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The Party
Declan Stanley (declans@indigo.ie) 1997

***

A man is invited to an orgy, although he didn't know 
that was what it was going to be until he arrived. (MF, 
swingers, bi, orgy)

***

The taxi took a sudden right turn. I heard gravel under 
the tires and saw a brightly lit house silhouetting dark 
trees and so surmised than the driver had turned into 
someone's drive. I knew that Derek had done well for 
himself since moving down south, but a tree lined drive 
was impressive. It was even more impressive that it took 
nearly five minutes to actually wind our way to the top.

We pulled up in front of a three storied granite house. 
It looked to be several hundred years old, with pillars 
either side of the tall hall door and large Georgian 
windows. And was probably built as the country seat of 
some lord, or wealthy industrialist. I began to think 
that the driver had brought me to the wrong place.

"Are you sure this is Morcome Hall?" I asked.

"This is the place, guv'," came the gruff reply. I like 
to travel light. So all I had was a small hold all with 
a couple of changes of clothes and toiletries in it. It 
seemed pretty meager compared to the granite might of 
this imposing building. Reaching to the back seat behind 
me I pulled my bag into the front of the car. 

I looked out the window again as I slipped the strap 
over my shoulder. This was not what I'd been expecting 
when Derek, an old school friend of my big brother's, 
had suggested I'd come down south and do some work for 
him. 

At the time the offer had seemed infinitely preferable 
to staying unemployed at home. But now when it came to 
taking the last few steps I'd suddenly gotten very cold 
feet. Derrick might have done well for himself recently. 
But surely he couldn't have done so well that he could 
be living in a millionaire's mansion. I asked the driver 
again if this was the correct address. He was a bit 
short in his answer, but I had no option except to 
believe that he knew where he was. I'd been lost ever 
since we'd left the train station.

I paid the fare, got out and looked around. It was a 
couple of hours after sunset so I couldn't make out much 
of the grounds. But the neighbors either didn't have any 
lights on or lived a fair bit away. I looked up again at 
the house as the taxi crunched gravel and pulled away. 
The person who lives here must have a fortune. 

So either Derrick had struck gold or he'd robbed a bank, 
because there was no way he could have made that much 
money out of landscape gardening. Even with the inflated 
prices they charge ! Feeling very unsure of myself I 
climbed the few steps to the door. There seemed to be a 
party going on, as I could hear loud music thumping away 
in the depths of the house. Ringing the doorbell seemed 
a waste of time with all that racket going on, but I did 
so anyway.

I waited a couple of minutes. There was no answer. I 
waited some more. Still nobody came. So I rang the bell 
again. And waited and thought that I should go away. But 
I had no place else to go to, except back home, and I 
didn't want to admit defeat and go running back to my 
mother with my tail between my legs. Then I noticed that 
the door was slightly ajar. I pushed at it gently and it 
swung open a few inches, letting a wedge of yellow light 
spring out. I cleared my throat loudly, then felt 
foolish. I pushed the door again and looked past it into 
the hall. 

All I could see was the black and white tiles of the 
floor and a small mahogany hall table against the wall 
with a gold framed mirror hanging over it. There was 
nobody in sight. Looking around one last time to make 
sure I was alone, I gingerly put one hand on to the door 
and pushed again. It swung open fully and I stepped into 
the large hall. The tiles on the floor were brightly 
polished, reflecting the crystal chandelier hanging from 
the high ceiling. 

The hall was two stories high and a wide marble 
staircase climbed up the middle to a balcony that ran 
the width of the hall. Several dark wooden doors could 
be seen on the balcony from where I stood, but they were 
all closed. Now that I'd entered I didn't know whether 
to wait here to be discovered or to do some exploring. 

There were two double doors on either side of the hall 
and another smaller, single door at the back underneath 
the balcony. All made from the same dark stained wood. 
And all firmly closed. It seemed especially empty with 
all the party noises that emanated from further back in 
the house. I decided to play for time by closing the 
front door behind me, though I left the lock on the 
latch as I'd found it.

When I turned back around again I discovered a young 
lady dressed in black shoes and thick tights, with a 
long sleeved black dress, over which she wore a white 
frilly apron. I didn't know if she was a real maid or 
someone attending a fancy dress party dressed up as one.

She was holding the handle of the left hand door which 
was now half open and looking directly at me.

"Hello," I said.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Dave," I replied. "I'm a friend of Derek's. He 
invited me to come." "Well you're late the party's 
already started," she said. I was about to explain that 
I hadn't known that there was a party planned, but she 
continued talking before I could say anything.

"Well, now that you're here I supposed you'd better 
leave your bag here and follow me," she opened the door 
wide.

She sounded like a lady who was used to being obeyed and 
I had no better idea of what I should do, so I dropped 
my hold all under the table and took a step towards her.

She stood there a moment and looked me up and down. "Not 
bad," she judged. Then she turned and quickly walked 
back through the door she'd come out of. I went after 
her into a dimly lit room. There was a dining table and 
chairs on my left, thick carpet under my feet and two 
large armchairs angled to face the fire place. 

It being June of course there was no fire lit. My 
examination of the room was interrupted because I looked 
gain at the woman I'd followed in and suddenly I 
realized that her dress had no back to it. She stopped a 
couple of paces in front of the two armchairs. I didn't 
look more closely around me just then because then I 
also noticed that the skirt of her dress had no rear to 
it either, and more importantly she wasn't wearing any 
underwear. The only thing above her stocking tops was 
the frilly white bow of her apron. My gaze slid down her 
spine and fixed on her bottom. Two perfect white spheres 
with the ends of her apron strings hanging down hiding 
the crack between.

My heart speeded up and my mouth went dry. I didn't know 
what to say or do. I was somewhat embarrassed, because 
such obvious nudity wasn't something I was used to. But 
I also had the strongest desire to press my palms 
against her buttocks and ease my fingers between them.

Then I heard a long, low, masculine moan. I tore my eyes 
away and looked beyond her to see for the first time and 
saw a naked man sitting in the armchair facing us. His 
head was rolled back against the chair, his eyes were 
closed tight and his breathing was ragged.

At first I had to assume he was completely naked, it was 
hard to tell as a woman in a long red dress was kneeling 
in front with her head buried in his lap and her long 
blond hair sprayed across his stomach and legs. But then 
I heard low slurping sounds and he moaned again and I 
was left in no doubt that there wasn't much separating 
him from her lips. 

We stood there for the next few minutes watching this 
man being administered to. The maid was obviously 
waiting for the woman to finish and my mouth was too dry 
and my mind too distracted by the bulge of pressure in 
my groin for me to say anything. Then I felt the 
pressure grow. I looked down to find the maid and 
slipped her fingers between my legs and was gently 
squeezing my now erect penis.

"Hmmm, not bad," she spoke softly. "Better than I'd 
thought at first glance." I opened my mouth to reply, 
but couldn't think of anything to say. So instead I put 
my hand on her bottom and slipped the tips of my fingers 
between her buttocks. She smiled, fixing me with her 
large, dark eyes for a moment, before turning her head 
away to look at the man and woman again.

But while she was looking at them she kept her hand on 
me and gently squeezed her fingers around the bulge in 
my jeans testicles and pressing her palm against the 
rigid pole of my erection in time to the slurps of the 
woman. So I flexed my fingers between her buttocks to 
the same rhythm. Suddenly the man let out a low cry. His 
hips started bucking wildly against the woman's face. 
His hands gripped the arm rests tightly. The maid's grip 
tightened on me and was almost painful.

Just as suddenly the man stopped and relaxed, letting 
out a long, satisfied sigh.

The woman raised her head, kneeling before him and 
swallowed loudly. "Thank you," she spoke in a soft, 
honey filled voice.

But the maid's grip hadn't loosen on me. "Excuse me, 
madam," she ignored the man completely. "But I found a 
late guest at the main door." "Oh, did you," the woman 
turned to face me brushing her long hair from her face 
and smiled up at me with bright green eyes. 

"Well you know what we do with people who come late, 
don't you?"

It was a couple of moments before I realized that she 
was talking to me. "Err, no," I croaked.

"No?" she studied my face, her smile fading slightly. "I 
don't think we've met before."

"I'm a friend of Derrick," I said. But the look on her 
face told me she didn't recognize the name. "Derrick 
Mansfield," I explained. "The taxi driver brought me to 
this house. Isn't it Derek's?" I suddenly felt very 
vulnerable. "No," the woman spoke slowly. "It's mine." 
She paused and my heart stopped. "But I do know a 
Derrick Mansfield," she added. "He used to do my 
garden." She thought for a moment and I started 
breathing again. "You say you got a taxi?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I got a train down this afternoon and 
took a taxi from the station. I gave the driver the 
address that Derrick had given me." I waved my free hand 
around, "This was where he brought me." "Ah," the woman 
smiled again. "Just before he left, Derrick said he had 
a surprise coming for me." She looked at where the 
maid's hand was still gripping my groin, even though my 
erection had dissipated during the conversation. "You're 
obviously it," she didn't seem surprised, or for that 
matter disappointed.

"I am?" I felt very foolish as soon as I spoken.

The woman laughed softly. "A pleasant surprise, I assure 
you."

The maid started to squeeze and rub her hand back and 
forth. I realized that my hand was still on her bottom 
when she tensed up her buttocks, trapping my fingers 
between them.

"So what do you reckon, Maureen?" the woman asked.

"Oh, I'd say at least a seven, madam," the maid replied.

"So what's your name?" the woman looked up at my face 
again. "Dave," I felt my erection returning to full 
pressure under Maureen's skillful hand.

"Well, Dave," the woman smiled again. "You see I make a 
habit of welcoming all my guests at these little get-
together's that I have, personally. At least all the 
male guests." She moved closer to me returning her gaze 
to Maureen's hand. She waited a few moments, while my 
erection continued to grow. "So you reckon seven inches, 
Maureen?" she asked.

The maid giggled.

"Well, let's see if you're as accurate as you usually 
are," the woman almost hissed.

Maureen stopped what she was doing and turned to face me 
fully. Then with both hands she slowly unbuttoned my 
jeans. I had a momentary impulse to stop her, but I 
suppressed it. She pulled open the front of my jeans and 
bent over pulling them down below my knees in one swift 
movement. My erection sprang out against my boxer 
shorts.

"Looks good so far," the woman whispered.

Maureen ran her hands back up my legs and slipped them 
inside my boxers, sending shivers up my spine. Slowly 
she started easing my shorts down. My erect penis 
straining against the cotton as, in short, soft tugs 
Maureen pulled my boxers down just a little, and then 
just a little more again, exposing my erection inch by 
inch, until just the very tip was covered. There she 
paused for a moment, before one final tug and finally my 
erection sprang free, slapping up against my abdomen and 
swinging back down to stick straight out, to gasps of 
delight from both women. The woman lent close, her lips 
almost touching. "And a natural blond too," her breath 
was warm against my erection.

Maureen stood up fully and ran her hands up my body 
inside my T-shirt, one along my spine, the other across 
my stomach to my chest. She pressed close, her shoulder 
just the right height to snuggle under my arm. My hand 
was still on her bottom. 

"humm," the woman closed her eyes and took a deep 
breath, savoring the smell of my arousal. "Lovely." 

I jumped as her lips brushed against me.

Maureen put one arm around my waist and pulled me close, 
her breasts pressing into my ribs, as the fingers of her 
other hand gently teased my nipple. But what Maureen was 
doing was outside my center of attention. My eyes were 
locked on her mistress as she slowly opened her mouth 
and slipped her lips around my erection. 

I'd never felt such a sensation before. Warm and moist 
but barely touching. She pushed her head forward and my 
erection slipped into her. I saw the white of her teeth 
as she kept her mouth open so that her lips didn't touch 
me. But her tongue snaked its way along behind them, 
pressing my penis upward into the roof of her mouth.

As her lips continued to make their way up my penis I 
suddenly realized that my erection was going down her 
throat. She worked her way forward until her lips were 
pressed to the pubic hair at the base of my penis, then 
she closed her mouth with the full length of my penis 
inside. I nearly came on the spot. She heard me gasp and 
smiled up at me for a moment. 

Then closing her eyes she started to gently suck and 
swallow. Her tongue and the muscles of her throat 
working in perfect unison to send the most incredible 
undulations along my penis from the tip of my glans to 
the root of my erection and into my testicles as they 
hung below softly rocking against her chin. The 
sensations ripped their way up my body. The back of my 
brain exploded in an intense orgasm and I pumped both 
barrels down her throat. It was only a few minutes 
later, when I'd recovered, that I became aware that my 
hand still gripped her hair and she couldn't stand until 
I released her. I opened my fingers. She stood up and 
kissed my cheek.

A voice called from the other room, "Rachel ! Come here 
quick !" She smiled at me, looked over my shoulder at 
Maureen and called, "Coming Mark !" before dashing out 
the door.

There was no sign of the other man who Rachel had being 
administering to as I entered and I found myself alone 
with Maureen.

"You can let go of my bum now," she whispered in my ear.

"Do I have to," I asked turning my head to look at her.

She nodded slowly.

"Can I kiss it first?" I asked.

"OK," she looked down and started to turn. "But just my 
bottom. Don't touch my vagina."

"Can I touch here?" I slipped my hand inside her dress 
and around to cup her breast.

"Yes," she replied.

I found her nipple and rolled it between my finger and 
thumb.

She sighed softly.

"Can I kiss here?" I asked as I brushed my lips against 
the nape of her neck and pressed my palm up against the 
underside of her breast. "Yes," she murmured.

"And here?" I kissed between her shoulder blades and 
gently rolled the whole of her breast against my 
fingers.

"Yes," she breathed.

"And here?" I licked along a couple of inches of her 
spine, squeezing her breast a little harder.

"Yes," her voice was almost breathless.

"And here," I licked a few inches further down and 
kissed her again.

"Yes," she sighed.

"And here?" I ran my tongue further down and kissed just 
above the bow of her apron strings, my hand still 
stretched up to work on her breast. "Yes," she shivered.

"And here?" I kissed just below the bow and licked down 
the base of her spine, letting my hand slide down her 
ribs to rest on her hip. "Yes," her voice was barely 
audible.

"And here?" I slipped my tongue off the end of her spine 
and licked just between the top of her buttocks.

"Yes," her hands came down and around to hold either 
side of my head. "And here?" I pushed my tongue down 
right between them and brought my hand down to grip her 
cheek.

"Yes," her hands tightened their grip.

Tilting my head and, opening my mouth wide, I sucked as 
much as I could of her buttock inside, squeezing with my 
fingers to fit it all in. "Ohhh," she gasped. And 
"Ooooh" and "Ohhhh" again as I squeezed and sucked and 
pressed with my tongue.

I slipped my hands under her half-skirt and gripped the 
very top of her thighs. 

While continuing to work on her buttock with my mouth. 
She moaned as she brought her hands around and ran them 
over mine, gripping mine hard once, before pressing them 
together to cup them over her vagina. I worked my head 
down and under to the base of her buttock. Her fingers 
pressed between her legs brushing my cheek as I slurped 
and sucked her.

She sighed and I felt her shiver again.

Straightening my head again I pressed my face against 
her bottom, my nose and tongue slipping between. I 
probed deep with my tongue moving down and pressing my 
chin under to make contact with her fingers again. As my 
chin made contact with her fingers I realized she was 
using them to stop me getting to her vagina. But then my 
tongue found her anus. She gasped, her whole body 
jerking, as I touched the tip of my tongue to her rear 
entrance. She let out a long low moan as I circled 
around and around her opening. Slowly it started to 
dilate. Her breathing became erratic as I continued to 
lick.

Around and around I went. Her hips started to rock in 
time with my tongue. Deeper and deeper I probed as she 
opened further and further. Her whole body tensing up as 
I forced my lips deeper between her buttocks and started 
to gently suck as well.

Her legs began to give way and I supported her weight as 
she sank to her knees. I followed her down, not breaking 
contact with her as she slowly collapsed. She fell 
forward on her shoulders, letting out a long, heavy 
moan, as she dilated enough for me to force the tip of 
my tongue right inside her anus. I sucked and licked as 
she shuddered underneath me.

My hands on her hips were the only thing that stopped 
her collapsing completely. Then I developed a new 
rhythm, thrusting my tongue in and out, in and out. 
Penetrating further and further. She gasped at each 
lunge, her breathing becoming harsher and harsher. Her 
whole body shaking as I plunged inside her and recoiling 
as I pulled out.

And her orgasm consumed her. She convulsed wildly under 
me, arching her back and screaming out. Her anus 
contracting around my tongue, but I pushed against it as 
hard as I could. She screamed and screamed again. I 
didn't think she could have had as much breath inside 
her as she did. Her hips jerked up and down and I 
pressed my face and my hands as tightly to her as I 
could. And then it was over. She sprawled on the floor 
in front of me. I raised my head, my breathing heavy, a 
musky taste of garlic in my mouth. Gently I unfolded her 
legs and stretched them out, softly massaging her tights 
and calves to remove any cramp.

Slowly she rolled over, pulling her skirt down over her 
legs.

I smiled at her. "Thank you," my voice low.

She looked up at me. "I never had anybody do that to me 
before," she was amazed.

I laughed softly as I knelt beside her. I'd never done 
it to any body before.

Then her eyes fell to my lap. I looked down and found my 
penis erect again.

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "But I need a rest before I 
could tackle that." "That's al'right," I slipped off my 
leather jacket, only realizing then that I'd been 
wearing it all along.

"But there's plenty of other people in the next room 
who'd love to have it," she hooked her fingers around my 
erection and gently squeezed. "It'd be a shame to waste 
it," she added wishfully.

I undid my runners and slipped them and my jeans and 
boxer shorts off. So I was dressed only in my T-shirt. I 
started to take that off as well, but Maureen held up 
her hand to stop me.

"No," she ran hand along my erection. "As long as they 
can see this they'll not be bothered about anything 
else."

"I can wait until you feel up to it," I said to her. 
"Oh, I'll be around later if you still want me then," 
she forced her fingers to let go on my erection. "I 
think the other guests should have a go at you first."

"How many people are there here?" apprehensively I 
looked at the half open door.

"Well why don't you go in and see for yourself," she 
smiled at me. My apprehension must have shown, because 
she added softly, "You have nothing to be ashamed of." 
She giggled, "And if anyone does eat you alive I assure 
you you'll enjoy it."

I stood up slowly and walked towards the door. I looked 
back at Maureen as I reached it. She had sat up and now 
smiled encouragement at me as I paused on the threshold. 
Taking a deep breath I pushed open the door and walked 
inside.

To find myself overwhelmed by the sight of naked flesh. 
Directly inside the door was a group of two men and a 
woman standing and talking with drinks in their hands as 
you would expect at a party. What you mightn't expect 
was the man with his back to me to be completely naked 
and the other man to be dressed only in a shirt and 
socks. The woman was also partially undressed, wearing 
only a pink silk blouse completely unbuttoned, with 
matching pink stockings and lace suspenders. The man 
facing the door looked at me and glanced away as I 
walked in. But the woman's gaze stayed on me, her eyes 
focused on my erection. 

So I looked back. Her hair was blond and cut in a short 
bob to the level of her ears. Her shoulders had the 
graceful curve of a dedicated swimmer and the silk of 
her blouse sat wide on them showing the soft skin of her 
throat. As my eyes followed the blouse down she moved 
slightly allowing the nipple of her left breast to slip 
out and I gasped as I discovered it was the same shade 
of pink as the silk that had covered it.

I felt my mouth was hanging open and I knew there was 
lots of other activity going on in the room, but I could 
not take my eyes off the perfect blend of pinks in silk, 
skin and nipple. Then it started to move. The silk 
slipped across and back over the nipple and the breast 
bounced slightly. My eyes snapped back into wide focus 
and I saw that the woman was coming towards me.

She smiled and I felt sure I was smiling back like an 
idiot. Then my eyes met hers and I was lost. She had the 
purest, freshest green eyes that I have ever seen. They 
grew as they approached me and swallowed me whole as she 
stopped before me.

"Hello," she said.

I think I said hello back, but all that I can be sure of 
was the colour of her eyes and my erection straining up 
towards her as she stopped just outside its reach.

Her smile widened as both her hands took hold of my 
penis. The only clear thought I had was that I hadn't 
noticed her putting down her drink. But that was only a 
very small thought the vast majority of my brain was 
caught up in the hormonal surge of carnal desire.

She squeezed gently and pressed the tip of my erection 
against the soft skin of her stomach. She worked it 
around and around in a little circle leaving a damp 
patch as my pre-come secretions started to flow. I 
swallowed hard, my heart beating loudly against my ribs. 
Then she knelt down and before I knew what was happening 
had taken most of my penis in her mouth. Her tongue 
circled around the shaft as she bent her head back and 
forward to press my glans first against her palette and 
then the back of her throat. My balls tightened 
immediately and before I knew what was happening an 
orgasm flared in my head.

She swallowed greedily and then sat back on her ankles, 
with a look of utter content on her face.

"Thank you," she said, then stood and walked back to 
continue her conversation with the other two men.

I stood there for a moment unsure what to do. Gradually 
I became aware of the sound of synchronized moans from a 
man and woman behind me. I turned to find a completely 
naked couple lying in the missionary position on the 
floor directly behind me. The man was pounding into the 
woman as hard as he could and her finger nails were 
leaving claw marks all over his back. I couldn't tear my 
eyes away. Soon the woman started to come and the man 
redoubled his efforts, and doubled the amount of noise 
they were making, until they both climaxed 
simultaneously.

"Nice one, John," I looked up to see a petite blond 
woman leaning over the back of a sofa. She'd obviously 
been enjoying their activities as well. She raised her 
drink in a salute to me as she saw that I'd noticed her. 
I couldn't tell if she was fully naked or not as all I 
could see was her head, shoulders and arms as she knelt 
on the seat of the sofa and leant over the back. 

Then her eyes and mouth opened wide and her whole body 
jerked, making her hand drop her glass. I looked behind 
her to see a large black haired man with a really hairy 
chest kneeling behind her. His massive hands gripped her 
and he thrush his hips up to meet her buttocks. By the 
way she collapsed over the back of the sofa I'd say his 
erection was every bit as massive as the rest of his 
body and that he'd penetrated her fully.

I looked around and saw an empty seat on a two-seater 
sofa beside an elegant black haired woman, who was 
wearing a burgundy coloured riding jacket. Her long, 
tanned legs were crossed and she rested a tall half full 
glass against her knee. She looked so serene amid the 
hubbub of naked flesh and the rhythm of sex. 

She saw me looking at her and nodded a greeting. I 
walked over to her. It wasn't until I sat beside her and 
looked down into her lap that I could confirm by the 
sight of her luscious growth of pubic hair that she was 
not wearing anything else except the jacket.

"Good evening," I said and found it hard to tear my eyes 
away from that sight and look at her face.

"Good evening," she smiled back and let her eyes linger 
on my erection. "I don't believe that I have seen you at 
one of these bashes before." "No that's right," my eyes 
looked down at her lap again. "This is my first time." I 
looked up and added, "Here I mean. At one of these..." 
My voice trailed off as her stunning green eyes locked 
onto mine. "That's good," she said. "There's always a 
terrible shortage of men at these parties," she took a 
sip of her drink.

I thought it impolite to point out the woman by the 
French windows who had no shortage of men. She was 
sitting astride one, her hips thrusting back and forth 
as she sucked greedily at the erection of an man who 
stood in front of her, while another knelt down to mount 
her from behind. I looked back to find the woman smiling 
at me. She'd obviously seen where I'd been looking for 
she added, "But then maybe it's just me."

"I wouldn't say that," I replied and slipped my hand 
inside her jacket to cup her breast. Her nipple was 
already hard and her soft skin warm inside her jacket.

"You learn quickly," she put her drink on the arm of the 
sofa and reached across to my erection.

Her hand was still chilled from the ice in her drink and 
the sensation sent shivers up my spine. But her hand 
soon warmed up as she fondled my testicles and penis.

"Humm," she sighed. "This needs more direct action." And 
she bent forward to take me in her lips.

I'd only ever had one girlfriend who'd liked oral sex. 
Or at least liked to give it, I'd never got any 
complaints about me going down on them. But every body 
here seemed to be into it.

She licked up and down my penis getting it completely 
covered in her saliva, her tongue snaking around and 
around as her head went up and down. Then she pursed her 
lips and blew as her head circled my shaft. Her breath 
was cold as she blew her saliva from my skin sending icy 
shivers down my erection to melt in the fire in my 
balls.

Concentrating on my glans she licked around, spreading 
her flat against me as she made me wet and then blowing 
me dry. Not touching me directly at all, but still 
making me moan in passion. Then she leant closer and 
opening her mouth wide to envelope me. But still not 
touching, just letting her warm breath settle on my iced 
skin.

My penis started to twitch, brushing against the inside 
of her mouth as the tension of my passion squeezed my 
balls. She closed her lips around my shaft, pressing her 
tongue underneath my penis and my glans against her 
palette. I exploded. My come ripped up my erection and 
into her mouth. My whole body convulsed and I bent 
double grabbing her head in my hands and forcing my face 
into her hair.

She continued to suck and I came again shooting another 
load into her and then another as she sucked harder, 
squeezing my balls in her hands. I cried out my whole 
body aflame, novas going off in my head at each climax. 
Then I gave everything I had in one last salvo and 
collapsed back on the sofa. I felt my penis going soft 
between her lips and sighed, "You've sucked me dry." Far 
away there was a thought that I'd not have the energy to 
return the complement for her.

But she didn't answer, just sucked more of my penis 
inside and bent her head down further, her chin going 
between my legs, to take in my testicles as well. The 
most wonderful sensations started working their way 
through the haze that surrounded me. "Oh, yes," I 
murmured before I even knew I could speak. 

I looked down at her, she glanced up at me her eyes 
smiling as her lips and tongue worked on me. I could 
feel myself growing inside her. The warm moisture of her 
mouth lubricating my penis as it expanded. I'd thought 
myself well and truly spent, but my penis seemed to have 
other ideas. I got harder and harder until I knew I must 
be erect with my penis down her throat and my balls 
still being twisted by her tongue.

She started to rock back and forward, swallowing as she 
pressed forward and pulling my testicles against her 
teeth as she went back again. All the time the angle on 
my erection growing more acute as it stiffened and the 
pressure against the back of her throat getting tighter 
and tighter. Until, just when I thought it would start 
hurting her, she slid all the way back letting her fall 
open and my erection spring out to slap against my 
abdomen, spraying my chest and face with a fine mist of 
her saliva.

Our eyes locked and we smiled at each other as she put a 
hand on each on my knees and pushed them together, 
squeezing my testicles between the tops of my thighs. 
Still looking into my eyes she pulled herself up to sit 
across my legs. We looked at each other, savoring the 
moment and oblivious to all around us. She settled 
herself down on my the insides of her thighs pressing 
against the outsides of mine forcing them together, her 
buttocks pressing just on the tops of my kneecaps.

As she pressed down on my legs I felt warm moisture 
gathering, but I just sat there staring into her eyes. 
She started to work her way up my legs, inching one 
thigh and buttock along, then following with the other, 
left right, left right, pressing not only the insides of 
her thighs and her buttocks but, as I felt the warm 
trail of moisture she was leaving behind, the outer lips 
of her vagina against me as well.

My penis reared up to meet her as she inched closer. 
Straining up so hard against gravity that it was 
completely vertical when she reached it, so that her 
abdomen pressed against it simultaneously at the base 
and tip. I gazed down in wonderment. Her black pubic 
hair mingled with the blond of mine. The warm lips of 
her vagina caressed my testicles. My erect penis pressed 
against her soft skin, running from the tangle of her 
pubic hair to the blind eye of her belly button.

I forgot to breath as she slowly raised herself up, 
brushing the ridge of my foreskin as it gathered under 
my glans down her abdomen and half enveloping my shaft 
with her pubic hair as it rose up to meet it. I'd 
excreted a tiny bead of clear liquid with stretched 
across her hair as she pushed herself up and forward to 
bring my penis directly under her.

She paused, her outer lips barely a millimetre from 
touching my glans, another bead of liquid forming on my 
tiny slit as it waited to plunge and be enveloped by 
her's. I was frozen, the tension so great that not even 
my penis could throb as my heart pounded blood through 
my veins.

Then she sank down. Millimetre by millimetre she lowered 
herself. She didn't have to push or let her weight force 
her down my erection entered so easily that I could 
barely feel the inner walls of her vagina touch my 
erection. Then once again her lips caressed my balls, 
but this time it was because they were wrapped around my 
erection and my testicles had pulled themselves up so 
tight that they almost entered as well.

Nothing happened for a moment as she settled her weight 
down on my lap once more. Then all hell broke loose 
inside her. I can guess only the half of it. All I know 
is that she screamed and her whole convulsed as an 
orgasm consumed her. Her vagina contracted so hard that 
she almost shot out of my lap. Then she fell down on my 
shaft again forcing it back up into her as she fell 
forward and I caught her. She moaned and would have 
screamed again if she'd had any breath left.

Her nipples were diamonds that gored my ribs as she 
rubbed her body against mine in time with the 
convulsions of her vagina. Her breath coming in barely 
audible pants, as if there was no room inside for both 
breath and orgasm. My hands tried to grip her sides, but 
her body slipped through my grasp on a thin film of 
sweat. Her eyes were tightly shut and her hair wiped my 
face as her whole body snapped back and forward with 
each thrust. She screamed again and tensed up so hard 
that her fingers bruised my skin where they gripped my 
shoulders, then so completely limp that she seemed like 
a water filled bag as she fell across me.

For a while nothing happened. I was not even sure that 
she was breathing until I put my hand to her face and 
felt her breath on my palm. Then I noticed that nearly 
every pair of eyes in the room were turned towards us. 
Most of the other guests seemed to have finished their 
activities for the night and having arrived late I was 
one of the few people left with any energy. Well I 
certainly felt beat now. Though as the woman disengaged 
herself from me we both realised that my penis was still 
erect.

She slid her hand up and down and said "Wow," under her 
breath. Then she noticed everybody was looking at us, 
though I could hear some humping going on in the 
background behind me where I couldn't see it. Though the 
woman must have been able to because she looked over my 
shoulder and smiled. "Hey, Ester !" she waved her free 
hand. 

"Come over here, there's still life left in this one." 
She continued to slide her hand up and down. "Oh, yes?" 
A cultured voice came over my head. "Let me see." The 
woman leant back and moved the palm of her hand under my 
erection, pressing down with her thumb on top to keep it 
horizontal, the tip nestling in her pubic hair. "There, 
you see," she said.

A woman, whom I assumed to be Ester, walked around and 
stood beside us. She was completely naked, wearing not a 
shred of clothing nor any jewellery, except, when my 
eyes snaked down her slim legs, for a pair of black 
high-heel shoes. "Ho, my," she sighed, her dark blond 
curls hiding her face as she bent down for a closer 
look. But I didn't mind, for as she lent forward her 
breasts swung out and her brown nipples brushed against 
my thighs. I realised she hadn't bent down just for a 
closer look when I felt the warm, moist embrace of her 
mouth around my erection.

"Humm," she murmured. And the other woman's face lit up. 
I couldn't see what Ester was doing to me, but judging 
from the expression on her face she must have been 
getting quite a view.

I sighed and arched my head back as wave of pleasure 
swept through my body. I would have pulled my legs up 
too, but the weight of the black haired woman kept them 
down.

Ester rolled her head from side to side, swallowing 
noisily. I felt my erection side down her throat. 
Suddenly I was going to come. My whole body clenched up 
and my balls felt as if they were going to explode. But 
Ester didn't want that. She lifted her head up sliding 
my erection back out again and blew softly on the tip of 
my erection. I moaned and thought I would faint with the 
sexual tension. But slowly my climax passed, though the 
passion still burnt in my body.

"That's right," the woman whispered to Ester. "Can't let 
let that all go to waste."

"Oh, its never wasted," I felt Ester's grip tighten 
around the base of my erection. Then she straightened up 
and stepped over me to stand astride me facing the other 
woman. Her grip still strong on my shaft. Her bum 
pressing into the bottom of my rib cage.

"Would you like me to lick you," I ran my hands up her 
thighs to her hips and pulled gently upwards.

But she resisted my grip. "No," she whispered. "Not 
yet." And she rubbed her bum down along my stomach, 
sliding her hands up my penis and pressed the lips of 
her vagina against the length of my erection. The other 
woman gasped and I was suddenly aware of the strength of 
her grip on my thighs as she sat across my knees. 
Watching spellbound as Ester started to run her clitoris 
along my shaft.

Slowly Ester made her way up my erection, her body 
forcing her clitoris down against me, her hands forcing 
my penis up against herself, until she had just reached 
my glans. Then she slid back down. For a moment I 
couldn't tell if she'd let me slip inside her, but then 
she started back up again and I felt her lips pressing 
down on me and her hands forcing me up against her and 
knew she was still rubbing herself against me.

The fire in my balls went white hot. My head was arched 
right back, my eyes tightly closed. Ester just brushed 
across the tip of my penis and started back down again. 
My mouth hung open and I gasped at each inch. And gasped 
even more desperately as she went back up again.

My hands had a grip of iron on her hips and she had to 
force her way upwards against the tension in my body. 
The fire in my balls went nova and I thought I must 
surely explode as she reached my glans again. But her 
touch was so gently that the sweet pain just intensified 
another notch and I forgot how to breath. My whole 
universe was reduced to the grip of my hands on her 
hips, her grip on my erection, the tension in her body 
as she moved against mine and the fire that consumed me. 
The pain in my balls and the white hot pleasure that 
exploded in the back of my brain.

I don't know if I screamed, if I shouted or if I passed 
out. All I remember is the sound of Ester screaming and 
crushing my erection to herself, her legs clamping shut 
around mine and my penis spraying a pillar of fire into 
the air. My neck bent right back and my arms rose into 
the air high above my head. My back arched and my whole 
body burned as I ejaculated in one continuous stream. 
Everything went hazy. But I do remember a woman clapping 
her hands and crying, "Bravo, Bravo !" at the top of her 
voice.

As I started to recover the black haired woman helped 
Ester to stand and someone behind me said, "Well that 
certainly gets my vote for the best of the night." Ester 
sat down on the sofa opposite me and went immediately to 
sleep. And I found that I couldn't keep my eyes open 
either. So I just rolled onto my side and curled up. I 
heard another voice say, "Put a blanket over him, dear." 
Then I fell into a deep sleep. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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