Article 117040 of alt.sex.stories: From: shelbyb@iglou2.iglou.com (Shelby Bush) Subject: Weird World - 1 - Fatfuck (mf) Date: Wed, 27 Dec 1995 13:51:36 GMT Weird World #1 Fatfuck She lay, quivering like the proverbial bowl full of jelly, crosswise on the bed. Naked under the glare of the overhead light, her breasts, like sacks of overcooked spaghetti, draped to each side of her chest. Her belly, sagging in its skin, draped over her pubic hair. Her legs bent at the knees over the edge of the bed. "Don't look at me," she whined, covering her breasts with one arm, and clamping her legs together. "Turn out the light." I shook my head. "No, Baby, I like looking at you. Just the way you are. Now open up... surrender the pink." She moved her legs apart, revealing more of her crotch. I reached down and lifted one of her knees, pulling it up and pushing it back toward her. Her pussy lips appeared, swollen and wet. I moved forward, letting the head of my cock brush against her vulva. "Mmmm," she whispered. "Give it to me." I pushed my hips forward, thrusting my cock inside her. "Oh yeah... " she gasped. "Fuck me, yeah. Fuck me!" Holding her leg up, I thrust my pelvis forward and back, my hips slapping against the soft flesh of her upper thighs, the sound of the slapping adding to her soft moans and the squishy noises of her wet cunt devouring my cock. "You like fucking, don't you," I muttered. "I love fucking," she gasped back. "I want to fuck forever. Fuck me forever! Don't stop!" She pushed her head back into the bed, arching her back as best she could. Her hands reached up, and she began to twist her own nipples, and I watched them swell and grow between her fingers. Her breasts wobbled with each thrust of my hips, and her belly quivered. I could feel her squeezing my cock within her, as her breathing quickened. "Nnnnnnngh!" she moaned, "nnnnnn-aaaaaahhhhh!" Her body shook, and her head whipped from side to side as a massive orgasm convulsed through her. Her vaginal muscles clasped my penis within her, and I could hold back no more. My balls emptied in fierce, staccato bursts. Leaving my plug in her hole, I dropped her leg down. She reached up and pulled me down on her. "Keep it in," she whispered, "if you can... " I tried, but it slid out of her slippery cunt. "Awwwww," she moaned. "Give me a couple of minutes," I whispered back. My mind rolled back to earlier that evening... It was a blind date... well, not entirely blind. We had "met" on the net, corresponding over the Internet after she had read some stories I had written. She had told me that she was "a little" overweight. I had said that it didn't matter. Not that I'm all that slim, but only a little more than average. But I've been intrigued by big women all my life. I was already sitting at a table in the Marriott Hotel restaurant. I was distracted from watching the doorway only briefly by the waiter refilling my coffee cup. I felt a presence just behind me, then a touch on my shoulder... and a face next to my ear. "Joe, I presume," she said, then I felt her kiss my ear. Her tongue darted out, just brushing my earlobe. I looked up. The lady was dressed in basic black, a low-cut dress that showed an amazing expanse of cleavage; a jacket, and long skirt. She slid into the chair next to me and peered into my face. "If you're not Joe, this is terribly embarrassing." "Even if I wasn't Joe, I'd consider changing my name." She paused, then a small smile crossed her lips. "I think you mean that." "I don't have a poker face?" "Hardly." I smiled. "You're right. I've never been able to play poker." We talked about the net, and about stories, until the waiter brought around our meal. While we talked, I looked her over without trying to be obvious about it. "A little overweight" was an understatement. She was 300 pounds if she was an ounce. But somehow, somewhere between the salad and the first course, I lost track of her size and concentrated on her voice and what she was saying. We finished our meal - and it wasn't as large a meal as I might have expected. The waiter removed the plates, and we sat and finished our wine. She leaned forward, and whispered, "I'm ready for dessert." I started to look around for the waiter, but she giggled. "No, silly," she grinned, and raised her eyebrow. "Are you game?" The smile on my face gave me away. Damn poker anyway. I called for the check. She took my hand as we left the restaurant. I started for the exit at the front of the hotel, but she stopped. "Where are you going?" "I thought... " "You think I'm going to wait that long? I've got a room right here." "You were pretty confident," I said, smiling. She couldn't play poker either. She lead me to the elevator, and pressed the "up" button. The doors open and a couple of people got out. We got on the elevator, and were followed by another couple. We all turned to watch the numbers. The other couple got out, leaving us alone in the elevator. She turned to face me, lifting her chin. I took the hint and kissed her. Her tongue darted out between her lips, and I sucked gently on it. Her free hand found my crotch, and she fondled my penis through my pants. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. She broke the kiss. "Our floor," she breathed. She led me down the hall, slipped a card into the slot, and opened the door. No sooner did she close the door behind us than she was all over me again. Her tongue in my mouth, her hands fumbling with my fly. She unzipped my pants and reached inside, sliding her hand through the opening in the front of my boxers, and wrapped her fingers around my rapidly-hardening cock. "Mmmmm," she hummed. She broke our kiss and stepped back, still holding onto my cock. "Dessert!" She slid down to her knees in front of me, and drawing my penis out through my fly, she wrapped her lips around my cock, she sucked eagerly on it, her fingers exploring my scrotum. Her tongue rolled around my cockhead, until she felt my balls start to tighten, then she leaned forward, pressing her nose into my pubic hair, taking my cock deep into her mouth while I came. She sat back on her heels, licking her lips. "Dee-licious," she said, smiling. I knelt down in front of her, and kissed her lips. I tasted the salt of my own cum on her lips and tongue. "What about my dessert?" I asked softly. Her eyes glistened. "Whatever would you want to eat?" she smiled. Her skirt was bunched up around her knees. I reached down and pushed it up her thighs. Her legs were bare - no stockings or pantyhose. She shuddered a little as my fingers touched her bare skin. There is nothing so soft as the inside of a lady's thigh - especially one that is overweight. I ran my fingertips along her inner thigh, delighting in that feeling. She sighed, happily. "Come on," she whispered, and rose to her feet. I followed close behind her, clinging to her skirt, tugging it up over her ass. I was a little startled to see it naked. She wore no panties, either. It jiggled as she walked, and I couldn't help but put my hand in the cleft between those wiggly cheeks. "Mmmmm," she moaned as my fingers wiggled in her crack. She turned, and my hand pulled away as she sat on the edge of the bed. She scooted back, and raised her knees, perching her feet on the edge of the bed. She reached up with her hands and grasped her knees, pulling them up and back. I fell to my knees beside the bed, the better to view the pink of her hidden flower. Her clit was hidden by a fold of skin. Gently, I used a finger to reveal it, then leaned forward and brushed it with my tongue. I heard a small gasp, so I did it again. Then I leaned into it, wrapping my lips around it, rolling it with my tongue, feeling it grow and warm up under my tongue. I slipped one finger, then two into her pussy, wet and slippery and warm. "Taste good?" she asked. "Um-hum" I grunted, without stopping. "Well it feels heavenly," she said. "Mmmmmm... " I slid my tongue down toward my fingers, slipping the tip around her pisshole. I pulled out my fingers briefly, while I pushed my tongue as deeply as I could inside her. My nose pressed against her clit. "Mnnnnnnnnn," she hummed. "Oh Joe, that feels so good!" I moved back up to her clit, and put my fingers back in. I felt her body tense a little, and I doubled my movement on her clit with my tongue. "Oh yeah... !!" she gasped. "Oh god yeah!!" She began to convulse, and I backed off, leaving my fingers inside her. I watched with some amusement as her hips bucked against my hand, her pussy clenching around my fingers. After a moment of silence, she whispered "Get naked, Joe. I need to be fucked." I started to undress, but she sat up and said, "No... in there." She pointed at the bathroom. "Why?" I asked. "Just do it," she smiled. She stood up, and her skirt fell back over her legs. She stepped over and turned out the light. I did as she said, peeking back over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of her large body as she pulled her dress off over her head. I undressed quickly, then with my erection leading the way, I walked naked back toward the bedroom. But just before I entered, I turned on the light. A throbbing between my legs brought me back to the present. She felt it, too, reaching down and grasping it in her fingers. "Feels like you're ready for another round," she whispered. I moved around behind her, and rolled her over on her side. I pushed her top leg forward, and straddled the lower one. I moved up until my cockhead was poised at the entrance to her cunt. "Yeah, do it," she breathed. "Fuck me again!" I slid forward and my cock slid easily into her wet, hot hole. I reached down and grasped one breast, heavy and full in my hand. With my thumb, I stroked her nipple. It stood up, while her dark areoles puckered around it. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "Yeah... " I could feel her body tighten again. I paused my hip movement a moment, while I bent forward and licked her nipple, lifting her large breast to my face. I drew the nipple in between my lips, and sucked gently on it. "Oh, Joe," she moaned. "Don't stop fucking. Fuck me... fuck me... " I raised my head and started the pelvic thrusting again. Her breathing sped up as her body tightened up again. "Oh... Oh! OhhhhhhhhhHHH!" Her body stiffened, and her pussy clenched at my cock again. I held still as she orgasmed. When she relaxed, I pulled out and rolled around in front of her. She gathered me in her arms, pressing my face between her massive breasts. She wrapped one leg around me, holding me very close. Too close. I couldn't breathe. I wiggled my head free, and gasped for breath, and she giggled. She released me, and pushed me over on my back. Immediately, she straddled me, sitting on my upper thighs, my cock, still erect and throbbing, in front of her. She raised herself up, and with one hand, she guided my cock back into the wetness of her pussy. She sat down, drawing me inside her. I looked up at her, her large white breasts jiggling and bouncing, as she ground her hips around in small circles on my cock. I couldn't see her cunt, it - and my cock - were buried in folds of flesh. I could feel the pressure building, then it burst, my balls pumping jizm into her. She lay forward and kissed me lightly, then rolled us over onto our sides, her legs wrapping around my hips, holding me inside her, although our upper bodies slid apart. She looked across at me, her fingertips brushing my chest. "Sleep if you must," she whispered. "Just stay inside me." I closed my eyes. I heard her breathing even out, then lengthen. Then a soft snore. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep. Article 117041 of alt.sex.stories: From: shelbyb@iglou2.iglou.com (Shelby Bush) Subject: Weird World - 2 - Oldie's Goodies Date: Wed, 27 Dec 1995 13:54:19 GMT Weird World #2 Oldie's Goodies She looked to be in her mid-sixties, her hair a gleaming silver, piled high on her head. She was dressed in a tight-fitting pair of stretch pants, which revealed a shapely ass, with nary a touch of cellulite. Her blouse, red and frilled around the neck and sleeves, was loose and silky. I saw her first from behind, as I walked down the row of slot machines. The gambling riverboat was ready to cast off, and the lady in front of me was moving in what seemed to be a determined path. "Probably has a favorite machine," I mused. Curious, I followed along behind her. She stopped at a coin girl, handed over a hundred and got a handful of coin rolls. Then she continued down the aisle. I handed the coin girl a twenty, and received a roll of coins, and followed the woman in red. She had arrived at her machine. She methodically opened the rolls, dumping them into her plastic cup. I sat down at the machine next to her, unrolled the "quarters", and began to feed the machine. "Clunk" A roll of coins fell off the lady's lap. She leaned over toward me to retrieve it. Her loose blouse fell open, and again, my curiosity got the better of me. I peeked. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were smallish, but nicely rounded, and looked surprisingly firm. The dark nipples were visible, even in the brief glimpse. She straightened up and looked into my eyes. One hand clasped at her blouse, and I was suddenly afraid of her screaming. Instead, she smiled and winked. "Enjoy the view?" I nodded... and blushed. She grinned, and opened her last roll of coins, and poured them into the cup. Then she grabbed a handful, and started dropping them into the machine. She pulled the handle after each three coins. I turned back to my machine, switching from the "button method" to follow her lead with the machine's arm. "Boop Boop Boop - - ching ching ching" I glanced over; her machine had hit three bars, and coins were pouring out. While they clanged into the pocket of the machine, I noticed her hand had not left the lever. Her thumb was caressing the knob of the lever in a small circular motion. She glanced over at me and noticed my gaze at the lever. "Remind you of something?" she grinned. I shook my head. "Sorry, just staring." I turned back to my machine and dropped my last quarter in. Pulled the lever. Nothing. I turned to get up. "Leaving so soon?" she asked. "Gotta get some cash," I grimaced. "Here," she said, scooping a handful from the machine. "Try this. Maybe you'll get lucky." She winked. "Thanks." I turned back to the machine. I dropped in a coin. "Don't be stingy," she said, nudging me. "Drop three." I dropped in two more coins, and pulled the knob. One bar, two bars... wild card. Coins started pouring into the bin below. Paid: twenty coins. "See?" she grinned. I offered back the handful of coins I had left in my hand. She shook her head. "Keep playing," she said, winking again. I dropped another three coins in the machine, and pulled the lever. Wild card... wild card... wild card The machine began flashing. Heads turned as an operator came over and handed me a roll of large denomination chips; about $750 in all. I stared at the roll for a long moment, then looked up to see the lady smiling at me. "I told you that you'd get lucky," she grinned. I nodded. I was speechless. She leaned in closer to me. I could smell the faint perfume she was wearing. She whispered in my ear, "You want to get really lucky, big guy?" She sat back; there was a gleam in her eye, and a smile on her lips. She gathered up her coins and put them in her plastic cup. I scooped up the pile in my bin, and stuck them in my pocket. Then she motioned with her head. I followed her on down the aisle to a doorway marked "exit". She pushed the door open, and we went out on the deck. The wind whistled past us, as we leaned against the railing, watching the landscape of the riverbank crawl slowly by. "So," she turned to me. "How lucky do you feel?" I smiled and shook my head. "I don't know what to think." I glanced down; the wind was pushing her thin blouse tightly against her torso. Her braless breasts were outlined, the nipples - stiffened by the cold air? - clearly visible. "Very lucky, I think," she grinned. She looked down at my pants. Is that a roll of chips in your pocket, or are you happy to be here?" I pulled out the roll of chips and grinned. "I mean your other pocket." She reached down and touched my crotch through my pants. I'll have to admit I had about a half-erection; and her touch brought it up to full. Her eyes twinkled. She leaned close and kissed my cheek, then pressed her body up close to mine. My arms found their way around her body, as she whispered in my ear, "I know a place... " She pulled away, and taking my hand, led me to an unmarked stairway. She looked both ways, then headed down the stairs. At the bottom was a door, marked "crew only". Again glancing in both directions, she opened the door, and we went inside. "It's a storeroom. I've been on this boat so often, I know they don't use this one much." It was dark. She closed the door, and it was even darker. I felt her arms around my neck, and her soft lips against mine. I kissed back, as her tongue met mine. My hands slid down her back, finding the surprisingly firm cheeks of her ass. She moaned softly as I kneaded them gently. She broke the kiss, and slid down my body. She fumbled for a moment with my zipper, and pulled down my undershorts, freeing my rigid cock. I felt her lips on the tip of my cock, then a sudden warmth as her mouth engulfed my member. Suddenly, she pulled back. My cock hung in air - getting cold - for a moment, then her mouth was back; softer, somehow. Her tongue was busy, rubbing over the sensitive tip of my penis, while with one hand and her mouth moved up and down my shaft. This was too much; I began to tighten up. She took me deep into her mouth, and held still, while I emptied myself into her. My eyes were becoming accustomed to the darkness. There was a little light coming in from under the door. I could just see her dim outline. She was pushing something into her mouth. It suddenly struck me - she had taken out her teeth, and was just now putting them back in. I pulled her to her feet, and turned her back towards me. I began to fondle her breasts through her thin blouse. I felt her fumbling with something - then felt her pushing her tight black pants down. I pulled up her blouse, able now to touch the bare skin of her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard - as were her breasts. Silly me - silly cones... My cock was still hard, and pressed urgently at the cleft of her ass. She leaned forward - there was a box or a railing there, I couldn't quite see. She presented her ass, and I slid up behind her. She reached down between her legs, and guided my hot cock to the opening to her pussy. "Give me some of that thing," she whispered. I pushed it in; there was a little resistance at first, but the inside of her pussy was damp. I pulled back a little, then back in again - it was easier. And easier the next time. I began to build into a rhythm. She pressed back against me on each stroke and with each stroke a small moan. Her moaning was getting louder. I began to get paranoid about the sound, afraid that someone might hear us and open the door. Then, suddenly, she gave a little squeak, and held her breath, pressing hard against me, my cock deep inside her. Her body tensed, then with a heavy sigh, she released her breath. "Oh, god," she breathed. I started to thrust again, but she pulled forward, away from me. "Not yet," she gasped. I saw her straighten up, then she moved around me and pulled me down on top of her, on the cold, hard metal deck. "Come on, big boy," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Come inside me." We moved together, my cock sliding into her pussy easily now. Her enhanced breasts pressed hard against my chest, as she breathed heavily in my ear. "Come on," she kept whispering, "Come in me, come in me." My balls tightened; she seemed to sense it. She wrapped her feet up around my legs, pulling me deeper into her as I came, emptying myself into her. Just as I finished, we felt the boat engines change. The heavy vibrations became softer. I looked around, afraid we'd been caught. She laughed. "We're just docking," she said. I rolled over and sat up. "I thought we just did." She laughed again, a full, throaty laugh. "Tell you what," she said. "Let's stay on for the next cruise. I've got to go the ladies' room to freshen up a bit, then we'll come back up here for another round." "Sounds good to me," I replied. She put on her pants and tucked in her blouse, and I zipped back up. "I'll meet you on the third deck," she said. "Right beside the roulette wheel." She took my hand and we headed for the door. "I'll be there in about ten minutes." I nodded, and she kissed my cheek. She opened the door, and made a quick check each way. We went out the door quickly, closing it behind us. She headed off toward the rest rooms, as I checked my watch and walked toward the stairs to the third deck. I kept checking my watch; she was overdue... she had said ten minutes, and she would meet me at the roulette wheel. I felt a lurch as the boat pulled away from the dock. I looked around me, and not spotting her, I strolled toward the exit to the deck. I stepped outside and leaned against the rail, looking back toward the dock. There she was - on the dock! She waved, and turned away. Suddenly I realized that my pocket was light. I felt - the big money roll was gone. I smiled and shook my head in disbelief. I'd been taken - or had I? After all, it had been her money that went into the machine. And there was the sex... oh, well. I squared my shoulders, and strolled back into the gambling den. If I could do it once, I could do it again... Article 117042 of alt.sex.stories: From: shelbyb@iglou2.iglou.com (Shelby Bush) Subject: NEW: WEIRD WORLD - 3 - "Dancing in the Dark" Date: Wed, 27 Dec 1995 13:55:43 GMT Weird World #3 "Dancing in the Dark" The invitation came in the mail. An invitation to a "private party"; an address I did not recognize. What the hell; a party is a party. I went. The house was a large one, set well back off the road. I parked the car in the large area at the end of the driveway. The other cars showed plates from other states. Curiouser and curiouser, I thought. The door was answered by a butler. He took my overcoat, and handed me an envelope. "This way, sir," he said, crisply. He led me to a door down a short hallway, opened the door, and said "Sir." I entered the door, and it was closed behind me. The room was sparsely decorated; an impressionistic painting of a man and woman on one wall; a chair, a small table. Some party. I sat in the chair and looked at the envelope the butler had given me. "Read me immediately!" it said. I opened the envelope. "Welcome. You have been invited to an orgy. At this point, you have a choice. If you do not wish to participate, knock twice on the door through which you entered. If you wish to proceed, undress completely, and go through the other door on the far side of the room. Do not converse. Do not ask names. Do not ask questions." I frowned at the note. Some style. Bossy... "Do Not... " indeed. But something about the idea was appealing, on a bizarre level. Totally anonymous sex, eh? What about disease? What about the others? An orgy? But my cock out-thought my brain. The very idea that somewhere behind that door... I undressed quickly. Naked, I squared my shoulders, breathed deeply, and opened the far door. Through the door, there was a narrow corridor. The door closed slowly behind me. As I walked down the corridor, the lights dimmed slowly. At the far end of the corridor was a black fabric curtain. As I pushed the curtain aside, the lights went completely out. I stumbled over a couple on the floor. The woman laughed, the man snorted, as I tumbled over them into a somersault. I landed hard on my back, stunning me for a moment... until I felt the soft, warm hand on my chest. The darkness was absolutely complete; my eyes could catch no trace of light at all. But all of my other senses were at their most alert. The room was filled with small moans, heavy breathing and gasps of pleasure. The air was heavy with the scent of mixed perfumes and after-shaves and colognes - and the earthy, musky smells of sex. I could reach out in any direction and touch skin - the tough, hairy skin of another man, or the smooth, soft skin of a woman. And taste? I was about to experience that as well. I found myself kneeling between the soft, smooth thighs of a woman; her fragrant pussy warm and wet to my fingers, open to my touch. I leaned forward, and tasted her. My tongue followed the contours of her labia, tasting the salty, musky juices - not knowing, or caring, if they were all hers, or had previously belonged to some guy. I found her clit, buried among the folds, warmer than the rest of her, and tongued it. I heard her gasp as I slipped a finger under my chin and into her cunt. I leaned in, wrapping my lips around her nubbin, which expanded as I sucked on it. At that moment, I felt a hand on my ass; a hand that explored my rear end, deftly sliding down my crack, past my anus, down to my cock and balls. The hand caressed my testicles, and gripped my penis firmly. I adjusted my position, spreading my knees a little, raising my ass, without stopping my attention to the delicious pussy I was feasting upon. The anonymous hand on my cock began to pump, stroking with a strong, firm grip. Suddenly, the hand was gone. The woman I was eating from began to quiver, bucking herself against my face. I heard her gasp as an orgasm swept through her body. As I pulled my face away from her, leaving my fingers in the grip of her cunt, the hand returned to my ass. There was a hand on each asscheek; I felt a pressure, spreading my asscheeks apart, then a touch to my anus. The touch became a pressure, and I realized that someone was trying to fuck my ass. But before I could object, the unknown man pushed forward, impaling me. I moaned; more in surprise than pleasure. The man held still, his cock filling my asshole. The woman under me sat up, and pressed her breasts against my face. I tried to relax, and took one of the woman's nipples between my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair and down my neck and back. Her hands touched the hands of the man behind me. She pulled her breast away from my face, and I felt her slide around me, feeling what was going on. She never broke physical contact; when she figured out what was happening, I heard a stifled giggle, then I felt her slide back around in front of me. She lay on the floor in front of me, and slid her head under my kneeling body, until her mouth found my penis. I felt her warm mouth slide over my cockhead. She sucked gently, bringing me back to a full erection. I leaned forward again, my face sliding down her smooth thighs to the wet nexus of her crotch. I again breathed the musk of her cunt, as my tongue found her clit again. The cock in my asshole began to slide out as my sphincter muscle relaxed. Then he pushed forward again, deeper this time. I took a deep breath through my nose, tonguing her clit. She took my cock deeply into her mouth, her tongue rolling around the head of my penis. There was movement to my left; fingers ran through my hair, grasped it, and lifted my head. Immediately, my head was pulled to my left and an erection was pressed against my cheek. He shifted his hips, and the penis entered my mouth. I was too astonished to object. The man thrust his hips, pressing it deeper. I tasted the man's cock, tentatively copying the movements the woman under me was using on me. The grip on my hair loosened, but I continued to suck gently on the cock in my mouth, as the man behind me grunted. He thrust deep in my ass, and I felt his cock jump inside me as he came. He pulled out, and without a word, moved away from us. The woman below me explored with her hands, looking for my face. At that moment, the man I was sucking pulled back, withdrawing himself from my mouth and releasing my head. I rolled over to one side of the woman below me, and turned around, kneeling between the woman's thighs. I kissed her belly, then slid upward to her breasts, full and hard-nippled. My cock slid easily into her pussy; hot, wet and ready. Someone to the right came, loudly. There was a giggle to the left in response. The lady under me was tightening; her back arching. She sought to meet each thrust of my hips, until she gasped as another orgasm washed over her. I felt a touch on my back; I raised my head, and a pair of large breasts were thrust in my face. The new woman settled down, crouching over the face of the woman below me, who apparently went right to work. The new woman whimpered as her clit was strummed. She gripped my ears, pulling my face to hers, for a deep, wet kiss. My cock was still hard and in the grip of the pussy of the woman below me. I pulled free of her, and stood up. The 'new' woman grabbed my cock, and wrapped her lips around it. She moaned - the vibrations of her voice adding to the sensations of her moving tongue. It was too much; my balls tightened, and erupted. She held her mouth over my cockhead, capturing my semen. I slid back down, and sat next to the two women, my fingers acting as my eyes. The upper woman leaned forward to taste the lower woman's cunt. I slid my fingers down the cheeks of her ass, to find the pucker of her asshole. The lower woman's tongue found my finger, and I heard her snort in amusement. I pressed my finger lower, slipping it into the upper woman's pussy, receiving a gentle moan from her in response. I worked with the lower woman's movements, and as she tongued her clit, I slid first one, then two, then three fingers into the dampness of the upper woman's cunt. Her breathing deepened, and with a long, deep moan, she raised herself up as she climaxed, a burst of moisture flowed from her, soaking my hand and the face of the woman below her. She rolled over and off the lower woman, pulling me along with her. I managed to remove my hand, and she pulled me over on top of her. My cock had returned to a semi-soft erection, and she reached down and guided it toward her pussy. It slid in surprisingly easily, considering that I wasn't completely hard. But it soon was. Her pussy had a remarkable effect on me, producing a full erection in short order. I began to thrust, moving just my hips. With each thrust, she whimpered, until, with a deep thrust, I came deep inside her; more like turning on a faucet than an explosion. The energy level in the entire room was dropping; the sounds of passion around me had dropped to mere whimpers, sighs and in at least one case, a snore. I lay atop the woman, physically exhausted. After a little bit, she pushed gently on my side, and I rolled off of her. Was it my imagination, or was there a gentle hiss filling the room? And what was that sweet odor? I fell asleep. I awoke suddenly, my eyes springing open. The room was filled with a soft, grey light. My clothing was in a neatly-folded stack beside me. I got up, and tried to open the far door. The door was locked. I put on my clothes, and tried the other door. Also locked. I knocked twice on the door, and there was the sound of a latch being thrown, and the door opened. The butler nodded, "Sir. This way." He ushered me to the front door, retrieved my overcoat and nudged me toward the exit. "No questions," he muttered. "Do not attempt to contact anyone else, or a return invitation will not be issued." Shaking my head, I headed back toward my car. I noticed that many of the cars were gone, but a few remained. For one moment, I considered hanging around to see who had attended. But that threat of no return invitation stopped me. "Yes," I thought, "I DO want to return again sometime." I got in my car and drove away. I'm still watching my mail.