Chapter 1
Maura Jameison was the last to arrive and the first to undress. She didn't need the hostess's, Alice's, signal. The murmur of nervous conversation and the anxious looks on the faces of the three couples told her exactly what the situation was.
Rather than introduce herself, she merely nodded and went right into Alice's bedroom. About five minutes later, she stepped out completely naked.
All conversation stopped, and it was as if everyone had suddenly been frozen in place. Someone dropped a glass, and everyone jumped.
Scanning their faces for a moment, she stepped up to a tall, dark-haired man who was holding his wife's hand. "Hi, I'm Maura Jameison," she said. "I guess you're new to these parties, uh.. . . "
"Uh, Ken," he replied, and struggled for something else to say.
There was a rustling of cloth, and out of the comer of her eye, Maura saw Alice take a seat in a far corner. She remembered vividly how well the woman performed oral sex on her, and Maura ignored the shiver of sexual excitement that ran through her.
At this point, it was imperative that she keep a calm demeanor. Ken's wife jerked away from his hand and stared at Maura as if she'd never seen a woman before.
"Are you just called Mrs. Ken?" Maura asked her, smiling warmly.
Taken aback, the short, curly-headed blonde stammered out that her name was Kate. She was wearing a short, tight skirt which accented her full hips, and she'd tied her blouse under her breasts. This had the effect of concealing them, and Maura gazed thoughtfully at the blonde newcomer's chest.
"I'll bet your breasts are as nice as mine." She cupped her breasts, lean and sloping gently away from her torso to curve up so that her nipples were almost pointed at the ceiling. Looking at Ken, she lifted her boobs a little and said, "Don't you think so?"
The other two couples gathered around. Turning away from Ken and his wife, she pointed her tits at a tall slender brunette. The tightly molded fabric of her black dress hinted at two huge breasts. Next to her, the third woman, wearing a jacket over a bikini top and denim shorts, giggled nervously and took her jacket off.
Maura immediately turned to her. "Well, you're showing a little more, but I still can't tell.. . . " She twisted her features in an impersonation of someone lost in thought, and the other two women giggled.
"Why don't we have a.. .a beauty contest, a breast beauty contest?" Maura suggested. "Look, I'm first." She jiggled her bare boobs in her palms. "Besides, I'm naked all the way."
She looked down at herself, deliberately drawing attention to what they'd been trying to avoid. Ken sighed and gazed hard at the dark-red strip of Maura's pussy hair.
What made it even more appealing was the flaming-red hair atop Maura's head. The other two men looked as well, and Maura could see the lust in their eyes. Kate glanced once, shuddered and turned away. Rather than respond to that, Maura turned to the other two women.
"Okay, who's going next?" she said, resting her hands atop her thighs to keep attention focused on her pussy.
The slender brunette, Amelia, glanced at her husband, a sandy-haired athletic type named Bob. He smiled and shrugged. She turned to the third woman, small hips, breasts small enough to be hidden by her bikini top, and a boyish face, the look amplified by her severely short brown hair. Her name was Gwen, and her eyes lit up with excitement.
Dan, her husband, stood beside her. There was a stunned look on his face as he gazed around the room, and Maura noticed his effort to avoid looking at her.
He might be a problem. Then again, so might the curly-headed blonde. Kate was standing with her back to the snack table, her arms folded across her chest. Her expression was grim, and Ken's was mournful. Hadn't these people been checked or talked to? She was about to excuse herself for a private talk with Alice when Amelia undid her top and let it drop to her waist.
Maura recovered herself before it showed that she'd been taken aback. "Oh, your breasts are beautiful," she said, careful to keep at least two feet away from Amelia. That was as much for her comfort as for the brunette newcomer's. Two medium-sized round breasts jutted straight out from the woman's torso, her long pink nipples appearing to beckon to Maura.
"Does he ever fuck you there?" Maura asked.
Amelia giggled shyly and shook her head yes.
Maura continued, "What do you do with your mouth when he's doing that?"
She glanced up at Kate. The woman hadn't moved, and her expression hadn't changed. A shrill laugh erupted from Gwen. "This is almost like one of those talk shows."
Gwen glanced at Dan. He stared at her for a long moment, then, like Bob had, he grinned and shrugged. "Go ahead," he smiled. "Before you start telling me whose idea this was to begin with."
Two small, half-apple breasts tipped with tiny red nipples came into view. Maura said, "Incredible. We all have beautiful tits."
She was relieved to see Dan come around, but she gave no hint of what she was thinking as she stepped up to Amelia for a side-by-side comparison. One potential source of trouble had been taken care of, and that left Kate. The curly-headed newcomer's hands were at her sides now, but her expression wasn't any the less grim.
Deciding to take a chance, Maura asked Ken to step up and help judge. Dan and Bob were already in place, grinning from ear to ear as their eyes roved over the three sets of naked tits and took occasional glances at Maura's red-haired pussy. Ken started to step forward, looked at his wife and stayed where he was.
Maura felt her spirits sink. She realized she had to deal directly with Kate, and she stepped over to her.
"Are you really upset by this?" she asked softly.
The question and the tone of Maura's voice apparently threw the blonde newcomer off. A sad look crossed her face, and she looked down at her feet.
"It's not upset." she said. "I just don't think I have the body to parade around naked in."
"Hey, it's what you do with your body that counts," Kate murmured softly. "We just happened to have a collection of hardbodies, and-" she stopped, her eyes roving up and down Kate's frame. "Say, you're not at all fat. I mean, that's what just about everyone who's shy is shy about."
"Well, look." Kate forced herself to look in Maura's eyes. "My tits are really small. I didn't think I could compete-"
"Wait a minute." Ken stepped up and laid a hand firmly on his wife's shoulder. "We had this discussion a long time ago, remember? Variety, remember? And what kind of tits do I like?"
To Maura's surprise, Kate smiled suddenly and untied the knot holding her blouse under her breasts. She yanked the garment open as if she was trying to tear it and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. Tossing it down on the couch, she stayed with her back to the room for a moment, then spun around.
"There. I did it." She clasped her hands to her sides, adjacent to her breasts. "That is, if you can see them."
"Oh, I can," Maura said quickly. "They're luscious. Step over, and we'll all have a better look."
Kate stepped up beside the other three women, looking considerably relaxed. There was a gleam in Dan's eyes as he gazed at her tits, and Kate returned his look with a quick, sexy smile. Again, Maura was relieved. The curly-headed blonde wasn't so inhibited, after all.
"I'm bored with this contest," Gwen announced, snapping open the top of her denim shorts.
She shucked them down and slowly stepped out of them, making a grand production of walking across the room, wearing only pale blue panties, and draping the shorts over the back of a chair. Keeping her back to the party, she rolled her panties down, bending over to reveal a small, firm heart-shaped butt. Gwen spun around, thrusting her hips at them to show off the light dusting of brown hair over her pussy mound. The private flesh below was naturally hairless, so her vulvae were visible.
Ken was still standing stiffly near the snack table. Maura was about to approach him as she had his wife, but she noticed a huge bulge in his crotch. It wasn't inhibition that was bothering him, he was super-horny! Meanwhile, Amelia had unzipped her dress and was sauntering across the room to drape it over a chair. Her lace panties left most of her large buttocks bare, and the front provided more than just a hint of the neat, wiry triangle of her black pussy hair.
This came into view, the lacy white fabric settling down over the sheer black of the dress. Kate's panties came down next, and the three women turned to the men.
"Wait a minute, girls," Maura said. "They haven't even taken off their shirts, yet. Is this all a strip show for their benefit?"
"Hell no," Gwen said in a tone of mock anger. She folded her arms over her breasts and crossed her legs to hide her pussy.
Amelia and Kate simply turned around, putting their hands over their asses. Dan said, "I guess I can take a hint," and took off his flannel shirt. His undershirt came next, and Amelia turned her head to sneak a peek at his well-muscled chest.
She snapped her head around sharply when she caught his glance. Dan stepped out of his jeans. Bob stared at him, glanced over at Ken, who was still motionless by the snack table, then unbuttoned his shirt. Dan quickly got out of his underpants, revealing a short, fat cock and low-hanging balls.
"Well, I'm stripped," he said.
Amelia and Kate turned to look at him, their gaze dropping unashamedly to the men's pricks. In contrast to Dan's penis, Bob's was long and slender, the head not much wider than the shaft. Both cocks were half-erect.
"That's two," Gwen said. "I guess that's enough." She dropped her arms to her sides and planted her feet wide apart.
"Somebody over here needs help," Maura announced, flashing Kate a sly grin.
Maura stepped over to Ken. At that moment, there was the clacking sound of the front door locks opening. The women froze, and the men unconsciously covered their genitals as the door opened.
"It's Harry," Alice announced from the corner in which she'd been sitting and observing.
The brown-haired hostess was still fully dressed. She unzipped the back of her dress as Harry, a large, solidly built man in his late thirties, stepped in. As casually as if everyone present was fully dressed, he introduced himself and took off his suit jacket.
"I'll join you folks in a minute," he said, blowing a kiss to Alice, who was down to her bra and panties.
She laid the dress over the other clothes. Maura turned away from the statue-like Ken and unhooked Alice's bra, making sure that everyone saw her fingers stray to Alice's breasts. Maura laid the bra over Alice's dress, and Alice stepped out of her panties.
The bedroom door opened, and Harry stepped out. "Oh!" Gwen exclaimed, clapping a hand over her mouth.
Harry's genitals were truly enormous. His cock, soft, had to be at least nine inches long, and his balls were visibly larger than those of the other men. Kate and Amelia stared silently. Returning her attention to Ken, she opened his pants and softly suggested that he take off his shirt.
The man's fingers trembled visibly, but he managed to get the buttons opened while Maura slowly drew his slacks down. A sizable hard-on was struggling to break out of his briefs. She yanked the undergarment down to his thighs, and his long, stiff cock sprang up and tapped her on the nose.
"I know how to make him relax," Kate announced, sprinting across the room.
Her befuddled husband looked down as if he had no idea what fellatio was as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick shaft. She kissed the head, then rubbed her lips back and forth across it.
"Don't make him shoot right now," Maura cautioned.
"Don't worry," Kate said, taking her husband's cock out of her mouth and holding it to one side. "He's much too spaced on sex. He'll do plenty before he actually blows his geyser."
She popped her husband's cock back in her mouth, first taking in only the head, then slowly engulfing the rest. Giving his butt a quick squeeze, she drew her mouth back and forth a few times. Abruptly, she drew his cock out and jumped to her feet.
"You're relaxed enough," she said firmly. "Now, go find somebody you want to fuck."
"I.. .just want to look around a little, first," he mumbled.
"Oh, go ahead," she said resignedly, stepping over to Dan and looking up at him. "Do you know how to fuck doggy-style?" she asked.
"Oh, I think somebody might have told me something about it, once or twice," he drawled, caressing the side of her neck.
"So, you need lessons," Kate said. She turned around, reached behind her to take hold of Dan's prick, and led him to the snacks table. Dominating the table, standing out amidst the bowls of food, was a huge crystal serving bowl filled with condoms.
Taking one, she released her grip on Dan's prick and held up the foil packet. "Do you know how to put one of these on?"
He took the rubber from Kate and laughed. "The real question is, do you?"
"Uh-oh." A sheepish grin crossed her face, and she looked down at her bare feet. "I guess I'm the one who needs lessons."
"Stand next to me, and I'll show you what to do," Jack instructed.
Kate stepped up beside him, her bare hip lightly touching his. His cock had climbed to full erection, and he opened the foil packet.
"Here, take it," he said, handing her the rolled rubber.
Kate gingerly took it between two fingers, with as light a touch as she could and still maintain her grip.
"It won't break," Dan chuckled.
"I know. I just don't want to tear it. I've never handled one of these. I don't use them, you know."
"Yeah, I didn't think you did," Dan answered. "Just curl your fingers around the rim-that's it."
Kate held the rubber in the circle made by her thumb and forefinger.
"Now, turn it around so that the thick part of the rim is facing you. Good. Now, put it over my prickhead and slowly roll it down."
Kate felt his hard-on throb as she placed the rubber disk over the rim of his cockhead. She looked up at him, and he nodded at her to go ahead. Her lust rose as she slowly sheathed the taut, veinous skin, and the edge of her palm brushed against his tightened scrotum when she had the rim down to his cock hair.
She paused to caress his testicles through the wrinkled skin, then she turned and dropped to all fours. Dan dropped down behind her, caressing her diminutive butt-cheeks. Stretching himself out prone on the rug, his hard-on nestled between his closed thighs, he murmured at her to spread her legs. Kate asked why, and he answered by pressing his mouth against her pussy lips.
"Fast learner," Kate sighed, thrusting her butt back at him.
Dan thrust his tongue in and ran the tip around the soft, wet interior of Kate's vagina. Tilting his head up, he jammed his face against her ass crack and poked his tongue at her butt hole.
"Hey!" Kate jerked away from him. "What are you doing?"
Dan lifted his face from her rump. "Do not like it?"
"I don't know," Kate said. "Yeah, maybe it's okay."
He put his face back and again dabbed at her ass-hole with his tongue tip. "Yeah, it is okay," Kate said, her voice slightly hoarse.
Laying the fiat of his tongue over her bunghole, he got a hand between the backs of her thighs and slipped a finger into her pussy. She thrust back at him, clutching the carpet and letting out a long sigh of passion.
"If that's how good your finger feels.. . . "
Taking that as a signal, Dan withdrew his tongue and finger and got up on his knees. Holding his cock by the base, he carefully guided the rubber-clad head to her slit and pushed, getting the head and part of the shaft in. Bending low over her, he thrust forward and felt the warmth of her cunt enfold his cock, as vividly as if he hadn't been wearing the condom.
Another long, low sigh erupted from Kate as he found her small tits and covered them with his hands. Her nipples stiffened against his palms, and she began to work her hips around slowly.
Maura had been watching her, and smiled with satisfaction. She looked across the room to see Alice flat on her back, legs spread and knees raised as Bob crawled over to her. Maura thought the sandy-haired orgy novice was going to fuck her, but instead, he dropped his shoulders and shoved his head between Alice's thighs.
Gwen rushed over to Maura and said, "Let's double up on Harry. Kate's hubby is still a zombie."
Maura looked where the small, brown-haired woman pointed. Ken was standing where he'd been almost the whole evening. "No, not exactly a zombie," Maura told Gwen. "I think I know what's up with him. Look."
As she spoke, Ken reached for his very stiff prick. He didn't look down at his hands. Instead, his gaze roved slowly over the entire room, and the glazed look in his eyes wasn't fear or befuddlement-it was one of total ecstasy.
"Well, there's our voyeur," Maura commented. "Want to make him more social?"
"Maybe later," Gwen commented. "I just hope he doesn't shoot off on the rug."
A careful glance at Ken's crotch told Maura he wasn't actually jerking off. He was holding his cock by the base, apparently to increase the sheer pleasure of watching.
Gwen signaled to Harry, who was opening the bathroom door. Stepping quickly up to him, Maura following, Gwen said, "Hi, I was wondering if you'd mind if Maura and I doubled up on you. I never doubled up on someone before, and he-" she pointed to Ken. "Doesn't look like he wants company right now."
"Nothing I have not seen before," Harry shrugged. "And yes, I like that double-up idea, but I have to take a quick shower, first."
He stepped into the bathroom. Maura looked at Gwen, Gwen looked at Maura, and both women giggled. Flinging the door open, they charged in.
"Wait a minute," Harry laughed, stepping into the tub and reaching for the glass shower door. "All the sex around here has to be public."
"So?" Gwen shrugged. "We'll just leave the door open. The shower door, too. Anybody who wants to can see us."
"Can't argue with logic," Harry chuckled, pulling the door open and turning on the shower.
Gwen stepped in, Maura close behind her. Maura's tits brushed against the smaller woman's back, and Gwen shivered sensuously. That lightly-haired pussy looked delicious, Maura reflected, and she hoped that Gwen's reaction was a sign that she'd be receptive to woman-on-woman sex.
The brown-haired woman slipped, bumping her butt against Maura's pussy mound. Was that an accident? Maura felt a sudden, sharp pang of lust for the shorter woman. Afraid to move too fast, she lathered up her palms and handed the soap to Gwen.
To Maura's surprise, she turned suddenly, leaning her breast against Maura's arm as she whispered in her ear. "Is it okay if I wash you, and you wash me?"
About to lay her soaped-up hands on Harry's back, she turned and said, "Sure!"
Gwen turned around, her ass crack a fraction of an inch from Maura's red cunt hair. Harry cast Maura a questioning look as the redhead began to make a soapy trail down the brown-haired woman's back.
"You said you wanted to shower alone," Maura reminded him with a sly laugh. "So, you're alone. Don't mind us a bit."
The women moved to the other end of the tub, their backs to him as he unconcernedly retrieved the soap and went back to washing himself. Gwen bent a little, sending her bare, wet buttocks against Maura's cunt mound. There was no way that could have been an accident, and the look of desire on the brown-haired woman's face as she turned to Maura made the situation perfectly clear.
Gwen, newcomer to multiple partners sex, wanted to have sex with her.
It was so tempting for Maura to just reach around and seize the woman's lightly-haired pussy, grinding her cunt against Gwen's buttocks while she brought the newcomer to orgasm. But she didn't know how new-inexperienced-Gwen was.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Maura whispered, dropping her hands to her sides and backing away from Gwen's butt.
"Yeah. I've done it a couple of times.. .it's one of the things I started this for. Please, put your hands back on me. I love the way they feel."
"Believe me, I'll make you feel a lot better soon," Maura purred in reply.
Starting where she left off, midway between Gwen's shoulder blades and buttocks, Maura slowly dragged her hands down. Gwen made sort of a growling sound, wriggling her bare hips and bumping her ass against Maura's pussy. She stiffened, straightening her back and hissing when Maura's hands moved down to her butt cheeks.
Her ass was pressed tightly against Maura's groin. The redhead slid her hands around quickly, bringing her fingertips to within an inch of the soft brown hairs over Gwen's snatch, then sharply drawing back so that she was only touching her ass again.
Gwen shuddered with impatience. Cunt juice mixed with the water on her slit, and Maura felt her own passion rising faster than she could control it. With an act of will, she brought her hands back up to Gwen's shoulders, then abruptly shoved them under the brown-haired woman's arms and seized her breasts.
The small half-spheres disappeared under Maura's long fingers, and the redhead worked her hands around slowly, massaging Gwen's tiny red nipples. Gwen rocked her hips back and forth, the taut skin of her ass cheeks grazing against the wiry red hairs of Maura's pussy bush. Cupping her hands, Maura slowly drew her fingers back until Gwen's nips were between the redhead's fingertips.
"If you don't touch my cunt, I think I'm going to explode," Gwen cried out.
Harry had finished washing himself and had stepped out of the tub. As he dried himself off, he looked contemplatively at the two women.
"This is sure a great way to be alone," he commented.
The two women ignored him. In answer to Gwen's plea, Maura jerked her hands off the brown-haired woman's tits and cupped them over her pussy mound. Gwen spread her legs, hunching down as she felt Maura's fingertips touch her slit.
Gwen's naturally-bald outer lips swelled at Maura's touch. Her ass planted firmly over Maura's sex, she closed her eyes and murmured softly as Maura slid a finger into her cunt.
"You can give me two," Gwen gasped. "I, I like it that way."
Obligingly, Maura added her middle finger to the index finger she already had in the newcomer's pussy. She felt Gwen's cunt flesh pulse around her fingers. The brown-haired woman was murmuring to herself, lost in a world of sexual ecstasy.
Without breaking her in-out rhythm, Maura turned to Harry. "Don't you have a party to go to?" she said.
"Right, I forgot," he grinned, and darted out, closing the bathroom door behind him.
Before Maura could ask Gwen if that bothered her, she found the newcomer's G-spot and pressed down hard on it. Gwen's climax erupted suddenly, and she jerked up and down as her sexual fluids flooded Maura's hand. Maura felt a minicum erupt in her own pussy, and she rubbed her cunt mound firmly against Gwen's ass as the woman continued to cum.
They were both so engrossed, they didn't hear Amelia step in. Shutting the door behind her, she watched as the last shudders of orgasm rocked Gwen. Letting out a loud, satisfied sigh, the brown-haired woman stepped away from Maura and leaned against the tiled wall.
"You guys are doing a girl-girl thing," Amelia said, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Shocked?" Maura asked with a chuckle.
Assuming a comical grimace, Gwen added, "Boo!"
"No, curious, actually. There's the one about how women are supposed to be great pussy eaters, and, well, I always wondered what it would be like with another girl," Amelia said thoughtfully. "Anyway, I just came in here to freshen my ass and pussy for another round out there."
She gestured with her shoulder to the door, making her round breasts shake from side to side.
"Go ahead and wash," Maura chuckled. "You won't be in our way." Turning to Gwen, she said, "If you think my finger felt good-"
"Oh, I've had a tongue down there," Gwen interrupted. "I know it's wonderful."
"Just let me get you right," Maura murmured, lifting Gwen's leg and planting her foot on the edge of the tub.
Amelia stepped under the shower, keeping her eyes on Gwen's naked form. She felt that special tingle in her pussy when Gwen raised her leg high, baring her gash. Maura dropped to her knees, clasping Gwen's hips as she ducked her head between the brown-haired woman's thighs.