Erin Kingston's parents had planned her life almost before she was born. She would go to the finest schools, eventually become a topnotch lawyer, and work in her father's-and grandfather's-and great grandfather's firm before marrying someone with impeccable manners and social standing and settle down to raise beautiful children.
She was raised from the moment she could understand speech to always maintain her dignity, to always be aware of her social position, and to never give in to emotions or weaknesses.
All of this made her a very stiff, and very virginal woman right through college and into law school at Harvard. Unfortunately for her parents, in her first week in Harvard, Erin met Tom Miller, whose father was a lowly policeman. Shortly afterwards, she not only lost some of the stiffness to her shoulders and personality, but her virginity as well.
Her clothes and personality began to change subtly at first, but with growing speed, and she decided to specialize in criminal law, which her wealthy and dignified forebears had never wanted anything to do with.
Too undignified, consorting with common types and such.
Much to her parents displeasure, she and Tom were married in her third year at law school. It was so much to their displeasure, in fact, that they refused to attend, and disinherited her from the considerable family fortune.
When she graduated, two years after Tom, she took a job as a junior prosecutor in New York, and spent the next few years on lowly assignments, slowly getting the experience and confidence of her superiors required to take on more important cases.
Meanwhile, Tom was working twelve-hour days at a law firm, doing much the same. Their time together was far less than either of them would have liked, and when they were together, their lovemaking was fast, furious and almost frantic.
This was a far cry from their earlier slow, seductive lovemaking in college, but Erin found she liked the raw, carnal sex even more. And she found herself almost addicted to it. When a certain number of days had passed without anything between she and Tom happening, she started to become edgy and short-tempered.
That was the mood she was in one lazy Friday night in late July when Tom called her to tell her his oldest and dearest friend had come to town unexpectedly, that he, Tom, was at his buddy's apartment with his wife, and that Erin should come over. At the time Erin was wearing a lacy, see-through black teddy and nothing else, prepared to jump the bones of her husband the moment he entered their apartment. To say she was disappointed would be putting it mildly. To say she was highly pissed off would be more accurate.
She'd been almost a week without anything but her fingers between her legs, and had been looking forward to the time the both of them had put aside for that night. Now she had to go and make pleasant with two people she didn't even know.
She tore off her teddy-literally, after slamming down the phone, and paced up and down for several minutes, muttering curses, her large, but firm breasts jiggling slightly as she walked.
Most women with a bust her size, 38-D had saggy breasts-if they were real. Erin, however, was both lucky and had made efforts when young to prevent that. She had taken to exercising to build up the muscles of her chest. She had exercised very carefully in the years since, and, in fact, even had a home gym in their apartment.
The result was her breasts were quite round and surprisingly firm for their size, with almost no sag. They were her second most prominent feature, despite being only five feet tall and with a slender build which served to make her breasts seem even larger than they were.
Her most prominent feature was her face, as it had always been. It was a narrow, oval-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a firm chin, quite full, sensuous lips often curved in an impudent grin, a small, upturned nose, and amazingly green eyes that contained a world of intelligence. Framing this face was a thick mass of shining, glistening chestnut-brown hair that spilled down over her shoulders like spun silk.
Her looks had opened a number of doors for her, but made others more difficult. Many men wanted to please her, but often found it difficult to see her in the roles she saw herself. She looked too feminine, they thought, for rough and tumble jobs. She had learned how to teach such people better, but it often took time, time to show them her intelligence, her cool, even cold-blooded decision-making ability, and the ruthless way she acted against opposing attorneys. Her initial nickname when she started work was the Elf. After observing her for a few years, that had become the Troll to those who disliked her, or the Elf Shark to those who admired her.
After pacing for a while, she went into her bedroom and examined her wardrobe. She was tempted to show up at his friend's place in a tight leather miniskirt and braless tank top, but that would be too obvious a sign of her displeasure.
Instead, she pulled on a long, thin, white, stretch knit dress. It was tight to the hips, then loosened considerably as it fell to her ankles. She wore nothing beneath, not even a G-string, and her breasts were very, very prominent as they stretched the material out from her chest.
She slipped on a pale-blue linen blazer, which would cover her lack of bra to anyone watching, but which she could open to show Tom what he was missing. If she had the opportunity, she would even lift her skirt up and show him that, too.
Pleased with her decision, she took the elevator downstairs to the garage, got into the car, and drove to the address Tom had given her.
It was not exactly a swanky address, and as she parked the car, the sweltering humid heat assaulted her for the first time that day. She, of course, worked in air-conditioned surroundings, had air conditioning at home and in her car, so the heat was neither familiar nor pleasant.
What was worse, when she got up to the apartment Tom had given her and was let in, she discovered, to her shock, that there was no air conditioning there. The windows had been pushed open, but that helped little. She was already starting to sweat in her blazer and she'd only been out of the car for three minutes.
She was slightly distracted from the anger this produced when Tom introduced her to his friend Neil. Tom was a large, well-built man, but Neil was something else again. He had long blond hair, an almost beautiful face, and an enormous chest barely contained in a tight T-shirt. He had narrow hips and long, well-muscled legs, and she felt an instant hum of attraction.
His wife was something else again. like him, Kelly was blonde, with short hair and thick bangs. She was tall, too, at six feet, and had a cool, intelligent-and gorgeous face, with a narrow, finely sculpted nose and deep-blue eyes. She had a lithe, athletic body, and like her husband, wore just shorts and a tank top-hers cut off just below large, firm breasts.
There was a certain coolness to her, Erin thought, a kind of faint contempt for anyone she thought of as inferior-which, Erin guessed, was almost everyone. She admired that kind of thing, since she affected it herself, and the two of them exchanged faint smiles.
Kelly turned out to be a police detective while Neil was a firefighter. Erin's annoyance at the lack of air conditioning mounted, since between them they were making decent money, but she didn't mention it. Neither of them seemed to be especially bothered by the heat, so she decided to try and ignore it herself.
She felt another kind of heat, though, whenever her eyes fell on Neil. He was just an incredible example of the male body, and she couldn't help wondering what he'd be like nude, what he'd be like in bed. She quickly realized he wasn't terribly bright or very educated. He was nice, though, very sweet, so she supposed that was what Kelly saw in him-along with his body.
In her present state of mind, she paid only passing attention to the conversation, her mind running through fantasies of what she'd like to do with Tom, and then, several times, with Neil. Not only was she getting hot on the inside, though, she was getting quite hot outside. She was sweating, and her perfect hair was starting to lose its bounce. Several times, she made a move to take off the jacket, only to remember what she had on beneath. "You should take that off, honey," Tom said. "You must be hot."
She gave him a sour look.
"Really. We're not very formal here, Erin," Neil said. "I'm okay," she lied.
That was idiotic, of course, since she kept wiping the sweat off her forehead. Finally, she had to shrug off the jacket, even though the stretch knit was wrapped around her body, particularly her breasts, like plastic food wrap. She saw Tom's eyes get wide, and Neil did a double take and blushed.
She thought about explaining, but instead just brazened it out, pretending nothing was unusual. Nobody else made a comment either, though the conversation was a bit awkward for a couple of minutes.
The odd thing was that after her initial embarrassment, she found herself feeling kind of turned on by the way Tom and Neil kept sneaking glances at her chest. It wasn't like she usually liked that kind of thing. In fact, normally, she dressed to minimize notice like that. But just then, she was feeling a kind of liquid heat at the pit of her belly as the two men kept sliding their eyes over her body.
Her nipples began to erect, which certainly didn't help matters. When aroused, they become like two soft, juicy raspberries, and the stretch knit was molded to her body, easily showing her nipples even when they were soft.
"I'll, uhm, just go to the powder room," she said, getting up, arm covering her chest.
She scurried away from them, realizing as she did that the soft knit was also now molded to her bare, perspiring behind. She groaned when she saw her image in the mirror. The dress was plastered even tighter to her body than she'd feared, and her nipples were lewdly obvious as they pushed against the thin fabric. She bent and turned on the cold water, splashing it against her face, wondering how she could cool off on both the inside and the outside.
She gasped as another form loomed behind her.
"Oh, Neil," she said with a shaky smile.
"Hi. Feeling okay? Heat getting to you."
"A little," she admitted.
"It's not bad once you get used to it. But Tom says you're used to air conditioning. It is kind of sticky tonight, though." He peeled up the bottom of his tank top and wiped his own face, then shrugged and pulled the shirt up and over his shoulders. She stared at his perfect, washboard stomach and powerful pectoral muscles in the mirror, feeling a purr of delight at the back of her mind.
He bunched up his shirt, rubbing the sweat from his chest. "How about a nice fruit cocktail? Something with a lot of ice in it?"
"I-I'd like that," she said in a shaky voice.
He squeezed her shoulder and left, calling out to the others in the living room, asking if they wanted anything.
She stared at herself in the mirror and bent to scoop more cold water up, telling herself she was acting like a bitch in heat. Tom was a wonderful husband and she loved him dearly. Even if Neil, just then, seemed to be just about the most perfect hunk of male flesh she'd ever seen in her life.
"Get your mind off your pussy, girl," she whispered, brushing her hair back from her forehead.
She did look good though, she thought proudly. She arched her back again, gasping a little at how her breasts thrust out, how the thin knit fabric molded itself to her body.
She felt Neil's approach and started to shift her position, then hesitated, instead combing her fingers through her hair. He came around the corner and looked her image in the mirror up and down with approval. "Here you are," he said, sliding a thick glass of some liquid onto the counter.
"Thanks," she sighed, taking her arms down.
"You look hot." His hand slipped onto her shoulder again, squeezing.
"I am," she said, not sure of which kind of hot he meant. His eyes looked up and down in the mirror and she felt a tightness in her belly, her eyes drawn like magnets to his powerful chest.
"You just have to get used to the heat," he said, moving behind her, both hands on her shoulders now, massaging them. "Take your mind off it. Forget about how hot and sticky it is."
She felt him press his loins against her backside and a shock rippled through her.
"You know, me and Tom have known each other for ages. There's nothing we haven't shared. Nothing at all."
She was sure he didn't mean what that sounded like.
"Do you know how attractive my wife is?"
She blinked in surprise, then nodded.
"Tom always had a weakness for blondes."
She frowned in confusion even as he leaned in, his lips brushing the back of her neck.
He was coming on to her! Tom was just in the next, room and...He slipped an arm around her, his hand on her belly, and she felt her legs go rubbery.
"You are gorgeous," he whispered, his breath in her ear. "I...I can't. I mean...Tom..."
"Tom and I have an...understanding," he whispered, his lips sliding along the nape of her neck.
An understanding? What in God's name could he mean by that? His hands slid upwards and she stared at the mirror. They stroked slowly up and down against her ribs, then higher, up under her breasts. She felt a hot shimmer of desire as they stroked the underside of her breasts, then lifted them gently, cupping them, then squeezing them in.
Her nipples ached as his thumbs pressed against them, rolling and stroking them, and she found she could hardly breath.
One hand slid down then, easing along her belly, down over her abdomen and in against her groin.
She stared at the mirror, dazed, watching his big hand as it pressed in against her.
"N-Neil," she gasped.
The fabric was so thin and stretchable that his fingers easily pushed it in against her cleft, rubbing up and down against her as he bit lightly down on her throat. His other hand moved around her then, rising to cup her breast.
Her nipples were on fire, and her breasts swelled and throbbed.
"Neil, we...w-we can't..."
His finger was stroking up and down against her slit, against her seeping opening. She gasped, spreading her legs, gasped again as his fingers pushed into her, pushing the elastic material in through her hot, swollen pubic lips.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she whispered, her hips rolling helplessly, pushing against his fingers as they forced the material up into her sex. His thumb searched out her clitoris, stroking lightly against her dress there, and her legs shook and trembled, her head jerking back as a spasm hit her.
His ringers walked down her dress, then dug into it, tugging it up. She felt it sliding along her legs. His fingers pulled slowly but continuously, and the dress continued to rise, reaching her knees, then easing up higher, baring her thighs.
She stared, enthralled by the sight, watching as her softly furred opening was bared, watching as his fingers slipped between her legs. Then, she could watch no more. Her head jerked back, then again, her back arching, her hips bucking helplessly and violently against his fingers.
She could hardly breath as her chest locked. She felt her head throb, then her vision blurring as she grew faint. She was humping against his fingers like a wanton whore as he squeezed one of her breasts tightly and sucked on the side of her throat.
"So fuckin' hot," he whispered.
She collapsed against him, groaning, and he kissed her shoulder, then eased his fingers out of her and pulled the dress higher, baring her belly, bending her forward.
She spread her legs wider, wider still, raising her ass, feeling a burning sensation between her thighs as her breasts were squeezed up against her arms. She heard Tom's soft voice from the living room, then stiffened and shook as she felt Neil's cock slide into her dripping pussy.
She felt a sexual haze rolling over her as his hands slid up under her dress to cup and squeeze her breasts, pushing them up and together. His lips pushed in against the nape of her neck as he fed her inch after inch of hot, throbbing male meat. All her concentration focused on the glorious sensation of his cock shaft as it slid endlessly through the hot, swollen lips of her sex. Just as she thought she could surely not take any more, his hips pressed in firmly against her sweating ass. He was fully inside her, and she felt impaled. His fingers pinched and twisted her hard nipples as he ground his hips against her, and she felt the soft hair around his cock rubbing against the underside of her buttocks.
She pushed her ass back helplessly, gasping as he gave a short, sharp thrust, then another. Her insides were twisting and churning and her mind was gripped by a wanton lust, an uninhibited need for sex-hot, hard, raw sex.
He pulled back, then thrust again-sharply. She gasped in reply, pushing herself back. Again, he drew back, then started pumping, his hips striking her ass repeatedly, his cock slicing back and forth between her burning pussy lips.
"H-harder," she gasped.
He increased the speed of his strokes, one hand tugging back on her hair as he leaned in, growling, chewing and suckling on the side of her throat. His hands moved roughly over her body, under the dress, riding up and down, fingers pressing against her ribs, then sinking into the soft flesh of her breasts.
There was a small mirror sitting on the counter not far from where her face was nearly pressed against the wall. She looked at her face, the dazed expression of pleasure, then her eyes slipped past herself and saw the doorway.
Tom was there, watching, but not with anger. He smiled, excitement in his eyes, and next to him, looking over his shoulder, was the blonde, Neil's wife. She saw her hand inside his pants, moving up and down against it, and her eyes closed as she shuddered to the power of a massive orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
Tom gazed at the other two and winked at Neil.
"God, what a body," he said, his voice low.
"And in heat, in more ways than one."
"You guys are so filthy," Kelly said.
"I don't mean anything against her, believe me," Tom said with a laugh.
"You should have just asked her."
"Actually, we have talked about it. She thought the idea was exciting. I wanted this to be a surprise."
Neil got to his feet and winked at him. "I'll see how she's doing."
He walked down the hall towards the bathroom and Tom locked eyes with Kelly, who smiled coyly. "You look awfully hot yourself," he said. "I am hot," she said smugly. "So Neil says."
"Neil is hot, too. And you?"
"I've been living with her for the last week and managed somehow not to touch her. How do you think I feel?"
She smiled and got to her feet, then sat down next to him, her breast pushing against the side of his chest.
"How do you feel?" she repeated, sliding a hand over his groin and squeezing him.
He began to harden and she smiled at him again. "You feel nice to me, honey."
He reached over to slide a hand up beneath her tank top, cupping one of her breasts.
"You feel pretty good, too."
"You guys want any drinks?" Neil called.
He looked in on them, and winked, then disappeared. Tom saw he had removed his shirt.
"I think your wife is about to give Neil an early birthday present," Kelly said.
"You think so?"
She stood up and reached for his hand, then pulled him up and after her. They watched Neil disappear into the bathroom and heard his voice. They crept up to the open doorway and peeked around it, and Tom watched with an excitement that shocked him as Neil cupped Erin's breasts in his big hands, watched her sweating face, her eyes narrowed to slits, heard her deep gasps as Neil's hand slipped between her legs.
His cock bulged as he watched his friend's fingers pushing visibly into Erin, pushing through the material, jamming it up into her pussy.
"God!" he whispered, cock threatening to tear through his pants.
He felt Kelly's breasts pushing against his back as she looked over his shoulder. She was excited as well, staring rapturously as her husband pulled Erin's tight dress up.
He bit his lip, gasping, urging Neil on, feeling waves of delicious heat as his wife's beautiful ass was exposed and Neil bent her over. He stared at the sight of her glistening sex and watched, feeling a huge gush of heat as Neil thrust his cock into her.
He felt a small urge to rush in there and throw him off, but most of him was urging him on, his fists clenched as Neil began to fuck his prick into Erin's hot little snatch. He felt Kelly reach around him and slide her hand down the front of his shorts, and almost came in his pants.
Erin was gasping in a soft, excited way, and he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of Neil rutting into her, from the sound of his hips beating a faster and faster tattoo on her ripe, lewdly displayed ass.
"Harder!" he heard her gasp.
Harder! Harder, he urged silently.
Neil picked up the pace even more, and Erin began to gasp and grunt, pushing her own ass back. He watched Neil slide her dress up higher, baring her heavy breasts, then pull the dress over her shoulders.
He pushed her legs further apart, sliding his hand through her hair, forcing her head up and back. She pushed her upper body up a bit off the counter, her elbows propping her up. Her breasts dangled below her, swinging and jerking in time to Neil's powerful thrusts.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!" he heard Kelly whisper, her voice a low hiss.
"Oh, yes!" Erin groaned.
One of Neil's hands slid up her side and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it hard enough to make Tom wince.
Yet hard, rough sex was what Erin adored, and she shuddered in pleasure, rolling and bucking her ass back onto his pumping cock.
And then, suddenly, Kelly was around in front of him, and she was naked. She eased down to her knees and tugged his pants down, exposing his cock. Her hands stroked his balls, then she licked up and down the shaft. The moment her lips took him inside, he came, sending a hot, gushing fountain of semen into her mouth.
He didn't soften, however. His eyes remained locked on the sight of his beautiful wife being fucked. Even while a part of him reveled in the soft, wet heat of Kelly's mouth, he continued to stare at Erin, continued to watch and listen as she went through the throes of pleasure and orgasm at the hands of another man.
He reached down and gripped Kelly's arm, yanking her up and twisting her around. He bent her forward, and pressed his cock against her from behind. She reached between her legs, taking his prick and guiding him inside her.
He could see Erin watching them now, watching in the mirror. And she seemed to tremble just as Kelly did.
"Oh, Yes!" Kelly gasped, making no effort to keep silent. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Give it to me!"
She was bent over, but watching the other two, watching her husband thrusting into Erin, shifting her eyes only momentarily from the sight of his glistening prong sliding into her sheath to meet Erin's own eyes in the mirror.
The two of them groaned as one, thrusting back against the men behind them.
Then Neil halted his pumping, gasping, and Tom knew the man had spewed his salty load into his wife's snatch. He picked up the pace with Kelly, determined to return the favor. He met Neil's eyes as his friend turned his head.
"Shit! God!" Kelly gasped. She leaned even further forward, her fingers brushing the floor, then began to lower. He followed her down to his knees. And then she was on all fours, turning slightly so she was sideways to the door, not looking at her husband so much as letting him look at her, positioning herself so he would have the best view.
Neil looked on, and Tom felt only a little fear, a little wonder at what the man was thinking, then ignored it, feeling Erin's eyes on him, and moving forward over the kneeling blonde. He ran his hands up and down her body, sliding beneath to cup her breasts, pumping faster and faster so the sound of his hips striking her ass was loud and obvious. His cock tore back and forth inside her as she gasped and grunted and whined like a whore, rolling her ass and throwing her head up and down.
He slapped her ass and she yelped, then humped faster. He slapped again, then gripped her hair like the reins of a horse, grunting as he fucked her.
Erin was still leaning on the counter, but her head and shoulders were turned now as she watched in fascination and excitement. She stared at her husband fucking this other woman she barely knew, stared at the sight of his cock disappearing into her again and again, stared at the exquisite pleasure on the woman's face.
She was playing to her husband, to Neil, she quickly realized, just as Tom was playing to her. And the sight of him was sending hot, squirming butterflies flitting about inside her lower belly. She turned fully, then pushed Neil back a few steps before sliding to her knees in front of him. There, she could still watch Tom out of the corner of her eyes as she licked up and down against Neil's thighs, then took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking softly, massaging it inside her mouth.
Her hands slipped around him and squeezed his firm ass, fingers stroking back and forth over it as she licked at his cockhead, then took his other ball into her mouth. She let her breasts rub against his legs, sliding them up and down as she squeezed the base of his shaft, then rubbed it against her face. It was starting to harden again, and she held it like an ice-cream cone, licking at the underside of the head, then slurping the whole thing into her mouth as she massaged it inside.
His cock soon grew too hard to keep inside. She started bobbing her lips up and down, slipping them off to lick along the shaft or balls, then sliding them back over it again.
When he was rock-hard, she pulled back and rose, pressing her body against him. His hands cupped her ass and lifted her into the air as though she were weightless. He dropped her on the counter, his lips moving in against hers, his tongue shooting into her mouth as she squeezed his cock and rubbed it against her stomach.
She drew her legs up and back, her feet, still wearing shoes, on the edge of the counter to either side of her hips as she rubbed his slick cockhead up and down her crack.
She slipped him into place and he thrust in hard, making her gasp. She was balanced almost on her tail, her knees back against her shoulders as her tongue warred with his, sliding back and forth between their mouths. Then she let go, sliding her hands off his shoulders and laying back.
He stood over her, cock sliding in and out steadily. His hands slipped up her body and began to knead her breasts, squeezing them together, then apart, fingers spread, mashing the soft, malleable flesh out between them.
He pinched her nipples, lifting them up, stretching them, then letting them go. Then he bent forward, chewing on her exposed throat as he squeezed her breasts, hips moving faster as he pounded his cock into her.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! OOOWihhhh!" she heard.
The hairs seemed to stand up at the back of her neck and she felt a rolling wave of heat as the other woman signaled her climax so blatantly. She had always been fairly quiet in her pleasure. Only when in the throes of unbearable pleasure had she allowed her soft gasps of pleasure to rise above a whisper.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! Ohhh! Fuuuck!" Kelly cried, her voice almost a scream as Tom rode her wildly.
Erin lifted her head off the counter, staring at the doorway, watching the woman's head thrashing from side to side, her hair whipping around, almost covering her face as she jammed her ass back onto Tom's cock. He had his fingers dug firmly into her flanks and was giving her everything he had, and she grunted in sympathy.
He gripped her hips and tugged her further out, her ass sticking over the edge of the counter, then lifted her legs high and dropped them over his powerful shoulders.
"Yes! Yes! Yee-eee-ee-essss!" Kelly groaned.
Then Neil's mouth came down on hers and his face seemed to block out the world. His chest pushed her legs back until they were crushed down against her breasts, her sex open and wide as he pistoned inside her.
She grunted with the impact of each powerful thrust, a deep, frothing wave of pleasure rolling through each time his stiff prong drove deep into her belly.
Her hands moved over his shoulders as her own feet were pressed back against the wall behind her head. She felt another climax rushing towards her and welcomed it joyously, shaking and trembling as it caught hold and rippled up and down her body. Neil shuddered, his mouth going wide, his eyes closing as her spasming pussy squeezed and yanked on his cock, then he came again as well, and she felt another dazed shock as she took more of his juice inside her.
Then he went still, gasping for breath, like her, sweating in the heat and humidity. He was half-collapsed over her, his weight holding her legs back, her toes pointed at the ceiling. He groaned weakly, gasping for breath just as she was.
For long seconds, they remained in that carnal tableau, then he slowly straightened, letting her legs ease up and back, then pulling them off his shoulders. He grinned at her weakly and she shook her head with a groan, reaching up to push the matted hair back from her forehead.
"H-how'd you like that?" he panted.
She couldn't answer, and was still breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.
"God, I'm hot," she whispered, sweat making her entire body slick.
He smiled and reached over her, turning on the cold water and filling a cup. He brought it to her lips and she drank greedily, then pushed on the cup, letting the water spill over her face and neck, then her chest and breasts.
"You're a hot fuck, Erin," he panted.
The words were crude, and almost shocking coming from anyone other than Tom. Yet, she found herself pleased by them, and stroked his hands as she groaned exhaustedly.
He stepped back from the counter, and his cock slipped out of her. He turned to the tub and leaned in, turning on the shower, then he came back, scooped her into his arms, and stepped into the shower.
"Neil!" she gasped, wriggling and trying to pull free as the cold water hit her.
He held her there, laughing, and after a few seconds of wriggling, the cold water lost its sting and she settled back, moaning in relief as the heat left her. The water poured over her head and shoulders, and down her breasts. Neil lowered her feet to the floor and she stood shakily, holding his arm. He pulled her around in front of him, his hands around her belly as they let the water cool down their overheated bodies.
"I-I can't believe I did that," she groaned.
"What? Had fun?"
"You know what I mean."
He smiled and kissed the top of her head, which made her feel pleased, but still strange.
"Tom says you and he have talked about doing a threesome or doing another couple a few times before."
"Well...we have. I just...I didn't think...I mean, I didn't know anyone who we could do it with and I just thought...it was one of those things you just talk about, you know?"
"He figured you'd like the looks of me," he said, "and he knew I'd like the looks of you."
She turned slowly, cocking her head back to look up at him, then sliding her hands over his powerful chest.
"Yeah, you aren't half bad-looking," she said.
He grinned and stroked her shoulders.
She turned to look at the doorway.
"Where do you suppose Tom and Kelly went to?"
"Maybe for some privacy. How did you like the looks of him and Kelly?"
She thought about it for a moment.
"It felt...weird."
"Yeah, felt weird to me first time I saw another guy doing her. Actually, it always feels weird, but exciting, you know, like when you show someone else your favorite place and they enjoy it just as much as you do..."
"And Kelly is your favorite place?" she asked, amused.
"She has all my favorite places," he said with a grin. "You don't feel jealous?"
He shook his head. "I know the difference between love and sex. Kelly loves me." She nodded.
"You don't feel jealous about your man fucking another woman."
"A little, " she admitted. "But it was so...hot."
He nodded, hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. "They're probably in the other bathroom cooling down, too.
You have two bathrooms and no air conditioning?" He laughed and nodded. "One in the master bedroom. Kelly is probably washing him."
"Washing him?"
"She learned this Bangkok thing, where you use your body against a guy. It's really something. You should learn it."
Erin wasn't happy at the thought that she had anything to learn from Kelly, even though it was obvious these two had been playing these kinds of games for a while and probably had far more experience than her.
She was even less fond of the thought there was anything Kelly could do for Tom she couldn't.
Neil's hand slipped neatly between her thighs, palming her sex, squeezing up gently as his other hand moved up to fondle her breast.
"I don't get what you mean about washing him with her body."
"It's sort of...she soaps up, then rubs against him. That doesn't sound like much, but believe me..."
"Can we watch?"
"I dunno. I guess."
He shut off the water and she reached back, wringing some of the water out of her long hair. Then she let him help her out of the tub and followed him up the hall to the bedroom. They passed through it to the door of the bathroom and stopped there.
"Having fun, Tom?" he asked.
She peeked past him and saw Tom was laying on his stomach on a long padded bench of sorts, like a low massage table. He was soapy, and Kelly straddled him, her front also soapy as she slowly moved her body up and down against him.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed, winking at Erin.
Kelly was sitting upright, her hands moving up and down Tom's back, then over his shoulders and along the back of his neck. She bent forward, letting her breasts press against his back, then kind of sliding up and down, rubbing them from side to side. She was bent over so far Erin could see her neat pussy, which was also soapy, but which, as far as she could tell, was entirely bare of hair, blonde or otherwise. She wondered what the reason for that could be.
Kelly sat up again and let her body slide back along Tom's thighs to the backs of his legs, then slide forward again. She bent over once more and slid back, her breasts sliding over Tom's back, then up onto his buttocks and down against the backs of his legs. "Kelly's learned a lot of things that make men happy," Neil said.
"Well this is kind of a new experience," Tom said, sounding quite pleased.
Erin frowned jealously. It didn't look to her like it was a very difficult task to do. Anyway, he'd never asked her to do anything like that. She was quite sure she could.
Kelly raised herself and he rolled over. She then sat down on him again, rubbing her bare crotch and buttocks back and forth over his groin several times before bending to press her soapy breasts against his chest. He closed his eyes and sighed in luxurious comfort as the blonde woman rubbed her hands and body all over him, slowly sliding up and down.
She eased down along his legs and drew her arms in against her sides, pressing her breasts in and rubbing them all over his cock. She slid down further, easing off the low bench and kneeling at its foot. As Erin and Neil watched, she lifted one of Tom's feet and placed it against her chest between her breasts, then rubbed her breasts against it.
Erin could see how a guy would like something like that.
Kelly carefully rubbed her soapy breasts against both of Tom's feet, then slid up her body again, her breasts rubbing gently against his cock.
It was starting to harden again and when Kelly slid up over it and rubbed her ass against it, Erin could see he was once more erect. The blonde smiled like a cat and sat up, then took his cock and placed it against her bare little snatch. As her husband and Erin watched, she eased down onto it, then slid right down, taking it into her pussy.
Again, Erin felt a twinge of jealousy as her husband groaned in pleasure. Yet, she also felt a stir between her legs. The sight she was looking at was quite erotic. It wasn't the hard, hot fucking she often liked, but it had a certain sensuous appeal. She knew it would not be long before Tom bought himself a similar bench and she herself gave him a special "bath."
His hands slid slowly up Kelly's body, cupping and squeezing her soapy breasts. Her flesh was quite silky and slippery, of course. She knew that sensation herself, and licked her lips appreciatively as the blonde rolled her hips from side to side. "We'll leave you two alone," Neil said, sliding his arm around Erin's waist and turning her to lead her out of the room.
She looked back, watching the woman she hardly knew riding up and down on her husband's cock, again feeling both jealous and aroused.
One of Neil's hands slid up from her side and cupped her right breast, and she knew he was feeling aroused as well.
"I don't suppose you have another bench? Maybe we could practice."
"I don't think we need to get all washed up yet. Either we'd just get all sweaty again or you'd get soap up your pussy, like Kelly's got up hers."
It was a shock, for a moment, such a bald and confident statement that he was going to fuck her again, but she felt only a little indignant. In fact, it kind of turned her on.
He led her into the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a couple of bottles of mineral water. She felt very odd standing there, walking through the apartment-naked-with a man she barely knew.
He passed her a bottle and she took it, sipping. "You and Tom never did any swinging before, huh."
"Swinging?"
"You know, like wife swapping?"
Her jaw dropped at the words. Wife swapping? Surely that wasn't what they were doing? Wife swapping!
She was still stunned when he slipped an arm around her again, then eased his hand down and gave her bare ass a slap.
"I'm feeling hungry," he said, "and I know just what will satisfy my hunger."
"What?" she asked doubtfully.
For reply, he gripped her behind, pulling her against him, then lifted her up. He carried her to a nearby table and set her down, then instantly seized her legs and yanked them up high.
She yelped as she fell back onto her back, staring at him as he bent, his hands sliding down along her inner thighs as he settled to his knees.
No man had ever looked at her in so intimate a way before, except, of course, Tom, and she blushed as he gazed into her small, neatly trimmed pussy.
"You should shave this off," he said, "like Kelly does. She finds it a lot more sensitive."
"I uh...wouldn't it...itch?"
"Not if you do it right."
He licked at her thighs, then began to stroke and massage them with his big fingers, working with surprising gentleness. His tongue licked softly up and down along her inner thigh, right along the crease. His tongue traced lightly along the small space between her pussy and anus, then up along the other thigh.
His tongue eased up through her pussy hair, closely following her pussy cleft, slid along the top, then down the other side. Erin stared at him uncertainly, propped up on her elbows. She had a sudden bolt of amazement that she was doing this at all, remembering how annoyed she was just an hour ago.
His tongue licked up along her slit finally, moving very gently, tracing its line, then moved down again. It stroked it several times before his fingers slipped in and gently parted her lips.
Again, she blushed, but felt a quiver of anticipation as his tongue began to caress the inside of her pussy lips, lightly rolling up one side, then down the other. He pressed it against her small hole and pushed it inside, and she felt a hot, squirming lust building up as it pumped in and out.
She laid herself back down along the table, staring up at the ceiling. Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing lightly, then pinched her nipples as she pried her legs slightly further apart. His tongue was pushing surprisingly deep into her hot little pussy, and she squirmed a little, her ass rising to meet his thrusting tongue.
His lips pressed hard against her as his tongue pushed deeper, then slid along her glistening pink pussy as he drew his tongue out and let it slither up higher. She gasped as his tongue danced around her clitty, just avoiding it, then flicked once across it. "Oh!" she gasped, her ass bucking up.
He let his tongue slide down again, making her impatient for more. She squeezed her breasts harder as his tongue stroked back up again, then shuddered as he lapped strongly against her clit. Again and again his tongue lapped over her hard little clitty, and she felt her insides twisting and roiling higher and higher. Her ass rose again and again, her body reacting instinctively, pushing her snatch up to meet the delicious sensations being inflicted on it.
His tongue slipped up and then his lips came down, surrounding her stiff, quivering little clitty and sucking gently. She grunted in delight, panting for breath as he continued to suck in a rhythmic fashion. He increased the power, then again, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.
Her head rolled from side to side and she arched her back, her legs jerking back spastically, her body thrumming with sexual electricity.
His lips pulled back and he blew a strong stream of air across her clit, setting it to sparkling and dancing. Then his tongue licked back across it, letting his lip press up to increase the strength. She gasped in pleasure, her hands going down to his head, desperately jamming him against her as the pleasure grew more powerful.
She was breathing in short, ragged gasps, her body wriggling and bucking in tune to his expert tongue. And when his lips came down again and he started to suck on her clitty, she cried out loud. "Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Oh, God! OOoh!"
She humped up frantically, grasping his head as her mind was swamped by a massive wave of sexual ecstasy. Her body thrashed on the table, her back arching again and again.
Then she went limp, gasping exhaustedly, her hands and legs falling still as she closed her eyes in languorous bliss.
His hands gently massaged her aching belly, then up further along her body, caressing the sides of her breasts and down along her ribs. His tongue massaged her inner thigh, then slid down it to the back of her knee, then lower still.
He licked along her calf, kissing and rubbing his lips and face against it, then eased lower, licking at her ankle, then down her foot. He took her toe into his mouth, sucking gently, then moved to her other foot and slowly worked his way back up to her thigh again.
His fingers pressed her pussy lips back and again he began to lick at her. He was quite gentle at first, but quickly built up the strength of his licking. When she was again bucking and grinding herself back at him his fingers entered her, one, then two, sliding deep inside her and pumping faster and faster as another climax rolled over her.
Again, he let her relax, kissing his way up her heaving chest, then caressing her lips with his tongue. He tweaked and rolled her nipples between his fingers as he kissed her, then worked his way down along her neck, chewing on her ear lobe before sliding back down once more.
When Kelly walked into the room, wearing a short, white nightshirt, she was well on the way upwards again, and felt a bizarre unreality as the woman glanced at her and winked.
She then went to the refrigerator and got two beers as her husband continued to lick and suck on Erin's clit.
It was too bizarre, she thought. It was like a dream.
"Oh, God," she said in a shuddering voice.
And then she came again, knowing the other woman was watching, feeling both embarrassed and excited, like an exhibitionist, by her presence.
When she came down from the orgasmic high, Kelly was gone, and she was alone again with Neil, who continued to gently tongue her thighs.
"You...you're driving me crazy," she panted.
"But what a way to go," he said with a smile.
He got up slowly, and her legs hung limp, her chest heaving as he went to the refrigerator himself. He took out something she didn't notice, then came back to her. She heard a frothing sound and wearily raised her head, watching him spraying whipped cream around her breasts, then down her belly and over her pussy.
She giggled a little. They kissed, and he carefully placed cherries in the midst of the whipped cream over her nipples, then slipped two into her pussy and a third outside. He sprayed some whipped cream over her mouth then, and dropped a cherry onto the little mound.
Seconds later, his mouth met hers, and they kissed amid the whipped cream, their tongues licking out, slurping it down, their teeth fighting for the cherry as she giggled and threw her arms around him.
He let her take the cherry, and she bit down on it, letting the sweet juice trickle down her throat as he licked the whipped cream off from around her lips, then followed the trail down her throat to her breasts.
She lay there wearily, sighing in enjoyment as his tongue cleaned off her breasts and sucked her nipples clear, then followed the whipped cream lower. He licked it away from her cleft, ate the cherry, then slowly sucked the other cherries out from between her taut pussy lips.
By the time they were gone, she was bucking up against him once more. He rose then, his cock hard again, and thrust into her. His powerful body bent over her and her hands rose, tracing the muscles over his ribs as he thrust smoothly and steadily.
Wife swapping, she thought dazedly. Wife swapping.
There was nobody at work, not a one of them, who would ever in a million years believe Erin spent this evening doing this with a stranger.
And then she came again.
CHAPTER THREE
Leaving was strange. Saying thank you for the night didn't seem quite right, considering what they'd done.
She was silent in the car, and Tom seemed a little nervous, a little uncertain.
"So, uh...how do you feel?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," she said quietly.
"You and Neil...got along okay?"
She smiled softly. "Neil is certainly...yes, we got along."
"Good. I thought you would."
"How do you feel?"
He shrugged. "I got to admit there were moments there...I mean, when he was...you know, when he was doing you like that, pounding his meat into you...well, I felt like jumping him. But...then I just felt incredibly turned on. You looked so hot, so sexy. I've never been able to watch you like that before."
"It's not usually a spectator sport," she said.
"It should be. I mean, I've made love to you enough times to see how gorgeous you are, but...watching you from across the room, it was just out of this world. I've never seen anything hotter in my life."
She blushed a little and smiled.
"I mean it, Erin. I know I went after Kelly like a madman, but it was the sight of you that turned me on."
"It was...strange watching you, too," she said. "Did you, uh, like that little bath Kelly gave you?"
"Oh, yeah. I gotta get one of those bath benches."
She chuckled.
"Hey, I can give you one, too, you know."
"I'm not sure it's designed that way."
"You're probably right. Me rubbing my chest against your back probably isn't quite the same."
"No."
"You don't feel jealous or anything?"
"No. There wasn't any...I mean, I don't see myself in any danger of falling in love with Neil, and I know Kelly isn't your type. Too tough and...well..."
"Yeah. She's hot, though, a real sex kitten."
"You'd get bored living with a sex kitten."
"Eventually," he said, grinning.
She slapped his arm.
"But I know what you mean. Kelly's hot, and it's...different with her than with you, but I know who I prefer."
"I wonder what the people at work would say if they knew what I'd been doing tonight."
"The way you dress, they'd probably be shocked to find you even have sex."
"I dress nicely," she said defensively.
"You dress like a schoolteacher."
"I can't be dressing like a slut at work, Tommy."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, I doubt anyone would believe it."
"No. Luckily."
"We'll have to get a video tape next time for proof." She laughed and slapped him again. "So what do you think? Want to try it again some time?"
She thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess. It was a super kick doing it with someone else, especially, well, Neil is really hot."
"Yeah. You know, Neil and I were wondering whether you might like to..."
"What?"
"You and Kelly."
She opened her mouth in surprise, then closed it with a snap. "I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"I'm...I admit, she's attractive, but...she really isn't my type."
"Neither is Neil."
"I don't mean physically. She's gorgeous, but...we don't know each other and she just seems, I don't know, a little intimidating."
"So, what kind of woman do you find...your type?"
"I don't know. You're looking for one of those two on ones you've talked about, right?"
He grinned.
"You men are such sluts."
"It's in our nature, baby."
"You could have a two on one without me and the girl...doing it with each other."
"Wouldn't be the same." She made a rude sound.
"Of course, if you wanted to...try it out yourself first, I wouldn't mind."
"Try what out? You mean having sex with another woman. I don't know. I'd feel weird."
"So?"
She shrugged uncertainly.
They drove into the underground garage below their building and parked. Tom slipped his arm around her as they walked to the elevator, then let his hand ease down onto her behind as they waited.
She looked at him in surprise. "Are you still horny?" she demanded.
"When I'm around you, baby, I'm always horny," he said, squeezing her behind.
The elevator opened and they stepped inside. His hand slipped off her behind for a moment, then gripped her thin dress and began sliding it up.
"What are you doing?" she asked, amused.
"Ever thought about doing it in an elevator?"
"You're crazy!"
He leered at her, sliding the hem higher and higher. She looked up at the numbers above the door, sure he was just kidding.
Then he suddenly jerked the skirt up higher and dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Tom!"
He pushed his head under the skirt, his hands pressing her thighs apart as he began to lick at her pussy. She gaped down at her bulging skirt, pushing at him, laughing.
"Stop that, you maniac!"
By the time they reached their floor, however, his tongue had done wonders to change her mind. Still, she reached for the open door as it closed, gasping.
"Tom! Our floor!"
He spread her legs further and his tongue lapped at her clitty.
She moaned and ground her soft behind against the wall of the elevator.
His hands slid up her belly and squeezed her breasts. She could see them moving beneath her thin dress and felt a shimmering wall of sexual heat closing around her. Then he rose, following his arms, sliding the material up over her hips, then up higher to bare her breasts.
She drew one of her legs up and back as he unzipped his pants, then groaned as he entered her, her knee jerking back against the wall as he began to thrust hard and fast.
"God! God! You're crazy!" she gasped.
"Fucking right," he panted.
He abruptly shoved the blazer back over her shoulders, then lifted the dress up, forcing it over her arms, then off. She cursed in excitement, body flushed as she wrapped her leg around him, grunting with each thrust.
Naked, she felt the cool wood of the elevator wall against her back and buttocks. She felt a storm of eroticism at being nude almost in public, at the risk someone might open the doors at any time and catch her like this.
Both his hands seized her behind, digging into the soft flesh. She flung her arms further over his shoulder, then threw her other leg up around him, letting him take her into his hands. She ground her sex against his cock, mashing her lips against his, then pushing herself higher to rub her breasts around his face.
She rode up and down his cock as he pumped her, both of them gasping and panting for breath. He came with a curse, and moments later, she felt her insides twisting and roiling as an orgasm poured through her nervous system.
Just as it hit its peak, the elevator started to move, and a dagger of shock hit her, sending the climax higher and higher.
The elevator was moving because someone had called it, and any second, the doors would open and she would be seen, naked, being fucked up against the wall!
Tom eased her down to her feet then, and pressed a button. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, and before she could speak or even realize what was happening, he had pulled her off it, snatching her clothes off the floor at the last minute.
The doors closed and the elevator went down to whomever had called it while she stood there trembling and shaking and trying to cool off.
"I can't...b-believe we did that," she gasped, as he slipped the dress over her head.
"Wild, huh?"
She groaned as she pushed her arms into the armholes then tugged the dress down her overheated body.
He pressed the button for the elevator and the doors opened just as she pulled her jacket on. It was the same elevator, and inside were two small, elderly women. They smiled and nodded to her as she and Tom got on. She wondered if they'd have been smiling had they seen what the two had been doing moments earlier.
As usual on Mondays, she got home at five. Mondays were always pretty slow at work, at least for her. At Tom's place, they were the busiest days of the week, so she knew he wouldn't be home for hours yet. She went to her room, showered, then changed into a green sweatsuit.
No one at work had looked at her any differently. Nor was there any real reason they should. But she had felt differently, had felt almost secretive, almost smug about the kinky, wild things she and Tom had done on the weekend. What would they have thought, she wondered, if they knew she had participated in wife swapping?
Their eyes would bug so far out of their heads they'd never get them back in. The very idea that she could ever participate in anything like that would stun them.
She had gone to considerable effort, in order to further her career, to make it seem like she was all-business. That meant, she had to be a little cold and brusque at times to discourage people, especially men, from treating her like some big-busted bimbo.
Now she knew that many of them thought she was nearly frigid, and knew they'd probably all get instant erections if they could have seen what she and Tom had gotten up to.
She had, as she often did, worn lacy silk lingerie beneath her business suit. For she liked to remind herself that she was a female. Today, however, it had seemed like much more of a secret than usual.
She ate alone in front of the TV, then went over some legal papers for a case she had the next day. There was a knock at the door just after seven, and she stared at it uncertainly. The doorman was supposed to announce anyone who came up.
Whoever it was knocked again, and she got up and went to the door, looking through the peep hole. She felt a small shock when she recognized Kelly.
She wondered if Tom had planned this, and felt both anticipation and anxiety at the thought. She was sure she'd look like a naive virgin to the sophisticated blonde.
She opened the door slowly.
"Uh, hi," she said.
"Hi," Kelly said.
"The doorman didn't stop you?"
She shook her head. "Doormen never stop cops."
She raised her eyebrows and Erin abruptly stepped back. "Won't you come in?"
"Don't mind if I do."
She was wearing a white suit, with a black silk blouse beneath the blazer, and black tennis shoes. She walked past Erin and looked around as Erin shut the door behind her.
"Uh, can I get you anything?" she asked.
She turned so quickly, Erin backed up a half-step until she hit the wall. Kelly moved forward, grinning down at her from a few inches away.
"Are you afraid of me, Erin?"
"N-No. Of course not. Why would I be?"
"Some people are."
"Of course not," she said, affecting a weak smile.
"That's good." She raised her hand and her fingers brushed the hair back from Erin's forehead and face. "You're very beautiful," she said.
"Uh, thank you," Erin said, her heart beating faster and faster.
"You have a great body, too."
"Yours is better," Erin said, blushing. "I mean, what I saw...well..."
Kelly kissed her on the forehead, then on the cheek, then on the lips. Erin didn't react, except for her pulse, which skyrocketed.
"I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you," Kelly said, her hands stroking the sides of Erin's face. "I love soft, feminine women."
She leaned in and kissed her again, her lips sliding gently over Erin's mouth.
Erin kissed back hesitantly, not at all sure she wanted to do this, but feeling almost an obligation-as well as a sudden hot, liquid sensation in the pit of her belly.
Their tongues pushed out and met, sliding together, then apart. Their lips pressed repeatedly, each testing the other, their hands on each other's shoulders until Kelly's slid down Erin's back and squeezed her behind.
Erin felt another jolt at that, and groaned as her body was squeezed in against the taller woman.
Kelly's hands slid up and down against her ass, then slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants and over her bare skin. They caressed her flesh slowly, following the round contours of her buttocks, barely touching, then squeezing in, then caressing again as their tongues twirled slowly inside each other's mouths.
One of Kelly's hands slid onto the top of her cleavage behind her, then rode down along the crack of her ass, stroking softly, going down further and further until her long arm slipped her hand right in between Erin's legs from behind and she cupped her pussy. Erin trembled against her, her nipples tightening against the inside of her bra cups, her breathing becoming more ragged as her body heated up.
Kelly was pressing her into the wall, her left hand sliding back and forth over her pussy. The right moved over her hip and then down the front of the loose sweatpants, fingers probing at her cleft, moistening themselves, then finding her clitoris.
"Oh!" Erin gasped.
Kelly smiled, her tongue pushing into her mouth, fucking in and out like a cock as her fingers stroked expertly along her clit. Erin found her hips grinding, her ass rolling, her thighs trembling and opening as the sexual heat fountained higher inside her.
Kelly was a beautiful woman but she was a woman, and she felt a wild, heady delight at herself for being so daring, so wicked. She could feel the other woman's breasts against her own and wondered what they would feel like without their clothes in the way.
"Hot little slut," Kelly whispered, gnawing at her ear lobe. Erin felt the words hit her like gasoline thrown on a fire. Her a slut? Her?
"You want it, don't you, honey?" Kelly whispered softly. "Yeah! Yeah! You want those fingers, don't you, honey?"
Erin moaned and shuddered, humping against the woman's fingers, gasping as two slipped inside her and began to pump in and out. She felt Kelly's thumb close on her clitoris then, grinding it down against the fingers inside her pussy, rolling it between them as she gasped and whined like a bitch in heat.
"Come on my fingers, honey. Come on. I know you want to. Come in your pants, baby," Kelly whispered urgently.
Her hand slipped up from the back of Erin's pants and darted up to her hair. She gripped a thick mass of hair and pulled back, gently but forcefully, then growled as she bent in and licked and sucked on Erin's exposed throat.
Erin cried out, gasping, her hips jerking and rutting against the blonde woman's fingers. Then she came, shuddering violently, clutching Kelly desperately to keep from falling away, grinding her pussy on the woman's fingers as the climax rolled over her mind and body.
She clung to her as the orgasm subsided, gasping softly, trying to get her rubbery legs to keep her up as Kelly stroked her head and hair.
The blonde eased her other hand out of her pants then and grinned. She brought her fingers to her own mouth and licked them, then slipped them into her mouth, sucking softly as Erin looked on. Kelly scooped her sweatshirt up then, without any notice, and Erin automatically lifted her arms and let it slide off. A second later, the blonde pushed her sweatpants down, along with her panties, shoving them to her ankles.
Flushing a little, Erin stepped out of them as Kelly unfastened her bra and pulled it off.
"You have fantastic breasts," she said admiringly.
"Th-thank you," Erin said, blushing again.
Kelly kissed her wrist, then took her hand and led her into the apartment.
"Going to offer me something to drink?" she asked.
"Uh...of course," Erin gulped.
Kelly nodded, letting go of her hand. Erin hesitated a moment, then crossed the room to the cabinet where they kept the liquor. It felt extremely odd to be naked like she was in front of someone else, someone other than Tom, but it also made her feel like a deliciously sexual person.
She poured a couple of drinks and turned to find Kelly sitting on the sofa, long legs crossed. She swallowed nervously and, still blushing, walked back to her, her breasts jiggling slightly, and bent over to hand her her drink.
"Thanks," Kelly said, eyes looking her up and down. She sat down next to her, crossing her legs awkwardly. "So how do you feel?" Kelly asked. "No arguments or jealousy between you and Tom."
"No."
"That's good. There's no way to predict how a couple will react to their first experience. Sometimes one or another will get jealous and think their partner preferred the new person."
Erin shook her head. "I know it was just...novelty. I mean, not that you aren't beautiful, but..."
Kelly nodded and waved her hand. "Yeah, novelty it is. The first time someone other than Neil fucked me was just wild. It was even more wild that he was watching. Did you get off on us watching Neil fuck you in the bathroom?"
Erin blushed yet again, but nodded weakly. "We're all into exhibitionism," Kelly said. "Well, kind of," she said.
"Have you considered shaving your pussy? You won't believe how...naked it makes you feel."
"I, uh...hadn't thought about it," she said in surprise. "You should. In fact, I'll help you."
"Oh, I couldn't..."
"No problem. I've done it for a lot of women," she said. "But I...'
"I even brought some oil."
"O-Oil?"
Kelly finished her drink, then set it down and stood up. She reached down and took Erin by the wrist, then pulled her after her as she went in search of the bathroom.
"But I...I'm not sure yet," Erin gasped.
"You'll love it. Trust me. I know. It's so much more sensitive."
She pulled Erin into the bathroom and nodded, then patted the counter.
"Why don't you take a seat."
"But...but..."
Erin bit her lip, then slid her behind up onto the counter. It was impossible for her not to remember the counter in Kelly's bathroom, where Neil had plunged his cock into her so hard and so well.
Kelly took off her jacket and hung it on a hook, then turned on the water.
Erin was still uncertain, but the woman was so...determined, so firm, so self-assured, it seemed hard to say no.
She was soon at work with small scissors, snipping and trimming Erin's bush as Erin sat back and spread her legs. The process was embarrassing, but oddly arousing as well. Kelly's fingers slid over her cleft as she wet her down, then dipped inside, between her lips, pulling on them to tighten her skin as she shaved carefully along the sides.
Erin gasped softly as the woman's fingers slipped deeper, and pressed upwards towards her clitoris. Kelly smiled knowingly, but continued to work in a business-like fashion. When she was done, she poured warm water over her mons, then rubbed a soft oil into the skin to soothe it and prevent irritation.
Erin slipped off the counter and turned, staring at herself in the mirror with wide eyes. She looked so bare! It was amazing how naked she felt, how on display. She felt like covering herself in front of the smiling blonde.
"God," she whispered.
"Takes a little getting used to," Kelly said. "And I'll leave you the oil, because the skin gets easily irritated at first." She passed behind her, slapped her behind and then laughed to see her jump. "Let's get another drink," she said, going back to the living room.
Erin remained, looking at herself, licking her lips nervously. She felt both embarrassed and aroused-a state of confusion she'd been in with all her new encounters with Kelly and Neil.
She followed her out then, feeling very odd naked. She paused at her room and drew on a robe, then joined the woman in the living room as she was pouring drinks.
"Why did you put that on?" Kelly asked. "Take it off. I like looking at you naked."
"But you're not naked," Erin protested.
"I will be. And in the meantime, I like to look at you," Kelly said, reaching out and undoing the belt, opening the robe and sliding her hand in to cup her naked pussy.
Erin felt the softness of the touch against her newly shaved mound, and immediately felt the increased sensitivity as no hair got between Kelly's fingers and her soft, puffy little mons.
Kelly smiled, slipping two fingers into her moist pussy-hole, then pressing her thumb against her clit. She rubbed her thumb from side to side as her fingers slipped up and down, and Erin stood there gasping, feeling the sensations of pleasure rippling up along her spine, building up with a shocking suddenness.
Kelly picked up her drink with her other hand, sipping as she casually fingered Erin's pussy. Erin felt a wave of shame mixed with a delicious sexual delight at the wicked way she was behaving. Her hips began to buck helplessly and her legs quivered as the pleasure spread out over her body and muscles began to twitch and spasm.
Her legs eased apart and she moaned low in her throat, her head falling back, rolling from side to side as she stood there, arms at her sides, robe opened, breasts swollen and flushed, legs tensing and untensing as if to rise up and down on Kelly's long, pumping fingers.
Then she came, her breath catching in her throat, then sighing out in a long, gurgling moan of ecstasy.
She stumbled back and Kelly slipped a hand behind her to steady her, then slowed her pumping fingers as the spasming in her pussy eased.
Kelly smiled softly, then slipped her fingers out and held them up. They were glistening wetly. She rubbed the tips along Erin's lower lip, then eased them into her mouth as the brunette moaned softly.
Erin closed her lips, tasting the cream from her own body, looking up at the blonde as she sucked softly and licked at them. Kelly let the fingers slide back and forth in her mouth several times, her other hand rising to squeeze one of her breasts, then she pulled her hands away, shoving the robe back over her shoulder to fall down her arms to the floor.
She picked up a second glass and handed it to Erin, then put a hand on her back and steered her back to the sofa.
Instead of having her sit next to her, though, she sat her in the overstuffed chair across the low coffee table, then moved to sit on the sofa, facing her.
"I take it you've never been into much experimentation before," she said, sipping on a cognac.
Erin took a deep breath, then shook her head slowly.
"Have you had many lovers?"
Erin blushed a little and lowered her head, sipping from her own drink.
"Don't tell me you were a virgin bride!"
"Not quite. But Tom was the only man...I mean, until Neil..."
"Really? Goodness."
"You've had...uh...lots of...men?"
"Oh, God, yes. When I was eighteen, I was hitchhiking across country, and I had a lot of fun with truck drivers and others I met. I've had scads of lovers, some I don't remember, some I never even saw their faces or knew their names."
"How could you not see their faces?"
Kelly shrugged. "Orgies, masks, or, on one occasion, I was blindfolded during a gang bang."
"A...you.... "
"A guy I know said that being unable to see would increase the pleasure. I mean, that I'd be more focused on the sensations rather than looking around at everything. It was partially true. I think mostly I was just more turned on by the sense of helplessness, or maybe by feeling almost anonymous, you know. like if I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me.
"Then, there's the masks. When I was in LA, we used to have these orgies. Everyone would wear masks so you never knew who you were fucking. It could be the local priest, or the head of the PTA, or whatever. It was a real treat for ugly people, I suppose. It was also pretty cool to do anything you wanted with nobody there knowing who you were or being able to identify you later."
"I feel strange like this," Erin said, crossing her legs. "You should get comfortable with your body. Don't be ashamed of it."
"I'm not ashamed, but..."
"Spread your legs. Go on."
Erin bit her lip, but obediently uncrossed her legs.
"Wider. Spread them wide. In fact, drape them across the arms of the chair."
"Oh, I couldn't do that!"
"Why not?"
"That would be disgusting!"
"How? I like to look at beautiful women's bodies. Go on. Do it. Please."
"No."
"Pleeeease."
"But why?"
"Because I want to see you."
Erin felt her insides squirming at the thought, but slowly raised her legs, and, face flaming, slumped back and draped them across the arms of the chair.
"I feel like a slut," she protested.
"What's a slut but someone who gets lots of sex."
"Aren't you going to get undressed?"
"Why?"
"Because I feel so...strange being naked when you're dressed." Kelly smiled, then began to unbutton her blouse as Erin looked on. She tugged it out of her pants, then shrugged it off. Beneath it, she wore a small, frilly half-bra. She unclipped it and took it off, then sat back, caressing the underside of her breasts.
"Want to see more?"
"Yes."
Kelly smiled again, then took off her shoes and socks. Her fingers unbuckled her belt, then opened her pants. She slid a hand down inside, and Erin blinked in surprise, watching the movement of her knuckles against the front of the pants, watching them slide slowly up and down as the woman stared at her.
She realized with a shock of recognition that the woman was masturbating. She felt both embarrassed and deeply aroused by the knowledge. At first, she turned away, but her eyes kept returning, and she watched in amazement as the woman raised a hand, cupping and squeezing one of her breasts.
Kelly caught her eyes and smiled, then tugged her pants down, lifting her behind off the sofa, then sliding the pants down her long legs and off. She slumped back then, spreading her legs apart, letting her hands move up and down her body as she watched Erin. "Masturbate for me, Erin," she whispered.
Erin gasped in shock again, her chest locking up as she stared, unable to talk.
"Masturbate. Show me how you pleasure yourself," Kelly whispered, her own fingers sliding down to stroke along her bare cleft.
"I-I couldn't," Erin whispered.
Kelly laid her head back, still watching her. She caressed her breasts, then squeezed them softly up and together. She fingered and pinched her nipples, then let one hand slide down between her legs. Erin watched her fingers disappear into her body, watched them slowly pumping in and out, and felt a burning between her own legs.
Soft sighs of pleasure came from the blonde as her thumb stroked against her clitoris and Erin's own hands slowly eased up to cup her breasts. She let them slide back and forth against her breasts, watching the blonde, feeling a terrible pressure inside her body that made it hard to breath.
She pinched her nipples, gasping as she pulled on them, as she rolled them between her fingers. Then, hesitantly, one finger eased down her body and between her straining thighs. She began to rub her hand back and forth over her hairless mound, but her middle finger slowly sank down between her pubic lips.
She felt her ass rising and squirming, felt the sexual tension growing within her. She rubbed at her clitty and gasped at the sensations, then drove her fingers into her pussy just as Kelly had done.
The two women stared at each other across the table, both gasping softly, their fingers pumping in and out, asses rubbing and grinding on the edge of sofa and chair, legs spread wide.
It was a moment before Erin realized Kelly had stopped, was sitting up straighter, watching her, staring at her.
She felt a surge of thrilled delight, for she had become the performer now. Instead of the two of them participating in the masturbation session, she was doing it alone while Kelly watched. She was masturbating in front of Kelly!
It was such a wanton thing to do, something that would have shocked her in her normal mind.
Yet, she wasn't in her normal mind. Her mind was buzzing and boiling over with sexual heat and delight, with a wanton, carnal lust that drove everything but pleasure from her mind.
She wished now that Kelly had kept her clothes on. The thought of doing something so wanton in front of a clothed person was even more arousing, perhaps even in front of a crowd of people, perhaps at a bar, with scores of men watching.
She felt the burning heat in her loins flaring up through her body, and shuddered violently, trying to hold it back. Her pussy was sucking and pulling at her fingers as she pumped them faster and faster, and she whimpered helplessly, unable to resist as the whirlwind of sexual oblivion drew her in and the orgasm crashed down around her.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Erin opened her eyes, Kelly was sipping on her drink again. She groaned softly, then started to close her legs. She realized her two fingers were still buried inside her to the knuckles and slipped them out.
"Why did you make me do that?" she gasped.
"I didn't make you do anything, darling," Kelly said, smiling. She stood up then and came around the table. She reached her hand down and helped Erin to her feet, then led her back into the bedroom.
Erin felt warm and comfortable, and flush with contentment as the woman led her to her bed. Her sexual need had not disappeared, however, and being led to a bed somehow lifted their relationship to a higher level. She felt young and innocent as Kelly threw back the covers and climbed beneath, then held out her hand.
She climbed in, licking her lips, snuggling closer as Kelly threw the covers back and shifted towards her.
Kelly rolled onto her side as Erin lay back, her body pressed in against Erin's right side, her hand on her belly, caressing her skin, sliding up and down between her breasts.
"You see, one of the nice things about women," Kelly whispered, her head easing in, her lips moving over Erin's cheeks and forehead and along her neck, "we don't fall asleep after we come."
Her hand cupped one of Erin's breasts, her fingers stroking her nipple, then her lips came down on Erin's.
For long minutes, they kissed, their tongues swirling together. Kelly's hand stroked up and down Erin's body slowly, caressing her skin. Her other hand was in her hair beneath her head as she leaned over her.
Then her lips trailed down Erin's throat and began to kiss her breasts. She licked all along their soft, round surface, mouthing the skin, sucking lightly, chewing and nipping, her tongue lapping gently. For long minutes, she circled each breast, ignoring the nipples.
Then her soft lips took in one of her nipples, and Erin groaned aloud. It was something she'd grown impatient for, something her breasts had craved. She let her head roll from side to side as Kelly sucked on her nipple and licked her tongue across it.
At the same time, the blonde's hand slid down her body and between her legs, fingering her pussy.
Then, suddenly, she was fully atop her, her breasts pressing in deliciously against Erin's own. The soft, warm flesh of her body lay all along Erin's as their lips met once more, and Erin's arms instinctively slipped around her, her hands stroking her back. "Spread your legs," Kelly whispered.
Erin complied.
"Wider. Wide apart," Kelly said.
Kelly spread her own legs as well, pressing in against Erin's pussy with her own. Erin gasped at the feel of another woman's sex against her, her mind swimming in sexual delight at the sensations, at the exquisite softness of Kelly's breasts mashing and rubbing down against hers.
She pushed her tongue up into Kelly's mouth, gasping and moaning as the sexual heat swirled around them. Her hands moved down onto Kelly's ass, stroking, then squeezing, pulling her in against her in time to her grinding movements.
Their clitties were almost pressed directly together, and both women began to groan in wanton abandon, grinding and humping against each other as first Erin, then Kelly climaxed.
They slowed then and stopped, kissing softly, tenderly, for long seconds. Then Kelly began to roll her hips again, and soon they were grinding against each other with fresh vigor and excitement. Their bodies grew more and more sensitive, each climaxing again, then again, each climax building on the previous one as their hips moved lewdly and lovingly together.
When Tom finally got home and wandered into the bedroom, his eyes going wide with delight, they had each climaxed a half dozen times, and the room smelled of sweat and sex.
"Holy shit!" he cried. "I wish you two had waited for me!" Kelly smiled slightly and Erin groaned.
"We're too tired now. Go away!"
"Not bloody-likely!"
He tore his clothes off and jumped into the bed with them, kissing first Erin, then Kelly, then both at once, their tongues and lips sliding together awkwardly as he pressed his body in against theirs. He was instantly hard, and couldn't even tell whose hand squeezed him, sliding his cockhead back and forth against Erin's thigh.
Erin met Kelly's eyes, and silently decided. They pushed Tom onto his back, sliding their bodies against him from either side. Their bodies lay half atop him, with Kelly's left breast sliding along the left side of his chest and Erin's right rubbing against his right.
They took turns sliding their tongues into his mouth, then Kelly slid slowly down his body, rubbing her breasts against him, and licked at his balls. Erin slid further up, letting her breasts push against his face, feeling him suckling and chewing on her nipples as Kelly took his cock into her mouth.
Erin rose and straddled his face, turning to face down his body, and a moment later, his tongue slipped up and down along her cleft as his fingers dug into her buttocks. Kelly rose and straddled his hips, gripping his cock in her hands, placing herself directly over it and pointing it upwards.
Then the two women locked eyes again before Erin tore hers away, staring enthralled as the woman's bare pussy opening slid slowly down the length of her husband's rigid cock.
Kelly let out a long sigh of pleasure as she took it all inside, then leaned forward, reaching for her. Erin leaned in as well, and their arms slid around each other, their lips pressing together as the two rocked back and forth, riding Tom's face and cock.
Erin reached down, rubbing at Kelly's soft, moist clitty, feeling Tom's cock as the blonde rode up and down it. She slid her fist around it, squeezing, letting Kelly slide down against the side of her fist several times before sliding it free.
Kelly sighed in delight as she took it all up inside her once more, rubbing her soft ass against him, squirming and rolling her hips as her breasts mashed in against Erin's and their lips met in lewd, delighted passion.
Erin leaned in then, letting her soft breasts pillow under her as Tom's tongue continued to whip up against her pussy. She watched from inches away as Kelly's pussy slid up and down Tom's cock, then leaned in, licking at her clit, gripping her thighs as she followed her body's movements, riding up and down with her as Kelly gasped and shuddered and reached down to cup her breasts.
"Lick me! Oh, God yes!" she whispered, arching her back, moaning in pleasure, her hips working faster and faster as they rode up and down.
Tom thrust his fingers up into Erin's sopping pussy as he licked, grunting with pleasure as he felt Kelly's cunt milk his hard tool, felt her talented muscles squeeze and release in time to her movements.
The threesome were locked in a lewd, carnal embrace, gasping for breath, panting and moaning in passion as their pleasure rose, as their heat burned them from within. Kelly came first, unable to resist the dual delights of
Tom's long, glistening cock and Erin's soft, lapping tongue.
Seconds later, Erin came as well, jamming her face in against Kelly's snatch as the woman's fingers dug into her breasts. And then Tom blew, the spasming of Kelly's frothing pussy drawing him into the lusty three-way storm.
The three of them cried out in passion and pleasure, rolling and rocking together as their flesh rolled together. Their movements grew frantic and desperate, then slowed, one by one stopping as they sank from the heights of their orgasmic peaks.
"So what did you think?" Tom asked later, sitting in the Jacuzzi together as they sipped wine.
"Nice," Erin said with a coy smile. "But it wasn't like I thought."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I guess...I guess I thought it would be all, you know, giving head. I thought that was basically it for lesbians, but we never even did that. Now that I think of it, she didn't even lick me down there at all. And the only time I licked her was right there when you were fucking her.
"So what did you do?"
"Well, she has some really talented fingers," Erin said with a giggle. "Uhm, and we kind of...well, fucked, just like I do with you, in the missionary position."
"How do you fuck in the missionary position when you have no cock?"
"We lay together and spread our legs and rubbed our pussies together. It was really something else." She started to say she didn't have to wait for Kelly to get hard again after a come, but decided not to.
"I still prefer cock, though," she said reassuringly.
"Well thank heaven for that."
"You don't mind us starting without you, do you?" she giggled. "I wish I'd been there for the whole show. I would have loved to see her doing you for the first time."
"She did it up against the wall in the living room."
"Really?"
Erin blushed. "I guess I was so hot and excited that she made me come in my pants."
"What a naughty woman. Next time, I want to be there for the whole thing."
She nodded and smiled. "Hey, then I get a two-on-one with you and Neil."
"Sure, though Kelly will want a two-on-one with me and Neil later."
"Hmm...I'm not sure I like the idea of you fucking strange women all on your own."
"You know Kelly."
"Well, yeah, I guess."
"Anyway, it's not like it would mean anything if it was someone else. It's just sex."
"Still...I want to know when you're screwing some other woman. Otherwise, maybe I'll go out and screw some guy on my own, hmmm," she said teasingly.
"As long as you tell me about it and it doesn't mean anything, I wouldn't be upset."
"Really."
"I trust you."
"It doesn't...bother you, the thought of some big handsome man fucking me?"
"It turns me on. What about the thought of me fucking another woman?"
"Well..." She paused. "I don't know. I guess as long as it's just...physical, it's...I mean, considering what we've done with Neil and Kelly..."
"Exactly," he said, kissing her.
"God. The very idea of me taking part in...in wife swapping! It's unbelievable!"
"I know," he said, grinning. "Want to do it again?"
She flushed a little, then nodded.
"Good. Because Tom has a friend named Mike, and..."
"What? Wait a second! You mean, do it with someone else?"
"Mike is a really nice guy. He's good-looking, too."
She shook her head slowly. "Man," she whispered.
"Tell you what. We'll just invite them over for the evening, no strings attached. We'll get to know them and see how you feel." He reached over and slipped his fingers between her thighs, rubbing at her soft pussy opening. She sighed and spread her legs, giving him a look of reproach. "Are you trying to get me horny so I'll say yes?"
"Yup."
Mike was a nice guy, as Tom had promised. He had short curly hair and a nice smile. He also had a very firm body, and she tried to sneak glances at it without appearing to do so when he and his wife Amanda showed up.
like Kelly, Amanda was a blonde, but her hair more resembled Erin's own carefully brushed silken locks, long and straight and falling almost to her waist. She had a softer, rounder face, as well, and a slender body, without the muscles Kelly had.
Her breasts seemed high and round, not nearly as big as Erin's own 38-Ds, but quite firm beneath the halter she was wearing. She had a tiny, flat waist Erin envied, and nice legs under a pair of denim shorts. Both she and Mike appeared to be in their early thirties, a couple of years older than she and Tom. For the occasion, Erin was dressed modestly, in long white slacks, a white blouse, and a green silk vest.
She was both nervous and a little embarrassed when the two came in. Tom had told her at the last minute that Mike and he had discussed swapping wives, or doing a two-on-one with her. That made her blush whenever Mike looked at her, which seemed to amuse him. What made that even worse was that Amanda knew nothing about what the evening was supposed to be about. Although she and her husband had done a two-on-one with Neil some months earlier, they had never done anything else with other people-at least partly because she and Kelly didn't get along.
Every time she talked to her, Erin could feel both men watching intently, mentally encouraging them to like each other.
And the way Mike looked at her, polite but flirtatious, eyes moving over her like he wished his hands would. It made her stomach clench and unclench, and her pussy squeeze down on emptiness. She wanted him.
And then, there was Amanda. For the first time in her life, she found herself looking at another woman, a woman she'd just met, as a possible bed partner.
And wasn't that weird?
"It must take forever to brush that out," she said.
Amanda grimaced and then smiled. "It does. I really ought to cut it, but I've had it so long I just can't bring myself to."
"Besides, I like to run my fingers through it," Mike said. "Must be a major jog to run through all that." Tom grinned. Amanda laughed and raised her hand, pushing her hair back. "I suppose we'd both get through the mornings faster if we just cut our hair as short as theirs," she said to Erin.
"I like long hair," Erin assured her.
"Some places she does," Tom said, waggling his eyebrows. "Some places?" Amanda smiled in confusion.
"Tom!"
Tom laughed and then leaned over to whisper to Mike as Erin blushed.
"Really?" Mike exclaimed.
"What?" Amanda demanded.
"Nothing! Tom, you're such a big mouth!"
Amanda frowned, turning from one to the other, then her mouth suddenly formed a soundless O and her eyes widened as she understood. She looked at Erin, then jerked her eyes away.
Erin blushed furiously. "A, uh, a woman I know suggested it so I could, uhm, wear these really high-cut...bikinis..."
Amanda blushed and nodded.
"She also says things are a lot more sensitive without that hair in the way," Tom said, tongue in cheek. "Tom!"
"Tom, really!" Amanda said, red-faced. "Maybe you ought to try that," Mike suggested, grinning. "Maybe you ought to!" she replied. "I will if you will."
"There's an interesting thought," Erin said. "You should shave everything off," she said to Tom.
"I'm sensitive enough."
"I'd like to see it."
"I'd like to see you," Mike said.
"Mike!" his wife gasped, slapping his arm. "You apologize."
"Oh, I'm not offended," Erin said. "All men are sluts. At least he's honest."
"So show me," he grinned. "No."
"Hey," Tom said, in mock anger. "If you see my wife, I have to see yours."
Amanda blushed redder. "You two are both...disgusting!"
She squirmed in her seat, though, and Erin saw a nervous flutter in her eyes.
"If you guys are so anxious to see us naked, maybe you should take the lead," Erin said.
"Huh?" Mike frowned.
"Take all your clothes off and show us what you got." Amanda giggled. "Sure. Go ahead! Do a little dance for us, too!"
"Yeah! We want to see a dance."
"Forget it."
"Mike can't dance for beans," Amanda said, leaning forward and whispering loudly to Erin.
"Neither can Tom, but he thinks he can," she replied.
"Let's play some bridge," Tom said.
He got up and returned with some cards, then pulled his chair closer to the edge of the coffee table and began to deal the cards across it. Mike and Amanda sat next to each other on the small sofa on one side of the table, and Erin sat on the other, facing them. They played a round of bridge while chatting about work-Amanda was in marketing and Mike a computer operator, then Tom shuffled the cards and grinned at them.
"How about we play a game of strip poker?" Mike suggested. "Oh, you are such a perv," Amanda said.
"I want to play strip poker, too!" Tom said with a laugh.
"Forget it."
"If you say yes, I'll do all the cooking for a month," Tom said.
Erin shrugged and grinned at her. "This way, I get out of cooking and, since you'll say no anyway..." She shrugged and grinned.
"I'll do the cooking for you!" Mike said.
"You already do the cooking!" Amanda replied.
"I'll..." he leaned in and whispered into her ear and she blushed, staring at him, then giggled helplessly for a minute. "Well?"
"Okay," she said, then covered her mouth with her hand. "You are so strange!"
Mike and Tom winked at each other, then they began to play. At first, the men were annoyed to find themselves losing. Tom had lost both shoes and socks, and Mike both shoes and his jacket before Erin lost and had to take off a shoe.
She felt a nervous tension growing inside her with each hand, looking nervously at both Mike and Amanda.
Amanda lost both shoes, then lost another hand. The tension immediately went up a notch, not just in Erin's stomach, but in everyone else.
"This isn't fair," she protested. "I don't have socks or a jacket or anything."
"Or a bra," Mike said with a leer.
Amanda glared at him and folded her arms over her chest. "Come on. You agreed to play."
Amanda swallowed nervously, but Erin could see her nipples stiffening beneath her halter as she, instead, reached down and undid her shorts. Both the men were looking on eagerly as she unzipped the denim shorts and pulled them down, standing up to slide them down her legs and step out of them. Beneath, she wore high-cut blue string bikini panties.
She sat down again, red-faced, and crossed her legs.
Erin lost next, and removed her vest. Then Tom had to take off his shirt, revealing his muscular bare chest. Erin noticed Amanda looking at him with considerable interest.
Then Amanda lost again, with a ridiculously bad hand that made Erin suspect she was losing on purpose. Her face flushed, the blonde reached behind her back and undid her halter top, then slid it off while modestly covering her breasts with one arm.
"No fair cheating," Tom said.
"Yeah, we have to see them," Mike agreed.
Blushing furiously, and unable to look in Erin's direction, Amanda lowered her arms to reveal firm round breasts with stiff, pointy nipples.
"Maybe we should turn down the air conditioning," Tom said. "It looks like Amanda's cold."
"No. I think she's hot," her husband said.
Erin lost next and tried to keep her fingers from shaking as she unbuttoned her blouse then shrugged it off. Beneath, she had a lacy white half-bra. It was not quite transparent, but...her nipples were visible through the thin material.
Mike lost his shirt, then Tom lost his pants. He stood up to take them off, and Erin snuck a glance at Amanda as the blonde looked on, watching her face flush and her tongue slide along her lower lip as Tom stripped to tight bikini underwear.
Tom wasn't hard, but was not soft either, and his cock made the front of the tight underwear push out in a way both women found fascinating.
Erin lost again, and stripped off her pants, blushing again once she was the center of attention.
"Make her turn around," Tom said with a sneaky grin. "Why?"
"It's a thong," he said. Erin blushed more.
"Yeah, we have to see everything," Amanda said. Erin turned slowly and Mike whistled at her nearly bare behind. Then she sat down, closing her legs.
Amanda lost, and Erin saw her stiffen briefly before she uncrossed her legs, then slipped her panties down and off.
"We have to see everything," she said.
Amanda looked at her, then stood up and turned quickly, blushing furiously before sitting down again.
"I, uh...guess I lose," Amanda gulped.
"Not necessarily," Tom said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Maybe you have something else you could do for a bet."
"like what?"
"What do you think, Mike?"
"Well, she'll have to give a kiss to the winner."
"Sit on the winner's lap and give a kiss," Tom replied.
"Sounds good."
"A French kiss."
"Okay."
Amanda swallowed several times then bobbed her head.
Erin lost next, and, heart pounding, she unsnapped her bra and removed it.
"Nice set there, Erin," Mike said.
Her own nipples were as swollen as Amanda's were.
Mike lost, and stripped to his boxer shorts. Then Amanda lost again, in a hand Erin won.
She giggled and shook her head. "I guess you guys didn't think of this," she said in amusement.
"Sure we did," Tom replied breezily. "Go sit on Erin's lap and give her a nice French kiss."
Amanda laughed again, then her eyes went wide. "You're serious?"
"Of course he is," Mike said, licking his lips.
Amanda turned to Erin, who was nervous and uncertain herself, but aroused enough to do almost anything.
Amanda took a deep breath, which made her high riding breasts thrust out even more firmly, then stood up and went around the table. She sat down hesitantly across Erin's lap, and Erin and she looked at each other for a moment before she leaned in to kiss her. Erin had a hand on her back, and could feel her heart pounding furiously as the blonde leaned in. Her lips hesitated, and Erin moved forward, sliding her lips up against Amanda's, her tongue sliding along them.
Erin turned inwards and she felt Amanda's breasts against her upper arm and chest as their lips met more firmly. Amanda's arm went around her shoulder and their tongues pushed out together, touching briefly. Amanda's retreated, but Erin pushed hers forward, sliding it into Amanda's mouth, caressing her tongue, then sliding upwards along the roof of her mouth, their lips sliding wetly as the men looked on.
Amanda stood up with a gasp, her legs shaky, then stumbled back across the table to sit down next to her husband. She was breathing heavily and looking away from the other three as Tom dealt a new hand.
"She needs something else to bet," Mike said.
"How about a lap dance for the winner?"
"Fine."
"W-wait a second," Amanda gulped. "What's a lap dance?"
Mike laughed and Tom grinned.
"You straddle the winner, sit down facing him, and dance...in his lap, twisting and rolling your hips, rubbing yourself against him that kind of thing. Costs about ten bucks in your average strip club."
"I, uh...I..." She stole a glance at Erin, then took a deep breath. "A-all right."
Erin lost the next hand, and nervously stood up to peel her thong off. She blushed as both Mike and Amanda stared at her shaved pussy with interest, sitting down quickly and closing her legs. "Hey, we want to see some more," Mike said.
"You saw it all," she mumbled.
"What does Erin bet for the next hand?"
"Same as Amanda did for that last, I guess."
Tom lost, and he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, yanking them down and off. He made no effort to close his legs, and his erection sprang up thick and long and dark with lust. Amanda stared at it, then looked away.
"What does Tom bet?" Erin said with a leer.
"Same as you, baby."
Amanda lost the next hand-to Tom.
Eyes wide, she slowly got to her feet and moved around the table to the chair he was sitting on. Her face was red as she spread her legs apart and straddled his chair, then sat down. She gasped as she felt his hard-on against her buttocks, and then began a weak rolling motion with her hips, gasping and panting for breath as her pussy rubbed back and forth against his cock.
Her breasts pushed into his chest, and she tried to keep her face to one side, not looking at him as her round behind rolled up and down along his thighs. Then Tom's hands slipped around her and cupped her buttocks, pulling her in against him.
Her eyes widened as she turned them on him and he grinned, then kissed her while the other two looked on. She moaned and her arms went around his shoulders as their kiss deepened. She began to grind harder and faster, gasping and moaning as she jammed herself against his erection.
Tom eased her back finally, gasping, and she got shakily to her feet, stumbling back next to Mike, face flushed.
"What for her next loss?" Tom asked.
"Have to be a blow job," Mike said.
Amanda's eyes widened, then closed briefly.
Erin lost next and sat on Mike's lap, feeling his hard-on against her ass while his tongue shot deep into her mouth. His hand slid up to cup one fat breast, too, and Erin groaned softly, looking into the wide, excited eyes of his wife as his fingers kneaded the soft flesh and then his lips bent to suck on one nipple.
Erin lost the next hand, too-to Mike again.
She straddled him and began to grind her pelvis as Amanda looked on, pressing her big breasts against his chest as his hands cupped her ass. He bent forward, sucking fiercely on one nipple, then the other, making her body tingle and burn with need as she jammed her pussy against his hard cock.
But she pulled herself off, moving back to her seat as Tom dealt another hand. like Amanda, she was now facing a blow job if she lost.
She lost-to Amanda.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amanda's mouth dropped open and she stared at Erin with a mixture of horror and excitement, then bit her lip as Erin got up and moved around the table. Tom pulled the table back and Erin dropped to her knees, hands sliding along the woman's thighs, pressing gently until Amanda numbly opened them.
She licked slowly up the inside of one thigh, circled her moist cleft, then licked down along the other. She spread Amanda's legs further, then tugged on them to get the woman to slump down more.
Amanda was breathing raggedly, her eyes flitting down to Erin, then across at Mike, then at Tom, then back at Erin again as Erin licked up and down along her mound, then planted a kiss on the center of her cleft. Her tongue slid along the narrow slit, up and down repeatedly, then her fingers slipped up and she gently pulled the soft, taut lips apart to reveal her pink inside.
Amanda whimpered, closing her eyes, then gasped in pleasure as Erin's tongue caressed the inside of her lips. Erin was bent far forward, and she raised her ass, spreading her legs excitedly as her tongue pushed into Amanda's pussy-hole and began to flutter around inside.
She pushed it in so far her lips were jammed against the woman's hot, wet sex, pumping it back and forth as Amanda moaned and panted. Then she licked upwards, easing the hood back and gently kissing her clitoris.
"Oh, God!" Amanda moaned.
Erin gently pushed a finger into the woman's pussy, feeling her hot, slick muscles clench down on it as her tongue licked delicately against her clitoris. Her hips began to grind and her breathing became even more ragged as she slumped down further. Erin licked harder, a second finger joining the first and sliding in to the knuckles, pumping slowly in and out as her tongue stroked against the blonde's clitty.
Amanda dropped a hand onto her head, squeezing a handful of thick brown hair as her head fell back and began to roll in orgasmic pleasure. She bucked upwards, slowly at first, a lewd, rolling, humping motion that became faster and more desperate with each passing second.
Erin slipped her lips around her clitty and sucked with a gentle, rhythmic action that grew stronger. Amanda's humping moved in time to the rhythm, then grew more frantic, outpacing it, her ass bouncing on the sofa as she cried out in pleasure.
Erin sucked harder, and Amanda let out a shout of wonder and bliss, her legs going around her head, bare feet jamming in against her shoulders as she humped up desperately, head jerking and thrashing from side to side as both hands pulled on Erin's head. Erin rose slowly, breathing heavily herself, elated at the look of bliss and languorous pleasure on Amanda's face. The blonde remained slumped back, a weary smile on her flushed face.
"Well, Amanda seems to have enjoyed that," Mike said.
Both men had rock-hard cocks then, Tom's thrusting upwards, Mike's still pushing against his shorts.
"Let's see, for the next hand for Erin, she goes all the way."
"Bet Amanda would like that," Mike growled.
But it was Amanda who lost the next hand, to Tom. She got up without a word, then bent over him as he spread his legs, staring hungrily at his thick cock.
She took a deep breath to steady herself, then took his cock in her small hand and squeezed it near the base. She pressed her lips against the shaft just above her fist and licked slowly upwards to the crown. Then slid down again, licking slowly around his cock, pulling it down to lick around the other side.
She raised her lips and formed them into an O, then pressed them against his helmet-headed cock and sank her mouth down, her lips sliding along his shaft as she moaned softly.
"Suck his cock, Mandy," Mike whispered. "Suck it, baby!" His wife moaned again, her lips sliding up Tom's cock, then down again.
Erin watched, enthralled, her fingers between her legs, rubbing against her wet pussy as she watched the blonde suck her husband off, watched her head bob up and down.
Tom sat back, legs spread, looking down. He reached down and slid his hands onto her head, sighing as he let his own head go back. She slipped her lips off and licked down his cock again, kissing and licking his balls as she pumped her fist on his shiny prick. Then she took it into her mouth again, bobbing faster, her cheeks pulling in as she sucked, her tongue slurping up and down as Tom groaned in pleasure and Mike's cock almost tore a hole in his shorts.
"Suck him off, baby," Mike whispered again, louder. "Suck him off, honey! Suck his cock!"
Tom began humping up into the blonde's face, his big hands pressing her down as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper. Then he cursed as he came, his come spurting up into her mouth.
Amanda sat back, gasping, looking half-dazed, half-excited. She turned and looked at Erin, then got to her feet and moved back to her seat.
Tom took a moment to get his breath back, then dealt another hand. Mike lost his shorts finally, and his cock poked into the air hungrily.
Then Erin lost to Mike. She looked towards Tom, her stomach churning, then towards Amanda, who had wide eyes.
Mike got up and came around the table, then reached for her hand. She took it uncertainly and he eased her forward off the sofa and onto the floor. Her heart pounded faster and faster as he pushed her down onto all fours then moved behind her.
She turned her head to one side to look at Tom and
Amanda, then shuddered, almost coming before Mike had even entered her. She felt his hands sliding up and down her body, squeezing her behind, then giving it a slap. She felt his cock then as he rubbed the head back and forth along her cleft. It sank in slowly, then pushed deep.
She gasped, her head going up and back, hair flying backwards. Then she sank forward again, groaning softly as Mike buried his prick inside her hot, churning belly, his hips pressing in hard against her ass.
His hands moved up her back, then down along her ribs to cup her hanging breasts. He squeezed them, then pushed them together, rubbing them against each other as he leaned forward over her. "Fucking hot," he gasped.
He eased back, then thrust in again, grinding his hips into her ass again.
Again, he pulled back, this time farther, and began to pump, his hips slapping into her behind as he used long, steady strokes. Erin grunted in pleasure, head going back as her eyes closed. She pushed back against him, reveling in the hard, steady pumping. She knew Tom was watching, knew he could see Mike's cock glisten with her juices as it moved in and out of her. She knew Amanda was watching, too, and felt a strange sense of victory over her.
She's watching her husband fuck another woman, she thought heavily. She's watching him paw and fondle and grope another woman, and all she can do is watch!
She opened her eyes, turning her head to see Tom and then Amanda, feeling shimmering waves of heat rolling up and down her body as she locked eyes with them and Mike continued to thrust into her.
Then she turned her eyes away, grunting louder, pushing back harder as the pleasure grew. Each new thrust sent a bolt of delicious sensory joy through her body, each slap of his hips against her buttocks made her insides squirm with pleasure.
She felt the climax sweep in around her, folding tighter and tighter around her body and mind, then shuddered as the pleasure blasted through her, as the orgasmic storm rose to a whirlwind and swept her up in its embrace.
She threw her ass back desperately, her pussy spasming and burning around Mike's plunging cock. He cursed, squeezing her breasts harder, his fingers sliding down and rubbing her nipples between them as he thrust in hard and fast.
"God, what a cunt!" he gasped, humping furiously now, riding the bucking, gasping, moaning woman for all he was worth.
He came with her, his come juice spewing down into her clutching, sucking, burning sex, his balls emptying their contents as he groaned in ecstasy.
The game, such as it was, was abandoned then. Not that it mattered, since Erin was almost certain Tom had been dealing off the bottom anyway.
Since both men had just come, Tom and Mike had the two women sit back on the sofa next to each other. They spread their legs wide, Amanda's left leg actually dropping across Erin's right, then the men crawled in between them, Mike licking Erin's pussy and Tom doing Amanda.
It was bizarre, but her stomach burned at it, turning to watch Tom lick another woman's pussy, then raising her eyes to see Amanda's hunger and excitement.
Side by side, the two women began to grind and hump, their breathing growing hotter and faster as the men licked.
Erin came first, with Mike's tongue slurping furiously at her clit. A minute later, Amanda came as well, humping and crying out her pleasure.
Tom then suggested Amanda shave her pussy hair. She agreed, but demanded Tom do it. So the other two watched as Tom shaved her bald. She was so aroused then that she could hardly keep her fingers away from her pussy, rubbing up and down delightedly. They retreated to the bedroom, all climbing into the king-sized bed. Tom was still setting the pace, and with Mike quickly agreeing, he suggested the two women make love while the men watched. Amanda gasped, but then agreed shyly.
Tom knelt on one side, Mike on the other as Amanda lay on her back and spread her legs wide. She shuddered as Erin crawled over her. Then she settled down, pressing her own soft, warm flesh against Amanda, who slipped her arms around her. Their breasts were crushed together as Erin spread her own legs, sliding her hands around Amanda's head, then leaning in to kiss her deeply.
As the kiss grew more intense, she began to slowly grind her pelvis, rolling her hips, raising and lowering her ass. Then she began to grind her pussy in against Amanda's, her breasts rolling back and forth as well.
Amanda groaned, her hands sliding up and down her back, then following the lines of her body as they stroked over her behind. She dug her fingers into the soft meat there and yanked down, pulling her in harder against her pussy.
"Look at them," Mike gasped. "Man, that's hot!"
Erin felt another, larger hand at her ass, squeezing and slapping it. Then she felt two fingers slip inside her pussy, pressing down against Amanda's cunt. She groaned and humped harder, feeling a hot, liquid pleasure pouring through her body.
Erin humped back harder, the two kissing passionately, tongues swirling and twirling, bodies rolling and bucking in hunger and need.
Amanda stiffened, then began to tremble and shake as an orgasm hit her. Erin continued to grind against her until she slowed her movements, but then, suddenly, she climaxed again, head rolling back, back arching. Again, she settled slowly, then came a third time, moaning and gurgling in pleasure as Erin rubbed her hot pussy down against her.
She came herself finally, jamming her breasts against Erin's hard, round mammaries, rubbing her pussy desperately as Amanda began to come yet again.
After resting briefly, she and Amanda sucked each other's husband hard again, then lay back side by side, drawing their legs up and back as the men thrust into them. The bed bounced and shook to the hard rutting motions as Mike pounded his hips down against her buttocks and Tom thrust deep into Amanda.
Soon, their ankles were pushed back over their heads and each man was thrusting in hard and fast as they came, and it was time to rest again.
Amanda and Erin winked at each other, though, recovering before their men. This time, Erin lay back and Amanda crawled atop her, rubbing their pussies and breasts together until they both came.
They then moved into a sixty-nine, each squeezing the other's soft ass cheeks as they rode their tongues up and down their dripping snatches. Erin pried the blonde's sex open with her thumbs, then sucked on her clitty as Amanda bounced and jerked beneath her. Then it was her turn to come as Amanda licked furiously at her clit.
The watching men became excited again and crawled to either side of the slurping women. Erin saw a pair of hairy legs and then a stiff cock over her head. It pushed down and in against Amanda's pussy even as another one pressed against her own.
It was Tom, and she watched from inches away as he began to fuck the groaning blonde. She licked at his shaft as it slid in and out, then turned her head slightly to lick at Amanda's clitty each time he pulled out.
Amanda began to come again-and again-and again, the woman exited beyond measure by her first experience with wife swapping.
Soon, the cock inside her made Erin come as well, and she humped up against it as Amanda tongued her throbbing, swollen clit.
After this second wife swapping evening, Erin felt oddly different. She felt more sophisticated, more seductive. She had a new roll to her hips when she walked. She found herself thinking of doing even more outrageous things, and found her inhibitions and fears shrinking.
The very next morning, as they sipped their morning coffee, Tom looked over his newspaper at her and cleared his throat.
"By the way, can you get off work tomorrow afternoon."
"Why?"
"Old man Robinson croaked and I have to go to his funeral."
"So?"
"Want to meet me at noon?"
"For the funeral? That doesn't sound very appealing."
"How about in a lewd little hotel just down the street from where you are? Then you can come to the funeral."
"A quickie before the funeral? You dirty young man."
She felt her pussy squeeze down on empty air and rubbed it against the chair.
"Exactly. Then we can go to the funeral and come home and fuck like bunnies."
"Well, now that sounds a little more appealing. I'm not sure I can get the afternoon off, though."
"Try, will you?"
She nodded.
It took some doing, but she did get the afternoon off, and that morning, Tom had made it abundantly clear he had some things planned for that day other than paying his respects for a man he'd described variously as a tightwad, a squirrelly old fart, and a mean-spirited, bitter old jerk.
For one thing he professed tiredness the evening before, and she was suspicious, given how he'd gotten her into a state of frustration before the thing with Neil and Kelly.
Since that day, in fact, she'd found her needs and desires growing as her fantasies became more and more lewd and frequent. There were all kinds of things she'd never really thought of doing, but now was actively considering, and that led to a high level of heat between her legs.
When she saw the things Tom had set out for her to wear to work the next morning, that heat grew even greater.
She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a thrill of sexual arousal. She took a deep breath, then took the easiest first.
That was a lacy black G-string. She'd never worn a G-string in her life. She felt the soft silk caressing her thighs as she pulled it on and up, and felt the narrow back pull up between her buttocks.
Next came the garter belt. She fastened it on easily enough, then pulled on the long black stockings and attached the garters, snapping them in place. Next came the corset, light and lacy black, with cups which lifted her big breasts up and together, almost displaying them rather than protecting.
The top of the corset ended just below her nipples, and they pushed out hungrily, fat and swollen.
She stepped into the black high heels with no difficulty, then examined herself in the mirror. Nobody at work would believe their eyes. They would never believe this was what she was wearing beneath her jacket and skirt.
She turned to pull on her skirt and Tom came into the room. She halted, posing for him, smiling while raising an eyebrow. "Gorgeous," he said. "But there's one thing missing."
"I'll bring the gloves in my briefcase and wear them at lunch."
"That wasn't what I meant."
He handed her a narrow box and smiled.
"I want you to wear this."
She looked at it in surprise, then opened it. Her eyes widened and she giggled. "A dildo?"
She lifted it out of its box, half-amused, half-amazed. It was quite life-like in appearance, very thick, and eight inches long. "Where would you like me to wear this?" she asked with a smile.
"Guess."
Her eyes went wider still.
"You're crazy," she said, her voice shocked but thrilled. "Bend over." "Tom!"
His eyes twinkled, but there was hunger in them.
She swallowed her complaints, then turned and bent over the bed, spreading her legs. He moved behind her, his fingers sliding up and down her pussy through the crotch of the G-string. Then he tugged the crotch aside, baring her naked pussy, and rubbed the head of the dildo against her.
She was already quite moist, and as he pushed in, she felt herself heating up more. The dildo made her pussy lips spread wide, and she gasped, shifting her feet further apart. It slid into her slowly, pushing through her tight pussy tunnel, inch after inch disappearing into her body until just the tip remained.
Then he pressed against that until that too was gone, and her labia closed once more.
He tugged the crotch of her G-string back in place and she stood up slowly.
"You think I'm going to go through the entire morning with this inside me?" she gasped.
"Think how hot you'll be by the time we meet at noon."
"I won't be able to concentrate on anything!"
"You'll have to try."
"Tom!"
"Erin!"
She looked at herself in the mirror again. The idea of wearing the dildo inside her while moving around her colleagues, of carrying on conversations without them having the slightest hint that a dildo was up inside her was just delicious. What a joke to play over them.
"I-I'll try," she gulped. "But I might wind up fucking my boss."
"Just so you fuck me at noon," he said, squeezing her breast.
She blew out a deep breath, then pulled on her blouse and did it up all the way. She slipped her skirt on and buttoned it, then drew on her jacket.
She would have to keep the jacket on, or her nipples would show, especially if they stayed as hard as they were now, but at least there was air conditioning at work.
She felt nervous in the elevator, wondering if anyone could possibly sense the sexual arousal she felt, if the scent of her pussy could waft up to tell them all that she was such a hot, wanton woman that she had a dildo up inside her.
Every movement reminded her of this, and she walked carefully to the car, feeling the base of the dildo pushing against her pubic lips, bending over farther than necessary unlock the door, just so the dildo would twist inside her.
She sat down gingerly in the car, but even so, the seat pushed up against her pussy, which pushed up against the dildo, easing it higher inside her.
It was going to be a long morning, she thought.
She started the car and pulled out of the garage. Every time the car went over a bump, though, she felt a push against her pussy, and the dildo jerked a little inside her.
She arrived at work and pulled her hair back, then hesitated. She tied it off in a loose ponytail, not the tight bun she usually used, and left some bangs falling across the side of her head and her forehead.
Wearing the dark business suit, she then got out of the car, feeling the dildo shift as her body straightened. It was tight inside her, and there was a full sensation as she walked along. She could feel a slickness in her pussy, though, and even as tight as it was, she worried it might fall out.
And wouldn't that shock the people she worked with!
She knew that couldn't happen, that, even without the G-string, her pussy was tight around the dildo, but the idea made her walk carefully.
She thought about going into the bathroom and removing it, but where would she then put it? She could put it in her purse, but then she'd have to watch it like a hawk for fear someone would find it. The same went for her desk.
It was safer where it was, she decided.
She got off the elevator and walked past the receptionists with a nod, then went down the hall and unlocked the door to her small office.
"Erin, Mr. Maxwell wants to see you."
She looked up and saw Jan Bradley and nodded. "Okay. Thanks," she said.
Jan turned and Erin's eyes moved over her body, wondering what she would be like in bed. Then Jan disappeared.
It was impossible not to feel aroused with the dildo inside, her and the thought of what would come at noon, but she tried her best, getting her case files and going up the hall to her boss's office.
The door was open and Barry Jones was already inside talking with Maxwell. Her mind flashed to a two-on-one, with the three of them, then she shook her head and cleared it, trying to keep her mind on business.
"Ah, Erin, come in," Maxwell said. "I'd like you to take on a case. Barry was doing it, but he's got to bow out."
He picked up a case file and tossed it to her. "Name is Ken Fitch. He's a smuggler."
"Drugs?" she said automatically. "Jewels."
She nodded and took the file back to her office, stopping to pick up a coffee on the way, then looked through the file. It was fairly skimpy, and she made a face, then phoned Corrections to make sure he was available for a visit.
She tried to work on some other things, but found it hard to concentrate. She kept squirming in her chair, and with the base of the dildo filling her, her pussy became warmer and wetter around it. Her nipples felt hard and sensitive against the inside of her shirt, and she felt hot, but didn't dare remove her blazer.
Finally, she decided to go down to Corrections and visit Fitch. As usual, the jail guards searched her briefcase, then ran a metal detector over her before letting her into a small spare room. There was nothing in it but a small table and four chairs.
She waited for a minute, then the door was opened and Fitch was brought in.
Her mind started to hum the moment she saw him, but it had been humming a lot that morning. Fitch was placed in a chair across from her, with one hand handcuffed to the table, then the guard left and closed the door.
She had been alone with male prisoners many times before, but today she felt her insides purring like a cat as she gazed across the table at him and tried to keep her face expressionless.
"You're representing yourself, Mr. Fitch?"
"Yes," he said. "I don't intend to waste my money on some bloody lawyer, nor will I trust my future to some novice half a year out of law school."
Fitch was a slim man, but with a handsome face and glinting blue eyes, and she was instantly attracted to him. He had a thick Australian accent, as well, and she licked her lips mentally.
"I've been given your case. I'm assistant district attorney Kingston."
His eyes looked her up and down briefly and approvingly.
"Well, ain't I the lucky one."
"Yes. You are. I'd like to make you a deal."
"You would, would you?"
"Yes, I want the jewels."
"Fond of jewels, you lasses."
"We certainly are. According to this file, there were two very valuable diamonds stolen with the rest of the jewels you were caught smuggling. We want to know where they are."
"I'm sure you would, lass. They'd look lovely on you."
"In return, I'll let you plead to something minor that will have you out of jail in no time."
"Such as?"
She shrugged and smiled. "Nine, ten years."
"I don't think so."
"With your record, you could wind up with twenty."
"In an American prison? I think not, my dear. Twenty years sentence in America means you get at least two full meals before you're eligible for parole." He leaned forward and winked. "And parole boards love me."
"God knows why." She rolled her eyes.
"It's the women, y'see. They think I'm sexy."
"You?" She snorted.
"Oh, I am. Come on, honey, don't tell me you wouldn't like a roll in the sack with me."
"You couldn't handle me, pal," she said.
He grinned wolfishly.
"I would love to handle you, honey."
"I've heard that before."
"I'm sure you have."
"So, what kind of a deal would you like?"
He grinned again. "Say two years, and give me a lap dance."
"A lap dance, huh?"
He grinned. "You don't have to strip completely, of course. Just doff the skirt."
"You're a sexist pig."
She squeezed her pussy down around the dildo.
"I know. So what do you say?"
"Ten years, and maybe I'll give you a kiss."
He smirked.
"Three and a blow job."
"Dirty-minded pig."
She smiled coolly, then unbuttoned her blazer and let her arm pull it open. His eyes immediately dropped to her chest, and the easily visible nipple pushing out against her blouse. His eyes widened and he licked his lips.
"Now, that looks inviting," he growled.
"I haven't invited you to anything yet, honey," she said. "I might take five years with that lap dance."
She ran her tongue along her lower lip, then fingered the top button of her blouse. It popped open, and he swallowed, staring. She fingered the next button, and that opened, too.
She felt her heart pounding and her pussy throbbing. She didn't know how far she was going to go with this, but wanted him badly. The dildo was a hot, pulsing live thing inside her.
Her creamy cleavage appeared as her blouse parted, and he growled softly.
"Now, Mr. Fitch, I'm sure we can make a better deal than that," she purred, sliding another button out of its hole.
Her blouse parted further, and he saw the black corset and then her nipples.
"Wow," he said, jaw dropping as he stared at her.
She spread the blouse open and he jerked forward, brought up short by his handcuff.
"I didn't say you could touch," she said with a smile.
"You're a real cock-tease, honey," he said.
"I know. I can do a lot with cocks, not just tease them." She inhaled deeply and her breasts thrust out against the corset.
"You always dress like that at work."
"Always," she breathed.
She stood up, then leaned forward across the table. Her breasts thrust out at him and he whistled as he gaped. "like what you see, honey."
"Oh, yeah."
She smiled, her insides melting, her chest feeling like electricity was crackling through it. She straightened, then turned to one side, lifting her leg and putting her foot on the back of another chair. She bent forward and slid her hands down to her knee, where the hem of her skirt was, then eased it up slowly, taking the hem with it.
She drew the skirt up to where her garter was, then higher still, turning her hip, then easing the dress up to her hip. She half-turned, exposing a round bare ass, then slid her hand up and down against it.
"I love women who wear G-strings," he growled.
"Don't all men?" she asked, smiling.
She let her leg down and turned her back to him, lifting her skirt up and rolling her hips. She felt like a tramp, but loved it. She felt wild and sluttish, and crazy.
"Bet you'd like to get your hands on this" she teased, her ass grinding back slowly.
"Oh, yeah! Would I ever!"
She giggled, then turned around. She eased the skirt down below her crotch, then slipped a finger beneath and tugged the crotch of her G-string aside.
"So, how about it, baby?" she whispered. "Eight years?"
"You're just teasing me anyway," he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Am I?"
She bore down on the dildo, pushing it outwards. She felt the base slowly pushing her pussy lips out and apart, and spread her legs further.
"Think I'm really just teasing?"
She pushed down harder, and the dildo eased out of her. She felt it against her fingers and grabbed it with thumb and forefinger, then pulled it down and out.
His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged as he saw the thick pink dildo glistening wetly in her hands.
"Holy shit!"
She lifted the dildo up, giving him a leer as she slid it between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts together around it as she pumped it in and out, then bent over, kissing the head.
"Ah, uh, four years," he gulped.
She felt a deep heat between her legs and moved forward, pushing his chair back with her foot, then straddling it and sitting in his lap. He stared at her breasts, then reached up with his one free hand, fingers trembling slightly as he pushed them against the firm, warm flesh.
"Tell me where the diamonds are, Kenny," she whispered, breathing into his ear.
She caught his wrist, pushing it back, and ground herself down on his crotch, feeling his rock-hard erection beneath her.
"Do you want me, baby?" she whispered.
"Fuck, yeah!"
"Tell me where the diamonds are."
"They...they're in the false bottom of my shoes!" he blurted before burying his face in her breasts.
"The ones you were wearing when you were arrested?"
He moaned and nodded, squeezing one breast as he licked and suckled on the other.
She smiled and stroked his hair, then reached down to undo his pants, pulling his cock up and out and rubbing it against her belly.
"Eight years," she whispered.
"N-n-nooo," he gasped.
She rose slightly, easing her skirt up enough to get his cock under it and rubbed the head up and down the moist, warm lips of her pussy.
"Okay! Okay!" he cried.
She sank down on him, groaning in delight as his thick meat pushed up through the soft heat of her body.
It felt so good to have him inside her, she just clung to him and trembled for long seconds. Then she took several deep breaths and began to roll and grind her hips.
There was just no comparing a dildo and a real cock, she thought, her leg muscles straining now as she began to pull herself upwards.
Fitch continued sucking desperately on her breasts as she rose and fell again and again. Her insides were dripping, and she could feel the slickness of his cock as she rode it, could feel her heaving stomach as it fluttered with glee around the pumping tool. It felt like an itch she'd been longing to scratch had finally been satisfied, and she grabbed his shoulders and hung on as she rode faster and faster, gasping and moaning, her buttocks slapping down on his thighs as she took his cock into her with frantic need. She came with a crescendo of sensory bliss, burying her face in his neck, chewing and sucking on his throat to keep from screaming out loud, her pussy milking his cock of every drop of juice as her insides burned with ecstasy.
She slid off him then, staggering back against the table. She picked up the dildo, then shoved it back inside her, gasping and panting at the still simmering heat within her body. She tugged the crotch of the G-string back in place, smoothed her clothes, then moved back to her chair.
Fitch looked dazedly down at the table, groaning. "Eight years it is," she said, feeling like a wild slut and wondering where her self-control had gone. He groaned in response.
CHAPTER SEX
Screwing Fitch was an insane thing to do. Someone could have walked in on them, and where would that have put her?
He would almost certainly tell everyone about it, but few would believe. Still, it was insane, and before her introduction to Neil and Kelly, she wouldn't have dreamed of doing it.
Well, she might have dreamed of it, but she never would have done it.
Now, though, with every new sexual experiment she felt bolder and wilder and less caring of consequences. Fucking Neil had been a breakthrough moment for her. Doing the same to Kelly had been just as wild. Even doing it in the elevator had been a shock. She felt her inhibitions melting away with every passing day, and wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Sooner or later this new Erin Kingston would be noticed by friends and co workers, and she doubted they would think her much of an improvement.
But her mind was filled with all manner of wild things she wanted to try, almost all of them involving some risk or another. An orgy! Imagine being at an orgy! With Kelly and Neil and Amanda and Mike, they would have enough. Wasn't six enough people? Of course Amanda and Kelly didn't get along, but, surely, she could do something about that.
The mere thought of going to an orgy was enough to make her pussy steam. But there were other things as well, all of them cluttering her mind as they fought for interest.
Certainly, she had no intention of going back to the ordinary sex she had with Tom. It hadn't been bad, of course, but it just didn't compare to the thrill she was getting from doing such...forbidden, wicked things.
A two-on-one, Tom had said. Perhaps a three-on-one, or a five-on-one. Maybe even she would like to try a gang bang like Kelly had. She thought about having all the men in the office gathered around her on a bed, her wearing a mask so they couldn't see her face. They would all think she was some wild whore, maybe someone paid, a prostitute. They'd never imagine in a million years it was her.
Decent, moral ladies didn't act like that, after all, nor respectable attorneys.
But maybe she was tired of being respectable, maybe she wanted to wear leather and short skirts and act like a slut!
She wondered what Tom would do if she showed up for the funeral in a leather miniskirt
She had bought a miniskirt once, years ago, but had been scandalized by it and could never bring herself to wear it outside. She'd tossed it away a few months later.
Now, she felt like going shopping and buying a whole new wardrobe, all of scandalous, exciting, seductive clothing that would make men stare.
On the other hand, she thought wryly, her normal office attire would pass quite well at a funeral.
She met Tom in the lobby of the hotel, a hotel which was less than impressive, as far as she was concerned.
The meeting was odd, though, and unexpected. For one thing, he shook her hand.
"You're Erin?" he asked, his voice loud.
She stared at him in confusion.
"Uhm, yeah," she said.
"Two hundred dollars. Right?"
He handed her two hundred dollar bills and smiled.
"I got a room already. Let's go upstairs. I don't have a lot of time."
She blinked in confusion, then her jaw dropped as he pulled her towards the elevator.
"I hope you're worth this much," he said.
"You're getting a bargain, buster," she replied.
The elevator doors closed and she slapped his chest.
"You bastard!" she said in delight.
"Maybe you'll get some customers when you walk out," he said with a leer.
"Serve you right if I accept them. And I'm keeping this!" she said, holding up the bills, then shoving them into her purse. "Well, then you really better be worth it."
"Worth it? Would you give up a couple of diamonds worth a half a million dollars for two minutes with me?"
"Ah, no, I wouldn't."
"What about several years of your life?'
"You're good, baby, but..."
"Well, for your information, a man did just that this morning." She was slightly nervous telling him at first, but when it became obvious he was more excited by what she'd done than jealous, she relaxed.
In fact, he made her play out the whole thing for him as he sat at a little table in the hotel room, watching as she exposed her breasts, slid her skirt up, then eased the dildo out from beneath.
"You did that? God!" he gasped.
"He never knew what hit him," she said proudly.
"But won't he tell?"
"Who'd believe him?"
"You little slut!"
"You bet," she said smugly.
"You owe me for that!"
"Owe you?" she purred, sliding her naked breasts against his chest. "Oh, yeah."
He stood up, then took her hand and led her to the bathroom. A massage table had been placed inside, filling the room.
"Oho! So this is what you had planned," she said with a smirk. "Yes. I was going to give you a massage to relieve all the tension you'd gotten all morning long, but now that you've taken care of the problem, I think I'm the one who deserves the massage."
"I thought it was a washing?"
"It's both. Soap up, soap lady."
"Soap lady," she said with a snort.
"I thought you didn't have much time, mister," she said.
"I'll make time, baby."
They both stripped, then he lay down on his stomach on the low table. Erin climbed past and stood in the bathtub, tied her hair up, then let the shower play over her body for a minute before soaping herself up. She rubbed layer after layer of soap over herself, then stepped carefully out of the tub, carrying the soap. She leaned over him, feeling a hot, moist ache in the pit of her belly, then poured some hot water over his shoulders. Her soapy hand followed, sliding lightly along his skin.
She poured more water, a trail of it going down his spine and then over his behind, then straddled the bench and sat down, rubbing her soapy behind against his, rolling it from side to side, and pouring the rest of the water over his back.
"This is kinky," she said, giggling.
She let herself slide slowly up his back, then back again before leaning forward and pressing her big breasts against him. She rubbed them up and down as her hands stroked along his ribs, then up over his arms.
Her body moved back and forth, sliding easily on the slick soap. Her breasts formed themselves to his firm back, sliding back and forth, being squeezed one way, then the other, caressed by his soapy body as the nipples sizzled and burned.
Her legs were spread, her bare pussy rubbing against his body, the soap making the sensation delicious. Her blood raced as her hands moved down his shoulders and arms, squeezing his biceps, and she slid her breasts up against the back of his neck, squeezing them around him.
She stood up, her feet bracing herself, and slid her crotch up his spine, up against his shoulders, then up along his neck, rubbing herself there, giggling, her fingers rubbing at his temples before she slid herself backwards.
She reached beneath him and felt his hardness, her fingers stroking against it.
"No fair cheating," he said. "You don't get to touch that until I roll over."
"Roll over then," she panted.
"You haven't done my legs yet."
She sniffed, then slid down along his legs, then bent, letting the sides of her arms squeeze her breasts together as she slid them along his leg, the nipples sparking like live electric wires as they moved against his dry flesh.
She slid down off the bench, rubbing her breasts against his feet and ankles, and he rolled over, almost sitting up to watch as she smirked at him.
He wiggled his toes between her breasts, and she stood, letting his foot slide down her belly and between her legs. He rubbed at her bare cleft with his big toe, and she spread her legs and sighed in pleasure.
"Toe fucking. There's a new concept," he said.
She filled up the cup with hot water and straddled him, walking forward before sitting down on his crotch.
"I don't think there's anything new except maybe to us," she said, pouring the water over her breasts as she rubbed them with her hand, feeling the soap going instantly slippery again as the water splashed down her belly and onto his crotch and stomach. She dropped the cup and leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against him as she rode her pussy back and forth against his crotch.
His hands came up around her and squeezed her soapy ass, their lips meeting at last as the thrill of the unique game made her body tingle with desire.
"Do you...know what I want to do?" he panted.
"I think so," she groaned, nibbling on his ear lobe and chewing along the nape of his neck.
"I doubt it."
One of his fingers rubbed at her wrinkled little anal opening, then pushed against it. She gasped, raising her head and staring at him as his fingers squirmed down into her ass-hole.
"Tommy!"
He leered up at her, the tip easing into her to the first joint, then the second. She wiggled uncertainly, feeling the oddity of his finger inside her ass, feeling it wiggle deeper.
"You have a fantastic ass," he whispered. "I want to fuck you there."
She had never even considered doing something like that. And he had never asked, perhaps knowing what her reaction would have been.
But now-now things were different, and the fluttering sexual need within her was founded on wickedness, outrageousness and daring, on doing new things that made her think of herself as a wild, wanton woman.
"You bastard," she whispered.
His finger pushed into her to the knuckle and twisted inside her, pressing this way and that. She gasped as it slid back, then pushed forward again.
"An ass like yours needs a cock in it, Erin. Do you know how many times I've looked at your ass and wished I could shove my prick into it? Do you know how many men have stared at this perfect ass over the years and imagined themselves buried to the balls inside it?"
His words were hypnotic, depraved, and deliciously scandalous. They made her think of legions of men watching her ass and fantasizing about doing her there.
His finger pumped slowly in and out and she groaned, rubbing her pussy against him.
"All...right," she gasped.
"Not like this!" he panted, sitting up, squeezing her, pulling her chest in against his and kissing her deeply.
He pushed her back, then got up, turning her around. She knelt on the bench, her ass raised, quivering inside her as he moved behind and slid his hands over her ass. He cupped her pussy and rubbed his hand against it, then hesitated.
"I thought about it another way," he whispered. "All the times I dreamed about doing you in the ass."
She rose and turned to look at him, and he grinned and helped her off the bench, then into the tub.
"In the tub?"
"Yeah."
He pushed her against the wall, her breasts flattening against the hard tiles and pillowing out. Her arms rose and widened and she spread her legs as he rubbed his erection up and down between her buttocks.
"God, you're sexy!" he whispered, his hands moving along her body.
She shuddered as she felt his finger push slowly up into her ass, then pump in and out. It pulled back, and she felt both his hands, fingers spread, stroking and caressing her ass. She giggled nervously, rolling her hips and pushing her ass back at him. He slapped it and she yelped, then giggled again.
His finger probed inside, sliding back and forth fairly easily. It was a new sensation, and she sighed, pressing herself harder against the wall, rubbing her breasts against it as he added a second finger. A moment later, the fingers came out and she felt something much larger pushing against her.
She braced herself, trying to relax her muscles, feeling the pressure mounting against her ass-hole as his cock pushed harder and harder. She felt herself spreading open, gasped as his cockhead pushed into her. There was no actual pain, just a strained sensation as he pushed deeper.
"God, you're tight," he whispered.
He eased in only a couple of inches, then stopped and pulled back. He was patient, and every time her ass clamped down, he halted and then eased back, giving her time to adjust. As his cock moved deeper, she felt a kind of cramping and fullness inside her. "Oohhh!" she gasped, spreading her legs more.
"You like that?"
"It feels...funny."
"Don't laugh."
She giggled, then gasped as he pushed several more inches up her ass.
"Oh, that's deep!" she gasped.
"More to come, baby," he said, kissing the nape of her neck. His hands slid over her ass, then up her sides to slide between her breasts and the wall. His fingers squeezed and stroked her swollen breasts, sliding through the thick layer of soap to pinch and roll her outraged nipples.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me in the ass!"
He thrust forward again and she gasped as a cramp bit into her stomach, then she felt his balls up against her buttocks and moaned in excitement, realizing she had almost his entire cock buried in her ass.
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "I can't believe your whole cock is in my ass!"
"Not all of it."
He eased slowly back and pumped in and out, then thrust in until his balls were pressed up hard against the underside of her buttocks. She groaned and writhed against the wall, feeling impaled on his stiff cock, her insides twisting and tumbling as she arched her back.
"Oh! Oh!"
"Yeah!"
"It's all inside me."
"Every fucking inch!"
She gasped and shuddered, rolling her hips experimentally, feeling his stiff cock deep inside her. She was breathing in short, sharp gasps as his fingers worked her nipples.
Then he began to roll his hips, grinding them into her ass, twisting the cock around inside its tight passage as she whimpered and gasped.
He let her anal muscles get used to his size, then began to pump. His hands slid up from her breasts, squeezing against the backs of her hands, fingers entwined against the wall, then his hips started to work in and out, his cock pumping inside her rectum.
At first, he moved slowly, but as her muscles relaxed he picked up the pace, sliding easily through the tight, slippery anal tube, the soap easing the way as his hips began to slap against her wet, soapy buttocks. His body crushed her against the wall as he jammed himself deep and ground himself against her.
Her breasts burned and ached and throbbed, and she moaned in delight, pushing her ass back while rubbing her breasts even harder against the tiles.
His cock pumped faster still, then his hands came down her arms, one sliding around her to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, and the other sliding down her belly, two fingers extended, searching out her clitty.
"Oh!" she gasped.
He started rubbing at her clitoris in time to his thrusts, and she bucked back frantically, gasping for breath as the sexual storm overtook her and howled through her mind. Her ass-hole spasmed and squeezed and she slammed herself back against his plunging cock, gasping and crying out in pleasure as the fiery sex heat blew through her aching body.
His hands jerked down, gripping the insides of her thighs, muscles bunching as he jerked her legs up and wide, slamming his cock even deeper, lifting her to her toes as his balls exploded and he poured thick, creamy wads of juice up into Erin's burning ass-hole.
She would have liked to have more time, but they were due at the funeral. Tom wanted her to keep the dildo up inside her but, thinking of those hard benches at church, she put it into her purse instead.
That was just as well, because Tom decided to hide her G-string, and it wasn't until after they left the hotel that he told her he'd left it in the hotel's nightstand.
"Let the poor schmuck who opens that drawer see what he's missing," he said.
The funeral was as boring as she'd thought it would be. All the younger lawyers and their wives did their best to act mournful in front of the senior partners, dour old men, for the most part, and nobody that she could see really cared much for the recently deceased.
While Tom made small talk with the other lawyers she looked around at the people, and her eyes focused in on a young brunette leaning against a tree. She was a petite young woman, with shoulder-length brown hair and a cynical look on her small face. Erin guessed her to be about twenty.
She was dressed in tight black jeans, black running shoes, a black tank top and a black blazer, and was carefully examining her nails.
When Tom was free, she poked him in the side and nodded towards the young woman.
"Who's that?' she asked.
"Oh her. That's Nicole...Nicky, the old man's granddaughter. She's a university student, pre-law."
"She's...pretty."
"Very pretty. Half the guys in the office would love to get into her pants. But she has this attitude...actually, the attitude is half of why everyone wants to get her."
"What kind of attitude?"
"She's got a really high IQ, and tends to mock people a lot. She has this look...it's like rolling your eyes at someone, only without rolling them, if you can figure out what I mean. Anyway, she's been known to send people running with red faces just from a look. She makes fun of people a lot. She can be a real bitch."
"She works at the office?"
"Part-time. She's a law clerk. I suppose she's not a total bitch. I haven't really had much trouble with her. But she can really cut you down if she figures you're dorky or stupid."
"And you haven't had trouble with her?" She stared at him in surprise, and he glared.
She laughed and turned to look at the young woman again. Nicole turned at the same time and their eyes met. Nicole raised her eyebrows and smirked a little, but Erin didn't turn her face away. She just smiled slightly, knowingly for several seconds, then deepened her smile and looked away.
"Would you like to do her?" she asked softly.
"You kidding? I'd love to give it to her. I'd love to do her in the ass, too, snotty little punk."
"You make it sound like sex is a punishment," she said.
"Well...no, that's not what I mean," he said in confusion. She sniffed, not replying. She knew exactly what he meant. like a lot of men, he thought screwing a woman was conquering her. He might not think it consciously, but it was there.
She wondered if he'd think the same if he'd seen Fitch earlier that morning in the interview room.
She turned back to see the young woman looking at her, and smiled. Nicole turned away, then drew on a pair of narrow sunglasses and lit a cigarette.
"She's just so cool," she said with a grin.
"Yeah, well, they all think that in college."
"I wonder if she's ever had a woman."
He laughed and shook his head. "You've had one afternoon with a woman and you've become an expert?"
"Well...not an expert," she said, frowning.
"Don't even try her. She'll cut you to ribbons with her sharp tongue."
"I'm thinking she could put that tongue to better use," she said.
He rolled his eyes and led her on to another small group of lawyers.
They went inside the church, for the funeral service. Nicole sat solemnly at the front of the church next to a middle-aged man Erin presumed was her father.
Afterwards was more gossip and chatting with lawyers outside, then Tom motioned her towards the parking lot as everyone started for their cars.
"Over here."
He pointed at a limousine. She eyed him in surprise.
"I rented one. It's a long boring drive to the cemetery. Besides, I figured it would look respectful to the senior partners."
"Brown-nose."
"Inside, brat."
She smiled at the chauffeur, who smiled back, eyes flicking briefly up and down.
The man was tall and well-built, his black skin gleaming in the sunshine as he held the door. She felt a sudden shock hit her belly as she thought about having sex with a black man, about a thick, gleaming black cock sliding into her pussy, or into her mouth. She immediately knew it was going to be something she would have to try.
The man closed the door behind them and she watched him walk around the car.
"I just had this incredibly horny thought," she whispered. "About fucking the chauffeur?"
She grinned and he laughed.
"I've never done a black man."
"Honey, you've never done anyone but me, up until the last little while anyway. Yeah, I think I'd like to see you with a black guy, too.
The chauffeur got in front of them and he stopped talking. Erin looked around the car curiously, leaned forward and pressed a button. A clear window slid up from the back of the seat in front of them, shutting them off from the front. She pressed it again and it slid down.
The chauffeur eyed them in the mirror and she caught his eyes with hers, looking back brazenly until he moved his eyes away. "Don't play with things, honey," Tom said, a little embarrassed.
She turned and grinned at him. "That's not what you usually say," she said coyly.
She pressed another button and a darkened glass slid up between the chauffeur and them.
"Oh, cool. He can't see us?"
"Uh, I don't think so. But you should put it down. He might think we're being rude."
"Maybe he thinks we're doing something naughty," she said, leaning forward.
"I can see through this. Maybe he can, too."
"It's made so you can see through it a little, but he can't from his side."
"You sure?"
"Positive. What are you thinking?" he asked suspiciously. She grinned and slouched down, sliding her skirt up her legs. "You're crazy," he said, grinning.
"I know."
She raised it above her hips, spreading her legs, staring at the back of the chauffeur's head. "You sure he can't see."
"Yes."
"I almost wish he could."
She slid her hand into her crotch rubbing at her pussy as she stared at the chauffeur.
"I can always lower it if you want."
She giggled, then leaned forward, unbuttoning her shirt. She opened it and pressed her breasts against the glass before Tom pulled her back.
"Just because he can't see you doesn't mean someone coming alongside us might not!" he said.
She laughed out loud, then buttoned her shirt again and slid her skirt down. She pressed the button and the glass slid back into the seat.
As before, the chauffeur looked at her in the mirror. She winked and grinned, and he looked away.
"He probably thinks you're nuts," Tom whispered in her ear. They drove on to the cemetery, then got out and gathered by the grave, listening to a Bishop say nice things about the man, looking suitably solemn for the partners and other lawyers there. Erin leaned over and pressed her mouth to Tom's ear.
"I wonder what it'd be like to make it in a coffin," she whispered, her tongue shooting out briefly, then coming back as she pulled her lips away.
He turned and gave her a reproachful look, then tried to look solemn again.
She reached up and squeezed his behind and he knocked her hand down.
She sighed, bored, and looked away, then frowned as she saw Nicole walking back up the street.
"Why is she leaving?" she whispered, pointing.
He turned and looked, then shrugged. "She's always having arguments with her parents. Probably had as much of them as she could take today.
After the service, Tom wanted to hang around again, but she led him quickly to the limo, which then pulled out and headed back to town.
"What were you in such a hurry for?" he demanded.
She winked and he grinned.
"Oh. You never stop, do you?"
"Nope. Not lately."
CHAPTER SEVEN
They pulled out of the cemetery and stared back along the narrow highway. A small black-outfitted woman walked alongside the road up ahead. She tugged Tom's sleeve and pointed.
"Don't be crazy," he said.
She leaned forward and tapped on the seat. "Pull over next to that young woman, please," she asked.
"You're nuts," he said. "Trying to be nice to Nicky Maxwell is like trying to pet a lion. You don't know whether she'll purr or claw your eyes out."
The limo pulled over and she rolled the window down. Nicole stopped and looked at them through her dark glasses.
"Hey, you want a ride?" she called.
"I got legs," the young woman replied.
"You got arms, too, but I don't see you crawling on all fours." She pushed open the door and looked at Nicole. After looking back for a moment, the young woman shrugged and climbed in next to her, then closed the door.
"Nice outfit," Erin said as the limo pulled back onto the road.
"Yeah, well, casual is in for mourning this year. Anyway, I don't think the old man noticed."
"No, probably not. I'm Erin. You probably know Tom."
Nicole nodded.
"Sorry for your loss."
"Yeah, well, the old man was okay sometimes." She paused. "Of course, most of the time he was a senile old son of a bitch. Right, Tommy?"
Tom cleared his throat and didn't answer.
"That your father you were sitting next to?" Erin asked.
"Yeah. I thought I'd give him a treat."
Nicole slumped back and took off her sunglasses. She had the greenest eyes Erin had ever seen.
"You don't get along."
"Never have. He's used to giving orders and having people jump. I never jumped very well."
"Comes from being so short," Erin said.
Nicole gave her a look. "You ain't exactly a giant yourself." Erin grinned and shrugged.
"You're taking law, huh?"
"Yeah. It's the only way my old man will approve of me screwing people."
"And you get paid for it."
"And I get paid for it. Lawyers are the only people who can get paid for screwing people, well, legally."
"You like to screw people."
"Sure...I'm a lawyer, too."
"Figures. I hear they breed like rabbits."
"It's the money. Good for reproductive systems." Nicole nodded.
"Those real?" she asked, pointing at Erin's chest. "Yeah. I won't ask about yours." Nicole snorted. She looked to be a 34 at best, and maybe a B cup.
"I do okay for my size. I'd hate to be top heavy and keep falling over."
"Sometimes, that can lead to interesting experiences."
"I suppose. I doubt Daddy would approve."
"My father hasn't approved of a thing I've done since I lost my virginity in college."
"You waited past 18? He ought to be grateful."
"I waited for Tom," she said.
"You're kidding me. You were a virgin bride?"
"Well, no."
Nicole snorted. "Still, he's, like, the only guy you've ever fucked."
"No."
Nicole frowned in confusion. "What do you do, cheat on him?"
"We have an understanding," she said. "Sometimes, if I want to...experiment with someone or other..." She raised her hand and ran her fingers along the lapel of Nicole's jacket, "Tommy understands."
Nicole blinked and, for a moment, the look of cool disdain on her face was replaced by a wide-eyed understanding and surprise. She looked down at he fingers on her lapel and opened her mouth to talk, then closed it uncertainly.
"Uhm, you can let me out here," she said, pointing at a crossroads up ahead."
"Sure now? We could drive you home?"
"A limo shows up in my neighborhood and everyone figures it's the mob," she said, shaking her head. "I'll get off here and catch the subway."
Erin signaled the driver to stop and the young woman got out, gave her another hesitant look, then closed the door and walked off. "You're nuts," Tom said.
"She doesn't strike me as the gossipy type."
"No, but still..."
"Drive on," she called to the chauffeur."
She rolled the glass up then, the clear glass, and settled back in her seat. "I think she's interested. Just give her a little time."
"Fucking Nicky Maxwell," he said, shaking his head, "Wouldn't that be a claim to fame."
"Not if her daddy found out."
"Oh, right, well...uh, what are you doing?"
She was sliding her hand up and down on his thigh as he talked, and at his question, snuggled up close to him, sliding her hand in to cup his crotch.
"Ever think about fucking in the back of a limousine, Tommy?" she purred.
"Uh, well, Erin..." He looked nervously at the driver. "He doesn't know who you are. Anyway, he can't see...everything..."
She kissed him softly, her tongue flitting out and dancing along his lip as she kneaded his growing bulge in clear sight of the driver. He kissed back, his hand rising to stroke and squeeze her breast, and he turned in against her, pushing her back as his hand slid down between her legs.
"So you want to show off, do you?" he whispered.
She smiled excitedly, slumping down as his hand moved beneath her skirt, then up the inside of her thigh to cup her bare sex. She gasped at the heat that poured into her as his fingers ran up and down along the bald little cleft.
He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, then worked his other hand inside, caressing her bare breasts and pinching the nipples. Erin moaned softly, her eyes rising to the mirror and meeting the wide eyes of the chauffeur, then turning away with a shudder. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out harder as his mouth trailed down to them, and he began sucking on her nipples.
"Oh, baby," she groaned. "Suck my nipples! He's watching us!"
"He's seeing what a hot, sexy woman you are," he growled, sliding her skirt up high, baring her pussy and fingering her moistening hole.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Let him watch you fuck me!"
"Let him watch you, not me," he breathed.
He half lifted her so she was sitting on him, straddling him, facing the front. She gasped, her breasts jiggling as Tom positioned her ass back against his crotch and opened his pants. "Oh, God! I'm gonna come!" she squealed.
She stared over the driver's shoulder, her eyes flitting to the mirror every few seconds to reassure herself he was watching. She spread her legs wide as Tom lifted her skirt up over her hips, and she burned with excitement as the chauffeur's eyes caught sight of her lewdly shaved pussy.
Then Tom's cock was pushing against her. She lifted herself up a little with his help, and grunted as he pierced her, gasping for breath as she sank down onto his cock.
She knew the driver's mirror would give him a straight view of her naked sex and Tom's stiff prick sliding up into it, and the mental image made her mind twist and squirm even as his cock pushed higher and higher into her belly.
"Oh, fuck!" she panted. "Fuck me!"
Tom gripped her ass and began lifting her up and down while she pressed her hands down against his thighs and tried to do the same. She spread her legs more, then brought her feet up and back, her heels against her hips as she knelt there.
Cars were passing by them now as they entered the city's core, but the risk only made things more exciting. She bounced atop Tom's cock, rising and falling, sliding up and down his hard erection as his hands rose and cupped her fat breasts, squeezing them together. "I-I bet he'd love to fuck me!" she panted. "I bet he wishes he was back here, shoving his big black cock into me!"
"I almost wish I was up there watching that," he hissed, a hand coming around to rub at her clitty.
She squealed at the thought, bouncing higher and higher, almost rising off his cockhead several times as her breasts shook and her head rolled from side to side.
Then she came, the pleasure a searing wall of white light and heat as her body trembled and writhed.
Her head fell way back as her breasts thrust out hotly and her cunt sucked and pulled at his stiff boner.
Moments later, his cock exploded inside her body and her spasming hole sucked him dry as he cursed and mauled her breasts desperately.
She fell off him as his arms collapsed and his cock softened, groaning as she fell against the padded seat and lay back with her legs sprawled across him and her skirt up around her hips.
After a few seconds, she slowly sat up and pulled her skirt down a little, then closed her blouse. Tom pushed his cock back into his pants and did them up, and they turned to grin at each other.
A moment later, she hit the button that sent the window sliding down into the seat ahead of them.
"Uhm, excuse me," she said, blushing, "what's your name?" The chauffeur looked at her in the mirror for a long moment before answering. "Brian," he said.
She smiled at him in the mirror.
"Brian, is it hard to drive a car this size?"
He stared at her again. "Not really."
"You see, my husband has always wanted to drive a limousine."
"Yeah, well, it ain't that hard. You just gotta keep in mind how big it is."
"Would you mind if he tried."
"Huh?"
"I mean, you could sit back here with me while he drove for a little bit."
She heard Tom inhale sharply beside her and her face blushed a little redder.
"I, uh...I don't know, lady."
"There'll be a nice tip in it for you," she purred.
"Uh...well...we ain't supposed to, but..."
He pulled over and got out, trading places with Tom, then eased in warily beside her as Tom pulled away from the curb.
She held out her hand and he automatically took it
"Were you watching me and Tom a few minutes ago, Brian?" she asked softly.
"Uh, well, I, uh, noticed. I mean, hard not to, you know." She looked down and saw the front of his black pants were bulging out.
"What did you think?"
"Uhm, you look real sexy."
"You think so?"
She raised his hand, letting her blouse come open, and rubbed it against her breasts. He gasped and she looked up to see Tom's excited eyes in the mirror.
She rubbed his large black hand over her ivory breasts as he stared down in astonishment. When she let go of his hand he continued to slide it back and forth, circling her breasts, squeezing lightly, lifting them up and fingering her nipples. He glanced at the back of Tom's head, then, face filled with excitement and lust, bent and spread his mouth over her left nipple. He closed it, teeth digging into the soft flesh around it, lips closing tight as he sucked. His tongue licked furiously as both hands squeezed her breasts tightly, and he buried himself in her breasts as he sucked and slurped.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh, yes! Suck my nipples, Brian! Lick them! Bite them!"
She pulled her blouse and jacket back over her shoulders, letting them slide down off her arms, then reached down and unbuttoned her skirt, opening it at the side and sliding it down her legs and off.
Brian pushed her back as she slumped down, spreading her legs, and he grunted in pleasure, his tongue racing over her breasts as his hands continued to squeeze and knead them hungrily.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Brian! Shove your cock into me!"
He cursed in excitement, fumbling at his pants, and she gasped at the sight of his gleaming black cock, reaching out to take it between her fingers. She moaned and slumped back further, so she was laying mostly on the seat, only her shoulders propped against the door.
She pulled her legs back hard, raising her ass, and Brian guided his stiff prick down against her shaved white opening, then jabbed it in.
"Oh, yessss," she hissed, groaning as she spread her legs wide. Her feet rose up higher, hitting the door behind her head as Brian thrust down furiously, and she cried out in pleasure as his rock-hard cock filled her in an instant.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me!" she gasped, wanting Tom to hear it all, knowing his eyes were staring, watching this big black man fucking her.
Brian's fingers dug into her heavy breasts, sinking into the soft meat as his hips slapped down against her upturned ass cheeks. His cock, thicker than Tom's, but not as thick as Neil's, sliced back and forth between her straining pussy lips, pumping furiously inside her burning little quim.
After less than a minute of hard pumping, however, he let out a strangled cry of pleasure and came, spurting thick white wads of creamy come into the furnace between her legs and collapsing atop her.
She groaned, letting her feet fall onto his shoulders, panting for breath as he eased back off her and her legs fell.
"I...was so hot from watching you two, I couldn't help myself," he panted.
She sat up slowly, naked but for the stockings, garter belt and corset, then smiled at him and his cock.
"You got all hot watching Tom fuck me, didn't you?"
"Fucking right I did!"
She preened delightedly, loving the idea of turning men on like that, then reached for his cock. "I bet I can get you hard again," she said. "I bet you can."
She began to lick along the head as her fingers moved down to massage his balls. He sat back, spreading his legs as she slipped down onto the floor and bent over him.
"Hey, listen," he said. "You were trying to get that young woman before weren't you?"
"Maybe," she said, licking at his cockhead.
"You wanted her for you or him?"
"Both," she said.
He slid a hand through her hair and looked across the seat, back at Tom.
"You know, I got a really pretty wife I bet would love to do it with you."
She raised her eyes, looking up at him. "Really?"
"She's never done it with a woman before, but she'd like to. We been talking about it."
She squeezed the base of his cock and licked at one of his balls.
"Me and her, we do a little swinging sometimes, you know," he said. "We just never done it with...a...white couple."
"We've never done it with a black couple," she said.
His cock was starting to pulse in her hand. She took the head into her mouth and sucked rhythmically and he sighed and leaned forward, giving Tom directions to drive.
"She's home now?" he asked.
"Yeah. She works evenings. She's a dancer."
"A dancer?" Tom said.
"Well, she's a stripper, but she calls it dancing."
"Ahhhh. Maybe she can teach this one how to dance."
"Look who's talking," Erin snorted. "She's a stripper and she's never done it with a woman?"
"She hasn't been dancing it very long, just a few weeks now. She used to be a telemarketer. Believe me, the money from stripping is better.
"She probably does a nice lap dance, too," Tom said, grinning into the mirror.
"You bet she does. That's where most of the money comes from."
"Hmm, maybe a part-time job for you, Erin."
"In your dreams."
"Anyway," Brian said. "A lot of the strippers are lesbians, and a few have come on to her, but she's too proud. She hates to have someone treat her like she doesn't know anything. You know? She's always got to come across as the expert. I think that's one of the reasons she wouldn't do anything with the women at work."
"I'm not exactly an expert," Erin said, "But I've had a couple of uhm, experiences."
The thought of introducing another woman to lesbian sex made Erin's breasts swell and her pussy burn. She'd loved doing it with Amanda even more than she had with Kelly. It had been like taking her virginity, in a way.
"Well, Kim is bossy, just so you know. She-likes to control everything."
"Maybe she needs a good spanking," Tom said.
"Brother, you're welcome to try. I'd sooner spank a wildcat."
"She sounds like an interesting woman, your wife."
"You don't know the half of it."
He directed them to a parking lot, then the three took the elevator up to the twentieth floor of a newish building with lots of thick carpeting.
"Nice place, huh?" Brian said. "We just moved in. like I said, stripping pays big. Some nights she comes home with close to a grand."
"For stripping?" Erin exclaimed.
"Add it up, sister. She gets twenty bucks per dance. The dance only lasts for three minutes, that's the length of a song."
"I thought it was ten," Tom said.
"She works at a real imagine club."
He let them into the apartment, and a black woman with long hair in dredlocks looked up from a white leather sofa, then got to her feet.
She instantly reminded Erin of Kelly, and the thought of the sleek, cool blonde together with the lush, beautiful black woman made her pussy throb. She simply had to get them together somehow. That made her think of an all-woman orgy, and again her pussy throbbed.
"This is Kim," Brian said unnecessarily.
Kim was tall, though not quite as tall as Kelly. She had a narrow, aristocratic face with a fine, thin nose and a powerful-looking, athletic body. Her breasts pushed out tautly against a cutoff tank top and she wore tight spandex pants.
"Hi," she said warily.
"This is Tom and Erin," Brian said, "I was driving them to a funeral today."
The woman nodded and waited for him to continue.
"Uh, we, uh, got to talking and I invited them home for a drink," he said.
Kim's eyebrows rose questioningly.
"We, uh..."
"Brian was talking about how beautiful you were," Erin cut in, "and how you'd just started dancing. Tom loves dancing, but I'm just not very good at it, and Brian thought you and I might, uh, that you might like to teach me a few things."
Kim fixed sharp eyes on her, then flicked them to Tom before resting them on her husband again. Brian seemed nervous, and after a moment, Kim sniffed and nodded. "Get you a drink?" she asked. "Gin," Tom said promptly.
"Anything will do," Erin said.
She motioned to Brian, who hurried to get them, then motioned to Tom and Erin to sit before sitting back herself.
She looked at Erin and a small smile appeared on her face. "So, you want to dance, huh?"
"Well, I can dance, but, uh, Brian said you danced in a very...erotic way."
"I got the body for it. You don't look very graceful. Too top-heavy."
"I'm not top-heavy," she said indignantly.
"What are you, 38 double D?"
"Just D," Erin said.
"Probably cause you're short, looks bigger." She reached up and took a drink from her husband without seeming to even turn her head.
"Knowing Brian the way I do, I figure he really invited you over here to fuck me. That true?"
Erin shrugged and blushed.
"See, I happened to mention to him about how most of the women at work are lesbians and, ever since then, he's gotten a hard-on just thinking about me doing a woman. Truth is, the thought is kind of...interesting. I wouldn't mind checking it out."
Erin nodded.
She looked coolly at Tom. "You don't mind my fucking your wife, Tommy?"
He shrugged and smiled.
"Maybe I'll even fuck you, too," the woman said.
"Maybe. If you're lucky," Tom replied.
Her eyes widened and then she laughed out loud, slapping her thigh. "I think maybe I like you," she said.
She turned and looked at Erin again, then at the two men. "But I'm not doing her in front of you two. Not the first time, anyway. I mean, if this is like, going to be the first, I want it...private, you know. Maybe I'll feel like inviting you guys into the party after, but I want to be alone with her first."
Both Brian and Tom looked disappointed, but they agreed. After a few minutes, they decided they could catch a ball game while waiting. Erin was a little nervous, but her breasts were already starting to swell and throb, and she could feel the moisture between her legs at the thought of making love with the beautiful black woman.
"Maybe I'll even teach her a little about dancing while you're gone, Tommy," she said with a leer.
The men left, and she and Kim looked at each other.
"I, uh...suppose you're supposed to start," Kim said warily. Erin smiled and stood up, then sat down next to her. Kim looked on with a kind of haughty look, which was a little intimidating until she saw through it and realized the woman, as formidable as she seemed, was nervous.
"Brian said you and he had done a two-on-one before."
She shrugged.
"That's something I want to try. Did you like it."
"It was cool. More cocks means more fun."
"I'd like to try a gang bang," Erin said with a grin, "cocks everywhere."
"You only got three holes."
"And two hands. Anyway, I don't mind if I make a few wait. That would be so hot, to have a cock in my pussy, another in my mouth and another in my ass."
Kim snorted. "You don't look like the kind of woman who would do that kind of thing."
"There are a lot of things I do most people wouldn't expect."
"You done it with a woman before?" She nodded, reaching up to finger Kim's dredlocks. "Take long to do these?"
"Not once you're used to it."
The two were looking at each other from inches away, and Erin leaned in, pursing her lips. Kim eased back for a moment, then held herself still as Erin let her lips brush lightly across her own. Erin half-turned, leaning in further, feeling the other woman's breasts pushing firmly against her own as her lips came down more firmly.
Kim's hand slid up behind her neck, then stroked through her hair, sliding back and forth. Their lips lingered together in a soft, experimental kiss.
"You have soft hair," Kim said as Erin eased back.
"Thank you."
She leaned in again and their lips met once more, this time their tongues easing out to touch briefly before retreating. Kim's hands couldn't seem to get enough of her hair, and continued to slide back and forth through it as their kiss went on.
Again, their tongues eased out and slid together, their lips sliding wetly. Erin eased aside, then in against the nape of her neck, chewing and licking upwards towards her ear lobe.
Kim buried her face in Erin's hair, inhaling as she rubbed her face against it, inhaling the soft sweat scent of shampoo.
She eased back, their lips sliding together once again, and her hand slid down Kim's arm to her belly, then slowly up under her top to cup a bared breast.
Kim inhaled sharply, but their kiss continued as Erin slowly let her hand slide back and forth against the underside of her breast. She felt the fat, swollen nipple against her fingertips, and let her thumb stroke across it, then reached down, lifting the top gently up over Kim's breasts, bearing them as she looked down admiringly.
"You have nice breasts," she said. "They're almost as perfect as Kelly's."
"Who's Kelly?" Kim gulped.
Erin smiled at her. "The moment I saw you, I thought of Kelly. You two would go so well together. She's tall like you, very strong-willed, very athletic, and very, very blonde."
Kim snorted, but looked thoughtful.
Erin looked down at her breasts again and cupped them both, lifting them and bending, taking one fat dark nipple between her lips and sucking gently, then widening her lips, taking in the areola, then more of the breast, bringing her tongue against the nipple as she began to suck rhythmically.
One of the things she'd already noticed, in just her two experiences with women, was that women tended to pay much more time and attention to breasts than men did. Too often, even when the men did pay attention, it was to grope and squeeze and bite without a real understanding of how sensitive the flesh was.
She licked softly, teasingly, then stronger, her lips moving over the fine, firm breasts even as her fingers gently caressed and kneaded them from beneath.
After several minutes, Kim was breathing heavily, head back against the top of the seat, eyes closed. She had one hand behind Erin, still stroking her hair as Erin licked and sucked and nibbled at her breasts.
Erin slid one hand downwards, stroking her belly, then riding down between the woman's thigh to cup her mound through the thin spandex. Kim jerked slightly, but gave no other sign as Erin's hand rubbed softly back and forth against her.
She slid her hand back up then, and then down inside the elastic waistband, down into her panties and through a soft mat of pussy hair. She felt the indentation of the woman's pussy slit and fingered the top as Kim eased her legs apart.
They were both starting to slump down already, and Kim slumped a little more as Erin began to slide her fingers up and down against her slit.
"Oh," she gasped.
"Do you like that?" Erin whispered.
"I...y-yes," Kim gasped.
Erin lapped softly at her big, round nipples as her fingers rubbed a little harder. She curled one under and probed gently at the small hole, then slipped easily inside, pumping softly as her thumb rubbed at her clitty.
Kim began to hump up against her fingers, gasping softly. Erin slid her tongue upwards, chewed lightly at her throat, then plunged her tongue into her mouth as Kim reached up and cupped one of Erin's breasts.
"T-take off your top," she gasped.
Erin eased back, smiling. "You do it," she said.
She peeled her shirt up and off, then unfastened her bra and let her breasts push out. Kim stared at them, licking her lips, then reached up and ran her hand over the warm, sensitive skin. Erin reached in again, her hand sliding down into Kim's pants again, fingers slipping unerringly into her pussy as she leaned in and pressed her breasts down against Kim's.
Kim groaned, and again their tongues met, Kim humping and rolling her hips faster and faster. Their soft breast meat rolled and mashed together as they kissed, and Kim groaned long and low, her ass pumping up hotly as a climax set fire to her body.
"Shiiiit," she groaned, gulping in air.
Erin sat up and smiled. "Let's go to bed," she said.
She stood up, and after a moment, Kim stood as well. Erin followed her into the bedroom, where Kim halted uncertainly. Erin moved up behind her, pressing her soft breasts against her bare back, sliding her arms around her to cup and squeeze Kim's own breasts, then easing them down to her waist to tug her pants down her legs.
Kim stepped out of them, turning, and Erin straightened, on her knees, to find her face inches from Kim's pussy. She smiled, then raised her hands, stroking Kim's legs. She bent in and began to lick at her inner thighs as Kim shifted her legs apart.
Her tongue trailed up and down her thighs, then up against her pussy, her hands sliding around the tall black woman to squeeze her firm behind as she plunged her tongue between swollen pussy lips. "Oh, sister!" Kim gasped. "Do that again!"
Erin pulled her tongue out, then thrust it in again as Kim sighed in pleasure. She began to pump her tongue in and out, her lips jamming in to rub against her wet pussy, her tongue pushing in so far it ached, then sliding out to ride up along Kim's already hot, buzzing clit.
"Oh, God!" Kim gasped, hands coming down to grip her head. Erin licked quickly at her clit, then sucked on it as it swelled even more.
"Oh, man! Oh, man!" Kim groaned, spreading her legs further apart, hands sliding through Erin's long hair.
Her hips began to grind, her body to undulate as the pleasure rolled up and down through her nervous system. Erin jammed her mouth in harder, her fingers digging into Kim's ass cheeks as she sucked and licked at her clit and jammed her tongue up into her hole.
Kim let her head fall back and roll slowly from side to side, humping into Erin's hungry mouth, cursing softly as the pleasure set her mind spinning and her body trembling.
She came with a short, sharp cry and a frantic bucking of her hips, then fell back onto the bed, groaning wearily.
Erin took off her shoes, then stood and undid her skirt. Kim watched as it dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of it, smiling and standing straight, legs spread.
"That's sure letting it all hang out," Kim breathed, staring at her shaved pussy.
Erin smiled and climbed into bed as Kim edged backwards and repositioned herself.
Then she was on top of the black woman, their bodies rubbing slowly together, their legs spreading wider and wider apart until they could grind their moist, sensitive pussies together.
Their breathing grew more ragged as their lips moved together, and Kim bucked up faster and faster as Erin felt the pleasure and heat send her flying into her own orgasm.
In the midst of it, Kim rolled over, her body sliding around until she was kneeling between Erin's legs. She quickly gripped one of Erin's legs and half-rolled her lower body onto her side, then inched her own crotch forward, knees spread above one of Erin's legs, pulling Erin's other leg up across her thigh until their pussies were jammed together.
She began a fast grinding motion then that soon had both of them panting for breath. Erin came again, pawing at the sheets as her mind was bathed in fiery sexual heat. Seconds later, Kim came as well, rolling and bucking her hips to grind their sopping pussies together.
"Yeah! Yeah!" she cried, gasping for breath, grinding furiously until another orgasm gripped her.
She lifted Erin's upper leg up higher and higher, pressing it back with her chest, still rolling and grinding her pelvis. Erin reached up, eyes glazed, and they caught each other's hands, redoubling the force of their motions, their glistening pink pussies grinding together to produce blinding pleasure.
Kim came again, then again with Erin, neither of them able to stop as sweat coated their bodies and exhaustion made their limbs heavy.
Finally, they collapsed, gasping for breath, soaking the sheets beneath them as their chests heaved.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Tom and Brian got back, they found the front room empty. They looked at each other, then hurried into the bedroom, which was also empty.
"Where the fuck are they?"
Music started blasting from the second bedroom then. They hurried in to see the two women standing in the middle of the room, naked, rolling their hips in time to the music, sliding their hands up and down their bodies, eyes slits, lips parted.
"Wow," Tom said.
They opened their eyes, and Erin blushed and bit her lip. Kim only frowned slightly.
"Having fun, ladies?" Brian asked, staring at Erin with unconcealed lust.
"We were. Now you're here." Kim turned and looked at Erin. "Want me to get rid of these two? It ain't like we need men for anything any more."
"Well, that's true," Erin said with a smug grin. "Women do it much better."
"That's for sure. I'd like to see Brian last as long as you can."
"You're gonna hurt my feelings," Brian said, moving forward and slipping his arm around Erin's waist.
Tom and Kim looked at each other. "You think you can do as well as your wife," she asked.
"I'll do my best," he promised.
He stripped his shirt off, then moved against her. His hands moved behind her and cupped her ass, then squeezed, pulling her in against him. A second later, he lifted up, and she gasped, hands going to his shoulders as his powerful arms bulged, raising her higher.
Erin and Brian looked on as he grunted with effort, lifting the black woman upwards, pressing her back against the wall.
"Oh, man!" she said as he brought her pussy up level with his face.
Kim let her legs slide over his shoulders, looking down at the other two, then up at the nearby roof. Tom buried his face in her pussy, slurping and sucking as she began to hump against him. "Wild!" she laughed, gripping his head, then reaching above her to grab the curtain rod where it extended out past the window. Tom held her ass up easily, his tongue stabbing into her again and again as she wriggled and laughed and humped wildly against him.
"Oh, yeah!" she gasped. "That's it, baby! That's it!"
She started swaying in and out, back slapping against the wall as her fingers lost their hold on the curtain rod. Tom eased her down to the floor, then crushed his lips against hers as she pressed her body against him.
She squeezed his crotch, then deftly undid his belt and shoved his pants down. She followed, kneeling in front of him to lick his cock. Then she took a deep breath and slid her lips over it.
Erin watched in astonishment as her lips drew in more and more of Tom's thick shaft, until her throat bulged and her lips pressed up tightiy against his groin.
Tom gasped, eyes wide, and his hands shot to her head, as if afraid she would pull back. "Oh, shit!" he cried, feeling her throat squeezing around his cock.
Erin looked on enviously as Kim eased her lips back slowly, pulling them right off his cock. Kim laughed at his delight, then sucked him in again, sliding her lips right down to the hilt of his hard cock, then pumping slowly up and down.
"How does she do that?" Erin wondered aloud.
"Deep-throating? Just takes will power, baby," Brian said. "And Kim's got enough of that."
"But how can she do it without gagging?"
"Same as sword swallowers. Practice."
He dug his fingers into her ass and smiled. "Maybe I can show you, baby."
"If anyone's gonna show her how, it'll be me," Kim said, having pulled her mouth off Tom's cock. "Come here, honey."
Erin moved forward slowly, then knelt at Tom's feet beside her, watching as she ran her hand up and down his cock.
"The thing about deep-throating is you got to ignore your instinct. You got to control your gag reflex. Forget about choking. That ain't gonna happen. All you got to do is swallow and keep swallowing. Tell yourself you're just swallowing a big piece of meat. Which," she grinned, "ain't far from the truth, now is it?"
"I don't know," Erin said worriedly.
"Watch."
She pressed her lips against Tom's cock, then slid them smoothly forward. Erin could actually see the slight sudden jerk as she took his cockhead into her throat, then could see the slight bulge in her throat as it passed down into her.
"Wow," she said, shaking her head. "You said it!" Tom gasped.
Kim eased her mouth back off then grinned. "Go ahead and try." Erin looked at the glistening wet prick, then licked her lips and took it into her mouth. She pushed forward slowly, but when it got too far, she gagged and jerked back. She tried a second time, but again failed.
"Another trick is to keep your head back as much as you can," Kim said. "That way, you have a straight line from your mouth down your throat. Come here."
She had her stand, then climb into the bed and lay on her back with her head over the edge. Erin looked at them, upside down, and watched as Tom knelt in front of her. Brian and Kim sat on either side of her on the edge of the bed, their hands stroking and squeezing her breasts at first.
"Brian, move around and fuck her. It'll distract her."
Brian needed no more urging and Erin felt the bed shifting and jerking as he moved, then felt her legs be pulled apart as Tom's cock pushed into her mouth.
Kim continued to squeeze and massage her breasts as Tom's cock moved forward, then Brian thrust into her just as Tom's cock hit the back of her mouth and popped into her throat. The sudden realization that she had two cocks in her at once and the flood of excitement distracted her easily, and by the time she thought to panic, Tom's cock was already buried in her throat and his balls were pressing against her eyes.
It felt very, very strange, but not totally unpleasant. She stared, as he eased back, at the sight of his cock sliding out of her mouth, distracted again as Kim pinched her nipples and Brian began to pump his cock into her.
So there was just a little discomfort when Tom's cock popped out of her throat, and after swallowing and gulping in air, she felt a wave of delicious satisfaction, and was eager to try again. Knowing she'd done it already, she felt much less worry, and eagerly reached up and pulled on his ass, yanking him forward so his prick slipped down her throat to the balls.
"That's it, baby," Kim said, one hand rubbing her breast, the other with fingers nimbly rubbing at her clitoris.
She bent and chewed on one of her nipples then as Erin began to roll and buck her hips in growing excitement. Tom started pumping his cock in her throat, careful to move slowly, and the three of them fought for possession of her big round breasts as they ravished her soft, lush body.
Brian's cock thrust into her fast and hard, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wide and pressing them down as he drove his prick into her belly. The sight of his wife sucking on her fat nipples made his mind thrill with delight, and he grunted with effort as he drove his hips forward.
The sight of her throat bulging with the movement of Tom's cock inside it was deliciously erotic, as well, and he felt his balls tighten and boil. Her tight pussy squeezed and sucked on him as he thrust forward, then yanked back, and he strained to keep control even as her ass started to bounce and hump up at him. And just before the orgasm hit, she thought of her colleagues at work, and how they would react if they had even a hint of how she had spent this afternoon.
Then the crackling sexual electricity tore into her body and she screamed soundlessly, her body thrashing and shaking as the hot fire of ecstasy bathed her mind and body and soul.
"You know what I was thinking?" she said later.
"How much you liked Brian's cock?"
"Don't be crude," she said primly.
"Sorry. What were you thinking?"
"I would like to have an orgy."
"An orgy!" Tom exclaimed in disbelief.
"Think about it. We could have Neil and Kelly, Brian and Kim, and Mike and Amanda. That's eight people. An orgy!"
Her eyes shone with excitement as he shook his head in disbelief. "You're turning into a real nympho."
"Think about it. When we're old and gray, wouldn't you like to look back on at least one orgy?"
"An orgy," he said, smiling. "Man, oh, man. I don't know how you'd arrange it. I mean, I can see Neil and Kelly. They'll do anything. I don't know about Kim. Brian probably would, but...and Amanda never would. She hates Kelly. Remember, we've had sex with all these people, but they're pretty much strangers to each other."
"Maybe I can get them together first," she said, "hold a little cocktail party."
"Well, it would be a good idea to have them at least meet first."
"Of course, I'd need to do a little shopping," she said thoughtfully, "some special shopping."
"Special?"
"Ever been to one of those sex shops."
"Oh, man."
"Come on. I can't go alone."
"Forget it."
"You got me started, Tommy. It's too late to back out now." Of course, before she went to a sex shop for the first time, she thought she ought to look the part. Besides, she had been intending to get a few new outfits ever since she started feeling like such a hot, erotic sexpot. All her clothes were too respectable and conservative.
The following Saturday morning, she visited some of the city's flashier and more colorful shops, and came away with some very tight tops and very short skirts.
And it was while she was modeling a tight, short, pleated skirt that she ran into Nicky Maxwell.
She was standing before the mirror, feeling a little hot and daring because of how much of her legs were visible when she heard the young woman's familiar voice behind her.
"I don't think so," she said.
She turned and frowned.
Nicole was wearing tight, hip-hugging jeans and a midriff-baring, long-sleeved green shirt that made Erin instantly jealous for how slim she was and how flat her belly.
"You're a bit old for that look," Nicky said, "though you do have nice legs."
"Gee, thanks," Erin said. "Too old?"
"Yeah. Those pleated minis are all male fantasy material to make you resemble uniformed cheerleaders."
"Really?" She turned and examined herself in the mirror again.
"I think I look nice."
"You look okay. Just lose the skirt."
"Right here?" Erin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Knowing this place, it probably wouldn't create much of a fuss," Nicky said, looking around casually.
"You're awfully young to be so cynical."
"Comes with a high IQ."
"Which you'd tell me about if you weren't so modest."
"Yeah." The young woman smiled smugly. "If you're looking for the slutty look, you should go for leather."
"You have a lot of leather stuff?"
"Meow," Nicky said with a smirk. "I don't have much leather. It's too obvious. Anyway, it costs too much."
"I thought you were rich."
Nicky shook her head. "My grandfather is rich. My father is rich. I'm poor."
Erin went back into the dressing room and changed, then emerged in her old, longer skirt. "Parents not willing to give you an allowance?" she asked.
"They can't stand me," Nicole said. "Their money is based on my doing what they want."
"What a coincidence. My family is the same."
They walked together towards the door, where Erin stopped. "Say, how'd you like to go someplace with me?"
"Another ride?" Nicky asked with a smirk.
"I want to go to a sex shop. Know a good one?"
Nicky raised her eyebrows. "Of course."
"So, let's go."
"You looking for anything in particular."
"Lots of stuff. Anything that seems interesting."
"Got money? That stuff is expensive."
"Got enough."
"Got a car?"
She nodded, and led the way.
Twenty minutes later, they were walking into a sex shop that was simply enormous. Erin had expected a small, dark, grotty little shop, but the place was like a supermarket. Entire aisles were devoted to the kind of slutty clothing she had been looking for earlier.
"I should have come here in the first place," she said, running her fingers over a lacy, see-through skirt.
"Trying to turn hubby on?"
"Oh, that's never been a problem. Let's just say I'm tired of all the conservative outfits."
"Well, you won't find any of that kind here."
"No. I have to try some of this stuff," she said, grinning. She tried on a number of outfits, and became more and more daring with each new one. Then, bored, and wanting some fun of her own, Nicky began to try on a few outfits too.
"Now, this I like," Erin said, posing in a tiny red plastic miniskirt, with huge square cutouts along both hips and a tight matching top, which was so low-cut her nipples almost showed. The plastic glistened wetly in the overhead lights.
"How about this?" Nicky asked.
She was wearing black plastic short shorts and a black plastic top that squeezed her breasts in, leaving the sides bare. She was also wearing thigh-high plastic boots with tall heels.
"That's sexy," Erin said admiringly.
"Sure would get us lots of attention walking up the street like this."
"This skirt sure is tight, though," Erin said. "I can hardly walk in it."
"You diink these pants aren't tight? They're squeezing my pussy, too."
"I always like my pussy being squeezed," Erin said with a grin.
Erin set several outfits aside, then the two began looking through the huge display of lingerie. Again, she was eager to try some on, and to pose for Nicky. This time, she invited the woman into the dressing room.
"What do you think?" she whispered.
"Nice," Nicky said, looking her up and down.
She was wearing a lacy red teddy that was quite sheer in all the right places.
"I don't like teddies myself, because they're hard to get out of," Nicky said.
"G-strings?"
"They feel funny, but, yeah, they look good if you've got a nice ass."
"And you do."
Nicky looked up, then down at Erin again. "You know, the woman at the counter has a TV that connects to that camera up there?"
"Yes, I suspected as much."
"Wonder if she's waiting for us to do something...nasty."
"What do you think she'd do?"
Nicky smiled coyly, but didn't reply.
Erin slipped the teddy down and off, baring her big breasts. Nicky leaned against the wall, looking at her casually. Beneath the teddy, Erin had her own G-string on, since the stores didn't like you trying clothes on without them. She turned her behind to Nicky and grinned.
"Yeah, your ass will do," Nicky said with a lazy grin.
Erin dressed again, taking the teddy and some other lingerie back out and piling up what she intended to buy with the leather and lace skirts and tops she'd already selected.
The two then moved on to more interesting parts of the store, pausing before an entire shelf filled with dildos. "A nice selection," Erin said with a grin.
"None of that one-size-fits all shit around here," Nicky replied.
"Now, this is impressive." Erin picked up a 14-inch monster that was almost as thick as her arm.
"You'd never get it all inside you, though," Nicky said. "And that's so frustrating."
She picked up a 12-incher instead. "This one, you could probably swallow."
"So to speak."
"Yeah."
"Look at this one," Erin said with a laugh.
She picked up a dildo that was close to two feet long, with cockheads at both ends. It was stiff, but flexible.
"This is for using with a friend," Nicky said with a smirk.
"A friend?"
"You slide half into your pussy, then your woman-friend slides the other half in hers, and you kind of rock and roll."
"Oh. Oh! Cool!"
"You have any...uh, friends like that."
"A couple," Erin said with a leer. "Tom didn't strike me as all that...wild a guy."
"He didn't used to be. He's kind of changed of late. So have I."
She picked up another dildo, this one with straps attached to the end. "For friends?"
Nicky nodded and their eyes met for the longest time before the younger woman looked away.
Erin took several dildos, and two of the big double-headed ones, as well as two strap-ons.
"Planning a party?"
"Maybe," she said with a smirk.
She chose a half-dozen strings of love beads, as well, though again, Nicky had to explain their purpose, then they moved on to the vibrators.
"The plug-in ones are the best. Uhm, or so I've heard."
"Do these things really work?"
"Well, they're supposed to. I haven't actually used one, though." There were several with batteries and Erin turned one on as they both giggled and flushed a little. She looked around, then, grinning, lowered it and pressed it between Nicky's thighs, rubbing it up against her denim-covered pussy.
"Erin!"
They giggled as Nicky grabbed her wrists, but Erin managed to keep the vibrator pressed up against Nicky's pussy for long seconds before the woman breathlessly pushed it away.
"Think it's strong enough?" Erin asked.
"I, uh...I guess," Nicky said breathlessly.
"I can't really try it myself with this long skirt."
She picked up a second one as Nicky looked around to ensure nobody was near, then turned on the second one and turned to Nicky. Before the woman could react the vibrator was pressed against her pussy while the first vibrator was rubbing up and down between her buttocks, then pressing at her ass-hole.
"Erin!" she gasped, wriggling in place as the older woman giggled.
"Tell me which is stronger?" Erin asked.
Nicky pushed her hands back, gasping, face flushed red.
"Can I help you ladies?"
They both turned to find a blonde-haired woman there. She had powerful arms and a crew cut, and had a smirk on her face.
"Ah, my friend here was just trying to test these to see which was more, uh, which felt better," Erin said, blushing.
"Me? You were the one."
"We prefer our customers not do things like that out in the open," the woman said. "I'm Morgan, by the way. Why don't you two come with me. We have a little...testing room."
Erin shrugged at Nicky's open mouthed look of surprise, then grabbed her arm and pulled her after as she followed Morgan.
"I don't want to test anything!" Nicky hissed desperately. "Of course you do," Erin said.
The "testing room" turned out to be a small room, where Morgan turned and looked at Nicky with undisguised hunger. Nicky looked uncertain and anxious, but there was also a definite sexual gleam in her eyes.
"You can't really get the right feel for things in those jeans," Morgan said. "Let me help you."
Her hands went to the front of Nicky's jeans, and the woman looked down, stunned, as she undid her belt, unbuckled her pants, then unzipped them.
She turned Nicky around and placed a hand between her shoulder blades, bending her over a box as she yanked her jeans down.
Nicky gasped and her legs shook, but she made no effort to cover herself as her jeans and panties were lowered to her knees and her softly furred mound was displayed.
"This is the way to test them," Morgan said, clicking on one of the vibrators and pressing it against Nicky's pussy.
Nicky gasped and jerked violently, then groaned as Morgan rubbed the buzzing sex toy back and forth against her pussy slit. "How does that feel?" she asked.
"Nice," Nicky gasped.
Morgan moved the thing upwards and pressed it against the rosebud of Nicky's ass-hole, and the woman gasped anew, her ass bucking violently as she started to come.
Morgan slid two fingers down between her legs and roughly stroked and rubbed at her clitty as she came, smiling cat-like at the sight of the shapely ass bobbing and jerking and bouncing "See how effective they can be?" she said.
Nicky groaned and sagged on the box, gasping for breath, and Morgan turned off the vibrator, then unbuttoned the back of Nicky's shirt, lifting her up off the box as she slid it back over her shoulders. Nicky stood on rubbery legs, body flushed as she looked at the woman, letting her undo her bra and slide it off.
"They can also feel really nice on the nipples," Morgan said, turning on the second vibrator and pressing it against one of Nicky's small, pointed nipples.
Nicky closed her eyes and her head drew back slowly as Morgan rolled the vibrator around and around her nipple, then turned on the second one and used it against her other nipple.
Morgan turned and looked at Erin appreciatively. "The thing women with smaller breasts have over women like us," she said, "is their breasts tend to be more sensitive."
Nicky was gasping softly, her hands cupping her breasts as she sat back against the box, legs spread as far as the pants-now around her ankles-would allow.
Erin moved forward alongside Morgan and slid her hand between Nicky's thighs. She cupped her sopping wet mound, then eased two fingers up inside her, pumping them in and out as the woman sobbed in pleasure and began to jerk and shudder in pleasure. She brought her thumb down against her clitty and began rubbing it, and Nicky came again, arching her back and bouncing on the edge of the box.
Morgan laughed softly, watching the slim young brunette jerking and shaking in pleasure, then eased one of the vibrators down her body and nudged aside Erin's fingers, pressing the rounded nose against the woman's pussy, then sliding it up inside her. Nicky's legs jerked against her bunched up jeans and she fell forward into Erin's arms as the long, thick vibrator was pushed deep into her tight, quivering pussy.
Morgan laughed at the reaction, then slid the other one down, rubbing it back and forth against her clitoris. Nicky came again, then again. In fact, she seemed unable to stop coming.
She fell back across the large box, shaking and writhing in the grip of multiple orgasms, back arching violently, repeatedly, mouth wide as she gulped in air, head rolling back behind her as her feet jerked spastically. "Wow," Erin said.
One of Nicky's shoes flew up and off as her legs continued to shake, and the woman rolled from side to side, humping up at the vibrator as her arms flailed wildly beside her.
Morgan pulled the vibrator back from her clitty, rolled it around the base of the other one sticking out of the her taut pussy lips, then pushed it against her anus, jabbing again and again, until it began to slide up inside her.
She pushed it up until Nicky's ass-hole sucked in the last small piece and then closed, then helped the young woman onto her feet. Erin held Nicky up while Morgan tugged her panties up, then her tight jeans, fastening them and doing up the belt.
Nicky was sweating, still gasping for breath, face flushed. Her body twitched and jerked as the effects of the still buzzing vibrators kept her in a constant state of high heat.
"I take it, you'll be taking them?" Morgan said. "Yup. And, uh, by the way, I'm throwing a little party later on tonight. Maybe you'd like to attend."
"Not much for parties."
"Me and Nicky and a few other women. I thought we'd have a little testing session with some of these new toys I'm buying."
"Now, that does sound interesting."
Without the vibrator pressing directly against her clitty, Nicky seemed able to control herself, at least enough to follow them out of the room. Erin had to hold her arm for support, though, as they brought everything up front and paid for them. And her hips kept jerking and humping and twitching.
At the counter, she pressed her muff against the corner and spread her legs, clenching her teeth as she rubbed herself into another orgasm.
Morgan smiled at her in wicked delight then turned to Erin. T hope she's not driving."
They both laughed as Erin led the shaking young woman out of the store and back to the car.
The moment she was inside, Nicky grabbed her pussy with both hands, and by the time Erin had gone around and gotten in the other side, she was humping and squeezing wildly, head rolling against the backrest as another climax assailed her system.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she gasped.
"A religious experience, are they?"
"Oh, God! You have no idea...what it feels like...God!" Her hands fumbled with her belt as Erin pulled out into traffic, then she yanked the zipper down and pulled down her pants and panties.
Her fingers rubbed furiously at her clitty as she came again, ass slapping and jerking on the seat. Then she slumped down and eased the first vibrator out of her pussy with a groan.
It was glistening wet, and small droplets of pussy cream dripped from her slick pussy before it closed softly.
She grunted and eased the second dildo out of her anus, then dropped both on the floor of the car, squeezing herself softly as she breathed in deeply. "I think Morgan liked you."
"Man, those fucking things are powerful," she groaned. "I thought my whole body would shake apart."
"I'll bring you back to my place. You can relax there."
Nicky turned her head and looked at her through bright eyes. "Relax? I don't think that's what you have in mind for me." Erin grinned.
CHAPTER NINE
"Go to...work instead."
"What?"
"My father's offices. Let's go there. There's something I need to get."
"But it's Saturday."
"Yeah, I know. The place will be empty."
Erin looked at her for a second, then nodded and turned the car. It took nearly a half-hour to reach the building where Tom's office was. By then, Nicky had settled down, and done up her pants again. She again acted cool, smug and knowing. Only now, there was an edge of excitement to her act.
She fished around in the bag of sex toys, shoved several into her pocketbook, then led Erin out of the parking lot and up to the elevator.
"Won't we, uh, run into anyone working?"
"My father's senior partner now. He doesn't trust anyone but the other partners to work on weekends. He's afraid they'll steal some of the pricy computers or poke their noses into other people's files and maybe sell what they find."
"He's not very trusting."
"He has no reason to be. Most of the employees hate him. He's a tightwad and a dictator."
She slid a card into a card reader in the elevator, then pressed the button for the top floor.
"He lets you come in?"
She smiled cynically. "No. I just stole one of his cards." The elevator opened and they emerged in the oak-lined entrance of the law firm. Nicky immediately went to the wall and turned off the alarm, then winked at her.
"What is it you want here?" Erin asked, looking nervously around.
"Come on."
She led her through the rows of desks to the glass-walled offices of the senior partners. She swept past them, then opened the double doors of the board room.
"Nice place," Erin said.
The table was about forty feet long and made of solid mahogany. Each huge leather chair lining it had a leather writing pad and a golden pen and pencil set in front of it. The walls were also mahogany, with portraits of old, and she presumed, dead former partners lining them.
Nicky went to the head of the board room table and pulled the chair back, then grinned at Erin and undid her top, sliding it up and off.
"What are you doing?" Erin whispered.
"Something I've always dreamed of, but never quite got around to."
She undid her bra and slid it off, then unbuckled her belt. "Get undressed," she said.
"You're crazy! If anyone found us...
"They won't."
She undid her shoes and stepped out of them, then shucked out of her pants and climbed onto the table.
Erin felt a scalding lust within her at the brazenness of doing it right on the board room table. She stripped off her own blouse and skirt, then, naked, climbed onto the table.
The two giggled anxiously as they sat there, soft buttocks sliding on the polished wood.
Nicky looked at Erin's big breasts and shook her head admiringly, then her jaw dropped.
"Wow. You shave all your pussy hair off?"
"A woman I know recommended it. Actually...she did it."
Erin leaned in and cupped Nicky's pussy, rubbing her fingers through the soft, downy hair. "She said it would feel more sensitive when someone was fingering or tonguing me," she said. "She was right."
She turned to sit closer, her arm going around the young woman her lips moving in along the nape of her neck. Nicky sighed and leaned back, laying back on the table as Erin stroked her fingers along her pussy, then eased them inside.
She was still quite moist, and her fingers slipped back and forth easily as she let her lips slide along Nicky's throat, then over her chest to kiss one pink nipple. She sucked it lightly, then began to lap at it, her fingers pumping as her thumb pressed down against her clitty.
Nicky groaned and spread her legs, then let her arms rise and fall back on the table above her, spread-eagling herself, baring herself for Erin's attention.
Erin licked around and around each nipple, then chewed lightly on them, sucking, licking, then chewing as her fingers continued to stroke in and out of the young woman. Nicky's body began to undulate, her hips pushing up in time to the pumping of Erin's fingers.
Erin licked upwards along her neck, then over her mouth, her tongue sliding back and forth along the Nicky's lips. They kissed, Nicky softly, uncertainly, Erin with more confidence.
Nicky moaned, raising an arm, sliding it around Erin, pulling her in on top of her. Their soft breasts slid together as their tongues tasted each other.
"I'm so h-hot," Nicky gasped.
Erin smiled, and licked downwards, chewing on each nipple, then sliding further, laying her body out on the enormous table as her hands caressed the young woman's thighs.
Nicky spread her legs wide again, closing her eyes as Erin licked up along her cleft, then spread her lips and plunged her tongue into the Nicky's hot, seeping pussy.
"Oh, yeeeesss!" Nicky groaned, her hips rolling, her ass jerking on the table. "Lick me! Lick my pussy!"
Seconds later, she cried out, arching her back sharply, holding her position as she trembled and shook, then settling her back to the table again with a long, low groan.
She lay still for long moments, then opened her eyes, a soft, satisfied smile curving her lips. She reached over and squeezed one of Erin's breasts, then sat up slowly, exchanging kisses with her. She giggled then and slid off the table, reaching for her pocketbook. She took something from it Erin didn't see, then ran from the room.
"Nicky!" she called.
"Follow me!" Nicky called back.
Erin followed, cupping her breasts to stop them from bouncing as she trotted down the hall. She watched Nicky let herself into another room with a key, and followed her in to find a massive desk before a huge plate glass window.
"My father's desk," she said with a leer. "Wouldn't he be pissed off to see how we're going to use it?"
"Nicky, if we get caught..."
"Don't be a chicken. Come here."
Erin padded nervously across the floor, looking at the wide open window and the buildings outside.
"Nobody's-likely to be looking, but they'll sure get an eyeful if they are," Nicky teased.
She raised her right hand and Erin saw it contained the big double-headed dildo. Nicky grinned lewdly, then sat back on the desk and raised her legs, putting her bare feet on the edge of her father's desk and spreading them wide.
Erin watched in excitement as the young woman slowly worked the thick rubber cock into her pussy. She groaned a few times, and Erin could see the thickness of the dildo was making her pussy lips stretch very wide indeed as she slowly pushed inch after inch up inside her slender body.
She eased her legs down, then closed her eyes with a shudder. She took a deep breath, then slid off the table and moved onto the massive leather executive chair, turning and straddling it sideways. "Come here," she whispered.
Erin eased onto the chair alongside her, like Nicky, sideways. Nicky was leaning over the side, her left leg pulled up high and hooked behind the back of the chair. Erin edged in so her pussy was close to Nicky's, raising her right leg and sliding it up across Nicky's left, then leaning against the other arm of the chair.
They both positioned the other head of the dildo against her snatch, and watched it sink in.
Inch after inch slid slowly past her own tight pussy lips until it was all inside her and Erin's bare little pussy was pressed up hard against Nicky's own soft pussy mound, the dildo locked between them.
"Oh, man, that feels...good!" Nicky gasped.
"Move," Erin panted, rolling her hips.
Nicky gasped as the thick rubber cock twisted around against her, then began to roll her own hips, both of them panting and moaning in pleasure as their pussies rubbed wetly and softly together around the thick, rubber prick.
Erin reached over and began to pinch and tug at Nicky's nipples as the young woman humped faster and faster, gasping and whimpering and moaning in heat. Her long hair flew back and forward as her head jerked rapidly, and her mouth opened wide as she breathed in short, sharp puffs and pants.
Just as they were both approaching climax the door was opened and a man stepped through. He stopped dead, eyes bulging as he saw the two naked women writhing and grinding their naked pussies together on the table.
Nicky gasped and made a feeble effort to cover herself, but Erin was too far gone, and didn't care anyway. She continued to thrust and grind her hips, her dripping snatch grinding against Nicky's own as she arched her back and cried out in release.
Her spasming pussy clamped down on the dildo inside as she came, and her bucking hips made the thick rubber fuck hard into Nicky, pumping frantically in and out, the end jamming against her cervix as Erin arched back across the arm of the chair.
That was too much for Nicky, who fell into orgasm herself even as the security guard approached, eyes wide and crotch bulging. She humped back against Erin, both of them grunting and gasping like wanton sluts as their pussies spurted hot cream down around the pumping dildo.
Erin recovered first, her eyes fluttering up at the security guard. She groaned, then stretched her hand up and out, rubbing her fingers along his bulging crotch.
"Come here, honey," she whispered, pulling on his belt.
The guard stared as she undid his pants and they fell to his ankles. Erin giggled, tugging his boxer shorts down and licking her lips as his cock sprang up and pointed at her.
She slipped her hand around it and pulled him closer, angling her neck back as she took it into her mouth.
Nicky blinked her eyes and groaned. She was hanging across the other arm of the big chair. She pulled herself up, then watched, eyes wide and hands belatedly trying to cover her naked flesh as Erin slid her lips up and down the guard's cock.
Then, to her astonishment, she watched Erin reach up and squeeze the guard's ass, pulling him in closer as she took his cock deeper. She saw a bulge in her slender neck as the guard's cockhead slipped into her throat, then felt a fluttering heat down in her pussy as she saw Erin's lips slide all the way down to the base of the guard's cock.
She reached down to finger her clitty as she watched, fascinated, and her hips soon started to hump against the dildo as the guard shuddered and humped into Erin's mouth.
It took very little time. Then the guard seized Erin's head and cried out in bliss, pumping his cock desperately before staggering back, his cock drooping.
Erin turned and looked at Nicky, who was staring at her even as she slowly ground her hips. "I guess we should really be going," she said.
She turned to look up at the guard. "You won't mention this to anyone, will you, dear?"
He shook his head slowly, eyes still wide.
"Do you think he'll talk?" Nicky asked worriedly.
"I doubt it. I don't think anyone will know who he was talking about if he does. Presuming they believe him, of course. He was just the temporary weekend guy, right? So he doesn't know you. He doesn't know us, and neither of us signed in or anything."
"Still..."
"Of course, from what I hear from Tom, all the guys who do know you would love to put you down on all fours and give you a real hard fucking."
"Yeah, I know." She rolled her eyes.
Erin laughed. "Including Tom."
"He's kind of cute, and he isn't as much of an ass-hole as most of them."
The all-female orgy turned out to be a hot affair. When Tom returned home, he found his wife and Nicky basking in sexual afterglow, naked.
"Your, uh, wife and Kelly did this," Nicky said, a little embarrassed at how bare her pussy was without any hair. Erin was out of the room.
"I thought you guys would all uh, be gone by now," Tom gulped.
"Oh, God, we could have gone all night," Nicky said tiredly. "I don't remember ever coming so many times in one day."
She tipped up the bottle of milk she'd been drinking from and drank thirstily, then deliberately let some milk trickle over her lips and down onto her chest. She knew his eyes would be following the milk's path as the white drops dribble down her breasts, then over them.
She lowered the bottle, grinning coyly at him.
"You want to fuck me, don't you, Tom?"
"Do I ever."
"Did you want to fuck me the first time we met?" He nodded. "You were wearing that black dress."
"Did you think about fucking me?" He nodded.
"How?"
"Then, pushing you up against the cabinet and fucking you against it. Later on..."
"Later on, you wanted to show me what a man you are by putting me on all fours and rutting into me like a bitch in heat."
"Yeah," he whispered.
"Your wife told me."
He licked his lips, and she reached over and ran her hand up and down his bulging crotch.
"If you want to fuck me now, Tom, you'll have to do it my way."
"Whatever you want," he said in a strangled voice. Nicky spread her legs, keeping them straight. "Eat me first."
Tom dropped to his knees, sliding his hands up and down her firm young thighs, then licked heavily at her bare slit. Nicky groaned very softly, once again surprised at how much more exquisite a tongue felt against her without any hair in the way. She put a hand on his head, then drank from the milk bottle again, slowly humping against Tom's mouth as his tongue drove into her hot little pussy and began to fuck her.
For Tom, it wasn't exactly what he had fantasized about, but he wasn't complaining. The feel of her round little ass cheeks under his hands was fantastic, and the taste and smell of her newly washed, newly shaved pussy crack really turned him on.
The many tongues and fingers which had worked her over that day had only served to make her pussy even more sensitive, and she was soon riding his tongue with soft gasps and moans.
Erin came out of the bathroom then and halted, surprised. She smirked and snorted to see her husband on his knees, worshipping Nicky's snatch, and thought of how she was going to tease him later about teaching Nicky a lesson.
Nicky came with a shudder, bucking against his tongue as the milk jug shook up and down, spilling more milk on her chest.
She arched her back, gasping from the heat as her lower torso humped furiously into his face, then upended the bottle, gasping as it poured over her breasts and chest, spilled down her belly, and slid in against her pussy slit and his madly lapping tongue.
She continued to shake, her movements more and more desperate as the orgasm rippled back and forth inside her. Then she gasped and her legs finally bent as she stumbled forward.
Tom's hands on her ass held her up and kept her from falling, and she backed away with a deep gasp, smiling at Erin.
"Okay," she said, "Get on the table there and I'll fuck you." Tom eagerly stripped and climbed on the kitchen table, then sat back as Nicky climbed up and straddled him. Erin moved in and watched as the young woman gripped his cock and held it upright, then rubbed her slick little slit up and down along it.
"Want to fuck me," Nicky whispered. "Give it to me hard." She let the head sink into her, forcing her swollen pussy lips back as she groaned in delight.
Tom reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft meat as Nicky sank down inch by inch, taking him up inside her.
Erin moved up next to them and began to rub Nicky's clit with the tip of her finger, and Nicky cursed softly, sliding lower, taking Tom's big prick up deep.
"Oh, that's good!" she gasped. "Rubber and plastic just can't match the feel of real prick."
Tom gloried in the tightness of her pussy around his throbbing tool.
"Did you know that Kelly had me like you wanted to, Tommy?" Nicky whispered. "I was on all fours, licking Kim's pussy, when Kelly used a strap-on dildo and rode me like crazy."
Tom's fingers worked more and more desperately as they crushed her small breasts, and he started raising his hips, humping up into her.
"Then she...pushed a dildo into my ass-hole," Nicky gasped. Erin smirked at how aroused her husband was getting, but at the same time, decided Nicky was getting too cocky.
She moved behind her, one hand still on her belly, finger still rubbing on her clit, then licked down between her small buttocks and began to flick her tongue at the young woman's ass-hole. Nicky gasped, her taunting words halting in mid-sentence as she felt Erin's tongue circling her ass-hole.
"Oh, God!" she whispered.
Erin giggled, then pushed her tongue forward. Nicky cried out as the soft, slippery tongue pushed into her and began to pump in and out, and she felt Erin's lips against her ass-hole. She came desperately, madly, bouncing up and down on Tom's hard prick as she squealed and cried out with the intensity of the pleasure.
Her spasming pussy tore at Tom's prick meat and he gave in, his own climax sending a white wave of sperm pumping up into the young woman's heaving, writhing body. Yet, he was so hot, so aroused that he stayed hard, and even as Erin began to sway and her head started to loll back and forth, he sat up, his arms around her, crushing his lips up against hers.
Then he rolled over atop her as Erin stepped back. Seconds later, he was on his knees between her legs as she smiled bliss filling her. He rolled her onto her belly, then a strong hand pulled her ass into the air and he thrust into her.
Nicky groaned weakly at first, but then pushed herself up on her arms, head back. "Go for it," she panted. "Do me, baby! Fuck me!"
Tom needed no urging, his fingers digging into her flanks as he pounded his cock into her with savage hunger and need. Erin walked around the table and bent, taking Nicky's head in her hands and kissing her deeply. Their tongues moved together as Nicky's body shuddered to the pounding of Tom's hips and the thrusting of his hard cock.
Nicky stayed overnight with them, and despite how weary she was from her long evening of fucking and sucking, she and Tom fucked long into the night. Erin would just get to sleep after one session, as the three lay there wearily, when one or the other would start up again.
She was tired enough herself to stay out of it for the most part. Also, she'd had plenty of Nicole, both during the afternoon and during the evening, and lots of Tom, of course.
Besides, she had her own party planned for next day, and didn't want to be too tired to enjoy it.
Nicky didn't leave until noon, and she didn't put her clothes back on until five minutes before that. Then Tom and Erin spent a more or less normal Sunday afternoon. Tom read the paper while Erin caught up on a little housework. Then they went out to a small cafe and sat in the sun for a while, drinking coffee.
Erin still had a hard time not thinking about what was going to happen that evening. It was something she'd always fantasized about. And as the hours ticked down she felt a growing heaviness in her loins.
By the time the doorbell rang, she was so excited, her skin felt raw and electric. She ran into the bedroom, not wanting to see whoever it was. She still hadn't decided what to wear. She'd changed her mind a dozen times.
She'd gone over all the hot, sexy leather and plastic things she'd bought, and had finally decided on the orange plastic pants with the big square holes along the hips, and a matching halter. But now she changed her mind again.
The bell rang again, then again, while she stared at her clothes in frustration, trying to pick the perfect thing to wear. Finally, she decided to keep it simple.
When she finally walked out into the living room, nervously smiling at Brian, Neil and Mike, she was wearing a short, shining, tissue-thin green dress that hung loosely around her thighs and white heels.
She knew all of them, of course, but each had promised to bring a friend, so she didn't know the other three men sitting in the living room. Tom introduced them as Paul, a husky black man, Dave, a sun-bronzed blond, and Peter, a curly-haired cop who worked with Kelly, and had come with Neil.
The six of them looked up at her hungrily as she stood there, especially the three strangers. Erin had never felt like such a complete sexual animal as she did then, all those lustful male eyes boring into her.
She got drinks for each of them, trying not to blush too much. Everyone was acting casual, or trying to. But everyone knew what they were there for, and the casual talk held little interest for them.
She sat down amid them, between Neil and Peter, primly crossing her legs as the men talked about the football game the previous evening.
Just as it was Kelly who had started things the previous evening, it was Kelly's husband Neil who did it then.
"You know, the ladies had a much more interesting evening than we did, Tom," he said.
"Yeah, so I heard."
"They had a little lesbian orgy," Neil said with a grin. Brian knew that, of course and Mike, but the other three men immediately looked interested.
"It wasn't an orgy, exactly," she said. "I mean, there was only six of us."
"And all those sex toys, the dildos and vibrators. Each vibrator could be equal to one man."
"More like three or four," she sniffed. "Since they never got soft."
Several of the men snorted or made loud protestations about how long they could stay hard. Neil just smirked, then slid his hand onto her bare leg. She pretended to ignore it, but every man there kept his eyes on that hand as it stroked up and down along her leg just above her knee.
"How many women did you have sex with yesterday, Erin?" he asked.
"Uhm, I'm not sure," she said, blushing. "Did you do anything with Kelly."
"Uh...I gave her head."
"What about Amanda?"
"The same. And...kind of...we kissed and rubbed our pussies together."
"What about Kim?"
"We used a double-headed dildo."
She was squirming a little, and she let her legs uncross as his hand slowly eased upwards, his fingers edging her light skirt higher.
"Did you do a sixty-nine?"
"With Nicky, and Morgan."
His fingers stroked along the inside of her thigh now, and her skirt eased up high enough for the men across to see her thin silk panties.
"You liked all that, did you?"
"Yeah," she said, her chest tightening as his fingers brushed against the crotch of her panties.
"Guess you like your sex," he said, sliding his fingers through her hair.
"A lot," she sighed as he turned her head to him and kissed her.
It was a soft kiss, but she slumped lower, letting her legs slide very slowly apart as his fingers traced the line of her slit through her panties, then tugged the waistband down and slipped inside them.
She felt his fingers probe at her slit, felt them slide along it, then ease inside, where she was already warm and wet. She groaned, spreading her legs wider as another hand, this one from the guy on the other side, Peter, reached out and cupped her left breast, squeezing and massaging it.
She continued to kiss Neil as Peter's lips moved along the other side of her neck and Neil's fingers wriggled up higher inside her pussy. Neil and Peter then lifted her ass a little, tugging the thin dress up her body. She lifted her arms with a groan as the dress was pulled free.
Her little lacy bra followed, and seconds later, her panties were slipped down her legs and off. She spread her legs wide apart, one going across Peter's lap, the other across Neil's, her insides boiling as she looked at the three men across the table staring at her.
Neil drove his fingers back into her pussy, then bent and kissed her throat. Peter licked and sucked on one breast, his hands sliding up and down her body. She reached out and rubbed their crotches, then undid their zippers and pants, and rubbed at their hot hard cocks.
Mike slipped his shirt off and pulled the table out of the way, then knelt between her legs, licking at her slit. Tom moved in and handed him a vibrator, and he and several of the men chuckled as Mike began to slide it up and down her cleft.
Erin moaned, her ass rolling from side to side. Mike pushed the dildo into her, pumping it slowly, sliding it deeper and deeper until it was buried in her hot, wet pussy. Neil's thumb stroked rapidly across her clitoris, and he and Peter sucked hard on her nipples as she approached her first climax.
She cried out, arching her back, jerking and shaking on the couch as the pleasure rolled over her.
The men then pulled the vibrator free and lifted her off the sofa and onto the floor. She took her position on all fours, surrounded by them, gripped by a heady mixture of lust and excitement.
Neil thrust into her hard, and she grunted, lurching forward briefly before spreading her arms out ahead of her. Then Peter dropped in front of her and fed her his cock. He pumped slowly, but she eased forward, gripping his ass, then sliding her lips all the way down his cock to the balls.
Several of the men cursed in excitement to see her swallow cock, and she moaned in pleasure, feeling like an incredibly wanton sexual creature. Neil hammered at her from behind, his hips slapping hard against her buttocks, his cock spearing deep into the swirling heat of her pussy.
Her breasts swung to and fro below her for only a few seconds before hands began to paw and squeeze them. She didn't know whose and didn't care. She knelt there surrounded by men, hands all over her, and basked in the sexual overload.
Hands ran up and down her back, down her belly to finger her clit, through her hair, over her neck, and, of course, over her ass and breasts. Men knelt on either side of her, watching and stroking, their cocks hard as she was pumped from both directions. Peter came inside her and another man, Mike, took his place, his cock thinner but longer. She sucked eagerly, grunting with the force of impact from Neil's hard rutting.
Neil came, but she hardly noted it except for the quickening of his strokes. Then he pulled back and someone else thrust into her, skewering her hard, then pumping from different directions, different angles, his cock moving steadily in and out as he gripped her flanks.
The men were talking, saying obscene things, making her gasp in heat and excitement.
When Mike finished, Brian moved in, but whoever was fucking her-it turned out to be Dave-stopped him and, instead, pulled out. "Brian. Lay back on your back. We'll have her slide her pussy down your cock," Dave said.
Brian agreed and Erin eagerly straddled him, then, with everyone watching, sank her bald little slit down on his prick, groaning in pleasure and to turn on the guys, feeling full as his cock impaled her.
Then Dave pushed at her back, getting her to lean down, to press her soft breasts against Brian's chest. She felt his cock at her anus, then his finger probing, pushing in and out, slick with lubricant. She groaned in delight, then turned her head as someone called her. She found Tom's cock at her lips and she took it in as Dave slowly worked his own prick up into her ass.
Dave's cock slid deep and she groaned around Tom's prick, bobbing her lips as she lifted her chest a little.
Dave and Brian pawed at her breasts as Brian started to hump up into her. Then Tom pulled back and Paul moved in to take his place. She didn't see Tom for a bit, busy with Paul's cock, and with the two cocks straining her belly.
She came again, body wriggling and writhing between the men as the sexual heat burned through her mind and the orgasmic power flayed her senses again and again. She went limp as it eased, but her body continued to jerk up and down as the three men worked their cocks into her.
It was some time before the cocks stopped coming, and then she was lifted and turned. She yelped as two of the stronger guys, Neil and Paul, each held one of her ankles up and apart. She dazedly noticed Tom standing to one side, holding their camcorder, and she came again just at the thought of her being on videotape.
The men held her as she shook and writhed, then lifted her a bit higher. Peter then lay on his back beneath her and the other two lowered her so her lips slid down his hard cock. They slid their cocks into her ass and pussy then, holding them there as Mike moved in and eased just inside Neil. Neil had to bend forward a little, keeping his legs well apart so Mike could go in front of him. Mike gripped her breasts and slipped his cock between them, then began to massage her soft breast meat around his stiff cock. Then she felt her hands taken, lifted up and out to either side. A hard cock was slipped into her palms, and she closed her fingers around them.
She came again, the sheer wickedness of what was happening overwhelming her. All the men started fucking her then, whether it was her hands or her ass or her tits, and she floated on a sea of blissful sexual fever, groaning and grunting around Peter's cock, jerking and shaking as she came again, then again, then again. Sex with six guys, and it was more than she could stand! It was such an incredible rush that she could hardly breath, and her mind tumbled and twisted like a cork in a high sea.
After that she really did need to recover. She lay back, sprawled back, on one of the big, overstuffed chairs while the guys drank a few beers.
It took her a lot less time to get her energy back, though, then it did the men to get ready. Grinning at them, she spread her legs apart, draping them across the arms of the chair, slumping down a little.
"You all ready to start again?" she taunted.
"Give us a break, honey," Tom groaned.
"Ha! None of us women had to rest," she said with a grin. "You men just don't have any staying power."
"We're not made of stone," Mike said.
"Unfortunately."
"But we do have plastic," Brian said.
Tom grinned, then he and Neil fished out the sex toys. The rest looked on as they worked vibrators up her pussy and ass, then pressed two more against her nipples, rolling them back and forth. Erin felt like her entire body was going to shake apart, and thrashed wildly as she climaxed again and again. Tom and Neil were relentless, though, pleasuring her with the vibrators, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until her stomach ached and she could hardly breath.
The sight and sound of her soon had the men hard again, and they gathered around her once more, stiff pricks jutting out demandingly. Once again, she was taken from three directions, grunting in pleasure as male flesh surrounded her.
At one point, she fell asleep, then woke, bleary-eyed, as someone-Dave, she soon realized-rolled her onto her stomach. She was wearing cowboy boots, but couldn't remember when she'd put them on.
Dave let his hands move slowly over her round buttocks, following the smooth contours of her body, then gently gripped her legs and spread them wide apart. She groaned comfortably, raising her ass a little as he knelt between her thighs, feeling incredibly open as his fingers probed at her ass.
He bent and she felt his lips on her ass, felt his tongue sliding over her round cheeks, then dipping in against her wrinkled little anal opening. His tongue circled slowly, then dipped inside. It was incredibly soft and slick, and she squirmed in delight as it pumped in and out of her.
His fingers slipped into her pussy, his thumb stroking her clit as he tongue-fucked her small hole. She was soon humping slowly up against him, grinding her hips in a soft, comfortable humping motion, groaning in pleasure.
Then he mounted her, sliding his prick down slowly into her anus, dipping it in, then pulling it back, letting it penetrate slowly until his balls were pressed flat against her ass cheeks. He let his weight down on her then, sighing comfortably as he licked at the nape of her neck.
She felt very full back there, but it was a delicious kind of fullness. And as Dave began to grind his pelvis against her she could feel his big prick twisting from side to side in her. Slowly, he started to pump, his pelvis grinding up and down first, then, as he increased the size of his strokes, rising up off her to pull his long length of cock up out of the depths of her body, then falling again to thrust it home.
It was a long, relaxed ass fuck, with his prong pumping slowly in and out of her as he rubbed his face against her hair, and slid a hand under her to cup and hold one soft, round breast.
She held her legs as wide as possible, enjoying the feel of his cock as it slid back and forth inside her, sighing, then rose, then pressed in, then rose again in time to the hard cock's thrusting.
Often, he would stop after a deep thrust and then roll his hips, grinding himself against her so his stiff cock twisted around in her, then he would give her several hard thrusts before slowing once more.
He finished with a final flurry, his hips smacking into her ass and bouncing them both on the bed. Then he disappeared and she fell back asleep.
A little later, Tom came in and woke her, smiling as he stroked her hair.
"So how did that go? like you wanted?"
"Yeah," she groaned softly. "Maybe next time, more guys though."
He laughed, and after a minute, she giggled as well.
He helped her off with the boots, then picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, where he'd run a bath. She groaned from the hot water, but relaxed snugly as he soaped her up gently, then lifted her out and bundled her in towels.
"Next week, the orgy," she said with a weak smile. "Tramp," he said, grinning.
It all left her so exhausted she had to take the next day off from work. She almost giggled when she called in, wondering what they'd say if she told them the truth, that she'd been fucked so hard she could hardly walk.
Mostly, it was the muscular spasms that her orgasms had brought which had exhausted her. Too many orgasms, too many spasms, all too close together. Every muscle in her body felt sore.
Nicky came over and gave her a massage, with some nice oil. But when Tom plugged in the VCR, the chaste massage turned sexual, with both women wide-eyed and hot at the sight of Erin's gang bang.
Erin's clitty was so swollen and tender that just the merest stroke of Nicky's finger sent her into convulsions.
Nicky began to spend an awful lot of time around them, in fact, and a few weeks later, she moved in. Erin liked her a lot, and the three made excellent partners in bed.
Erin and Tom had their first orgy the following weekend. All the participants from the previous weekend were invited, along with an Asian couple Neil and Kelly had met. Just as at the previous two parties, it started out with everyone standing around, glasses in hands, chatting idly.
The difference, of course, was, again, that everyone knew it was to be an orgy, and, as the women eyed the men and the men eyed the women, all were planning and waiting, measuring each potential partner and deciding who they wanted to get their hands on first. She and Kim started it with a deep-throating session, teaching the other women, none of whom had ever done it, how to deep-throat. They used a dildo to demonstrate, and although everyone laughed and made admiring sounds, there was a rising undercurrent of sexual desire through the group.
And when Kim demonstrated on one of the men, the group soon began to strip. Before long, Mike was thrusting into her from behind as she continued her demonstration. Then Erin was locked in an embrace with Peter, who buried his face between her tits even before he had managed to pull her dress off.
The living room and dining room were soon full of naked flesh as the orgy got into high gear. Gasps and moans, yelps and cries of pleasure filled the air as bodies moved and slid together, then apart, then together. Erin no sooner would finish with one partner, or two, when another would present him or herself.
She saw shy Amanda being fucked from two sides, riding Brian's cock as Dave rutted into her ass. Nicky was on her knees sucking Peter's cock. Even Morgan was laying back with her heels back behind her head while Paul rammed his cock down into her with hard, steady strokes.
She got up and wandered over to where Tom and Kelly were together in post-coitus comfort and squatted beside them. "Having fun?"
"Lots," Kelly said, grinning.
"I could use a drink," Tom said.
She nodded and got up, wanting one herself. She wandered into the kitchen, past where Neil had Kim up against the wall, and opened the fridge, then took out a bottle of cola as she reached up above her for glasses.
Mike padded in then, yawning, his cock bobbing a little as he walked. It was odd, yet nice to see everyone walking around in their birthday suits, and she smiled at him as she poured a drink. "Hi," he said, reaching around her to casually cup and squeeze her breast.
"Hi yourself. Want a drink?"
"Why not?"
He reached into the open fridge as she made it and came out with a can of cream whip. He grinned as he shot some into his mouth and swallowed it.
"Pig."
"You bet."
He shot some towards her mouth, but she yelped and turned away, so it hit her cheek. He laughed and turned her, moving in to lick it off her cheek. His hand slid down onto her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, then he spurted some more cream whip on her breasts, licking it off.
Soon, she was laying back on the table, her legs up over his shoulders as he thrust into her by the light coming from the open fridge.
Tom got tired of waiting for his drinks and wandered in, glaring at Mike.
"You could at least have waited until she got me my drink."
"I couldn't resist," Mike said. "Your wife has the tightest little pussy I've ever fucked."
Tom snorted and got his drinks, then walked past them as Erin grunted in delight, her legs bouncing on Mike's shoulders as his hips slapped into her upturned buttocks and his cock slid back and forth between her bald little pussy lips.
Later they held contests. First the men competed to see who could eat pussy the best. Morgan, Kelly and Erin sat back on the sofa and spread their legs, then the first three contestants began to lick. Mike had the best time of the first three, bringing Kelly off in four minutes. Then the next three men took their turns with Kim, Nicky and Amanda. Eventually, the two men with the best times competed, with Neil winning.
Just to put them to shame, however, Morgan and Kelly then competed against each other, and both beat Neil's time, with Nicky the happy subject.
When all the men had worn themselves out, the women turned to their own amusements. When it was found the young Asian woman had never done anything with women, Kelly, Kim and Nicky fought for space between her legs as her wide-eyed husband looked on. Erin and Morgan sucked and massaged her breasts as the other three tongued her entire crotch wildly.
It didn't take much of that kind of thing to get all the men excited once more, and the orgy resumed.
It was a far cry from the simple, straightforward sex she and Tom had known for so long, and Erin found every week bringing new and more interesting friends as their circle of swingers grew. She never regretted that first evening with Neil and Kelly, for never in her life had she enjoyed herself more thoroughly, or lived life more fully.
She continued to wear her, conservative clothes to work, and never involved anyone else-other than Nicky-in their little sexual games. The people there would have been astounded to learn that the woman who worked so studiously went home to multiple partners and screamed with glee as she climaxed again and again. But that somehow made it even better to Erin. She felt like she was living a double life, and was always amused at how the people at work behaved around her, watching their language as though she might be offended.
At work, she was cool and formal, but at night, when Erin went home, things got a little hotter.
