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Part 4 of 5.

   A female co-worker asks a shy guy to help keep her from being ragged on
at a family function -- but it turns out that there's a little more to
it...





  
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Partying Big
Part: 4 of 5
Universe: Partying Big
Summary: A female co-worker asks a shy guy to help keep her from being ragged
on at a family function -- but it turns out that there's a little more to
it...

Keywords: MF MFF FF oral ws

Chapter 4

	I was exhausted in thirty minutes -- and had felt more tits and more
asses than you could shake a stick at!  Somebody decided that if I caught a
girl I got to give her a good going over -- and suddenly (surprise!) everybody
was a noisy swimmer!  It's a wonder the water didn't boil with all of those
hot pussies warming it!  Even Betty and Kate played, got felt up, and giggled
like teenagers...

	At the end of it, I got sent down to the rec room with Cassandra and
Annette -- who were under a ban, no sucking or fucking, while the others
figured out who got to use the limited resource between my legs.  I made sure
to stop at the head of the stairs and remind Mimi, "Promises have been made!"
which mollified Cassandra.

	A few minutes later, Kate came downstairs.  "I've removed myself from
competition," she explained.  "Besides, I want to see this wonder schlong I've
been hearing about!"  I rolled my eyes, and she cajoled, "Come on -- you got
to feel me up in the pool, but all I got was glimpses..."  Turning to Annette
and Cassandra, she told them, "You two can go on up," but when they got to the
door, she had second thoughts, "Um, Annette, maybe you should stay so I have
someone to keep an eye on me -- can't have the girls accusing me of sneaking
one in!"

	Cass was thrilled to death, but Annette merely looked vaguely sad --
which, combined with Kate's selection, confirmed a hypothesis.  "You were the
first," I announced it.

	Annette nodded.  "We're not supposed to tell, but..."

	I nodded.  "I was amazed that you did what you did..."

	"Well, I never had, but some others have -- and, like I said, you'd
have never gotten out.  We didn't want you to."

	I nodded.  "You didn't do it the second time."

	"No."

	"Trina did," I presented the results of my other prime computation.

	Annette eyed me for a moment.  "Obviously, we're wasting our time
trying to fool you."

	I shrugged.  "If somebody thinks it will accomplish something, I'll
pretend I don't know..."

	"Hold it!" Kate broke in, "What are we talking about?"

	"I was trapped on the couch early this morning, and I'd had a LOT of
beer..."

	"Ew!" Kate grimaced, squicked.  "Trina has been doing THAT again?"
Annette nodded.  "She did it for some little boy when she was twelve or so...
God knows why."

	"He licked her out," Annette supplied.  "It's old news, so I don't
imagine I'm hurting anything."

	"And she's kept it up?" Kate prompted.

	"I don't know," Annette replied.  Even I knew she was lying.

	"So you..."

	"He was stuck," Annette replied.  "It was pitch black, and we were all
over the couch and the floor and he didn't have the slightest idea where he
was.  Besides," She grinned, "I got to be first!"  She turned to me, "And I
STILL think it's a foot long when it's working!"

	"Maybe it seems like it," I muttered, "But..."

	"That brings us back to where I came in, I think," Kate cut in.  "Can
I see it now?"

	"It's just a cock," I mumbled, pushing down my shorts, "and not even
haaa...!"  Annette had it in hand as soon as it was visible -- and in mouth
before I stopped talking!  "Hey!"

	"She wants to see it big," Annette declared before diving on it again.

	"I can do that myself, if I think it rates it," Kate rasped, kneeling
before me.  "Move!  You're hogging it!  How am I going to see?"

	By then, I was already up and running and probably eighty percent
firmed up.  Kate grabbed the shaft from Annette -- then became aware that
there was plenty to grab.  Annette surrendered my length to her aunt
reluctantly, and Kate shifted her attention to what she had in her hand.  "Oh,
my!" she breathed.  "Your trouser snake is a boa constrictor!  My God!  I
think I'll..." she leaned in and slipped her lips over my glans, then pulled
back.  "I, uh, think I might want to, um, put myself back in the running, if
you don't mind..."  She jacked it, got a little pre-cum, licked it, and got
slowly up.  "Annette," she warned, "Don't you cheat, now..." and she headed
for the stairs.  I could hear her yell, "Trina!" before she hit the top.

	"Can I keep it warm for you?" Annette asked softly.

	"Don't drain it," I husked back.

	Trina provided a distraction by thumping down the stairs, obviously
irritated.  "Auntie says you've figured everything out."  Glancing at Annette,
she added, "If he cums, they're all gonna line up to kick your ass!"

	"I had some good guesses," I admitted.

	"Auntie made me come down -- looks like I'm needed."  She scowled at
Annette, who had yet to surrender my glans.

	"Well, you weren't going to get another shot anyway, were you?" I
pointed out.

	"No," Trina pouted.

	"On the other hand, you're down here and they're up there..."

	"Yeah..."  Trina's eyes lit.  "Netta, scoot over!"  She settled
heavily next to her cousin.  "Gimme!  You've played..."

	"Easy!  I'm not unbreakable!" I howled.  "Besides, I didn't so much
mean that you could play with that..."

	Annette was off, at least.  Trina eyed me.  "What then?"

	"Well, we know what's out," I replied, "what does that leave?  Heavy
petting, at least, I'd think..."

	"Not only is he cuddly, he's SMART, too!" Annette giggled, eyes
shining.  She got up and took my face in her hands and we got serious about
the dueling tongues thing, while I mauled a big, soft breast.

	Trina was happy for a bit sucking, but the moans Annette was making
soon drew her away.  "Jeez, Netta, you'd think he was fucking you!"

	"Get up, Trina," I directed, stepping back.  "Get naked, both of you."

	"Why?" Trina asked.

	"Because I can't chew your nipples and play stink-finger games in your
pussies if I can't get at them, that's why!" I countered.

	"Sold!" Annette started stripping.  Trina spent a moment thinking
about it, but she got a move on, too, pretty quickly.  There was some
embarrassment as she worked her way out of her stretch pants, but I really
couldn't understand why -- I could see every cellulite dimple she had while
she was wearing them!  Hell, they were white!

	Equal time was going to take organization; I had them stretch out on
the floor and knelt between them, facing the opposite direction.  That gave me
a twat under each hand, but getting at tits was more complicated.  Annette
rolled up on her side, which worked; when Trina mirrored the position, I could
chew Annette's left nipple and Trina's right, one at a time.  Finding clits
wasn't hard; I had them both humping a finger in no time.  Whoever wasn't
getting her nipple elongated was generally milking my cock, so things went
along famously until a familiar voice said, "What's this?"

	I looked up to see Mimi standing there, looking quizzical.
"Consolation prizes," I told her.  "I'm trying to keep the troops happy."

	Both girls rolled away as if they'd been electrocuted.  "We weren't
fucking!" Annette got out.  Trina just looked sheepish.

	Mimi eyed me.  "Am I going to have to watch you all the time?"

	I blinked.  "Well, no -- I just thought that this was within the
guidelines..."

	Mimi thought about it.  "Maybe it is," she allowed, "but you should
probably get some kind of permission before you start molesting my relatives
-- or maybe THEY should get permission before molesting YOU!"

	"We weren't doing him!" Annette placated.

	"No, you weren't," Mimi agreed.  "Okay, you're all absolved -- THIS
time!"  She grinned.  "But it DOES give me an idea..."  She shifted her
attention to me, "Sweetheart, are you any good at licking?"

	"Um."  I thought about it.  "I have limited experience, but I'm more
than willing..."

	Mimi nodded.  "I'll be right back.  You three...  don't start anything
-- you won't have time!"  She dashed for the stairs.

	The three of us spent the next thirty seconds blinking and shrugging,
transmitting the fact that we had no idea what was going on silently.  Mimi
came back down with Betty in tow -- and Betty was agreeing with her about
whatever brainstorm she'd had.  Mimi took charge, "Roll onto your back,
Sweetheart -- somebody get him a pillow!  Put yourself on the mat -- you're
going to want to be comfortable."

	I shifted myself as directed and got organized -- and Mimi straddled
my head and told Betty, "Okay, go get her."  Then she looked down at me.  "We
needed a comfortable way to keep you from seeing the next couple of
contestants -- and to remind them that you're MINE!  I'm going to block out
the light and give your tongue something to do while someone else gets their
ride -- how's that?"

	I lay there, ogling her pussy at a distance of a bit less than three
feet.  "Yeah, that'll work," I agreed.  "That ought to work fine!"  The pussy
I'd been ogling dropped to nose distance and I got a whiff of the stuff that
makes your dick hard -- and mine GOT hard!  I pulled it in the rest of the way
and started lapping; if nothing else happened, this would be good...

	Something else happened.  Specifically, someone lifted my cock to a
vertical position, rubbed it along someone's pussy lips (I'm not discounting
the idea that there was more than woman involved, since I know that several
thumped down the stairs), seated it at her opening -- and whoever owned the
pussy proceeded to impale herself on it with a soft grunt, followed by a soft,
"Holy shit!"  I agreed, more or less; it was pretty good from my end.  I
couldn't SEE anything but ass cheeks and pussy, so it could have been anybody
-- and the follow-on, "Mmmph!  Mmmph!  Mmmph!" didn't tell me anything, either
-- I kind of figured that whoever was riding my cock was kissing somebody
else.  There were indications in the way that Mimi was moving that it might
have been her, too, but they could have been doing a trapeze act or something
to put others in places where their lips were available.  Fuck it, you know?
I just sucked pussy and pushed my dick up into that twat and didn't worry a
whole lot about the mechanics of the situation!

	She was a squirter, whoever she was -- and she had a good time; I got
wet three different times before I lost it and started spewing baby juice in
her.  Mimi soaked my face, too -- I couldn't smell anything BUT pussy -- not
that I was complaining!

	Whoever it was rolled off, and Betty yelped, "Jeezus!  Mimi, are you
sure his name isn't Noah?  Where does he get those floods?"

	Mimi was in no shape to answer; she was starting to shake, something
I'd learned presaged a cum.  She went, "I -- I -- UUUUUUGGGHHH!!!" and I got
another wash of pussy juice.  Then she gasped, "I can't take it any more!
Somebody..."  She flopped forward, crawled a bit, then rolled off.  "God!"

	I looked up and grinned at Betty, who was standing there trying to
keep things moving.  "Somebody who likes tongue rides...  Irene?"

	Irene looked distinctly nervous -- and I was beginning to think I
might know why.  "I dunno..."

	Betty looked around and shrugged.  "Cass, clean him up.  If you get
him hard, you can ride him!"

	"Goody!"  Cassandra didn't wait; three seconds later, I was getting a
tongue bath.  I don't know where she learned to deep-throat, given what I was
hearing about her experience, but she knew how and put it to good use; by the
time I was clean, I was hard again.  Cass rode me in triumph -- for quite a
while, too, because I wasn't EVEN fresh!  I had to roll her over and do things
my way to finally get off, but I managed, eventually -- and there wasn't
anything wrong with her pussy, either...  "Was it okay?" she asked, worried,
when I finally collapsed atop her.

	"It was fine," I told her, kissing her on the forehead.  "But I've
done this now how many times today?  I'm a little torched..."

	I was clearly exhausted when I rolled off; Betty called for a recess.
"We need to get him fed and rested and keep the stimulation down to a dull
roar so he can recover, girls!" she directed.  "Concentrate on giving him the
basics, and we might get a little more out of him tonight!"  Once clean, I was
helped up, (Cassandra insisted on giving me another tongue bath) and taken
upstairs and settled on the couch and treated like a sultan while a dinner was
prepared, then fed and left to relax with my head on Mimi's lap.  I dozed off,
of course...

	I did take a headcount while I was awaiting dinner -- and Cass, Elaine
and Michelle didn't come upstairs with us.  When Mimi kissed me awake around
eleven, Cass and Elaine were nowhere to be seen -- and neither was Annette.  I
remembered some mention of felching, and put two and two together to deduce
that Elaine had been my anonymous rider in the last session and that Cass and
Michelle had probably daisy-chained with her to collect sloppy seconds, since
Annette had been very visible upstairs.  The girls weren't very good at
keeping secrets...  By asking after them, I discovered that Cass, Elaine, and
Annette had indeed headed home, which pretty much fingered Elaine in my mind.
Trish left with Annette, which I figured was a shame, but that was life...

	"How do you feel?" Mimi asked me.

	"Okay," I told her.  "A little sore, maybe.  I don't see me
guaranteeing two."

	Betty, sitting in an easy chair, nodded.  "I don't know how you got
this far, exactly."

	"Me, either," I chuckled.  "I had a lot saved up, I guess."  I looked
around.  "Irene is nervous.  Michelle or Polly?"

	Betty grimaced.  "You're at it again, aren't you?"

	"Yeah," I agreed, "Elaine was my mystery rider.  I certainly don't
mind sticking my tongue in Mimi, but it's more or less a waste of time trying
to be secretive."

	"I don't know if I could handle it again!" Mimi erupted.  "Let someone
else play!"

	"Wasn't I any good?" I asked.

	"Sweetheart, I tingle when I look at you!  My God!" Mimi laughed.

	"Well, all right," I replied, mollified.

	"Polly brought her own contestant," Betty replied, "and he failed to
measure up -- but she got hers.  She's only hanging around out of prurient
interest.  As for my sister," she added, eyeing Kate, "absent any nefarious
punishment suggestions, she's sidelined.  You're going to be doing lifestyle
conversions."

	"Okay."  That changed things.  "Irene, then..."

	"Yes," Betty agreed, turning eyes like gun barrels on Irene, "Irene."

	"I, uh..." Irene sputtered.

	"Kenya can get a tongue ride, and you two can occupy your hands with
each other," Betty told her, "but you should really try the real thing."

	"It's, um, a live dildo..." Kenya erupted.

	"Yeah," I grinned, "something like that."

	"Okay," Irene croaked.  "Where?"

	"The rec room is set up, Dear," Betty said gently.

	"Yeah, okay..."  Irene ruffled her butch haircut.  "Is everyone gonna
want to watch?"

	"Well, I am," Leticia muttered.

	"Me, too," said Lily, "although I'm not any too worried about any mass
conversions."  She eyed Michelle, who didn't broadcast anything one way or the
other.

	"I think you're asking too much of the boy," Kate declared.  "I think
I'll supervise."

	"Go on, then, and get yourselves set up," Betty told them.  "We'll be
along in a minute -- I want to provide Pete some last-minute instructions."
Kate eyed her sister, but swept off leading the lesbian contingent.

	"Nobody's expecting a miracle," Betty told me, "least of all me.  At
some point, preferably after she's cum once or twice, roll her over and treat
her to a fuck that she doesn't control.  That will break her, if nothing else
does."

	"What about Kenya?" I asked.

	"Fuck her, too, if you can," Betty suggested.  "It might be
interesting to see if Irene will whine and beg for a cock if you pull out
after you've succeeded with her and moved on."  She grinned.  "If you succeed,
Leticia is gonna be royally pissed!"

	"You have an evil mind!" I told her.  "This is..."  It was a LOT!  I
was a little sore from all of the meat deliveries I'd made over the past
couple of days.  If Irene didn't cooperate, I would probably go flat -- and
that might push things the other way.  "... risky," I finished.

	Betty nodded.  "Michelle would have been an easier sale, wouldn't you,
Dear?"  Michelle looked away; with Lily gone downstairs, she could have
admitted it, but it would have been dangerous to her own stability for her to
do so.  As long as she said nothing, she could cover herself -- with herself,
as well as with others...  Michelle was the lipstick girl in her relationship
with Lily, obviously -- all you had to do was look at them.  She did offer one
bit of information in a muffled voice, "I don't think Irene has ever had a
real one..."

	I took this information in.  "Fake ones are a little harder, I
imagine."

	"They aren't as smooth," Michelle choked out.  That pretty much
confirmed everyone's opinion of Michelle.

	"You don't have to do this," Mimi told me, eyeing Betty.

	"Babe, if you tell me not to, I won't!" I replied, "but there are
varying opinions on whether it's a good idea or not.  I'm sort of seeing the
open question as, 'Do we give up on Irene?'  We seem to have the necessary
equipment available for the experiment..."

	Mimi grimaced.  "When you put it THAT way..."  Her eyes hadn't left
her aunt.  "I guess we should see..."  Betty nodded.  "Let's go."  Mimi took
my arm and led me to the stair.

	Downstairs, Irene was pacing.  "How are we going to do this?" she
wondered aloud, glancing nervously at Leticia.  The tall, thin black woman
eyed her and then gave me a basilisk glare.  Shaking her head, she sat down in
a chair and folded her arms over her chest, settling in to watch.

	"Well, I said, "I'm sure you don't want to start dry -- and I don't,
either, so why don't I lick you? You can get me wet, too -- I don't suppose
you've ever..."

	"No."  Irene eyed me with some asperity.

	"Even fake ones?"

	"Well, some.  More to get it wet, since..."

	"Sure."  I nodded.  Obviously, fake cocks didn't cum -- I doubted if
they tasted good, either.  "I'm sure it won't be an issue.  Once everyone is
warmed up and you're trying it out, then Kenya can take a seat..."  Kenya
giggled -- it was surprisingly high-pitched.  Leticia glared at her and she
shut up.  I went ahead and shucked out of my shorts and went flat on the mat
we'd been using all evening, and Irene stripped down and gingerly squatted
over me.  I took her ass in my hands, moved her to a comfortable position, and
set to work.

	I let Irene make the call as to when she was ready to do something;
she shifted positions after about thirty seconds of quiet moans, going from
squatting above me to kneeling above me and leaning forward to get at my
crotch.  My job was to get her wet and relaxed, and to be hard enough to
penetrate her when the time came; to do that, I needed to arouse her.  I
figured that my being hard would take care of itself.  I worked her clit, then
shifted to stick my tongue in her tunnel a few times, then went back, shifting
my focus, looking for a winning ploy.  Irene grunted and moaned and went," Ah,
shit!" a couple of times, and then got serious about mashing her twat against
my face, grunting "Fuck!  Fuck!" and rubbing her twat on my face so my nose
was in her hole and my tongue was a rubbing surface for her clit.  I let her
do what she wanted, since it would obviously speed things; she got more and
more aggressive, and I got less and less air, so when things got to be too
much, I stiffened my tongue to push her off a bit -- and she lit off!
"OMIGAAAAWD!  FUCK!  FUCK!  SHIT!  GODDAMN!"

	Everyone in the family was a squirter, apparently; Irene flooded my
face with juice while her thighs and ass shimmied and she grunted and gasped.
I heard a snort of feminine irritation and someone stomped off -- Leticia, I
figured.  Good riddance.

	After that, things got easier; when she was back down some, she eased
up on me -- probably because she needed to shift her weight to get at my cock,
because that was the next thing on the agenda, apparently.  Fingers ringed my
shaft and hauled it vertical (or some lesser angle, probably -- you get the
idea), and I started getting tentative licks.  Her clit was out and easy to
get at, so I started abusing it with my tongue, sucking it in and swiping back
and forth over it to keep her motor running.  Licking turned to sucking, with
"Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!" added in, and pretty quick my nose was in her vagina
again.  I thought she was going to get another cum, but she lurched up,
yelled, "Goddamn!" and spun to orient herself over my meat, then started
jamming.

	Saliva isn't the perfect lubricant -- but she'd squirted once and I
hadn't cleaned her out, so once she got the head in things smoothed out.  She
got this weird look on her face as she settled on my cock, turning to Kenya.
"It's hard -- but it isn't!  I've never felt a dildo like this..."  Her eyes
got kind of distant and everyone knew that she was feeling her pussy's
response to having a real live cock in there...  "Hot..."  She got it good and
socketed and started moving on it; you could see her discover the flange of
the head.  I'm pretty sure that it's one thing to have such a thing modeled in
plastic that doesn't react to the surfaces it's touching and quite another to
have it be flesh that does.  She went up and down a half-dozen times and the
ride smoothed out and she started shifting around, looking for a good stroke
-- and found it.  Then she got this look on her face and turned to Kenya --
and Kenya and I both knew she was looking for an excuse to cover what was
going to happen.  "Come..." she gasped.  "Sit.  He's good at it."


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