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Part 5 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: 5 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 5

	More pussy -- a shocking pink split in a dark chocolate expanse with a
scratchy black pad of pubic fur.  Kenya straddled my head and I watched her
ass descend -- her lips were already puffy and swollen and I figured her
fingers smelled like pussy.  I went to work; I could tell without seeing it
when they locked lips by the sounds they were making.  Irene couldn't go slow,
apparently -- she got faster and faster and the "MMMMPH!" noises got louder
and more urgent until they were muffled squeals and she couldn't hold the lip-
lock any more, "AAAAWWWWW!!!   JEEEZUS!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!!!"  I think they
were bracing their heads on each other's shoulders at that point; I could hear
Kenya going "Uh!  Uh!  Uh!" in time to my tongue swipes, so I sucked her clit
in and started giving it the old one-two with my tongue and she went
"OMIGAAAWD!" and her thighs shook -- but she held herself tight against my
face, not missing a stroke!  Somebody was sniffling, and someone, off on the
sidelines, was playing with herself -- I could hear her soft moans and the
squishy sound of fingers buzzing on wet flesh.  I recognized Lily's voice when
someone said, "God, I need a suck!" and I heard knees thud on the floor; I was
making a lot of noise sucking Kenya's clit, but I had competition somewhere,
after that -- Michelle, most likely, I figured.

	Meanwhile, Irene, who had never stopped riding, started spinning up to
a serious stroke again.  Probably watching her and Kenya try to pretend that
they were getting off on each other would have been fun, but I had limited
horizons -- all pink and chocolate brown.  I had free hands, as it happened,
so I reached up and found titties, crawled my fingers along them to the
nipples and latched on.  I started cranking and Kenya wailed, "Oh, no!  Not my
titties!  Oh Irene!  Oh!  OH!  OH, FUUUUCK!!"  Her ass danced all over my face
before she fell over and rolled off to the side.

	Irene started jack hammering me; her face was wild, now that I could
see it.  She couldn't seem to come up with anything to do with her hands, so I
reached up and interlaced our fingers; she took that grip as her new fulcrum
and her ass shimmied as she pounded it into my upper thighs while her cunt
crashed into my pubic bone and my cock bored out her pussy.  She was someplace
else completely, you could tell; her eyes didn't focus and her mouth was open
to gasp and she couldn't seem to find a noise good enough to attach to what
she was doing.  Finally, she wailed like a banshee and went absolutely nuts --
then just froze, rigid -- but I could feel her pussy clutching me and I could
see her belly clench and her whole ass seemed to be changing size and shape as
her thighs squeezed and let up.  When that had gone on for a few seconds, she
slowly toppled forward and her eyes rolled up.

	"Now!" Betty yelped.  "Show her the flip side!"  Irene cooperated by
going flat and lax and I clutched her to me and rolled us as a system so that
I was on top, then took her slack thighs and carried them on my forearms --
and waited.

	Irene took forty seconds or so to get her shit together and realize
that things had changed, at which point I put myself in gear.  Betty
deliberately added to things by crowing, "Yeah!  Fuck the dog shit out of
her!"  The look on Irene's face more or less said it all; she'd been on the
bottom end of her lesbian relationship, and I had just ripped control from her
here -- she didn't even try to fight it.

	I wasn't trying to cum -- I was trying to force her to.  She liked it
hard and fast, so I went into trip-hammer mode and long-stroked her with a
deliberate hip snap that pounded us together.  "Push that twat up at me -- you
know you want to!" I grunted, almost adding "Bitch" -- but that might have
been too much; besides, it wasn't really me.  Irene's response was to take
charge of her knees -- which ended her last brake on things, as straightening
her legs against my upper arms would have afforded her some control.  She
started rocking her pelvis up to take me straight in on the down-stroke and
releasing so the up-stroke dragged my shaft along the underside of her
clitoral hood, so I slowed down just enough that it worked really well and
watched her start to boil.

	Kenya was crawling around trying to figure out what she was supposed
to be doing -- and I was in Alpha Male mode -- so I told her, "Get up next to
Irene and assume the position -- and when Irene lights off, maybe I'll poke
YOU for a while!"  Kenya got big-eyed, then whipped around and flopped on her
back beside Irene and grabbed her knees.  Irene watched it all with glazed
eyes; Leticia was shit out of luck, it looked like...  "Shove two fingers in
your cunt -- I want to hear wet sloppy sounds!" I directed, panting, and Kenya
did just that -- and in no time, the sounds were in the offing.

	Pretty soon, Irene was throwing her head from side to side, grunting,
"Shit!  Fuck!  Yes!  Fuck!  God!  Fuck!"  She added this shimmy to things that
seemed to add to her pleasure, so I maintained a steady stroke and let her
find the best way to receive it -- then watched her come apart, "Shit!  Fuck!
Jeezus!  Omigawd!  Fuck!  Oh!  Fuck me!  SHIT!  FUCK ME!!  OMIGAAAAAWWWDDD!!!"
She threw her head back and every tendon in her neck showed and her eyes
rolled up in her head -- it was spectacular, let me tell you!  She lost her
grip on her knees, but the moment she dropped them and her feet hit the pad,
she was thrusting her cunt up at me like a mad thing, lifting me into the air
at the bottom of my stroke!  I just hung on and let her carry me wherever
until she collapsed, then I carefully backed off -- and plugged my cock into
Kenya!

	Kenya's eyes popped and she heaved a big gasp; I had no problem
finding the hole and had three or four inches in her before she had a solid
grip on what was going on.  She was seriously lit from the live sex show going
on in front of her and her first utterance was "Oh!  My!  GOD!" after which
she grabbed my ass and tried to stuff ALL of me in her twat!  Not much more
intelligible came from her but she was doing all of the work -- from the
bottom!  I think it's the first time I ever heard an ululation; she went
"UUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuhh," then she would stop and suck in a breath and
do it again -- and it slowly went up the scale and got louder as she got
wilder, ending with a "HHUUUGGGHH!!!  HHUUUUGGHH!  HHUUUUGGGHH!" and I held
onto her jugs to keep from being thrown off while she arched herself and tried
to jam my dick right through her cervix!

	When I broke clear of Kenya, the good news was that I was rested,
after a fashion; her doing all of the work allowed me to recover myself
somewhat.  When I returned to Irene, she was totally broken in; she racked her
knees back and watched me set up with big eyes, licking her lips in
anticipation.  This time, I wasn't doing it for her -- she'd had hers -- I was
trying to finish ME, and I wasn't sure I was gonna make it!  Irene knew this
instinctively, I think, by the pattern of my movements; her responses were
softer, more gentle -- and oriented at me.  "Fuck me," she whispered, moaning,
"Fill me up.  Cum in me!  Make me a woman!  Uhh!  So good..."  She could have
been faking it, of course, but if she was, she did a pretty creditable orgasm
after a couple of minutes -- not the head-banger she'd managed before, but her
pussy clamped down on me and she got a little wild and wooly.  I kept
pounding, and had some attention for my surroundings -- Michelle and Lily were
entwined in a sixty-nine position, but they were both watching us.  Mimi was
sitting on the bed, watching, too, and distractedly rubbing a nipple and
sucking two fingers.  Betty was leaning against a chair with a hand in her
crotch, and Kate was looking distinctly unhappy at being left out.  Yeah, fine
-- I had an idea.

	"Betty," I panted, "Do you have a vibrator?"

	"Yeah..."  Her tone said that ought to be obvious -- but what did I
want it for?

	"Get it," I panted.  "You and Mimi hold Kate down and use it on her --
but don't let her cum!  Make her miserable until I finish!"

	"Oh, no!"  Kate turned to bolt for the door, but Betty was between her
and it, grinning like a shark.  Michelle nudged Lily and they rolled to their
feet and helped Mimi pin Kate from behind, shove her to the floor, and pull
her clothes off.  Kate squawked and fought, but it wasn't very convincing;
Betty sat on her and went to work with the vibe.

	Given something to do, the others pitched in, pulling nipples and
whatever else looked to work.  "No!  GOD, no!" Kate moaned hoarsely when Mimi
wet a finger and started playing with her asshole.  Thrashing didn't help,
though -- it was five to one when Kenya pitched in.  Kate shifted to begging
and pleading, then to panting and moaning -- and then wailed, loudly, when
everybody stopped what they were doing.  "God -- don't DO this to me!" she
howled.

	Irene watched with big eyes at times -- and at others, she was too
busy generating a cum to bother.  I had things the way I wanted them as far as
she was concerned, but too many fucks had taken their toll on me and I was
getting raw.  One more nut...

	It took a LOOONG time -- maybe as much as twenty minutes -- before
Irene's pussy clamped down for the fourth or fifth time and Kate howled,
"Please, GOD!  LET ME CUM!!!" and I got that tickle that said it was time.
"Awright!" I panted, "Let her finish!  I'm gonna...  AAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!"  a
half-hour or forty minutes' worth of priming the pump made my last nut of the
evening at least respectable; I pumped out three loaded pulses and some dry
ones and crashed on Irene.  In the background, Kate screamed bloody murder as
they finally let her off; the scream echoed and sounded loud enough to bust an
eardrum, but I didn't give a shit.  I remember my nose dropping to Irene's
neck and catching a whiff of perfume and thinking, "That's pretty feminine..."
-- and that was all she wrote...

	I was gone -- they were unable to revive me.  Over the course of two
days, I'd been damn near fucked to death; I'd burned a LOT more energy than I
had available.  The women rolled me off of poor Irene -- who was big in spots
for her frame size, but was only a bit over five feet six -- and dragged be
back onto the fold-out couch.  Mimi made sure I was breathing and stayed with
me while the others wandered off to clean up and put on bits and pieces of
nightclothes as they felt like it.  Leticia lit into Irene and Kenya and ended
up being asked to leave; Lily didn't say shit, apparently.  At some point,
everyone bagged it; Mimi slept on my right as she had the night before and
Betty took my left.  Others took the pallets on the floor, avoiding the one
with the big wet spot where Irene and I had pumped out our juices all over it.

	Predictably, I thrashed my way to consciousness at three-thirty in the
morning, the urge to take that post-coital piss riding me hard.  "Sweetheart?"
Mimi mumbled.  "Are you okay?"

	"Gotta pee," I managed to enunciate, somehow.

	"THAT again!" Betty murmured from my other side, "and the usual
suspects are all gone..."

	"No, I'm here," came a familiar voice.  "Fill me up, Sweetie."
Trina's mouth closed on my poor, sore dick and I drained it in her.

	"Thank you, Baby," I gusted.

	"You're SOOO very welcome!" Trina giggled.  If she said anything else,
I missed it -- I was gone again.

                         --------------------

	The next time I awakened it was about nine-thirty on Monday morning --
that would be Labor Day.  I was all done with labor; I could barely move.
Mimi got me into the shower and into some clothes, then plopped me at Betty's
table to absorb some nourishment -- something that started slowly but gathered
steam until I'd done a half-dozen eggs and a half-pound of bacon and two pots
of coffee.

	Somewhere in there, Irene showed up and stood over me.  "You bastard!"
she said without much visible heat.

	"What's the problem?" I asked.  As I remembered things, she'd ended up
happy...

	"Where am I gonna find somebody who can do what you did?" she
complained.  "I was happy, sort of..."

	"Sort of," I echoed.  "They're out there -- if you get antsy enough,
you'll find one.  In the meantime, if you asked her nicely, Mimi might lend me
out periodically..."

	"Yeah, right..." Irene rasped.  That pretty much put an end to it;
Irene went off shaking her head.

	We hung out until about three while the other females slowly drifted
off.  Kate called me a sonofabitch for what I had the girls do to her, but I
could tell that she was well aware that she'd earned it.  Sex was nowhere on
the agenda.

	It was nowhere on the agenda later when Mimi and I got back to my
place -- which, despite it's little balcony, Mimi pronounced to be substandard
(big surprise...)  Mimi didn't go home; instead, we crawled into my bed early
and cuddled and slept and started trying to grow a relationship that had other
dimensions to it besides sex.

	Tuesday morning, we were up early, going to her place, which I
declared to be equally substandard -- due to the lack of broadband Internet,
mainly.  Mimi accepted my reasoning without disparagement -- that stuff is my
meat and potatoes, and therefore necessary.

	We gave each other downtime that night -- except for a ninety minute
phone call that was full of companionable silences.  Neither of us was a
talker, but we wanted to be there for one another; at some point, I made a
rapid calculation involving telephone charges and lost productivity and
announced that we should live together -- yeah, I was on the hook, all right.

	Wednesday evening we spent looking at ads in the paper for a new
place; neither of us wanted to be apart on a daily basis, even though we could
see one another at work.  Besides, seeing each other at work was just that --
from a distance.  Conversation was necessarily limited to subjects neither of
us really had much to say about, leaving important subjects -- like love and
sex -- unexplored.  Doing the kind of cuddling we wanted to do was DEFINITELY
out...

	At some point, the newspapers got set aside and we went at one another
like starving dogs; later, I thanked God that I had a leather couch -- trying
to get the stuff we dripped on it out of cloth upholstery would have been
murder!  I was fully on-line and Mimi was thrilled to death about it -- twice.

	At one point while we were getting our breath back, Mimi asked me,
"Pete, I don't think there has been one full five-minute period all night when
you haven't had your hand on my ass.  What's up with that?"

	I was honest -- I told her, "I LOVE the thing!  It wiggles and jiggles
and you can get a big satisfying handful and it looks hot in thin pants -- I
wanna own it!  I assume that you come with it..."  That got me a kiss or two
and some other goodwill...

	Thursday morning, my working partner Pedro sidled up to me and said,
"Eh, compadre, the rumor mill says you and Big Mimi are hooked up..."  He eyed
me sidelong, grinning.

	I had told exactly zero people, so I was surprised.  "No shit?  How in
the Hell did THAT get out?"

	"Come on, is it true?" Pedro pressed.

	"It might be," I admitted.  "Where did you hear about it?"

	Pedro looked sly, "I got my sources, Man.  Shit, that's too bad -- I
gotta mark that one off my list..."

	I blinked.  "You've got a thing for Mimi?"

	"Hey, I'm too short for her, but she's sweet and she's got fine tetas
-- and the way she moves that culo of hers..."  I knew what tetas were -- and
agreed that Mimi had a fine pair on her chest; culo I got from the way Pedro
moved his hands at his waist level -- the sway he was mimicking was
unmistakable.  Pedro was an ass man?  "I didn't know you were into booty,
Pedro."

	"Hey, it's the cushion, you know?  When it's all round and soft and
bouncy..."  He grinned, shaking his head.  "Some chicks are big all over, you
know?  But some just have a little extra culo..."  He eyed me sidelong.  "She
doesn't have any sisters, does she?"

	I chuckled.  "You'd be surprised, Man.  You'd be surprised."

	"Man, something a little shorter -- you know, close to my height..."
he licked his lips.

	I went through the catalog in my mind.  "Blonde or brunette?"

	"Blondes are a pain in the ass, man."

	I nodded.  "Tend to agree.  Keep Saturday open -- I'll see what I can
do.  Pass me that wire stripper, will you?"

                         --------------------

	That night, I asked Mimi, "So, who have you told about us?"

	Mimi got all innocent looking.  "Why?"

	"When the guys come to me for confirmation, somebody is telling."

	"Do you mind?" she asked.  The look on her face said I'd better know
the right answer.

	"No," I replied, "but you be sure to note it in your book that I
didn't go around crowing about how hot you are in the sack!"

	"What book?" Mimi asked.

	"The one you girls all keep and use as a source for hot accusations
when we get in a fight!" I replied.

	"I don't keep any book!" Mimi protested.

	"Well, wherever you store such things, make sure I get an entry on the
plus side," I told her.  "I know it's in there somewhere -- women always
remember such things."

	"Oh," she smiled.  "Now I get it."  She snuggled up against me.

	"So...?"

	"I've been, ummm, noticeably happier, you know?  It kind of slipped
out."  She looked mildly penitent.  "Multiple times."

	"So I'm free to talk about it?"

	"Well, I'd rather you didn't post a report card, but yes..."  She eyed
me.  "I'm surprised you haven't.  Are you ashamed of me?"

	"Huh!  Not likely!" I retorted.  "But a gentleman doesn't tell.  I've
confirmed a few reports, though."

	She nodded.  "Okay, then."  I could see that she was pleased that I
wasn't denying anything or ashamed of her -- and I could tell it was
important.

	"I was thinking about taking out a full-page ad in the paper next week
-- is that okay?" I teased.

	"Spell my name right!" she laughed, punching me in the shoulder.

	"Hey," I asked, "what does Irene think of Hispanics?"

	"I'm not sure," Mimi frowned, thinking about it.  "Why?"

	"Well, it seems like Pedro is upset that I beat him to you," I
explained.  "He was holding off because you're out of his altitude range."

	Mimi raised and eyebrow.  "That's all?"

	"It turns out Pedro's an ass man," I related, and matched his gesture
as I added, "He thinks you have a fine culo."

	"No kidding?" she asked, mimicking the gesture.  "He did that?"

	"Swear to God!" I held up a hand.

	"I'll be..."  Mimi looked a bit dazed.

	"It helps having a spy in the enemy camp, huh?" I grinned.

	"Maybe so..."  She eyed me.  "So you're thinking..."

	"I have a hibachi at my place.  A couple of steaks, a little beer,
hang out on the balcony, maybe a swim in the complex's pool..."

	"We'll do it at my place," Mimi, replied.  "I'll call her -- and maybe
a couple of the others."

	I nodded and we moved on to necking and other things.

                         --------------------

	"So, up for a little culo watching?" I asked Pedro.  We were stringing
wire in the main wiring closet.  Nobody else was around.

	Pedro flicked me a glance.  "Already?  You're fucking with me, right?"

	"Nope," I replied.  "Mimi has a sister, but I wouldn't wish her on you
-- nobody wants THAT much culo -- but she's got a couple of seriously decent
cousins -- and they're a little closer to your size..."

	"How many?" Pedro asked.

	"Three or four.  We'll get them into swimsuits so you can practice
that Mexican wolf-whistle of yours on them..."

	"No shit?"

	"Hey..." I shrugged, spreading my hands.

	"Can I bring Hector?"

	"Who's Hector?"

	"My brother," Pedro related, then grinned.  "He isn't as handsome as I
am."

	"Sure, why not?"  It would even up the male-female ratio, which after
Mimi's phone calls the night before was something like three to one...

                         --------------------

	Pedro didn't appeal to Irene -- too slick and greasy, was her
assessment, I think.  Hector, on the other hand...  His long, homely pocked
face transmitted his feelings too well when he wasn't covering himself -- and
Irene owned him six seconds in.  She knew it, too, and ragged on him
unmercifully, putting herself on display, then telling him he wasn't going to
get any -- just about that clearly, too.  She buzzed around him like a wasp,
stinging, teasing the shit out of him -- until he trapped her in the corner of
the swimming pool.  Even then, he didn't know what to do besides tower over
her, looking forbidding, until somebody (Michelle?) yelled, "Make her take her
top off -- that'll teach her!  Don't let her out until she does!"

	Irene glared and tried to duck out under Hector's arm -- and he got
both hands on her and decided that he wasn't letting go, once he had a grip.
I think it tripped Irene's sexual circuit-breaker, because the next thing you
know her top was off -- but she wasn't going anywhere -- they were too busy
kissing...  The top never got replaced, but she had a ten-finger brassiere for
most of the rest of the evening -- and Hector was like a kid in a candy store!

	Annette didn't have Irene's issues with Pedro; at his initial "Aiy!
Mamasita!" she was ready to sit in his lap -- and the fact that she probably
outweighed him didn't bother either of them once it became clear that Pedro
could feel her up as he pleased.  Michelle was more or less relieved, I
gathered, since it allowed her to sit with Lily and make snide comments rather
than brave contact with the male sex.  They hit the street early, leaving
three couples -- and Trina.

	Mimi's apartment wasn't big enough for three couples to have privacy;
Annette's wailing when Pedro took her on the pool deck got Mimi a letter from
the tenant's association.  Irene pretended that Hector was beneath her station
and that she was doing him a favor -- but she got into her car topless and he
got into the passenger side -- and from the hour-long telephone conversation
she had with Mimi on Sunday, it was a done deal by ten p.m. Saturday.

	That left Trina -- who wouldn't go home.  Mimi and I decided to work
around her -- and ended up working through her.  Well, Betty had claimed that
I needed two women, anyway....

                         --------------------

	That was two years ago.  Since then, just about all of the girls have
found someone -- including Michelle.  Irene owns Hector -- who could care
less, since she's halfway through pumping out his second kid.  Annette says
that Pedro isn't me in the sack, but his tongue is a foot long and he gets the
job done, anyway -- and she's got little Consuelo to prove it.

	And me?  I have Mimi, and little Sarah, and Michael -- and Trina.
Sarah is legitimate, the product of my marriage to Mimi -- but Michael is mine
by Trina.  We couldn't get rid of her, once she'd set her cap for me -- so
eventually, we gave up.  Officially, she's our caregiver, since both of us
still work.  It works for us...

	And I seldom have to get up to pee in the middle of the night...

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