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Subject: {ASSM} After the plague: Sheela's Party (sci-fi MMFF bi, group, safe, cons, rom)
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Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 20:10:02 -0400
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About 30 years in the future...

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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.
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