Chapter 9
"Go to...work instead."
"What?"
"My father's offices. Let's go there. There's something I need to get."
"But it's Saturday."
"Yeah, I know. The place will be empty."
Erin looked at her for a second, then nodded and turned the car. It took nearly a half-hour to reach the building where Tom's office was. By then, Nicky had settled down, and done up her pants again. She again acted cool, smug and knowing. Only now, there was an edge of excitement to her act.
She fished around in the bag of sex toys, shoved several into her pocketbook, then led Erin out of the parking lot and up to the elevator.
"Won't we, uh, run into anyone working?"
"My father's senior partner now. He doesn't trust anyone but the other partners to work on weekends. He's afraid they'll steal some of the pricy computers or poke their noses into other people's files and maybe sell what they find."
"He's not very trusting."
"He has no reason to be. Most of the employees hate him. He's a tightwad and a dictator."
She slid a card into a card reader in the elevator, then pressed the button for the top floor.
"He lets you come in?"
She smiled cynically. "No. I just stole one of his cards." The elevator opened and they emerged in the oak-lined entrance of the law firm. Nicky immediately went to the wall and turned off the alarm, then winked at her.
"What is it you want here?" Erin asked, looking nervously around.
"Come on."
She led her through the rows of desks to the glass-walled offices of the senior partners. She swept past them, then opened the double doors of the board room.
"Nice place," Erin said.
The table was about forty feet long and made of solid mahogany. Each huge leather chair lining it had a leather writing pad and a golden pen and pencil set in front of it. The walls were also mahogany, with portraits of old, and she presumed, dead former partners lining them.
Nicky went to the head of the board room table and pulled the chair back, then grinned at Erin and undid her top, sliding it up and off.
"What are you doing?" Erin whispered.
"Something I've always dreamed of, but never quite got around to."
She undid her bra and slid it off, then unbuckled her belt. "Get undressed," she said.
"You're crazy! If anyone found us...
"They won't."
She undid her shoes and stepped out of them, then shucked out of her pants and climbed onto the table.
Erin felt a scalding lust within her at the brazenness of doing it right on the board room table. She stripped off her own blouse and skirt, then, naked, climbed onto the table.
The two giggled anxiously as they sat there, soft buttocks sliding on the polished wood.
Nicky looked at Erin's big breasts and shook her head admiringly, then her jaw dropped.
"Wow. You shave all your pussy hair off?"
"A woman I know recommended it. Actually...she did it."
Erin leaned in and cupped Nicky's pussy, rubbing her fingers through the soft, downy hair. "She said it would feel more sensitive when someone was fingering or tonguing me," she said. "She was right."
She turned to sit closer, her arm going around the young woman her lips moving in along the nape of her neck. Nicky sighed and leaned back, laying back on the table as Erin stroked her fingers along her pussy, then eased them inside.
She was still quite moist, and her fingers slipped back and forth easily as she let her lips slide along Nicky's throat, then over her chest to kiss one pink nipple. She sucked it lightly, then began to lap at it, her fingers pumping as her thumb pressed down against her clitty.
Nicky groaned and spread her legs, then let her arms rise and fall back on the table above her, spread-eagling herself, baring herself for Erin's attention.
Erin licked around and around each nipple, then chewed lightly on them, sucking, licking, then chewing as her fingers continued to stroke in and out of the young woman. Nicky's body began to undulate, her hips pushing up in time to the pumping of Erin's fingers.
Erin licked upwards along her neck, then over her mouth, her tongue sliding back and forth along the Nicky's lips. They kissed, Nicky softly, uncertainly, Erin with more confidence.
Nicky moaned, raising an arm, sliding it around Erin, pulling her in on top of her. Their soft breasts slid together as their tongues tasted each other.
"I'm so h-hot," Nicky gasped.
Erin smiled, and licked downwards, chewing on each nipple, then sliding further, laying her body out on the enormous table as her hands caressed the young woman's thighs.
Nicky spread her legs wide again, closing her eyes as Erin licked up along her cleft, then spread her lips and plunged her tongue into the Nicky's hot, seeping pussy.
"Oh, yeeeesss!" Nicky groaned, her hips rolling, her ass jerking on the table. "Lick me! Lick my pussy!"
Seconds later, she cried out, arching her back sharply, holding her position as she trembled and shook, then settling her back to the table again with a long, low groan.
She lay still for long moments, then opened her eyes, a soft, satisfied smile curving her lips. She reached over and squeezed one of Erin's breasts, then sat up slowly, exchanging kisses with her. She giggled then and slid off the table, reaching for her pocketbook. She took something from it Erin didn't see, then ran from the room.
"Nicky!" she called.
"Follow me!" Nicky called back.
Erin followed, cupping her breasts to stop them from bouncing as she trotted down the hall. She watched Nicky let herself into another room with a key, and followed her in to find a massive desk before a huge plate glass window.
"My father's desk," she said with a leer. "Wouldn't he be pissed off to see how we're going to use it?"
"Nicky, if we get caught..."
"Don't be a chicken. Come here."
Erin padded nervously across the floor, looking at the wide open window and the buildings outside.
"Nobody's-likely to be looking, but they'll sure get an eyeful if they are," Nicky teased.
She raised her right hand and Erin saw it contained the big double-headed dildo. Nicky grinned lewdly, then sat back on the desk and raised her legs, putting her bare feet on the edge of her father's desk and spreading them wide.
Erin watched in excitement as the young woman slowly worked the thick rubber cock into her pussy. She groaned a few times, and Erin could see the thickness of the dildo was making her pussy lips stretch very wide indeed as she slowly pushed inch after inch up inside her slender body.
She eased her legs down, then closed her eyes with a shudder. She took a deep breath, then slid off the table and moved onto the massive leather executive chair, turning and straddling it sideways. "Come here," she whispered.
Erin eased onto the chair alongside her, like Nicky, sideways. Nicky was leaning over the side, her left leg pulled up high and hooked behind the back of the chair. Erin edged in so her pussy was close to Nicky's, raising her right leg and sliding it up across Nicky's left, then leaning against the other arm of the chair.
They both positioned the other head of the dildo against her snatch, and watched it sink in.
Inch after inch slid slowly past her own tight pussy lips until it was all inside her and Erin's bare little pussy was pressed up hard against Nicky's own soft pussy mound, the dildo locked between them.
"Oh, man, that feels...good!" Nicky gasped.
"Move," Erin panted, rolling her hips.
Nicky gasped as the thick rubber cock twisted around against her, then began to roll her own hips, both of them panting and moaning in pleasure as their pussies rubbed wetly and softly together around the thick, rubber prick.
Erin reached over and began to pinch and tug at Nicky's nipples as the young woman humped faster and faster, gasping and whimpering and moaning in heat. Her long hair flew back and forward as her head jerked rapidly, and her mouth opened wide as she breathed in short, sharp puffs and pants.
Just as they were both approaching climax the door was opened and a man stepped through. He stopped dead, eyes bulging as he saw the two naked women writhing and grinding their naked pussies together on the table.
Nicky gasped and made a feeble effort to cover herself, but Erin was too far gone, and didn't care anyway. She continued to thrust and grind her hips, her dripping snatch grinding against Nicky's own as she arched her back and cried out in release.
Her spasming pussy clamped down on the dildo inside as she came, and her bucking hips made the thick rubber fuck hard into Nicky, pumping frantically in and out, the end jamming against her cervix as Erin arched back across the arm of the chair.
That was too much for Nicky, who fell into orgasm herself even as the security guard approached, eyes wide and crotch bulging. She humped back against Erin, both of them grunting and gasping like wanton sluts as their pussies spurted hot cream down around the pumping dildo.
Erin recovered first, her eyes fluttering up at the security guard. She groaned, then stretched her hand up and out, rubbing her fingers along his bulging crotch.
"Come here, honey," she whispered, pulling on his belt.
The guard stared as she undid his pants and they fell to his ankles. Erin giggled, tugging his boxer shorts down and licking her lips as his cock sprang up and pointed at her.
She slipped her hand around it and pulled him closer, angling her neck back as she took it into her mouth.
Nicky blinked her eyes and groaned. She was hanging across the other arm of the big chair. She pulled herself up, then watched, eyes wide and hands belatedly trying to cover her naked flesh as Erin slid her lips up and down the guard's cock.
Then, to her astonishment, she watched Erin reach up and squeeze the guard's ass, pulling him in closer as she took his cock deeper. She saw a bulge in her slender neck as the guard's cockhead slipped into her throat, then felt a fluttering heat down in her pussy as she saw Erin's lips slide all the way down to the base of the guard's cock.
She reached down to finger her clitty as she watched, fascinated, and her hips soon started to hump against the dildo as the guard shuddered and humped into Erin's mouth.
It took very little time. Then the guard seized Erin's head and cried out in bliss, pumping his cock desperately before staggering back, his cock drooping.
Erin turned and looked at Nicky, who was staring at her even as she slowly ground her hips. "I guess we should really be going," she said.
She turned to look up at the guard. "You won't mention this to anyone, will you, dear?"
He shook his head slowly, eyes still wide.
"Do you think he'll talk?" Nicky asked worriedly.
"I doubt it. I don't think anyone will know who he was talking about if he does. Presuming they believe him, of course. He was just the temporary weekend guy, right? So he doesn't know you. He doesn't know us, and neither of us signed in or anything."
"Still..."
"Of course, from what I hear from Tom, all the guys who do know you would love to put you down on all fours and give you a real hard fucking."
"Yeah, I know." She rolled her eyes.
Erin laughed. "Including Tom."
"He's kind of cute, and he isn't as much of an ass-hole as most of them."
The all-female orgy turned out to be a hot affair. When Tom returned home, he found his wife and Nicky basking in sexual afterglow, naked.
"Your, uh, wife and Kelly did this," Nicky said, a little embarrassed at how bare her pussy was without any hair. Erin was out of the room.
"I thought you guys would all uh, be gone by now," Tom gulped.
"Oh, God, we could have gone all night," Nicky said tiredly. "I don't remember ever coming so many times in one day."
She tipped up the bottle of milk she'd been drinking from and drank thirstily, then deliberately let some milk trickle over her lips and down onto her chest. She knew his eyes would be following the milk's path as the white drops dribble down her breasts, then over them.
She lowered the bottle, grinning coyly at him.
"You want to fuck me, don't you, Tom?"
"Do I ever."
"Did you want to fuck me the first time we met?" He nodded. "You were wearing that black dress."
"Did you think about fucking me?" He nodded.
"How?"
"Then, pushing you up against the cabinet and fucking you against it. Later on..."
"Later on, you wanted to show me what a man you are by putting me on all fours and rutting into me like a bitch in heat."
"Yeah," he whispered.
"Your wife told me."
He licked his lips, and she reached over and ran her hand up and down his bulging crotch.
"If you want to fuck me now, Tom, you'll have to do it my way."
"Whatever you want," he said in a strangled voice. Nicky spread her legs, keeping them straight. "Eat me first."
Tom dropped to his knees, sliding his hands up and down her firm young thighs, then licked heavily at her bare slit. Nicky groaned very softly, once again surprised at how much more exquisite a tongue felt against her without any hair in the way. She put a hand on his head, then drank from the milk bottle again, slowly humping against Tom's mouth as his tongue drove into her hot little pussy and began to fuck her.
For Tom, it wasn't exactly what he had fantasized about, but he wasn't complaining. The feel of her round little ass cheeks under his hands was fantastic, and the taste and smell of her newly washed, newly shaved pussy crack really turned him on.
The many tongues and fingers which had worked her over that day had only served to make her pussy even more sensitive, and she was soon riding his tongue with soft gasps and moans.
Erin came out of the bathroom then and halted, surprised. She smirked and snorted to see her husband on his knees, worshipping Nicky's snatch, and thought of how she was going to tease him later about teaching Nicky a lesson.
Nicky came with a shudder, bucking against his tongue as the milk jug shook up and down, spilling more milk on her chest.
She arched her back, gasping from the heat as her lower torso humped furiously into his face, then upended the bottle, gasping as it poured over her breasts and chest, spilled down her belly, and slid in against her pussy slit and his madly lapping tongue.
She continued to shake, her movements more and more desperate as the orgasm rippled back and forth inside her. Then she gasped and her legs finally bent as she stumbled forward.
Tom's hands on her ass held her up and kept her from falling, and she backed away with a deep gasp, smiling at Erin.
"Okay," she said, "Get on the table there and I'll fuck you." Tom eagerly stripped and climbed on the kitchen table, then sat back as Nicky climbed up and straddled him. Erin moved in and watched as the young woman gripped his cock and held it upright, then rubbed her slick little slit up and down along it.
"Want to fuck me," Nicky whispered. "Give it to me hard." She let the head sink into her, forcing her swollen pussy lips back as she groaned in delight.
Tom reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft meat as Nicky sank down inch by inch, taking him up inside her.
Erin moved up next to them and began to rub Nicky's clit with the tip of her finger, and Nicky cursed softly, sliding lower, taking Tom's big prick up deep.
"Oh, that's good!" she gasped. "Rubber and plastic just can't match the feel of real prick."
Tom gloried in the tightness of her pussy around his throbbing tool.
"Did you know that Kelly had me like you wanted to, Tommy?" Nicky whispered. "I was on all fours, licking Kim's pussy, when Kelly used a strap-on dildo and rode me like crazy."
Tom's fingers worked more and more desperately as they crushed her small breasts, and he started raising his hips, humping up into her.
"Then she...pushed a dildo into my ass-hole," Nicky gasped. Erin smirked at how aroused her husband was getting, but at the same time, decided Nicky was getting too cocky.
She moved behind her, one hand still on her belly, finger still rubbing on her clit, then licked down between her small buttocks and began to flick her tongue at the young woman's ass-hole. Nicky gasped, her taunting words halting in mid-sentence as she felt Erin's tongue circling her ass-hole.
"Oh, God!" she whispered.
Erin giggled, then pushed her tongue forward. Nicky cried out as the soft, slippery tongue pushed into her and began to pump in and out, and she felt Erin's lips against her ass-hole. She came desperately, madly, bouncing up and down on Tom's hard prick as she squealed and cried out with the intensity of the pleasure.
Her spasming pussy tore at Tom's prick meat and he gave in, his own climax sending a white wave of sperm pumping up into the young woman's heaving, writhing body. Yet, he was so hot, so aroused that he stayed hard, and even as Erin began to sway and her head started to loll back and forth, he sat up, his arms around her, crushing his lips up against hers.
Then he rolled over atop her as Erin stepped back. Seconds later, he was on his knees between her legs as she smiled bliss filling her. He rolled her onto her belly, then a strong hand pulled her ass into the air and he thrust into her.
Nicky groaned weakly at first, but then pushed herself up on her arms, head back. "Go for it," she panted. "Do me, baby! Fuck me!"
Tom needed no urging, his fingers digging into her flanks as he pounded his cock into her with savage hunger and need. Erin walked around the table and bent, taking Nicky's head in her hands and kissing her deeply. Their tongues moved together as Nicky's body shuddered to the pounding of Tom's hips and the thrusting of his hard cock.
Nicky stayed overnight with them, and despite how weary she was from her long evening of fucking and sucking, she and Tom fucked long into the night. Erin would just get to sleep after one session, as the three lay there wearily, when one or the other would start up again.
She was tired enough herself to stay out of it for the most part. Also, she'd had plenty of Nicole, both during the afternoon and during the evening, and lots of Tom, of course.
Besides, she had her own party planned for next day, and didn't want to be too tired to enjoy it.
Nicky didn't leave until noon, and she didn't put her clothes back on until five minutes before that. Then Tom and Erin spent a more or less normal Sunday afternoon. Tom read the paper while Erin caught up on a little housework. Then they went out to a small cafe and sat in the sun for a while, drinking coffee.
Erin still had a hard time not thinking about what was going to happen that evening. It was something she'd always fantasized about. And as the hours ticked down she felt a growing heaviness in her loins.
By the time the doorbell rang, she was so excited, her skin felt raw and electric. She ran into the bedroom, not wanting to see whoever it was. She still hadn't decided what to wear. She'd changed her mind a dozen times.
She'd gone over all the hot, sexy leather and plastic things she'd bought, and had finally decided on the orange plastic pants with the big square holes along the hips, and a matching halter. But now she changed her mind again.
The bell rang again, then again, while she stared at her clothes in frustration, trying to pick the perfect thing to wear. Finally, she decided to keep it simple.
When she finally walked out into the living room, nervously smiling at Brian, Neil and Mike, she was wearing a short, shining, tissue-thin green dress that hung loosely around her thighs and white heels.
She knew all of them, of course, but each had promised to bring a friend, so she didn't know the other three men sitting in the living room. Tom introduced them as Paul, a husky black man, Dave, a sun-bronzed blond, and Peter, a curly-haired cop who worked with Kelly, and had come with Neil.
The six of them looked up at her hungrily as she stood there, especially the three strangers. Erin had never felt like such a complete sexual animal as she did then, all those lustful male eyes boring into her.
She got drinks for each of them, trying not to blush too much. Everyone was acting casual, or trying to. But everyone knew what they were there for, and the casual talk held little interest for them.
She sat down amid them, between Neil and Peter, primly crossing her legs as the men talked about the football game the previous evening.
Just as it was Kelly who had started things the previous evening, it was Kelly's husband Neil who did it then.
"You know, the ladies had a much more interesting evening than we did, Tom," he said.
"Yeah, so I heard."
"They had a little lesbian orgy," Neil said with a grin. Brian knew that, of course and Mike, but the other three men immediately looked interested.
"It wasn't an orgy, exactly," she said. "I mean, there was only six of us."
"And all those sex toys, the dildos and vibrators. Each vibrator could be equal to one man."
"More like three or four," she sniffed. "Since they never got soft."
Several of the men snorted or made loud protestations about how long they could stay hard. Neil just smirked, then slid his hand onto her bare leg. She pretended to ignore it, but every man there kept his eyes on that hand as it stroked up and down along her leg just above her knee.
"How many women did you have sex with yesterday, Erin?" he asked.
"Uhm, I'm not sure," she said, blushing. "Did you do anything with Kelly."
"Uh...I gave her head."
"What about Amanda?"
"The same. And...kind of...we kissed and rubbed our pussies together."
"What about Kim?"
"We used a double-headed dildo."
She was squirming a little, and she let her legs uncross as his hand slowly eased upwards, his fingers edging her light skirt higher.
"Did you do a sixty-nine?"
"With Nicky, and Morgan."
His fingers stroked along the inside of her thigh now, and her skirt eased up high enough for the men across to see her thin silk panties.
"You liked all that, did you?"
"Yeah," she said, her chest tightening as his fingers brushed against the crotch of her panties.
"Guess you like your sex," he said, sliding his fingers through her hair.
"A lot," she sighed as he turned her head to him and kissed her.
It was a soft kiss, but she slumped lower, letting her legs slide very slowly apart as his fingers traced the line of her slit through her panties, then tugged the waistband down and slipped inside them.
She felt his fingers probe at her slit, felt them slide along it, then ease inside, where she was already warm and wet. She groaned, spreading her legs wider as another hand, this one from the guy on the other side, Peter, reached out and cupped her left breast, squeezing and massaging it.
She continued to kiss Neil as Peter's lips moved along the other side of her neck and Neil's fingers wriggled up higher inside her pussy. Neil and Peter then lifted her ass a little, tugging the thin dress up her body. She lifted her arms with a groan as the dress was pulled free.
Her little lacy bra followed, and seconds later, her panties were slipped down her legs and off. She spread her legs wide apart, one going across Peter's lap, the other across Neil's, her insides boiling as she looked at the three men across the table staring at her.
Neil drove his fingers back into her pussy, then bent and kissed her throat. Peter licked and sucked on one breast, his hands sliding up and down her body. She reached out and rubbed their crotches, then undid their zippers and pants, and rubbed at their hot hard cocks.
Mike slipped his shirt off and pulled the table out of the way, then knelt between her legs, licking at her slit. Tom moved in and handed him a vibrator, and he and several of the men chuckled as Mike began to slide it up and down her cleft.
Erin moaned, her ass rolling from side to side. Mike pushed the dildo into her, pumping it slowly, sliding it deeper and deeper until it was buried in her hot, wet pussy. Neil's thumb stroked rapidly across her clitoris, and he and Peter sucked hard on her nipples as she approached her first climax.
She cried out, arching her back, jerking and shaking on the couch as the pleasure rolled over her.
The men then pulled the vibrator free and lifted her off the sofa and onto the floor. She took her position on all fours, surrounded by them, gripped by a heady mixture of lust and excitement.
Neil thrust into her hard, and she grunted, lurching forward briefly before spreading her arms out ahead of her. Then Peter dropped in front of her and fed her his cock. He pumped slowly, but she eased forward, gripping his ass, then sliding her lips all the way down his cock to the balls.
Several of the men cursed in excitement to see her swallow cock, and she moaned in pleasure, feeling like an incredibly wanton sexual creature. Neil hammered at her from behind, his hips slapping hard against her buttocks, his cock spearing deep into the swirling heat of her pussy.
Her breasts swung to and fro below her for only a few seconds before hands began to paw and squeeze them. She didn't know whose and didn't care. She knelt there surrounded by men, hands all over her, and basked in the sexual overload.
Hands ran up and down her back, down her belly to finger her clit, through her hair, over her neck, and, of course, over her ass and breasts. Men knelt on either side of her, watching and stroking, their cocks hard as she was pumped from both directions. Peter came inside her and another man, Mike, took his place, his cock thinner but longer. She sucked eagerly, grunting with the force of impact from Neil's hard rutting.
Neil came, but she hardly noted it except for the quickening of his strokes. Then he pulled back and someone else thrust into her, skewering her hard, then pumping from different directions, different angles, his cock moving steadily in and out as he gripped her flanks.
The men were talking, saying obscene things, making her gasp in heat and excitement.
When Mike finished, Brian moved in, but whoever was fucking her-it turned out to be Dave-stopped him and, instead, pulled out. "Brian. Lay back on your back. We'll have her slide her pussy down your cock," Dave said.
Brian agreed and Erin eagerly straddled him, then, with everyone watching, sank her bald little slit down on his prick, groaning in pleasure and to turn on the guys, feeling full as his cock impaled her.
Then Dave pushed at her back, getting her to lean down, to press her soft breasts against Brian's chest. She felt his cock at her anus, then his finger probing, pushing in and out, slick with lubricant. She groaned in delight, then turned her head as someone called her. She found Tom's cock at her lips and she took it in as Dave slowly worked his own prick up into her ass.
Dave's cock slid deep and she groaned around Tom's prick, bobbing her lips as she lifted her chest a little.
Dave and Brian pawed at her breasts as Brian started to hump up into her. Then Tom pulled back and Paul moved in to take his place. She didn't see Tom for a bit, busy with Paul's cock, and with the two cocks straining her belly.
She came again, body wriggling and writhing between the men as the sexual heat burned through her mind and the orgasmic power flayed her senses again and again. She went limp as it eased, but her body continued to jerk up and down as the three men worked their cocks into her.
It was some time before the cocks stopped coming, and then she was lifted and turned. She yelped as two of the stronger guys, Neil and Paul, each held one of her ankles up and apart. She dazedly noticed Tom standing to one side, holding their camcorder, and she came again just at the thought of her being on videotape.
The men held her as she shook and writhed, then lifted her a bit higher. Peter then lay on his back beneath her and the other two lowered her so her lips slid down his hard cock. They slid their cocks into her ass and pussy then, holding them there as Mike moved in and eased just inside Neil. Neil had to bend forward a little, keeping his legs well apart so Mike could go in front of him. Mike gripped her breasts and slipped his cock between them, then began to massage her soft breast meat around his stiff cock. Then she felt her hands taken, lifted up and out to either side. A hard cock was slipped into her palms, and she closed her fingers around them.
She came again, the sheer wickedness of what was happening overwhelming her. All the men started fucking her then, whether it was her hands or her ass or her tits, and she floated on a sea of blissful sexual fever, groaning and grunting around Peter's cock, jerking and shaking as she came again, then again, then again. Sex with six guys, and it was more than she could stand! It was such an incredible rush that she could hardly breath, and her mind tumbled and twisted like a cork in a high sea.
After that she really did need to recover. She lay back, sprawled back, on one of the big, overstuffed chairs while the guys drank a few beers.
It took her a lot less time to get her energy back, though, then it did the men to get ready. Grinning at them, she spread her legs apart, draping them across the arms of the chair, slumping down a little.
"You all ready to start again?" she taunted.
"Give us a break, honey," Tom groaned.
"Ha! None of us women had to rest," she said with a grin. "You men just don't have any staying power."
"We're not made of stone," Mike said.
"Unfortunately."
"But we do have plastic," Brian said.
Tom grinned, then he and Neil fished out the sex toys. The rest looked on as they worked vibrators up her pussy and ass, then pressed two more against her nipples, rolling them back and forth. Erin felt like her entire body was going to shake apart, and thrashed wildly as she climaxed again and again. Tom and Neil were relentless, though, pleasuring her with the vibrators, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until her stomach ached and she could hardly breath.
The sight and sound of her soon had the men hard again, and they gathered around her once more, stiff pricks jutting out demandingly. Once again, she was taken from three directions, grunting in pleasure as male flesh surrounded her.
At one point, she fell asleep, then woke, bleary-eyed, as someone-Dave, she soon realized-rolled her onto her stomach. She was wearing cowboy boots, but couldn't remember when she'd put them on.
Dave let his hands move slowly over her round buttocks, following the smooth contours of her body, then gently gripped her legs and spread them wide apart. She groaned comfortably, raising her ass a little as he knelt between her thighs, feeling incredibly open as his fingers probed at her ass.
He bent and she felt his lips on her ass, felt his tongue sliding over her round cheeks, then dipping in against her wrinkled little anal opening. His tongue circled slowly, then dipped inside. It was incredibly soft and slick, and she squirmed in delight as it pumped in and out of her.
His fingers slipped into her pussy, his thumb stroking her clit as he tongue-fucked her small hole. She was soon humping slowly up against him, grinding her hips in a soft, comfortable humping motion, groaning in pleasure.
Then he mounted her, sliding his prick down slowly into her anus, dipping it in, then pulling it back, letting it penetrate slowly until his balls were pressed flat against her ass cheeks. He let his weight down on her then, sighing comfortably as he licked at the nape of her neck.
She felt very full back there, but it was a delicious kind of fullness. And as Dave began to grind his pelvis against her she could feel his big prick twisting from side to side in her. Slowly, he started to pump, his pelvis grinding up and down first, then, as he increased the size of his strokes, rising up off her to pull his long length of cock up out of the depths of her body, then falling again to thrust it home.
It was a long, relaxed ass fuck, with his prong pumping slowly in and out of her as he rubbed his face against her hair, and slid a hand under her to cup and hold one soft, round breast.
She held her legs as wide as possible, enjoying the feel of his cock as it slid back and forth inside her, sighing, then rose, then pressed in, then rose again in time to the hard cock's thrusting.
Often, he would stop after a deep thrust and then roll his hips, grinding himself against her so his stiff cock twisted around in her, then he would give her several hard thrusts before slowing once more.
He finished with a final flurry, his hips smacking into her ass and bouncing them both on the bed. Then he disappeared and she fell back asleep.
A little later, Tom came in and woke her, smiling as he stroked her hair.
"So how did that go? like you wanted?"
"Yeah," she groaned softly. "Maybe next time, more guys though."
He laughed, and after a minute, she giggled as well.
He helped her off with the boots, then picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, where he'd run a bath. She groaned from the hot water, but relaxed snugly as he soaped her up gently, then lifted her out and bundled her in towels.
"Next week, the orgy," she said with a weak smile. "Tramp," he said, grinning.
It all left her so exhausted she had to take the next day off from work. She almost giggled when she called in, wondering what they'd say if she told them the truth, that she'd been fucked so hard she could hardly walk.
Mostly, it was the muscular spasms that her orgasms had brought which had exhausted her. Too many orgasms, too many spasms, all too close together. Every muscle in her body felt sore.
Nicky came over and gave her a massage, with some nice oil. But when Tom plugged in the VCR, the chaste massage turned sexual, with both women wide-eyed and hot at the sight of Erin's gang bang.
Erin's clitty was so swollen and tender that just the merest stroke of Nicky's finger sent her into convulsions.
Nicky began to spend an awful lot of time around them, in fact, and a few weeks later, she moved in. Erin liked her a lot, and the three made excellent partners in bed.
Erin and Tom had their first orgy the following weekend. All the participants from the previous weekend were invited, along with an Asian couple Neil and Kelly had met. Just as at the previous two parties, it started out with everyone standing around, glasses in hands, chatting idly.
The difference, of course, was, again, that everyone knew it was to be an orgy, and, as the women eyed the men and the men eyed the women, all were planning and waiting, measuring each potential partner and deciding who they wanted to get their hands on first. She and Kim started it with a deep-throating session, teaching the other women, none of whom had ever done it, how to deep-throat. They used a dildo to demonstrate, and although everyone laughed and made admiring sounds, there was a rising undercurrent of sexual desire through the group.
And when Kim demonstrated on one of the men, the group soon began to strip. Before long, Mike was thrusting into her from behind as she continued her demonstration. Then Erin was locked in an embrace with Peter, who buried his face between her tits even before he had managed to pull her dress off.
The living room and dining room were soon full of naked flesh as the orgy got into high gear. Gasps and moans, yelps and cries of pleasure filled the air as bodies moved and slid together, then apart, then together. Erin no sooner would finish with one partner, or two, when another would present him or herself.
She saw shy Amanda being fucked from two sides, riding Brian's cock as Dave rutted into her ass. Nicky was on her knees sucking Peter's cock. Even Morgan was laying back with her heels back behind her head while Paul rammed his cock down into her with hard, steady strokes.
She got up and wandered over to where Tom and Kelly were together in post-coitus comfort and squatted beside them. "Having fun?"
"Lots," Kelly said, grinning.
"I could use a drink," Tom said.
She nodded and got up, wanting one herself. She wandered into the kitchen, past where Neil had Kim up against the wall, and opened the fridge, then took out a bottle of cola as she reached up above her for glasses.
Mike padded in then, yawning, his cock bobbing a little as he walked. It was odd, yet nice to see everyone walking around in their birthday suits, and she smiled at him as she poured a drink. "Hi," he said, reaching around her to casually cup and squeeze her breast.
"Hi yourself. Want a drink?"
"Why not?"
He reached into the open fridge as she made it and came out with a can of cream whip. He grinned as he shot some into his mouth and swallowed it.
"Pig."
"You bet."
He shot some towards her mouth, but she yelped and turned away, so it hit her cheek. He laughed and turned her, moving in to lick it off her cheek. His hand slid down onto her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, then he spurted some more cream whip on her breasts, licking it off.
Soon, she was laying back on the table, her legs up over his shoulders as he thrust into her by the light coming from the open fridge.
Tom got tired of waiting for his drinks and wandered in, glaring at Mike.
"You could at least have waited until she got me my drink."
"I couldn't resist," Mike said. "Your wife has the tightest little pussy I've ever fucked."
Tom snorted and got his drinks, then walked past them as Erin grunted in delight, her legs bouncing on Mike's shoulders as his hips slapped into her upturned buttocks and his cock slid back and forth between her bald little pussy lips.
Later they held contests. First the men competed to see who could eat pussy the best. Morgan, Kelly and Erin sat back on the sofa and spread their legs, then the first three contestants began to lick. Mike had the best time of the first three, bringing Kelly off in four minutes. Then the next three men took their turns with Kim, Nicky and Amanda. Eventually, the two men with the best times competed, with Neil winning.
Just to put them to shame, however, Morgan and Kelly then competed against each other, and both beat Neil's time, with Nicky the happy subject.
When all the men had worn themselves out, the women turned to their own amusements. When it was found the young Asian woman had never done anything with women, Kelly, Kim and Nicky fought for space between her legs as her wide-eyed husband looked on. Erin and Morgan sucked and massaged her breasts as the other three tongued her entire crotch wildly.
It didn't take much of that kind of thing to get all the men excited once more, and the orgy resumed.
It was a far cry from the simple, straightforward sex she and Tom had known for so long, and Erin found every week bringing new and more interesting friends as their circle of swingers grew. She never regretted that first evening with Neil and Kelly, for never in her life had she enjoyed herself more thoroughly, or lived life more fully.
She continued to wear her, conservative clothes to work, and never involved anyone else-other than Nicky-in their little sexual games. The people there would have been astounded to learn that the woman who worked so studiously went home to multiple partners and screamed with glee as she climaxed again and again. But that somehow made it even better to Erin. She felt like she was living a double life, and was always amused at how the people at work behaved around her, watching their language as though she might be offended.
At work, she was cool and formal, but at night, when Erin went home, things got a little hotter.