Chapter 14
As the time approached for their orgy guests to arrive, Carol kept expecting that she would get nervous, but it didn't happen.
She and Beth were dressed the same, wearing bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and high heels. Beth's bra and panties were pale blue, Carol's, virginal white. Adam had no problem in choosing colors since he was naked. His long tool was not erect, but gave the impression that it could achieve that state in a second.
When the bell rang, all looked at each other and Beth went to answer it. She returned with a couple who went directly to the library with Beth. There the man stripped naked, the woman retained her bra, panties and nylons, then they came to the salon to meet Carol.
Carol was not surprised at the fuss they made over her, she had come to expect it. The woman fondled her body as avidly as did her husband whose cock had stiffened at the sight of Carol, and was rubbing against her thigh.
Although Carol wrapped a hand around the big, stiff cock and played with it, her eyes were on his wife. She seemed to be in her mid or late thirties and a nice, rather heavy figure with big thighs and buttocks which felt firm under her hand as she explored them.
"I'd dearly love to get at your little cunt before the men start filling it up with cock juice," the woman, whose name was Frances, told her.
"I think that would be fun. Why not have a quickie right now?"
"I'm afraid your husband hasn't told you all the rules, dear," Frances told her. "No action is allowed before all the guests arrive. Still, I think we'll get our chance. You see, by general agreement, the chicks are allowed one round together before the men get into the act."
"Why is that?"
"Well, some gals like to eat pussy, but not after it's been fucked. This way, those fastidious ones get to lick at least one."
"How fussy," Carol observed. "I enjoy sucking Beth after Adam has pumped his juice into her. There's more to lap that way."
"You amaze me, Carol," the woman said with a smile. "It's so hard to imagine that only a couple of months ago you were a virgin and thought your pussy was just something to pee through."
"That's easy," Carol replied quickly, "I learn fast and I have very good teachers."
The two other couples arrived together to round out the small group that had been planned, and as they went into the library to undress, Carol saw that they were young and good looking. As she waited anxiously for them to reach the room, she thought of how silly she had been in fearing her first such party.
The two couples arrived in the room, and as they did, Frances rubbed a hand in Carol's crotch and whispered that after the official toast, they could grab a couch or a spot on the floor and do their thing. In response, Carol slipped a hand down the back of the woman's panties and rubbed a cheek that was so firm it could almost be called hard.
Looking at Beth, Carol wondered again why she had changed her mind about inviting a partner for herself and chose to just drift, but she seemed quite content with the situation.
"The way you handle my bum, dear," Frances told Carol, smiling warmly and pressing a hip against her, "I take it you like the spanking game.
"Yes, I love it. Both ways. How about you?
"I feel it's more blessed to give than to receive, but I can take a spanking pretty well. Care to swap before we go down?"
"Love to," Carol told her as she pressed the side of her hand into the deep valley between the big cheeks.
As host, Adam called for attention and proposed a toast to pleasure. Glasses were raised as all assembled drank eagerly to that.
"That's it, Carol," Frances said, as she lowered her glass, "let's find a place to sit and chat over these drinks, then get ready for fun. I can't wait to spank that lovely bum of yours and get my face between your thighs. Are you sure that skin of yours is real? I've never felt anything like it."
"I'm not sure," Carol grinned in reply, "daddy did own shares in Dupont, perhaps he had them make up something special for me."
"I'll make up something special for you," Frances told her as they reached a couch. Before sitting, the woman put her drink down and took her bra off.
Her breasts weren't bad, Carol decided. They were big and seemed fairly firm, but not with the firmness of youth. Rather, they looked like mature breasts that had been taken care of over the years. She decided it would be fun to bury her face in them.
Following the woman's lead, Carol removed her bra and was pleased at the squeal of delight it drew from the woman who reached for her big, firm bubbies with both hands.
They finished their drinks quickly, then Frances drew Carol across her thighs and took her panties down. A few seconds later, the panties were on the floor and Carol was being spanked.
Frances spanked well and soon had the young beauty shedding happy tears while a firm hand painted pink roses all over lush, previously white cheeks.
"Enough, dear?" she asked after a while. "Enough for now, I guess," she replied, one hand going behind her to feel a tingling bum cheek.
"Please let me go down on you now, Carol," the woman begged as she helped Carol to her feet. "I'll take my spanking after you come. I just can't wait to get at it."
Smiling, Carol sat on the edge of the couch, opened her legs wide and leaned back with her weight on her hands. The older woman dropped to her knees and gave a little sigh at the sight of the little pink pussy below the cluster of red hair.
Bending to the task, she took the soft lips into her mouth and rubbed them between her lips for a little while before she began sucking and licking.
While she enjoyed being dived, Carol looked around the room and saw that the men were still close to the bar, sipping drinks and enjoying the sights provided by the women at play.
Looking to see how Beth was doing without a partner, Carol found her and saw that she was doing just fine. She was kneeling and licking between the bum cheeks of a woman who knelt, lapping the pussy of another woman. Knowing Beth's style, Carol would have be that she had her tongue curled right into the woman's arsehole.
But Carol stopped seeing then as climax approached. Throwing her head back, her long red hair shimmering like a rich drape, she closed her eyes and went into orgasm.
Frances proved that she knew what to do with a cunt when she got her mouth on it, and as spasms rocked the seated beauty; her climax involved the tips of her fingers and toes. She had to fight the woman off when the sensation became too much to bear.
Taking only a couple of minutes to rest after the strong orgasm, Carol had her partner stand to have her panties taken down. The big, firm ass was even better looking with the panties out of the way.
There was no suggestion of oval at all. The firm, smooth cheeks were perfect rounds, like her own, but a lot bigger.
"I wish I didn't have so much of it," Frances told her as she explored her behind with her hands as well as her eyes.
"Don't be silly," Carol scolded. "I think it's a beauty and there's so much of it to spank. Kick them off and lie over my lap," Carol urged.
Frances began crying almost as soon as Carol began the spanking. The cries sounded too true to be pretended at all, and Carol saw tears falling. Excited, she began slapping the big cheeks harder, scolding her squirming victim for being such a baby.
Carol settled for just pinking the big mounds, rather than making them as red as she would have liked. Then while the woman lay on the couch crying after getting off her lap, she licked her lips, parted the big, smooth, willing thighs and buried her face in the silken heat of the big crotch to make the woman forget all about the sting in her buttocks.
After an impressive performance of bouncing and kicking through her orgasm, Frances sat up, told Carol what a great muff diver she was, then they went to the bar to be selected by men who would obviously be ready for action.
"Is she as good as she looks?" Frances' husband asked her while his eyes moved over Carol's well warmed body.
"It doesn't seem possible," she told him with a dreamy sigh, "but she is."
"Then how about meeting the head of the family, Carol?" he asked eagerly, pulling the foreskin well back to display the swollen head of his stiff prick.
"Love to," she told him, "but I think I could use a drink first."
The man provided a drink for her and they went to the same couch she had shared with his wife. While they sipped their drinks and chatted, he played with her breasts and in her crotch.
"How would you like to get rid of that?" Carol asked as she wrapped a gentle hand around his erection and gave it a little squeeze.
"Well, if you'll go along with it, I'd like to work it in your little pussy for a while, then take it out and have you suck me off. Do you suck?"
"I do everything," she assured him. "I haven't done it that way before, but it sounds like fun. Your bone should be nice and juicy when I take it in my mouth."
"It will get a lot juicer after it's been there a while," he told her.
"That's what I expect. Your balls feel very heavy. They should give me a nice drink."
"Shall we find out?" he asked, his hand rubbing in her crotch.
Carol hesitated for a moment, wondering whether or not she wanted him to go down on her first, then decided she wasn't really in the mood.
"If you'd kneel on all fours," he told her, "then when we're ready to make the switch, you could just turn around and take it in your mouth."
"Sounds like fun. I like taking it that way anyway because the prick gets in farther."
"If you take Adam's that way, it's a wonder you don't choke," he told her, grinning.
"I do and when he goes off it feels like his head is shooting right inside my womb."
As she achieved the desired position, the man paused to admire her luscious body, reaching under to fondle her breasts which hung heavily. His hands stayed there until her nipples became aroused and pointed down excitingly.
Kneeling behind her, then, he rubbed her arched rear, took his tool in his hand and moved it under the lush globes, still slightly pink from the spanking his wife had given them, and began probing the warmth of her crotch. At the touch, he felt her bum press back toward him, telling him she was ready for his cock, as anxious to take it as he was to give it.
Finding her slit, he pushed the head inside and held for a moment, not moving it. After that, with a series of short, delightful jabs, he fed his bone into her twat until she felt his belly rubbing her behind, telling her she had taken all he had to give.
The man worked his tool in and out with such studied slowness that Carol wondered how he could maintain such a degree of control. All the while he told her how beautiful she was and how delightfully her very tight slit aroused his pecker.
Once, to delay ejaculation, he withdrew his tool all the way and slapped it against her thighs while he waited for it to cool down.
It slipped in easily again. He gave her a few more slow strokes, then told her, in a husky, broken whisper, that he was ready to be sucked off.
Turning quickly, Carol took his well lubricated bone in her hand to guide it to her mouth. It felt delightfully wet, warm and slippery and she caught a faint aroma of her snatch wafting from it.
Before pushing it into her mouth, she licked away juice in a manner which delighted the man and kept him squirming and jerking, panting for breath while she drove him out of his mind with her mouth and tongue.
When she sensed he was on the verge of going off, she reached around him with one hand, held his cock firmly and pushed a finger between his buttocks. Just as her finger pushed up his hole, he began spurting into her mouth.
Carol gave his cock a few more slow strokes to keep it shooting as she drank greedily of the thick, warm fluid.
Leaving her partner drained and completely fatigued, she licked her lips, got up and went back to the bar where she found a few others, none of whom looked as fresh and eager as they had at the outset.
Through the long evening, Carol drifted around the room, joining in various conversations and finding that despite her cloistered life, her reading and general education permitted her to converse easily on many subjects, and with as much confidence as any of the others.
Around midnight, she became tired and stretched out on a couch as far from the bar as she could get. She fell off into a deep sleep quickly, and woke, not knowing how long she had slept, to find a man kneeling between her legs, licking her pussy and pulling himself in an effort to work up a hard-on.
When she opened both her eyes and her legs, he eagerly worked his face right into her crotch and lapped her until she came. It was, she decided, a lovely way to end a rest and return to the activities of the party.
"Still no luck?" she asked as she watched him working on his semi-stiff tool.
"No, damn it," he groaned.
"Bring it here and let's see what I can do with it," she invited and he complied, eagerly, as she sat up and he stood by the couch.
Taking the tired feeling cock in her hand, she gave it a few gentle jerks, then stuffed it into her mouth. It began to stiffen almost at once, and within a minute, it was hard and ready for anything.
"Shall I finish it this way or would you prefer some other method?" she asked, quite properly, being the perfect hostess.
"I'd love to get it between your beautiful legs," he told her.
"Then be my guest," she smiled, falling back on the couch and opening her legs wide to admit him.
He pushed into her quickly, delighted at the way the walls of her narrow slit gripped and held his tool. The erection had taken a long time to achieve, but it lasted a long time after he began screwing Carol, long enough to provide her with a delightful come, her second within a matter of minutes. It set her up so nicely that she went to the bar for another drink.
She found her husband alone there, and they chatted warmly, Carol assuring him that she was having a wonderful time at the party and was looking forward to an even bigger one soon.