Message-ID: <47628asstr$1083024602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <future_rumi@sbcglobal.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040426173106.47661.qmail@web80706.mail.yahoo.com> From: Rumi Sylvestris <future_rumi@sbcglobal.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 10:31:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} After the plague: Sheela's Party (sci-fi MMFF bi, group, safe, cons, rom) Lines: 706 Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 20:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47628> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate About 30 years in the future... <1st attachment, "suitparty.txt" begin> After the plague: Sheela's Party (sci-fi MMFF bi, group, safe, cons, rom) "Sheela's hosting one of her parties," she said, interrupting the afterglow. "I'd like to take you." If I was a child of the plague, she was a grandchild. While my sexual coming of age was shaped by fears of the three H's: HIV, HPV and Herpes; her coming of age was marked by a sexual revolution that made the plagues irrelevant. While my generation considered safe sex such as mutual masturbation and frottage as just foreplay for wet sex; her generation made safe sex the main event. Sheela's adult parties were safe sex orgies. "I don't know if I'm ready for that yet," I said. "You said that the first several times we got together," Susan replied. She curled up around me, and ran a finger over my chest. "Perhaps you should just try it?" "You know me, I'm cautious. I did the try everything bit back in college and a few times it was good, a few other times it was a big ugly mess." "But the idea does turn you on, and you've talked about how much you wanted to have sex with a man again." That was true. I rolled over and looked her in the eyes. "What's on your mind?" She sighed and met my gaze. "To start with, I don't think it is fair that I have multiple friends that I safe with but you don't. Second, her parties are a part of my life that I want to share with you as we get closer emotionally. Third, I think you are afraid." I said. "I think fairness should be based on what I want and what I have available. I don't have many friends, much less friends that are poly like you." At that, she started laughing breaking away from me and holding her belly as she laughed with tears rolling down her eyes. "What, WHAT!" I asked, starting to get angry. "I'm sorry Jim," Susan said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Sheela's been dropping invitation after invitation on you for two years now because she's interested in doing something with you. Bill has also expressed interest but thought you were unapproachable." "Oh," I said. "But the big problem is that you are afraid. Look, I'm not going to promise you that you won't get hurt. But Sheela and her housemates are pretty choosy about who comes to these parties, and what goes on. If you want it to just be you and me in a corner, we can do that. But I'm going and I want you with me this time." "I need to think about this." "I'll wait for you to make a decision," she said and snuggled up next to me. "Thanks for not freaking out over me asking you." Before I could say anything she was asleep. I laid awake for a long time, thinking about the past. The next morning, Susan woke me up with a shake, "Get up sleepyhead." She had already showered and smelled wonderful. I watched through sleep-filmed eyes as she stood up and put the bodysuit collar around her neck. She flicked the control stud and the nanofabric flowed out over her shoulders over her chest and slightly rounded belly, before falling into a translucent ankle-length cape. Then with a visible shimmer, it contracted, parting and rejoining to form sleeves and legs. Soon, she was covered with an almost-opaque second skin, more flexible and durable than spandex and nylon, more breathable than cotton, as protective as polypropylene and latex, and almost as sensitive as her naked skin. It took me a while to get used to how people look wearing just the bodysuit. From the neck down, she looked like a statue carved in jade (for some reason, surgical teams switched from white to green when I was younger). Her nipples lost a small amount of detail and her uniform suit was designed to provide an extra bit of support. Her navel showed up as a slight indentation and then below that, her pubic hair showed up in pressed relief. She bent over to get her nurse's tunic out of the overnight bag, then noticed me watching her. "If you keep watching me you WILL be late Professor." "About that party," I said. "Yes Jim?" "If it gets weird, I can just find a corner with you, right?" Susan bent over to kiss me. "I'll do my best, but think about it for a few days. But now, we both have to go to work!" Two weeks later, Susan knocked on my apartment door. We had agreed to have dinner at my place, and talk things out before heading over to Sheela's. She was wearing her uniform. "Damn, I thought I would never get out of there," she said. "I'm glad I had my bag in the car." She jumped me, tilting her head up to nibble on my neck. "Otherwise we wouldn't have time to do this. Come on, I missed you and I want some time alone." Usually she carefully folds things away for the next day as she undresses. This time however, our clothes fell strewn on the floor. Starting with quick pecks on the forehead, and ear, I kissed my way down to her neck and switched off her bodysuit with my tongue. She shivered and sighed as the fabric became liquid and flowed up her body. "Old dog, new trick?" "Hush," I said, "Don't call me old at 50 and I won't call you young at 30." "Deal" she said as she turned off my suit and pulled me into the shower. We scrubbed each other off, then she spun around and leaned her back against my chest, placing my hand between her legs. She sighed, "young dog, new trick" as I felt her natural wetness for the first time. With two fingers I caressed her labia, teasing her until she said "please, we don't have much time." I was a slight bit worried about stroking her clitoris too hard without the suit but I let her sighs guide me, increasing in intensity until she groaned, leaning back into me for support as the thighs shook and he head fell forward. The water washed away the slick moisture from my hand. She stood still, with occasional shocks of pleasure rippling through her body. "Honesty Jim?" she asked. "Honesty Susan", I said. "Are you OK with tonight? You've always known that I have sex with other people, are you..." "I need to know something first," I said. She turned around and cupped my face in her hands. "What do you need to know." "Well, so far we've just been friends. We get together when the schedules match and do something. More frequently than not that includes sex. I want a bit more emotional commitment." "Monogamy?" she asked. "No, but I want to know that you'll be sticking around for a while. I think I love you and I want to know if you are interested in making us work. I want to know that you won't go home with someone else and leave me alone to figure out what this means to us." "Honesty Jim, I think I'm falling in love with you too." My jaw dropped and she kissed me on the lips. A full kiss. A wet kiss. "I'll be sticking around unless you tell me to get lost. And I can't go home with anyone else, it's a sleep over. Didn't Sheela tell you?" After a quick dinner, (that fortunately was not burned due to the long shower) we got dressed. Susan put on a shimmering translucent bodysuit that refracted the light like oil on water. The refraction patterns becoming a topographic map of her curves. Under the shimmer, the darker skin of her nipples, and the pressed thatch of her pubic mound was faintly visible. She topped this off with a gossamer black shawl. Sheela warned me at work that it was customary for guests to dress up, so I surprised Susan by putting on a mottled green and black suit. Sheela's place was a former studio that was shared with her husband Bill and two other families in a communal arrangement to provide plenty of shared space. We got there a bit early, to see Sheela dumping putting bottles of water into a cooler. "Damn," she said, "Sorry but I'm running a bit late. I'm not even dressed." She looked over her shoulder at me and stood up suddenly. "Well Howdy Dr. Gilbert, nice to see that you finally accepted one of my invitations. I was startin' to think that our relationship was professional or something." Sheela grew up in Texas and liked to milk the twang to confuse people who assumed she came from India. "Thank you Dr. Kajal," I replied nervously. "Have you had a chance to look at Robert's proposal yet..?" she said, trying to put me at ease. "Yeah, I think there is something there but it could use a bit more work..." "You two" Susan interrupted, "what happened to your rule about shop talk?" "Yes, yes," Sheela said. "There is actually someone I'd like you to meet Jim, and I can use a bit of help. Jim and Susan, meet Thomas and Rose. You guys get to know each other and then Thomas, take Jim around and show him where to put those." She pointed to two boxes on the counter. "Rose, you and Susan finish setting up the food table. If you don't mind make it quick." With that, she walked away towards her living space. Thomas and Rose already seemed to know Susan, and gave her a quick hug in greeting. Thomas was quite a bit taller than me and about Susan's age, (was I going to be the oldest person here?) He had already removed whatever outer-garments he had on and I was slightly uncomfortable seeing his shrink-wrapped genitalia hanging in full sight. "Well," he said breaking the ice, "this is good, I can show you where things are and finish setting up. Let me show you where you can put your outer-garments." He picked up one box and handed it to me, then grabbed the other box, and headed for the utility room. After hanging our outer-garments on the clothes rack, Susan said, "Hey could you give us a minute? She turned to me and said, "are you ok?" "I can take care of myself for now." "Honesty, Jim, are you sure." She said, looking me in the eyes. I glanced over at Thomas and grinned, "Honesty Susan, I'm ok. If it gets too much, I just find a way to make myself useful." "I have some catching up to do with Rose, I'll come look for you later." Susan and Rose ran off hand in hand. Thomas and I picked up the boxes and headed for the first room, the office had a couch and a comfy chair. "So, what does Sheela want for us to distribute?" Thomas smiled and pulled out a vibrator. "Ohh, so what do you do?" I asked. "I'm sort of the bouncer for this party," Thomas said. I try to make certain problems don't develop. And help out new people," he added, giving me a look that suggested "helping out" meant more than pointing out the bathrooms. I felt my penis stiffen a bit, the bodysuit adjusting to the change in position and size. I had been watching him (and doubtless, he had been watching me.) He was old enough to be interesting. I think that if he looked like one of my students I would have freaked. The shape of his body suggested that he got plenty of exercise. Pedestrian or biker. Without a kilt I felt naked, no way to hide my arousal. But Thomas never looked below my neck. "I meant, what do you do when you are not at these parties." "I'm a multi-sensory counselor, but between jobs. Sheela asked me to help you get adjusted, in case you are wondering." "Ahh, I was wondering if my girlfriend and my co-worker were trying to set me up," I tried to joke as I reached for a socket. "No, it's sort of become a tradition, something that seems to work. I think there are three new people here tonight. We try to get them into the swing of things, check to make certain they are really into this, that sort of thing. There are a couple of other 'bouncers' floating around." After that, we mostly we made small talk as he showed me the rooms, and found a place to plug in all of the vibrators. We ran into Sheela coming out of her bedroom. "You two seem to be getting along," she said. "Yes," Thomas and I replied at once. "If you get a chance, look me up later." Sheela parted with a wink. "That bedroom is all yours for now." We plugged the last vibrator on the nightstand. When I turned around, Thomas was half-hard, and I looked for a moment at him. It visibly twitched under my gaze as it filled. "So what do we do now?" I asked. "You seem a bit nervous about this," Thomas said. "Do you want to talk?" I shrugged, "probably not fair to you to have you on the clock for a session. Besides, reliving the old insecurities dating back 30 years probably wouldn't help." Silently, he reached out his hand to me, when I gave him my hand he pulled me close. I had forgotten just how good men smell. I might love the way women look, but I love the way men smell. The suit killed the bacteria that added the sour smell to sweat, but let through the subtle musk that tickled somewhere in the back of my brain and down to the base of my cock. How long had it been? New Year's eve, 2005, a gay bar back in Chicago. One of the few one-nighters I didn't try to forget. After getting out of the frantic music, we danced at his place. My face pressed against his naked chest. Danced me right into bed. Damn, it had been too long. Thomas reached around me kneading my back with his hands, holding me close to his smell. Nice strong fingers. I did the same to him. When the time was right, I bent my head up to nibble an ear, the spot behind the ear, the fabric of the bodysuit shifting slightly under my touch. His penis and my penis slid against each other. Later, face down on the bed, his wonderfully strong hands kneading my back, my ass, my shoulders, working out each ounce of tension. Thighs, calves, feet, toes. Each touch making me moan into the freshly clean quilt. Sliding his fingers into my hair, to the scalp. With a touch and a soft suggestion encouraging me to roll over. He rubbed face, eyes, cheeks, beard, lips, letting me suck two of his fingers deep into my mouth. Chest, nipples, teasing them while rebuffing my efforts to do the same for him. "Just enjoy," he repeated. Then stomach and lower stroking the smooth silk over my erection while tugging on my balls. A warm mouth enclosing the head. Slowly softly, the silk of my suit frictionless, the tongue rolling circles around the head, a fist stroking the base. Finally, I pushed him up and over. "I've been waiting 25 years to do this," I said. I ran my mouth over his erection. Then dove down onto it. I can't deep throat but a mouth and a hand works just as well. The suit tasted much better than my memory of mint-flavored latex long ago. The tissue-thin covering revealing every ridge and vein under my touch. He shifted around to a 69. His mouth on me, my mouth on him. Slow, nice slow and easy. Neither of us in a hurry to get to a climax. A part of sex that improved in the last 30 years was how long we made it. When my mouth got tired, I just stroked him with my hand. We stayed like that for a long time. Enough tension to keep things going, but not quite ready to go over. "Shhh," <giggle> I heard from the doorway. I just ignored them, thinking they were other guests looking for a spare room. Then a body on the bed behind me, and Susan's voice saying. "Mind if we cut in?" In a moment, I was on my back with two different hands on my cock, two different mouths working a nipple. I tried to pet or stroke one of my partners Susan or Thomas, but the bodies and arms just got in the way. As I got close Susan slid up and whispered in my ear, "Just relax and come for us. That's it, just relax and let it happen. With a cry, I arched my orgasm spread from the base to the tip of my penis. From my groin to my thighs and up through my spine to the top of my head. I fell back on the bed, limp and giggling. "Wow, that was good." Susan said. "He gets like this when it's really good." She ran her fingers over my nipple taking advantage of my sensitivity. Dimly I was aware of Rose in the doorway gently stroking herself. "I better get back to the party," Thomas said giving me a peck on the cheek. "You need something for yourself?" Rose asked from the door. "I'm fine for now," he whispered something in her ear and the both left. Susan nibbled on my ear as she petted my chest, letting me cool down. "So, I see that it was good," she whispered in my ear. She threw a leg over my thigh and rubbed against me and purred, her rhythm sexy but not urgent. I could feel the extra warmth of her arousal against my leg. It was what she did when she wanted to be warm but not hot, she said. My suit wicked away the semen, gently cooling my penis as it shrank. By the time my giggles had subsided, all but a small residue had been whisked away. I rolled over to kiss Susan, and she surprised me again by opening her mouth to mine. Her tongue darting in to kiss my mouth, then she nervously glanced towards the doorway to see if anyone else was watching. "We should probably keep that private." My hand slid up from her knee, up her thigh to cup her mound. She was hot and damp, I rubbed her for a few moments while she purred louder, then pressed her thighs together, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry, but I really need to pee," she said. "And we don't want to be accused of hogging a good bed." I was feeling hungry and thirsty myself. We went out hand in hand past a couple entangled on the futon in the office. In the large shared living space I saw a circle of bodies facing inwards, swaying in time to the music. From inside the circle, I heard alto moans undulating. Thomas was standing to one side watching the proceedings. Briefly he gave me a wink then turned his attention to the circle of gropers as the voice climbed in pitch and volume, staying at the peak for what seemed to be an impossibly long time before falling to a low guttural, "yes, yes, yes." Susan interrupted my gaze, "hello, Mr. Voyeur, I'll meet you in the kitchen." As she turned to go, the entire room broke into applause as the circle parted to reveal an older woman sliding off the massage table. A pair of the gropers helped her walk on unsteady feet to a nearby couch where she sat down, fanning herself. The circle had already closed around a murmuring male voice. I stepped into the kitchen to see a human head sticking out a large fruit salad. I stopped in shock trying to piece thing together until the eyes looked up to meet mine and a familiar voice said, "Hello Dr. Gilbert!" "Ben?" I asked. Sheela looked up at me. "I told Bill that cherry sauce was a bad idea, come on Jim, I'm famished." Ben was covered from neck to toe with a variety of sliced fresh fruits and sauces. Someone, no doubt Bill, had drizzled a red sauce down Ben's neck. Ben tried to keep a straight face as he recited, "In keeping with the spirit of the party, please share your food with a partner Dr. Gilbert." "I'll tell you what Dr. Jacobson, you can call be Bill now that you are no longer my student and gainfully employed." Sheela waved an apple slice in front of my face, "Come on, Jim, here is the airplane, bzzzzzz." Obediently I took the apple into my mouth. "Don't worry, it's all vegan unless having a former student as a serving plate bothers you." Catching the drift of things, I grabbed a banana slice and put it to her lips. Her lips briefly touched the tips of my fingers as she took it in her mouth. "I hope there are not any current students here?" She plucked a slice of peach as she spoke. "Are you kidding, you know that consent is impossible with that kind of a power relationship. Ben is alumnus now and visiting from out of state." "Um, hum", Ben said and smiled. "In keeping with the spirit of the party, please share your food with a partner," he said addressing two new people. I tried a sprig of grapes, holding the stem as she plucked each one with her lips. Her usual long black braid looked unusually mussed and her exposed skin shone with sweat. Her bodysuit was a dusky red-orange that complemented her chocolate skin. Her rounded body breathed deep as she deliberately took her time eating, one hand reached out for another slice. "You're giving me a look," Sheela said. "I kind of like it." "Susan said that..." "...that I was interested in you?" She plucked the last grape and grabbed my hand. "I can use a drink, come over here." She poured two cups of water and handed me one. Then she took my hand. "On one level, I don't invite people to my parties unless I think they are ok and cool. If I'm not willing to do safe with the people I invite, how can I trust them with my guests? Bill, Janet, Carol, Chang and I have an understanding that we vouch for who we invite. But..." "On the other level..." "On another level, you are a good friend. When Nell died, you got further and further inside yourself. I couldn't replace the love of your life, but I could give you what love I could, and to be honest, a chance to wind down a bit. I never expected you and Susan, but she's good for you. And to be honest, you are much easier to work with when you are in a relationship." She paused looking into her cup. I took the initiative and stepped in close, taking her cup and setting it on the counter, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. My leg between hers, I closed my eyes and rubbed noses with her. She let out a sigh of pleasure. "So what do we do now?" I asked. My other hand found the patch of skin just below the base of her braid and skritched gently. Her next sigh was one of mixed pleasure and annoyance. "I need to mind the party, and I want to give you my complete attention. You know where my bedroom is, will you crash there when you are worn out? I want to sleep with you tonight." I nodded my head and we both reluctantly broke the embrace. Hand in hand, we walked over to Ben. Susan was on the other side, talking to a man and one of her co-workers, Kate. Susan looked at me as I approached, "well, that went well." "Dr. Kajal, I mean Sheela?" Ben interrupted, "Rose said that you're needed at the hot tub." "Damn, see what I mean? We just had that thing fixed. Enjoy yourselves." Susan re-introduced me to Kate, and then to Robert. Robert gave me the "whatever, but keep your hands away from me" look. But Kate promptly scooped up a bit of cherry sauce and held it to my lips. Tentatively I licked it off her fingers. "Susan talks a lot about you." Her bodysuit was a strange pattern I had never seen before. It ranged from a pale pink on her arms and lower legs, a darker blush over her belly and chest, white over her pubic mound to a deeper between her legs. The colors deepened and faded with each breath. Kate caught me staring. "It's a blush suit," she said. "The color deepens with oxygen and arousal." By way of demonstration, Susan reached across the space to circle Kate's nipple with a finger. Kate blushed, the pale skin on her neck deepening and the color on her chest deepening. "Nice," Robert said. He reached out to stroke Kate's shoulder, and Kate pulled one of my hands to her upper chest. Susan took the opportunity to nuzzle Roger, clad in shiny black. "Hey guys," Ben said, interrupting us. "Perhaps you should find a bed?" Roger led the way grabbing Susan's hand, Susan grabbed one of my hands and Kate grabbed the other. We made our way, as a chain into the great room. My eyes were drawn to the circle of people at the center of the room. I stumbled over a step and Susan saw where I was looking. She gave me a grin and whispered "later." We stumbled into a guest room and Susan dropped my hand to nuzzle Roger. Not giving me any time to think about things, Kate swung me around to face her. She wrapped one leg up and around my hip. Rolling her mound against my thigh, we rocked, back and forth. Her soft sighs matching those of Roger and Susan behind us. She bent her head down just a bit to tongue a nipple, and my moans joined theirs. Kate's rocking became more insistent, and I pulled her towards the bed. Susan was on her knees in front of Roger, one hand holding his shaft and another between her legs. Kate and I fell down on the bed facing each other. Her eyes were wide, and her suit darkening to deep red over her chest. My fingers stroked her. At the right motion, the right touch, the right pressure she'd repeat "yes, yes, yes." Her pale skin turning to red, the suit darkening towards purple. She reached for me but I shook my head. I glanced up towards the antique brass headboard and she reached up to grip it. The tendons in her hands tightening and relaxing with each wave of pleasure. Her up-stretched arms giving me a full view of her chest as she panted. I watched her first orgasm. The muscles of her neck standing out, her pale skin turning darker and darker red. The color of her suit deepening towards purple. A groan echoing out of her open mouth. Thighs twitching and the pulses of her vagina palpable under my hand. Dimly I was aware of someone else on the bed. Susan pressed herself against my back and then Roger behind her. "That's it," she said, "right there." He thrust against her, his cock between her thighs and they both rocked against me. Roger reached a hand around between us to stroke Susan. One of her hands found my chest, the other joined Kate's on the headboard. "This is what I like," Susan said. "Sandwiched." She giggled panting into my neck. Kate sat up for a second, grabbed something off the nightstand then rolled over. Pressing against me we became a stack of spoons. Kate pressed an object in my hand and gave it a twist, starting it vibrating. "Here," she said, "You'll get a cramp you you keep that up." We rocked together, finding a rhythm. Kate climaxed again, her shudders echoing through all four of us, then started to rise again. Susan caused a larger earthquake by virtue of being in the center, biting down on my shoulder. Hers set Roger off, and he moaned into her back. Shortly after, Kate again. Finally she grabbed my hand and the vibrator fell to the bed, unheeded. We lay still, a hot sweaty mass. Roger broke the moment first. Giving Susan an audible kiss, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. We stayed a stack of three after he was gone, not wanting to break, and then we fell apart all at once. We exchanged a look, none of us wanting to speak first. "He doesn't..." Kate said. "No, he doesn't not with us." Susan replied, a twinge of disappointment on her face. "Doesn't?" I asked, though I suspected. "Get it," Susan said, "Get the motions but not the e-motions." She leaned over and put her head in my lap. "You do." "Yep, he does." Kate agreed. I stroked Susan's hair absentmindedly, enjoying the closeness I felt with the two of them. Kate leaned over and gave me a kiss. "You want anything?" I shook my head, "I'm fine for now. It would just feel weird." Kate looked at Susan, "He DOES get it." Susan said, "Told you." She rolled onto her back. "I'm not quite done for the evening though." Smiling I slid a hand down to one of her breasts, and she closed her eyes and sighed. Then she looked me in the eyes. "Honesty Jim?" I nodded. "I want to get on the table out there. If you will be there with me." I thought about it, "I can leave if it gets weird, right?" "Of course Jim," she said reaching up to caress my face. "Ok," I said. "I'll help," Kate said. We got up and headed back towards the great room. The sturdy padded table was currently unoccupied. Susan hopped up on the edge and slid back, reaching out to us, "ok, lets get things started, Jim, would you hold my hand?" Kate and I started rubbing Susan up and down, she sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing back into the padding. Sheela grabbed a cute male couple in matching suits by the hand and brought them to the table. Four hands suddenly became 10. More people drifted in, an older woman grabbed one of Susan's feet and began massaging it. A young man took her cue and worked on the other one. At a critical mass when the table was surrounded, shoulder to shoulder, we synchronized, our bodies rocking back and forth to the music, our hands working in a matched rhythm. Susan's flush deepened. She guided one of the hands on her thigh between her legs. Two sets of fingers found her nipples, a man and a woman at her head caressed her face, cheeks, ears and hair. At each slow pulse her grip on my hand tightened then released. Sheela started a low humming chant that quickly spread around the circle. Susan's sighs became groans, then a louder guttural song, our breath synchronized with hers. Always at the same pace, our stroking became more insistent. Her head rocked from side to side as we reached a shared keen. Her body arched, voice cracking as she shook and shook. Her hand nearly broke mine as I watched her eyes open, seeing nothing. Our voices followed her back down as she fell to the table. She closed her legs breaking contact with the hand between her legs and rolled towards me, her body shaking. We held our hands still on her while she shook. She pulled my hand closer and held it to her chest to feel her pounding heart, each breath escaping with a shuddering sigh. When she sat up, the entire group broke into applause. Susan looked me in the eyes and gestured towards the table. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought. I climbed up onto the table and laid down in Susan's place. Her hand found mine and she held it tenderly. "Gee, Jim, just dive right in why don't you?" I heard Sheela say. "Just close your eyes and enjoy. Ok folks, everybody rub your hands together like this." I heard the soft rasp of skin against skin. The pause gave me time to relax into cover. "Ok now shake them out, shake them out, shake them out." I heard giggles and felt the breeze of air moved around by the relaxed shaking hands. Then Sheela and Thomas started humming, low and soft. Just two hands, then four and a fifth, softly, slowly. Hands smoothing my brow, massaging my face and more working on my shoulders. "That's it" Sheela murmured, "just relax now." I melted into the table under their touch someone took my other hand and started massaging it. Two sets of hands working my feet. The soft hum a wordless lullaby, pulling me into a trance. Just as I was about to drift off, a hand finally cupped my flaccid cock, the hum, rocking and touches changed a bit as they brought me back up again. A second hand found the spot behind my balls and pressed in. Fingers, pinched, flicked and drummed my nipples. Two hands alternated stroking my erection. To my closed eyes, I imagined beach waves moving over me, hands, fingers, voices, bodies, synchronized together. Never faster but always firmer and more insistent. Energy flowing from voices, to fingers, into my skin and pooling at the base of my spine. Building, building, building, but not releasing. Painful, reaching the frustration point where sensuality was replaced by unsatisfied need. Why not now, why not here, why? My frustration started to spill out to the group, breaking the flow. "Shhh," I heard from Susan. The voices dropped to a soft murmur. The hands paused to small movements against my skin. I lost my hand contact with Susan then felt the table shift. I looked up and saw her straddle me. As she slid up my body, the hands parted, and flowed down her body to me. I reached up to caress her ass and pull her towards my head. Her labia were outlined visible under the translucent fabric, the dark red masking the iridescence of her suit. I was too hungry, too greedy, to needy to be subtle. I pulled her to my mouth and kissed her clitoris franticly. My lips and tongue stroking, pulling and nibbling as fast as I could manage. My need for her to cum indistinguishable from my own. Where before we were slowly marching now it became a gallop. The hands insistent, the syncopation driving from my tongue and lips, to Susan's rapid pants, to fingers pulling my nipples, a hand furiously stroking my cock. Susan's fingers twisted painfully in my hair. I glanced up to see arms around her, a face stretched up to press against her breast. Her moans were echoed around the table. In a matter of seconds, I was back at the peak of frustration, licking harder, harder. Our growing tension fed each other. Susan tumbled into her orgasm and forward into the arms of Thomas. As she shouted over his shoulder, I shouted past moving lips and tongue into her. I held her against my mouth with clenched fingers as my body arched. The need pulsed out of me and I saw colors flash in the back of my eyes. I fell back on the table aware of the sheen of sweat all over my body. Around us, a few other voices announced their climax with low hisses, and moans. Susan's fingers relaxed in my hair as I kissed her labia softly. I dimly remember Sheela leading us to her bedroom. She left to help the other guests get settled in for the night. Before I fell into bed, Susan pulled me into a hug and gave me a wet kiss. She reached around to click off the control stud on my bodysuit, then clicked off her own. "Let's sleep like this tonight," she said. "I want to feel your skin against mine." She stopped me from objecting with a finger on my lips, then a kiss. As she kissed me, she reached down to tug on my flaccid cock. She collected a single drop of semen on a fingertip and brought it to her lips. "Funny," she said. "I've been sexually active for almost 15 years now. I've been married, and I've never trusted someone enough to do this." Before I could speak, she slipped her finger in her mouth, and winced at the flavor. "It's an acquired taste," I apologized. She silenced me again with a kiss then reached between her own legs. She tasted musky, salty, wonderful. We held each other as we fell asleep. I was dimly aware of Sheela sliding in behind me later. Taking comfort in the nearness of each other, we slept through to morning. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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