Chapter 11
Susan was more fidgety than a cat on a hot tin roof all day Wednesday. She was simultaneously afraid the day would never end and terrified it wouldn't! She had to admit her mother had prepared her physically for an orgy. The mental part was what worried her. She knew she would be so nervous she would be about as popular as a fly in a punch bowl.
She calmed her nerves with a retrospection of the past two days. Marsha had kept her word and Susan spent two glorious days learning everything her mother knew about making love to a woman.
In addition to the oral and manual activities, they took turns fucking each other with the dildo, humping on the double-ended dildo, and used every vibrator Marsha owned, both on themselves and each other. Marsha had also broken in Susan's asshole so she was physically prepared to take a cock up the ass, if and when the opportunity ever presented itself.
Marsha reassured Susan often during the day, but still she had trouble getting into her dress, which was all Marsha said she could wear. She even fell off her high-heeled sandals!
"What if no one-likes me, Mother?" she asked nervously as they drove the few blocks to the house where the group was meeting that night. She had vetoed the suggestion that they walk. She knew her knees would collapse before she got half a block. "What if I make an absolute fool of myself?"
"You have a habit of asking two separate questions at the same time," Marsha replied, chuckling softly. "Believe me, you'll meet a lot of people, men and women, who will like you. Unless you go wild and piss all over the hostess, you won't make a fool of yourself."
"What if a man who doesn't appeal to me wants to fuck me? Isn't everyone expected to fuck anyone who wants them at an orgy?"
"No. You don't have to do anything with anyone. If someone or some act doesn't appeal to you, politely say no and move on. If someone gets too persistent or obnoxious, they're immediately asked to leave and told to never come back. We get together to fuck, darling, but we're don't forget our manners. In fact, I've found people at an orgy much more polite than they are at a cocktail party. Good form, cleanliness and common sense etiquette are very important. Relax. You'll enjoy yourself."
"Easy for you to say," Susan muttered. "This isn't your first time."
"I was just as nervous my first time, darling. Ryan took me, and I was sure I wouldn't leave his side all night." Marsha laughed mirthfully. "Wouldn't you know, I literally climbed all over the first man who spoke to me. Then I had to try everything with everyone. Ryan had to pick me up and carry me home. We must have made quite a sight toddling down the street, me half-dressed and limp as a rag doll."
"I'll be lucky if no one even notices me," Susan said ruefully. "I just know I'm going to make a real ass of myself."
Susan did much better than she expected. She got through meeting the host and hostess without difficulty and even fared well during the brief cocktail period before the show started. Of course, everyone was still dressed, more or less, which made it easier.
She nearly lost her nerve when she had to leave her dress at the door on the way into what the hostess called their party room. She felt ridiculous walking around naked, wearing high heels.
The seductive scent of incense hung heavily in the air. Susan quickly found a seat on a plush sofa, hoping Marsha would sit with her. Her heart fell into her stomach when a naked man sat down on each side of her.
She stared at the low platform in the center of the room, trying to figure out its purpose. Nervously, she quickly glanced at each man, then back at the platform, and sucked in her breath.
A beautiful woman stood in the middle of the platform, feet apart, hands on her hips, wearing a short red silk robe that barely covered her shapely ass and arrogantly jutting thirty-eight inch breasts. She had a coy, seductive smile on her face. She stood proudly, looking slowly around the room--wanton, raw sex personified-as she repeatedly dipped a finger in her twat, then putting it in her mouth and slowly sucking the pussy juice from it.
The room lights dimmed and sounds came from the stereo-erotic sounds of heavy fucking and sucking rather than music.
Susan felt herself getting very excited. She had no idea what the woman was going to do, but just her sultry aura and suggestive behavior was stimulating.
"Who is she?" Susan whispered, not expecting an answer.
"My wife, Laura," the man on her right said. "Isn't she something?"
"Exquisite," Susan said.
"Oh, I'm Roger. The guy on your left is Peter."
Roger made no effort to shake hands, so neither did Susan. She immediately felt more relaxed, however, being able to put names to the men. "Hello, Roger. Hello, Peter. I'm Susan."
"Haven't seen you here before," Peter said. "And believe me, I would remember you! I don't forget any beautiful, sexy woman I meet. This your first time?"
Roger's compliment made Susan feel totally at ease. At least one man liked her! She smiled and said, "Yes." For a moment, she pondered how to identify her mother, then said, "My mother, Marsha, brought me."
"So she finally found the right time to approach you," Roger said. "She's been talking about you for weeks. Whoa, here we go. We'll talk more later. I don't want to miss any of the show."
Laura turned her back to them, bent way over and shot a lascivious "fuck me" smile between her long legs. She straightened up, deftly slipped out of her robe and let it fall to the platform. She turned back around, spread her legs wide and knelt. Her thick thatch of brown pubic hair was neatly trimmed into the shape of the ace of spades.
Without looking, Laura reached down by the platform and picked up a fourteen-inch, monstrously thick vibrator that not only moved in and out like a piston, but also made small, circular motions as it hummed and vibrated.
"My God, that thing is stupendous," Susan breathed. "Surely she can't put it in her!"
"Oh, yes, she can," Roger said. "She can also walk around the room holding a pencil in her pussy."
"Unbelievable," Susan said.
Laura moaned softly as she worked the vibrator over her gorgeous body, paying special attention to her jutting tits. Her ruby-red areolae were as big as silver dollars, and her fleshy nipples stuck out like bullets. She ran the vibrator over one tit as she lifted the other heavy mound to her mouth to lick and suck her nipples, leaving them shiny with saliva.
Turning her attention to her steaming crack, she ran the pulsating dildo up and down her soggy lips and over her clit, moaning louder all the time. Then she lifted the juice-slick dildo to her sensual mouth and licked it clean. Her twat and the inside of her thighs glistened from the flow of her pussy juice.
She set the vibrator on full speed and slowly guided the massive knob into her cunt, effortlessly taking all fourteen inches. Then she slowly pulled it almost all the way out. Using both hands, she rammed the big fucker in and out of her oily hole. Her long cunt lips were stretched so tightly around the massive dildo they looked as if they might break.
"Oh, God, how exciting!" Susan whispered. Without thinking, she reached into Roger and Peter's lap, took a cock in each hand, and began to pull them vigorously. "God, this is really turning me on!"
"Don't pull it off," Roger said.
Susan looked at him, at first not understanding what he meant, then realized what she was doing. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. She started to take her hand away.
Roger caught it and wrapped her fingers back around his shaft. "You can play with it. Just don't try to pull it out by the roots. I have plans for it later."
Susan grinned and said, "I sure as hell hope so!" She looked back at Laura as she continued to stroke both cocks, with more finesse this time.
Laura left the gargantuan vibrator pulsating and churning deep inside her cunt, using her well-conditioned vaginal muscles to hold it in as she spun around quickly on her knees and elbows and stuck her luscious ass up in the air. Everyone had a clear view as she slipped her middle finger into her slit and began playing with her clit while the dildo hummed away in her cunt.
Susan felt two different hands slinking up the inside of her thighs. She kept her eyes on Laura and spread her legs. The hands moved into her crotch. Two fingers slid into her drenched hole and two fingers captured her clit. She slumped a little lower and began to hunch her cunt as an orgasm began to stir deep in her belly.
Laura's entire body began to shudder in an orgasm so fierce it brought tears to her eyes. She shook her head and her beautiful mane of brown hair swirled around her face. A look of pure, unadulterated lust covered her beautiful face.
Watching the lascivious woman's hips and ass undulate and listening to her wailing out loud like a wild woman kicked Susan's emotions higher. She glanced around, looking for her mother.
Marsha sat on another sofa a few feet away, between a man and a woman. She had the man's cock in one hand and her other hand in the woman's crotch. The man was playing with her tits, and the woman was fingering her pussy.
Susan glanced quickly to her right, then her left, then back at Laura. "Suck my tits," she muttered. "I'm going to cum."
Roger and Peter each took a nipple and began to suck avidly. Roger finger-fucked her harder and Peter agitated her clit faster.
The licentious sound of several other women moaning and squealing in orgasm sent Susan over the edge. Her climax was long and hard, so powerful she couldn't keep her eyes open. Much to her regret. She wanted to watch everything Laura did. Her orgasm had a side benefit, however. It freed her of the last smidgen of reticence. She opened her eyes and looked at Laura. She hadn't missed a thing.
The vibrator in Laura's cunt continued to drive her wild with lust. Caught up in another orgasm, she writhed and squirmed in response to the incredible onslaught. She had both hands on her tits, playing with her nipples. Her cries rose to a near wail as she went off like crazy again. Her entire body bucked and jerked wildly, as if shocked by a powerful jolt of electricity.
"Somebody fuck me," Susan whimpered. "Anybody! Everybody!"
Roger lifted her legs onto the couch and knelt between them. Peter got on his knees astraddle her head and stuck his cock in her mouth as Roger rammed his cock into her steaming snatch.
Susan came immediately. In her furious excitement, she wasn't even aware that she tried to swallow all of Peter's dick. She was really getting into it when both men withdrew.
"Oh, no!" she wailed. "Don't leave me!"
"We aren't," Peter said. "We're just changing places. Roger says you have a terrific cunt and I want to fuck it."
Totally engrossed by her orgasm, Susan hadn't heard anyone say anything. She didn't care if they recited the pledge of allegiance as long as they continued to fuck her.
And fuck her they did. She had one orgasm after the other, and every time she came, the men switched places. Just when she thought she would lose her mind if she came again, one man filled her mouth with sperm and the other one loaded up her cunt. She didn't know who came where, and couldn't have cared less!
The men dismounted and someone pulled her into a sitting position. She felt a mouth on her pussy and looked down to see Laura busily sucking the cum out of her gooey hole. Then Marsha kissed her and ran her tongue down her throat to get a share of the cum she had eaten.
Things got better, if possible. The furniture was pulled into a big circle, and as the newcomer, Susan had the pleasure of going around the room, giving each pussy several licks, each cock several sucks, and sitting on each cock for ten strokes until she came again. She cheated and came on each cock! The overall experience nearly blew her mind.
In the car on the way back home, Marsha said, "I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself."
"I had a ball!" Susan giggled.
"More like a couple of dozen," Marsha said. "How many men did you fuck?"
"I have no idea. Nor do I know how many pussies I sucked. Laura's show would have been enough to give a brass monkey a hard-on. Having two cocks to play with and getting finger-fucked by two men while I watched her got me so excited I seemed to lose all control. Guess I was as wild as you were at your first orgy. I didn't do anything to embarrass you, did I?"
"Good lord, no!" Marsha hastily assured her. She pulled into the garage and gave Susan a kiss before getting out of the car. "I was very proud of you. I am very proud of you. I don't think you're inhibited any longer."
"If I am, I can't tell it," Susan said happily. In the house, she went directly to the liquor cabinet and fixed two drinks. "I'm going to call David tomorrow. Ask him to take a three-day weekend and come up here. I want to meet him on neutral ground and get everything worked out."
She gave Marsha a drink and sat down across from her. "Who would you recommend I ask to fuck me while my darling husband watches? Not Ryan or Greg. I want someone new. Someone I haven't already had. I'm not going to tell David what I've been doing and I don't want some guy talking out of school and letting the cat out of the bag."
"Do you remember Ingrid?"
"She was the little blonde who looked as if half of her weight was hanging on her chest, wasn't she? She exudes sex, but I don't think David had in mind watching another woman fuck me with a dildo."
"She has a brother, Arne, a big blond hunk with a gorgeous cock. He wasn't there tonight. He would be perfect. If David doesn't get green-eyed watching him fuck you, nothing will make him jealous. Just in case you're interested, Ingrid is a skillful photographer. Both still and video. She specializes in erotic photos and videos. Many in the group use her when they want to record keepsakes."
"Hey, there's an idea," Susan said. "David might like a sexy video to remind him of the first time I fucked another man in front of him." She paused and frowned. "I remember doing a sixty-nine with Ingrid while a couple of guys fucked us from behind. Kind of interesting watching a cock slide in and out of her pussy while I licked her clit. She won't talk out of turn, will she?"
Marsha filed away the information for future use. "No way. She's a paragon of discretion."
It suddenly dawned on Susan that Ingrid and Arne were brother and sister. "What about their relationship? That won't get in the way, will it? I mean, I don't want Arne to be inhibited because his sister is watching and videotaping the event. Whoever I chose has to give me the fucking of my life. David is going to get what he wants, in spades."
Marsha smiled. "Honey, they put on the show shortly after I joined the group. One of the best I've ever seen. They got everyone so charged up, we had one of the best parties ever." She grinned. "Until tonight, when you got them even more charged up."
"Guess it runs in the family," Susan quipped. "Then it's settled. I'll tell you when after I talk to David. Should I take him to a motel?"
"Why not use my bedroom? The mirror on the ceiling might interest him. I don't mind getting lost for one night. Ryan is always available when I need an escort."
"Or a ride on a nice cock," Susan said with a grin. She stood and stretched like a contented pussy cat. "I'm going to take a shower and get my ass to bed. I'll sleep with you if you like, but I'm worn out, so don't expect any wild romping."
"How about some tame romping?"
"You are insatiable." Susan held out her hand.
"Come on, I should be good for one mild round of clit licking."
"I'm no more insatiable than you are, honey," Marsha said. "Don't be too sure about only one round."
Susan discovered she was just as insatiable as her mother when it came to orgasms, and that Marsha was right about not being able to stop with only one round. She went to sleep a couple of hours later, finally totally exhausted for sure, with her finger in her mother's pussy and a nipple in her mouth.