Chapter 3
Although it had started over an hour later than the party at Alice Ervin's, the orgy on the other side of town was already in full swing. There were no newcomers here. Only a small group of experienced multiple-partner enthusiasts was on hand.
There was no way Carl Farer could have told his rather conservative investor that he had an orgy to catch, so he remained in the restaurant with him, conversing until the rather corpulent executive decided he wanted to leave.
Probably to get fucked, Carl reflected, trying to suppress images of all the naked flesh he'd soon be around. The thought of the older man showing up at Fran Carter's made him shudder.
Finally, Carl was in a cab en route to Fran's. He thought of going home to change first, but he knew that the more time he took, the more action he'd miss. So. he'd show up in his business suit and so what if everyone else had dressed casual.
He wouldn't have it on very long, anyway.
A long, narrow hallway led from the front door of Fran's apartment to her enormous, thickly carpeted living room. An elaborate bead curtain covered the inner doorway, effectively hiding whatever was going on in the room behind it.
Somehow, the beads also muffled whatever sounds came out of the room. He could hear only a faint trace of sighs and groans as he approached. Eight or nine people-more than usual-were lying on the rug, all of them naked.
A short, rather stout woman emerged, her large, hanging breasts swinging from side to side as she ran up to Carl. "Hi, you finally got here," she beamed, gripping his arms and planting a quick kiss on his lips.
"Same room?" Carl asked, loosening his tie.
Taking him not too gently by the wrist, she said, "I'll take you there-I want to watch."
He let his gaze rove around the room as he followed her. He knew most of the guests by name, and the two or three others had familiar faces. Directly in front of him, strong, very masculine shoulders rose to reveal a pair of very feminine thighs. The triangle of brown curls atop the thighs told Carl exactly who the woman was.
The man was one of the familiar faces. Catching sight of an auburn-haired newcomer, he paused at the bedroom door to study her. Urging him to come on, Fran tugged at his arm.
A couple was fucking missionary-style beside the clothing-laden bed. They jerked their eyes open and looked up at Fran as she approached.
"I thought we had a 'no private parties' rule," she said.
"We were just sort of practicing," the young woman said. "We're new.. .we just wanted to get the feel of it."
Carl thought he'd seen them before. Fran explained that this would be their first full-fledged orgy. "We did a swing with them last week," she added. Grinning sheepishly, they rose to their feet. Fran stared at his fat, stubby cock while Carl gazed at her small, pear-shaped breasts with overly-large areolae and thick, round nipples.
Her pussy hair was a patch of black wires just above her cunt lips. He turned his head as they left, admiring the smooth curve of her buttocks. Fran tugged at his shirt.
"Come on, off. We'll be here till morning, otherwise."
Since the bed was overloaded with every type of garment, from see-through bras to suit jackets, Carl draped his tie over a chair and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Fran planted herself in front of him, watching the bare skin of his chest come into view. Resisting the urge to grasp his masculine nipples, she dropped her gaze to the level of his belt as he opened his pants.
Wanting to make the most of teasing her, he lowered his pants an inch at a time, careful not to drag his briefs down with them. His hard-on was pressing against the cotton, and he was exciting himself as well as the stout woman as he leisurely dragged his pants off his feet.
"Now for the main event?" Fran queried.
"Not just yet," Carl replied. "These are my best trousers."
As slowly as if he was walking through loose, deep sand, he approached the chair and carefully folded his trousers before draping them over the back of the chair. Just as slowly, he stepped back to Fran and hooked his thumbs under the waistband.
She expected another slow, torturous unveiling. Instead, he snapped them down to his knees. Immediately, his hard cock sprang up, and immediately, Fran swooped down on it. Moving amazingly fast, she got on her knees and popped his cockhead between her lips.
"Hey, didn't you just enforce a rule around here?" Carl laughed.
Yanking his cock out, she grinned as sheepishly as the younger couple had. "Just wanted to see if it still tasted good."
"Well, I certainly don't mind your method of analysis," Carl replied. "But why don't we take this out there?" He gestured to the living room.
"Deal," Fran said, releasing his prick as she got to her feet.
Once inside the main room, Carl had only a minute to gaze around before she pulled him down to the carpet and straddled his head. She dropped to her knees, thrusting back to make both cunt and butt hole accessible to Carl's tongue.
He pressed his mouth against her pussy lips and thrust in his tongue. She already had a good grip on the base of his cock shaft. Lowering her shoulders, she opened her mouth and took his cock in until the edge of her palm was touching her lips. Closing her mouth over the stiff member, she gently squeezed the shaft and began to rotate her hips as Carl's tongue probed the inside of her pussy.
She wouldn't make him cum that way, he knew. He wasn't protected, for one thing. For another, if he knew her at all, the costume designer was just warming herself up to get his cock in her pussy.
Fran was rather greedy when it came to orgasms, though. Easing his tongue out of her slit, he pushed up on her hips to make her lift a little. Finding her clit, he made broad circles around it, coming closer and closer until the soft, wet flesh of his tongue was brushing against Fran's stiff love button.
Her rotating movements speeded up, and Carl had to grip her bare hips tightly to keep his tongue in place. Her cunt lips swelled against his face, and her cum oozed out over him. With a roar of satisfaction, she yanked his prick out of her mouth and attempted to lift her pussy from his face.
"Not just yet," Carl chuckled, holding her tightly. "I have a bit of unfinished business."
"So does my pussy," Fran responded.
"That's not what I'm concerned with at the moment," Carl countered.
Fran shrieked with delight as he jammed his face against her ass crack. He spread her cheeks and thrust out his tongue, pressing it against the tight ring of her anus. He pushed hard, feeling the strong muscles part enough to allow the tip of his tongue to slide in.
"Oh, you know I like that," Fran called out. She let go of his hard-on and reared back, shoving her hands under her huge boobs and lifting them, teasing her nipples. Carl released her right butt cheek and slid his hands between her thighs, reaching for and finding her wet, swelling cunt lips.
Her ass-hole was gripping his tongue, and he kept it in place as he parted her fat, hair-ringed cunt lips.
The slippery wetness of her pussy enveloped his two fingers as he slid them in, groping for her G-spot. She clenched up, her knees digging into his sides as he slowly worked her hot spot.
As Carl had hoped, she started to cum almost immediately. Past experience told him that she liked to get three orgasms out of her partner of the moment, and, as much as he enjoyed screwing her, he wanted to make up for the time he'd lost by coming late.
Fran stiffened and thrust herself forward, breaking the grip of her ass on his tongue as her climax rocked her whole body and her face on his thigh. She rolled slowly off him and got to her feet. Carl started to get up, but she told him to stay where he was. He stretched out on the rug, propping himself up on his forearms to gaze around the room.
The auburn-haired woman he'd seen when he first came in stepped up near him and gazed down silently at his lean frame. As Carl's first glimpse of her had suggested, she showed quite a bit of muscle tone in her arms and thighs. Her untrimmed, dark-brown pussy bush spread lazily over her mound, dipping down just enough to cover the area around her love button. Two especially sensuous aspects of her appearance were the reddish tint to her hair and the way the round nipples of her small teardrop breasts pointed straight ahead.
Carl's cock throbbed. She glanced at his cock, but she seemed just as interested in his stomach and chest. "Sheila," she said, monotone. She seemed to be outlining his slim musculature with her eyes as she spoke. "Swimming or mountain climbing?"
"Carl. Mountain climbing." He deliberately mimicked her completely expressionless manner of speech. "Pro?"
Amusement gleamed in her eyes, and a small smile broke out over her lips. "Trainer."
"Hi," Fran said as she stepped up. "Sorry I got hung up back there. You haven't lost it, have you?" She looked at Sheila. "No, I'm sure you haven't. I guess you two have introduced yourselves?"
Sheila nodded. Carl said nothing, his gaze going back and forth from Sheila's cunt slit to Fran's. "Well, I have this dance," Fran said.
"That's okay," Sheila replied. "My cunt needs a rest, anyway. And I'd like to see how a mountain climber fucks."
"Oh, he reaches the peak," Fran chuckled. "You know, his cock can climb mountains, too."
"All right," Sheila replied, a skeptical note in her voice.
Unknown to either woman, Carl was experiencing a special and what he considered very private thrill. They were discussing him as if he wasn't there, as if he was an inanimate object-a sex toy. They were dominating him-he'd tried that once, and for months after, he shuddered whenever he recalled the experience.
"I'll show you," Fran said, crouching at Carl's feet and gripping his knees to spread his legs. Getting on all fours, she lowered her breasts over his prick and pressed them tightly against his stiff cockshaft. "See?" she looked up at Sheila.
"Impressive," the blonde commented, absently draping a hand over her pussy mound.
Fran stroked Carl's dick a few times, pressing her stiff nipples against his balls. Then she scooped up the condom she had taken from the table and snapped it neatly over his hard-on. Murmuring that she was all set, she raised herself and tucked his rubber-clad cockhead between her cunt lips.
Carl lay motionless as she slowly and methodically engulfed his penis with her pussy. Sheila extended a finger to the top of her slit. Carl's cock quickly disappeared beneath her ample pussy bush and she leaned over to give him access to her tits.
His fingers sank into the large mounds of breast flesh. Pressing both boobs together, tit to tit, he got his mouth over both nipples and sucked as she began to rotate her full hips. His passions rising past the boiling point, Carl shoved up, his lean ass rising off the rug.
"You've done good work with your abdominals," Sheila mused. Her fingers were now covering her cunt slit, and as Fran lifted enough to make the base of his cock shaft visible, Sheila ducked a middle finger into her cunt.
Fran reared back, freeing her nipples from Carl's mouth. She hauled herself up, drawing her cunt halfway off his dick. For an instant, she just hung there, then she plunged down and leaned slightly to the left. This had the effect of bringing her G-spot directly in line with his cockhead, and her cunt immediately began churning around his stiff member.
At the first stirrings of his cum, Carl stiffened and drew in a long deep breath. Fran was humping up and down, uttering hoarse grunts and rapidly turning her head from side to side.
Finally, she cried out, "Oh, I can't!" and leaped off him, sexual fluids running down the insides of her thighs. Her breasts did a mad jiggling dance as she breathed hard, staggering back then dropping on her ass on the rug.
"I guess it's my turn to milk the juice out of him," Sheila said, straddling Carl's hips and gazing down at him.
"Use a fresh rubber," Fran gasped, hauling herself to her feet and stepping over to the snack table. Picking a foil packet out of the crystal serving bowl, she tossed the sealed condom to the muscular blonde.
Carl's prick was not only still hard, it was a bit harder and longer. Sheila dropped to a crouch, effortlessly scooping up the condom while keeping her eyes fixed on his hard-on. Taking the shaft between two fingers, she squeezed down and murmured approvingly.
"He's incredibly hard, Fran. Let's see how long he can stay that way." Sheila wrapped the fingers of her other hand tightly around his cock and tugged ever-so-gently. Carl called up to her that she was cheating. "Sorry," Sheila purred, efficiently placing the rubber over his cockhead.
She drew it down slowly, moving her other hand down to caress his tightened scrotum. When she had the condom rolled down as far as it would go, she accidentally-on-purpose slipped and grazed the tip of his head with her pussy hair. Before Carl could protest, she reared up and thrust his cock into her pussy.
All he could do then was grunt and tighten his muscles, fighting back any hint of cum rising in his cock shaft. So fast he didn't see her move, she shot her arms forward and seized his chest. He jerked his shoulders up at the feel of her palms on his masculine nipples, and he automatically raised his hips.
This sent his cock surging all the way into her pussy. She was tight, he'd guessed that. He'd also guessed that she knew how to handle sexual contact, and the feel of her gripping fingers on his masculine nipples proved it.
"You're holding back nicely," Sheila commented, dragging her hands back, her fingers digging firmly into the taut skin of his torso. "Maybe when I cum you'll be finished."
A pert brunette with small apple-shaped breasts and a strip of black hair over her pussy stepped up to Fran. "Is this some sort of contest?"
"It didn't start out that way," Fran laughed. "But Sheila turned it into one."
The bodybuilder threw her head back, closing her eyes as she lifted her well-muscled buttocks. A bit of condom-covered cock shaft emerged, and she took it between two fingers. Carl tried for her breasts, but she leaned back out of reach.
Finding her G-spot, Sheila rubbed his cockhead firmly against it. Immediately, her pussy clutched his prick. She was already halfway to orgasm, and in less than a minute her cunt muscles were stroking his hard-on.
Carl thrust his arms out wide and clenched his hands into tight fists. Her cunt juice oozed out, the scent making his climax fight harder to erupt. Finally, just when he thought he was going to give in, she leapt off him.
"Well, you outlasted me," Sheila said with a grin.
The insides of her thighs were liberally coated with her sexual fluids. The pert blonde gazed up at her, licking her lips. Sheila stepped over to her, and Fran hid a smile at the sight of them side by side. The bodybuilder was just about a full head taller, and Fran shivered with delight at the thought of the interesting positions they could assume.
"I don't take that long to recover," Sheila said, a soft, seductive sound replacing the monotone in which she'd spoken to Carl.
"I'm glad about that," the brunette smiled. "But I want to give him a try, first."
She squatted over Carl, handing him a condom. "I'm afraid it'll explode if I touch it. She really gave you a workout."
"I'm sure I'll be all right," Carl said, closely studying her face. He could see that she was very aroused, ready to climax from so much as the touch of a finger.
This would be easy. The brunette squatted down, rather awkwardly trying to line up her cunt slit with his cockhead. Carl held it upright, telling her to spread her cunt lips. He guessed that she was one of Sophie's coeds. She couldn't have been older than twenty-one, and twenty would be a good estimate.
If she was looking for the kind of sex education she couldn't expect to get at school, she certainly was getting it.
The brunette's cunt was much tighter than Sheila's, which was quite respectably tight. Fortunately for Carl, his cockhead rammed her G-spot on her first thrust. Immediately, she started to cum, rocking from side to side and throwing herself off him. Giggling helplessly, the brunette thrust a finger into her pussy and humped herself as she shuddered from head to toe in orgasm.
Sheila swooped down and helped the coed to her feet. The bodybuilder wrapped her arm around the brunette's waist, and they looked around for the nearest open patch of floor space. Carl sat up, drawing the rubber off his prick. He recalled that he still hadn't cum as he watched Sheila press her body against the pert brunette's.
Seeing a familiar set of buttocks, he called out, "Joan, come over here, okay?"
Round, hanging breasts jiggled from side to side as the lean, trim-looking middle-aged woman pranced over to him. Brown curls jiggled on her head as Carl took her hand, then hugged her against him.
"You're not engaged at the moment, right?" Carl asked.
"I love the way you put that, and no, and yes-I'm engaged with you."
Carl pointed to Sheila and the brunette. "Those two will be really interesting to watch."
"Won't we be kind of interesting?" Joan asked, looking down at his cock. One touch of her fingertip to his cockhead made him as erect as he'd been when he was fucking Sheila and the smaller woman. "You certainly don't look like you need a break."
"The intention, dear lady, is to fuck and watch at the same time. In the right position, both our faces will be pointed at them."
On her own less than a year, Joan was still new to the varieties of sex. Her lusts burst out after years of a missionary position-only marriage, and her inhibitions vanished the first time she took off her clothes at her first sex party.
Carl had helped her break out. A casual meeting in a computer equipment store led to lunch, then to several more lunch dates, then a weekend date. Sex followed the next week, and after a short affair and a great deal of coaxing, Carl got her to attend an orgy. Rather than being shy and hesitant all evening, like he'd expected, she amazed him by getting right into the spirit of things.
"Let's see," Joan mused. "I think you mean on all fours. Doggy-style, right?"
"You've got it," Carl said. "Just let me get another condom."
The older woman got down on all fours, wiggling her ass around and looking back at Carl. Snapping the rubber over his erection, he got on his knees behind her and poked his dick between her thighs. Laughing, Joan leaned over, gripped his cock and tapped the rubber-coated tip against the wrinkled brown-red flesh of her cunt slit. Giving a round, hanging breast a quick squeeze, Carl gripped his prick around the base and worked the head in.
Immediately, Joan humped back at him. His prick rode in, and he paused to lean over her to position himself. Joan murmured "more" and thrust back again. Carl moved with her, letting his cock ride in until his tightened, wrinkled scrotum touched the smooth skin of her ass cheeks.
Sheila and the brunette were tongue-kissing. As Carl settled in comfortably over Joan, they broke apart. Sheila planted her hands firmly on the brunette's hips. "Just relax," Carl and Joan heard her say. "Relax your whole body. Believe me, I know what I'm doing."
The brunette's petite form went limp. Sheila lifted her slowly until the brunette's cunt was aligned with her mouth. The smaller woman draped her legs over the auburn-haired bodybuilder's shoulders and let out a cry of delight as Sheila's mouth made contact with her pussy.
Sheila's hands were firmly under the brunette's shoulders. Several who were between encounters stepped up to watch. Carl cupped Joan's breasts in his hands, the small rounds of red-tipped flesh disappearing beneath his long fingers. She pressed her buttocks against his thighs, murmuring to herself as she watched the spectacle before them.
There was a wet, smacking sound as Sheila pulled her tongue out of the brunette's pussy. The smaller woman was shuddering, wobbling slightly as she shuddered through a mini-cum. Sheila said something in a low voice to her and bent her knees to stand more firmly. The brunette slowly raised her shoulders, straightening her back and fanning the air in an attempt to grip Sheila's shoulders.
The bodybuilder bent forward a bit, and the smaller woman's hands found their target. Now holding her hips, Sheila pulled her closer so that her face was pressed against the brunette's lean stomach. She said something to the brunette again, and the smaller woman again went limp.
As easily as if she was manipulating a large pillow, Sheila lifted the smaller woman up and bent her over until the brunette's legs were in the air and her face was almost in line with the bodybuilder's pussy. A bit more lowering, and the brunette's head was between the bodybuilder's thighs.
"I can't keep this up too long," she shouted, laughing. "But I love it!"
With that, she plunged her face between Sheila's thighs. The bodybuilder let out a grunt, sliding her hands around to the brunette's buttocks. She hunched down, churning her hips as the brunette's tongue strove for the back of her moist, pulsing pussy.
Looking back at Carl, Joan said, "Can she really make the tall woman cum like that?"
Carl shook his head, drawing his cock out slightly. "No, that looks like very elaborate fore-play. In fact, I think she's.. . . "
He let his words trail off as the brunette's head abruptly popped out. "Okay, enough," she shouted up, craning her neck.
Sheila told her to stretch out her arms and bent forward. The brunette's hands touched the carpet, then she slowly unwrapped her legs from around Sheila's neck and dropped to all fours. Seeing that, Joan surged forward, drawing almost the full length of Carl's hard-on out of her pussy. Startled, he looked down to see her thrust back and hiss at him, "Come on!"
Obligingly, Carl started pumping rapidly. Removing one hand from her breast, he took hold of her pussy mound and spread her lips. The hard button of the older woman's clitoris dug into his fingers. She shrieked and began swinging her ass around madly, pumping back and forth at the same time. Her pussy lips gyrated madly around his cock shaft, and that, with her ass movements, dislodged his cock.
Carl immediately lunged forward. Joan reared up at the same time, and his hard-on plunged into her ass crack. Before he could react, his sheathed cockhead was pressed tightly against her ass-hole.
"Don't stop," Joan urged, gently thrusting back at him. "You're wet enough. And finger my pussy."
He leaned his thighs against her ass cheeks, his scrotum just inside her ass crack. His cock slid in slowly and he encountered far less resistance than he'd expected. He still had a hand on her pussy, and he spread her lips wider before sliding two fingers in. Her cunt muscles clenched tightly, and he could feel her pussy flesh throb.
Her ass gripped his penis like a masturbating hand. It was too tight to allow him to hump freely, so he made small jerking motions with his hips as he probed the interior of her snatch. Joan began to sigh in that low, throaty manner he'd heard the first time he brought her to orgasm, and as before, her whole body shuddered as she jammed her ass cheeks roughly against his thighs.
Maybe it was because she was older that she didn't thrash around and scream like the other women Carl had fucked. Joan kept her arms and legs still, shuddering in place as her orgasm coursed through her. Rather than firing off high-pitched shouts, she murmured, almost sing-song, to herself.
Her way of signaling that she'd had enough was to drop to her stomach with a grunt. This freed Carl's prick, and he gave her buttocks a friendly pat as he got up. He helped Joan to her feet, then they headed to the bathroom.
Just as they emerged, two new guests arrived.