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 The Smorgasbord

   by the Gripping Hand



   The party sounded like it was in full swing by the time I got there.  I
was late because I had to stay at the theatre and make sure everything was
shut off and the place was locked up.  Being stage manager in a community
theatre could be a pain in the ass, but there were upsides, as well.  I
remember one show I worked on.  Towards the end of the show, the girls in
the chorus had to change from workout clothes to evening dresses during a
quick scene change.  Basically, they ran offstage to the wings, stripped
out of everything except panties, and jumped into the dresses I had laid
out for them.  As needed, I would help them with the change, which meant
that I would unbutton/unzip shirts or pants, help pull off tight shirts or
pants, and unhook bras.  I would then help them into their dresses, zip
them up, make sure everything was straight, and move them toward the stage
again.  Did I mention that these were high school aged dancers, with high
school dancer boobs?  Evening dresses.  Boobs.  Many, many boobs.  15
shows, plus dress rehearsals.  That's a lot of high school tit-flesh, and I
appreciated every second of it.

   When the costumer asked me if I had time to help out with this
particular change, I checked my cue book and determined I had enough time
between calling the cues and making sure the set change happened correctly.
Besides, I trusted my deck manager to handle the scene change, and I would
only be a few feet away from my desk.  I told her yes, and she smiled and
gave me her only warning.  "You know, of course, that most of these girls
are doing their first show, and most of them are going to be underage.  So
you can look, but DON'T touch!" Hell, I knew that much already, so I just
looked.  I looked a lot, but I never touched.  Well, not so that they
complained about it.  Let's just say that I became an expert on the
inadvertent fondle during that show.

   I had gotten into theatre by accident.  When I was in high school, there
was girl I had a crush on.  She talked me into auditioning for the school's
production of "Our Town." (God, what a piece of shit!  Why they let high
schools torture kids with that dreck is beyond me!) Anyway, I got a small
part, which was both forgettable and quickly forgotten.  The director
suggested, very gently, that perhaps my talents were better utilized
backstage rather than on stage, and from that show on, I was a techie.

   This summer, I had agreed to work at a theatre in a small resort town
for a summer stock rep company.  We were doing three shows in rotation, so
we kept busy keeping the shows ready to go, making sure the actors hadn't
forgotten their lines or staging, and that the props and sets were in good
shape.  The theatre company had some housing for us in old summer camp
cabins, which were rustic but comfortable enough.

   Tonight, though, was special.  One of the year-round residents of the
resort had taken a shine to the cast this year and had allowed us to use
her house for cast parties.  Most parties were at the camp where we lived,
or at one of the bars or restaurants in town, but we really weren't able to
unwind there.  This place promised to be different.  It was in a secluded
area away from the town, in the middle of a 50 acre wooded lot.  The house
itself was a magnificent log home with a pool and hottub on a deck
overlooking the woods and small lake.  The area was secluded, secure, and
very private, so we didn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors.

   As I found a parking space by the front door to the house, I could hear
music from the deck and hear people laughing, singing, and generally having
a good time.  I know it was going to be a good party when I saw discarded
clothes hanging on the bushes next to the front door.  It appeared to be
mostly men's shirts, but here and there I saw some blouses and at least one
bra.

   The kitchen was toward the back of the house and opened onto the deck. I
stopped at the counter and fixed a plate from the buffet that was laid out,
grabbed a beer from the cooler and headed out to the deck and the party. 
The deck was large, stretching out behind the house and descending in broad
shelves to the pool apron and nearby hot tub.  The stereo was set up near
the house, and people were standing around in small clumps, talking and
nibbling on the food.  No one was in the pool yet, but I was sure that was
going to happen soon enough.

   The crowd was lively, but not terribly large.  The shows the company
were doing had a lot of female cast members and only a few male roles, so
most of the people at the party were females.  The remainder were the
technical staff.  Most of them were locals and would soon head home to
their families.  There were only a couple of guys on the tech staff from
out of town, so we tended to stick together.  Scott, the light and sound
board operator, was from a small college in the midwest and was doing his
first summer stock show.  Eric was the spotlight operator and was a high
school teacher from the east coast, taking his summer vacation to do some
theatre work.  As stage manager, I was nominally their boss, but each of
them was talented and dependable and worked well with minimal supervision.

   I headed toward Scott to see how he liked the party and noticed several
of the party guests had already began to discard clothing.  I saw Sarah was
the one who had left her blouse by the front door and was chatting easily
with Jessica who had obviously left her bra there also.  Bruce, Nathan and
Billy had left their shirts in the bushes as well, and were talking with
Sarah and Jessica.  I paused a moment to admire the girls as they were
backlit by the soft pool light.  Sarah was tall and athletic, with honey
blond hair framing a open face with a pert nose and blue eyes.  Her
athletic build displayed smallish but proud breasts, accented and nicely
displayed by her sports bra.  Jessica was shorter with dark hair and exotic
emerald eyes.  She was also more voluptuous, her large breasts and dark,
prominent nipples easily discernible through the sheer material of her
blouse.  Both girls were wearing tight yoga pants, and both had the really
incredible asses of dancers who kept in shape.

   Of course, all of this beauty was lost on Bruce, Billy and Nathan, who
were not terribly interested in girls, except to trade fashion and grooming
tips.  If you've been around theatre for more than about 15 minutes, you
quickly discover that large percentage of the guys involved in theatre were
gay.  It was simply a fact of life in the theatre community, and nobody
gave it much thought.  I remember a conversation I had with my uncle while
I was in high school.  I was a sophomore and was working on my first show
as a techie.  He told, "Theatre is a great hobby, even if you don't pursue
it professionally.  It gives you a lot of self-confidence, and you get to
meet a lot of people you probably wouldn't usually meet.  And, if you're a
straight guy, it's a frigging smorgasbord!" I tucked that little nugget of
information away, and time and again reflected on how true it was.  I had
mentioned that to Scott one day over beers after a rehearsal.  He went to
an all-male college, so did not have a lot of first-hand experience in that
department.  This was his first experience theatre in a co-ed environment
and was eager to find out what it was like.

   I looked around at the rest of the crowd.  Tamara was over by the
stereo, her dark brown skin set off nicely by the yellow blouse and red
shorts she wore.  Krista was nearby, swaying to the R&B music coming from
the speakers.  Tamara was a larger girl, with full, swaying breasts and a
plump and well-muscled ass.  Krista was of average build with a ready smile
and a quick wit, an affectionate girl quick with a hug or a peck on the
cheek.  Carly was a knockout - a statuesque red-head with long legs, large
up-turned tits and a brushing of freckles across her shoulders.  Brienne
was of asian heritage, with dark hair, a round face, slim hips and boyish
breasts.  All of them, as well as Sarah and Jessica, were accomplished
actresses, used to the lifestyle that went along with a life in the theatre
- late nights, self-confidence and a certain lack of body modesty.

   Tamara looked thirsty, so I grabbed some extra beers and headed over to
where she was dancing with Krista.  They both accepted the drinks
gratefully, and I started dancing with them - poorly, I must admit, but
they didn't seem to mind.  After a couple songs, Krista excused herself to
visit the restroom, leaving Tamara with me at the stereo.  Tamara continued
to dance, and as the next song came on, she turned her back to me, moved up
against me, and began to grind her generous ass against my groin.  I
immediately began to stiffen, and moved my hips in rhythm with hers.  I put
my hands on her waist to keep us close, and leaned against her back so I
could nuzzle her neck.  She moved her head to the side and swept her hair
to one side in order to give me better access, which I capitalized on by
nibbling her neck and earlobe.  She sighed and moaned, continuing to grind
against my stiffening dick.

   We continued in this manner for a minute or so when she reached down,
took my hands in hers, and brought them up and placed them on her tits.  My
dick instantly sprang to full erection as I caressed her breasts and felt
the hard nipples under my hands.  I said, "Want to find someplace a little
more private?"

   She turned to me, kissed me hard, and said, "God, yes" in a breathy
moan. I looked around and then led her off the deck and into the relative
darkness of the surrounding trees, grabbing a towel from a nearby chair. 
Just inside the treeline was a manicured lawn surrounding a birdbath.  I
led her there, spread the towel on the grass, and took her in my arms.  She
turned her face up to mine and we kissed, our hands roaming each other's
back while our tongues met and danced together.  We sank down to the
ground, never breaking our embrace, until we were lying full-length on the
towel.  I moved my free hand from her back, over her ass, then up to her
tits.  She pressed against me and responded eagerly to my stroking.

   As our kiss continued, I shifted my hand to the hem of her top and
slipped it under the fabric, moving it slowly up her side to the cups of
her bra.  I ran my hands over the soft cotton of her bra, feeling her
respond to my touch with quickened breathing and quivering muscles.  I
began to raise the shirt off her body when she suddenly sat up, whipped the
shirt off over her head and unhooked her bra, slipping it off her arms and
tossing it aside.

   For a moment, I just stared, taking in the vision of her massive tits
heaving in front of me.  I reached for them and took them in hands, gently
squeezing and rubbing the delicious flesh.  I bent my head and captured one
of the nipples in my mouth, alternating between sucking on the erect flesh
and nibbling gently on the thumb-sized nubbin.

   She moaned again, laying back on the towel, and using her hands to guide
my head back to her breasts.  I continued to lavish attention to her boobs,
alternating between the two, using my hands to bring first one, then the
other to my mouth.  Tamara was moaning almost continuously now, trying to
rub her crotch against my leg while her hands worked to pull my shirt off
over my head.  I took break from my ministrations to her fabulous chest
while she stripped my shirt off and added it to the pile of clothes.  I
bent back to my work, kissing her on the mouth and nibbling on her lips
before nipping my way down her throat and chest until I reached her tits. I
sucked both nipples again, then continued my way down her stomach, kissing
and biting gently as I went.  I reached the waistband of her shorts, and
passed over her groin, moving to her legs and continuing to kiss my way
down each leg to her toes, then back up.

   While I was attending to her legs, she had reached up into the leg of my
shorts and worked her hand into my underwear, running her nails over the
flesh of my ass.  I took this as an indication that I could go on, and
worked my way back to her crotch, this time working my way inward to her
thighs.  I reached down and moved the crotch of her shorts aside so that I
could lick her panty-covered pussy.  As I did, she shifted her hand around
to grab my dick and began to stroke it with a strong, sure grip.

   After a few moments of mutual pleasure, I moved so that I could rest
between her legs.  She moaned in disappointment when I stopped licking her,
but I soon silenced her when I hooked my fingers into the waistbands of her
shorts and panties.  I paused for a moment to look up to her face, asking
the silent questions.  She smiled and lifted her butt off the towel so I
could slide the clothes off her ass and down her legs.  They soon joined
the pile of discarded clothes, and I paused to examine what I had
discovered.

   The light was dim, filtering through the surrounding trees, and cast a
dappled shadow across her luscious body.  The hair on her mound was trimmed
but not shaved, curing tightly against her dark flesh.  I bent my face to
her, and she arched her hips up to meet me.  I breathed deeply, savoring
her scent before I dipped my tongue into the inviting slit before me.  I
began to lick slowly, circling around her sex, moving my tongue through her
pubic hair and along her thighs, over her lips, and back along the other
thigh.  She began to tell me to lick her, to put my tongue in her, to kiss
her down there.  I kept teasing her until she grabbed my head and tried to
pull me where she wanted to me go.  At that, I speared my tongue into her
wetness, tasting the dripping excitement there, and then moved by tongue up
until I brushed it over to clit.  I settled in there, working her clit over
with my tongue, drawing moans, gasps, and exclamations from her.

   She began to buck her hips up toward me, urging me on.  I alternated
between licking her slit and gathering her moisture on my tongue and
working over her clit.  She got louder, almost chanting her desire for me
to make her come.  As I continued to drive her toward her orgasm, I thought
I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye.  When I looked, I
didn't see anything there, so I chalked it up to an errant breeze stirring
the trees.  Meanwhile, Tamara was getting closer, now saying, "Oh God, I'm
gonna cum!  I'm gonna...." Just then, she tensed up, clamping her legs
around my head and whimpering loudly before relaxing and dropping her legs
back to the ground.

   As she recovered from her orgasmic high, she opened her eyes and smiled
at me, motioning me to move up along side of her.  As I did, she brought
her head up to kiss me, softly and deeply, her arms holding me tightly to
her.  I returned her kiss, stroking her gently as her breathing slowed to a
more normal rate.  She finally broke the kiss and looked at me with a
slightly troubled expression.

   "What's wrong?  Did I hurt you?" I asked, with a bit of concern that I
might have bitten something sensitive.

   "No.  God, no.  That was incredible.  I haven't cum like that for a
while.  You hit all the right spots.  No, you did just fine.  I just hope
no one heard me."

   "I wouldn't worry about that.  If anything, you might get a request to
moan in a different key, but I don't think anyone's going to be offended."

   She giggled in response, then turned serious again.  "Well, ... there's
something else." Tamara hesitated, then went on.  "I haven't had the chance
to renew my birth-control prescription yet, so I can't let you make love to
me or cum inside me, even though I really, REALLY want you to.  Please
don't think I'm a tease.  There are a couple other things we can do
instead, but I wanted to be upfront with you."

   Well, what do you say to that, when you've got a raging hard-on and a
naked girl in front of you?  I smiled back at her and said, "I really want
to make love to you, but I understand your concern.  We can do whatever you
feel comfortable doing, and I'll be OK with that."

   "I hoped you'd say something like that.  Let me show you what I have in
mind." With that, she reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it firmly
from root to tip and back again.  She then shimmied down to where she could
take me in her mouth.  She started by licking the head around and then
tonguing the tip, collecting the pre-cum that had collected there.  I laid
back, and she moved between my legs, continuing to minister to my cock as I
growled in pleasure.

   After spending a few minutes giving my dick a good going-over, she moved
up toward me, capturing my dick between her tits.  Holding her boobs around
my cock with her hands, she began to rock back and forth, my dick sliding
between her tits with each motion.  As the head popped out of the top of
her cleavage, she would bend her neck and capture the head in her mouth
before letting it slip out and slide back down the slippery channel between
her boobs.

   She kept this up, varying the speed of the motion and the intensity of
her sucking until I was right at the edge.  "I'm really close, Tam.  I'm
gonna cum soon," I moaned.

   "Do it, baby.  Cum on my tits.  Let it go on my boobs." My orgasm rushed
through me, pulsing through my chest and erupting out my cock.  I came in
spurts, each blast painting the top of her fleshy tits with a coating of
white liquid.  When the geyser subsided, she bent and kissed my cock again
and licked some of the semen from her tits.  Suddenly, she stopped, looking
to my left into the trees surrounding us.  I followed her gaze and saw
Krista standing there, one hand on her tit, squeezing the small nipple, and
the other in the front of her shorts, obviously stroking her pussy.

   She started when she noticed we saw her and began to move away.  "Wait,"
Tamara said.  "Don't go.  Come join us.  Come on, come over here." She
patted the ground next to her, encouraging Krista to move forward.

   Krista moved tentatively, slipping her hand from her shorts and letting
her blouse fall back over her exposed breast.  She walked forward, looking
sheepish.  "I'm sorry I watched.  I saw you leave the deck and thought I
would see where you went.  I heard what you were doing, so I thought I
would stay back and just watch.  You guys looked really hot together.  I
especially liked watching you cum on Tam's chest, Vinny." By that time, she
was kneeling next to us, her eyes fixed on Tam's boobs as they moved with
her breathing, the cum still pooling on them.

   Tam said she didn't mind if Krista was watching us, and I echoed her
comments.  I thought Krista was kind of hot, even if she was physically the
polar opposite of Tamara.  Tam caught the intensity of Krista's gaze and
lifted her finger to her tit and scooped up a drop of the fluid.  She
reached her hand toward Krista, and Krista leaned forward, almost eager to
taste it.  She captured Tamara's finger in her mouth, sucking the cum off
of it with obvious delight.  Krista said, "I've always liked the taste of
cum, but most guys don't seem to want to spend time with me."

   Tamara, sensing Krista's awkwardness, said, "I happen to think you look
great, and I can tell by Vin's dick that he thinks so, too." With that, she
let her tits separate to show my slowly stiffening dick.  Tam went on, "It
looks like he might have something left for you, but it may take a while."
With a theatrical sigh, she then said, "And here I've got all the cum on my
tits, and I don't know what to do about it." As she said it, she stared
fixedly at Krista, holding her boobs in her hands and offering them toward
Krista.

   "Are you sure?"

   Tam didn't reply, but leaned forward, bringing her tits closer to
Krista. Krista breathed deeply, then leaned toward Tam, reaching out her
tongue to gather some more of the cum off of Tamara's chest.  The more she
tasted, the more intense her efforts became, so that after a few minutes,
she had taken Tam's tits in her small hands and was licking every square
inch of tit-flesh to ensure she didn't miss any.  I had a ringside seat to
all of this and watched the erotic scene as it unfolded.  With each lick
and moan, I grew more erect and less sated.

   Unable to watch and not participate, I reached out to Krista and ran my
hand over her small breasts.  She had small swellings on her chest, almost
like a pubescent girl, but with pronounced (and very hard) nipples.  I
tweaked them through her shirt, then ran my hand under the blouse to caress
the hot flesh there.

   Apparently, she was finished with cleaning off Tam's tits, because she
suddenly turned and launched herself at me, pinning me back on the ground
and kissing me hard.  She stabbed her tongue into my mouth and we kissed,
hotly and with great passion.  While she was doing that, I could tell that
Tam was stripping the shorts and panties off Krista and running her hand up
between her legs, alternating fondling my balls and running her fingers
over Krista's clit.  It didn't take long before Krista tossed off her
blouse, lay her head on my chest and began biting my shoulder as I used one
hand to massage her chest and the other to squeeze her ass.  Krista came in
a frenzy of motion, squirming atop me, biting my chest and shoulder while
crying out her pleasure.

   She came down from the orgasmic high slowly, her breathing rapid and her
eyes closed.  I continued to massage her nipples and ass, and soon
encouraged her to move up so that I could suck on her nipples as she
breathed.  Finally, she groaned and said, "That was the most intense orgasm
I've ever had!  It was just...wow."

   She slid back down so that she was laying by my side on the right while
Tam snuggled up to my left.  I put my arms around both girls and we lay
there comfortably for a few minutes.  After a bit, Krista spoke up, her
eyes downcast and her hand fluttering nervously on my stomach.  "I'm sorry
I interrupted you guys.  I didn't want to get in the way, but it just
looked so hot."

   Once again, Tam and I reassured her that it was all right, that we
weren't mad, and that she was welcome to join us.  To make the point
clearly, Tam took Krista's hand and placed it around my still-hard cock,
encouraging her to stroke me.  "Go ahead.  I couldn't take him inside me,
but if you're on the pill and want to, I'll bet he'll make love to you."

   With that, Krista's eyes shot to my face, trying to gauge my reaction. I
smiled and said, "I'd like that.  If you want to, we could do that.  Or we
could do just about anything else you want."

   Krista smiled shyly and looked from me to Tam.  "I'd love to, but..."

   "But you don't want to push me out?  No problem - I'll just join in.  It
doesn't seem like you have any problem with girl-on-girl contact, and I
think Vinny is man enough to handle us both.  You take that end," giving my
cock a pat, "and I'll take this one," leaning over to kiss me.

   When she drew back, I said, "Don't I get a vote?"

   In unison, they replied, "Oh, hell no!" and giggled.

   "How about a suggestion, then?" They nodded for me to go on.  "How about
Krista lets me eat her first while Tam sucks me (if you want) so I can
taste that pretty pussy of hers?  Then, when she's good and ready, you can
switch, and I'll eat Tam while Krista gets to ride the white stallion."

   This drew a chorus of laughter as both Krista and Tam started making
jokes about the stupid names guys give their penis.  When they settled
down, Krista swung around and crouched over my face while Tam positioned
herself at my dick.  I reached and grabbed her ass with my hands and drew
her dripping slit into reach of my tongue.  Her public hair was sparse and
dark, tufted slightly on her mound.  Her slit gaped slightly, with her
inner lips just barely protruding beyond the outer, pink and swollen with
her excitement.  I flicked my tongue gently along her slit, tasting her
sweetness just as I could feel Tam take my dick into her mouth.

   I focused on Krista, both to prolong my orgasm and to make sure that
Krista enjoyed the ride.  I continued to trace her pussy lips with my
tongue, making her squirm on my face while her juices coated my chin.  With
my hands on her butt, it was easy to control her position.  I used my hands
to shift her forward so that I could run my tongue over her puckered
rosebud.  She moaned louder, gasping, "oh, god, he's licking my
ass....feels so good...ahhhh" as I continued to rim her.  I stiffened my
tongue so I could poke it past her sphincter a couple of times, drawing
another squeal from her, before shifting her back so I could tongue her
pussy again.  This time, I started working on her clit, helping her build
her excitement, but not enough to get her off, just as Tam was slowly
working my dick, keeping me excited without bringing me close to climax.

   "Ready to switch, Krista?" Tam asked, replacing her mouth with her hand.

   "Uhhh, switch...yeah, sure, ok." It took a second for her to focus on
what she said, and then she pivoted to the side so that she could move down
to my waist while Tam moved up to my head.  Tam remained at my side while
Krista positioned herself over my dick.  Tam reached down and took my dick
and positioned it at the entrance to Krista's pussy, sliding it back and
forth in an unnecessary effort to make sure we were both well-lubricated.
Krista hunched forward, then sat back, lowering herself onto my dick slowly
and with a groan of pleasure.

   Once Krista was fully impaled, she let out a quavering sigh and started
to rock back and forth, rubbing her clit on the base of my dick.  In the
meantime, Tam swung her leg over my head, positioning herself on my face,
facing Krista.  The two girls leaned against each other and kissed, with
Krista began bouncing up and down on my cock and Tam shifting her hips back
and forth as my tongue found her slit.  I reached to grab her ass and
shifted my tongue so that I could lick her ass, much as I had done to
Krista.  Tam squealed, "Oh, god, Krista, you were right.  It's incredible
when he licks your asshole.  Oh, my god!" I couldn't see what was
happening, but it sounded like Krista had begun to suck on Tam's tits while
she was riding me.  I imagined that Tam was also rubbing Krista's nipples,
letting their pleasure grow.

   Tam, Krista and I were all moaning now, the girls fairly loudly while I
was more . . .  muffled.  I latched onto Tam's clit and worked it over
while reaching with one hand to grab her tit and using the other to reach
for Krista's.  I continued to lick Tam when she suddenly screamed, "Oh,
god, I'm cummming!" and pressed hard against my face while she spasmed.  As
she came, she pulled Krista's face to her chest and continued to cry out.
Finally, she relaxed as her orgasm receded, releasing Krista's face and
lifting her ass from my face.  She moved off me, turning so she could watch
Krista as she worked herself toward an orgasm.  I reached up to Krista, and
she bent forward, continuing to move up and down on my cock as she bent and
kissed me.  My hands grabbed her ass as I began to thrust more vigorously
into her, my up thrusts meeting her down thrusts with a liquid slapping
sound.

   She began to grunt in time to our thrusting, starting low but gradually
increasing in pitch until she was almost keening in pleasure.  I knew she
was close, and I couldn't hold back any more.  "I'm gonna cum," I breathed.

   "Oh, god, yes.  Do it.  I'm cu...." She tried to finish the statement,
but her orgasm overrode her higher brain functions and she simply cried out
and froze atop me, her body quivering with the intensity of her climax. 
The ripple of muscles in her tight, wet pussy sent me over the edge, and I
came with a groan, sending streams of semen into her.  We held there,
locked into our passion and then both slowly relaxed, our breath mingling
as we shared a tender post-orgasm kiss.

   Krista slid off me, our combined juices running into the soil under her.
Tam joined us on my other side, her hand resting on my chest as she
pillowed her head on my arm.  The soft summer breeze played over us as we
lay there in companionable silence, our hands caressing one another gently.
As we recovered, I began to take stock of our surroundings once again.  The
lights of the house were visible through the trees, and the sounds of the
party carried on the wind.

   We could hear the laughter of our friends, and the sound of splashing
indicated that the pool and hot tub were seeing some use.  "Anybody feel
like a dip in the hot tub?" I suggested.  Both girls thought it would be a
good idea, so when we thought we would be steady on our feet again, we
collected our clothes and used the towel to clean ourselves up.  Taking
everything with us, we headed toward the house.

   As we left the tree line behind us, we walked around the deck toward the
hot tub.  I noticed that the party seemed to have shifted there, as no one
was near the stereo or bar.  Turning the corner of the deck, we saw that
the festivities had indeed moved to the pool area.  At the far end of the
pool deck, Bruce, Nathan and Billy were engaged in an oral daisy chain. 
Closer to the hot tub, Carly and Sarah were naked and lying on a chaise
lounger, engaged in an enthusiastic session of mutual oral sex.  As we
watched, Carly lifted her head to move her hair out of her eyes, and we
were treated to a fantastic view of Sarah's shaved mound awaiting the
further efforts of Carly's lips and tongue.

   At the edge of the hot tub, Scott and Eric were standing next to each
other on one of the seats of the hot tub, facing the pool.  Both were
standing knee-deep in the water.  Both were naked, as were the two girls on
their hands and knees in front of them, between the hot tub and the pool.
Jessica and Brienne were next to each other, and Scott and Eric were
balls-deep in the girls.  Scott had his hands on Brienne's hips, drawing
her ass back to him as he plunged into her, their wet bodies making a
slapping sound when the met.  Eric had his hands flat on Jessica's back,
his movements slower and less urgent than Scott's.  Jessica urged him on,
rotating her hips as she leaned back into him, one hand supporting her
while the other diddled her clit.  Jessica's large breasts swayed back and
forth with the couple's motions, while Brienne's smaller tits jiggled
smartly with each vigorous thrust.

   As we approached, we decided that perhaps the hot tub was a bit too
crowded to relax in, so we opted for a dip in the pool instead.  After we
slipped into the water, we glanced around and realized that everywhere we
looked, someone was making love.  Judging from the contented sighs coming
from the lounge chair near the pool, it appeared that Carly and Sarah had
just finished up.  Carly had just moved to lie next to Sarah, their lips
meeting in a satisfied kiss while their hands trailed fingertips across
tender flesh.  When they finally sat up, I motioned for them to join us in
the pool.  As they moved toward us, I admired their lithe, toned bodies. 
Each smiled as they entered the pool, getting kissed by Tam, Krista and me
as they stepped in.  I could still smell the intoxicating musk on their
lips as we kissed, the scent both stimulating and intoxicating.

   Shortly thereafter, the foursome at the edge of the hot tub came in a
symphony of moans, groans, squeaks and quiet screams.  Brienne and Jessica
opened their eyes to see an appreciative audience, smiling and clapping
softly at the now-concluded performance.  After a bit of clean-up, Jessica
and Brienne joined Scott and Eric in the hot tub, inviting us to join them.
We quickly moved from the pool to the hot tub, settling in and relaxing in
the frothing water.  Billy, Bobby and Nathan came up shortly thereafter,
and we rearranged the now-full hot tub to find space for them.  I ended up
sitting next to Jessica while Carly sat on my lap, my fingers gently
playing with her nipples as she leaned back against me.

   We all chatted amiably, relaxing the warm water, while the soft summer
evening deepened around us and the summer stars wheeled overhead.  The
evening finally wound down as people started to head home, relaxed and
comfortably satiated, body and soul and restored for the weeks ahead.

   The next day, as we assembled at the theatre for rehearsal, I looked
around at the cast and crew.  People were talking to each other in a
relaxed manner, evidencing a comfort level that had not existed before.  I
caught snatches of conversation about the party last night, most of them
value descriptions of having had a good time.  As I was going about my
preparations, Carly came up to and gave me a quick hug.  I hugged her back,
enjoying the feeling of her body against mine.  "Did you sleep well last
night?" I asked.

   She smiled, saying "Not as well as you did, I bet." As I spocked an
eyebrow at her, she went on.  "I talked with Krista last night, and from
what she told me, you must have been exhausted!" She looked at me with
twinkle in her eye that I could only interpret as a hopeful interest.

   "Well, I'm not one to kiss and tell, but let's just say that I was quite
happy to provide whatever small satisfaction I may have."

   "Oh, I don't think either Tam or Krista would describe it as a small
satisfaction," she laughed.  "Anyway, I was just wondering if you were
planning on going to the cookout on Saturday.  Sarah and I were talking and
thought we might want to ... ummm ... spend some time with you, if you were
ok with that."

   She watched be expectantly.  Well, never look a gift horse in the mouth,
I always say.  The show must go on, and so forth.  With a small bow, I
said, "Oh, I think I can manage to find some time for you ladies.  I live
to serve." I returned her smile, and she gave me another hug and ran off to
whisper something to Sarah.  They both turned to looked at me, smiling.  It
looked like this was going to be great summer.

   "Places!  Places for the top of the show," I called, watching the cast
and crew scramble to get to their assigned spots.  It was time to get back
to work.  The smorgasbord would wait until the weekend.