My kind of deal; just what I was looking for: cheap-ass entertainment.

           

            The smell hit me as soon as I walked through the doors. Every stroke shop I’ve ever been in has the same nasty funk hanging in the air, soaked into the woodwork - a gagging combination of dry, stale cum uneasily mingling with huge quantities of bleach and topped off with clouds of cigarette smoke; all of that fighting to be noticed under a hefty veil of depressing creepiness. At least the air conditioning was turned on,

 

I steeled myself, ignored the odor and moved past the blow-up doll displays, the racks of sex toys, the greasy, fingerprint-smeared glass counters full of colorful liquids and gels and condom packets. Nodded to the bored pierced, tattooed twenty-something’s lounging behind the counter, whose torn thrift-shop attire and purple and blue-dyed hair guaranteed them a life of great minimum-wage gigs just like this one. One of the two, an emaciated girl who was pulling off a great impression of a serious heroin addict, ignored me completely. Her companion glared at me sullenly, like I was going to try to shoplift a dildo or maybe, more likely, because I looked too much like his dad. I grinned and found the DVD’s for rent, racks of porn shelved along the walls and lined up on homemade shelving units in haphazard rows just past a pair of sensor alarm gates, a ton of smut tucked comfortably away in a room the size of a small warehouse.

           

            I took my time picking out my movies, going for the absolutely nastiest hardcore I could find, not wanting to really touch anything. Thank God for all that bleach. Even so, the CD jackets felt and looked greasy; and then I remembered the junkie-punks lounging at the counter, and guessed I knew how motivated they probably were to keep everything clean and germ free. I made sure to hold the movies like I would a dead skunk, using the tips of my fingers. I found an anal gang-bang orgy (‘Two hours of hardcore DP penetration!), a best-of chicks-with-dicks, a couple of rough sex sets and one or two seriously disturbing anime titles, tossed my choices on the counter. Heroin Girl had disappeared. Her buddy was eating a cold cheeseburger that might have been a day old, licking ketchup off his fingers and watching a video monitor, a movie with several couples humping in fast-forward. They looked a bit like bunnies fucking. Junkie-Boy roused himself enough to pause whatever he was screening, set me up with a rental account, drop my DVD’s into a black plastic bag and take my money. Then he went back to his choice of dinner theater. Heroin Girl was outside smoking a cigarette as I left. I smiled at her.

           

            “You have a nice day,” I said.

           

            She gave me a dose of full-on, disdainful punk-rock attitude, and wrinkled up her nose at me. I wondered if maybe I smelled like I’d been squirted by that imaginary dead skunk.  “Fuck-off, scumbag.”

           

            She took a last drag and flicked her smoldering butt into the gravel alongside a few dozen other dead cigarettes; ground it out under the heel of her heavy Doc Martin boot. She rolled her eyes theatrically, and I watched her grumble while she clunked all the way back to the counter to not do her crappy job some more. Tough life, I thought. Then I shrugged, got in my car and drove home through the heat to my air-conditioned house and my DVD player.

           

***

 

Twenty minutes later, I was naked and spread-eagled on the couch with my mouth open and my chin drooping onto my chest, bored to tears. I understood why Junkie-Boy in the porn shop was fast-forwarding through his movie. I had one of my hard-chosen video picks on, my limp dick in one hand and the remote in the other, watching some young dyed-blonde bitch with huge fake tits unenthusiastically blow-jobbing her way through twenty or thirty guys (who all seemed to be having the same case of erectile dysfunction that I was currently having) when the phone rang. I did the same thing the kid at the store did when I interrupted him: I hit pause on the remote. Then I answered the phone.

 

            “Hello?” I croaked.

 

            “Um, Grove? Is that you?” A soft female voice; musical and smooth like honey. It sounded vaguely familiar.

 

            “Uh-huh…” I mumbled, still trying to place the voice.

 

“This is Elizabeth. You remember?”

 

            Oh God, I thought. Elizabeth. An old friend of my last girlfriend, April, from time gone by; I’d met her once or twice, but April hadn’t seen much of Elizabeth since she married some uber-buff, male-model looking, upwardly-mobile freak of nature and stopped hanging out with anybody who either wasn’t in the beautiful people crowd or who didn’t earn half-a-million bucks a year. I half-remembered a crazily exotic, gorgeous woman, and guilty visions of wide, almond shaped eyes, thick brown hair, rich caramel skin and lush curves washed through my head. I fully remembered feelings of total and complete inadequacy the few times I’d been around her. Thanks to the images assaulting my senses, the skanky blonde frozen on my television screen suddenly morphed into a composite version of the Elizabeth I was seeing in my head.

 

            My throat went dry, and my dick actually, finally, twitched. “Yeah…yeah, of course I remember…”

 

            I swear I could almost hear her grinning through the phone. “Cool. I’d hate to think you’d forget me.”

 

            “No chance,” I said, the words sounding like crunchy shards of glass.

 

            “Ah, you’re still a sweetie, aren’t you?”

 

Sweetie, she said. All of a sudden, I was getting a little light-headed. I managed a laugh. “If you say so.”

 

She laughed too. More honey, dripping. The sound sent a shiver down my back. “Is April around?” she asked.

 

“Um, no…  She’s been living in Europe, with her folks. Sorry.”

 

“Europe? So…what about you guys?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Things just, you know…didn’t last.”

 

Oh. Well… Shit. I’m sorry. I was going to invite her to this…party I was having Friday night.”

 

“That’s too bad. I’m sure she would’ve liked to go.” I didn’t know what else to say. There was a long, pregnant pause. I listened to the crackling void on the other end of the phone line, and I had the sinking feeling that our strained little conversation was over. Then Liz surprised me.

 

“Hey, well, how would you like to come, Grove?”

 

I blinked. “Really?”

 

“Yeah. I know it’s kind of late notice, and it’s…a little silly, I guess, kind of a girlie thing, you know? I mean, you might not be interested, but I need to bring someone…” She drifted off.

 

For a second, I wondered why she was asking me to come, not her husband. But that thought lasted the blink of an eye; if it meant seeing Liz again, there was no way I was going to refuse. I was honestly kind of curious anyway. And besides, my dick was harder than it’d been all morning, even after watching five bucks worth of porn. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday. What did I have to lose?

 

“What kind of ‘girlie thing’ are we talking about?” I asked.

 

She laughed again, nervously, I thought. I wondered what about talking to me could make Liz nervous. “It’s kind of…a…a lingerie party.”

 

My turn to laugh. Liz stayed quiet. I blinked, waited a beat before answering with a dumbfounded, “You’re kidding, right?”

 

Liz sighed on the other end of the line, then, matter-of-factly, “No.”

 

“You want me to come to a lingerie party.”

 

“Yeah, if you want….I mean, I know it sounds weird, but I promised there would be a bunch of us, and most of the girls I know are going to be there, but…” She paused, took a breath. “You know, you don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but you could get a gift for April, and there’s going to be some stuff for guys too…leopard skin underwear, stuff like that…”

 

I chewed it over. Thought about maybe being the only guy in a roomful of tipsy, scantily-clad women. Thought about what April was going to say when she found out.

 

I made up my mind. I was in. “Hey, sure Liz. It’ll be fun.”

 

“Really?” She sounded almost relieved. “You’ll come?”

 

“Yeah, I…”

 

“That’s great! Everybody’s going to get here about eight. Here let me give you my phone number and the directions to my house…”

 

“Okay, hold on and let me find a pen…”

 

I sat up and scribbled some notes on the back of my video receipt. Liz thanked me again, and we both hung up. I sat there with the phone in my lap for a long minute. Then I grinned and went back to my movie, and this time I didn’t have any trouble getting it up.

 

***

 

“No shit?”

 

            It was the next afternoon, Thursday, and I was eating lunch with my buddy Andre at a cheap mexi-café we liked, seated outside at a curbside table under a canvas umbrella. Andre was finishing up a taco platter; I was snacking on a huge, spicy pile of cheese and salsa dripping nachos.

 

            I nodded, popped a jalapeno pepper in my mouth and chewed happily, savoring the oily burn. I’d just filled Andre in on yesterday’s events. He’d met Elizabeth once, after April and I bought our home, at our housewarming party. A long time ago, it seemed. I could see from his eyes that he had the same memories of her that I did. I grinned and wiped my hands on my napkin while I confirmed the question.

 

“Yep. The whole truth, brotha. No shit.”

 

            Andre leaned back. The aluminum chair under his big ass squeaked and groaned. He adjusted his Yankees cap, wiped fingers down his wiry goatee, shook his head.

 

“Damn, man. Shit like this isn’t fair. I knew that girl was a shark the minute I laid eyes on her.” He crossed his arms, chewed on his lip. “How come she invited you? Does that tall mocha drink dig the white boy cream?”

 

            I shrugged and sipped cold beer. The burn receded to a constant, pleasant tingle at the back of my tongue. “Hell if I know.”

 

            “You know, if she finds out – and you know she’s gonna – April’s gonna eat you alive if any shit happens.”

 

            “She will even if nothing happens.” I said, digging back into the pile of chips. “I’ll just cross my fingers. But nothing’s going to happen, you know, Liz is married, man, to some dude way out of my league.”

 

            “Doesn’t matter,” Andre waved that comment on by. “You said it didn’t sound like he’d be around anyway, right? You get there, all that pussy spread out on the couch and what-not; they’ll all be drinking wine, getting’ all tipsy and giggly, next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly panties and shit, modeling for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away; drunk, horny bitches lined up to be fuckin’ you…”

 

            I snorted. “Right.”

 

            “Look, Grove,” he pointed a finger at my cell phone. “Reg and I’ll be at Tin’s club tomorrow night, maxin’ with Barry and his boys.”

 

“They’re playing?” I asked. We’d known Barry from way back. He’d been a fixture on the local music scene since we were all in college together. Now he was heading up some retro-funk band that had been scaring up some hot press lately.

 

“Yeah. Tin’s isn’t too far from where you’re gonna be, right? Only what – ten, fifteen minutes away? Anyway, you need some help handling all that pussy, you call us.” Andre leered, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth. He picked up his last taco and poured half a bottle hot sauce over it. “An’ we’ll come a’ runnin’.”

 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

 

“You bet, baby, you bet. Anything for a friend. Right, homeboy?” Andre took a huge bite. Half the taco disappeared. He chewed, bobbing his head in time to a reggae song pouring out of the café’s outside speaker system. “I’m mister thoughtful, you know that.”

 

***

 

I was running late Friday night. Got off work late and immediately got stuck in a massive snarl of traffic. Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. I veered off the freeway at the closest exit to my house, stopped for a quick burger at a fast food drive-through, got stuck behind a soccer-mom’s van that was idling, belching black smoke. When I finally pulled back out into the streets, I opened my bag of food, only to discover the goon at the window got my order all wrong. Fuck it – I didn’t have time to go back and complain. I grumbled, but scarfed the shit down anyway, and took side streets the rest of the way home. Parked in the driveway and ran inside at twenty-to-eight, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, checked myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, frowned, dressed again. By the time I pulled up at Liz’s curb, it was a quarter past, and the street around her house was full of expensive luxury cars. I found a spot a ways up the hill, parked, beeped my car locked, and walked back, carrying a bottle of decent wine I’d picked up during my lunch hour.

 

It was clear that Liz and her husband liked their privacy. Their house was big and old, set far back from the road on a good-sized chunk of real estate. The thing must’ve cost a fortune. Leafy, box-trimmed hedges surrounded the large, fresh-cut, forest green lawn, isolating the house further from the neighbors. All the lights inside were turned on. I opened the rod-iron gate and went down the front path to the door, rang the bell. Made sure my reflection looked good while the chime gonged somewhere deep in the house.

 

I was about to ring again when a lock clicked open, and I heard that magic voice, the honey muffled behind the heavy wood door. Then the door opened, and Liz was there, smiling at me, smothering me with a wave of pure physical force. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged every perfect curve, black silk stockings, and polished black stiletto heels. She nonchalantly tugged a flopped-down spaghetti strap back over a shapely, nut-brown shoulder and pulled me inside.

 

“Grove! I didn’t think you were going to make it!” She said, and pushed the door gently closed. It clicked shut.

 

I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work…you know?”

 

She shook her head. Long silver baubles dangled from her earlobes, diamonds flashed in the light. Her dark eyes sparkled.

 

“No,” she laughed, “not really.”

 

“Here,” I said, and awkwardly held out the bottle of wine. “I brought this for you.”

 

            She took the bottle and smiled, barely looked at it. Her eyes were still on mine.

 

“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do that.”

 

“Well, you know, it’s a party and all…”

 

She stepped close and hugged me. Her hair was cut shorter than I remembered, curling in waves close to her neck. A wispy brown lock tickled my nose, and felt her breath warm at the side of my throat. I hugged her back, feeling her body press tight against me. I got that lightheaded feeling again, and my dick began tingling, got harder than it had been during any of my recent jack-off time. I caught a whiff of perfume, sweet and subtle, that I barely referenced past my sudden sensory overload. There was something else in the air too, sharp and pungent, smelling like cinnamon; candles, or incense, maybe.

 

We parted, and she took a second, looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” she asked.

 

I wasn’t too sure how to take that, but she looked approving. “I guess not.”

 

“You look good enough to eat…” She smiled. Then she took my arm, wrapped it up in hers. “C’mon, let’s go introduce you to the girls…”

 

***

           

Liz walked me to the living room and made her introductions. I nodded as she ticked off the names she was telling me, making an effort to match names with faces, and even managing to remember a few. Andre about had it right: there were maybe twenty gorgeous women; some younger, some older, all dressed to the hilt, sipping wine and fruity mixed drinks. They were sitting in a loose semi-circle, on the sofa and in chairs; all positioned facing another, extremely busty older woman, primly dressed in a close-fitted business suit and skirt. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a Vanity Fair spread. Boxes and bags of things were spread out on the coffee table and tucked around her feet. Each of the ladies smiled appraisingly at me. I almost felt like I was dessert, just being brought out after a tasty meal.

 

            “So,” I said, glancing around. “Where’s uh, what’s his name…”

 

            “Doug?”

 

            That was pretty boy’s name. “Yeah, Doug.”

 

“Oh, he won’t be coming home.” Liz waved away the subject, instead asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

 

            “Um, sure. Anything’s okay.”

 

            She flitted over to the bar, came back with a glass of something cold. Latched right back onto my arm. “Here, try it.”

 

            Every eye was still on me. I was definitely starting to feel like I was on display, definitely the odd man out. “Uh, cheers,” I said, and took a tentative sip. The drink was sweet, with a slight tang of alcohol and an almost bitter undercurrent of something I couldn’t place. For a second, I had a crazy feeling, remembering the old Agatha Christie type mysteries, where the detective has solved the murder, declaring death by poisoning, and goes on to describe how arsenic was supposed to taste, like bitter almonds. “Mm,” I mumbled, pushing the paranoid thought away. “That’s pretty good.”

 

            It was like a sigh of acceptance passed through the room. Liz smiled up at me. My head was absolutely swimming, being this close to her.

 

            The older woman with all the packages licked her red painted lips with the corner of a tiny pink tongue. She patted her silver hair, made sure it was in place, pulled back in a severe bun. She winked at me. “Well,” she said. “Let’s make our guest comfortable and get started, shall we?”

 

            Next to me, still clinging to my arm, Liz almost curtsied. “Of course, Sarah. Sorry, all.” She turned to me, whispered, “Here, sit by me.”

 

            I let Liz pull me to the couch. The two women sitting there shifted to make room. A blonde in her early twenties patted the cushion next to her hip, smiled invitingly. We sat down. Liz set the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice on the table, and I wondered how much wine they’d already gone through. I wiggled in between the blonde and Liz, suddenly enjoying the press of warm female bodies next to me. I looked around; found that I was still the center of attention: the ladies stared and demurely sipped their drinks; the blonde who’d scooted over to make room smiled and practically nuzzled up next to me. Liz put her hand possessively on my thigh, and I almost jumped. She patted my leg, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.

 

            I blinked, wondering…

 

The woman named Sarah clapped her hands, and all the attention immediately snapped back in her direction. “Back to business,” she said, smiled sweetly, and opened the bag sitting in front of her, rooted around. Tissue paper rustled. I took another sip of my drink, caught some of the women glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. I raised my eyebrows, got more smiles. The blonde, I think her name was Kate, shifted, and her breast brushed my elbow. I tried to shrink my six-foot-two self into a smaller space and failed. Her breast stayed where it was. It was a nice, soft breast. Even so, I moved slightly closer to Liz, who started gently petting the inside of my leg. The blonde scooted closer, her big, soft boob again connecting with my elbow.

 

I swallowed hard.

 

There was a quiet murmur around the room, and all the attention focused back towards the front, to Sarah. “Okay, our first item would look fantastic on our new friend tonight, I think…” Sarah smiled my way as she said that, and held up a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs.

 

            “Holy shit,” I whispered. The blonde took my free arm and pressed my hand to her leg. I stared, and then took another slug from my glass as Liz’s hand found my crotch and continued its slow, steady petting.

 

***

           

Forty-five minutes later, I was working on my fourth or fifth drink. I was tipsy enough to have lost count. Most of the bags and boxes were empty, I was horny as all hell, and my head was reeling. I wondered why; the drinks didn’t seem all that strong. Women had disappeared into the bedrooms, come back wearing skimpy silk and lace outfits, each one with less material than the last. Women drank and laughed while teasing me with little buzzing clit-stimulators and huge strap-on vibrators. The blonde next to me, Kate, was now naked except for a white satin push-up bra and a pair of crotchless panties. I knew they were crotchless because my fingertips were exploring and told me so. Sarah had taken off her suit top and skirt, and she was now standing with a small riding crop, modeling the black corset and stockings she’d had on underneath her clothes. She wore the outfit like an old pro. Liz was still in her dress, except both the straps were down off her shoulders now, and to me she looked sexier than any of the other ladies who were parading around in their new undies. She had her arm around my shoulder. She and Kate were both brazenly nuzzling my neck; Liz’s wandering hand had long since found the zipper to my pants and had disappeared inside; Blondie had unbuttoned most of my shirt, and was tickling my chest with her fingernails. I could see Sarah smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She smacked the tough leather crop down hard into her palm, and I jumped. Other eyes were beginning to turn our way…

 

The sensation around my crotch was driving me out of my mind. Liz had me hard as a rock. Andre’s voice was playing over-and-over, like a loop reel in my head, ‘…next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly shit, modeling it for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away…’

 

“Whooo,” I muttered. “Need to use the bathroom, I think.”

 

Kate pouted as I extracted my hand from between her legs. Liz paused, gave me that seductive smile again, pointed. “Upstairs, first door on the left.”

 

“’Kay,” I said. “Back in a minute.”

 

“You hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded.

 

I excused myself and carefully wandered up the stairs, using the banister to steady myself. My head was spinning badly. I rounded the corner, found the bathroom. My dick was hanging out of my open pants, pointing straight out at an angle. I washed my hands and rinsed my face with cold water. I thought about what was going to happen when I want back downstairs, and stared at my dripping face in the mirror, realizing the blood pressure pounding through my dick wasn’t letting up. I was getting more than a little panicked. Shit, I thought. This isn’t natural. Did Liz drug me?

 

Carefully, I left the bathroom and snuck a look around the corner, used my cell phone to zoom in and snap a picture. I crept back into the bathroom and shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, called Andre. He answered on the second ring. I could hear a crowd, but no music. I guessed he was already at the club, but it was still too early for the band to have started.

 

“Hey mutherfucker,” he shouted over the noise. “’Was’up? Where you at?”

 

“Dude, I’m here.” I hissed.

 

“Where?”

 

I shook my head. He sounded drunker than I felt, but I knew it was more an act for the benefit of whoever was at the bar around him. Andre didn’t drink anything except mineral water. He thought everything else was poison aimed at the righteous black man.

 

“I’m at that party I was telling you about.”

 

It took him a beat. “The bitch party?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?”

 

“Andre, shut up, dammit. I need your help.”

 

“Boy, a real man in yo’ place wouldn’t need no help.” He laughed.

 

I groaned. “Man, I’m not Captain Jim-fucking-Kirk, alright?”

 

More laughter.

 

“Look, I’m sending you a picture. Check it out. I’m trapped here with a couple dozen drunk, freaky women, and as cool as that sounds, I’m not eighteen fucking years old anymore, you know what I’m saying? I need some god-damn, dick-swinging help here, right now!”

 

I could hear Reg in the background, asking what was up. Andre was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Shit, man, I was just fuckin’ around wit’ you, Grove, you know you my boy…”

 

I cut him off. “Just look at the damn picture. Okay? You remember the address?”

 

“Well, yeah. Yeah, homeboy, but…”

 

“Good. Hurry.”

 

I disconnected the line, mailed off the picture. As soon as it was sent, I stood, pocketed the phone and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out into the hall, right in front of a tidal wave of drunk and horny womanhood, surging up the stairs. Sarah and Liz led the charge. They stopped barely a foot away from me. Sarah ran the tip of her riding crop up and down my chest.

 

“Well, well. We thought you ran away.”

 

“Oh, no,” I said, as I was surrounded by the flow of curvaceous, scantily clad bodies. “I was just coming back to join the party.”

 

“That’s very sweet. Liz told me you were a sweet boy.” Sarah smiled, and her eyes no longer held that bright, mischievous quality I thought I’d seen early. Now they looked…hungry.

 

“Yeah, well…” I started. Small, warm hands were slowly touching me, running all over. I noticed Liz take my hand, felt a thick leather strap wrap around my wrist. “Hey, now! Uh, look, why don’t we go back down and…”

 

“I don’t think so, sweet boy.”

 

Sarah looked at Liz, who buckled the leather handcuffs tight. I was pushed and pulled over backwards. I lost my balance and fell into the mass of flesh, and then they were all over me. I struggled, but they pinned me to the floor and easily pulled my arms up over my head, tightened the straps of another cuff on my other arm, and then they started ripping at my clothes. I freaked. Started to yell, and Sarah nodded to Liz. She knelt by my head, I looked at her pleadingly, and when I opened my mouth, she stuffed a hard rubber ball inside, then wrapped it in a leather gag and buckled it around my head. My shoes and socks were pulled off, my pants and underwear followed fast, and my shirt was torn to shreds. Hungry, lusting eyes stared at me from above. More cuffs were clamped around my ankles. Sarah straddled my naked body, lightly stroked my swollen cock with her whip. The damn thing throbbed and twitched as she probed at it.

 

“We’ve come to bring the…party…to you.”

 

***

 

Andre snapped his flip-phone shut, slapped it down on the counter, feeling a little bit pissed at his best friend. He remembered Elizabeth, all right, remembered how fine she was, and he just couldn’t figure why Grove sounded so upset. Reg was sitting on the barstool opposite, staring at him, waiting for him to say something. On stage, Barry and the band were just getting their equipment set up, getting ready for their sound check.

 

            “What?”

 

            “Dunno.” Andre shrugged. “Homeboy’s nuts, man.”

 

            The sound tech in the upper booth called check; on stage, the band’s drummer lit into a groove, then Barry joined in with a heavy, rubbery base line. They sounded good-to-go to Andre. He was standing, ready to join the crowd already pushing up to the edge of the stage, but paused as his cell vibrated. Andre checked the phone’s screen: mail from Grove. He flipped open his phone, hit a button, and his jaw dropped.

 

            “What?” Reg repeated over the roar of the crowd. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?”

 

            “Look.”

 

Andre held out the phone. Reg squinted, blinked, looked up at Andre.

 

“That what I think it is?” he said.

 

Andre just nodded.

 

“We outta here?” Reg asked.

 

A beat, then they both nodded together.

 

“YO! BARRY!”

 

Andre cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed while Reg wildly waved his arms. Barry glanced up, confused, spotted his friends and shrugged, as if to say, what?

“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!”

 

Then they were pushing out of the club, heading towards Andre’s car.

 

***

 

The women dragged me, kicking and squirming, down the hall to the large master bedroom. Liz opened the door, and they hauled me onto a king-size bed. A heavy plastic sheet crackled underneath me. They gathered around the bed, several of them spreading my arms and legs into a wide X-shape. They cuffed my wrists to a heavy iron headboard and my legs to strong iron posts below. They hushed as Sarah straddled my legs, positioned her hips over my knees. She flicked the leather thong at the tip of her riding at my nipples, stinging. She used it to caress me, slid the tip along my jaw.

 

“Now, Sweet,” she whispered. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve been chosen, just for this, specially, by my dear Elizabeth.”

 

Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.

 

Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.

 

“Do you like that, Sweet?” Sarah hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you like being so hard?” She reached between her legs and grabbed me, pulling my shaft towards warm, moist lips. “Just a little special powder that dear Elizabeth slipped into your drinks, so you’ll be able to pleasure us for hours and hours.”

 

I closed my eyes as she sank onto me, wiggling like a snake, her pussy taking me in, inch by inch. A low hum filled the room, and I opened my eyes. Sarah had her whip in one hand, balled into a tiny fist and braced on my chest; the other was busy untying the red satin ribbon binding her corset closed. Her eyes were closed tight, a look of pure rapture etched on her smooth face. In the dim light, her pale skin shined like porcelain. Liz knelt on the bed at the left side of my head, eyes closed, her body swaying slightly. She stroked my hair. The hem of her dress was pulled up over her hips, her fingers lightly rubbing her between her thighs. Blondie was on my right, and she’d taken a different approach: she’d pressed her body against the wall by my trapped hand and jammed my fingers into her pussy. Warm juice flowed down over my wrist. The other women around me chanted in a single, sing-song voice, their eyes flickering, bodies moving as one.

 

Above me, Sarah’s hips began a slow, serpentine writhing. She bent forward; mashing her heavy tits into my chest, the soft muscles in her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as she moved. Her lips grazed my neck, nibbled gently at the hollow of my throat. She opened her eyes and smiled, whipped my side with her crop. I grunted into the gag and my entire body lurched up off the bed with the sudden, stinging pain. She whipped me again, and again, from side to side, each lash stinging, making me twist under her, try to flinch away, but it just drove me further up inside her.

 

“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…”

 

She kept her face level with mine, one hand grabbing my throat, choking me; she hit me harder and faster, until I was bucking spasmodically underneath her, my cock driving up into her pussy. She grunted with effort, and her eyes seemed to cloud over with pleasure as she hurt me, relishing my pain, whipping me into a frenzy.

 

“That’s it…” she moaned softly, “Ummm…so big and hard…,” Her voice changed, dropped to a hiss, a whisper, “You know Sweet, dear Elizabeth slipped you a tiny bit of a very strong drug in each of your drinks…mmmm…that’s it, right…there…mmm, just like that, Sweet…that’s…beautiful…” She gasped and dug her red fingernails into the soft skin of my neck. She swallowed me completely inside, sucking me fully into her warm, juicy cunt. She squirmed happily, rubbing her round bottom on my groin. “Each drink had a large enough dose to make you stay hard and lively for all of us to enjoy you, no matter how many times we decide to take you. Isn’t that wonderful? Mmmmmmm…ohhh…”

 

She licked a finger, ran it down my forehead, over my cheek, and tickled the gag in my mouth. Wiped away the spit oozing down my face; licked her fingers clean. She laughed and began grinding, moving harder and faster, raking her nails over my chest and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I groaned and cried out, the sounds completely muffled. Sarah fucked me slowly, her whip always working, turning my sides a beet red. Tears of paid and frustration joined the saliva pooling on the plastic under my head, but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully with ever tiny squeeze from her pussy.

 

When Sarah finally began to peak, the chanting around us rose to a crescendo. Most of the women I could see were openly masturbating. Sarah pushed away from me, arched her spine and threw her head back. She howled towards the ceiling, her huge tits bouncing, her butt grinding and slapping against my thighs. I fought and fought the urge to cum, but she finally won. She came with a long, sharp cry, her pussy clenching me so hard that I exploded with her, pumping thick white streams of cum, just as her hot juice ran and dribbled down my belly and thighs. Sarah collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I heard other women climax as well. I lay still, my cock still hard; aching and buried deep, moisture dripping onto the plastic sheet under my ass.

 

Minutes passed, and when Sarah sat up again, through the muted light, I could swear her eyes had turned to dark slits.

 

Sarah paused for a moment, distracted, like she was listening for something only she could hear, then smiled and turned to two of the younger women. “Well, well. Susan, Tabitha – it seems that Elizabeth’s friend here has taken it on himself to invite more guests. Most unexpected, but…they are just now arriving. Why don’t you go and greet them, offer them refreshments before bringing them back here, hmm?”

 

I could hear the girls mumble, “Of course, Mistress.” Then I heard Elizabeth’s doorbell chiming - once, twice - quietly, as if from very far away; and then the soft patter of the girls’ footsteps receding down the hall.

 

And while Sarah turned her attention back to me, through a blurry haze of drugs and pain, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself and my friends into.

 

***

 

“There, that’s it.”

 

            Andre drove past the house, hunting for a place to park. That was the address, for sure, her thought, and damn, Grove wasn’t kidding about the party being packed. There were cars lined up halfway up and down the block. He cruised up a short hill, spotted Grove’s car.

 

“Lookie-lookie,” Andre hummed, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb. “Grove even saved a space for us…” How was that for luck? He pulled a fast u-turn, parked right behind Grove’s old Beamer, then they got out and walked.

 

“Damn, will you look at this shit?” Reg whistled when they got close. The house stank of big money.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Andre noticed all the lights were on. “Looks like the party’s still happenin’, Yo.”

 

They followed the walkway to the porch, tapped the doorbell twice. Andre listened to the chime, deep inside, kept humming, feeling loose and horny, remembering the roomful of tiny, half-naked women in the picture Grove sent. Reg kept staring, soaking in the size of the place.

 

***

 

“That’s a good, sweet boy,” Sarah hissed, after the girls had gone. “You’ve given up your seed, as you were chosen to do. And now…”

 

Sarah grabbed her crop in both hands, and pulled hard. A tiny, silver knife slipped from its sheath hidden in the handle of the whip, and my eyes went wide. I tried to scream and shake my head no…no, please, no!; but Liz wrapped a fist in my hair, holding me still. The gleaming blade bit deep, sliced a jagged oval from my naval past my nipples. Fresh blood spurted, mingling with the blood still oozing from the scratches Sarah’s fingernails had dug into my skin. I screamed into the gag and thrashed like a madman. My limbs were still buckled tight, and I flopped uselessly around on the bed. Sarah bent and lapped at the warm, sticky blood flowing from the shallow gash she’d carved.

 

Then, with a sickening, gurgling laugh, Sarah lifted her head to mock my screams, and finally, she showed me her true face.

 

I stared, horrified, at the thing that was Sarah, as her ruby lips blackened and peeled away over glistening needle sharp fangs; her tongue rolled out, long and bloated and covered with bristles that stuck like barbs in my skin, ripping away thin strips of skin as she began to feed. All around me, the women were changing: their smooth, creamy skin giving way to pale, scaly, dead flesh. Round eyes turned to black slits, fingers to claws. And hovering just above me, April’s friend, Elizabeth: the beautiful Elizabeth; bending close, brutally mashing my head to the side, grinning obscenely as her lovely smile distended; hot saliva dripped from the yawning pit of her mouth, burning on my cheek as her jagged teeth tore at my throat…

 

***

 

When the door finally opened, both Andre and Reg thought they’d died and gone to heaven. They were greeted by two phenomenal looking bitches swishing twin crystal drinking glasses that were brimming with scotch poured over chipped ice, and they were decked out in some of the skimpiest, sexiest bra’s and panties Andre had ever seen outside of a magazine.

 

They were still standing there staring, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed, when the girls made the first move. One smiled at Reg, the other at Andre. Without uttering a word, the girls batted their eyes, handed the dumbfounded men the drinks, then took them by the arm and whisked them inside. Reg automatically took a huge swig, downing half the drink in a gulp. The girl on his arm looked on approvingly. Andre looked down at his glass, back at the girl smiling up at him.

 

“Well, hey. Thanks, girl. Mm, damn! What is this, whiskey? How did you know that’s just what I needed?”

 

The girl just kept on smiling. She snuggled close, pressed warm, luscious curves against him. She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Try some.”

 

“Well, yeah, alright…,” Andre gulped at her touch, his crotch jumping to attention. “Let’s get this party started, huh?” Andre reluctantly sipped his drink, hating the booze’s smell, hating the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat, hating the buzz he knew he was going to get from having even just this one glass; wishing to hell it was soda water. But everybody was watching and he didn’t want to play the fool, so he sipped anyway, and that’s when the little Asian cutie on his arm reached out, giggling, and tipped his glass straight up. Ice chips clunked against Andre’s teeth, and the amber liquid splashed down his throat, over his shirt.

 

He came up sputtering, eyes burning, staring at his ruined silk shirt. Reg and the tiny redhead clutching his arm laughed like it was the funniest damn thing they’d ever seen.

 

“Dammit, look at this shit,” he growled.

 

Reg was biting the lip of his glass, still snickering. “Yo, man. You s’posed to drink it. Like this…” He took another gulp, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to his girl. “That’s damn good, baby. Got any more?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” she teased, pulling him over to the bar by the stairwell. “Right over here…”

 

Andre futilely brushed at the alcohol dripping off his chin. The Asian cutie pouted for a second, then stepped closer when he ignored her. She gave him an impish little smile, and then started popping open his shirt buttons.

 

He took an involuntary step back as buttons bounced and scattered onto the polished floor. “Whoa – hey now…!”

 

The girl stared up into Andre’s eyes, her hands massaging his bare chest. “Why don’t you just finish the rest of that, and then come upstairs with me and we’ll get you out of these wet clothes?”

 

“Um, okay…” He mumbled.

 

Andre took a last swig, swallowed with a wince. Then he let her take his hand, and found himself following her up the stairs, staring at her swishing ass. Reg and his girl were already halfway up, Reg stumbling a little, playfully pulling at her panties, the girl not doing much to stop him.

 

Andre’s eyes still stung. His vision blurred and he blinked hard, trying to clear it. The girl’s ass faded in and out. He realized he was about to get laid. Unbelievable. He hoped he wouldn’t have a hard time breaking out the condoms. He tried to think of something witty to say, to help break the tension. Came up with a lame, “So, Baby? What’s your name?”

 

She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.”

 

“Tabitha…” Andre mumbled. He was already feeling a little bit juiced. That was some strong shit she made me guzzle, he thought. “We, uh, we were here to meet up with a friend of ours, a dude named Grover…er, well, he goes by Grove. White boy, but big, tall, you know? Played ball wit’ him back in school in the day…”

 

He was babbling. Shit felt all wrong, he needed some time to sort things out, get through the bleary haze that had taken over most of his skull. Tabitha seemed to notice he was hesitating, took him by the hand. “He’s right up here, sweetheart, in the bedroom with everybody else.”

 

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, as she pulled him on down the hall. “Hey – you say ‘sweetheart’?”

 

            For an answer, Tabitha gave him another enigmatic look, a look that sent his blood pounding.

 

Reg and his girl disappeared into a doorway, through which eager, female faces peeked out. Andre felt his crotch give him a push, felt it taking over, losing control. He was blinking hard now, lurching a little from side-to-side, when Tabitha guided him through the doorway.

 

Andre dropped her hand and glanced around. He shook his head, still trying to clear his vision. It wasn’t working, just making the back of his skull pound. The room started spinning. He closed his eyes and stopped dead, right inside the doorway. Hands reached for him, pulled him partway into the room, yanked at his wet, stained shirt, began unbuckling his pants. He groaned happily, enjoying the beginnings of his erection. The first thing he noticed, when he opened his eyes again, was Reg, completely surrounded by about six hot bitches that were pushing him to the floor, literally ripping off his clothes. Reg was giggling like a girl, halfway naked already, playfully biting at a pair of hard pink nipples swaying just out of his reach.

 

“Holy crap.”

 

Andre felt hands on his hips and looked down at Tabitha, who was kneeling in front of his crotch, pushing his pants down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, almost smacked her in the face. She wrapped him up in a tiny little fist, started pumping. When her lips touched him, Andre heard himself groan with pleasure.

 

He looked back down noticed the floor, some kind of funky carpet…no, not carpet, more like…plastic wrap, spread all over …?

 

Before he could think about what that meant any further, a half dozen women circled him. Fingers ran through his short, spiky dreadlocks. Hands played with his shoulders, his chest, pinched his ass. The crowd of women parted, and Andre glimpsed a hot-looking old bitch, riding the life out of some lucky dude tied to the bed. The dude’s legs and feet quivering, strapped to the headboard by the wrists, his hands knotted into fists clenched so hard the tendons stood out in his forearms. Andre saw something familiar, squinted to get a better look. A tattoo on one of the dude’s forearms, of some Muppet character – just like the one that Grove had done back in high school…

 

The fact took a moment to register. Then Andre called to his friend.

 

“Grove?”

 

            The woman straddling Grove turned and growled at the interruption, gnashing wickedly sharp teeth, wiping at a red smear dribbling down her chin. Another face that Andre recognized looked up as well, and he gasped. Elizabeth – or what passed for Elizabeth now. Both women were covered in blood; blood that was still weakly spurting from Grove’s skinned chest. Bare bone shone under crimson stained gristle. Grove’s body twitched spasmodically; free of Elizabeth’s grip, his head lolled forward, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, focused, then came to rest on Andre.

 

            Grove moaned wetly, whispered through bloody foam, “Help me…”

 

 Andre’s eyes popped open, his vision suddenly very clear. And then, Reg started screaming. Andre turned to see his friend being eaten alive…

 

            “Oh, holy fucking shit! Reg…”

 

            Andre felt needle sharp teeth bite into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Something hissed down by his groin, and he squealed in pain, jerked backwards as Tabitha bit into his penis, tearing away a mouthful of the organ with a spray of blood. Andre grabbed at his wounded manhood, tangled his feet in his pants and fell into the hall. He tried to crawl away from the horror, clawing at the thick carpet, mewling like a kitten. But strong hands grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back into the bedroom. He struggled, but it was useless. Women covered him and he was flipped over, held easily in place on the floor as Reg’s howls became fainter, turned into a weak gurgling.

 

            The old woman slithered off Grove’s supine body, stood over Andre as he whimpered in fear and pain. She knelt, straddling his hips, bared her teeth in a wide, gory smile.

 

            “Welcome,” she hissed in a voice that wasn't remotely human, “to the party.”

 

            Andre had time to scream, once. And then the women began to feed.

 

 

~ Fin ~

 

 

Angie and John married when they were both in their mid thirties. She had a succession of

affairs during her motherless teenage years. Her mother abandoned Angie, her dad and a

younger sister. Later at twenty-something she was engaged to be married. The groom-to-be

disappeared one day. Though she tried, she didn't think she would ever find her "Prince

Charming". All of the good men were married, which didn't seen to matter to her. She became

easily attracted to men. In other words, she was horny almost all the time and she rather enjoyed

fucking other women's husbands. She was single and a government employee at a military

installation which gave her a wide assortment of available, and unavailable men.

 

Before she married John, Angie had been involved in numerous affairs with married men. She was

no bimbo, but she was a cunt. She would become acquainted with the wives of her paramours, then

reveal their husband's indiscretions. Somewhere in her deluded mind this might have given her

some dark secret pleasure because she thought she was "saving" the marriage by doing so..........but

it also caused a stinking uproar every time. This effectively shed her of one adulterous liaison in

order to search for the next. Still, while intelligent and deep, she had conflicted feelings about

her sexuality and her religious beliefs. She would revert to her beliefs when unattached. She

considered herself a good Christian, but when it came to sex, her weakness as she called it, she

could not help herself. Sometimes, she said, she got so horny she could fuck a tree.

 

Angie Lee looked forward to joining her husband John overseas. He was in the military and by

necessity left her behind till he was settled and had adequate quarters assigned. Sometimes this

took months. However, she had traveled to Europe in her younger days and remembered again the

brief but passionate affairs. They were both mature enough to understand each other's sexual

needs and found common ground concerning their expected separations.

 

Angie attracted men easily because she was quite direct in her approach....she hit on them in a shy

and coy sort of way. Not romantically inclined, she just wanted to fuck something new. She was

no beauty, quite plain even, but she had a wonderful body perfected with rigorous daily exercise.

She was light-skinned and purposely avoided sunlight to keep it that way. Her features were

gypsy-like, dark-haired and light-eyes, of average height.

 

After an five month wait, she joined John and quickly met his military friends and their wives.

They were a friendly, close knit group of people. They worked hard and they played hard,

together. John seemed to gravitate to a younger group of special friends in their twenties. His

best friend was a young man named Ted. His wife Dot was a local girl, outgoing and a lot of fun to

be around. Dot was also very beautiful. She was blonde, slim and tall, green-eyed, and

long-legged. Although Dot was somewhat bohemian, Angie liked her immediately.

 

John and Angie's free time were spent sight-seeing and shopping for souvenirs. John showed her

all the places he had been to before she got there. Weekend evenings were spent mostly

gathering with friends, dining and dancing. One of John's favorite places was a small gasthaus

near their housing area. It was run by an American ex-serviceman. Everyone called it Gene's

Place. It was very popular with the American military crowd. Angie never smoked cigarettes or

drank caffeine or alcoholic beverages. Her considered her body the temple of her soul.

Secretly, she kept a bottle of Morgan David blackberry wine in the kitchen cabinet. To settle

her nerves, she told herself. At Gene's Place she would occasionally sip wine from her husband's

glass. This led to many refills for John. It got to be a source of humor with their friends. Angie

and John drank wine from one glass.

 

Angie looked forward to their evenings out. They would dine out and bar hop and dance with his

friends till the wee hours. The wine curbed her inhibitions and she enjoyed the new scene

immensely. She knew that European women had a different perspective about life. For instance,

they did not wait to be asked to dance by the men and took to the dance floor with each other

without hesitation. She noticed that Ted's wife Dot danced with a lot of the women, especially

with Rod's girlfriend, Goody.

 

Angie learned that Goody was Dot's best friend. Rod was one of the young servicemen in the their

unit. He was a big, good looking farm boy. He was shy, soft spoken and well mannered. One

particular evening when she had just come off the dance floor sweaty and very tipsy, she sat on

her husband's lap. John ignored her while he talked with someone else at the table. With one arm

draped around John's neck she watched Dot and Goody enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

Then it dawned on her. Why didn't Dot dance with her? Seems Dot had danced with everyone in

the place but never with her. Angie herself had never danced with any of the other women, there

were plenty of willing male partners, mostly John, Ted and Rod. But Dot had never pulled her to

the dance floor like she did Goody.

 

When the music stopped, Angie watched Dot and Goody make their way from the dance floor to

the lady's room. She decided to join them. They were having so much fun. She walked into the

lady's room as several other women were going out. She could hear Dot and Goody laughing and

talking with each other in the stalls. She glanced in the mirror and unsteadily poked at her hair

and make-up in the mirror. She was about to say something to the girls when she realized that

they were in the same stall together. She froze at the mention of her name. They didn't know

she was there.

 

"I haven't seen you dance with Angie yet." She heard Goody say to Dot.

 

"No, but I'd like to get her out there and give her gorgeous ass a good squeeze. I don't think

she'd go for it though. She's not the type." Although Angie was plain, she was narcissistic about her wonderful figure and indeed possessed a gorgeous pear-shaped ass.

 

"You mean she wouldn't like it if you did this to her?" Angie heard Dot catch her breath.

 

"No.....I mean, yes, that. Do that........mmmmmmmm! Hurry Goody........a quickie!"

 

Angie heard Dot's breath coming faster and the sounds of sexual pleasure were unmistakable.

She held her breath fearing that she'd be discovered. Listening closely she thought, "What are

these two girls doing?" Then it dawned on her. "They're pleasuring each other! No, how could

they be lesbians? Dot is married to Ted, and Rod is Goody's boyfriend. But they certainly were

engaged in sexual misbehavior," she thought. She could hear them moaning softly. And Angie's

breasts were swelling like they do when she's horny. "Oh, my god, this is turning me on!" Angie's

hands grasped at her hardening nipples. When they got like that they required attention. She

thought of her breasts as the "keys to the kingdom". Get these and the rest comes with it. She

felt the wetness coming. She had never been confronted with a situation such as this and never

for a moment did she think she would react like this.

 

Angie heard Dot, "Um! Um! Oh, Goody!" Angie never dwelled upon sex with another woman. She

liked cock too much. And, size did indeed matter. There had been a couple of times when she set

aside her preference for well endowed men so she could indulge herself in another of her secret

passions. She had been introduced to the pleasures of anal sex. Hedonism was another character

trait she denied. She decided she had made the right decision with John, size-wise. He was

large, so she had resigned herself. No anal sex in her marriage. Not since one of her brief

affairs with an older and understanding married man. He was average size, but the intense

pleasures he gave her when he fucked her in the ass were unforgettable.

 

Listening to the girls for what seemed like hours, she had unconsciously slipped one hand to her

slit, pulling her panty crotch aside. She was on her way to an orgasm when she heard the door

open. She quickly regained her composure and hurriedly left the lady's room. She had just sat

down at the table when Dot and Goody, arms around each other's waists, approached the table

through the crowded floor. Angie couldn't keep her eyes off the girls the rest of the evening.

She watched them dance closely, their hips undulating and pressing close. Their summer dresses

barely hiding their legs slipping between and into each other's crotches. Angie was horny.

Ignoring the conversation and again sitting on her husband's lap, she unconsciously hugged his neck

and rubbed his chest as she watched the girls.

 

At closing time, Goody invited all back to her apartment. John made excuses to his

understanding friends. Outside the establishment Dot and Goody gave John friendly kisses,

"Really friendly," thought Angie, but she had other things on her mind and she was pleased John

wanted to get her straight home. Angie enjoyed the round of hugs and kisses as they parted.

She pressed herself to Ted and Rod. Goody was a pleasurable squeeze with her ample breasts.

Dot's slimness, much like her own, made her shiver. "Was that the tip of her tongue? Accidental?"

thought Angie. Then she thought about the scene in the lady's room again.

On the way home she was still highly aroused. She was anxious to get into bed with her husband.

She cuddled up close to him in the front seat and unzippered his pants. John was surprised at her

enthusiasm and was instantly hard.

 

"What's up sweetheart," John asked surprised at her gropes, but pleased.

"Your dick, I hope," Angie replied with her lilting laugh. He rarely heard such language from her,

but he knew she was drunk. He had seldom seen her drunk before. She seemed happier and her

liked her this way. Uninhibited. With her head in John's lap she pulled his hard on out of his

pants and greedily stuffed it in her mouth. She pulled her dress up and slipped her finger down

her panties once more. When they got home she led John to the living room couch, climbed on top

and furiously fucked him without undressing. In her passion she hurriedly knelt on the floor with

elbows on the couch and presented her upturned buttocks to him. She loved it from behind. John

unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor as he knelt behind Angie. He held his

engorged penis to her cunt lips. He entered her easily.

 

"Yessss, Johnny. Fuck me, Johnny!" John slid his large cock slowly into her little by little. at

her urging he quickened his pace. "Wait!" She tried unsuccessfully to place his erection in her

nether hole.

 

"You know we can't do that, baby, much as I'd like to." He rubbed his large penis around her

asshole and she became even more excited.

 

"Please Johnny! Leave it there! Just pretend to fuck me in the ass!" Then, "No, no. Stop. It

won't go in." She was at last satisfied with several good orgasms then passed out face down on

the couch. John sat on the floor next to her, smoking a cigarette and wondering what had put

her in such a great mood. He was glad she was enjoying herself lately.

Then he imagined what was going on at Goody's apartment. He remembered the last time he was

there and he got hard again. Angie lay sprawled and out cold next to him. He fondled his penis

then reached over to his wife and massaged her buttocks. "She does have a great body. So does

Goody. And Dot. Angie, Goody, and Dot," he thought, and it gave him pleasure to think about the

three. "Naw, never happen." But, he could imagine.

 

Sunday morning at breakfast she was happy and eager to talk about the good time they'd had

the night before. She asked, "Johnny, what do you know about Dot and Goody?"

 

He thought for a moment before he responded. He couldn’t tell her everything.

"Well, Dot and Goody have been good friends for a long time. They used to work together. Goody

met Rod at Gene's Place. They like to go out together with Dot. Then Rod introduced them to

Ted. Dot and Ted married a couple of years ago. He was my sponsor when I got here. They

showed me around town and they've had me over for dinner a few times. Goody has her own very

nice apartment on the Wilhelmstrasse. Why do you ask?"

 

"Just curious." She paused. John did not press the issue and pretended to read his newspaper.

He remembered he still had a key to the apartment.

 

"Johnny, do you think Dot and Goody are more than just good friends?"

"What do you mean, Angie?" Then thought, "She's onto something here."

 

"Last night they were fooling around with each other in the lady's room."

 

"Fooling around with each other?" He knew exactly what she meant. They liked to fool around

with each other. They liked to fool around with him too, but that came to a halt after Angie got

there. He remembered being teasingly jacked off under the table or outdoors on the veranda at

Gene's Place by one or both of them.

 

"It's unlikely that they're lesbians, but I definitely think they're bisexual, Johnny. Have you ever

seen them together like that?"

 

John thought, "Boy have I! Is that what got Angie all worked up last night? She suspects

something." He knew the girls wanted his wife included in their little group. She had to find out

sooner or later. "Yeah, they were lovers before Dot and Ted got married, honey, you know how

European women are. They're very liberal about their relationships with each other."

 

"I would hate for Ted to find out, it would devastate him," Angie told him. Then the light came

on over her head. "Wait a minute, if you know about it, Ted must know about it, right?"

 

The wheels in John's head were turning furiously. How far should he go. "Yes, he knows of

course."

 

"And he doesn't care?" Angie asked.

 

"It's not that he doesn't care, Angie. They like to party together. They're young. They have a

good time, they're swingers."

 

"Group sex? How awful, Johnny! How can they do that? It's sinful and I've never done anything

like that. I don't know if I can associate further with people like that!"

 

The conversation was beginning to irritate John. "Come on, Angie Lee! How many guys have you

had sex with? And, the married guys? Neither of us were virgins when we got married. As far as

I know they have not had sex with as many people as you have. Just together. Both girls, and

Rod were virgins till they met and the girls arranged a menage-a'-trois with him." After a minute

of silence, he continued, "Ted was the most worldly of the three having spent a tour in the far

east before he came here. And, you haven't told me what you did to cope for the past five

months either. I know you can't go that long without sex." She was speechless. John added,

"Hate the sin, love the sinners, remember?" She kept quiet. He went back to his paper. "Oh

shit, what must she be thinking?"

Angie had intended to tell him about getting laid back home while he was gone. She had tired of

her old dildo during their separation. He was very understanding. It was ok, "just be careful,"

was his attitude. She appreciated that in him and it weighed heavily when she succumbed to her

weakness and knew she would have to confess. Her mind was grinding away trying to absorb the

information. She had to think about this. "The four probably went to Goody's apartment to fuck

last night".

 

Angie thought about it all week. It crossed her mind that she could fuck someone's husband

without all the hostility it usually caused. It could happen on much friendlier terms. Much

friendlier. It was all she could think about. It made her horny. She masturbated every day that

week, sometimes twice. She and John had sex every night that week like when they first met.

 

John wondered if there was a connection between their conversation about Dot and Goody and the

sudden increase in her sexual appetite. She was still unaware of his involvement. The next time

she brought up the subject was as she lay panting after an orgasm with John's cock still quivering

inside her.

 

"Johnny, last weekend, when they left us at Gene's Place, do you think they went to party at

Goody's apartment?"

 

He remembered as he replied, "They probably opened another bottle of wine and sucked and

fucked each other till breakfast." He remembered Goody coming out of the shower with Ted one

Sunday morning while he had Dot's legs draped over his shoulders as he fucked her on their bed.

 

"What do you think they do, Johnny?" She was humping his cock again and pulling his butt to her

with both her hands.

 

"Rod told me," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, "that Goody and Dot sixty-nine and while they're

eating each other he and Ted fuck them from behind." He was remembering again and slowing

fucking his wife with renewed vigor. Long strokes, like he did with Dot and Goody.

 

"Oh, god! That's so hot, Johnny! What else?" She gasped, held him tighter and fucked back.

 

"Then they switch," John laughed, "and Goody likes to sit on Dot's face while she sucks on Ted's

cock and Rod fucks Dot." "She's getting off on this," thought John. So was he.

 

Rapidly and breathlessly she asked, "Rod fucks Dot? In front of Ted? And Ted fucks Goody too?"

She had already figured that out, she just enjoyed the sex-talk. "Do they butt-fuck too, Johnny?"

But, before John could answer, "Ohhhh my god, Johnny! I'm cumming!" Then, still panting, "Why

weren't we invited, Johnny?"

 

In the dark, John's eyes popped wide open. His mind raced. "Maybe?" Then, " We were, sweetheart, I just didn't think you would want to get involved in something like that with those kind of people," he said dryly.

 

Angie heard her words fed back to her. She was feeling very, very weak. "I do now," she

whispered to herself as she fell asleep. John heard.

 

"What a nice young man that Rod is, and what a nice long cock he has. Cock? Why am I seeing his

cock?" The question was set aside as she further admired the long, slender penis with such a

large bulbous helmet. In her entire life she had never been in such an aroused state. She felt

wonderfully warm pressed by flesh like this. And a soft tongue was licking her pussy. She woke

from her dream the next morning fingering her clit.

 

John woke shortly thereafter to find his wife sucking his cock. When she had swollowed his cum,

she wiped her mouth, and asked, "What's the plan for the weekend, Johnny?"

 

John cautiously replied, "Oh, I don't know, would you like to ride down the Rhine and take in a

couple of castles? We could spend the night at one of those hostels along the river." He knew she

wasn't interested in castle hopping.

 

Angie was trying not to sound too anxious, but suggested, "Why don't we just take in a movie this

afternoon then have dinner at Gene's Place? We can ask Dot and Ted to join us if they don't have

any plans."

 

What could he say? "Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart."

 

Angie was thinking, "I can't stand it another day." The morning went by altogether too slow. Before they left their quarters, Angie went to the kitchen cabinette and poured herself a glass of

blackberry wine. Then another.

 

They met Dot and Ted at the base exchange theater. Angie greeted them excitedly and for the

first time conciously gave them both a very friendly hello kiss. Dot was pleasantly surprised when

Angie took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. John and Ted had gone to fetch

refreshments. They chose to sit in the loge seats in the upper back rows and waited for their

men.

 

After a few pleasantries, Angie asked, "Have you known Goody a long time, Dot?"

 

"Since I was eighteen. I met her when I got my first job. We worked together at a champagne

factory in Mainz." Angie was still holding Dot's hand in hers. "She's really a sweet person. Do you like her, Angie?"

 

"I think she's a very sexy lady. Her waist is so tiny and she has beautiful hips. And such

breasts! You're athletic like me, aren't you, Dot? I exercise regularly."

 

"I try. And yes, Goody is very sexy." "I wonder where she's going with this," Dot thought. Dot

could smell the red wine on Angie's breath. "You're pretty sexy yourself, Angie."

 

"Do you think so, Dot? I value your opinion. Do you think I have a gorgeous ass? Freudian slip.

"Uh, I mean, do you think I have a nice figure?" Angie had not intended to say that, but the glass

of Morgan David and her state of mind made it difficult not to blurt out what she was thinking.

 

"Where have I heard those words before," thought Dot. Then she was slightly embarrassed when

she remembered last Saturday night in the toilet stall with Goody. "Ok, Angie. I said that to

Goody at Gene;s Place last weekend. Were you there when I said it?"

 

"I didn't really want to let on, Dot, and I'm sorry I was eavesdropping. It's just that I want to be

friends like you and Goody."

 

"Like Goody? Really like Goody? Did Johnny tell you about me and Goody, is that it?" Angie pulled Dot's hand to her own knee. Dot wondered how much she knew.

 

"Yes, just like Goody," she leaned over and whispered into Dot's ear.

 

Dot placed her hand inside Angie's knee. She pulled it toward her own and squeezed. Angie caught her breath. The men were coming up the aisle with the popcorn.

 

John and Ted looked for the girls and saw them sitting in the back rows. The seats rose steeply up

to the back projection wall so that they could only see head and shoulders. Heads close together

whispering. Angie was sitting to Dot's right and as they approached saw that Dot had her right

hand between Angie's knees. Angie sat with downcast eyes and did not look up as Ted stepped by

to sit on Dot's left and John sat next to his wife on the far right. Dot saw them smiling at each

other but made no comment. Dot released Angie's knee as her husband joined her.

 

Their attention was on the screen but the girls had joined hands. A few minutes later, Angie and

Dot had slipped their hands to each other's knees, their arms crossing in the middle and their legs

slightly parted. They were both wearing short skirts so that the men had a clear view of their

wive's legs and thighs. Dot softly caressed Angie's inner thigh and Angie wasted no time in doing

the same for Dot although their eyes were still on the screen. Dot's fingers ventured further up

Angie's thigh till her fingers brushed Angie's pussy through the panty cloth. Dot moved the panty

cloth aside and found Angie's pubic hair. When Dot's middle finger found the wetness, it delved

between Angie's labia and stroked her cleft, up and down, easily finding Angie's clitoris. Angie's

heart was pounding and her breathing elevated but her eyes never left the screen. Then she

became aware that her right hand was fondling John's hard on through his pants. Her eyes then

left the screen to look down to her husband's crotch. John slouched forward and unzipped his fly

whereupon Angie reached inside to find his cock wet with precum. She pulled on it slowly and at

the same time found Dot's bare pussy with her left hand. She turned to Dot and leaned close. Dot

turned to Angie and heard her whisper in pleasant surprise, "You're not wearing panties!"

 

"I never do," Dot replied. "And I never, ever wear a bra. Look, feel." Angie pulled her right hand

out of her husband's fly to feel Dot's breasts. Through the flimsy material she could feel small

but firm breasts. She pinched the hardened nipples. It was then that she saw Dot's left hand

firmly grasping Ted's penis.

 

Dot saw her looking, "You may feel that too if you want," Dot whispered in her ear. Angie's hand

left Dot's breasts and her fingers wrapped around Ted's cock enclosing Dot's fingers too. She

leaned over Dot's legs and pulled on Ted's penis, her mouth open, but could not quite get her

mouth over it. Dot looked over at a smiling John who had exposed his cock and was pointing it at

her as he stroked it. It had been a while since she'd enjoyed that handsome appendage and was

looking forward to it again. Angie sat back up then all four slouched down in their seats. Angie and Dot continued fingering each other's cunts. They quietly gave each other their first orgasms of the

weekend in the back rows of the base theater.

 

Dot saw Angie still looking at Ted's cock and whispered, "Do you want them to switch seats?."

Angie's pussy was still throbbing from her cum and was beyond the reach of any diminishing

inhibitions. She wanted to fully enjoy the moment.

 

"Johnny," she whispered to her husband, "Would you like to swap?"

 

"Huh?" He wasn't quite sure for a minute.

 

"Seats, John, would you like to swap seats with Ted?" Hesitantly, she added, "Come on, Johnny,

let's enjoy ourselves. I know all about it"

 

The smiling men stood up and, facing their wives, sidestepped past them, dicks wagging in the dim

light, to swap seats. Angie then sat sideways, leaned down and sucked Ted's cock into her mouth

thinking, "It's not as big as John's cock, but it will do very nicely." Ted fondled her long dark hair in both his hands till she swallowed his load. She looked to her left at Dot who's head was buried in John's lap, her exposed asscheeks pointed toward Angie. She could not resist putting her hand into Dot's crack to feel that wonderfully bare-blond pussy. The thought of burying her tongue in Dot's swollen labia occurred to her. She had thought what Dot and Goody did to each other, but had never licked a woman's cunt. This was a special occasion though, and she knew she would do it before the night was over. It would have to wait till later. Angie was looking forward to seeing Goody's apartment later.

 

Dot was thinking, "This lady is hot tonight! She obviously needs to get thoroughly ravished." She

came on to Dot and it didn't bother her at all giving head to each other's husbands. Dot was going

to make sure Angie got what she wanted and have fun breaking her in to something new. They left

the darkened theater before the movie ended.

 

At Gene's place, they ordered dinner and wine. Angie had her own glass tonight. From the moment

they had left the theater, John and Ted amused themselves teasing the girls about their

performance and Angie's attempt to keep her orgasm quietly. They were all feeling good and

enjoyed the laughs.

 

Making sure Dot and Ted overheard him, John hugged his wife to him, "Did you enjoy Dot's

fingers, Angie?"

 

"Ummmm, yes Johnny, and did you enjoy the blow-job she gave you?"

 

"Yes, sweetheart, she's very good. I know Ted enjoyed your mouth too since I know how good you

are." And they all laughed.

 

"Thank you dear, you're so understanding," she mockingly responded to her husband. "But I hope

the fun's not over yet," she laughed back.

 

Dot and Ted looked at each other at Angie's comment. Ted spoke softly to Dot, "I want to watch

you make her cum."

 

Dot kissed his mouth, then replied, "I want you fucking her while I make her cum, baby."

 

Angie barely heard. She knew they were talking about her. She placed one leg over her husband's knees under the table. John promptly ran his fingers up to her wet panties. She was breathing hard from dancing, but he knew his wife and that in this condition she was going to be horny all night. He was anticipating an encounter with her and his friends. While she was in this heightened state of arousal he planned to give her encouragement. He was also having visions of Dot, Angie, and Goody together while Angie's groping hands fondled his hard on.

 

As they came in the door, Goody and Rod shouted and waved to the four already at their favorite

table in the corner. Angie watched and waved as they approached the table. She remembered her

dream of Rod. She then focused her attention on Goody. "God, she's gorgeous," thought Angie.

Angie watched as Goody gave John, Ted and Dot the same full-mouth kisses. Young Rod kissed Dot

good-heartedly and fun-like but was hesitant when it was Angie's turn. John knew Rod was shy and

gave Angie Lee a gentle push toward Rod. Angie wanted him to like her so she drew close and

pressed herself to him. He was taller so she had to stand on tip-toes, threw one arm around his

neck and the other around his waist to kiss him on the lips. She could also feel the bulge in his

pants. They were all laughing at Rod's discomfort. When Goody was within reach Angie wrapped

her arms around her small waist and hugged her tightly feeling her friend's breasts and hips

against her. The image of Goody and Dot together crossed her mind. Goody looked over

Angie's shoulder at Dot with a questioning smile. Dot and Goody could read each other's minds.

Dot pursed her lips and tilted her head toward Angie. Goody understood.

 

The next thing Angie knew, she was flicking her tongue back into Goody's mouth. Goody, was caught off guard, but she was so horny that she returned the kiss almost unconsciously. Goody, looking at Dot again reached around and placed her hand on Angie's buttocks and playfully squeezed. They both laughed uproariously.

 

All the smiles around them understood that Angie had cum into the fold, so-to-speak. Angie,

almost embarrassed and eyes down-cast, turned to her husband, then looked at Dot who was smiling

at her. It then dawned on her how involved John had been with these women. Before she could

dwell on the subject Dot reached out to take Angie's hand in hers and squeezed enthusiastically. "We're going to have fun to-night, baby! Come, dance with me!"

 

The dance floor was crowded. Angie was overwhelmed with pleasure as she danced with this

beautiful blond girl. Their hips and legs touched repeatedly. Angie felt their breasts pleasantly

rub into each other. Dot pulled her tight at times and slipped her leg between Angie's thighs so that she could feel her mound rubbing on her Dot’s leg.

 

The evening's merriment continued with wine, song and dance. During the last slow dance with her

husband, Angie nibbled on John's ear and whispered, "Are you alright with this Johnny? I mean

are we going to be ok with this?"

 

"Angie, I wanted to tell you more about Goody and......."

 

"Johnny," she put her fingers to his lips. "I've wanted to confess to you too, but not now. It was a

boring fuck compared to what I've done with Dot today, anyway. Let's enjoy and go with the flow.

Do you want to Johnny?"

John agreed saying, "Sweetheart, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you want. I want to see

you and the girls together like I've seen them together."

 

"Ohhh, Johnny, was it good? Did you make them cum with this?" She rubbed her pelvis into him.

 

"Yes," he replied, "and they will do the same for you."

 

Angie rubbed her mons into her husband's hard on as they danced and whispered hoarsely into his

ear, "What about Ted and Rod. Can I fuck them too, Johnny?" She was close to an orgasm on the

dance floor. "Ask them if they're ready to go, Johnny. I want to fuck. I'm so horny I could fuck a tree.." John was thinking, "Boy, this is gonna be good!"

 

Just about that time, Dot appeared behind Angie and put her arms around both of them pressing

her pelvis tightly to Angie's behind. Angie pressed back and leaned her head backwards towards

Dot's face.

"Let's go, Dot, I'm ready."

 

"I'll bet you are, sweetheart," Dot replied then kissed Angie's mouth, tongue probing. They

finished their drinks and all headed out into the street.

John's Corvair allowed a tight fit for three passengers in the rear and bucket seats in front.

 

"Ted, you and Goody cum in the back with me," Dot said laughingly to them. "Angie can sit on Rod's lap up in front."

 

Goody replied, "I'll cum with you in the back darling, but Angie on Rod's lap should be fun to

watch." Then making sure Angie was listening said, "You know how easy he gets hard. He's always hard when we dance."

 

"He's always hard when I dance with him," Dot added, laughing.

 

Rod was getting hard listening to the girls talk about his hard on. Angie was smiling at him to his

great embarrassment as she climbed into the front seat on his lap.

 

Angie's Ride Home...Chap 5

Dot, Goody, and Ted squeezed into the back seat and Angie climbed onto Rod's lap in the front passenger seat of John's Corvair. Angie leaned sideways toward John with her left arm around his neck and her head on his shoulder as he drove away. John made his way through the late-night city traffic to Goody's apartment. They all poked fun at Rod who was enjoying Angie's derriere on his swelling member. Angie's short skirt was mostly up around her hips. Her panty covered crotch nestled in Rod's lap.

"Johnny," Angie said in her husband’s ear, "He's getting a hard-on. I can feel it."

John whispered loudly in reply so everyone in the back heard, "He does get a big one sweetheart," then laughing.

From the back seat, Goody warned, "You'd better be careful with that monster you're sitting on, Angie."

As his hard-on grew under Angie, Rod needed to adjust his crotch, so he shifted......spread his legs apart and Angie ended up sitting astride his left leg. Her legs straddled Rod's thigh. Angie felt Rod's large dick-head as it grew under his pants.... pushing forward against the crack of her ass. She lifted slightly and slid back to make better contact. When she did, she found herself firmly trapping his long cock in her crotch against her panty-covered labia. She groaned into John's neck and dry-fucked Rod's length. Her soaked panties seeped onto Rod’s pants where only the cloth separated the pair’s throbbing genitals.

Angie Lee was enjoying the frottage but it was not enough. She wanted...... no....she needed more. She moved her hand to her pussy and rubbed it quickly before she hooked her panty crotch with her fingers and pulled it aside. Now only Rod's pants separated her cunt from Rod’s cock. Rod's pant leg was soaked with Angie's wetness. She wanted another "public" cum like she had with Dot earlier in the day in the base theater. She was panting and sucking a hickey on her husband's neck as her hips undulated on Rod's lap.

Because she had a fondness for fucking in semi-public places she was very aware that the car-load of her new friends knew she was getting fucked in their presence. The thought drove her to new heights of steamy lust. She was in a state of total abandon. She loved it.

 

 

She looked into the back seat to see Dot's leg draped over Ted's lap and Goody's hands between her friend's legs. When their eyes met, Goody leaned forward to Angie, "Are you fucking him, sweetheart? Pull it out and fuck him, Angie." At the same time Goody had reached out and placed her fingers at Angie's mouth. Angie could smell the pungent aroma the juices on her fingers produced and recognized the newly family scent of Dot.

Goody reached forward between the bucket seats and pushed her hand under Angie who lifted her ass slightly to allow Goody to feel her wet pussy. Goody, palm up, maneuvered her fingers past Angie's panty crotch to find her labia.

"Schatzie, you are wet!" said Goody. Angie caught her breath as Goody's fingers brushed her clit. Goody's fingers left her, then she felt and heard Rod's fly being undone. Goody reached into Rod's pants, then tugged and pulled his turgid cock out. She squeezed the long cock, "Oooh! You’ve got a nice one there, Rod,." Then stretched Angie's panty crotch to allow the long cock in one side and out the other. Angie sat back down and brought her pussy firmly on its length and slid back and forth with it between her pussy lips from her opening to her clit. It was like riding a greased banister rail.

"Oh, Johnny! I want him inside me," she panted breathlessly as she sucked on her husband's neck feeling Rod's cock at her throbbing cunt-hole and her husband’s cock in her right hand. "I love this cock," she thought.

"Do it, baby." John replied as he turned his head towards her and kissed her lips. "I'll drive around the block again." Then, glancing at Rod, "Fuck her, boy! She needs it bad!" John relished the thought of Rod fucking Angie. Rod, ever the gentleman and without a word, eagerly followed John’s instructions. John passed the apartment and kept driving with his wife's mouth latched to his neck and her right hand stroking his penis.

Angie slid her wet cunt forward till Rod's bulbous head nestled at her nether hole for just a moment, knowing that she could never fit this one in there.....either. Rod pushed his dick-head in just past her labia. Angie slid back and Rod slipped forward into her warm, wet hole. She took his long cock, little by little, by little.

"Oh!" she said each time it slid in a little further. "Oh! Oh, oh, oh, ooooh!" Angie rode Rod's long slender cock with her left arm around her husband's neck and her right hand grasping his now fully erect cock. She wanted to suck it but couldn't figure how to get it in her mouth without losing the wonderful appendage in her hot cunt. One of Angie's favorite fantasies while having sex was to suck on a second penis but she had never experienced a threesome. "I'm going to make that fantasy cum true tonight," she thought. She was encouraged by the trio in the back seat.

"What are you riding on, Angie?" In the dark and moving vehicle, Angie looked into the back seat in response to the question. She could just barely see Goody finger-fucking Dot. In the passing lights, Angie and Dot looked for each other's faces, and their lust-full eyes met, momentarily . Ted had

his hands full of Goody's breasts and John kept driving around the block enjoying his wife's hand-job knowing the screwing she was getting from young Rod. John was thinking ahead to when they all got into Goody's apartment. It had been a while since he'd been there last. He had fucked Dot and Goody there quite a few times. Now he felt he could repay the kindness of his friends with Angie Lee and she could fulfill her fantasies.

John smiled as he drove down the boulevard.

Angie released her husband's cock, then with her hands on the dashboard, lifted her buttocks with Rod's penis halfway inserted in her pussy. She lifted it till it was vertical, then plunged down on it. Rod's long cock slid easily up into her womb.

"Oooooh, gawwwd! Johnnyyyyy! It's innnnn! Soooo, oh, oh! Deep!" Her head was pressed up against the head liner and her back was arched. Rod's hands were grasping her breasts from behind and Angie's hands were about to tear the leather off the dash. John knew Rod was plumbing new depths with his wife. John was large and thick but he had seen Rod's cock when the boy had

fucked both the girls on previous visits to Goody's den of pleasure. Rod was longer than he was, not as thick.......but long with a large bulbous helmet. Angie was thoroughly enjoying the front-seat fuck.

Goody again reached between the seats and grasped Rod's prick at the base. Angie's wet cunt pressed down on Goody’s knuckles with every down-stroke. It was too much for Angie. She came with a screeching howl as Rod's cock jerked and twitched and unloaded into her. Cheers from the back seat joined-in with her. Breathing hard Angie turned her head toward the back seat and smiled at them. "More. I want more."

John pulled into the courtyard at Goody's apartment building. Angie was still breathless and panting. She rocked on Rod's still-hard cock buried deep inside her when her husband turned the ignition off.

"Ok Angie, get off it and let us out," Dot said from the back seat.

Angie turned to John and whispered, "Thank you, darling, it was so good. " Then kissing Rod on his nose, "Oh, thank you too Rod. Can I have more of that tonight?" She kissed the boy on the mouth before he could manage a coherent reply then laughed and squirmed around on his dick before lifting herself off. Angie got out of the car and leaned against it. She was a little unsteady from the wine and the orgasm. Dot came out of the back seat and put her arm around Angie's waist.

"Are you ok, Angie?" Then added, "It was good, wasn't it?" Angie smiled at Dot.

"He sure has a long dick, doesn't he?"

"Yes, I know," said Dot. "I've had it before. Actually he was the first man I ever fucked before Ted. I got very randy watching you and Rod from the back seat."

"Yes, I saw you watching and I could see Goody giving you a helping hand," Angie replied laughing. "Did you like Johnny's big cock too........before I got here, I mean?"

Dot walked Angie, arm still around her, to the apartment entrance. "Yes, I really enjoyed fucking your husband. I guess you’re ok with that now? "

They stopped in the shadows waiting for the others. Dot pulled Angie close to kiss her. "I fucked John a few times before, and I want to fuck him again tonight."

As they kissed Dot placed her hand at Angie's wet panty crotch. She inserted her fingers into Angie's labia and rubbed gently. "I really enjoyed fucking him. And, I want to see you fuck Ted. He’s not as big as John or Rod, but.....he’s just right for other places."

"Oh, Dot! You're soooo good to me! I want to make love to you, Dot," Angie whispered as Dot's fingers delved further into her pussy. She could feel Rod's cum dribbling out onto Dot's fingers. Angie also fumbled for Dot's crotch remembering that she was not wearing panties. She found it also wet and warm.

 

"We will sweetheart, we will. Let me help you out of these wet panties." Dot bent down to pull them down while Angie steadied herself with a hand on Dot's shoulder. Dot pulled Angie's panties off one foot and then the other and in the process turned her head into Angie's crotch and inhaled the heavy aroma. Having accomplished that Dot turned her head, "Where the hell is Goody?" Angie was hoping she knew what Dot meant by other places.

Goody was sitting on the edge of the car door between Rod's legs. Rod was still sitting in the front seat with his left leg in and his right foot on the cobblestones. Goody was sucking on his cock-head while holding the rest of it with both hands. John and Ted were standing nearby, enjoying the show and smoking cigarettes.

"What's the matter, you never seen me suck him off? I just wanted to taste Angie before he put it back in his pants!"

"Come on, Goody, unlock the door and let's go in, I'm thirsty!" Dot told her, still holding onto Angie Lee who added giggling, "And she's horny too."

Once inside the apartment, Goody brought out a couple of bottles of her best Rhine wine. Dot and Angie were seated together on the large divan. They were kissing and fondling each other and divesting themselve of their clothes as they went. The men were seated close by on several large easy chairs surrounding a large chaise lounge in the middle of the living room. They were enjoying the performance while Goody served wine all around. Once she had poured the wine Goody disappeared into her bedroom and returned momentarily wearing little but garter and stockings.

"Come sit on my lap, Goody," John told her.

"Get undressed first, Johnny, I want your cock while I watch Dot do Angie Lee," she said.

Rod and Ted also undressed. They stroked themselves, sipped wine and smoked while encouraging and watching the girls on the chaise. Goody dropped the robe and sat on John's naked lap. She sat over one of John's legs and on the armrest so she could grasp his cock with one hand, sip her wine with the other, and watch the girls too.

Dot and Goody, completely naked now, were sucking each others tongues and nipples. Their hands roamed from legs to buttocks then to each other's cunts. One long-tall blonde and one dark beauty completely entangled and writhing.

"Are you enjoying your wife, Johnny?" Goody put her drink down and concentrated on John's cock.

"Tremendously, Goody. I never thought I'd see the day, but I’m glad she’s finally getting what she’s been wanting for a long time."

"Oh, oh, oh, Dot, eat me please!" Dot pushed Angie down. Angie had one foot on the Persian rug the other leg stretched out on the chaise. Dot knelt between Angie's widespread legs then stretched her arms to fondle her new friend's nipples then slid her hands down to Angie's flat stomach and then her mons. Dot toyed with Angie's pussy then spread the labia with her thumbs. Dot flicked her tongue at the engorged clit before opening her mouth and completely covering Angie's cunt.

"Oooooh, Dot! That's sooooo good!" Dot had Angie's pelvis humping within minutes. Dot's mouth never left Angie's pussy but her tongue worked like an orchestra conductor's baton. When she inserted two fingers to find her G-spot, Angie began to howl in her orgasm. Dot was licking and sucking her cunt with fervor. Angie had never had her pussy eaten by another woman and never had a man do it like Dot was doing now.

"Your wife sure is a screamer, Johnny," Goody said to him as she continued stroking his prick.

"Yes she does get rather carried away when she has a good cum like she's getting from Dot. She really had to stifle herself this afternoon in the movie when Dot made her cum in her seat. "You boys," he said to Rod and Ted, "let go of your dicks and go over there and let Angie Lee do it."

Angie heard the comment and looked up. Rod and Ted stood up and walked to the chaise. Angie remembered her dream again as she watched them approach. When they were on both sides of her, Angie grasped a cock in each hand. Dot's fingers were marvelous as her orgasm subsided, but now she wanted a cock in there.

"Dot..... please, Dot. I need some cock now........ please!"

Dot grabbed her husband's wrist and pulled him down on the chaise next to Angie.

"Let her get on top of you face up so I can do her while you fuck her." Ted knew the routine. He had done it with the girls before. He lay down face up and pulled Angie on top of him with his feet resting on the floor. Angie first straddled him to insert his cock. It slipped easily into Angie's well lubricated pussy. Dot pushed her back onto Ted who wrapped his arms around Angie

to fondle her breasts. Dot knelt between their legs as Ted was beginning to furiously fuck Angie from underneath.

"Slow down, Ted! You'll be cumming in no time that way!" Dot took hold of her husband's cock and literally pulled it out of Angie.

Angie looked down at Dot between her legs, "Awwww, Dot, now you're being mean to me!"

"Don't complain Angie, you're going to love this." Dot then placed Ted's cock next to her cheek and her mouth back on Angie's cunt. Dot took her husband's cock in her mouth momentarily, then replaced it at Angie's opening. Angie took Ted's cock in to the hilt a few strokes before Dot pulled it out again and into her mouth to taste Angie Lee's juices. Angie still had Rod's prick in her hand. She pulled him close to get it in her mouth. Rod leaned over and obliged her. Rod began to slowly fuck Angie's mouth. She could not take all of it in, but three or four inches and that large helmet combined with the couple she was fornicating with was pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Dot's mouth produced the most erotic sensations she had

ever experienced and she finally had a cock in her cunt and one in her mouth. And Dot's marvelous mouth covering her cunt. At that moment she became aware of her remaining lonely orifice.

"Isn't that the hottest thing you've ever seen Johnny?" Goody now had John's rock-hard monster firmly embedded in her. She was sitting on him facing the spectacle in the middle of the room. She had her feet on the floor between John's legs and her hands on the armrests slowly lifting herself up and down on John's cock . Her beautiful ass and small waist was a sight to behold from John's point of view. He could see his penus as it disappeared into Goody then reappear as she rose. Her swollen pussy lips encircled his cock as it slid out then it pushed them back in. His hands hefted and massaged her swollen breasts from behind.

He looked at his wife then at Goody's ass and was barely holding back his orgasm when he saw that Angie was just about to cum in Dot's mouth again. Angie did not remove Rod's cock from her mouth, just opened it to release her screaming howl. Her hips were bucking and trembling as her cum exploded, jerking with each spasm. John held Goody's ass down on his lap, buried his cock up to the hilt and came too.

Dot massaged Angie's mons and flicked her tongue to Angie's clit till her cum subsided. Dot hadn't cum yet. She liked to hold it back and stay horny for a while. She enjoyed being this horny. She motioned to Rod to bring his turgid cock around between Angie's legs. Dot was not going to let up on Angie. Tonight she was going to see that Angie was well fucked. Ted had not

cum either and his hardon was out of but sliding slowly between Angie's labia when Rod placed his helmet at Angie's pussy. Ted adjusted to let Rod in. In doing so his cock slid easily between Angie's asscheeks. Rod lifted Angie's legs up to his shoulders. Angie's open tunnel, her nether hole and Ted's cock were plainly visible to the on-lookers.

"Put it in her ass, Ted! She loves it there and she hasn't had a good ass-fucking in years," John told him. Dot, wine glass in hand stepped over to John, pulled Goody off him, and placed herself in the same position.

"Got any left for me, Johnny?" she asked. "I’m needing a good cum too."

Angie looked over at John. Dot was lowering her pretty bare pussy onto her husband's limp cock. Goody was sitting on the persian leaning back against the big easy chair between John's legs lighting up a cigarette and looking for her wine glass.

"Maybe with a little help from Goody," John answered.

Goody turned, "I can use a little more attention myself, Dot. I haven't had much from you tonight......yet."

"Come here liebchen," Dot said to Goody, "I haven't forgotten you. Here, lick me and make Johnny hard again." It never took long to recover with these two girls.

John said to Dot, "You certainly lived up to my wife's expectations, Dot. She absolutely loved your luscious mouth just like we all do."

"I love doing it like that with Ted. You know Goody loves it. We did Inge that way too."

John asked Dot, "You and Ted did Inge........the girl from Denmark?"

"Yeah, she slept over the night before she left. She was a hot fuck, too."

John feigned disappointmend, "Why didn't I get invited? I know a couple other guys who fucked her, and I would've loved to have been there to watch."

"You'll probably get your chance, Johnny, she's coming back in a couple of months."

Goody popped John's cock from her mouth and looked up, "Me too! We'll have another party here, Ok?"

"Sounds good, Goody." Then kissing John, "Johnny, put that thing in me......now!" John was rock-hard again and about to fuck this gorgeous blond pussy again. John knew that once he had it up her twat that she had a

way of squeezing his dick like he had never felt before. He looked over at the divan to see Rod holding his prick with one hand and slowly inserting himself into his wife and Ted's cock nudging her asshole from underneath.

Angie, ankles on Rod's shoulders, was frantically fumbling for both cocks. Guiding Rod into her pussy and Ted's into her behind. Angie was thinking aloud, "Oh my god! I'm gonna fuck both of them!" Then out loud, "Easy, Ted, easy! Go, Rod, deeper! Oh, Ted! You're going in too!"

"You said you wanted to fuck both of them Angie Lee," John said to his wife.

"Oh, yes, Johnny! I didn't expect both of them right off the bat. But, but, oh yesssssss!"

With all the juices dribbling down the crack of her ass, Ted was easily able to push the head of his dick just past Angie's spincter. It felt like a rubber band around his penus. He slowly worked his cock into her asshole. He felt her backward pressure when he inched forward. He could feel Rod down there too.

"Fuck meeeeeeee!" Angie was reaching another plateau in her sex life. "I'm getting filled both ways," she thought. Ted's penus in her asshole was intensely erotic. She knew what Dot meant about Ted’s cock and other places. It had been years, she yearned for it and Ted’s cock was perfect for a good assfucking. She almost forgot the cock sliding into her pussy.

Almost. She made eye contact with her husband. "It's soooo good, Johnny, its so good! Awwwww fuck.......meeeee, Ted!"

She could see John's monster cock slowly but steadily fucking Dot's hairless blond pussy......and, oh gawd! She had Ted in her ass and Rod in her cunt. She looked at John and the girls to see his engorged penis disappearing into Dot from underneath. Dot had spread her legs to either side on the arm rests. Goody was on the floor in front of them playing with Dot’s clit and John's cock. She wanted her husband’s cock too.

"Johnny!......Johnny! Please, I need you in my mouth too!" Dot and Goody looked at each other then at John.

"Ok, darling, I'm cumming. Excuse me girls......I’ve never seen my wife so greedy for sex and I intend to see that she gets all she wants.." It took just a little effort for John to straddle Ted and his wife then lower his cock to her mouth.

Dot and Goody were squeezed together on the easy chair legs intertwined watching Angie get thoroughly filled three ways. Then Angie Lee passed out. She didn't remember the men extricating themselves when they were finished with her. When she came to, she found herself still in orgasm with Goody eating her pussy and Dot sucking on her hard nipples.

"Are you ok, Angie honey?" Panting still, Angie looked at Dot then at Goody between her legs. Immediately she insinuated herself so she could place her mouth at Dot's pussy.

"I'm fine, Dot. I want to eat you now." Smiling, Dot turned slightly and found Goody's thighs pressing her ears and her bush in her face. They formed a triangle.

"Ever see a daisy-chain, guys?" John asked. All three men found themselves amazed at their good fortune, but quite frankly fucked out for the evening. "I thought my wife was just about satisfied, but it looks like they'll be at it for a while longer." What he was thinking was....I'm gonna enjoy letting my wife loose with his friends. Maybe fuck Inge while Angie eats her. Just like Dot and Ted do.

The morning found Dot and Goody squirming under the warm blankets getting their morning orgasms. John was under the blankets with them. Angie was in the shower all lathered up and sandwiched between Ted and Rod. Ted was behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. He was slowly fucking her ass while she lathered Rod's long tool in her hands. Leaning forward on Rod, but turning her head back towards Ted, "Fuck me Ted, fuck my ass good." Then she leaned further down to take Rod in her mouth again.