Chapter 5

Joyce got off the elevator and walked nervously down the hall with Reta, wondering why she let Reta talk her into something so preposterous. Her feet felt like ice, and she just knew that she was going to make an absolute, total fool of herself.

Reta patted Joyce on the rump and said, "Relax, sweetheart, one of the guys might eat you whole, but he'll leave plenty for the next guy, and you said that you're dying for a good licking."

"That's a terrible pun," Joyce said.

The beautiful brunette who answered the door was six feet tall without the spike heels. She was wearing a black silk bustier that hugged her slender body like a second skin, and the perky breasts sticking out above it were a mere handful with long, saucy nipples. She could have made a fortune as a high-fashion model.

Joyce took one look at her and felt a quickening in her pussy, and she didn't even like women!

The woman gave them a bright smile said, "Reta, darling, I'm so glad you came.-You always give a party that extra little spark."

"You know just what to say to make a gal feel good," Reta laughed, then kissed the woman on the mouth. "This is Joyce. She's a novice, so treat her gently."

The woman held out her hand and smiled again. "Hello, Joyce, I'm Char."

Joyce took Char's hand and said, "I hope it's okay that Reta brought me."

Char kissed Joyce on the lips. "Darling, women are always welcome at my parties, and when they're as beautiful as you, they're doubly welcome."

Coming from such a beautiful woman, the compliment made Joyce blush, and the kiss nonplussed her.

"She doesn't do women," Reta chuckled.

Char kissed Joyce on the lips again. "Well, a kiss isn't the same as a lascivious lick, is it?" She chuckled sexily. "Maybe you ought to rethink your position. You turn me on, and you haven't been properly eaten until a woman does you, dear. Who knows better how to lick a pussy than another female? If you've got a pussy, you instinctively know how to lick one, right?"

"I don't," Joyce stammered, thoroughly flustered. Her face felt hot, as red as a beet.

"Oh, you do, you just don't know it yet," Char chuckled. "Please, come in. Reta, you know where the bar is. I'm afraid there's nothing but champagne punch."

"Oh, how terrible," Reta laughed. "You know that champagne makes me horny."

"That's what I was counting on, darling. I'd like to spend more time with you right now, but you're the last guests and I've got to get the festivities started. I'll see you later."

Joyce followed Reta into the living room and looked around. Everything in the place looked expensive. A string quartet was playing soft chamber music, and since she didn't see a quartet, she figured the big expensive stereo on the far wall was the stand-in.

Reta and Joyce got a glass of champagne and sat on a couch together, and Joyce looked around again. The other guests were mingling and talking. The men were fully clothed and the women were already in various states of undress, and she dreaded the moment she would have to undress.

Reta sensed her friend's discomfort and put her hand on Joyce's knee and said softly, "Relax, sweetheart, once the fun starts, you'll be just fine."

"So you say," Joyce replied. "Suppose I do something wrong?"

"Sweetheart, as long as you don't pee in the punch bowl, you can't do anything wrong at an orgy," Reta laughed.

A tall man walked slowly around the room ringing a little silver dinner bell.

"That's Ken, Char's husband," Reta said. "The first time I saw his cock, I nearly fainted. Even soft, the damn thing reaches almost to his knee."

"Oh, come on," Joyce said.

Everyone found a place to sit facing the center of the living room, and Char sauntered in front of them.

"We have a special treat for you tonight," Char said, "Anna and her sister Estrella. For those who're interested in such things, Anna is 20 and Estrella is 19."

Char moved away and the music got a little louder, but not as ear-splitting as heavy metal.

The music changed to lively rock and roll, and a young woman with brown skin and coal-black hair, wearing a long gown that looked at least one size too small for her lush body, walked around the end of a couch and stood in the middle of the room.

"This is Anna," Char said.

Anna closed her eyes, swayed to the music a moment or two, then picked up the beat and began to do a good bump and grind.

"Go for it, Anna," a man called, "show us what you've got!"

"Looks like she's got more than you can handle," a woman laughed.

"I'd sure like to try," another woman said.

"You'll get your chance," Char laughed.

As she danced, Anna removed her long evening gown seductively and danced in a sheer bra and panties. The bra barely contained her heavy tits, her panties covered little more than her slit, and her luxuriant bush looked as though it ought to be mowed.

Estrella, a younger version of her sister, danced into the middle of the room, wearing a sheer black teddy. The young women moved together in time to the music and kissed, and Joyce could see Estrella's tongue sliding in and out of Anna's mouth.

They hugged and Estrella unfastened Anna's bra, and danced back and tossed the bra over her shoulder. Anna gave the audience a big grin and shook her shoulders and made her big tits jiggle and bounce. They moved together again, and Anna removed Estrella's top, baring her slightly smaller, slightly firmer tits. Smaller in this case was relative. Either set of tits would more than fill four large male hands, with plenty left over.

They put their hands on each other's waist and rubbed their nipples together, then Estrella kissed her sister's nipples, bent her knees slowly and licked Anna's belly and crotch as she slid her panties down. Anna stepped out of her panties and spread her legs and Estrella buried her face in Anna's hairy triangle and kissed her pussy.

Joyce felt the hand on her knee tighten, and turned her head to the left to tell Reta not to get carried away. Her eyes widened, and the young man sitting next to her grinned and winked as he slid his hand up the inside of her leg.

"Oh," Joyce said quietly. She didn't think about it until she realized that she'd opened her legs and the young man's hand was close to her pussy.

"I'm Brian," the young man said. "I'm Joyce, and you're so young."

"I'm 20," Brian said, "and this isn't my first orgy."

Joyce felt Brian's hand touch her bare pussy and sucked her breath in sharply. What happened to my panties? I know I didn't leave home without them. How did he get them off without me knowing? "My son is older," she whispered.

Brian rubbed the tip of his finger lightly over her clit. "Every guy is somebody's son," he chuckled.

Well, it had started, and Joyce couldn't say that she was sorry. The young man feeling her up might be younger than Danny, but he seemed to know what he was doing. She scooted her ass forward a little and looked back at the dancers.

Anna stood and slowly removed Estrella's teddy and buried her face in her sister's muff, and even over the sound of the music, Joyce could hear the wet, slurping sound of tongue in pussy. Anna stood, and the sisters danced again, kissing, rubbing together and fondling each other lasciviously, and the erotic tension began to mount, so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Joyce felt a hand going down the front of her dress, looked to her right. "Oh, you're Ken," she whispered.

"And you're Joyce, our newcomer," Ken replied. "No, I'm not a mind reader. Char pointed you out."

Joyce looked across the room and saw Char sitting on the floor between two men, holding a cock in each hand. She looked back at Ken, realized that he was naked, and said, "Oh." She looked at his cock and said, "Oh, my, I thought Reta was kidding me." She put her hand on his thigh, then gripped his cock and whispered, "Oh, wow!"

Joyce couldn't help herself, she just had to see what the others were doing. As far as she could see, all the women were naked. One woman was finger-fucking herself rapidly as she watched the provocative sisters dance, another woman was stroking a man's cock and rubbing her pussy without taking her eyes from Estrella and Anna, and similar scenes were being repeated all over the room.

Joyce looked back at Estrella and Anna as they rolled into a 69. A loud, collective sigh filled the room as the sisters ate each other out, and within moments, everyone was naked and the orgy was officially underway.

Ken scooped Joyce's tits out of her dress and went back and forth between them, licking her nipples. She put her hand behind his head and stroked it tenderly, then felt a tongue in her pussy and peered past his head at her crotch.

Brian looked up at Joyce and grinned, then ducked his head and attacked her clit expertly. She arched her back and pushed her tit into Ken's mouth, squeezed his cock hard, and came with an intensity that dazzled her mind.

Ken picked Joyce up, laid her across a large ottoman on her back, with her hanging down one side and her splayed legs hanging down the other side. He knelt between her legs and stuck his cock in her without finesse, and she was amazed by how much he stretched her pussy. Thankfully, she was so wet, he slid in easily, but, as Reta had said, he sure packed her to the limit.

Brian knelt in front of her and stuck his cock in her mouth, and she sucked instinctively. She'd never had two cocks at the same time, and wasn't sure she wanted them now, in quite this way, but she had them and there was no going back. If the others were standing around watching her make a spectacle of herself, so be it.

Her mind became confused by passion, and she never thought of how uncomfortable she should have been, draped over the ottoman that way. She wiggled and twisted her ass and bobbed her head as well as she could, fucking and sucking and cumming almost constantly.

Brian's dick exploded in her mouth and his cum surprised her for a moment, then she got it down and kept right on sucking, hoping he would give her some juice to drink, but suddenly, he was gone and she felt a moment of regret.

Ken banged into her so hard, he pushed her forward, and she ended up with her shoulders on the floor and her ass on the ottoman. He continued to fuck her furiously and knocked her all the way onto the floor and followed her down. By the time she got herself righted, he was cumming with loud grunts, loading her up with hot cream, and she came again.

She lay in a stupor a few moments, then realized that she was alone. Is that the way they do it at orgies, fuck you and leave you, without even kissing you or saying thank you? Well, I did get everything I wanted, a tongue on my clit, my pussy full of hard cock, and my mouth full of cum, so I guess I can't complain too much.

She sat up and looked at the little group just a few feet away. Two women had a man on his back, one was riding his cock, the other was riding his face, and both were sucking a cock. The men getting blown shot their wads and stepped aside and one was replaced by a woman who pushed her pussy into one woman's face and the other was replaced by a man.

Well, they sure weren't paying any attention to me, she told herself.

On the other side of Joyce, a woman was on her knees, rapidly jacking off two men and alternately licking the head of their cocks. They came nearly simultaneously and their cum flew all over her face and tits. She drained them, wiped up their cum with one finger and ate it, gave them a big smile and looked around for new action.

They weren't looking at me, either, Joyce told herself.

She looked for Reta, and finally spotted her on the far side of the room in a lascivious tangle with several people of both genders, and suddenly realized that she'd better leave, or things she didn't want would happen, and she just might not be able to prevent them.

She got to her feet, put her tits away and straightened her dress as best she could, her only thought to get out of the apartment at once.

Her pussy seemed to squish with every move she made as she impatiently rode down in the elevator, hurried out to the street and hailed a cab.

She was sure the driver could hear her squelchy pussy and smell the sexual odor that hung around her like a misty cloud. If he could, he didn't say anything. Maybe he was accustomed to picking up sexually satiated fares in front of that building.