his erection. She sank down, her red cunt hair merging with the sandy blond hair at the base of his prick. His hands rode up to her breasts, his fingers folding over the upward-curving rounded ends.
After what seemed like an eternity of frantic humping, Maura raised her pussy off his dick and stretched out on her back.
"I want you on top of me for a while," she purred, lifting her legs and spreading wide.
Positioning himself in front of her, Carl raised himself up on his forearms. His stiff prick slid right between her cunt lips, and she lowered her legs as her pussy filled with his cock.
Her ankles dug into his back as she crossed her legs over it. Carl pressed his mouth against hers, sucking her tongue in and wrapping his arms around her naked back. Maura's pussy started contracting in orgasm around his prick, and the cum began to rise in his cock shaft immediately.
She squeezed down with her pussy muscles, and his cum shot out, spurt after spurt filling her cunt as their simultaneous climax roared on. Finally, their passion spent, he gently removed his softening cock and rolled off her.
They lay side by side, the late afternoon sun shining down on their naked bodies. Lifting her head, Maura smiled slyly.
"So, is wearing a condom the secret of your, uh, 'longevity'? "
"No, I've fucked bare before and managed to hang on," Carl said, gazing at her lovingly.
"You certainly didn't put on one of your marathons back there," she purred.
"Not wearing a condom had nothing to do with it," Carl smiled.
