Chapter 2
Flaming red hair spread over white thighs as Maura pressed her mouth firmly against Gwen's cunt. The newcomer leaned down, grasping the redhead's shoulders and humping her mouth. Amelia paused to watch, shower water raining down from her black triangle of pussy hair. Apparently without realizing it, she slid her hands down to the top of her thighs.
It was only when her fingertips reached her pussy that she realized she was about to masturbate while watching two women have sex. Not sure how to feel, she quickly stepped out of the tub and dried herself with her back to Maura and Gwen.
She tried not to hear Gwen cry out, "Stop, it's too much!"
The brown-haired woman forcefully dragged herself away from Maura. Gwen leaned her back against the wall, her small breasts rising and falling as she breathed hard. Maura stood up, glancing at Amelia's buttocks as the tall brunette made her quick exit.
Exhaling hard one last time, Gwen said, "Do you think we freaked her out?"
"I hope not," Maura reflected. "Yeah, I think she's just a little confused. I say we should just leave her alone about the whole thing."
Gwen nodded. "I'd like to eat your pussy now. I'm sure as hell not confused."
Maura looked around. "It's kind of cramped in here. We should keep ourselves limber, if you know what I mean. Would you mind if we did it out there?" She gestured to the bathroom door. "We might end up with some company."
"Not to mention the look on Dan's face," Gwen giggled. "I never got around to telling him that I'd been with other girls."
"Sounds delicious," Maura laughed.
Arm in arm, the two women stepped into the living room. The first thing they saw was Harry getting his cock sucked by Kate. He was sitting in a large easy chair, and she was kneeling between his thighs. One of her hands was on a small breast and the other was between her thighs.
She was working her head around as she slipped a finger into her pussy. Amelia and Dan were fucking doggy-style, her breasts hanging down and her long pink nipples obviously stiff. Dan was on his knees, his back straight and his balls pressed against Amelia's ass cheeks.
Ken was still standing by the snack table, his eyes as glazed as if he'd been tranquilized.
Gwen eyed him speculatively, then glanced over at her husband. "He's too busy to watch us," she said mournfully. "Maybe we should get to work on this case."
Maura paused for a moment to look Ken up and down before replying, "Yes, definitely."
Ken's cock was half-hard. Maura planted herself in front of him, and gestured to Gwen to get behind his back.
Looking straight into his eyes, she said, "You're not just going to stand there all night. You're not a real voyeur. For one thing-you haven't jerked off. Face it, you'll have to fuck somebody before you go home. Don't you see how your wife is doing?"
She pointed to where Kate was taking Harry's latex-clad cock out of her mouth.
"Oh, ah, yeah," Ken said. "I just don't know."
Rather than ask him "know what," Maura reached out and took his soft cock shaft between two fingers. Gwen rested a hand lightly on his buttocks.
"Now, try to tell me this doesn't feel good," Maura said.
"It's.. . . " Ken gasped. Maura wrapped her fingers around his cock and rubbed it, feeling it stretch and grow in her hand. Reaching out her free arm, she took a condom from the table and handed it to him.
"You know how to open these, right?"
In a tone of voice as strained as if something was stuck in his throat, Ken replied, "I, we, have used them."
His hands shook a little as he took the square foil packet from her. A touch of Maura's fingertip on the underside of his cockhead brought him to full erection, and he fumbled the condom out of the packet.
"Go ahead, put it on," Maura urged. Staring down at his prick, Ken slowly drew the rubber on. Gwen chose that moment to run her hand down his ass crack and press a fingertip against his anus.
"Hey, ouch!" Ken jumped to one side, clutching his buttocks.
Maura charged over and grasped him by the hips, frantically gesturing for Gwen to join her. "Okay, okay," Maura said. "So, you don't like that one. Here's one I know you'll like."
Before the astonished dark-haired man could make another move, Maura dropped to her knees and closed her lips over his condom-clad cockhead. He let out a strangled sound, but made no move to free himself.
Gwen dropped down next to Maura, making sure her nipple touched Maura's bare side. Maura moved over, taking about half the length of Ken's cock in her mouth. Gwen ducked down and stuck out her tongue. Maura lifted Ken's cock shaft a little, and Gwen pressed her tongue tip against the wrinkled sac of the dark-haired man's scrotum. The two women were crowded together, Maura's tits pressed against Gwen's back.
Giggling, Gwen relinquished her place. Immediately, Maura thrust her head forward and took all of Ken's prick in her mouth. He was super-hard, and she could feel every vein and ridge on his cock shaft as she closed her mouth over it.
Wiping her mouth, Kate trotted over. "Well, it's about time," she said loudly. "I was pretty damn sure you were going to stand there all night." Turning to Gwen, she added, "Give him some pussy. Don't let him get away with just a blow job." Abruptly, Maura yanked his cock out of her mouth and stood up. "You're right, Kate. In fact, we'll give him two pussies. Which button do you push to get him to lie down?"
"Just tell him," Kate said. Turning to her husband, she rather gruffly told him to get on his back.
Slowly and jerkily, Ken lowered himself to the rug. He sat with his legs stretched out in front of him, looking around as if he didn't know where he was. Kate got behind him, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down. He twitched as his shoulder blades touched the carpet, then he settled down and stared up at the three naked women around him.
His stiff, condom-clad cock stood straight up. Maura gazed down at him thoughtfully and started to step over him. Suddenly changing her plan, she stepped forward until her feet were at his shoulders, then she turned and pressed her pussy slit against his mouth.
"This is to remind him what it is, in case he forgot that, too," Maura commented to Kate.
"Good idea," Kate agreed.
Ken lay perfectly still beneath the redhead, then he surprised all of them.
A weird sound erupted from his throat. He shot his arms up, grasping Maura's hips, and hungrily, almost desperately, thrust his tongue into her pussy.
"I think he just woke up," Maura gasped. "Kate, you never mentioned that your husband can use his tongue."
"Oh, nobody asked," she shrugged.
"Since you're busy over there," Gwen said, "I might as well get to work on this end."
Squatting over Ken's groin, she daintily parted her pussy lips and carefully placed them over the rubber-sheathed tip of Ken's prick. Keeping her lips open with one hand, she delicately gripped Ken's cockhead and made a slight downward movement with her hips. The head of his cock popped in, and she let go of her cunt as she slid down further.
Gazing up at Kate with an expression of approval, she said, "Very nice. I'll bet you've had some good times with this machine."
"Not as good as we're going to have, after this," Kate remarked.
When her almost-bald pussy mound was touching Ken's wiry black cock hair, she leaned forward and laid her hands over the round, upward-curving part of Maura's breasts. At the same time, Gwen lifted up, revealing a good length of Ken's cock shaft. Kate's eyes widened. Maura leaned over, taking Gwen's nipples between two fingers and leaning forward so her lips could touch the brown-haired woman's.
Anticipating her move, Gwen stuck out her tongue. Maura extended hers, and the two women rubbed tongues while they fondled each other's tits.
"Wow!" Kate leaned forward, bending her knees and resting her hands on her thighs. "You guys are doing each other!"
A few feet away, Amelia was moaning with lust as she climaxed around Dan's prick. He was shooting his load into his rubber, and she was jerking back and forth, humping at him as she clutched the rug. Just as Dan shot the last of his cum, she lunged forward so hard, she dislodged his prick.
As she got to her feet, she heard Kate's cry of amazement. Turning, she froze in place, then slowly walked over to where Maura and Gwen were tongue-kissing over Ken's writhing body.
"I saw them at it in the bathroom," Amelia half-whispered to Kate. "I don't know. What do you think about girl-girl stuff?"
Kate shrugged. "Haven't thought much about it. It doesn't seem all that awful to me, though. I might just give it a try." She looked up and down Amelia's slender form, and the tall brunette stepped away from her.
Her eyes stayed on Kate's curly-haired pussy, though. Licking her lips, Kate looked up at Amelia. "Want to give it a try?"
Amelia took a quick step back, raising her eyes to the level of Kate's tits. "I have no idea what to do. It sounds interesting, though."
She cautiously reached out to Kate's tits. Kate stepped up close to her and put her hands on the tall brunette's hips.
"I like the way your skin feels," she said. "Go ahead. I want to see what it feels like if you touch my breast."
Amelia sighed and laid the flat of her palm over the small, round rising of Kate's breast, her hand grazing the curly-headed blonde's nipple pleasantly. "I like this," Kate said. "I've always, kind of, wanted to touch titties."
With that, she clapped her other hand over Kate's tit. The shorter woman slid her hands around and gripped Kate's buttocks, pulling her towards her so their pussies were touching.
"Look, they're kissing again," Kate said, gesturing to Maura and Gwen.
Just as she spoke, Maura yanked her tongue out of Gwen's mouth and threw her head back. Ken's tongue was steadily massaging her G-spot, and her cunt was pulsing around her tongue. Her orgasm threw her off-balance, and as she moaned out her pleasure, she tumbled off the prone man and rolled over on her side.
Gwen shouted out that it was her turn and started humping up and down hard. A look of pure ecstasy was etched on her face as she let out a shrill cry of climax. Beneath her, Ken started bucking, thrusting his groin against her as he let out a series of hoarse grunts. Gwen said something about it being too much, and she leaped off him.
Amelia and Gwen parted, their hands on each other's hips. Maura glanced at them. "What are you guys up to?" she asked with a giggle.
"Oh, we want to see what that girl-girl stuff is all about," Kate said breezily.
"Yeah, but we don't really know what to do," Amelia commented.
"No problem," Gwen said. "Maura, why don't we demonstrate?"
"Better, let's give a demonstration," the redhead said eagerly.
Maura went to the middle of the room and gazed around. Bob and Alice were fucking missionary style. Ken was lying flat on his back, gasping for breath. Harry was slumped in his easy chair, languidly gazing around. Dan was sitting on the rug, his arms draped over his raised knees.
"Just give us a minute or two to finish up," Alice called out. "I'd love to see this."
Bob let out a hoarse roar, and his firm, athletic buttocks started quivering madly as he humped. Alice kicked her legs up, uttering a hoarse roar of her own as she rocked from side to side. About a minute later, Bob rolled off her and staggered to his feet. Alice sat up, and he extended a hand to help her to her feet.
There was a wide, clear space in the center of the room. Maura and Gwen sat cross-legged, facing each other. Maura wondered how far she should go, and she scanned the faces of the onlookers. Gwen had no such reservations. Uncrossing her legs, she spread her thighs and leaned back far enough to make her cunt slit clearly visible to the onlookers. Smiling up at them, she thrust a finger deep into her snatch.
Kate bent over, peering down at Gwen. Amelia took a few steps back. Alice hovered around behind them, while Harry sat reading a newspaper.
No one noticed his complete disinterest. Gwen drew her finger out, held it up to show that it was wet with her sexual fluids, then she popped the finger into her mouth and made a loud sucking sound.
"I love the taste of pussy," she proclaimed. "Especially another woman's."
She thrust her hand between the startled Maura's legs. The redhead looked down, making no attempt to stop Gwen as the brown-haired woman slid the forefinger of her other hand into Maura's pussy. Sighing inwardly, Maura reached into Gwen's cunt, then put her finger in her mouth.
"She is delicious," she said to the others. Gwen had started it, and Maura knew she'd get the newcomers nervous all over again if she tried to stop it. Another glance at the surrounding faces revealed no expression of shock or disapproval. "It's even better from the source," Maura added, getting on all fours.
Telling the orgy-goers to watch carefully, Maura crawled between Gwen's legs. She lowered her shoulders to drag her nipples along Gwen's stomach, then she swooped down and pressed her mouth tightly against the brown-haired woman's. Two small half-apple breasts met two curving, upward-tilting ones, and it was obvious from the way they were working their mouths around that they were kissing.
At the same time, Maura settled her cunt over Gwen's, Maura's wiry red pussy hair grazing Gwen's almost-bare mound. Gwen kicked her legs up and started jerking her hips rapidly back and forth. She lifted Maura and herself as she raised her shoulders, reaching for the redhead's butt cheeks. She couldn't quite get to them. Her fingertips grazed the very top of the firm rounds of flesh, and she leaned back.
Maura broke their kiss and crawled backwards, sticking out her tongue and tracing a wet circle around the reddish-brown ring of Gwen's areola. Turning an eye upward to make sure everyone was watching closely, she closed her lips over Gwen's tiny red nipple and tugged gently.
Movement above her made her look up to see that Amelia had taken hold of Dan's cock. Bob had his arm around Kate's shoulders, and the resurrected Ken had his arm around Alice's waist. All she could read on Amelia's face was intense interest-apparently, the tall brunette's reluctance had vanished altogether.
No matter what, there was Gwen's cunt to attend to. She kissed the brown-haired woman's stomach hard, cupping her hands over Gwen's breasts as she dragged her lips down to the woman's pussy. She kissed Gwen's mound hard, then ducked her head between the smaller woman's thighs.
Gwen let out a squeal of delight at the feel of Maura's mouth on her cunt. She pushed forward, lifting her shoulders again in an effort to clutch Maura's head. As before, Gwen couldn't reach. She flailed her arms around for a moment, then dropped them to the carpet. Uttering a happy sigh, she raised her knees and jammed her thighs against the sides of Maura's head.
Absorbed in the fresh, delicious taste of Gwen's cunt, her ears covered by Gwen's slender thighs. Maura didn't hear the doorbell ring. Alice and Ken went to answer it. he behind her and her hand on his cock.
"Sophie Garnet, whom I work and play with, is coming," she told him. "I sort of forgot. She's just here to pick up some work, anyway. But. maybe she'll stay and party."
A tall, statuesque blonde stepped in, leading an obviously younger, shorter man. She was often taken for a high fashion model by those who weren't part of the fashion world. Those who were could see that she was too tall by at least three inches. Alice and Ken were behind the door, and the blonde let out a cry of happy surprise to see that they were both naked.
"Great, you have a party going," she said, her eyes drinking in the sight of all the naked flesh in the room. Pointing to her companion, who was grinning from ear to ear, she said, "You know Henry, right?"
"We've met and fucked at your place, remember?" Alice laughed. She eyed the lean younger man, letting her gaze linger on his crotch.
"Of course," Sophie murmured. "And your companion?" Quite deliberately, she stared at Ken's naked penis.
Alice introduced them, then said, "We're going to go off and watch the show." She pointed to where Maura was working her mouth around Gwen's cunt in a slow, sensuous circle. Maura's shoulders were down and her ass up, and her bunghole and cunt slit were clearly visible. Sophie rubbed the tip of her tongue firmly around her lips, looking around the room.
"There's a quiet spot," she said, pointing to a clear stretch of rug behind Harry's chair. "Henry and I will strip down there, and we'll be joining you shortly."
Harry looked up from his newspaper and nodded a greeting to Alice. She patted him on the head as she stepped behind his chair, and he resumed his reading as she turned her back to Henry. He drew down the zipper of her long black dress, and as she stepped out of it, he undid the strap of her lacy wisp of a bra. Shrugging her shoulders, she let it drop.
Her diminutive, sharply-conical breasts came into view. Crouching, Henry pulled her panties down her slender thighs, revealing the thin, golden-blonde strip of pussy hair on her mound.
"We'll have time for that later," Sophie murmured as he rose, aiming his mouth at her pussy. "Let's get you naked and show you off, first. Then we'll each find ourselves a playmate."
Henry nodded eagerly. She unbuttoned his shirt, pressed her palms against his smooth, almost hairless chest, then tweaked his tiny masculine nipples. He let out a soft moan, and shuddered with delight as she opened his pants.
Pulling Ken's cock out of her mouth, Alice looked up at him and commented, "Watch that guy. He's a real male slut. If you don't know what that means, you will when you see him in action. Meanwhile.. . . " She put his cock back in her mouth.
In the center of the room, Maura felt Gwen's pussy start to pulsate around her tongue. Quickly moving her hand up to Gwen's pussy, she slid two fingers into the brown-haired woman's cunt. With a shrill cry of absolute passion, Gwen kicked up and started rocking back and forth.
The tall naked blonde and her smaller, fair-haired companion stepped up behind the onlookers. Sophie leaned over, pretending not to notice that her breasts were pressing against Dan's shoulder blades as she watched Maura slowly lift her head from between Gwen's thighs.
Sophie applauded, and Kate and Bob joined in. Amelia and Dan murmured approval, then walked off arm in arm. They embraced and sank down to the rug at the far end of the room as Sophie reached down to Maura to help her up.
"It seems like everyone's engine is running," Sophie said. "I suppose this is your work?"
"Oh, nobody can make someone orgy," Maura laughed, looking up at Sophie's face. "They had to want to."
"Isn't there always an instigator?" Sophie smiled slyly, slipping an arm around Maura's shoulders.
As she had the few times they'd met before, Maura felt a mixture of distinct unease, yet obvious attraction. One feeling would predominate, then the other. They'd come close at the last affair they happened to be at, but Maura's uneasy feeling came out on top and she gracefully managed to avoid interacting with Sophie.
She wondered vaguely if she was making a game of it, playing a game with herself as well as the fashion executive. Was this her way of being coy? Usually, she was quite forthright. Sophie subtly increased the pressure of her arm. Maura hesitated for a moment, then she leaned against her.
"Do you think we could do sort of a replay, in case someone hadn't gotten the idea?" Sophie murmured. She slid her hand between Maura's shoulder blades.
"I need a break right now," Maura said. She glanced down at the thin blonde strip of Sophie's pussy hair and decided she was sufficiently curious about her to actually get it on. "But a little later."
"Hmm." Sophie let her gaze run down Maura's bare flesh. "Maybe at my place. Unless it always has to be an orgy. I have some interesting toys, too. Who knows? Maybe a friend will come over."
Curiosity brushed aside Maura's unease completely. "Better yet, let's make a date of it. Say Saturday?"
"Midnight okay?" Sophie grinned, a somewhat predatory gleam in her eye.
"Fine with me," Maura shrugged. "I'm sure I can keep busy till then."
"Well, just don't wear yourself out, not too much, anyway," Sophie chuckled. "Listen, I have some business with Harry over there." She pointed to Alice's husband, who was looking for something in the drawer in the end table by the chair. "See you Saturday."
Maura watched as Sophie sauntered up to Harry, waving a condom she'd taken off the table. Just then, an unfamiliar voice made her start and turned several heads. A flash of colored light told her it was the television.
Tired of his newspaper, Harry had decided to watch TV. Sophie rested a bare buttock on an arm of his chair, picked up his hand and placed it over her pussy.
"Mind if I sit on your cock for a while?" she asked.
"Sure," Harry replied. "Just don't block my view, okay?"
"Hell, I'll watch with you," Sophie declared, sliding off the chair arm and into his lap.
Reaching between his thighs, she leisurely took hold of his long, soft prick and lifted it. At the same time, she closed her thighs over his hand and told him to finger her.
"I thought you said you wanted to ride my hard-on," Harry commented.
"Yeah, but where is it?"
Maura crept closer, amused and puzzled at the same time.
"Just let go and I'll show you," Harry replied.
"Okay, if you say so." Sophie let his prick drop back down over his enormous balls and leaned back, parting her thighs so he could remove his hand.
"Here goes," Harry said, sliding forward a fraction of an inch.
His cock sprang up to its full nine inches erect. Maura couldn't help gasping in amazement at the stiff rod, which, only a moment ago, had been a soft prick. Sophie, as surprised as Maura, hesitated a moment, then slipped the rubber over his hard-on.
Harry gripped her hips and held her tightly as she lifted her butt. She parted her cunt lips, sighting between her thighs to align his cockhead with her slit. A slight downward movement with her hips got the head between her lips, and she leaned forward as Harry thrust upward with surprising agility.
Maura could see his cock slide in and instinctively reached for her pussy. She pushed a finger in as the condom-clad erection slowly vanished into the warm, wet depths of Sophie's pussy. Horny again, she waited until Sophie was comfortable enough to lean back against Harry.
The two of them seemed absorbed by the show, and nothing on their faces showed that they were fucking. Maura found herself more curious than ever about Sophie, and decided to satisfy her lust of the moment with the first available penis.
That turned out to be Henry's. The slight, sandy-haired man was standing in a corner, absently stroking himself as he looked around the room. Stepping up to him, Maura brushed his hand aside and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
"I'll take over for you, if you don't mind," she said.
His prick stiffened in her grasp.