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The five of us barged through the door as a group, wandering between the rooms and looking at the house. It was large, three bedrooms and two bathrooms, just right for us. And it was the perfect placement for us, right down the road from the university. With three of us entering into third year, and the other two in their second, it would be useful to be so close. The rent was a little bit out of their range, but if the thoughts of the others matched mine then we would manage to make up the difference.

'I love it Scott!' exclaimed Kristin as she burst into the kitchen to throw herself on me. I meet her at the start of second year, and was now my girlfriend of three months. She had introduced me to her two friends who were looking for a place to stay with us, Mieke and Jon. The fifth one to join our search was Michelle, a second year the same as Mieke, and a good friend of mine.

The other three came into the kitchen and smiled happily. This was the place.

****

We had moved in two weeks later, a few days before Uni started. Of course, each of us were doing different degrees and were at Uni at varying times so we took advantage of the last couple of days by going out on the piss. I think that it was during this time that it first began… Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. When we got back to Uni we had less time as a group, except at nights, and often only one or two of us would be in the house during the day.

Kristin and I had one room to ourselves with Mieke and Michelle sharing another. Jon had the third to himself. Kristin and I had a fairly good relationship, we had just started having sex before we moved in and now were quite…how shall I say it…well we were fucking like rabbits really. The other two girls seemed to have guys over every now and then, but neither had a steady boyfriend. Jon never seemed to have a girl over, even though he was a fairly good looking guy. Sometimes I heard noises coming from his room when I got back from Uni, cries that sounded familiar…but we never saw the girl.

We'd go out of a night time, usually to the local pub or a nightclub in the city and all dance with each other. It was a good life, and there were no real issues as everyone was happy to pull their own weight.

The routine became fairly…routine I guess, but we survived. The workload seemed to increase as was natural as midyear exams came closer to us. Kristin had an easier course then I, as did Michelle and Jon. They cooked more often then Mieke or I and said that as long as we helped out when we could then it would be okay.

Exams came around and we worked as hard as we could to pass. This was only normal I suppose, but we did want to do well. The other four finished on the same day, the day before me. They were considerate and didn't make too much noise when the staggered in drunk at four in the morning. I heard and felt Kristin thump on the bed next to me and fall asleep. It took me a while, but I eventually went off to sleep as well.

The next day I got up and kissed Kristin softly, noting absently that her lipstick was smudged. I left the room and went to breakfast. Mieke was awake already. Obviously she hadn't had enough to drink the night before. She looked at me in a slightly scared way, but smiled weakly when she saw me looking.

I ate breakfast and chatted with her before leaving. She said and Michelle were going shopping, as I left the room, and probably wouldn't be home when I got back. I nodded and left, preoccupied with the exam. I was nervous, this was the subject I liked most, and so of course I wanted to go well.

The exam went well, I was prepared and I thought I got all the questions right. I left the room feeling over the moon and looked forward to getting blind drunk that night. I was still in that euphoric mood when I walked up the driveway. Even though I usually drove, I thought that the ten minute walk would help me for the exam. It did, and so it was (nice little cliché for you…) that I walked up the driveway that day.

I came in the front door and heard a noise, loud and strange. It sounded like there were people having a go at it. I guessed that Jon had already got a girl. More then likely it was the one he must have come home with last night. I thought I'd leave them to it, as nice as I was, and so I grabbed a scotch and cola and sat at the table, flicking through the newspaper. Eventually the noises stopped, and I heard a familiar giggling from his room. I turned as I heard the door open and had a smile on my face to greet Jon.

It froze in a heartbeat and I felt a cold lump of ice forming in my stomach. My mouth went dry as I saw Kristin, wearing an open silk dressing gown, a man's, revealing the supple body that I knew so well to me. In some dim corner of my mind I registered with outrage that it was Jon's gown, not mine she was wearing. Then I snapped back and registered the scene in front of me. Kristin had stopped in her tracks, staring at me in horror. Jon bumped into her from behind, still laughing. He stopped quickly enough when he saw me and his face joined hers, the image of two poleaxed steers if I have ever seen it.

I stayed like that for a moment, mesmerised by the sight of the two of them standing there almost nude. I had thought that I loved her. I had thought that she loved me. I guess I was wrong. I suppose at least that this tied up a few loose ends that I had wondered about for a while. Then I recovered somewhat. Long enough to stand up. I looked at them and smiled wryly.

'Well I can see you thought that you would continue the…uh shall we say 'celebration' now that exams were finally over.' I looked at Kristin and felt an emptiness in my stomach as I turned and walked out the front door. I heard her calling out to me through the ringing that filled my ears, but I kept walking.

I don't really know what happened in the hours until Mieke found me. I do know that I went and drank, drowning my sorrows. I realise that it is nothing new, but it seemed like it would help at the time. When she saw me, I think I was at the bar, having another drink. I pushed her away when she tried to comfort me and I stumbled into the cold air outside, sinking down onto the pavement against the wall. She followed me out the door and sat down next to me rather more gracefully. As she put her hand on my shoulder the tears started rolling down my face.

****

I woke up the next morning in my bed at the apartment, alone. There was a pounding in my head and my stomach was rebellious to say the least. I eventually remembered what happened the night before. After a while I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, wishing I was dead and feeling like it as well. I heard the door open and looked over, the movement making my head spin. It was Mieke, and she came and sat on the bed next to me. I was gradually feeling better and I sat up to make more room for her. It was kind of an awkward situation, neither of us knowing who should speak first.

'Thanks for looking after me last night. I…don't know what would have happened to me if you hadn't found me then.' She smiled softly and nodded her head.

'That's ok. I think we need to talk about some things…' she replied with the air of someone who was in a room of glass ornaments. 'What you saw yesterday afternoon had been going on for a while, and,' with an intake of breath, 'we have all been a part of it.' As the look of pain on my face turned to surprise she continued. 'Since we moved in we have been changing partners each night, and we didn't want you to know because you were new, even though you're going out with Kristin. Umm, I think she wants to talk with you later as well…if you're up to it.'

I couldn't think straight. The four of them had been having sex with each other every day and I had no idea. I was confused, but I could feel myself getting aroused, and I dimly registered Mieke's hand on my leg as she looked steadily at me. 'You know, we would like another person to join in with us, if you're not too freaked out about it all…' As she was saying this her hand slid down my leg to rub the top of my thigh.

She was looking me straight in the eyes and there seemed to be a fire burning in their blue centres. I responded instinctively to the feelings she had aroused and pulled her down onto the bed with me. She grinned and wrapped her long arms around my back as I drew her in for a kiss. She attacked my face, darting her tongue into my mouth and crushing her body on top of mine. I had no shirt on and could feel the gradual hardening of her nipples against my chest as she got more excited. My hands were sliding up and down her slinky body, rubbing her butt and tangling in her hair.

Mieke broke off from the kiss to sit up, as she did I stripped off her top and began suckling at her braless breasts. She moaned softly, holding my head to her chest as I used my tongue to flick the nipple, massaging her butt with my other hand; she ground herself down on my crotch. Her breasts were amazing, the perfect size, pert as you could wish with a light tan. I had never really thought of Mieke in a sexual way, she was one of my best friends. But now that I saw and felt how hot she was I cursed myself for not trying something earlier.

She arched her back slightly from the feelings that were spreading through her breasts as I lay her down on the bed so I could lick her out. Before I could slide down to be level with her pants the door opened and Kristin was standing there. I froze, she froze, and Mieke, with her eyes shut, kept moaning softly. After a moment she looked up at me to see why I had stopped, and saw her standing there. She froze.

'Well this is awkward, isn't it?' Mieke said. I looked down at her; she had a faint smile playing at the edges of her lips. I looked back up at Kristin, who had the same smile on her face. Oh shit. Something was going on, and I had no idea what.

Mieke beckoned to Kristin and my girlfriend (was she anymore?) walked over to the bed, unbuttoning her top as she came. I stared as she took it off; I could see her a hundred times and still be turned on. She reached down to cup my face with a hand.

'I'm sorry, we should have let you know…but it was hard. I didn't want to spoil what we had emotionally with physical stuff, but I guess I already did.' She looked at me apologetically before bending her head to take Mieke's mouth in a passionate kiss. The two girls rolled their tongues in and out of their mouths, one of the hottest sights I had ever seen. I still didn't know how to react, even when two of the hottest girls I had met were making out in front of me.

I had the dilemma solved for me when they broke the kiss to take off my shirt, Kristin pulling it over my head and kissing me as Mieke undid my belt. I was in a state of disbelief, but it didn't stop me from kissing her back. Now that it had begun I knew nothing would stop me. Before long, the three of us were completely nude, the two girls supple bodies on either side of me on the bed as we made out. Their hands were tangled over my cock, and I had one each cupping their clefts, running a finger over their clits.

They moaned, and Mieke pushed me away to slide down and engulf my erection with her mouth, playing her tongue up and down its length. I groaned softly while kissing Kristin, now both of my hands were pulling and stroking at her folds, and she was convulsing softly. I suckled at her breast and she arched her head back, grinding her body down onto my hands. Mieke looked up from my crotch, hands still stroking gently across my dick while she looked at Kristin. I beckoned her up, and the two of us went at her chest like crazy. Soon she was groaning loudly, her tanned body writhing under four hands. Mieke dropped down again and she pushed my hand away; while I used the other to push in and out of my girlfriend, Mieke started running her tongue up and down the length of her slit.

She cried out loud, 'Uhhhh…ohhh…don't stop…' as she panted for breath. I kissed her breast one last time before sliding down the bed, past Mieke's head to end up behind her. She jumped as I probed at her pussy, and grunted into Kristin's slit as I licked at her clit. The two of them were moaning as Kristin came, thrashing around while Mieke, eye's half closed from lust, rubbed her to her finish.

Mieke slumped to the bed as Kristin moved out from under her, arse still in the air so I could attack her crotch with more vigour. Kristin slid down and kissed Mieke softly, but was drawn into a passionate embrace as Mieke held on for dear life. I pushed a finger into her depths, running my tongue up and down her pussy I was rewarded with more groans. I could hear Kristin muttering to her friend as they kissed. '…good isn't he? mmmhhmm oh do you like being tongued by…ohhh…my boyfriend?' she was murmuring between their pashes.

Mieke was convulsing, I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers; I pulled back and blew cold air onto her clit. 'Ahhhh…ohhh' she screamed for a moment before I went back into her, she was really close now, in the throes of her orgasm she clutched my girlfriend to her, breasts pressing tightly together as she panted into Kristin's mouth. She went limp all of a sudden and I raised my head to see her collapsed on Kristin, who was giving her soft kisses all over her face. God they were hot together.

My feelings were still mixed as I went up and lay behind the two girls, stroking Mieke's pert breasts as she murmured softly into Kristin's chest. My girlfriend had been cheating on me. With guys and girls, and now I had become involved. Where would this lead now?

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Cynthia spent the evening on the phone. She didn’t realize she was doing it, but she only phoned those girls who had dressed sexually to attract when they were going to her school. They had been the girls most promiscuous, libidinous of nature. Their ages ranged between eighteen and twenty. She was surprised that not one had turned her down, all willing to help if they could see inside the house. If she had looked at an old petition against the house, she would have found all their names on it. They had signed it as a lark, not believing for a moment that an old whorehouse could possibly be competition for their voluptuous charms. With minor variations, these girls were similar in build. Although hair color varied from blonde, to dark brown, to red, and height from 5 foot 2 to 6 foot. All were large of boob, wide of hip, sexily big and round of ass, and all wet and hairy of pussy. Each had one of more tattoos in various places and each had one or more piercings. They all thought they were the answer to modern sexuality. Unbeknownst to Phoebe all had various levels of contempt for the virginal librarian, thinking her a fool. Their own virginity long since lost to some casual sex in the back seat of a car or some equally mundane place.

While Cynthia phoned, Phoebe shopped. She went to one of those lingerie places, you know the kind, the kind that Phoebe had never entered before. They sold sexy under garments, garments designed to entice. Garments like the ones those girls probably wore when they where showing off their wares in the old house. Whorish garments that her father would have railed against, pronouncing them unfit, spawn of the devil’s making. She felt deliciously wicked as her fingers traced the lace of the tiny thongs she was admiring. She remembered both Cynthia’s and John’s interest in her derrière as she bought several pair. She knew her breasts were small, but by the way John behaved she felt enticing. She bought several demi- bras that lifted her small breasts, displaying them prettily, allowing a little areola to show above their cup. Phoebe saw several other garments that she liked, but as of yet they were beyond her sexual level of acceptance.

The house creaked in disappointment hoping she would buy the corset that many of its former inhabitants had worn to show off their wares. Unfortunately, the shop she had chosen to shop in was just a little too far away for it to influence her strongly. Well maybe after tomorrow it thought.

The women went to bed that night happily satisfied with their evening endeavors and slept extremely well. John on the other hand slept fitfully, besieged by thoughts of Phoebe’s succulent hairy pussy and other erotic activities. In consequence, he awoke late, so horny that he thought of masturbating until he realized the time and jumped from his bed. He just had time for a quick shower and a glass of orange juice before the two women and their helpers would be at his door. The orange juice glass was still in his hand when the doorbell rang announcing their arrival. There they stood, not two but eight females, some with mops, brooms, and pails in their hands, ready to clean.

Each, as they entered the old house, felt their vaginal walls begin to sweat fresh exudate that leaked from between their labia, wetting their panties although Cynthia had not worn panties hoping she would find a few moments of privacy with Phoebe. Consequently, she could feel her thighs smeared with her juices slide back and forth as she walked further heightening her arousal. Strangely, each of the women in some way or another had dressed to entice. Cynthia had worn a sweater that clung to her ample bosom, a deep v in its neck. With a bra that squeezed her breasts together, she showed off a cleavage that had never before been seen in public. Phoebe looked as virginal as ever but beneath that strait-laced exterior, her father described, whorish garments clung to her body, the thong already wet with her arousal. The bra allowed the tops of her areolas to be exposed her nipples struggling to be free. Little did she know that six more thong revealed asses followed her into the house. Oh, they were clad in hip hugging short shorts or skintight jeans far too small for the voluptuous hips and magnificent asses they were supposedly meant to conceal. In reality, they were so tight that the seam, which ran through their labia, further enhanced the swell of their sex. If one looked closely at a couple of them, tiny stains of moisture already demonstrated their states of arousal. Soon all would be in the same condition. All six were bare of midriff some with navel piercings, which attracted the eye to their sexy navels. Each wore a top that although legally covered the magnificent curves of their rather large assets, was designed to show off, rather than conceal. The house upped the ante a bit and soon each was showing her erect nipples through the thin materials

Phoebe thought her state of arousal was because she was so anxious to feel that wonderful hardness of John’s inside her again. Cynthia thought it was because she wanted to taste Phoebe’s succulent peach once more. The girls, each in their own way, had noticed the handsome young architect, and thought of sexual play with him as the main object. John excused himself for a moment, supposedly to put his juice glass in the kitchen, but in reality, once he was in private, to quickly reach into his pants to adjust his hardening member. He couldn’t believe his attraction to the now not so prissy librarian, wanting to rush her to his bed and fuck her brains out again. God, he was so horny he thought he could fuck a knothole in a plank. The long and short of it was they were all in an advanced state of arousal as they set to work. For a while, all of them worked diligently and it was surprising how fast the work went. John had assigned the second floor to the six girls and with sweat running down their chests between their pendulous tits they scrubbed, mopped, dusted, and cleaned. He, himself worked on the third, while Phoebe and Cynthia worked on the first.

When it came to cleaning toilets you would have thought it would curb the girls growing sense of licentiousness, but no, visualizing instead the countless number of pussies that had hung over these same toilets dripping sperm and semen as they were wiped clean. The girls worked their way down the hall saving the room marked private to the end. Once they were interrupted when a moving van arrived delivering six mattresses and boxed spring sets with bed frames to put them on. Four large boxes of linens, pillows, and bedspreads came with them and John set them to work making the six beds. Phoebe and Cynthia helped them heave the mattresses around into the rooms that had already been cleaned, before they once again disappeared. In the kitchen stood a new kitchen table and chairs along with a number of small appliances such as toaster, drip coffee pot, and microwave. Cynthia returned to her work in the dinning room not noticing that Phoebe was missing assuming she was working in another part of the main floor. The girls retuned to their work after putting away extra sheets and pillowcases along with the towel and wash cloths they had found at the bottom of one box.

Finally, they got to the room marked private and began scrubbing toilets and sinks until they shone. Because they were now together they were able to discuss the tall handsome architect that attracted them so as they had walked in the door. Mia, the six footer, who had always been the most forward of the six stood and said, “I wish I had the courage to tell him in here buddy,” as she blatantly rubbed her pussy through the material of her short shorts bringing the other girl’s attention to the wet stain of arousal on her crotch.

Wendy, the shortest of the six, turned and wiggled her ass at them and said “I bet he’s like to try a little of this. Wendy, although just eighteen had a fondness for being penetrated in the ass and had trained her asshole to be most flexible.

Sue, the red head, loved her own tits and lifted them. “I’m sure he’d suck on these she said.” She licked one nipple through the thin material of her blouse.

Julie, the darkest haired of them all, looked at them all and said, “He won’t touch any of us like this.” They all looked around at each other noticing that they were not only sweaty from the vigorous work but much of the grime had managed to transfer itself to their bodies. All of them suddenly remembered they had been cleaning toilets. God knows what had gone on around them.

Jean, the quietest of them all suddenly announced, “My pussy’s gooey!” Each of the others knew theirs was too but didn’t admit it. Jean was always succinct, never using a word more than necessary.

Each suddenly felt icky and Mary the blonde said, “Look, I’ll run and get some of those towels and we can all have a shower. I’m sure John won’t mind, we’ve got this place neat and tidy. As long as we clean up after ourselves, I am sure a shower will just help clean the shower area.”

Mia told them she had found a bar of soap she was sure John had left in one of the small bathrooms because the soap wrapper had been on the floor. Mia and Mary left the bathroom on their respective errands while the other girls began to strip, each hanging their clothes on the hooks they found on the back of the stall doors. When the two girls returned they found the four others already in various stages of nudity with Wendy, the littlest one in terms of height already under a shower. Soon all were under the six showerheads bodies slick and slippery. Jean announced, “It smells!” Then all the girls noticed the strange smell that now pervaded the room seemingly growing stronger by the second. As it strength increased their pussies wept. Their loins on fire, needy, wanting, empty. Wendy’s little brown wrinkle opening slightly on its own accord.

Meanwhile Cynthia was suddenly overwhelmed by an urge to bury her tongue in Phoebe’s sweet pussy, to feel her orgasm on her mouth. She went looking for her lover but couldn’t find her on the main floor. When she climbed to the second she heard the laughter and giggles as well as the sound of the showers. She was sure that Phoebe wouldn’t be in with the young girls she searched some of the bedrooms calling softly for her friend. Still searching she made her way to the third floor quietly walking down the hall to the back bedroom. As she approached, she noticed the strange smell that Phoebe and she had noticed yesterday. Just remembering the joy that Phoebe had brought to her needy cunt caused her to excrete more mucilaginous exudate onto her already sticky thighs. Her nipples began to ache with and ache that only a good sucking would alleviate.

Strangely, she wasn’t surprised when she entered the bedroom to find Phoebe’s succulent ass firmly griped by John’s hands. Naked as the day she was born, Phoebe had mounted on top of John, sliding her horny pussy back and forth over John’s prick, using it like a swizzle stick, stirring the embers of passion deep in her loins. Occasionally she’d dip her shoulders allowing her smallish tits to come in range of John’s mouth. Sometimes one of her tits would disappear entirely into his mouth, proving that a mouth full was more than good enough. Normally, in these circumstances Cynthia would have run from the room deeply embarrassed by her accidental viewing of such an intimate act. In this instance her own oppressive horniness held her in the room, hand cupped beneath her skirt to stop her drippings from reaching the newly cleaned floor. Inexorably it was not enough and she licked her palm clean before sliding two fingers over her clit and deep into her pussy forgetting all about her drippings. Her cunt was now on fire, craving the very cock that had buried itself deep in her friend’s cunt. By the sounds of their moans and Phoebe’s mewing cries John would soon make his creamy deposit deep in Phoebe’s humping genitalia. It was such an arousing sight, John’s powerful staff, shiny and slick with Phoebe’s bountiful emissions. They began to power fuck, humping, heaving, thrusting, until John with a series of grunts that combined with Phoebe’s cries, sent deposit after deposit into Phoebe’s receptive body. Phoebe collapsed onto his chest gasping for air. His softening phallus squeezed from her by her cunt’s contractions, followed by a dribble of semi-transparent whiteness.

To Cynthia’s over the top lust, it was a delicious sight, demanding her tongue to follow where his cock had been. To suck his male seed from her female center, to satiate momentarily the fire that coursed through her being. Before Phoebe could react, she found herself yanked from John’s body and rolled onto her back, her leaking gash vulnerable as Cynthia’s mouth stole from her receptive cunt. Phoebe’s only reaction was to grab the grey haired head and pull it harder against her pussy bruising her friends lips with her need while she sought a second orgasm almost as satisfying as the first. Phoebe felt the orgasm was sufficient payment for the theft of John’s potent seed from her cunt. John, however, watching this demonstration of self-gratification, hardened once more. Cynthia might be an elderly woman, but damn that hot receptive pussy looked young enough. Phoebe eyed John’s hardening and realized if she lay low and bided her time, she would be able to steal some of her man’s cream back.

Down stairs, while Cynthia had passed them on her way to the third floor, things were heating up. Although they didn’t know it the strange scent had made them so libidinous they were unselfconsciously rubbing lubricous pussies and pulling on nipples in front of each other. They passed the soap back and forth lathering twelve tits and six pussies well beyond the point of cleanliness, until Mia the bold soaped her fingers, stepped over to where Wendy was showering, and slid one then two fingers into her ass. The raunchy chatter about John’s potential for a sexual encounter came to an abrupt halt as Mia with her other hand cupped Wendy’s pussy, her index finger splitting her raggedy floppy labia, penetrating into her well-lubricated sheath. Wendy, double penetrated like she enjoyed, moaned out her appreciation into the suddenly quiet bathroom. Mia bent over as Wendy looked up at her and kissed her on the lips maintaining her sexual grip on her friend. Mia’s tongue reached as far as it could into Wendy’s mouth so that she was now triple penetrated. The other silently watched until Mia broke the kiss and said, “Don’t just stare, come here and help me with her. The girls gathered around Wendy adding fingers to asshole and cunt stretching Wendy’s holes like she enjoyed. Sometimes Mia would break the kiss allowing someone else’s cunt drenched fingers to bring flavor to Wendy’s mouth. Finally, Mary went to her knees and slipped her tongue deep into Mia’s gash before standing and replacing Mia’s tongue in Wendy’s mouth. This act initiated a general melee of fingers and tongues buried in each other’s cunts and mouths.

The house wanted more. It realized that the floor would be hard and cold even with the warm water that still cascaded from the showerheads onto the floor. It began to pump heat off its sun-drenched roof into the concrete of the shower floor. It knew that once seriously warmed, the concrete would hold the heat for as long as it needed. It planted a few suggestions in the girls minds and soon the showers where turned off and the girls began lying down on the floor on their sides. After awhile they became attached to each other, mouth to pussy, pussy to mouth, until they formed a circle of female flesh each with a head between their legs, a tongue deep in juicy cunt. Mia maintained a finger deep in Wendy’s ass. The house began to play them like a fine instrument. It was the most difficult thing it had attempted to date. It adjusted their sexual tensity allowing each to search for orgasm but arranging it so their orgasms would be simultaneous. Upstairs while this was occurring John was bringing Cynthia to orgasm as Phoebe was enjoy her masturbatory fingers for the first time. The house was on a roll everybody was coming alone nicely, their tensity peaking. The house released it hold and orgasmic heaven rolled through the house amidst the moans and screams of pleasure. Quivering bodies racked by orgasmic shudders, throats raw, cunts and lips bruised and swollen by the intensity of humping bodies. The house actually moved a thirty-second of and inch on its foundation in its own semblance of ecstasy.

The girls disengaged, it was getting late and they all had dates that evening, they were no longer sure they wanted to go on. The boys were going to be disappointed that night. Upstairs John withdrew from Cynthia’s pussy and Phoebe took the opportunity to steal some of John’s delicious cream back savoring it in her mouth. Soon they were all dressed and trickled down to the foyer, the girls profusely thanked by John. The girls all told him they wanted to come back and help again. Their motivation not quite as altruistic as it appeared. Each really wanted to fuck his brains out. None of them realized that the despised supposedly virginal Phoebe was the key to his cock. The girls left with the mops and pails they had brought and John invited the woman to drop by tomorrow afternoon to meet his mother. Then they left, their pussies bruised and swollen, pleasantly sore, from the strong pounding John’s manhood had imparted to them.

The house wondered what John’s mother was like. She lived too far away for it to know. It knew John had three sisters and a twin brother. It was how it had convinced him to buy so many beds.

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The girls returned to work after their two and a half hour “lunch break” Seeing John put some joy back in their hearts. They set to work with a will, because John and the three older women had most of the walls torn down with heaps of lathe and plaster on the floor. John was now busy knocking down two by fours while his mother and Phoebe pulled nails. Cynthia was stacking the nail free two by fours in a neat pile. Wendy began shoveling plaster into buckets and the rest of the girls resumed their parade up and down the stairs to throw the refuse in the bin. As the worked progressed, the giggles and laughter returned as the young women cast off the momentary depression they had felt and worked hard to impress John. Time flew as they worked and progress was visible. The lathe and plaster was gone. The girls, sometimes working in pairs, had taken even the old sinks and toilets down the stairs. A neat stack of old two by fours were piled by one wall, a stack of doors leaning against the other. The old lions clawed bathtub in the middle looking far smaller in the massive space. Only the walls and door to John’s room remained, and even those walls showed bare two by fours and plaster squeezed through lathe. They all were now sweeping with industrial cleaning sawdust to keep down the dust and then mopped with industrial detergents to clean the floors.

Outright hunger slowed their work and John suddenly noticed it was after six. Unbeknownst to the girls, Phoebe, Cynthia, his mom, and himself had taken a “lunch break” similar to their own only theirs had been filled with love and passion for each other. Cynthia could still feel the occasional dollop of John’s cum leak from her pussy while Phoebe was still enjoying the scent of Jane’s juice that she had purposely left on her upper lip. Although they had all eaten or been eaten it was food for the soul rather than sustenance for the stomach.

He suddenly announced, “Enough! Look, I want all of you to stay for supper. You’ve all done a terrific job and this will be my treat. I only have six chairs at my table, but there’s a butcher block and counter space I’m sure we can make do.”

Mia answered for all of them. “We’d like that. What we had for lunch just wasn’t all that satisfying,” she said to a chorus of giggling girls.

Phoebe glanced at Mia and interjected “And I’ll bet it was old, tough, and stale as well,” and looked away again not seeking further conversation.

Mia was beginning to change her opinion of the librarian realizing that there was a lot of woman under her virtuous façade. Mia knew that comment meant Phoebe knew what had gone on and replied, “Yeah, it was a tough old bird, I think, well past its prime.” But she elicited no further comment from Phoebe.

They all trooped to the kitchen and checked his larder. His mom sat at the kitchen table making a list of things they thought they would need. As he borrowed his mother’s keys and took the list she said, “One more thing John, buy some more towels we all need a shower,”

Which lead Jean to say “Dryer?”

John smiled and pointed to the basement door, somewhat imitating her lack of words before he dashed out the door and she dashed upstairs to collect the wet towels. While Jean was getting the towels in the dryer, the women washed a dozen potatoes and chopped a whole lettuce, which they put in the fridge waiting for John to bring home the rest of the ingredients. Then they opened a couple of bottles of wine and sat drinking as they rehashed the accomplishments of the day, with no mention of their sexual activities. They were on their second glass when John arrived, bags in hand. While the rest of the women sorted out what was in the bags, John asked Mia and Jean to help him bring in some more bags. When she went out Mia noticed that the evening was hot and close, darker far earlier than usual. The winds of the afternoon had died and it was dead still. It might rain she thought. In the trunk of the car the two women found two cases of wine one red, one white, two bags of towels, and a small box containing miscellaneous bottles of liqueur and a bottle of brandy.. All was brought in and the six girls were sent to be the first shift in the showers, Jean running to the basement to retrieve their towels.

Soon bodies were shiny with water and suds, breasts squirmed and rolled in soft soapy hands, dirty anuses succumbed to scrubbing fingers, and hot wet cunts became even hotter and wetter to soapy thrusts. Conversation of getting into John’s pants became more explicit. When the girls returned to the kitchen, they found little to do. The salad made and in the fridge, the mushroom simmered in butter on the stove. The steaks neatly laid out for the grill. The potatoes partially cooked in the nuker. They were to turn the bacon and when done crumble it so they would have bacon bits for their potatoes. Other than that, they were to keep John company and have some more wine, a chore the girls found most agreeable. The older women retired to the showers and repeated what the girls had done. Although their conversation was more to do with what a talented prick John had, and how they’d all like a repeat performance. When they returned to the kitchen, they sent John to the showers, approved the bacon bits, and resumed the cooking.

John stood in the shower letting the warm spray massage his aching shoulders. His balls hung low because of the heat, his cock semi-erect. He began to review in his mind the women in his home and realized with a start there wasn’t one he would kick out of bed for eating cookies. All were, maybe not beautiful, but certainly sexy, sensual, erotic. His hand went to his rising dick and he started to stroke it. In a moment, it was a hard prong of a prick, needy and wanting. His other hand gripped his balls and the hand on his dick moved faster. He threw his head back allowing the water to wash over his face as his hips thrust forward into the massaging soapy hands. He thought of how his mother would ride him rolling her hips so her cunt slithered back and forth over his cock. He thought of Phoebe climbing his body to monkey fuck him. He thought of Cynthia with her acquiescent thighs opening her body for his deepest penetration. Suddenly he stopped. ‘What am I doing,’ he said to himself, ‘with all these women in the house I’m going to waste it on the shower floor?’ He dressed and gathered all the wet towels strewn over the bathroom, taking them to the basement adjusting his cock on the way so it rode more comfortably in his pants.

“I told them you like it rare, dear,” his mother said as he retuned to the kitchen. “Sit here, we decided you needed a seat seeing you’re paying for all of this.” Soon they were all happily munching away with little conversation. When all had finished John lined a kitchen counter with liqueur bottles inviting each to select their own poison. Once six where comfortably seated and the other four stood around the butcher’s block, they began to tell jokes whose raunchiness increased as the amount of liquor decreased.

Finally, Jean who rarely spoke said, “me,” gaining instant attention. Jean loved the double entendre and almost became loquacious as she told her story, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she spoke. “There were two old trees standing at the edge of a meadow,” she told them, “arguing over whether a new young sapling growing across the meadow was a son of a beech or a son of a birch. Along came a woodpecker that had overheard their bickering and said, ‘I’ll fly across the meadow and find out for you.’ About an hour later the woodpecker returned to a say, ‘you’re both wrong, it’s the finest piece of ash I’ve ever had my pecker in.” Jean smiled as the laughter complimented her and then once more became silent.

Suddenly a flash of lightening and a roar of thunder crashed around the old house, startling them all. Soon sheet after sheet of windblown rain hurled itself against the windows. They all watched the waving branches, the flying leaves and John announced, “Well, nobodies going home in this. Phone you parents tell them where you are and that Ms. Wesley and Ms Pearson are with you.” John couldn’t think of two finer names that could be tossed about as chaperones, than the high school principal and the local librarian, not knowing that Phoebe’s name may have lost some of its luster in the last two days. However, none of the girl’s parents had yet to hear the rumors flying about the community and Okayed the girls’ over night adventure.

They went upstairs amidst the occasional crack of thunder that shook the old house and organized sleeping arrangements. It was decided that the girls would split into pairs while the three older women would have a bed each. As for clothing for sleeping, John, the architect by trade had acquired a number of free t-shirts of the one size fits all variety, in other words extra large. He never wore them because they all had logo’s on them that proclaimed such things as “Roofer’s bang harder” and “Plumbers like it wet” He had them stored in boxes in his room amongst his other clothes and the women soon noticed they had absorbed some of his personal scent. They all decided to wear his make-shift pajamas and looked sexy in the oversized shirts that in most cases overhung their bums. Their tits swung and swayed beneath the thin material. On the six foot Mia however, it came to mid buttock and with her thong showed off her round large firm ass. She caught John stealing glances at her ass and in consequence would bend over, at the least excuse, to show him more, straightening a bed or picking up a piece of clothing. The house, as usual, wasn’t helping any of them, constantly stirring the already highly charged mix with sexual urges.

Finally, they all went to their respective beds, supposedly to sleep. Soon all was quiet except for the continued pounding on the roof as sheets of rain fell across it. Distant thunder growled except for the occasional house shaking crack announcing it was a large storm and still overhead. The girls when they thought all were asleep had snuck into each other’s rooms until they were all gathered in one discussing and rejecting endless plans in how to seduce John that night. Phoebe on a similar mission was on her way to Jane’s room to discuss possibilities when she heard the giggles and murmuring coming from one of the rooms the girls occupied. She shamelessly stood outside of the door and listened to their fantasies of ravaging John. She was favorably disposed towards these girls because of what they had done during their “lunch break” and knew John had eyed more than one of them. With her mind made up, helped by the house, she gently knocked on the door and walked in. The room went silent when Phoebe walked in.

She smiled and asked, “Could I sit on the edge of the bed?” Then she looked around the room and with a smile said, “You’re making it far too complicated. John is a sexy man not that much older than you. I’ve seen him watch you all today and I know he’d like to get into your pants too. You girls are just going to have to help him over the hump that you’re younger than he is. Believe me there won’t be much resistance, so the flimsiest excuse will do. I’ve noticed you’re all afraid of lightning.”

They all snorted in derision and Mia said, “None of us are afraid of lightening!”

“Mia, think about it,” Phoebe responded, “what would a poor frightened girl do, but run to the only man in the house for protection when all that lightening flashes. I suggest you lose the panties because he sleeps in the nude, don’t give him a chance to say no, just crawl into bed with him making sure he sees some bare pussy so that he knows everyone’s on an equal footing. I think you should send Jean first because he likes her mind and will accept her excuse and send Mia last because he’s lusting after her ass. And Jean don’t be afraid to snuggle tight against him.” Phoebe called to Jean’s retreating back, a small thong lay abandoned on the floor.

Jean literally danced up the stairs her knockers knocking as she ran. She burst through John’s door and announced, “Lightening, scared.”

John glanced up from his copy of Architects Digest to find Jean already crawling into his bed her hairy snatch quite visible while she did. She immediately clamped her body against his, shivering. He thought the shivers were because of her fear; she knew that they were shivers of lust, because Phoebe had been right his body was so wonderfully naked. He sought to kiss her on the forehead to comfort her but as his mouth descended, her mouth met his in a long deep initiating kiss. She wouldn’t allow him to break it and soon his cock was imitating a spike. He felt her soft warm boobs, so thinly covered, pressed hard against his chest. His hands stole to her ass to hold her tightly to him. As soon as she felt his hands begin to fondle her bum, she took his maleness into her small fist and began masturbating him. His body responded and his hips strained to place more of his hot aching cock into the small stroking hand. He was on fire he needed to fuck. He rolled her on to her back and took the t-shirt he had loaned her by its hem. Suddenly his hands jerked apart tearing the shirt from waist to neck turning it into an open vest that bared her feminine flesh. The nipples turgid the mounds of flesh were soft, succulent, opulent, waiting for their ravishment. As he prepared to mount her one forefinger came up and wagged from side to side, then down it went and pointed at her pubic hair. He looked closely and discovered a tattoo embedded in her hair. It said “Fuck hole” with an arrow just below it pointing downwards.

He laughed and said “I think I could have found it without all that talk,” he said, falling into her little trap.

There was glee in her eyes when once again her forefinger came up to wag from side to side and then more carefully point to her pubic hair covered message. Looking more closely John saw a small coma and then read correctly, “Fuck, hole.” He roared with laughter more at her mischievous grin than her written instructions but nevertheless slide deep into the fuck hole as her arms and legs came up to hold him while he followed her instructions. Then with a wordiness he hadn’t heard from her before and with laughter in her voice she whispered in his ear, “like most men, can’t read instructions.” Her hips then sought deeper penetration. The thunder continued to crack overhead and the lighting to flash occasionally brightly illuminating the withering, fucking bodies, overwhelming the small reading lamp by his bed. Sporadically his cock would bottom in her just as the thunder roared, further heightening Jean’s sense that this was the finest fucking of her life. She opened herself to him like never before allowing his body to find a depth in her that brought out her passion. More vocal in her loving than ever in her speech, she cried out her exhilaration amongst the noises of the storm. Neither one of them in the frenzy of their copulation heard little Wendy enter the room. She stood silently watching, knowing she had been impatient and come too soon, but she didn’t want to leave enjoying the wonderful sight of heaving bodies that finally convulsed in orgasmic bliss. Bodies slowly tamed by satisfaction.

The house understood Wendy’s needs, pumped a little scent into the air, and sent erotic urges to John’s body maintaining his interest in all things sexual as it gathered the pheromones left by the recent coupling. The house liked how the night was progressing helped in part by its accomplice Phoebe. Wanting Phoebe to receive her own rewards it sent erotic dreams to Jane suggesting Phoebe’s ravishment by tongue and clit, knowing she would soon awaken, hot and needy for Phoebe’s wild wet heat.

John, finally sensing another presence in the room, turned and looked at Wendy. Wendy as soon as John took notice of her forgot all about Phoebe’s suggested excuse. She simply grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it over her head setting her boobs to bounce as they fell free. She crawled into bed rolling him over on his back and mounted him in the immediacy of her need. She had really wanted to stuff his maleness into her asshole, but not knowing John’s proclivity in that department, decided not to risk it, and slipped him into the wet slippery hole instead. Jean moved over on the bed annoyed that her friend had come too soon and decided that watching them fuck would be sufficient payback. Wendy’s clit was aching with need and she ground it against John’s pubic bone, feeling the hairiness between them. John soon took her waist in his strong hands forcing her to lift and fall on his penetrating cock building passion within them both. When he was satisfied with the rhythm, he changed his grip so that one hand held a rounded, muscular buttock maintaining the motion he had instilled, while the other griped a soft succulent tit. Still not quite satisfied he pulled the tit down to his mouth and suckled on the fat nipple and the surrounding areola. Wendy felt the first soupcons of impending orgasm and slowed trying to extend the pleasure.

The house would have none of that, pumping more scent into the air compelling Wendy’s hairy gash to further efforts. It knew that Mary was already on the stairs coming for her turn at the only male in the house. The house was enjoying the activity, for it knew that Jane had now awakened feeling horny and wanted Phoebe’s hot wet hairy hole. It sent sexual urges floating through the house heating an already sexually charged mix, making the still waiting girls squirm and touch themselves to relieve some of the sexual tension. Jane left her warm bed in search of something even warmer. Phoebe’s hot cunt! It was then that Cynthia began to dream of a withering mass of female flesh whose ownership and form she couldn’t quite make out. However, the dreams aroused her in her sleep.

It was just as Mary entered the room that Wendy began to scream out the ecstasy of her orgasm and John loaded her with hot white cream some of which oozed down her thighs. Swampy with her own exudate and John’s cum she rolled off of him making way for the advancing Mary who was struggling to get the hem of her t-shirt over her melon sized boobs. Her little padlock still hung between them, her blonde pubes too anxious to undergo the unlocking. They rolled and swayed as she climbed into bed, and John now recognizing his role in all this, took her in his arms. He rolled on top of her sliding deeply into her as he did so, driven with the lust that the house was now creating in everyone. Jean took the freshly creamed Wendy and buried her face between her legs as she straddled Wendy’s face assuming the sixty-nine position knowing her own cunt still held much of John’s first cum of the evening, thick and sticky. Wendy‘s tongue curled in Jean’s cunt hooking gobs of sexual goo that she pulled into her own mouth to savor.

Both girls could feel John and Mary rutting on the bed beside them but were too entranced with each other’s hot swampy mix to pay attention. John pistoning cock caused bellies to slap and Mary’s cunt to fart crudely expelling the air the impassioned screwing had pumped into her. While her pussy farted and fucked building the sexual tension that now all in the house felt with maybe the exception of the still sleeping but highly aroused Cynthia, Sue climbed the stairs wanting to become John’s next willing victim. Sue watched as the two humped listening to the noises Mary’s body made. Sucking slurping wet sounds intermixed with the wet flatulent sounds of air escaping around John’s plunging prick. Sue pulled the t-shirt over her head letting it drop to the floor, before grasping one of her breasts and lifting it so she could suckle on her own nipple as the fingers of her other hand played amongst the curls over her pussy. She loved the sounds that Mary’s body was making, the fucking became even more frenzied as orgasm approached. It sounded so deliciously wet that she wanted to suck Mary’s juices from John’s prick. When her own finger finally entered herself she found herself exceedingly juicy. She wondered if John would enjoy her flavor, for she planed to have him drain her of her juices. Abruptly Mary’s body arched beneath John’s driving him deep as orgasmic spasms filled her cunt not only with her rapture, but also with John’s cum.
She made way for Sue and the other two girls began to consume her body, stealing the rich white cum that only moments ago she had worked so hard to acquire. Sue straddled his face taking the wet juicy cock into her mouth savoring the flavor of a cock that in the past hour had satiated the desires of not one but three demanding horny women. John’s tongue split her floppy flaps tasting her wet need, sending shivers of sexual desire coursing through her body like liquid fire. Sue almost immediately realized that she had made a mistake. His tongue was not enough! She needed cock deep in her, spreading her, stretching her, filling her, taking its orgasmic pleasure from her as it gave its own. She turned on his body, her taste requirements already satisfied, and taking his cock in hand centered him before allowing her body to drop taking him into her warm soft wetness. John understood that his performance was like never before, but believed that it was because he was being besieged by woman after woman, never for a moment attributing anything to the old house.

The old house shivered its timbers, creaked and groaned, rattled it pipes in its ecstasy. It sent Mia and Julie who were now on the stairs, not waiting for each other’s turns, too impatiently needy. The small pile of thongs on the bedroom floor a testament to the house’s abilities to sexually provoke. It gathered the abundance of pheromones that now permeated the air. Its presence hovered over Jane and Phoebe as they fucked each other hard. Clit on clit scissored between each other’s legs, humping each other’s pussies. They demanded orgasmic release, pheromones pumping from their bodies, sweat pouring from their pores, slimy goo sliding from their pussies. They humped and heaved at each other and as release came, they turned and drank from each other’s core.

Upstairs Mia and Julie crawled into what little space was left on the bed, playing with their own and each other’s pussies as they watched Sue’s ass work John’s cock. Her cunt lips moved with each thrust, holding on to his prick as she pulled upward forming a tube around him. Her cunt lips tightened on the downward stroke to squeeze his cock with her warmth and wetness. Her bum moved faster and faster, while she sought his creamy cum. Soon her cries of passion filled the room as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss filled her belly and burned her tits. The final joy being the feel of John’s cum splash against the spastic walls of her cunt sending her into ecstasy. Jean took her cunt, with her mouth, just as she lifted herself off John, not allowing one drop of the precious commingled juices to spill. Rolling her away from the other girls as though jealous that they may try to steal the content of Sue’s cunt, keeping the juices that now began to flow down her throat to herself. She presented herself to Sue’s questing mouth enjoying the feel of tongue splitting her floppy folds.

Julie began to crawl up John’s body allowing his prick to slide over her pussy as she past. She left a wet trail up his belly and chest as she finally reached her goal. Mia followed her up John’s body between the two sixty-nining couples that lay on ether side to slide his pecker deep while Julie settled on his tongue. John’s nose was touching the tiny tattooed rose as though he smelt its fragrance. But the fragrance he smelled was not emanating from the rose but from Julie’s flower of love where his tongue tasted the nectar as well. The fragrance consumed his mind with passion aided by the sensation of Mia’s descending warm wet cunt. It felt wonderful because his cock had cooled through the evaporation of the juices on it as he had waited for the next onslaught. Now her cunt felt hot on his cock’s skin as it slide down his pole seeking the instinctive deep penetration. Soft passionate moans filled the air around them attesting to the wonderful satisfaction that each felt, so unlike the cold fuck of the afternoon. Suddenly the skies opened with the largest bolt of lightening of the night followed instantly by a crack of deafening thunder. The lightening illuminated the withering mass of fucking flesh that surrounded John on his bed allowing the house to see its creation as well as hear the ululations of passion that sounded in the night.

It frantically gathered pheromones and sent the vision of the beauty before it to Cynthia’s sleeping mind. Her body now so aroused that it began to orgasm in its sleep sending one of Cynthia’s hands to unconsciously rub her pussy the rest of the night bringing orgasm after orgasm to her sleeping form. Although she would not agree in the morning when Phoebe told of the goings on during the night, in some ways it was the best loving of the night for the house had looked after all within its doors

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The following morning the doorbell rang at eight thirty waking them all. The first of the tradesmen had arrived. Phoebe was in a state of panic, the library was to open at nine. She'd never make it. As John threw on a robe to answer the door the two women grabbed their clothes and ran downstairs to the shower room where they could dress without being interrupted. Phoebe, jumped into her clothes, not too happy with the selection she had made the night before to wear over to John's. Although she felt they were appropriate wear for John to see, she felt they might be a little too sexy for the library. In reality they were lovely clothes very appropriate for any occasion, it was just that Phoebe's sense of clothes had not caught up with her newfound sexual freedom. To make matters worse some man actually whistled at her as she hurried to the library.

John brought the electrician upstairs to see what was needed slightly irritated that he would not have time for his early morning loving with his mom. He explained what he wanted for the bathroom and walk-in closet as well as several new wall plugs around the huge new master bedroom. The electrician explained that he would also have to take down the last remaining walls so that he could bring the room up to code. John assured him that it would be done. They shook hands and the electrician said he would phone him with an estimate that afternoon. John turned to his sleepy mom still in his bathrobe to kiss her awake when the doorbell rang again. "I'll get it," she said. "You go get some clothes on." By the time John got out of the shower room another electrician was looking over the job site and scribbling notes to himself. Again John insisted on a quick quote and was assured he'd get one by the afternoon. John wasn't quite sure why he was in such a rush, but felt he just wanted to get it over with. By the time, the first plumber was finished looking the gang of six had arrived to move the tub. There went the thought of loving his mom that morning.

The tub was a real problem. Made of thick cast iron to hold the heat it weighted what felt like a ton. With the girls, three to aside, and he and his mom at either end they could only move it a couple of feet at a time, with large rest breaks in between. Although John enjoyed watching the heaving chests, as the girls regained oxygen, he wanted to get moving on the project. Finally, the tub was inside the two by four walls of the new bathroom. John asked the girls if they would help him tear down the last remaining bedroom and take it down the stairs to the refuse bin. They assured him that they would, and Mia suggested that he should spring for lunch. It was agreed and the girls, now old pros at this job tore down the walls surrounding the bed as John covered it with plastic. John inserted the missing two by fours in the new bathroom walls were the tub had gone through and as he finished, his mom answered the door once more. This time, it was the arrival of the ordered supplies, and he instructed them to deliver the order to the third floor. Soon with the help of the girls, the plywood, drywall, tape and miscellaneous supplies were coming up the stairs. When that was done, the girls began to sweep and mop making sure not to raise too much dust. Finally, they folded up the plastic over the bed. John in the meanwhile was fitting dry wall to one side of bare two by fours, with his mother's help. When he saw that the girls were almost done he asked them to move the bed to the center of the room so he could work around the edges laying plywood to cover the lines in the floor where the old walls had stood.

The house had not sent any urges their way that morning because it wanted the trades' people to be quick, but now with the deliveries made it felt it could stir the pot a little. Suddenly the women felt their pussies gush and John had to adjust himself. The house liked making sure that all were horny before continuing to condense the pheromones it had collected over the last few days. The smell that made people so libidinous was simply pheromones so distilled that anyone could smell them. The house had discovered that it made a wonderful aphrodisiac, which kept men hard, and women wet.

Jane, finally noticing the time, told the girls to go have a shower while she and John made lunch. The girls were soon in the shower, wet and soapy, as they talked about two nights ago when all of them had managed to fuck John. Their pussies dripped with the remembrances and all were soon extremely aroused wanting some sort of satiation, not knowing that if they had approached John, his mother would approve. Consequently, after drying themselves, they gathered their clothes and snuck upstairs to use the old bed. Six naked nymphs, extremely horny, needing gratification, sought new ways to excite and deplete themselves. They decided to gangbang each other one at a time until all had been completely used. At first, they simply spread eagled Sue on the bed and began to suck her pussy with one girl and each of her tits, but that wasn't good enough and Jean came up with an idea that would make them feel more vulnerable, more open, and more ready.

Placing Wendy on her hands and knees, they used her as a workstation, positioning Sue on Wendy's back so that they were back-to-back, bum-to-bum. Sue's red haired pussy fully exposed, her back arched as her legs fell towards the bed. Jean straddled the two girls so that her pussy was giving Sue a cunt kiss and Mia and Julie suckled on a tit each. Mary was given the first turn of sucking on Sue's cunt. Crawling between both Wendy's and Sue's legs she could see Wendy's succulent bum as her mouth descended on Sue's exquisite rose petal pink pussy surrounded in red hair, juicy in preparation for the onslaught of mouth after mouth. Not wanting to leave Wendy out, Mary momentarily slid a finger into Sue's wet gash, before sliding the same finger into Wendy's asshole, eliciting a wiggle of delight. Her tongue thrust into Sue's wetness seeking tasty moisture to satiate her own needs and orgasmic pleasure for her friend. Her finger brought urge and release to Wendy's ass making Wendy's own pussy weep with need. Sue, who loved getting her big fat tits sucked, almost as much as her pussy, was in paradise as the two girls laved her tits. Sue's mouth drank the nectar flowing from Jean's kissing pussy, sometimes driving her tongue deep into the redolent gash. Wendy began to feel Sue's body begin to quake as wisps of orgasmic sensation built in her loins sending shivers of lust up her spine seemingly directly to her engorged nipples that were being softly nursed by warm wet mouths. Soon Jean felt the vibrations of moans in her receptive cunt bringing on orgasmic requirements of her own.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the kitchen the lunch was almost ready and John and his mom were wondering what was holding the girls up. Jane volunteered to go look for them as John finished setting the table. When she arrived on the second floor, she immediately realized she couldn't hear the showers, but upon listening closely began to hear soft sexy moans coming from the floor above her. Not knowing what to expect she moved up the stairs quietly, until her head was just above floor level. She immediately saw the six naked women playing with each other with Sue laying on Wendy's back. Just as Jane arrived, Sue let out a pussy muffled scream announcing to the world her joy in orgasm. Jean followed suit demonstrating her quivering reaction to Sue's manipulating mouth with deep resonant growls of passion. Mary's head moved away from Sue's hairy gash exposing both Wendy's and Sue's bums with Sue's gash facing up and Wendy's facing down dripping her smelly feminine juices. As a matter of fact the whole room smelled of hot wet pussy causing Jane's own pussy to give forth its own scent as she watched. Jane was feeling inflamed herself, John had been busy feeling her up in the kitchen, not caring if the girls caught him playing with his mother's cunt. However, circumstances were reversed, Jane had caught them instead. What was she to do?

Just then the girls switched positions, Wendy still on the bottom but now Jean and Julie nursed on Sue's large fat nipples while Mary began her version of a cunt kiss. Dropping her cunt on to Sue's lips, dripping wet, brought about by the tonguing she had just finished giving Sue. Now Sue would repay her with a wet warm tongue searching out her passions. Mia began to play with the two pussies before her, first licking Wendy's before sliding in a finger to coat it with Wendy's sticky cream. She imitated Mary and slid the now well-coated finger into Wendy's bum, before dipping her tongue in Sue overheated cunt. All the girls knew Wendy's proclivity to have something stuff her bum. Jane continued to watch and driven by the erotic sight, finally, after undoing the button on her jeans, slide her hand down the front causing a bulge with her questing hand over her gushy, smelly, horny, needy cunt. God she needed more than just her fingers, she needed, well she needed what was going on before her very eyes.

She continued up the stairs, crossed the room and tapped Mia on the shoulder. "May I have some that?" she asked in a voice made low and husky with unbridled lust. Mia turned, her face shinny with fresh womanly juice, and upon seeing whom it was, made way, now realizing that John had come by his sexiness legitimately, inheriting it from his mother. Jane's tongue replaced Mia's in Sue's pussy and one of Sue's hands came down to hold her head in place. Sue had not liked the fleeting loss of tongue and with her hand wanted to assure herself that it would not happen again. One of Jane's finger sought out Wendy's pussy and penetrated deeply. Her other hand was still in her pants playing with herself. Jane's finger stroked Wendy's twat, while her tongue delved into the soft wetness seeking more sweet nectar from the gushing pussy before her. Sue was not far from her second orgasm, already the serpents slithered in her abdomen squeezing tight, her back arching, and her pussy hard against Jane's mouth. Her tits on fire, her nipples hard and demanding as soft wet mouths continued to suckle.

Jane felt the buttons of her blouse undone as she continued to probe both girls. Suddenly the clasp that held her bra together released spilling her boobs out into Mia's waiting hands. She felt the firm caresses checking her feminine flesh before one hand let go, and seconds later her jeans loosened around her hips as she heard the zipper go. Her jeans and panties pushed to her knees and Mia's soft gentle hand slipped under her bum and between her acquiescent thighs, a stray finger touching her pouting swollen inner lips. The finger sent erotic messages to her tits and brain telling her she needed more. Mia's thumb stimulating her anus added new messages of requirement. Mia took the hand that had played in Jane's own pussy, and placed it in her mouth, sucking the creamy mucus from Jane's fingers. Mary, in the meanwhile, continued to rub her wetness against Sue's craving mouth providing sexual sustenance that drained down Sue's throat. Faster and faster Mary's pussy slithered over Sue's mouth and her groans of approaching orgasm filled the air. Sue herself growled out her needs into Mary's cunt as Jane's probing tongue gave more than it took and the shivers of a second orgasm began to plague Sue's lusting body. The resonant deep throated growls of Sue's orgasm sounded deep in Mary's slithering seeking pussy as her own orgasmic groans filled the room with her rapture.

Again a switch was made, this time Jane rode Sue's mouth while Jean and Mary suckled on Sue's breasts. Julie now licked Wendy's bum before searching for Sue's pussy for her third orgasm. Downstairs John was wondering what the women where up to, it had been a while since his mother had gone looking for them. Just as he was about to go look the doorbell rang.

Chantal had come to the library far earlier than usual. As soon as she was assured, the children had a proper lunch she had left. She told them she may be late that afternoon and they were to go to the next-door neighbor's after school. Her hand checked her freshly shaven pubes before going out the door. She was unsure what was happening to her but knew she wanted to see Paul again. She loved her husband and could not do without him and yet she knew she needed the mature man who had given her such ecstasy with his mouth yesterday. It was partly how he had shared her waters of love with her, spreading it over her tits, making her feel his own joy in her uninhibited passion. She realized now she had not given him the release that he had given her twice, and knew in her mounting need of him that she would share his semen with him just as he had shared her juices with her. She was surprised to find Paul already there when she walked in, sitting where she normally sat, obviously waiting in hopes that she might show up. His smile of joy upon seeing her was enough to make her pussy sing. Her return smile hardened him it was so full of love. Phoebe watched them for a moment as they met and thought she might have to revise her opinion as to whether they might be a couple.

Without talking, they left the library, he tucking her hand beneath his arm as with mutual unspoken consent they began to walk towards the house. The house, attuned now to their particularly passionate mental signature, rattled a pipe in its happiness that they were returning. When they reached the door neither were embarrassed that they were returning so soon, so deeply engrossed with one another that such small details seemed insignificant to them. When John answered the door, he showed no surprise to see them. He simply invited them in and said, "I'll be on the third floor, just call if you need me." Then he turned and raced up the stairs.

As soon as they entered the house they could feel the need for each other accelerate, one with dripping cunt the other so stiffened it was painful. Chantal looked at Paul and them said, "I won't prevaricate Paul," using a word she had just learned, "I want us to go to the room we were in yesterday. I need you and want to finish what we started, so kiss me then take me there." Paul took her in his arms just inside the door and kissed her with enthusiasm caressing her soft round buttocks as he did so. Her glasses almost fell off her face as she kissed back. Her arms came up around his neck, drawing her body against him so she could press her breasts and tummy against him. She couldn't wait and left a little space between them so she could caress his cock through his pants. It wasn't enough and she undid his zipper taking him in hand realizing this was the first time she had held him by his sex. He groaned in response crushing her hand between them, thrusting himself into her hand. Her pussy wept, needing the hardened maleness in her hand. She broke the kiss with a whimper not wanting to at all, but feeling that they should at least get in a bedroom before she lost her clothes.

She turned and ran up the spiraling staircase headed to the same place where he had loved her the day before; this time determined in her heart that she would return the wonderful sensations that he had created in her body. They'd share the sexual turmoil that pervaded her body when he was near. The moment the door closed, she was in his arms her clothing somehow melting off her body as their lips crushed each other having to back off a little as their teeth ground together. He slipped the glasses from her face sliding them into a pocket before his pants dropped to the floor. It left only his briefs as his hands ravished her boobs bringing out her nipples in such a display of turgidity that they ached with the urgency of her need. His mouth savaged her areolas his tongue rough against them as he gently chewed on her nipples making her already wet cunt drip in the necessity of her want.

His hand slid through the wetness on her thighs touching her swollen flesh, his fingers probing her moisture. Instead of bringing relief it brought increasing body demands, her mouth whimpering against his. Her imperative cries sucked from her probing tongue. His hands burned on her body where they touched. Her quivering thighs needing to spread, to give him access, to surrender, to open, to take, to give, to fuck! Oh God was she in heaven or in hell? Her needs were now so great that she tried to tear the briefs from his body accidentally hurting him with her lust. He hardly noticed and between the two of them, they somehow managed to get the briefs off him, which he kicked into a corner. Naked at last, they caressed each other's sex, he noticing that her pubes had been freshly shaved for him that morning. She took him in hand using the tip to stimulate her clit, trying to climb his body so she could shove him deep inside of her. He would not yet allow it. He tongued her ear before he whispered his needs.

She pushed him back onto the bed but instead of taking his cock into her cunt she took him into her mouth as she presented her hot wet pussy to his receptive mouth, assuming a sixty-nine position as thought they had done it all their lives. Her juices flowed over his tongue as with saliva she wet his cock using hand and mouth to stimulate. She didn't deep throat not believing it was best. She wanted his cum against her taste buds, his cream caressing her tongue as she acquiesced to his whispered request. Soon orgasmic requirements caused their bodies to shudder out their first mutual cum. His cock spraying her mouth with creamy spend as she doubled his joy with the thick cum in her cunt and the wet wondrousness of her squirt, leaving his face and neck dripping from her passion. She whirled on his body, her lips seeking his, as she gave him what he had requested; the ultimate creamy kiss, the sharing kiss that melded their sexuality together. Each trading taste as his face still dripped her passion. Eventually she would lick the residue from his face but for now the ultimate kiss continued returning passion to each other's bodies as the kiss went on. He began to stiffen again brought about by her soft creamy caressing lips. Lips that caressed his own as her nether lips now sought his stiffening cock.

When John raced up the stairs to the third floor, he discovered his mother spread-eagled across Mia's back while two naked nymphs suckled on her tits, a third was feeding her nectar from her swollen flower of love while a fourth was tonguing her hairy pubes seeking her clit to bring on orgasm. Sue lay beside them, now almost recovered from the four orgasms brought about by four questing tongues. John seeing the women were busy, forgot about lunch, and with a finger across his mouth signaling quiet asked Sue if she would like to come with him. Not disturbing his mother's ravishment, he took Sue to the second floor. He noticed the bedroom door at the front of the house was closed so he took one with a bed as far away from it as possible. Once he had the naked Sue on the bed, he stripped himself. His cock was hard and rampant as he quickly penetrated Sue's willing body. Sue was happy to get John first for the second time and her loins opened to receive him, wet and juicy for his penetration. They both noticed the guttural resonant groans coming from down the hall, but that simply made them hornier for each other.

The house was surprised at the level of activity. It had only spread sexual urge and had not needed to use its special scent. While thinking about it, it realized it no longer used the special scent with John when he was with his mother or Phoebe. Then it thought how wonderful it was to have Chantal in the house with her special kind of passion, as she loved her Paul. Both brought new meaning to the word sharing. For they both shared their love with unrestricted openness allowing each other access to all their charms.
Chantal slowly slid her pussy down his shaft enjoying the slither of her inner lips as they glided over his hardened prick. Her juices wetted him as she went. Her pussy enveloped him with her love. It was the first time she felt his cock deep inside her and she considered it a special time. The first taking of his seed deep within her core. It was symbolic of her need of him. Taking his gift, little did she know that in some ways he would take it back and then give it to her again. Her body began to move with a will of its own sliding her cunt over his shaft seeking as deep a penetration as she could. He thrust from below heaving his body upward in the back and forth of love. Instinctively she searched for orgasm, wanting to give him his as she took hers. Her movements becoming more frantic as her uterus tightened in preparation for climax. Her body began to shake in pre orgasmic bliss. She knew that soon she would begin to squirt.

Her moans turned to deep raspy guttural grunts intermixed with mewing cries as she reared up on his body, chest out, tits proudly displayed. Both hands pulled her pussy lips wide, above his inserted cock, allowing her passion to shower him with her love. She spewed her watery passion with hissing intensity all over his body. It felt as if her nipples needed to shoot bolts of lightening, they were so hot and achy, while her passion rained down on him. She collapsed on top of him almost rolling in her own moisture sharing her love with him. Then he surprised her by asking her to sit on his face so he could drain his seed from her body sharing his gift with her before he began kissing her once more with a creamy kiss filled with his love of her. She licked the moisture from his body in between kisses. In some ways, the trade of moisture only symbolized their inability to get enough of each other as their kisses continued rekindling their passionate natures. They needed still more before they would be satisfied. His hands went to her shaven pubes rubbing her crotch gently before inserting two fingers that curled against her G-spot. Rubbing softly, stimulating her to increased need as his fingers found her special place. He lowered his head and gently bit a nipple before taking it into his mouth to suckle, sending more exotic messages to her pussy. She lay there sexually stimulated but quietly content for she knew that as long as she needed him he would be there satisfying her every wish until exhaustion depleted her body of sexual desire. His gently penetrating hand maintaining her sexual nature until passion built once more.

Upstairs, his mother now sexually satiated, lay beside the girls who now had Wendy on Jean's back, her cunt and ass exposed to their manipulations. Julie and Mary were sucking on her tits while Mia licked both her anus and her pussy before sliding a finger deep in her anus. Her tongue slathered her pussy with saliva, before for it pushed between the soft wet folds. They didn't know where Sue had disappeared to, but thought she might return seeing her clothes still lay on the floor. Down the hall from Chantal, John was in the midst of his orgasm filling Sue with his warm semi-transparent cum. Sue, in reply to his filling her, screamed out her passion, her pussy contracting on his shrinking dick. Paul and Chantal didn't even hear Sue's screams they were so immersed in their love of each other. Sue took John's hand and led him back up the stairs. When she saw the situation she said in a whisper to John, "why don't you take your mother downstairs while I cunt kiss Wendy, she needs something to keep her mouth occupied." John got his mother's attention and returned to the room where he had just screwed Sue and took his mom to bed spreading her eager thighs before impaling her with his cock. Wendy had a special treat as John's cum trickled down her throat direct from Sue's just filled pussy.

The house noticed something different for the first time. Although the act of love seemed similar, when John entered his mother there was a different feel to it. It was hard to pinpoint the difference but although the act appeared the same as with Sue there was more touching more, more tenderness, more need as John fucked. His mother's response was similar. The house was beginning to understand the difference between a friendly recreational fuck and a fuck filled with love. When his mother fucked him, it was more like the fuck between Chantal and Paul just down the hall. Why it was the same as with Phoebe, not the first night when it had sprayed it scent about the room, but the last night when Phoebe, with his mother's help, had given John her ass with love in her heart. Although the house enjoyed both forms of copulation, it definitely preferred the giving and sharing of a loving fuck as opposed to the taking of a recreational fuck.

Chantal was holding Paul against herself as his hand continued to work its magic between her legs and his mouth traveled her body sometimes inhaling her nipples into his mouth sometimes kissing her bald pubic mound just above his rubbing fingers. She realized that in this particular mode the two of them could go on for hours without stopping, slowly building the sexual tension that would result in a renewed need for his penetrating prick, his cum, his love. The loving up stairs between the girls went on late into the afternoon until all the girls were satisfied and John tried to live up to his role of giving them a finishing fuck. After awhile the house had to help him with scent to maintain his erection. Chantal and Paul continued their caresses until the need to fuck again took precedence. The wonderful warmth of their love enveloped them

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Her name was Cindy George, and she was one of the signatories of the petition that had closed the old house. For the last couple of weeks as the house grew stronger she had been the recipient of suggestions, which had made her more interested in the old whorehouse. Her husband had been encouraging her to start a family, so had the house. She had resisted because she was the high school physical education teacher. Consequently, she wanted to keep her body at the level of perfection that she had obtained through a lifetime of exercise.

Although she was not the most beautiful woman in the community and on the smallish size as is typical of a gymnast she certainly had the most beautiful body. Her muscles long and lean from her years of gymnastics, before she had become a teacher, and now maintained by her constant exercise, added tone to her body that could not be matched. Her bottom end was probably her most appealing asset as her rear was well muscled and bunched beautifully with each step she took. Although her breasts were on the smallish side, because the amount of body fat she maintained on her well exercised body, they were wonderfully shaped with sensuous succulent nipples.

Unconsciously she had discontinued the pill and now was reaching her most fertile time of the month as the house had planned. Strangely as her body prepared for baby making she had not made love to her husband once. Now fertile and ready she found herself walking towards the old house, her body primed and ready for the house's favorite pastime, procreation!

It was only ten in the morning and yet she was feeling strangely horny. A thought crossed her mind wondering why if she felt that way; and why she wasn't headed for her husband's office for a quickie, after all they had done it in the past. But it was quickly forgotten as an interest in the old house reasserted itself. That's what she would do. She'd look through the old house, if the owner would allow, before going to the office for a quick screw. As she neared the house, her body yearned more and more for a good strong screwing. She almost turned towards her husband's work place in her need, but no, she'd stick with the plan and see the old house. Her body began to prepare for sex. Her panties wet and her nipples so engorged that the fabric of her dress rubbed painfully against their tips. Why hadn't she worn a bra today? Cindy always wore a bra so her breasts wouldn't bounce while she exercised in front of her kids. But today, no bra. Had she been in that much of a hurry? The speed of her steps increased to the point she was almost running as the old house came in sight

Phoebe had woken up that morning strangely sexually satisfied from a night of strong loving with her lover's mother and sister. She had not had the opportunity to make love to John because he had been too involved with his sister. Phoebe didn't mind knowing that was John's first time with his sister. She had watched their lovemaking while John's mom licked Phoebe off repeatedly. It had just seemed to make the night perfect. The two women had been kind enough to share John's seed with her through the auspices of freshly fucked cunts thrusting against her willing tongue. Phoebe truly loved the taste of a John inseminated hairy wet pussy.

Mother and daughter had decided to head down town having never shopped there before. So Phoebe had helped make and clean up breakfast, before sending them off at about a quarter to ten. The girls promised that they would bring back something special for dinner around five o'clock Some how when the girls left Phoebe knew today would one of the most exciting days that she would ever spend with her lover. Just as she closed the door on her lover's backs, the phone rang.

Linda McPherson was a cold frozen bitch! Nothing less would describe probably the most cold hearted woman in the community. She was a tall big-breasted woman who dominated her shorter husband, broad of shoulder and even broader of hip. Not fat, just proportionately big all over standing just over six foot two in her stockings. Linda was as close to a man as she could get and still be all woman. Her voice was deep and husky. She had been a jock in high school and she retained the musculature of her youth. Although she fastidiously shaved her armpits and legs, she left her pussy covered in a pelt of hair that grew up on to her abdomen almost to her navel. It also grew down the inside of her large muscular thighs turning the soft succulent skin just below her pussy into a hairy wonderland of interesting sensations. In fact, there was a faint line of her black hair above her navel. There was even a sprinkling of hair about her nipples sprouting from her areola to accent her strong large nipples. At one time, she had assiduously plucked them out, but once she had her children found it too painful to bother and let her husband see the hair. Little did she know that those hairy areolas turned her husband on or she would've started plucking them again.

She was one of the women who had come around the first day wanting to see the house. Linda had signed the petition not so much worried that a man she knew might avail himself of the house's services as not wanting anyone else to enjoy something she didn't really understand. Although she had allowed her husband to impregnate her twice, the moment her children were born she had him encase his cock with a condom anytime he came near her, which with her manipulation was about once a month if he was lucky. It wasn't so much that she didn't want children as it was a case of not wanting that hard piece of him inside her with its sticky aftermath coating her vagina. You could not call it a cunt because it was never used for joy. The one thing in life Linda didn't know and the house did; was that Linda had the potential to be the most lusty, raunchy woman in the community.

She had married the wrong man as a virgin and had never experienced an orgasm. As the years passed, she had fallen to the habit of not expecting much sexually and consequently did not prepare sexually. The house was sure that Phoebe would put her on the path to orgasmic bliss. Although she didn't realize it she had finished her period about six days ago and was reaching the height of her

fertility. In a few hours, she would be ready to procreate. She had to see that dirty old whorehouse. The thought just swarmed into her mind. She was sure that the young architect would be kind enough to show it to her. Linda picked up the phone and called John.

Phoebe picked up the ringing phone and Linda introduced herself and asked if she could speak with John. Phoebe smiled as she handed the phone to John already guessing what this phone call was about. She had seen John's list of women that had called on him the first day and recognized the woman's name. Phoebe also remembered that she had been a signatory on the petition, which the old Phoebe had help circulate. The new Phoebe wondered if this tall muscular woman would capitulate to her John's winning ways unsure if she wanted this dominating woman anywhere near her man. But Phoebe knew she had a firm hold on her man with the support of both his sister and his mom. This woman would be a fine test to see if John was truly hers.

Unlike Phoebe John was unbelievably horny. Unlike Phoebe, he had awoken wanting Phoebe in the worst way. Here it was almost an hour and a half later and even though he had gone to the bathroom, he was still supporting morning wood as he took the phone from Phoebe. "Good morning, how can I help you?" he asked.

Linda introduced herself as one of the women that had come to see the house the first day "Would this morning be convenient or we could make it some other time," she stated.

John knew he had the day free, especially with his mom and sister away shopping, but he wanted his Phoebe. John was also a gentleman and didn't like turning a ladies request down so he temporized fully expecting his cock to be surrounded by Phoebe in the next few minutes, or seconds if he could help it, and said, "I'm busy this morning, but I should be free by lunch, could I offer you a sandwich while you are here?" He questioned.

Linda replied that she thought that would be very nice and she'd be there on the dot of twelve. What a nice man Linda thought to herself as she hung up the phone. Linda was a typical women in the fact that she could easily blow the next two hours primping and deciding on which clothes she would wear over to the old house. She didn't know it yet but she would select a dress that unzipped down the back that was the easiest dress she owned to get out of. She would forget to wear her bra, which would allow her big breasts to sway seductively beneath the thin cotton. Although Linda had rarely been aroused, the thin cotton would irritate her huge hairy nipples to a semblance of arousal. The panty hose she would have normally have worn would be ignored in favor of a small tiny thong she hadn't worn since she had wanted to make babies. The thong would be appropriate the house thought.

No sooner had John hung up the phone it rang again. Another of the signatories of the petition was on the line. Pat Little, another of the women on John's list, apparently by coincidence, was phoning the same day as Linda with the same request. John was friendly and because Linda was already coming he thought he might as well turn the day into a house showing day and invited Pat for two o'clock warning her that he would be tied up before that. If the truth be known John loved showing the old house. Pat promised that she'd be there promptly at two. The two of them began a polite chitchat about weather and other community related things and the house began to get nervous.

The house wanted John off the phone and ready to answer the door. It had found itself to be most successful when the target woman was looking at John when she walked over the threshold and the house turned on its full power. It checked and sure enough, Cindy was two minutes from the door. The house creaked in exasperation, and then flushed a toilet to relive pressure, before it realized how to get John off the phone. It sent a shot of concentrated pheromones right up John's nostrils making his testicles ache as they manufactured sperm in overdrive. John apologized and said he had to go and hung up.

Pat was a little miffed that he had hung up so abruptly, but then accepted that he had indeed invited her over to see the house. Well she'd spend the time cleaning and picking up, her lover Jack was a bit of a slob and was away on a sales trip. This would give something to do before it was time to go to the house. Damn Jack's hide for going away just before she started ovulating. She always got horny at this time of month and Jack's tongue sliding through her labia on it's way to her clit was one of her favorite ways of resolving her problem with her needful flesh. Jacqueline always teased her at this time of mouth calling her a horn dog most of the time, but sometimes, when she needed to cum three of four time in a row, a needful bitch. But Jack always serviced her and allowed Pat's tongue deep in her own pussy.

Pat normally just enjoyed tongue, but when she was incredibly horny, she'd have Jackie strap on her dildo and ream her pussy into submission with long cervix banging thrusts that would satiate her craving for a little while. Just thinking about it was driving her nuts; she was such a cunt-loving slut. She giggled with the use of the word slut knowing she was being bad. Jack would slap her ass red if she heard her calling herself that. She wondered what it would be like to allow a man's thing in her for money and thought she might be able to do it for money although she would probably have to lube up to let it, yuk, slide in. Then she thought of having to suck on one until it spit cum in her mouth and decided she just wasn't cut out to be a working girl.

Pat decided to go to bathroom to touch up her shave, keeping herself smooth like Jack wanted. Jackie hated having to spit out pussy hair when she was tonguing her. Then because she was so horny, she would go to her bedroom and finger herself not knowing the house was now part of her thoughts and would not allow her to cum before she meet John. It was going to be a titillating morning and by the time she left for the house her pussy would be red, wet, and ready, her clit swollen with need. She knew that no man would ever touch her but the house had a secret weapon, Phoebe.

As soon as he dropped the phone, John turned to Phoebe. His hard on obvious, tenting his pants, as he reached for his love, ready to strip her and make love. He was ready to take her in the hallway, with a monkey fuck, if he had to, his need was so bad, he grabbed her just as the doorbell rang. Phoebe, who had been surprisingly calm all morning, suddenly juiced, her nipples rising in response to the look in her lovers' eye. Her loins ready just as the doorbell rang. John almost tore the door off its hinges in his frustration. There before them stood a slightly diminutive hard body beautifully shaped and ready to be fucked. Although it was still Cindy's intention to go to her husband's office, she immediately noticed the raging hard on John was supporting. Her pussy wept in its need. As she stepped into the doorway to introduce herself, her outer labia became so swollen beyond normal, which they allowed her fleshy engorged inner lips to fall through. Her wet panties caressed the sensitive flesh causing a little stream of her exudate to run down her leg, the thin silk material of her panties no longer able to absorb her wet arousal. She had never been so horny. Strangely, although her pussy was so wet with little rivulets of her lube running down her legs, her mouth was so dry she was unable to speak. After swallowing repeatedly, she finally managed to croak out who she was and why she had come.

John was now in such a state he didn't know if he should ripe off her clothes or slam the door in her face. Fortunately, Phoebe was behind them both and in her state of arousal could still think straight just as the house had planned. She preempted John and brought Cindy into the house closing the door behind her. Cindy's fate was sealed.

"So you'd like to see the house?" Phoebe cooed into Cindy's ear. "We'll be happy to show it to you, won't we John?" John just stood there looking at the little hard body that had just stepped into his home wanting it, needing it. Somehow, he could smell the state of her arousal emanating from her lubricious body. Cindy stood fast, staring at the hardened prick that stood out in John's pants. Phoebe knew Cindy was in need, knew she needed the seed of life. The new Phoebe believed that a woman's highest calling was to become impregnated and in her completely prejudiced view, she believed that John was the ultimate impregnator.

Remembering her religious revelation Phoebe connived to get these two up to the bedroom. Although she believed that her own impregnation would never happen, still not knowing it had already had, she believed she should assist all women to their ultimate calling. "Why don't we start on the third floor and work down," she suggested softly to Cindy as she took her hand and led her up the stairs. Cindy allowed Phoebe to hold her hand as she was led up the beautiful flight of curving stairs that lead to the second floor. John stood still mesmerized by the beautiful ass that bunched and swayed as Cindy mounted the stairs behind Phoebe. Half way up the stairs Phoebe tuned to look at John and when Cindy turned to look as well, Phoebe caressed Cindy's left breast her fingers gently playing with the fully engorged nipple she found on it. To Cindy it seemed perfectly natural in her state that Phoebe do this, even though it was the first time in her life that she had ever let a woman touch her in that manner.

Phoebe turned and continued to lead Cindy up the stairs, now with John following behind watching the beautiful ass that was his fortune to follow. His cock was painful with his need but he dared not break the spell that seemingly Phoebe had cast over them all. Phoebe stopped again and whispered to Cindy, "I Know you're very wet. I can smell you. May I help?"

Cindy nodded her approval blushing through the already flushed sexual glow that infused her skin. Phoebe simply reached under her dress and wiped her soft wet thighs with her hand feeling the moist hair and silk panties as she reached the top of each thigh. Cindy's body shuddered as Phoebe's hand brushed softly against her pussy hair not quiet touching her swollen pussy. Cindy wanted her to. She needed some sort of release from the overwhelming sensation of need that was stealing her body from her control. Phoebe brought her hand up and Cindy saw the moisture glistening in the light before Phoebe's tongue gently caressed the moisture from her hand and fingers.

"You taste extremely beautiful," she whispered with huskiness in her voice that had not been there before. "Come with me little one." Again Phoebe took her by the hand and now led her up the second flight stairs to the third floor and its vast expanse of carpet with the four poster bed standing in the middle. Phoebe led her on to the soft carpeting before going to her knees in front of Cindy. "You must be very uncomfortable in those extremely wet panties," she said. "May I take them off for you?

Cindy simply nodded her head again and Phoebe reached up under her dress and slowly pulled down the sodden silk panties. Her exudate had been so profuse that her moisture had soaked the panties almost half way to her waistline. Long stings of her sexual mucus clung to her pubic hair and inner labia glistening in the light before one by one snapping as the panties slowly came down her legs. Cindy placed a hand on Phoebe's shoulder to balance herself while lifting one foot then the other as Phoebe took them off. Then to Cindy's way of thinking Phoebe did a strange thing. She held them under her nose and took a long slow deep whiff of her scent, then licked the gusset before passing them to John who did the same before sliding them into his pocket.

"Isn't she beautiful John?" Phoebe asked. John nodded not wanting to break the spell his cock hardened further by the pungent odor. It was so strong that it almost, for a moment, covered the strange smell that had returned to the old house stronger than he had ever noticed it before.

Phoebe turned to Cindy and asked, "May I touch you?" Imitating John Cindy only nodded her assent as Phoebe extended her forefinger and slid it up Cindy's leg and under her dress and to Cindy's surprise deep into her pussy. Cindy's body without her consent thrust against Phoebe's intruding finger seeking relief. Phoebe's other hand held her hip and stilled her body with its gentle caress. Phoebe looked deeply into her eyes as she slipped her finger out of her pussy and into her mouth. "I taste your need," Phoebe said, and then more forcefully, "Tell me what you need, the truth!"

Cindy's body shivered with lust. She had never in her life ever admitted to this need before. She had never been in this state of arousal before. How could she say it? How could she admit the truth? Her cunt wept crying in its need, she must answer this woman. "I need cock!" she cried. "Oh give me cock, I need it so bad." She thrust her hips forewords almost into Phoebe's face demonstrating in the strongest possible way, as she lifted her dress and exposed her swollen pubes the engorged inner lips, her exquisite need for cock.

"Oh you poor baby," Phoebe purred, "Would you like to borrow my man's?" Not waiting for a reply she turned to John and said, "Take off your pants John, maybe Cindy won't like your big fat cock." John slid his pants to the floor. He showed his prong of a prick to what could only be described as Phoebe's prey. Cindy's sexy sweet slot drooled its appreciation dripping its lust onto the carpet right in front of Phoebe's eyes. Phoebe unbuttoned the front of Cindy's dress and slid her finger back into Cindy's swollen sex. Wiggling her finger to draw Cindy's attention from her man's dong she asked, "Are you going to let me taste you after you've used my man?"

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Rick watched Roberta on the couch in front of him being attended by two women, one on either side of her. She was blindfolded and could only feel the sensations their hands and lips were imparting on her body. The two women each had one nipple in their mouth; sucking and licking, making her nipples stand straight out. They both had one arm draped under a thigh and their fingers met at Roberta's slick pussy. Roberta squirmed under their touches as they both pushed their fingers inside her waiting pussy. Roberta moaned when she felt the intrusion of their fingers as they continued to lick and play with her body. Her body jumped when she felt a tongue slowly slide along her moist slit.

"Ohhh that feels so good Rick. If you keep that up, I'll cum in your mouth soon" she announced between moans.

Carol pushed her breasts into Rick's back as they watched the man kneeling before Roberta lick up and down her treasure spot. Rick smiled as he thought about how all this began.

"What do you buy your lover on Valentine's Day?" Rick mused as he tried to concentrate on the paperwork in front of him. It seemed every year he always fretted over what to buy his lover. In the past he had bought her flowers and candy or some small piece of jewelry. Recently, he had listened to a radio station call in program where the guests' speaker, a woman, told the audience that men should not buy sexy clothes for the woman of their life unless the woman asks for it. She said that invariably the men would pick out the wrong outfit. The women would wear it one time to please the husband or lover and then tuck it away in their drawer. If the woman specifically asked for the outfit, then it was ok to purchase it. This was all the more confusing to Rick as he tried to figure out what to buy Carol.

The office politics was of no help either as the talk at the water cooler between Ken, Joe, Patrick and Paul centered on what they were planning to buy their special friend for Valentine's Day. The men of course had one track minds, discussing the slinky negligee they were looking at in the latest fashion magazine brought to the office by the sexy receptionist, Roberta. Roberta was a very open minded woman who knew what she wanted and was not afraid to speak her mind. She sometimes said things that made most men cringe and embarrassed by her candid remarks. She overheard some of the men talking as they looked through her magazine.

"See anything in there you boys like" she quipped, as she walked into the break room. The men instantly froze as if caught with their hands in the cookie jar."

Ahhhh ..... ahhhh no not really" announced Patrick, the office weakling.

Patrick had thick rimmed glasses and always leered at the good-looking women out of the corner of his cubicle. He was considered harmless and the women in the office went out of their way to tease him on occasion. Sometimes they would give him a view of their bosom when they accidentally on purpose dropped something in front of him. Patrick would take the teasing with a good nature but he secretly wanted to know what it would feel like to fuck one of the office women.

Roberta was good looking with soft facial features that hid her mischievous nature. Her shoulder length auburn hair gave off a fiery highlight when the light hit it just right. The men in the office often tried sneaking a peak at her large breasts, which were usually wrapped in a tight sweater or blouse. She sometimes delighted in wearing her blouse with the top two or three buttons undone. Bending down in front of the men always gave them a nice shot of her cleavage. Patrick was her favorite target when she was in the mood to show off her body. She liked to watch him squirm and fidget as she slowly retrieved whatever it was that she dropped in front of him. She would look him directly in the eyes and smile provocatively. Patrick would always look away from her sexual glare.

"Come on men you can do better than that" Roberta laughed, relishing in the fact that she caught the boys in an awkward position. "I bet you'd all like to get those models in your bedroom and have your way with them, wouldn't you? What about you Patrick? Do you see anything in that magazine that turns you on?" she teased.

Patrick's faced turned red and he stammered that he had to get back to work. Roberta knew she had the upper hand now and continued her banter. "Boys don't you think it would be nice to buy your girl friend or wife one of those sexy outfits. I know I'd love to have my boyfriend give me some sexy clothes, take them off me and then make sweet passionate love to me."

Ken, Joe, and Paul all looked at Roberta in amazement. They were older and still a bit intimidated when a forceful woman spoke as if she were just one of the guys. The trio laughed nervously at her remarks.

Ken tried to act nonchalant as he asked "So Roberta, what outfit would you like your boyfriend to buy you?"

Undaunted, Roberta pulled the magazine from Joe's hands and flipped to a page showing sexy Valentine Day outfits.

"I'd like this one" she responded pointing to a model wearing a silky red bra with black lace trim. A bow with a heart was fastened where the cup and strap joined. The matching thong barely covered the model's pouting lips. Tiny hearts matching the ones on the bra were placed on the string that held the small piece of material in place. "Yes, this is the one I would want to wear on Valentine's Day when my boyfriend makes love to me." The silence was deafening as the three men stood looking at the luscious model in the magazine and then imagined Roberta wearing the outfit. Each of them fantasized that she was their lover and she was going to make love to them.

"Ahem," Paul coughed, "I've got to get back to my report for the old man or he will have my ass." Ken and Joe looked at their watches and announced they too had to get back to their work assignments. Roberta laughed lightly and bid them farewell with a knowing smile that she had embarrassed them again.

She walked back toward her desk smiling and with a slight swagger in her step. It was as if she was silently telling everyone that she had just claimed another victory over the water cooler boys. As she walked past her boss's office, she noticed Rick deep in thought. She had always liked Rick and thought he looked distinguished with his silver hair. His hair had turned early and he laughed at the office jokes about getting old early. Rick would always respond that the white hair was from all the wisdom he possessed. He also noticed that lately a lot of women smiled warmly when they passed him. He could tell that some of their smiles were more than token glances and he could pursue them if he wished. Roberta had made advances toward Rick but had not succeeded in landing him in bed. She thought he would be a tiger in bed and spent many hours at work fantasizing about the two of them fucking like banshees.

Roberta popped her head inside the door to say good morning, smiling as if she had a great secret. Rick glanced up from his papers and saw that mischievous grin on her face. He knew only too well her reputation around the office as a woman who stood her own ground with the men.

"So Roberta, what mischief did you get into with the boys so early in the day?" Rick said motioning for her to have a seat. She was only too happy to recount the events at the water cooler as she watched his eyes light up as the story unfolded. He laughed loudly as he imagined the look on the men's faces as she toyed with them.

"You would think that they would know you by now and at least play along" he laughed.

"I like to have them squirm in their pants every so often" Roberta remarked.

"Well just be careful you don't get charged with sexual harassment from those poor ole boys" he commented.

"Oh don't worry boss" she said in a suggestive voice, "I only tell them what I like and not what I'd like to do to them."

"And would you like to do something with them?" he said smiling.

"No not them, but there are a few guys around here that I'd like to get my claws into" she responded looking directly into his eyes.

Rick knew that Roberta would like to be more than friends are, but he just felt there was no real connection sexually between them. Changing the subject, he said "Roberta I'd like to get your input on something." He explained his dilemma with buying something special for Carol and told her about the radio talk show. "If I were to buy something sexy for her, how would I go about getting her to tell me so that it remains a surprise." He could see the disappointment on her face when he started talking about Carol.

"Well boss, I had a boyfriend once who bought me these awful outfits that I really didn't like but I had to act like I did so I didn't hurt the poor man's feelings. I think it's better to ask or go shopping with your girlfriend but I may have a better idea for you two if your game for it" she said giving him her sweet sexy smile again.

"Please tell me Roberta. I'd love to surprise her with something sexy" Rick said seeing the sudden interest again in her face.

"There is a nightclub downtown where I help out sometimes when they are busy. They are planning to have a private showing for Valentine's Day this weekend. The place closes to the public for one night and they have the wait staff and a few other people model sexy outfits for men and women. You can purchase the outfits you like that night. It is by invitation only and if you want to attend I could get you a couple of tickets" she explained hoping he would say yes. She had always wanted him and now was the chance she was waiting for.

"Hmmm that sounds very interesting. Maybe I should talk to Carol about it and see what she thinks" he said.

"I wouldn't tell her" Roberta quickly responded. "You should keep it a surprise and besides I'm sure she'll like the strong young virile men who will be waiting on her." Roberta sat frozen for a moment letting the thought sink into his head. "Let me know by the end of today if you want to go to our little show" she said with more suggestiveness in her voice.

Rick watched Roberta stand and walk to the door. Her ass swayed back and forth suggestively. When she got to the door, she half turned and smiled whispering in a low voice "remember, if you want to treat your lady to something very special, I need to know by the end of today." And then she was gone leaving Rick a little breathless and wondering what the hell had just gone in his office.

All day Rick toyed with the idea of attending the show. He knew Roberta wanted him and her suggestive manner left little doubt that she was still trying. Throughout the day he imagined her body decked out in sexy underwear, standing in front of him and then rubbing against his body. He felt a twinge in his pants as his daydream continued. He pictured her gyrating in front of him with her finger crooked toward him, urging him to come closer. His hands reach out and run softly over her covered breasts feeling them respond to his touch. Her nipples harden under his touch. He grabs each of them between his fingers and twists slightly listening to her soft moans of pleasure. The ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts. Roberta's soft voice on the other end informed him that his 3:00 appointment was waiting in the lobby.

Before hanging up, she asked "have you made up your mind about our little party?"

He could hear the sexiness in her voice, which had an immediate effect on his level of desire. "I'm still thinking about it and I'll let you know by the end of the day" he responded. He did not want to appear too eager to accept her invitation.

His appointment lasted longer than he had planned and when he called Roberta into his office most of the other employees had left for the day.

"Have you made your decision yet, boss?" Roberta asked as she smiled and sat down in the chair opposite his desk. Rick noticed her skirt slid up a little bit more than normal when she sat in the chair. With her skirt at mid thigh, it gave him a perfect view of her shapely thighs.

"The party sounds very intriguing" Rick responded. He decided to ask her a few pointed questions before he told her of his decision.

"Are you and your boyfriend also planning to attend the party?"

"Oh yes we will be there but not as spectators. Dave and I will be participating as models in the show" she told him in a sultry voice and a twinkle in her eyes. I'll be wearing some very sexy and revealing clothes" she added for good measure.

"So you and Dave will be wearing the sexy outfits?" Rick continued, trying to imagine Roberta prancing around in a skimpy outfit.

Roberta saw the fire in his eyes and shifted slightly in her chair giving him a better view of her open thighs. "One thing you can count on boss is that Dave and I will pay special attention to you and Carol. I think you both will enjoy the sight and sounds of the evening. If you know what I mean?" Roberta looked Rick directly in the eyes, knowing that she had his full-undivided attention. She continued in a low sexy tone "Besides wouldn't you enjoy seeing me in one of those frilly outfits that the boys at the water cooler drool about."

There was a moment of awkward silence as the sexual bantering weighed on Rick's mind. He had no doubt in his mind that he could get out of his chair and make love to her in his office if he wanted. He could see and hear some of the other employees in the outer office. Under different circumstances, Rick may have been tempted to taste her sweet delights but he knew Carol was waiting for him to pick her up later. "Roberta, when you put it that way, I don't know how I can say no" Rick said looking her body up and down imagining her sitting in front of him half naked in some sexy outfit.

"Ohhhh GOOD" Roberta squealed loud enough for the employees outside to hear her. They looked through the glass into Rick's office seeing a huge smile on her face. Roberta stood, and as she smoothed her skirt, said "boss you won't be sorry you said yes. I think you and Carol are going to have a great time."

"I hope it is half as good as you describe it" Rick said getting up to see her to the door.

"Oh boss, don't worry, you just let me take care of everything" she responded with a mischievous wink as she walked out the door.

Rick didn't mention his conversation to Carol that night, except to tell her that they were invited to closed party on Saturday. As they lay in bed, softly caressing each other, Carol asked about the particulars of the party and who would be there. He told her it would be a surprise and that she would have to wait until Saturday to have all her questions answered. He did tell her truthfully that the only people he knew for sure would be Roberta and her boyfriend Dave. Carol continued to ask questions about what to wear and what would the other people be wearing.

"I don't know what the other people will be wearing but you should wear something sexy" he told her smiling and pulling her closer. His hand landed on her breast feeling the soft skin.

"Will there be entertainment at this party?" she questioned.

"I think there will be some type of entertainment. You seem to be awfully interested in this party all of a sudden," Rick said thinking that Carol may know about what would be going on at the party.

"I'm just curious that's all. Since you won't tell me about it and say it's a surprise" Carol responded rolling over and sitting on top of his stomach. "What I want now though is to feel you hard cock inside my pussy," she said moving her lips down to meet his.

Carol's lips brushed over his lips as her body made contact with his. She felt her nipples graze against his chest making them harden. She moved them slowly back and forth, exciting his skin. Carol's tongue tenderly traced the outline of his mouth. Rick felt his cock rise from her nipples and tongue stroking his body. His hands found her ass, slowly stroking the tender skin before moving to the small of her back. Carol moaned when his hands made contact with one of her more sensitive areas. Her body rocked back and forth on top of his and as she pushed herself harder against his body, she felt his rigid cock against her ass.

"Mmmmm baby I feel your hard cock is awake and ready for some fun" she whispered into his mouth. Her mouth closed over his before he could answer, her tongue pushing its way into his waiting mouth. Rick's hands roamed over her back from her shoulder blades to her ass. He ran his fingers lightly over her skin feeling the goose bumps he was causing. Her hands clamped onto his hair pulling his mouth harder against hers. He grabbed her hard around the back and pulled her breasts against his chest. They moved together, touching ... kissing ... building their own internal desires of fire.

Carol's pussy rubbed over his stomach sending sweet sensations through her body. She was hot and there was only one thing that would cure her aching desire ... a nice hard cock buried inside her burning cunt. She lifted her lips off Rick's and announced, "I'm so horny tonight baby. I need to feel your hot hard cock in me." She reached behind her and grabbed Rick's hard tool between her fingers.

"Hmmm baby I love it when you stroke my hard cock" Rick responded as his breathing quickened. Carol's tits dangled in front of his face, tempting him to touch and kiss them. As Carol stroked Rick's cock, he reached out and caressed each breast in his hands. He felt her hard nipples and when he grabbed each one, she moaned throwing her head backwards.

"Oh fuck baby kiss my nipples" she moaned as Rick lifted his head to one of her nipples. His lips captured one and sucked it deep into his mouth bringing about another round of moans. "Bite it baby ... bite it ... please ... she pleaded. Rick's teeth closed around the rubbery nub and bit down softly. "Ohhh ... yeaa" came the moans from her lips as she grabbed his cock and squeezed harder.

Carol pulled her breast away and moved over his manhood. Grasping it, she slowly slid it along her slit. "Ahh ... yeaaa that's it ... Rub my cock over your hot juicy pussy" Rick moaned. He could feel her juices covering his cock head. When she slid it over and around her extended clit, Rick felt his cock jump with desire. He grabbed her luscious breasts as she moved his cock further down her slit. He felt her warmth engulf his cock when she pushed it inside her tunnel.

"I want to feel my cock deep in your pussy baby" he moaned when her tunnel opened and he slid inside. Both Carol and Rick let out long low moans the further he slid inside. When Carol's pussy had accepted all that he had, she started a slow rotating motion. Rick felt his cock head being massaged by her pussy. Carol gasped when she felt his cock push against her walls deep in her tunnel.

Rick pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Leaning up he captured a nipple and began nibbling and chewing on the hard nub. Carol cried out from the feeling of his teeth scraping on her nipple and his cock buried deep inside her. She rocked back and forth trying to push his cock deeper than it could ever go.

Putting her hands on his chest, she pushed herself straight up over his cock. Pinching his nipples brought moans from his mouth as she rose above him. Carol felt his cock sliding along her slick vaginal walls as she pulled herself upwards. Rick's eyes squeezed shut as he felt the exquisite pleasure on his cock. When she got to the top, she could feel his cock head lodged just inside her pussy. Her hips started slowly and then picked up speed engulfing his cock once more. Again the moans of the two lovers filled the room when his cock filled her pussy to the hilt.

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Valentine's Day. Fat ass booties

We had talked about what you wanted for Valentine’s Day, I just doubt you ever thought we would do it. And usually when we talked about these things you were on your belly with your fingers working busily on your hard clit. I left you on the bed after work (who would plan Valentine’s Day on a workday?), face down, with the covers pulled over you. Peaking out from under the blanket are three ropes, two attaching your feet to the corners of the footboard, and one pulling your left hand towards the headboard. I left your right hand free to wander, trusting that you won’t pull the blindfold off.

I kiss you on the cheek, and whisper that I’ll be right back. You pass your free hand up to my lips so I can taste how wet your pussy is already.

“Hurry, I’m not sure how long I can keep at the edge.”

I slip out, locking the door behind me, heading to the bar.

~~~

The bar was crowded, full of couples out celebrating Valentine’s Day. There was already a lot of groping in the corners. A bunch of men were gathered around me, their girlfriends scattered at the bar and tables. I hadn’t met them before.

“She’s hot, right?”

“Fuck yeah, she’s hot! She’s my girlfriend, for Christ’s sake. Big tits, lovely ass, full lips, amazing hair. And she loves to fuck.”

“So, we get to fuck her, right?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you get out of this?”

“Yours.”

“Mine what?”

“Your girlfriends. All of them.”

“Really, you think you can fuck all of our girlfriends? All ten of ours? ‘Cause I know all ten of us can fuck your girlfriend”

“I’d like to give it a try.”

There was general murmuring and then silence in the bar. The men dispersed to their women and the volume raised. Many hard glances were thrown my way, some appraising ones. I looked a little deeper into my scotch, trusting in the power of a totally spontaneous, idiotic idea. A lot of shit that makes no sense whatsoever sometimes happens in situations like this.

Pair by pair they trickled over to me, all agreeing, with different degrees of enthusiasm, some curious, some hungry, some I would have to keep an eye on. All types, all types. Checking me out, checking the competition out. Warming.

“OK, let’s go. It’s nearby, and we’ve been keeping her too long.”

We gathered our coats, pushed into the February night.

~~~

You had been busy while I’d been gone. The sheets and blankets were in a sweaty knot at the foot of the bed, and back and ass were flushed a deep red. The puddle beneath you had spread beyond your hips. Somehow you had gotten the little dildo out from the bedside table drawer and into your ass. I turned to look at the group behind me and faced their broad grins.

Your order came, muffled by the pillow and strained by tension, but clear enough.

“Strip.”

And then there was an eager clatter of zippers, buttons, dropped jackets, sweaters, shoes, pants, shirts, bras, underwear, panties.

I lean down next to your ear.

“There are a lot of them, I hope you can handle them all. You’d like them, but you’ll never see them. You’ll never know them, you’ll just feel them. They’re big – you’ll definitely feel them.”

“I won’t send our guests home disappointed. Just as long as you do your share, too.”

I look at the women undressing, and add my grin to their men.

“I’ll do my best, but I may need some help.”

A couple walked to the bed, hand in hand, smiling, naked. He’s tall and slight, black with a big cock, starting to swell. She’s white, big tits, nice big ass and a dirty sway to her hips. She licks her lips looking at us, and I can’t tell which one she’s looking at. He swings a leg over your head, pressing his cock against your lips, while she drops between your legs, pressing her face against your wet cunt.

“Oh yeah, she’s more than ready,” she says for the room to hear. Her right hand starts working the dildo in and out of your ass. Her man lets out a long moan as you take his cock between your lips, feeling it grow, getting it ready for your own pussy. He starts thrusting deeply into your mouth, too fast, too excited. You handle it with your free hand and tell him to fuck your cunt. “Now.”

He moves behind you, the girl lying back next to you on our bed. Her legs splay open, showing her trimmed pussy, and she gives me a wicked inviting smile. His cock slides easily into your cunt, but you give a little grimace as it stretches you. You reach back to fondle his balls, but she leans over and grabs your hand. She’s surprisingly strong. With her other hand she takes my cock and guides it up to her mouth, sucking me just long enough to get me hard and wet. Pressing her lips against your ear she whispers, “Oh, no, you just take it tonight. You just get fucked. You just make all these cocks cum, and you’ll get off, trust me.” She reaches over and ties your free hand down with the extra rope dangling from the bed post.

I move down her body, pausing to fuck her tits a couple of times before moving my cock into her cunt. We gasp together, you and I, and start fucking, you thrusting your hips at the mine behind you, and I’m stroking my cock into the girl spread before me. I know I have to go easy, or there’s no way I’ll be able to fuck all these women. Behind us, the crowd is getting restive. Hands are wandering over cocks, cupping tits, pinching nipples, fingering pussies. Women drop to their knees, sucking cocks they’ve never met. Another man crowds onto the bed (I think disjointedly that we should have gotten the king-size), pressing his cock against your mouth. You suck it in, mid-groan. He’s not as big as the man fucking you, and you take it deeper in your mouth, balls slapping against your clit and your chin. A small Asian woman pushes her head between my belly and the cunt I’m fucking. I feel her tongue flickering around the clit, slipping up and down my cock as I slide into the gripping pussy. I reach over her back to finger her ass and pussy, finding the other woman’s fingers already there. This is too much and I have to pull out.

Hmm, this isn’t going at all how I planned: I’d pictured a line of men fucking you and me fucking a line of women. It’s totally breaking down, and everyone is fucking each other, pulling out blankets to lie on the floor, pushing couch cushions together as a makeshift bed, and just laying across each other, fucking. Hell, I’m gonna put aside my retentiveness and just go with this, ‘cause my cock is so hard it’s pointing at the ceiling.

I move back to the bed, but see that my spot’s been taken by a built South Asian man, who’s fucking hard. The men fucking you have switched, and a third has pulled the dildo out of your ass. He’s fingering your ass with three of his fingers and is working on a fourth.

A hand grabs my cock and pulls me to the floor. A black woman smiles from over her shoulder, running a hand down over her ass, tugging my cock into her cunt. I grab onto her tits and push myself roughly into her. She gives me a “yes” and then a “harder”, taking my hands and moving them to her throat. I wrap them around her neck and her eyes roll back into her head as her lips spread into an ear-to-ear grin.

“Yeah, she likes that,” a soft voice whispers behind me, “do you like this?” she asks, spreading my ass and running a finger over my asshole. I bite my lip and nod, embarrassed and incredibly excited. Her finger disappears for a moment and returns slick, sliding around my rim. She puts a little pressure behind it and slips in, a little.

“Oh, this will never work,” she sighs and drops down my back. I feel her firm hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and pressing her tongue against my asshole. A sharp gasp in front of me reminds me to loosen my hands.

“Oh, sorry,” I mutter.

“’S okay.”

The woman behind me has wormed her tongue into my ass and is rimming me deep. She pulls her tongue out and replaces it with her fingers. Two, then three. Oh shit, this is getting to be too much. I pull out of the woman I’m fucking and lay back against the woman fucking me. The one in front of me spins around and takes my cock back into her mouth, licking my cock clean of her pussy juices. Then she gives me a little pout and moves on to more likely prospects. Soon she’s getting fucked hard by two guys holding her down.

On the bed, the two guys fucking you take turns cumming, one in you, one on you. A hot little red head, short and all curves, immediately moves over and starts eating you out, digging her tongue deep into your cunt. Your pussy twitchs around her invading tongue, pushing the cum into her mouth. She swallows it greedily and moves up over your ass, licking the cum that has dripped down the crack and gathered at the base of your spine.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum tonight. Many with the first guy, more with the second, and once getting your pussy cleaned of cum. More men move in around you, cocks dripping. One of them, with a long, thin cock, spreads your ass and starts lubing up his cock with the KY that’s being passed around. And then adds a healthy dollop to your asshole, working it in with two, three, and then four fingers. You’re completely relaxed from cumming so many times, and your ass opens up for him. A man moves in front of you, and you take his offered prick into your mouth. Behind you, you feel the cock lining up against your tight hole and then start to slide in. He’s narrower than what you’re used to, but long, and he knows what he’s doing. Slowly and gently he works his cock deep into your ass. You breathe deep around the cock in your mouth, and you can feel a talented fingernail tweaking your clit.

The woman behind me whispers, “You want to get closer right? You want to see your girlfriend fucked in the ass, right,” punctuating each point with a little deeper thrust of her fingers into me. I still haven’t seen her, but can feel her small tits pressed hard against my back. I don’t answer and don’t need to. She propels me to the bed where I lie next to you, head near your ass.

He’s fucking you smoothly now, deep into your ass and you’re thrusting back against him. Your hips are going to be bruised tomorrow from his grip on you, but that’s tomorrow. Right now you’re emitting a long wail that wavers just in and out of human hearing. The cock you’re sucking on has shot off on your face, and is dripping onto the pillows. The man behind you isn’t going to last much longer in your tight ass, and you start bucking hard against him, chanting under your breath, “cumcumcumcumcum, Now!” And he does, deep inside you, setting off another orgasm in your pussy, soaking the hand working your clit.

“Now, right?” asks the woman still working my ass.

“Yeah,” you reply, exhaustedly.

Hands grab me suddenly, while I’m lying there, and I see you stand up, loosened from your bonds.

“What the fuck,” I get out as my hands and feet are quickly and expertly tied to the bed. The last thing I see is a big smile on your face before the blindfold is slipped on. I can’t fight it, so I joined it.

I feel you pressing against me, sticky with and smelling of cum and pussy. You kiss me and I taste the other men on your tongue.

“My Love, you are so trusting. I mean, really, think about it,” I can’t reply because a wet pussy settles on my face and I’m busy sticking my tongue into it. “Didn’t it occur to you that it was pretty easy to convince ten hot couples you just met in a bar to come up here and have sex with somebody they had never met?”

I paused mid-lick. A good point.

“We had an agreement, me and the group. If you couldn’t figure it out by the time I got fucked in the ass, they would get to have their way with you. And me. And here we are.”

I‘m neglecting my licking duties, and the pussy begins to grind against my face. I get back to it as the woman reached back and, grabbing my hair, pulled me deeper into her cunt.

“So,” you say, grabbing my cock for emphasis, “you’re going to get fucked. Ready? Don’t bother answering.”

Something hot and wet engulfs my cock, and I can feel a vigorous tongue running up and down the shaft. Whoever this is knows what they’re doing.

“Oh, Babe,” you continue, “you should see this – your cock is really stretching his lips, but I think he’s going to take it all.” He? Something else we had talked about, but I didn’t realize this was the night. OK, can’t fight, so then enjoy. And he’s really good.

“Excuse me for a second, Love, but there’s this really hot pussy in front of me that I’m going to eat out now. I’d tell you what she looked like, but then you didn’t let me see who was fucking me, right? She’s hot, though, and dripping, and…” You get cut off and I can just hear the sounds of your licking over the moans of the girl.

The mouth on my cock pulls away and the cunt on my face moves away. I take a deep breath and lick my lips, collecting the taste of her pussy. I feel legs pressed on either side of my hips. Someone leaned down over me to speak into my ear. A pair of large tits pressed against me, making my cock grow another notch.

“Your girlfriend tells me you like ass-fucking.” I nod. “Here’s mine. Enjoy.” And something amazingly hot and tight stretches around my cock. Oh my God. This girl is good, and she works my cock expertly in her ass, keeping me from cumming.

“How’s that feel? How’s your cock feel in my ass? Mmmm, I love an ass fucking.” Oh, God, you know how helpless I am when women start talking dirty. “I think your girlfriend likes it, too. You should see her next to you taking it in the ass from two guys, one after the other, while she eats that pussy. Speaking of which, here’s some for you.” I open my mouth to start eating the expected pussy, but a hard cock passes through my lips instead.

Hmm, so this is what it’s all about. OK, let’s see where this will go (where do you think this will go, Idiot?). I go for it and start sucking on the cock, sucking it like I always wanted to be sucked. It does the trick, judging from his insistent thrusting.

“Oh, shit,” gasps the girl fucking me with her ass, “that’s what I like to see,” as she slips into a long and loud orgasm. She pulls off of me, leaving my cock twitching angrily in the air.

“OK, you liked her ass,” I hear you say after taking your girl to a throat wrenching orgasm. You’re kind of hiccupping, though, with the alternating thrust of the men taking turns in your ass. “Now try his.”

Another incredibly hot, tight ass slips over my cock, and I can feel his balls pressing against my belly as he bottoms out on my dick. Hard to saw which felt better, which turned me on more. I always dig a hot woman, but then again I’m not above doing something just because it’s nasty, you know.

The cock pulls out of my mouth, and he whispers gruffly in my ear, that was good, and now I’m going to fuck your girlfriend with it.” A moment later I hear your tell-tale moan as he shoves his cock into your cunt. The men fucking your ass move on to one of the other willing partners scattered around the room.

Suddenly there is more weight on my belly when a woman slides the cock of the man I’m fucking into her pussy. She leans backward onto me, stretching her body the length of mine. She stretches her arms up around my head and she twists her neck around to kiss me. He tongue tangles mine and then I feel a third join us. Yours. You lick around my ear, whispering as you go.

“You like that? How is his ass? Which do you prefer? Did you like sucking the cock fucking me? I liked licking the pussy fucking the man you’re fucking. Are you ready for more fucking? Are you ready for me?”

“Oh, God yes,” I gasp from among our lips.

The ass on my cock is gone; the woman on his cock is gone. And then you’re there. You’re tight cunt pushes on over my cock and your beautiful tits press against me. I feel the people gathering around us. You’re pulled upright and gasp as mouths attach to your nipples, a third mouth nuzzling down onto your clit. Slim fingers invade your ass, followed by the little purple dildo you like so much. Your moans are muffled suddenly by a hard cock in your mouth. Your fingers are pressed into a pussy with one hand and closed around a cock with the other.

A hot, wet cunt drops onto my mouth, and my legs are pulled apart so someone can get into my ass. A cock is placed in my left hand, and another pussy in my right. And your cunt is fucking me, fast and hard, and I know this is it.

A strong hand grips my cock tightly at the base, preventing me from cumming, whispering, “wait, wait, don’t you know it’s ‘Ladies first’?” Ah, yes.

One by one the people exploded around us, cumming on my face, in your hand, my hand onto your tits where it’s immediately licked up, and all around us on the floor.

This is getting to be torture for me, I need you to cum so I can, and finally I feel the flutterings in your cunt, the hard thrusts against the mouth latched to your clit, and then you are over and I’m following.

It’s never been this good. We have good sex, all the time, but this is another level. I feel your cum dripping down my hips, mixing with my cum seeping out of your cunt. And one-by-one my muscles relax, completely, and I can’t move. You drop onto me, as our various partners move away, gathering their clothes, showing themselves out. Muffled goodbyes, muffled thank yous. We’re alone, again, and you’re untying my bonds.

“So,” you say, “what did you get me?”

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