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ADULTS ONLY: The following story contains sexual content and
descriptions. If you are under 18, or if you live in a community
where the reading of such material is illegal, please do not continue.
The Private Party (MF, group, wife, voy)
by Snake
The invitation arrived with the mail on Tuesday. At first
Beth dismissed it, thinking it was another credit card offer. But just
as the attractive young housewife was about to toss the envelope in
the trash, something about it caught her attention -- there was no
stamp. The expensive black envelope also had no return address; it
simply was a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label
reading: 'Mr. & Mrs. Robert West. . .Confidential'.
Now curious, Beth put the other mail down and carefully
opened the thick flap and removed the heavy gold-embossed card.
She turned it over looking for any signs of familiarity or recognition
about the sender before she slowly read the cursive message:
'You have been recommended by a close, but
anonymous, personal acquaintance to receive this
invitation to attend a very exclusive private party. The
occasion cannot be discussed at this time. . .except to
assure you that any concern or reservation you may have
about the legitimacy of this greeting is unwarranted. This
is no gimmick or advertisement.
Similarly, any and all expectations you might have
about the evening will surely be exceeded. In many
respects, this invitation represents the most intimate of
opportunities for you as husband and wife.
The party will be held the First Day of May at 8:00
p.m. sharp. Dress is semiformal. Due to the exclusive
nature of this invitation, your immediate attention is
critical. Please RSVP to the phone number below at your
earliest convenience. You will be given additional details
at that time. I look forward to the pleasure of your
company.
Regards, Your Host'
How mysterious, Beth thought. She turned the card over
again a few times trying to find any clues about its origin, but there
was nothing. Finally she sighed and put the invitation aside with the
intention of discussing it with her husband when he arrived home
from work.
Bob and Beth West enjoyed a typical, upper middle-class
lifestyle in the suburbs. Both in their thirties, the couple was
attractive and outgoing. Beth enjoyed her role as full-time
homemaker and mother of two beautiful daughters. Bob's career as
an investment advisor was just starting to take off. And while the
family was not wealthy yet, they were certainly very comfortable in
their handsome, upscale home in a quiet neighborhood with many
families of similar background.
The Wests were friendly and fairly social; but since the girls
came along, Bob and Beth remained at home with their kids more
often than not -- only occasionally going out with a small circle of
friends. . .or a rare husband and wife date. In fact, life had settled
into a sort of vanilla-flavored routine without much variation. It's
not something that Beth or Bob really noticed or even minded. But,
every once-in-a-while, both entertained secret fleeting thoughts that
perhaps it would be nice to spice things up a little.
Even in the bedroom the relationship was normal and
satisfactory for the married couple. They made love regularly --
usually on the weekends -- and they both shared devotion and
affection for each other. There had never been any major problems
or obstacles in the marriage, so there had never been any reason for
either to consider infidelity. Still, if you were to ask Bob and Beth
to be honest and direct, both would admit that something was
missing in their lives -- something that neither of them could really
identify or explain.
"I have no clue what this is about," Bob said as he looked
over the invitation that evening. "Probably some sales or real estate
trap. . .or maybe one of those Amway things. But, no postmark or
return address, huh? That's strange."
"I know. . ." Beth agreed. "It was in the mailbox with the
other mail, though. You think somebody hand-delivered it?"
"Probably. . .I dunno. What do you think? Guess it wouldn't
hurt to at least call and find out what the deal is. I'd like to find out
who sent it."
Beth had been thinking about the card on and off all day.
The possibility that the invitation was legitimate had certainly
crossed her mind; and, quite honestly, the idea was exciting. It had
been ages since they'd attended a real party. An elegant, "exclusive"
gathering they could dress up for might be just what the doctor
ordered. "Sure, might as well see what it's about. . ." she finally
said.
Bob dialed the number and a deep male voice immediately
answered, "Yes. . .?"
"This is Bob West. . .I received an invitation in my mailbox
for a party, and. . ."
"Yes, of course Mr. West," the voice cut him off. "Thank
you for your quick response. We sincerely hope you and your wife
do not have any conflicts that evening. May I confirm your
attendance?"
"Hold up!" Bob shot back, slightly annoyed. "I have a few
questions. What is all this about? Who are you and how did you get
my name? You should know up front that we are not interested in
any sales pitches or time-share opportunities. . ."
"I assure you, Mr. West, that the festivities have absolutely
nothing to do with sales or marketing. In fact, nothing will be
required of you other than your presence. The pleasure of your
company is all that is expected. This is a very exclusive party that
you and your wife have been specifically recommended for and
invited to attend. You should feel privileged. I'm confident you
will thoroughly enjoy the evening."
"Who are you and who recommended us?"
"I'm afraid that information is confidential, to protect the
valued privacy of our guests. I can only say that it is someone you
trust."
"I don't like surprises. . ." Bob said sharply. "This all sounds
a little strange."
"I understand your trepidation, Mr. West. Please understand
that you have nothing to be concerned about. This will be a most
enjoyable evening for both or you. . .perhaps the most unique and
entertaining experience you will ever have. Now, may I confirm
your reservation?"
"Hang on a sec. . ." Bob placed his hand over the mouthpiece
and looked over at his wife who had been listening carefully to his
side of the conversation. "He says it's all legit and that we'll have a
great time. But he won't say who he is or why we were picked to
go. I dunno. . .what do you think?"
"Sounds kind of creepy. . .but also sort of intriguing, you
know? I guess we could always leave if it's bogus," Beth said
thoughtfully. "What do we have to lose?"
Bob considered it for a moment, then uncovered the phone.
"Yeah, OK, we'll RSVP. But this better not be a put on. When is
it again?"
"May the First at 8 p.m. And may I congratulate you both on
your decision. Drinks and dinner will be served, followed by
entertainment. Please be prompt. As the invitation suggests, the
dress is semiformal. Do you have something to take down the
location?"
"Yeah. . .hang on. OK, go ahead."
"The address is 1591 Peacock Way. Are you familiar with
the area?"
Bob immediately recognized a very affluent section of their
community. He did have several acquaintances and clients who
lived there. "All right, I know where that is."
"Good. When you arrive, you will be asked for a password.
This is simply to insure privacy and to prevent admittance to any
uninvited guests. The password is 'Royal'. Please do not share the
information -- the password or the address -- with anyone. Is this
completely understood and agreeable to you?"
"Yes. . .I think so," Bob answered -- a million thoughts
swirling in his head. He was still suspicious.
"Fine," said the voice. "You will be pleased you attended.
You and your wife will have a wonderful experience. Again, we
look forward to the pleasure of your company. Good evening." The
line went dead.
Bob and Beth discussed the strange events for a long time.
Bob was still fairly convinced that the whole thing was some kind of
scam. While Beth shared her husband's hesitancy, she also allowed
herself to privately think about the excitement of a lavish night out.
It sounded fun and exotic, and she was already making plans to shop
for a new outfit.
Everyday life took over and the couple all but forgot about
the party. Beth did manage to schedule a babysitter and slip out one
day to buy a slinky cocktail dress and a few accessories. When the
day finally arrived, the young housewife splurged on a full make
over at an upscale spa and salon. She emerged feeling refreshed and
pretty -- her hair and makeup were styled to perfection and she felt
exhilarated about the evening to come.
Bob had been doing some half-hearted investigation about
the party, trying to discover anything about who had sent the
invitation or which of their friends had recommended them. But he
was drawing a blank; nobody knew about it, and finally he resigned
himself to the fact that he would just have to find out what was
going on when he got there.
Later that evening, Beth stood in front of a full-length mirror
getting ready. She had picked up some new under things at
Victoria's Secret -- a black satin thong-panty and bra set -- which
she admired on her petite, trim body. Beth was indeed a beauty:
5'4" with raven-colored hair cut in a cute page-boy style with soft
curls turned under at the ends to frame her pretty face. Tonight her
hair was swept up behind her ears to her favorite antique comb clip,
then cascading down in a fall past her slender neck to her
shoulders. Her eyes were smoldering green and fiery. At 34, Beth
kept herself in fantastic shape with lots of exercise and a sensible
diet. She had fresh, soft features that made her face look much
younger than her years -- almost girlish; yet her figure was alluring
and womanly with high, firm breasts that strained against the
encasement of the shiny bra. Her stomach was flat and tight, and her
naturally olive skin glowed with an almost perpetual tan.
Bob came into the bedroom from the shower and couldn't
help feeling like a lucky man. He lustfully admired his wife's
gorgeous features as she dressed -- gazing at the twin globes of her
taut, round bottom just as she slid her tiny black dress down and
over her hips. The dress was tastefully short and showed off her
silky-smooth legs with no need for pantyhose. She looked back over
her shoulder at him and smiled seductively. "You like?"
"Yeah. . .something new?"
"Oh. . .just some old rag I found," she giggled. "Not too
expensive."
"Right. . ." he snickered, knowing very well his wife's
expensive taste. "Well, you'd look fabulous in Goodwill stuff."
"Sir. . .flattery will get you everywhere!" she laughed as she
completed her outfit with a short little sequined black jacket.
After giving the babysitter some final instructions, Bob and
Beth headed out to find the address. Soon they were winding
through the lush landscaping and manicured lawns of the city's most
exclusive area. The gates and walls got higher and the impressive
homes got bigger the farther they traveled up Peacock Way. Finally
they found 1591. The sun was setting as they turned through a
magnificent iron gate onto a long paved driveway. Slowly they
passed the immense grounds of the estate with giant trees, football-
field-sized lawns, and almost every kind of flowers, hedges, and
shrubbery imaginable.
At the end of the driveway was a truly astonishing house that
almost looked like a hotel. The architecture was superb. Outdoor
spotlights were already casting a soft glow to the giant structure, and
a monstrous chandelier hung inside a mammoth archway that served
as the entrance. A large fountain was positioned directly in front of
the house, and there was a circular gravel drive around the fountain
forming the parking area. Several expensive cars were already
positioned there and a uniformed parking valet waited for Bob and
Beth to stop in front of him. "I've seen better. . ." Bob joked, but
the couple couldn't help being impressed by the residence.
After giving the keys to the courteous attendant, Bob and his
wife made their way up the long walkway to the gigantic front door.
Before they could knock, the door swung open and a handsome
young man wearing what looked to like a butler's uniform greeted
them with a pleasant smile. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs.'W', may I
have the password please?"
Beth and Bob were shocked that this stranger seemed to
know them. . .at least by their initial. Bob stared straight into the
man's deep blue eyes as if to size him up for a moment. "Royal," he
finally said firmly.
"Very good. . .thank you. Please follow me." The man led
them into the house and down a long, dimly lit corridor. The Wests
followed close behind -- gazing at the many fine and expensive
furnishings and decor of the mansion. At last they came to a large
room that was obviously the library. Each of the walls were stacked
from the floor to the high ceiling with a myriad of books neatly
arranged in tall oak shelves. Spread throughout the center of the
room were groupings of overstuffed leather chairs and couches for
lounging and reading. It was quite a comfortable and inviting room.
Several couples were already mingling and chatting softly. A
small staff of waiters served cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. Bob
immediately scanned the gathering to see if he recognized anyone.
All of the guests looked very similar in age; they all seemed to be in
their mid-thirties, married, attractive, and well-off. There were three
or four couples. . .then Bob suddenly spotted someone he knew; it
was Dan -- a stockbroker friend he often played racquetball with.
Dan saw him too and waved with a smile.
But before Bob and Beth could move over to their friend, the
butler was in front of them again holding two jewelry boxes. "A gift
from your host. Please put these on and wear them throughout the
evening. It is like an identification badge. One of the house rules
asks guests not to refer to each other by their given names, but
instead to use only initials. . .for privacy. I trust you will respect this
simple request."
Again something strange and mysterious. Bob and Beth
glanced at each other questioningly as they opened the boxes. Inside
were golden medallions engraved with the initials of their first
names: 'B'. The finely-crafted disks were attached to satin ribbons
to hang around the neck. Bob's ribbon was purple and Beth's was
pink. They put the pendants on and made their way toward Dan, or
'D' as his medallion identified him.
"Welcome, welcome!" he exclaimed, smiling broadly. "I'm
so glad you could make it. I've been looking forward to this for a
long time." D gave both of them a warm hug. "You remember my
wife, 'M'. . ."
The couples exchanged greetings and hugs. "What's this all
about?" Bob finally asked. "Who's house is this?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you, buddy. . ." D said, "But you and
your wife are in for one helluva great time tonight. You don't have
any idea how hard it is to even be considered for one of these things.
I had to pull some serious strings."
"Thanks, I guess. But damn. . .I have so many questions.
Who are these people? Bob asked, still confused. "And why is
everybody so protective of their privacy? I mean, this only using
people's initials thing is a little bizarre."
"Trust me," D chuckled. "All your questions will be
answered soon. In the meantime, just relax and enjoy yourselves.
Get to know the other guests. Amazing place, huh? You have to
admit this is probably not what you were expecting."
"We didn't know what to expect. . ." Beth piped up. "But I
certainly agree with you. This place is amazing."
"You haven't seen anything yet! Enjoy yourselves. . .we'll
keep an eye out for you." D grinned and his wife winked at Bob as
the couple moved off to visit with some of the other guests.
Bob watched them go, secretly enjoying the way Dan's wife
looked in her shiny gold dress. Truth be known, Bob had always
considered Mandy to be a "looker"; she was taller than Beth,
probably 5-7, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that
seemed to be teasing him whenever they spoke. M had a fantastic
figure with big, full breasts and a shapely ass that undulated
seductively in her tight gown as she moved away. Bob watched her
go until Beth noticed where he was gazing and punched him
playfully on the shoulder.
There were only two other couples in the room. Soon Bob
and Beth met and visited briefly with both. 'S' was a big, ruggedly-
handsome man who looked like a former football player. Rock-
solid from head to toe, he shook Bob's hand firmly then surprised
Beth by taking her small hand in his huge paw and kissing it lightly.
His hazel eyes stared deep into hers as he smiled warmly. Beth liked
his friendly, relaxed manner instantly and couldn't help fixing her
gaze on him as he introduced his wife, 'T', a lovely, tall redhead.
Bob and T chatted for a few minutes, while S turned his attention
back to Beth.
"So, this is your first time here, huh? I'm so glad you came,"
S said smoothly; everything about him seemed to smile at Beth. She
liked the way the soft tan-lines around his eyes wrinkled slightly
when he laughed. There was a slight touch of grey at the sides of his
full head of sandy-colored hair, but it just made him look that much
more distinguished and attractive, Beth thought. He really was a
good looking man.
"Yes, we are still kind of trying to figure out how we got
here," she answered. "It's all kind of mysterious, isn't it? Do you
know the hosts?"
S laughed with delight. "I'm not sure any of us really know
each other very well. We've been to one or two of these parties, but,
like you said. . .it's all rather mysterious. That's what makes it all so
exciting. Don't you agree?"
"I suppose, yes, I guess it is kind of exciting. I'm looking
forward to finding out what else will happen," Beth admitted.
"So am I. . ." said S softly, gazing at her again in a way that
almost made her knees weak.
The other couple was 'J' and 'V', a black husband and wife.
Like the others at the party they looked like they were in their
thirties and very attractive -- almost exotic looking. Bob and Beth
soon discovered that it was this couple's first time here too -- and
they were as mystified as the Wests. J, the husband, was also very
solidly built and fairly tall -- perhaps 6'5". Bob thought he must be a
former athlete as well. J's wife, V, was voluptuous in every sense
of the word. She wore a beautiful multi-colored dress made from a
gauzy material that almost looked like scarves tied together; it
accentuated her generous curves extremely well, and she caught the
eye of every man in the room as she moved gracefully about.
After about 30 minutes -- when the couples had a chance to
introduce themselves and sample some of the excellent champagne
and appetizers -- a man Beth and Bob had not seen before stepped
quietly into the library. He was large, muscular, completely
bald, and he was wearing a uniform similar to the butler who had met
them at the door. The man moved to the middle of the small group
and rang a little bell to get their attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of your host, may I offer
you warmest greetings and appreciation for attending the party. My
name is Mr. Kensington. I have been asked to represent the owner
of the estate who sends his deepest regret that he is not able to join
you personally tonight. But I have been instructed to extend to you,
his dear guests, every courtesy and to provide for your every need
while you are with us. Some of you are here for the first time. To
you in particular we extend our warmest greetings and sincere wish
that you will enjoy a most memorable evening.
In a few moments dinner will be served in the dining room
next door. Afterwards, some very special entertainment has been
arranged for you in the ballroom. Prior to that, however, I will have
some additional information and instructions to share with you. As
you enjoy dinner, please remember to respect the request to use only
the initials on your medallions as you visit with and refer to one
another. Thank you for your cooperation. And now, ladies and
gentlemen, dinner is served. . ."
They were ushered into a spacious and ornate dining room
where the large table was already set with the first course of a feast
that included a vast array of delicious and incredible dishes
served by an attentive and courteous staff. The group was seated by
their initials at reserved places that separated spouses from each
other in order to allow the couples to mix more freely and continue
to become acquainted. Beth and Bob were almost at opposite ends
of the massive table, but they caught each other's eye occasionally
and silently acknowledged that the food and the company were
completely enjoyable. Beth was secretly thrilled that she had been
seated next to 'S'; the handsome broad-shouldered man chatted and
laughed with her throughout the meal -- making her feel almost as
giddy as a schoolgirl.
As they were finishing a delicious dessert, Mr. Kensington
appeared at the head of the table and rang his bell again. "I trust that
you have enjoyed your meal. Has everything been satisfactory?"
Everyone around the table glanced at each other smiling and
nodding with approval; the meal was indeed excellent.
"Fine. . ." Kensington continued, "Now, as I mentioned
earlier, I have some additional instructions to share with you before
we present the evening's entertainment. Those of you who are first-
time guests will want to pay particular attention. You will be
escorted into the ballroom where you will be seated together as
husband and wife couples. When the entertainment begins, you will
kindly stay in your assigned seats until the chime sounds. Ladies,
when you hear the chime, please move to the next seating area to
your left. . .then continue to move to your left to the next area each
time the chime sounds. Gentlemen, please remain seated where you
are throughout the performance.
For our new guests, the purpose of this rotating
method of seating is to encourage you to become better acquainted
with one another. Hopefully you have all had the chance to become
familiar enough to enjoy the company of whomever you happen to
be seated with.
You will likely find the entertainment stimulating. Feel free
to react naturally to what you will see and hear. However, if you
feel uncomfortable at any time, please do not hesitate to excuse
yourself and leave the room. We would also ask that you respect
unconditionally the wishes or the concerns of the other guests. No
one shall be required to participate in anything against their will. Is
this clearly understood?"
Again the couples looked around at each other and nodded,
but this time not quite so enthusiastically. Bob and Beth glanced
nervously at each other, as did 'J' and 'V'. They all had similar
thoughts about the strange nature of these instructions -- especially
the idea of "stimulating" entertainment and the possibility that
someone may be "uncomfortable" with what was going to happen.
All this, coupled with the protected identity of the guests and the
mystery surrounding their absent host, made this all seem very
surreal. But the other couples who had been there before seemed
comfortable with what was happening, so the two "new" couples
shrugged and nodded slightly in agreement.
"Very good," Kensington smiled with satisfaction. "Now, if
you will follow me to the ballroom."
They made their way down the hallway they had entered
through and came to a large set of double doors that opened into a
modest-sized room that really looked nothing like a ballroom. The
room was furnished and decorated splendidly, like the rest of the
mansion, but instead of the expected wooden dance floor there was
thick, luxurious wall-to-wall carpet. Soft music was playing from
unseen speakers somewhere, and an amazing assortment of candles
flickered everywhere -- providing the only light and casting
interesting shadows on every surface.
In the center of the room was a circular platform or stage --
perhaps two-feet high and ten-feet across -- surrounded floor to
ceiling by a closed black velvet curtain. The couples were seated
with their mates in four comfortable black-leather love seats
positioned closely around the stage in exact North, South, East, and
West points facing the curtain.
When everyone was seated, Kensington stepped back to the
doorway and rang his bell one more time. "Ladies and gentlemen,
please remember the instructions I gave to you earlier. And now,
honored guests, we present for your enjoyment. . .The Newlyweds."
As Kensington stepped back through the doors and closed
them behind him, the volume of the pleasant classical music
increased and the curtain began to rise. Spotlights rigged above the
stage faded up and brightly revealed a king-size bed. As the curtain
continued to move upward they saw a pair of shiny black shoes --
then tuxedo trousers -- and finally a young man seated in a chair by
the bed. When the curtain stopped rising the group could also see a
lovely young woman seated with her legs curled under her on the
bed; she was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress and veil.
The newlywed couple was young -- perhaps 19 or 20 -- and
they were radiant. He was extremely fit and handsome with dazzling
blue eyes, stylish blonde hair, tan complexion, and an eager,
confident smile. Each of the women in the room felt immediately
attracted to him.
The bride was just as fresh and alluring. Her long dark hair
hung almost to her waist and it contrasted vividly with the brightness
of her gown. She reached up and pulled the veil back over her head
to reveal the face of an angel -- bright eyes flashing with excitement;
full, pouting red lips framing perfect teeth; high cheek bones and
cute little dimples flushed with excitement. She gazed longingly at
her new husband as her generous, swelling breasts rose and fell
noticeably within the confines of her lacy bodice.
As the party guests watched with fascination, the young girl
moved gracefully off the bed and stood before the groom. Slowly
she began to move her hips back and forth to the music as she took
off the veil completely and tossed it on the bed. Then she removed
her long white gloves slowly, one at a time, to start what was the
beginning of an obvious strip tease. While she continued to sway
her shapely hips, she reached back and grasped the zipper of her
dress; unhooking it, she turned her back to her new husband and
teasingly drew it down.
The young man slumped down in his chair slightly -- still
grinning from ear to ear. A noticeable bulge was growing in the
front of his pants; again something none of the women in the room
failed to notice. He watched in a happy daze as the pretty bride
continued to dance and strip.
Soon the top of her dress was down around her slender waist
revealing the sexy white lingerie underneath. With a giggle, she
pushed the dress the rest of the way down and stepped out of it along
with several layers of petticoat slips. Now the lovely young girl was
dressed only in a shiny white camisole -- showing off her enticing
cleavage, high-cut satin panties with the dark triangle shadow of her
trim bush clearly visible beneath, and a matching lace garter holding
up her sleek white stockings.
Still dancing seductively, the bride kicked off her shoes and
moved closer to the young man. While he watched her every move,
she slowly sank to her knees between his now wide-spread legs.
Smiling up at him, she reached out with her dainty hand and ran it
up along his thigh until she brushed against the now straining
erection in his pants. Everyone in the room held their breath as she
traced the outline of his impressive manhood with her fingers --
gripping and milking it lightly. A soft groan escaped the back of his
throat.
Beth sat watching as if hypnotized. She couldn't tear her
eyes away from the provocative scene right in front of her. Never in
her life had she experienced anything like this. Of course she and
Bob both had seen to some pretty steamy soft core movies on cable
TV, but certainly nothing that compared to the raw emotion of
watching two people being intimate with each other in front of a live
audience.
Beth didn't know how to react. Her conservative religious
upbringing should make her feel guilty and offended by what she
was watching, but she knew that wasn't the case. She held her
husband's hand tightly -- squeezing it in involuntary response to
each exciting tingle that shot through her aroused body. Yes, that
was it. . .more than anything else, Beth realized she was highly
aroused by what she was seeing. She was already beginning to feel
damp between her legs, and she crossed and uncrossed her soft
thighs -- pressing them together in a reflexive effort to intensify the
electrifying pleasure she was feeling.
Bob was having a hard time too -- literally. His cock was
trying to break free from the confines of his underwear and trousers.
With all of the suspicions he had about this party, he certainly hadn't
expected anything like this. He sensed his wife fidgeting next to
him as he watched the beautiful young bride on stage slowly
unzipping the groom's fly. Both Bob and Beth shuddered when the
girl reached into the opening and withdrew the young man's naked,
throbbing penis. It was a huge fleshy column in her tiny fist. The
purple helmet-shaped head seemed to be swollen and glistening in
the intense lights.
Slowly the bride began to pump up and down on his shaft.
The young man groaned in appreciation -- throwing his head back
and closing his eyes. A contented smile played across his lips. In
response, the girl leaned forward and lightly kissed the slick,
bulbous head of his engorged cock. Her bright red lipstick left a
slight smudge on his meat as she leaned back and licked her lips as
if sampling the taste of him. Then, suddenly, the young woman
smiled wickedly and plunged down to engulf his solid shaft with her
warm, wet mouth. Almost immediately, she began bobbing her head
up and down with youthful abandon -- as if she couldn't wait to
make him explode.
It was almost more than Beth could stand. Her nerve endings
were already raw and overheated. She could feel her nipples
swelling and scraping against the fabric of her bra, and she kept
squeezing her thighs together in an effort to quench the burning
sensations between her legs. She watched the girl's loose dark hair
flying free as her head bounced up and down on the young man's
lap.
Without thinking, Beth reached her hand over to grasp her
husband's thick, muscular thigh. Bob reacted by placing his hand
over hers and urging it to move upward until she felt his pulsing tool
in his tented pants. Beth wrapped her fingers around the steel-hard
shaft through the cloth and began to rub him urgently. Bob returned
the favor by placing his arm around his wife's shoulder and reaching
down to cup one of her quivering breasts through her dress. He had
no trouble finding the hard point of her sensitive nipple poking out
from the fabric. He scraped his fingernail over the turgid nub
causing Beth to gasp and arch her back.
On stage the newlyweds were continuing their intense
foreplay. The bride had succeeded in opening the man's pants
completely and had pulled them down his hips slightly while she
continued to devour his huge pole with her sweet mouth. His rod
was slick and shiny with her saliva, and she looked like she was
starving for the taste of his meat.
Meanwhile, he had untied the ribbons that held her camisole
together at the top. Pushing the satiny material aside, he reached in
and helped her creamy breasts spill out into his big hands. She
moaned with muffled delight around his cock as he began to
massage and knead her soft, jiggling flesh. His thumbs soon found
her small pink nipples and he teased them without mercy -- rolling
and pulling the sensitive tips between his fingers until she almost
squealed.
Bob and Beth continued to paw at each other -- getting
bolder and more impassioned with each passing moment. They had
almost forgotten about the other guests until a chime suddenly
sounded in the room. Beth immediately felt panic in the pit of her
stomach. Remembering the instructions to move to the next love
seat to her left, she couldn't imagine sitting with someone she hardly
knew in this condition. "Oh Bob. . ." she whispered, "what should
we do?"
Bob was having similar thoughts. The "entertainment" had
seduced and carried them both away almost to the point of no return.
What was expected now. . .for them to calmly continue to watch this
wildly carnal display without acting upon the incredible urges they
were feeling? Or was that the idea -- to build the couples to a fever
pitch of sexual need that would turn the party into a wild orgy. He'd
heard about things like this before, but Bob never expected he and
his wife to ever be involved. Like Beth, he was confused and
overwhelmed. . .that is until he saw 'T' standing expectantly in front
of him.
"I believe this is where I'm supposed to be now. . ." The tall
redhead looked excited and flushed.
Bob glanced back at Beth and immediately had wild visions
of his wife with another man. He'd never considered it before and
he didn't necessarily like the idea, but everything was happening so
quickly and his throbbing cock suddenly made the decision for him.
"It's OK, Honey. . ." he heard himself say. "We better do what the
man said."
Beth looked bewildered and a little frightened as she slowly
rose to her feet and watched T slide quickly into her seat.
Somewhere behind her on the stage she heard moans and deep sighs
as she awkwardly moved over to the next seating area where she
found their friend, Dan, smiling and relaxed as he watched her
approach.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked with a strange smile.
As Beth nervously took her seat she looked back at the
couple on the stage. The bride was now laying on the bed --
the pretty satin camisole had been completely removed and
her perfectly shaped breasts, tipped with bright pink points,
bounced slightly as she shifted and settled. The young groom
was gazing down at her -- still grinning with pure lust -- as he
quickly removed his tuxedo and other attire. The young
woman licked her lips as she hungrily watched his large
erection bob and wave between his muscular thighs.
"This is pretty damn hot, isn't it?" Beth heard 'D'
whisper beside her. She had intentionally avoided sitting too
close to him, but she felt him shifting next to her as they both
stared at the stage. "Have you ever seen somebody do it right
in front of you like this?" D asked.
Beth cleared her throat and whispered back without
looking at him, "N...no, never. . .I never imagined. . ."
After he had removed his clothing, the attractive
groom on stage placed one knee on the bed and reached out to
effortlessly pull the scantily clad bride closer to him. Taking
his time to tease the girl and his audience, he slowly
unhooked and removed her garter and then peeled each of her
white stockings down and off her shapely legs. The dark-
haired beauty smiled and cooed with pleasure as he hooked
his fingers in her skimpy lace panties and began to pull them
off. She lifted her hips slightly to assist him and soon she was
completely nude and spread wantonly on the bed.
Beth's heart was pounding inside her chest and she
was having trouble catching her breath. She watched the
young man lift the girl's delicate foot and then -- starting at
her ankle -- he began to kiss and lick his way up her leg until
he reached her tender inner thigh. . .just inches away from
her soft, wet opening. Beth could feel her own warm juices
soaking her tiny panties, and she kept crossing and uncrossing
her legs -- causing the hem of her short black dress to ride up
higher and higher.
Seated next to the increasingly impassioned
housewife, Dan Sullivan, or 'D', was no longer watching the
performance on stage. He knew he had limited time before
the chime sounded again and he wanted to make the most of
the opportunity. This is what he had been waiting for -- the
reason he had made careful arrangements to have Bob and
Beth West invited to the party. For quite some time Dan had
secretly dreamed of seducing his friend Bob's innocent and
comely wife. Now was the time to make his move.
At the same time a few feet away, Beth's husband,
Bob, was getting his own lessons in the art of seduction. 'T',
the statuesque and tantalizing redhead, wasted little time in
cuddling up against her attractive new friend. As they sat
together watching the newlywed couple pleasure each other,
Bob felt another man's wife softly breathing into his ear as
she whispered, "Oh, this makes me feel so naughty. . .would
you mind if I played. . .just a little?"
Bob jerked suddenly as he felt her hand grasp his and
place it on her warm, soft thigh. She purred softly and spread
her legs slightly -- pushing his hand higher until it slid under
her dress. Instinctively Bob massaged her smooth tender
flesh with his fingers. As he moved his hand higher, he could
feel the warmth building and she parted her thighs wider to
give him better access. Soon his middle fingertip brushed
against the downy softness of her pubic hair and then the
puffy flesh of her vaginal lips. She was not wearing panties.
T moaned quietly next to him -- encouraging him to
continue probing.
Somewhere in his foggy brain Bob had a fleeting
thought that what he was doing was wrong. But before he
could process the idea any further, the lovely redhead
unzipped his fly and reached inside to grasp his throbbing
manhood. The touch of her cool skin on his burning shaft
caused him to groan and thrust his hips forward. All thoughts
of turning back quickly vanished.
Beth stared trance-like at the erotic sight before her.
The young groom on the stage now had the bride's legs spread
wide and bent at the knee. Tossing her thick mane of hair
from side to side, she panted and groaned as her lover lapped
and swirled his tongue into the tight slit of her vagina while
her hips pumped rhythmically against his hungry mouth.
Dan had moved closer to Beth and gazed down at the
lovely sight of her naked thighs squeezing together tightly and
then relaxing repeatedly. Her dress had ridden up high
enough that he could almost see the hidden juncture between
her legs, but she was wringing her hands together in her lap
preventing the dress from rising any higher. Watching her
swelling breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, he
slowly reached his arm around her shoulder in a careful,
casual manner so he wouldn't frighten or alarm her.
When she did not object to his advance, Dan lightly
placed his hand on her knee -- again watching her closely for
any resistance. But Beth was dizzy and almost drunk with
desire. She heard the wet slurping sounds and the constant
moans from the couple on the stage and she couldn't help
imagining -- no, wishing -- that she was the one on the bed
tangled in the naked, passionate act with the handsome young
groom. She vaguely felt a hand touching and slowly sliding
up her leg, but it didn't register in her lust-filled brain until
she felt the hem of her dress being tentatively pushed aside.
Beth instinctively looked down to see a man's hand
lightly stroking her exposed skin. Then, with wide, glazed-
over eyes, she dreamily looked up and tried to focus on his face
smiling back at her. "Let me help you. . ." she heard him say.
Dan shifted even closer to her small frame and reached down
to gently take her hands and move them off her lap. While
they both watched his movements, he carefully took hold of
the bottom of her short dress and gradually lifted the fabric up
and folded it back onto her stomach -- completely revealing
her wispy black panties.
Dan took a deep breath. She was more captivating
than he had imagined. The scant fabric did little to hide her
feminine charms, and he knew he must have her. . .if not
entirely now, then certainly before the night was over.
On the other couch Bob leaned back and planted his
hands on the cushion to brace himself. He watched the two
young lovers on stage trying to send each other over the edge
in a frenzied sixty-nine position; but between his outstretched
legs, a gorgeous woman he hardly knew knelt in front of him
greedily deep-throating his aching cock. Her technique was
fantastic as she swirled and stabbed her tongue around the
sensitive head each time she lifted her lovely head with the
flaming red hair.
Bob was in heaven until he remembered Beth.
Whipping around to look to his left, his eyes opened wide and
his mouth fell open when he saw what was happening. There
was his conservative little wife with her dress bunched around
her waist and her legs spread wide. Hovering over her was the
large form of his friend, Dan, who had his hand buried in her
panties -- obviously fingering her furiously. Beth stared
straight ahead with unblinking eyes as her pretty mouth
gasped for breath. Even several yards away, her husband
could hear her pant and whimper helplessly.
At first Bob was angry at the sight of his wife so
openly engaged in sexual acts with another man. But soon he
realized that he had no cause for resentment. After all, he had
encouraged her to move to the next chair, and here he was
doing the same thing with someone else's wife. No, there was
nothing he could do about it now.
Electric shocks jolted through Beth's small body as the
man above her continued to plunge his fingers in and out of
her drenched pussy. He had been so smooth in his conquest.
Before she even realized what was happening, Dan had first
traced the lips of her opening through the scant piece of silk
between her legs -- then he moved his hand up and slipped it
down inside. Fireworks went off in her head when his
fingertip went straight for her erect little clitoris which he
teased and stroked until she cried out in pleasure. Then he
moved his big fingers lower and found her steamy, wet
opening.
Dan reached under and silently urged her to raise her
tight, round buttocks so he could remove her panties
completely. Cool air rushed over her inflamed sex as she
leaned back again and waited breathlessly for the thrill of his
touch. But it would not happen now. . .The chime sounded
again.
Somewhere deep in her clouded mind, Beth realized she
had been signaled to move to a new location in this surreal
version of musical chairs. The man beside her reluctantly
removed his hands from her naked skin and helped her rise
unsteadily to her feet. "We'll finish this later," he breathed in her
ear while he helped straighten her dress; then he gently
directed her toward the next couch.
On stage the newlywed couple continued their heated act of
passion. The dark-haired bride was straddling the virile groom.
She arched her back and churned her plump buttocks wildly,
plunging herself up and down with frantic need on his thick, shiny
pole sliding deep inside her with each thrust. The room was filled
with the sounds of their love cries and the soft methodic slapping
of flesh meeting flesh.
Beth shakily groped her way through the dim light until she
saw a dark figure looming. `J' sat watching her approach with
bright, narrow eyes like a big cat waiting for its prey. Even
slumped in the chair the tall professional athlete was an imposing
figure, and the startled housewife stopped short with a shudder.
His jacket and shirt were open and parted wide, revealing sleek,
lean-cut skin and muscle. But what stopped her was the sight of
the long, thick ebony column rising from his open pants and
laying hard against his flat stomach. She had never seen a black
man like this before. As she gazed at the huge phallus poised and
throbbing slightly in front of her, the strong arousal she had felt
moments earlier was quickly turning to apprehension.
Sensing her hesitancy, J reached his hand out to her. With a
calm, low voice he said, "Come, sit with me . . .don't be
frightened. Let me please you." Tentatively she allowed him to
take her delicate hand and guide her to sit next to him, but she
couldn't pull her eyes from the coiled steel monster between his
legs.
Directly across, on the other side of the platform, Bob was
also having his first interracial experience. J's wife, `V', took her
place next to Beth's husband. He smiled at her nervously and
noticed that she seemed breathless and slightly agitated.
Remembering that she was new to all this too, Bob wondered if
she and her husband might be having the same crazy mix of
emotions that he was feeling. Observing that her gauzy dress and
her ornately-styled hair were slightly disheveled, he inquired
discreetly, "Are you all right?"
She looked him in the eye for the first time and smiled
weakly, "Yes . . .I think so. But, Oh my! I certainly didn't expect
anything like this.
"Neither did we . . ." he agreed, relieved to know that they
shared some common ground. "It's all pretty bizarre, isn't it? But
at the same time, I don't know when I've ever been so turned on."
He almost wished he hadn't said that, but she smiled back at him
warmly and he couldn't help being drawn in by her exotic beauty.
Laughing softly, she whispered, "So am I . . ."
She was also starting to appreciate the pleasing nature and appealing
features of this man she was now seated with. His soft eyes and easy
smile, together with the strong jaw and handsome build helped
fuel the fire that had been kindled by the show on stage, then
fanned to smoldering intensity by the suave former football
player at her last seat. Recalling how his hands danced over
the tingling softness of her large breasts and jutting nipples, she
boldly leaned forward and kissed this new man softly . . .allowing
her tongue to instantly melt together with his.
Bob groaned in response and his hand instinctively reached out
to cup one of her soft globes swaying freely beneath the colorful
scarf-like material of her dress. Easily brushing the fabric aside,
his palm came into contact with the warm, moist skin of her
heavy breast and he felt a large, rubbery nipple slip between his
fingers.
"Mmmm . . .Baby, yes!" V broke the kiss and moaned. She
began to kiss and nibble his neck and ear while her hand looked
for and easily found his swollen meat still peeking out from his
open fly. A sharp jolt went down his spine when she scraped his
shaft gently with her long fingernails; then, wrapping her smooth
fingers around him completely, she pumped her fist up and down
languidly.
Meanwhile, V's husband, J, was using all of his willpower to
keep from moving too quickly with Beth. The tasty little white
woman was obviously nervous being with him, but he could also
tell that her fuse had been lit and she only needed some artful
persuasion to give herself over to his powerful male allure and to
her own need. He knew she was fascinated with his erect
cock towering right next to her; although she pretended to watch
intently what the couple was doing on stage, he could see her
looking at him from the corner of her eye. He finally leaned over
and whispered, "You've never seen one this big before, have
you?"
"Never . . ." came the almost choked reply. Realizing she
could no longer avoid him, she tentatively turned and gazed
directly at his massive tool. "I had no idea that a man could be
that large . . ." Her voice sounded almost like a little girl's to him.
She looked like a little girl next to his giant frame.
"It's OK," he told her softly. "Go ahead, touch it . . .I know you
want to. I want to feel you touch me too."
She did want to touch him . . .desperately. She had to know
what the smooth black skin felt like in her hand. She was drawn
to it like a magnet; so hard and thick with rigid veins everywhere
and the deep purple helmet looking fierce and menacing. Yes,
she had to touch it she thought. She cautiously reached out and
lightly ran her fingertips over the velvety smoothness of it, feeling
the ridges and the swollen tissue; it was so warm, almost hot to
the touch, and it jumped and twitched slightly in her hand.
"Damn . . ." he moaned. "You're touch feels like a feather
on my cock." She smiled shyly and grew bolder with his
encouragement. Grasping him more firmly, she tried to encircle
his entire girth, but her tiny fingers could not completely close
around him. As she started to rub and milk him slowly, he
decided it was time to get in the game too.
Hovering over her, he reached a long arm out and gently pulled
her closer. While she continued to play with her new toy, he
reached around and took hold of her small jacket, silently
encouraging her to let him remove it. Beth stopped stroking him
long enough to let the big man pull the garment past her shoulders
and then slip it over her arms and off.
With her jacket gone, J had a better view of that creamy
cleavage he had been admiring since he saw her. Although she
was a petite woman, he could tell she had amazing breasts. He
wasted no time in brushing his large hand up her side, lightly
feeling the ridges of her rib cage, until he found the plump
firmness of her tit flesh straining against the confines of
her dress and flimsy bra. Her sensitive nipples were erect and
poking through the fabric and he could easily feel the hard little
point scraping against the smooth skin of his palm as he cupped
and kneaded her.
Beth closed her eyes and let a little moan escape her throat.
Sharp, hot electric sensations shot through her chest and down
into her loins as he teased her breasts. While she continued to
stroke and pull at his throbbing meat with one hand, the other
reached for and found his huge dark testicles bouncing gently
below. She lightly massaged and squeezed him there, feeling the
heat of his molten seed churning deep inside.
J found the zipper at the back of her black evening dress and
felt it glide down easily with a slight tug. He caressed the
silky-soft skin of her exposed back and slid lower until he grazed
the strap of her bra; with practiced skill, he unhooked it with a
flick of his wrist and she felt the release of pressure against her
swollen mounds. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she helped
him lower the top of the dress until it dropped down almost
completely - snagging briefly on her hardened nipples. They
both looked down as he reached out and pulled on the fabric.
With tantalizing patience, he first uncovered her puffy pink
areolas . . .then the twin points of her turgid buttons aching for
attention.
Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she quickly pulled her
arms through the sleeves and allowed the dress to fall to her waist
while she reached up and pulled his head down to her breasts.
Not needing a further invitation, J slid off the love seat and
kneeled in front of the overheated young woman. As she lay back
and gasped, he took handfuls of her milky white flesh and rubbed
his rough thumbs over her burning nipples. Beth threw her head
back and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as she thrust
her chest toward him. She parted her thighs slightly to allow him
access to her body, and he leaned forward and took advantage,
lowering his mouth and flicking her inflamed little rosebuds
with his long tongue.
"Ohhhh...uhhhh! Yes . . .right there!" She panted. Her hand
dropped automatically to find and grasp his rigid tool again. In
direct response to the maddening sensations he was giving her
with his mouth, she frantically rubbed his straining cock. The
more he licked and sucked at her sweet breasts, the faster she
pumped her tiny fist, making him grunt and shudder.
But he had to taste more, so he moved lower and kissed his
way down to the top of her fallen dress. Tossing the bra aside, he
scooted back on his haunches, reluctantly causing her to loose her
grip on him. She whimpered slightly, but he reached down and
firmly tugged at the rumpled dress until it slid down her torso and
past her stomach . . .nearly to the secret juncture between her
legs, but her grinding hips stopped his progress. Continuing his
teasing game, he leaned down again and kissed the smooth,
heaving surface of her belly until he could feel little wisps of
hair tickling the tip of his nose. He was close enough that he
could smell the musky scent of her flowing nectar.
Almost delirious with desire, Beth's hips began to hump up and
off the couch. This was what J had been waiting for. The next
time she lifted up with a jerky spasm, he quickly hooked the dress
and slid it down and off her slim hips - then he leaned back and
pulled it the rest of the way down her writhing legs and off. Now
she was naked and splayed out before his hungry eyes. He
couldn't believe how enticing she was - her hard, firm body
looked almost virginal - with flawless caramel-colored skin
glowing with sexual heat. Gazing lower, there was her flowering
sex, obviously moist and framed by a slight tuft of neatly trimmed
dark hair.
No longer able to contain himself, he pressed her tender thighs
apart and lowered his greedy mouth to her steamy opening.
Beth's eyes flew open when she felt him taste her there. She
fought to momentarily regain her senses. "No. . . Please, don't
do that!" she begged. Beth always considered oral sex dirty
and perverse. Her husband tried to get her to do it when they first
explored each other sexually, but she convinced him that she
was not interested. After a time he simply gave up and she
was relieved.
But this was not her husband; it was a tall black man she did
not know, and he did not want to hear her reasoning or argument.
J knew he had this remarkable beauty on the verge of ecstasy,
and he was not going to turn back now. Parting her slick outer
lips with his fingers, he speared his tongue with skilled accuracy
at the center of her most sensitive spot and he began to flick
and lap at her relentlessly.
"Oh, God..Unnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Beth cried out
helplessly. Her small body bucked and jerked out of control
while the big man held her tight against his mouth with his strong
hands. Her legs flew out wide - kicking and flailing until they at
last got hooked up around his broad shoulders. Immediately she
felt the first shuddering waves of climax building; she knew she
was lost and gave up to it.
The groom was huffing and sweating as he took the bride from
behind. Her head was lowered and her long, dark tresses flipped
back and forth each time he pounded into her. But Bob couldn't
care less about what was happening on the stage. He was laying
on his back, nude, with the loveliest black woman he had ever
seen kneeling over him, sensuously dragging her slippery vaginal
lips over and back against his aching-hard penis. She smiled
down at him wickedly, fully aware that her sweet torture was
driving him mad with lust. Her pendulous breasts swayed and
brushed against his chest with each movement. "You want me,
don't you?" she teased.
Unable to stand it any longer, he grunted and thrust his hips up
and forward, hitting the mark on the first attempt. The
mushroom-shaped head of his manhood easily slid inside her
well-lubricated tunnel; the warm, moist walls instantly gripped
and squeezed against his sensitive glans. Above him, V moaned
out her pleasure and pushed back, seeking eagerly to complete
the joining. First rising up, then sinking back against him, she
could feel his thick rod gliding up and in. . . farther with each
downward shift until their pubic areas ground together.
This was V's first experience with another man since her
marriage too, and she was surprised at how quickly she'd been
carried away by the illicit urges she felt. Her husband was a great
lover, but now all she could think of was this strange man's cock
buried to the hilt in her twitching vagina. She needed friction and
release, so she leaned back and balanced her hands on his chest to
steady herself. She began to rock up and down on him, picking
up speed gradually and reveling in the delicious feelings
spreading like liquid fire through her feverish body.
Bob met her thrusts and pushed back. His cock felt like it was
coated in warm butter. He vaguely heard her gasp and pant above
him each time he stabbed up into her. Grasping her flexing thighs
for leverage, he slammed his hips up to meet each of her
quickening down-strokes. He raised his knees and planted his
feet, lifting both of their bodies high off the leather cushion each
time they crashed together. Soon he could feel the familiar
boiling sensation rising up from somewhere deep within,
signaling his impending eruption.
Wanting her to explode with him, he reached between them
and found her rigid clitoris. Wetting his fingers with her
juices, he started to rub against her in a way that matched their
furious rhythm. "Come with me!" he hissed. . .urging her to go
off. "I'm almost there . . ."
"Uhgh.....yes.....yes....I can feel it!!!!! she grimaced between
hard strokes. "Oh, baby . . .yeah.....I'm coming! You're making
me come!!!!!"
The white-hot seed rocketed through his shaft and sprayed out
in forceful spurts, but she could not feel the warmth of it
spreading inside her. V was too far lost in the throes of her own
climax to notice. Great shudders of pleasure racked her body and
she held her breath for fear that the next convulsion between her
legs might cause her to black out. Neither of them had ever
experienced anything before with such raw animal intensity.
Beth was recovering from her own mind-shattering orgasm
and climbing rapidly toward another when the chime sounded
again. 'J' was still lapping hungrily between her wide-spread legs,
hoping to beat the clock and plant his giant member in the willing
little housewife, but he knew he had run out of time now.
All modesty gone, Beth allowed him to help her up and stood
naked except for her high heeled shoes and her medallion.
Something in her woozy brain triggered and she remembered who
was waiting at her next stop, causing a tremble of anticipation.
She wordlessly thanked the gentle black man she had been with
by reaching down and softly running her hand along his
impressive length one last time. Then, taking her rumpled dress
and dragging it behind her, she moved off to the rendezvous she
had been secretly looking forward to.
'S' stood waiting for her. He too had shed his clothing and she
nearly swooned when she took in the sight of him. Everything
about the huge man was appealing to her -- his warm smile first,
then the incredible eyes that seemed to pierce right into her heart.
Built like a granite statue, his massive shoulders, arms, and chest
tapered down to a flat, hard stomach ripped with solid muscle.
And there was his cock, erect and perfectly shaped. Not
freakishly big, but large enough to satisfy any woman; it stood
up proud against the chiseled abdomen. Below, his powerful legs
looked like tree trunks supporting his solid frame.
Dropping her dress, Beth rushed to his waiting arms. Without
a word they melded together in a passionate kiss that made the
tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up and tingle. She could
feel his hardness pressing insistently against her belly -- throbbing
gently with his rapid pulse. Gasping for breath, she broke the kiss
and pulled his ear to her mouth. "Oh, I've been waiting for this,"
she whispered. "Please . . .I need you inside me. Now...please
hurry!"
Reaching between her legs, 'S' dipped a fingertip into her
swollen lips. His digit was instantly coated with her warm, sweet
honey. "Yes, you are ready for me," he smiled. "Well, I've
learned to never keep a lady waiting . . ."
He gently turned her around and wrapped his massive arms
about her, pressing himself against her back. Sliding his hands
down, he found and caressed her quivering breasts as he slowly
guided her to the love seat. Beth allowed him to position her so
that she was kneeling on the leather cushion with her arms
clinging over the back, facing away from him. His strong hands
urged her legs apart and he moved up behind her. At first she
could feel his body heat against her skin, then she felt the blunt
rounded shaft of his organ moving and rubbing between the soft
cheeks of her buttocks. He moved back and forth like that for a
few moments, sending chills through her already frazzled nerves.
"Please . . .don't tease me," she whimpered.
inally he grasped his cock and aimed down until he found her
soggy opening. He brushed the thick head around briefly to cover
it with her slick juices, then he pushed forward slightly and felt
the tip catch and move through the snug ring at her entrance. He
was amazed at how tight she was, even after all this prolonged
stimulation. Hearing a dreamy sigh of approval, he grasped her
hips and pressed forward again, this time sliding almost half way
inside.
Oh....yessssss. . ." she hissed. "It feels so good, put it in!"
he big former football player granted her wish. First he
pulled out until just the head of his rod was poised at the opening,
then he jerked his mighty hips forward in one smooth stroke,
impaling her completely. Beth's eyes rolled back in her head and
she cried out with unbridled rapture; her hands gripped the back
of the chair tightly as she felt him immediately begin to move in
and out with slow, smooth thrusts.
It was better than she could have imagined. Every muscle and
tissue in her small body strained to accept and meet his powerful,
but controlled movements. She could feel his heavy balls softly
smacking against her backside each time he pushed against her,
and soon they were rocking together. . .gradually building the
tempo. She discovered that, if she leaned back and arched her
pelvis at just the right angle, his swollen shaft would rake against
her hypersensitive clitoris occasionally, causing sharp tremors of
pure pleasure.
From his position a few feet away, Bob West watched his
lovely wife being fucked by another man for the first time. Her
head was thrown back and her arms and hands clutched
desperately at the furniture she was braced against. The large man
behind her pounded in and out relentlessly, causing little shock
waves to ripple through her small body with each impact. Bob
was peering around the bare bottom of Dan's wife, Mandy.
The pretty blonde held herself high up against his face,
encouraging him to lick and nibble at her glistening labia while
she gamely worked at reviving his spent male equipment with her
mouth.
The strange rotation was now complete; all of the couples had
sampled each other's spouses. Up on the platform, Mr.
Kensington, the imposing butler, reappeared completely nude and
joined the newlyweds' erotic performance. The bald man was
built like a bull; his hard buttocks flexed and relaxed as the bride
sucked him hungrily, her blushing cheeks puffed and hollowed
around his girth. Behind her, the handsome young groom looked
like he was about to explode. Every muscle strained and the
cords in his neck stood out sharply as he jackhammered against
the girl.
Beth was nearly overcome with the sweet sensations pouring
through her every fiber. S reached out to hold and massage her
bouncing breasts while he continued to slam into her, filling and
emptying her completely with each rapid stroke. Suddenly she
was aware of another person standing close in front of her.
Trying to focus her blurred vision, she realized it was Dan
gazing down at them with lust in his eyes and silently offering his
angry-looking cock to her. She knew instantly what he wanted,
but again her conservative upbringing made her balk at the
thought and she closed her eyes tight and turned her head away.
Dan was not to be denied, however. He'd waited too long for
this. Gently he placed his hand on her silky hair and turned her
pretty face back to him. Beth was gasping and panting for breath
and there was no way on earth she could keep her mouth closed.
Soon she felt the rubbery tip of his hot tool brushing against her
parched lips . . .pushing in past her teeth and gliding across her
tongue. The taste was not unpleasant, she realized; slightly salty
and almost familiar. Surrendering to the fact that she could
not refuse him in this position, she allowed her tongue to swirl
tentatively around the spongy hardness. Dan heaved a great sigh
and pushed his hips forward slightly, basking in the moist
warmth. He smiled with satisfaction when he felt her small,
shaking hand reach up to grasp and accept him while her head
began to bob slowly, sucking him in deeper with each small
thrust.
Beth found herself wedged between two strong males - both
trying to fill her openings with their swelling erections. Her
diminutive body was being assaulted and buffeted by the eager,
forceful pumping and prodding, but she felt heavenly. Never
before had she felt so sexually alive and in tune with her womanly
desires. Every part of her burned with intense excitement and
raw passion. She could feel the familiar stirring of another
shattering orgasm rolling and crashing through the dam in the
deepest part of her soul. Wanting to cry out in pleasure, she
could not because her mouth and throat were engrossed in
greedily slurping and sucking Dan's engorged cock as it pistoned
in and out through her tender lips.
Between her legs, Beth sensed that S was nearing his end.
Sweating and growling above her, he pushed himself with his
great strength against her, deeper and harder . . .faster and faster,
until she could feel him touch her very core. Suddenly he
slammed his hips forward and roared. A bright light flashed in
her head and her insides seemed to burst . . .followed by soothing
warmth that washed throughout her ravaged body.
Choking and gasping, fighting to breathe, Beth pulled her
mouth off Dan who was watching the dramatic crescendo
between the conjoined lovers; the vibrations of their release
passed through her mouth - stimulating and triggering the
eruption he'd been fighting to keep in check until now. The spent,
weary housewife instinctively used her hand to continue pumping
his shaft, slippery with her saliva. Her efforts were soon
rewarded as Dan groaned loudly and sprayed out his hot, milky
fluid - blasting it across her slender neck, shoulder, and arm.
Beth's husband vaguely watched the orgiastic frenzy unfolding
around him. The room was filled with the sound and scent of sex.
Everywhere he gazed, naked bodies were tangled together
writhing and humping. He'd seen his puritanical little wife take
on two men with astonishing abandon until she lay crumpled
beneath them, bathed in sensual bliss. At this moment a stunning
blonde woman, who happened to be his friend's wife, was leaning
over Bob's torso sucking his cock furiously while a demented
bald butler named Kensington plowed into her from behind.
On the bed in the center of the stage, the tall black man had the
young bride's legs wrapped over his shoulders; he pounded into
her with his amazingly long penis as his own wife rocked back on
forth on the young girl's face.
Time seemed to stand still and Bob closed his eyes . . .trying to
remember how the hell he got here.
EPILOGUE . . .
Several days later, Beth West found a glossy black package in
her mailbox. Opening it, she discovered a videotape inside
simply labeled `The Party' and a small hand-written note attached.
A smile played across her lovely red lips as she read:
`Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. W. . .
Here is a souvenir of our time together for you to watch
and enjoy. Looking forward to the pleasure your company
at our next gathering.
Best regards, Your Host'
Beth felt a sudden little shudder pass through her as she skipped
up the driveway . . .heading for the VCR.
*****THE END*****
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