Read part one here.
"It won't stay on very long, so there's not much point," he said. Rhiannon pouted as she looked in the mirror. He had to admit that the demi-bra made her look super sexy, emphasizing her perk pink nipples. She really wanted to wear it to the party, her stockings, too, but he assured her that she would regret it. "They'll probably get ruined, I'm sure." Charles Jelinek had not attended many of the Luna Society events, but he knew how things would go down for her. Fine lingerie rarely lasted and he knew how much she liked her new acquisitions.
He refused to tell her any details about the party, wanting her instead experience it as a newcomer. This drove her nuts, of course, be she had to admit that all his surprises had worked out well. "I really want to dance," she told him. Dancing was not really part of the night's festivities.
"Didn't you dance enough last night?" he asked.
"Would you ever say you've fucked enough?" she retorted.
"Well," he began, "there are times, but your point is well taken." Charles thought about the past few days. He could not remember any time he had fucked as much as he had that week. There were seriously intense weekends where he spent countless mad hours of passion with a new lover, but they did not compare to the adventures he had with Rhiannon.
Earlier that day, she had described her stay with him as a week as an x-rated Disneyland. When he asked her if she had a favorite ride, she thought for a few moments. "Favorite ride, hmmm. There are rides I'd never been on, that's for sure! I guess my favorite would have to be the one I wanting to try for so long." Having sex with her college professor had been one of her fantasies and was thrilled to have it come true. What he had done with her was icing on her fantasy cake.
Neither of them wanted to cook, so they had Chinese food delivered. Charles made Rhiannon collect the food and pay the driver. She opened the door just enough to take the bags. The poor guy did a double take when he realized that his customer was naked. He stammered and then grinned before accepting her payment. "Keep the change," she said, holding the door open a bit longer to give him a thorough look. She pursed her lips and winked as she closed the door. He continued to smile and stare until the door closed.
After eating, they napped for an hour before showering. Rhiannon was putting on her fine lingerie when Charles suggested she wear something easier to remove and less likely to get damaged.
"Honestly," he added, "you're better off with your crop top and short skirt." Charles was wearing silk boxer shorts. He pulled on his khaki pants and a beige linen shirt. "Keep it simple, really." She pouted as she looked in the mirror one last time and removed the demi-bra.
She dug out her plaid skirt and wrapped it around her as she looked over the rest of her clothes. Charles suggested her white cotton blouse. "It's pretty worn looking. I want to look nice." Although he refused to give her details about the party, the very location of the event suggested that it was a place to dress up a bit. Westmount had some of the finest homes in the city.
"You will look nice ... because you won't be wearing much of anything."
"Are we going to an orgy?" she demanded, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, it's pretty much an orgy. So clothes aren't going to matter a whole lot."
She tried to pout but the smile got the better of her. She took the blouse from his hand. She'd been fucked by dozens of men all week while Charles had only been with her and his friend Sara. "So, I get to see you in action."
His only answer was a smirk.
The house was large but not ostentatious. It was old and had aged gracefully. It suggested old money. Charles parked the car half a block away. The owners did not want to attract attention to the fact that they were hosting a party and had guests park well away or take a cab.
Charles draped an arm around her waist as they walked; she pressed close to him in response. "I guess they've been doing this for nearly ten years." he said. "A guy told me they started out having every one dress in black and make it all ceremonial or something. It's pretty chill now, though. They have a party on the Friday closest to the full moon. That was part of the ceremony thing, I guess. Either that or they figure people are more wild near the full moon. That's why it's called the Luna Society."
They walked up the stairs and Charles opened the door without knocking. The first thing that struck Rhiannon was the amount of wood. Old wood paneling covered every part of the entrance. The little table and the bench and the coat rack were all made of dark wood. She was still getting oriented when a swarthy man approached them. He was a handsome gentleman with dark eyes, a wide nose and curly black hair with a peppering of grey. His shirt and slacks were well tailored to his fit form. He looked like the sort of man who might play polo on the weekends because golf was too dull.
Ron was standing near the door when the couple arrived. His eyes glanced briefly at the man. He was familiar. His attention was drawn to the young woman, though. He excused himself from the couple he was with and walked over to the entrance.
"Hi Ron," the man said, extending his hand. As they shook hands, Ron struggled to remember his name. He was not a regular, but he had certainly been here quite a few times before. He was about to ask him his name when the man said, “This is Rhiannon." Recognition dawned on him as he heard her name. He recalled the e-mail confirmation for the party. Rhiannon. Rhiannon and … Charles. He recalled that she was a friend of Alya, one of the former regulars.
He gave Rhiannon a kiss on both cheeks. "Nice to meet you, my dear.” From what Charles wrote about her, she would fit right in with the other guests. “So glad you've come for a visit." He glanced back at Charles with an approving smile. He squeezed the other man's shoulder and added, “Good to have you back, Charles. It's been a while.”
“Too much traveling and too little fooling around,” Charles said with a smile.
Ron turned back to Rhiannon. "Would you care for something to drink, my dear? I must introduce you to my wife and to the other guests. Charles, would you excuse us?" Without waiting for a reply, he took her by the hand and led her into the living room. Ron quite enjoyed meeting the new girls. It gave him a chance to learn a bit about them. Unlike many of the men who attended his events, he liked to know who he was fucking.
Charles watched Ron lead Rhiannon away. He had a pretty good idea what would happen next. Ron would introduce her to the regulars, letting them know it was her first visit. As a result, she would receive special treatment; which consisted primarily of all the guys doing their best to fuck her. He had already told Ron about Rhiannon's predilections, assuring him that she was the right girl to join in the fun.
Charles recalled his introduction to the Luna Society two years earlier. It was Jean Tremblay who took him to the party. He was introduced to Ron's wife, Gail, a good looking woman in her early thirties. She was all of five feet tall, but had the energy and presence of a diva. Charles was quite taken by her ... literally as it transpired. Gail had introduced him to some of the regulars and had just given him a drink when her husband Ron came over and kissed her. Charles felt a bit awkward. He introduced himself and asked how he knew Jean. As Charles explained how they met, Gail dropped to her knees and unbuckled Charles' pants. "Never mind Gail," Ron said to him nonchalantly, she's just being friendly." Ron continued to chat with him while his wife sucked Charles' cock. He was tremendously distracted and totally unable to carry on a conversation. At a loss for words, he resorted to complimenting her blowjob technique to her husband; a surreal experience to say the least! "Yeah, that's why I married her." She stood up and gave Charles a deep kiss telling him they'd have to fuck later. A couple of other guests had drifted over to watch the event unfold. As he pulled up his pants, Charles made a lame joke about Gail being a most welcome host.
The rest of that evening consisted of him fucking nearly every girl at the party. The best part was that every girl wanted to fuck. It was a sort of initiation, making the new person feel welcome. Charles was not the only new guy that night. Gail told him they liked to have new men fairly frequently and were very picky about whom they invited back. Charles paid close attention to this. Guys with hot and horny girlfriends were near the top of the list, preceded only by hot and horny single girls. Men who could last and play well together were welcome; bores and voyeurs were not.
When he met another of the newcomers that evening, the two men exchanged notes. "If I was doing this, I'd have an equal number of men and women," the man said. Charles considered this and pointed out that one woman could easily satisfy multiple men ... simultaneously, if need be. A quick count suggested that the ratio was nearly three men for every woman. "There are a lot of guys looking pretty worn out," he agreed. Charles, despite his initial enthusiasm, was pretty tired by then, too. Jean had advised him to pace himself and he was glad he followed the suggestion.
Charles returned once more as a single man. On his third visit he decided to invite Alya, a girl with whom he'd spent a few enjoyable evenings. Alya was hardly a girlfriend. In fact, she was infatuated with a guy who pretty much ignored her. She distracted herself by hooking up with men whenever she was frustrated. Charles figured the Luna Society would be an appropriate distraction and might prove a good ticket to get invited back as a regular. His plan worked so well that Alya became a regular. Charles was invited to accompany her whenever he wished, but he ended up being out of town nearly every Friday when the group met. She moved to Toronto a few months later and Charles lost touch with her.
Tonight was the first time he'd attended a Luna event since their winter solstice party. He headed for the kitchen to get a drink. He ran into a few acquaintances along the way and it took nearly half an hour before he had a drink in his hand. It was fun catching up with old friends and lovers. When Gail saw him, she gave him a deep kiss and admonished him for being away so long. "And you brought a friend!" she said, in a whisper loud enough for others to hear. Charles suggested that she get to know her, winking knowingly. Gail licked her lips and smiled. Charles laughed.
Gail left him to attend to a new guest arriving at the door. Charles looked around to see a couple of regulars he knew, but wanted to see how Rhiannon was doing. He headed for the living room.
Katrina spotted him before he saw her. "Hey," she said, sliding under his arm and hugging him. He gave her a lingering kiss in response. "How've you been?" Despite having moved to Montreal when she was eight, she still had a distinct Russian accent. Charles liked that.
He met Katrina at his first society event. He was immediately attracted to her long black hair, good looks, svelte body, and cool demeanor. When he discovered she was a model, Charles suggested they do a shoot. The three hour shoot was followed by a two hour romp in his bed. They got together occasionally, ostensibly to shoot, but it inevitably ended in sex. “I'm good. It's good to see you again. How are you doing?” he said, letting his hand drift down the small of her back and giving her ass a friendly squeeze through her tight jeans.
Katrina was probably the most regular of the regulars. She had been in attendance every time he visited and she always provided him with stories about the events he missed. Katrina was one of the few heterosexual women who attended the events. “I like to be surrounded by men,” she told him once.
“I wish we could get things started,” she said, looking around the room for Ron and Gail. Katrina was impatient like that. Charles was tempted to invite her to go upstairs to one of the bedrooms so he could go one on one with her, but he really wanted to see what happened to Rhiannon first.
Ron lead Rhiannon through the small throng of guests and into the kitchen. As he made small talk with her, he served her a glass of white wine. Moments later, his wife entered the kitchen with a man in his late twenties. Gail introduced him as James. As they shook hands he said “I'm sure my wife will enjoy sucking your dick.” He grinned as the poor man blanched. Beside him, he could hear Rhiannon giggle. “This here is Rhiannon. She might enjoy sucking your dick, too, but I saw her first,” still grinning, he wagged a finger at him. James took her hand and smiled awkwardly. Gail poured him a drink before continuing her tour with him.
“He seemed like a nice enough guy,” Ron told her. “I do like rattling them a bit if I can. Terrible of me, I know, but there you are!”
As they sipped their drinks, he asked her about her work and her studies. He was disappointed to learn she was only visiting for the week, but pleased to discover that she was returning to university in the fall. Ron knew how to pour on the charm and he could tell that the girl was interested in him. He noted how she maintained eye contact, not letting the distractions around the room—or the house itself—get the better of her.
He made it a point to touch her hand and arm whenever the opportunity presented itself. That physical contact made a connection with her and she responded in kind. He smiled, thinking about how nice it would be to see her naked, lying beneath him. There was lots of time for that, though.
As a gracious host, Ron made it a point to introduce her to his other guests, male and female. They would all be enjoying Rhiannon tonight. One of the regulars signaled him that another female guest had arrived. Ron begged her forgiveness for leaving her. He took her hand and leaned in to whisper “I'll see you later,” giving her a knowing look.
“I look forward to that,” she responded with a confident smile. He smiled back. He was looking forward to that, too. He made his way to the door to find the second of the three new girls expected that evening.
Rhiannon was disappointed when Ron left her. His charming humor and good looks left her feeling inexorably drawn to the older man. She looked around for Charles but didn't see him. Another of the regular guests gestured for her to join him and his female companion. She had met them earlier but had quite forgotten their names. The woman looked to be in her late twenties. She had lots of curly dark hair, large brown eyes and a strong Mediterranean nose. He was in his late thirties, tall and fit, but quite balding, though still reasonably good looking.
“Hi,” she said, somewhat nervously as she approached.
“Ron has abandoned you, I see,” said the woman, smiling. “You can sort of expect that, he comes and goes.” She let out a half laugh and added, “or cums and cums again!” Her companion chortled at the bad joke.
“This is your first time, right? Have you been in the scene long?” The man asked Rhiannon.
She was not sure what “scene” meant, but suspected it had to do with orgies or at least swinging or swapping. She wasn't sure if threesomes counted, she'd had a few of those in her life, and this week she had her first gang-bang and her first official train. She thought it best to be conservative. “Not really,” she said, “Charles is sort of breaking me in.”
“Charles,” she said, turning to the man, “he's not a regular is he?” He shook his head and shrugged.
“He told me he's only been here a few times,” Rhiannon replied.
“Oh, I might know him to see him, then” she said. “There are so many men who come to these events, it's hard to remember them all.”
“You both are regulars, right?” They nodded. “What does … how does it work? I mean, what happens? Charles didn't really tell me much and I forgot to ask Ron.”
“Oh, well, once all the guest arrive, Ron and Gail turn down the lights and then … just get comfortable,” the woman answered.
“Take your time and enjoy yourself, that's the most important thing,” the man added.
Just then, another man joined them. He greeted the couple (Jazmin and Andrew!) then introduced himself to Rhiannon as Steven. He was in his early thirties, about an inch shorter than Rhiannon, but with broad shoulders and strong masculine features. She imagined him as the sort who had a trained pit bull. The four of them chatted for a few minutes. Steven, she learned, was another regular. “You relax, honey,” he said when he learned it was Rhiannon's first event, “I'll take care of you.” She smiled.
A few minutes later, the lights went down in the living-room. Someone turned off the overhead lights in the kitchen. Only the accent lights over the counters were lit now. Steven put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the door. They passed through the dinning room into the dimly lit living-room.
Gail was sitting on the couch between two men, deeply engrossed in conversation with one of them. Her hand was sliding up and down his thigh. A couple, whom she had not met, were kissing as they sat on the other couch. Another couple were watching the show; as they spoke in hushed tones, the man ran his hands through her hair. There were five or six men sitting or standing in the room, looking relaxed and eying the women. She saw them looking at her and smiling gently. She felt a bit like prey.
Jazmin and Andrew entered the room and stood beside her. They whispered about the couples and about the men they recognized. Rhiannon tried to listen but she could barely hear them. Gail had was now kissing the man with whom she was conversing. She had undone his pants and had reached inside. The man on her other side was caressing her back. The couple making out were going at passionately, oblivious to the others in the room. He was squeezing her boobs and gradually unbuttoning her blouse. Rhiannon felt flushed.
Steven's hand hand migrated from the small of her back to her hip. He leaned into her from behind and whispered, “Do you like watching other people kiss?” She nodded slowly, feeling a warmth flowing through her. He pulled her closer to him, her ass pressed against his pelvis. She could feel the hardness there. She resisted the urge to push back against him. She didn't want to appear too eager.
She looked to Jazmin and Andrew. Her arms were around his head as they made out. Another man was pressed against her from behind, grinding his hips against her ass. Seeing the other guy, Steven responded by putting both hands on Rhiannon's hips and pulling her firmly against him. She arched her back and rubbed her ass on the hard bulge in his jeans. She tried to time her gyrations to the man who was dry humping Jazmin.
“Your ass feels so tight,” Steven said into her ear, rocking his hips against her.
“It is,” she murmured back.
His hands moved below her skirt, down to her bare thighs. He ran his hands all the way to her knees and then up, lifting the back of her skirt. Her bare ass was now pressed against his jeans. “I like a tight ass,” he said. Rhiannon imagined his cock sliding into her ass as everyone around them watched. She flushed again when she glanced around the room and saw half the men staring at her.
Gail's face was now in the man's lap as she went up and down on his cock. The other man had unbuttoned her blouse and was in the process of pulling down her slacks. The other couple were half naked. He had removed her top completely and his pants were half off as she played with his cock. Beside her, Jazmin's jeans had been pulled down and the man behind her was feeling her up. Jazmin was moaning in response.
Steven's hands had slipped under her top and were making their way to her tits. “Squeeze them,” she thought to herself, “squeeze them hard!” Instead, he teased her. His fingertips slid around her breasts and gently touched her nipples. She knew they were rock hard by the way he tweaked the ends. “Pinch them!” she thought. His hands cupped her small breasts and pulled her back against his chest as he continued to press his bulge against her bare ass.
“You want my cock, honey?” he asked, quietly.
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation. She turned her head so she could hear his reply. She could now see what was happening to Andrew and Jazmin and the other man. Jazmin was on her knees and sucking Andrew's cock. His hands were buried in the dark curls of her hair. The third man was kneeling beside her, still fingering her. Someone had unfastened her bra as it now hung between the open front of her blouse.
“What do you want to do with my cock?” Steven whispered.
She watched Jazmin. “I want to suck it.” He responded by pinching her nipples. “Oh!” Rhiannon moaned. He pinched them harder and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“Listen to me,” he said, “you're going to suck my cock and then you're going to suck his cock and his cock and his cock. Then you're going to suck the cock of every man at this party.” He paused. “Do you hear me.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“What are you going to do?”
“I'm … I'm going to suck your cock and every man at the party,” she stammered. He grabbed her tits and squeezed hard. “Oh!” She wanted to suck every cock there. She wanted to feel every cock inside her. She wanted their cum.
Rhiannon twisted in Steven's grip and half collapsed to the floor. She grabbed his belt for support, then loosened the clasp. Frantically, she pulled down his pants until his cock popped out. She took a breath and started sucking furiously. She jammed his cock deep into her throat until she gagged and her eyes watered.
She felt hands on her ass, squeezing and caressing. Another hand went to her stomach then up to her tits. The hand played with her nipples. She put her own hands on Steven's hips and forced her head hard down on his cock. One of the hands on her ass drifted between her legs. Fingers slipped between her sopping lips and then rubbed her clit. The orgasm felt like a firecracker going off in her soul.
She pulled away from Andrew, coughed and tried to recover. Recomposed, she worked his cock with one hand while the other played with his balls. The hands behind her continued to slid between her slit and her clit while the stranger beside her continued caressing her tits and stomach.
Beside her, Jazmin was standing and kissing Andrew again. Both her hands were on his cock, stroking him. The man behind her had pulled down his pants and was slowly fucking her, holding her hips for support. She looked up at Andrew before bending over and putting his cock into her mouth again.
The hands on her ass were suddenly gone. Now she felt something different; flesh pressed against her. Suddenly, there was something very firm between her legs, pressing upward. A hand reached around the front of her thighs and between her legs. She felt the cock being pushed upward, into her opening. She almost came again as it penetrated her. The man behind her rocked back and forth slowly, sliding in and out.
She was tempted to look over her shoulder to see who it was. Maybe it was Charles. Maybe it was Ron. She resisted the urge, loving the idea that a total stranger was fucking her. She closed her eyes and continued to suck Steven's dick, wondering if he would shoot a load into her hungry mouth. There were two hands on her tits now, but they were not squeezing enough.
After a few minutes, the man behind her pulled out. Rhiannon felt vacant. Steven pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. For a moment she tried to think of when she might have blown a guy at a party without having kissed him first. Steven pushed his cock between her legs as they kissed. She could feel the hard erection pressing up, eager to get inside her. She was wondering if he would spin her around and bend her over and fuck her hard. Instead, he reached behind her ass, bend his knees and guided his cock up and inside her.
As she stood with her legs together, the shorter man kept his feet just outside hers and rocked his hips upward and against her pelvis. The pressure on her clit was almost stimulating enough to make her cum. Never having experienced this position before she smiled at Steven and kissed him deeply. He gripped her hips for balance and leverage and continued rocking. The men around her caressed her back and her legs and her ass, adding to her pleasure.
When Steven was done with her, he pulled out. Rhiannon was about to bend over to clean off his cock with her tongue when another man grabbed her hips. The next thing she knew, she was being taken from behind. When she looked up, she discovered that Jazmin was sucking Steven's cock, cleaning her juice off of it. She then stood up and kissed him. Rhiannon watched helplessly, being pounded hard from behind by another stranger.
Before the lights dimmed, Katrina led Charles to the den downstairs. With some interest, they watched the porno playing on the big monitor. There were a few solo men and one other couple there. Ron came in with his new girl, an older woman with a mane of curly auburn hair. He turned down the lights, signifying it was time for some fun.
Charles wasted no time with Katrina. She wasn't much for kissing, so he nuzzled her neck and squeezed her ass. She didn't need warming up, but he liked to enjoy her body. His hand ran under her t-shirt and over her bare back; she never bothered with a bra. He turned her around and played with her small breasts.
Ron was also busy as he and the new woman made out. The other couple were in the process of tearing off their clothes. The porno had obviously affected them. Charles unbuttoned Katrina's jeans and pushed his hand inside. She was freshly waxed, her pussy as smooth as her belly. He loved running his hands between her breasts and her pussy.
With his free hand, he pulled down his own jeans, letting his cock spring up between her tight ass cheeks. In addition to not liking women, Katrina also didn't like anal play. He would have loved to penetrate that little pink rosebud.
He pushed her jeans down and she stepped out of them. He quickly followed suit and the two of them got down on the carpeted floor. Charles spent a few minutes dipping into her honeypot with his tongue before moving up. Katrina reached for his cock, guiding it inside her. He closed his eyes as he pressed into her slowly. He was intimately familiar with her tight pussy and his cock loved to be inside her. He looked down at her and smiled. “It's been a while.”
She let out a little laugh and smiled back. Lying beneath him like that, she looked beautiful. He thrust slowly at first, then build up speed. He knew Katrina liked it fast and hard so he worked up to it. No man could go long enough and hard enough for her, however. That's why she enjoyed gang-bangs so much.
Charles did not really like fucking Katrina. Their first few times together were terrific, he had to admit, but it was mostly due to the novelty of being with a new woman (and a new woman who was a true nymphomaniac). The problem was that she lacked passion and was all but unresponsive during lovemaking. Charles did everything he could to get her to cry out or even moan, but the most he ever got from her was something akin to a soft whimper. As much as she loved getting fucked, she was not much for fucking. Any time Charles put her in cowgirl, she rocked back and forth with no passion or desire. It was pretty much up to him to do all the work.
She was his friend, however, so he overlooked these faults and made the most of their time together, socially and physically.
When Charles put her on her knees to take her doggy style, one of the solo men approached her from the front. Katrina dutifully reached out for his cock and pulled it toward her mouth. A few moments later, another man moved in beside him, his cock ready to go, and reached beneath to fondle her breasts.
When Charles pulled out for a break, the man getting a blow-job moved in to take over while Katrina proceeded to suck off the other man. Charles watched her. With her good looks and tight little body, she would make a marvelous porn star if she could turn on the passion.
The couple he noted earlier had now been joined by a third man. She lay on the couch, one man pumping in and out between her legs while the other fed his cock into her mouth. Ron's woman was naked as he took her doggy style. He pulled out and gave her his cock to lick.
Charles seized the opportunity and mounted the woman from behind, sliding in where his host had so recently left. She was wet and warm, “Just the way I like them,” he thought. Ron gave Charles a smile and a “Not bad” look toward the woman. He half expected him to raise one hand for a “high five.” Charles reached down to cradle the woman's heavy breasts and tweak her nipples.
Ron got up and gave the woman a kiss before moving toward the other couple. Whether to watch the action or participate, Charles didn't notice. He was tired of being on his knees and suggested to his new partner they change position. She rolled onto her back. Her pubic hair was long, but neatly trimmed around the edges. It was a distinct contrast to Katrina's smooth pubes. He slid back in and continued fucking her.
Charles finally got a good look at the woman. She was in her late thirties with wrinkles around her eyes and at the corners of her soft mouth. She was still a handsome woman, though. Charles was sure she laughed a lot. While she was a bit overweight, she was well proportioned. Her breasts were large and soft; they jiggled nicely as he fucked her.
“I'm Charles, by the way,” he said formally. “It's certainly a pleasure to meet you.”
“It's a pleasure to meet you too, Charles.” She answered as casually as if they were at a business meeting. “I'm Danielle.”
“Enchanté,” he responded, smiling. As he continued to thrust, he looked thoughtful. “Danielle,” he said.
“Yes?”
“You have a very nice pussy.”
“Why thank you, Charles.”
After a moment, she spoke, “Charles?”
“Mmm?”
“I must say that you have a very nice penis.”
“Thank you, Danielle.”
She looked thoughtful. “It's very hard, isn't it?”
“Why yes,” he pondered, “you are quite right.”
“I thought so!” she said, delight in her voice. The two of them laughed. Charles closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his cock moving in and out of her pussy. Her hands were drifting over his back and hips, dragging her nails over his skin as he moved above her.
“Danielle?” he said.
“Yes, Charles?”
“I know we've only just met, but would you …” he drifted off. “I hope you don't think this too forward of me, but would you mind if I gave you a little kiss?”
She pursed her lips and turned her eyes to the side thoughtfully. “Well,” she started, “you do seem like a gentleman. I suppose a small kiss would be acceptable. So long as you tell no one!” she added. “It must be our little secret.”
“I promise” Charles said, trying desperately to think of the word that meant he would defend her honor. He damned himself for not having read more Jane Austin. He leaned in slowly and pressed his mouth against her full lips.
Her mouth opened softly, inviting him to explore inside. His tongue dipped in running the tip over her straight teeth and then between them. His tongue caressed her pallet. She responded by sensuously licking the bottom of his tongue. When he withdrew, her tongue followed his. He pulled her deep into his own mouth and sucked gently. She seemed to throb in response.
Charles put his weight on his elbows so he could put one hand at the back of her head and the other on her cheek. She was now holding his head in both her hands and they continued to kiss, their tongues sliding back and forth between their lips. Charles slowed his thrusts, making each one deep and meaningful.
He was no longer fucking Danielle, but making passionate love to her. He treated each thrust as if it were his last. He tried to push his body deep into hers, trying to unite with her. She had drawn up her legs, opening herself as much as she could. One hand was tangled in her hair while the other stroked her cheek tenderly.
He pulled away from her face, but she pulled his head back to her hers and their lips met again in another long, drawn out kiss. Her hands were on his face now, touch him, trying to see him with her hands. He put a hand on hers and pulled away to look at her. It was then he noticed the ring. “You're married?”
“Yes,” she said with a nod. “But right now I'm married to you,” she added. She pulled him down and kissed him even harder than before.
He pulled away from her again. Before she could pull him back, he pressed his lips to her ear. “You feel so good,” he whispered as he caught his breath. He enjoyed the company of married women. “I love fucking you.”
“I love how you fuck me,” she whispered back. “I love when you go so deep. I want you all the way inside me.”
He sucked her earlobe, thankful that she was not wearing jewelry. He was going a bit faster now. “I just want to keep fucking you.” She squeezed him with her arms and legs. “You make my cock feel so good … so fucking good.”
“I just want you to fuck me,” she murmured. “I don't care who sees us.”
“You want me to fuck you in the middle of St. Catherine's street?”
“Yes. The corner of St. Catherine and Peel. I want everyone to see you fucking me.”
Charles was even more turned on then before. “Open your mouth,” he told her. She opened her mouth and he let a dollop of saliva ooze onto her tongue. She looked him right in the eye as she swallowed it. Then she licked her lips and opened her mouth again. He smiled and spit into her mouth once more. The moment she swallowed, he pressed his lips to hers once again and they kissed.
“Do you want my ass?” she asked when he slowed down. He smiled and nodded. “We need some lube.” Charles looked around and spotted a tube beside the threesome on the couch. He climbed up, leaving Danielle for five seconds, and grabbed the tube. He slid back into her and she let out a big sigh. “Oh. I missed you while you were gone.” He grinned in response.
“So, you want my cock up your ass, eh?” It was her turn to grin. “How do you want it?” She grabbed her knees and tried to lift her hips. Charles had to pull out to let her. He applied the lubricant to his fingertips and gently massaged her anus. His first finger went inside easily. This was not her first time doing anal.
He played with her a bit before inserting the second finger. Meanwhile, he used his free hand to pinch her nipples and squeeze her breasts. Once he had a third finger inside, he applied some lube to the tip of his cock. His fingers came out and he pressed his cock head to her anus. It took little effort to work himself inside, she was plenty tight. He slid in a bit, then out, then a bit deeper. When he was balls deep, he paused and looked down at her. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her.
Charles slowly worked his cock in and out of her ass, enjoying the squeezing sensation she provided him there. “Let me feel you tighten your ass,” he said.
“Like this?” she asked as she squeezed.
“Yeah.” He pulled out a bit. “Do it again.” She complied. “Now pump your ass so you're squeezing open and shut, open and shut.” As she did this, Charles moved slowly in and out. “Oh, yeah, that's good.” He picked up the pace.
Danielle pulled her legs up until her knees were at her armpits. She was practically folded in half. The position enabled him to get all the way in. He pressed down to kiss her, but the angle was such that their lips could only meet with some effort. She opened her mouth. He obliged her by spitting into her mouth once more. She smiled as she swallowed.
Charles rocked back and pulled her legs down. He could not go as deeply now, but he was able to get close enough to her face to kiss her again. Their tongues reacquainted themselves for a bit before Charles pulled away and whispered in her ear. “If we don't start fucking other people, we're going to get in trouble.”
“Oh, right,” she laughed quietly, “I forgot there were other people here.” She kissed him again, lightly this time and said, “You don't mind if I fuck other men?”
“As your husband, I insist you fuck every man you can tonight.”
“Do you want to fuck again later?”
“Sure.”
“I want to suck your cock.” She paused for a moment and added, “You can cum inside me, too, if you want.”
He had planned to cum inside Rhiannon, but Danielle's offer was tempting. “We'll see. If I can make it, sure.” He slowly pulled his hips back, his cock easing out of her ass. “Ugh, I hate leaving your ass.” She smiled and squeezed.
Katrina had three men working on her. The other woman had two more. “I better go to the toilet before I do anything else,” Danielle said. Charles pointed her in the right direction and she dashed off. He had to get to the toilet also, but didn't want to go with her. That didn't seem right, especially after hogging her all to himself for the last while.
He put on his shirt and boxers and wandered upstairs.
Ron had enjoyed his brief time with Danielle. Generally speaking, he enjoyed older women more than younger women. A woman with experience knew what she wanted and could give as good as she could receive. Younger women held a different appeal to him. He liked the feel of a tight young body beneath his, but the idea of screwing a woman half his age felt like an accomplishment; a victory over younger rivals. He went in search of the other two girls: the dark haired Marilyn and the younger Rhiannon.
The action was in full swing in the living-room. His wife was blowing one of the new guys as a regular took her from behind. Jazmin was sucking off Steven while a second man prepared to take her from behind as well. Young Rhiannon, her skirt up around her hips, was standing up and getting fucked as she bent over.
Before any of the other men could move in, Ron strode across the room and positioned his cock in front of her face. Without hesitation, she reached up and grabbed it, pulling it toward her mouth. She clung to his balls as she sucked him. She was so lost in the moment that he was sure she had no idea who he was.
When the man taking her from the rear stopped, Ron pulled his cock from her mouth. She looked up then and recognized him. She smiled with delight and leaned up to kiss him. “I was looking for you before,” she said. Ron pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Her small tongue slid between his lips and he sucked gently.
Rhiannon stood on her toes and lifted her skirt so she could guide his cock between her legs. He liked how she took initiative that way. His cock was pressed up against her warm, wet opening. If he bent his knees, he could imagine slipping into her. Taking her head in his hands, he pulled his face away from hers. “Are you enjoying yourself, Rhiannon?”
She smiled sweetly. “Now I am,” she said. He kissed her again, reaching down to squeeze her ass. She moaned into his mouth. “I want you inside me,” she said, their lips still touching. Ron found the buttons to her skirt and undid them. The fabric fell away from her ass, but clung between them in front. There were a couple of men standing near them, eager to join in the fun with Rhiannon. Ron wanted a few minutes for himself with the young lady. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the dinning room was vacant.
"Time for supper," he told her.
He refused to tell her any details about the party, wanting her instead experience it as a newcomer. This drove her nuts, of course, be she had to admit that all his surprises had worked out well. "I really want to dance," she told him. Dancing was not really part of the night's festivities.
"Didn't you dance enough last night?" he asked.
"Would you ever say you've fucked enough?" she retorted.
"Well," he began, "there are times, but your point is well taken." Charles thought about the past few days. He could not remember any time he had fucked as much as he had that week. There were seriously intense weekends where he spent countless mad hours of passion with a new lover, but they did not compare to the adventures he had with Rhiannon.
Earlier that day, she had described her stay with him as a week as an x-rated Disneyland. When he asked her if she had a favorite ride, she thought for a few moments. "Favorite ride, hmmm. There are rides I'd never been on, that's for sure! I guess my favorite would have to be the one I wanting to try for so long." Having sex with her college professor had been one of her fantasies and was thrilled to have it come true. What he had done with her was icing on her fantasy cake.
Neither of them wanted to cook, so they had Chinese food delivered. Charles made Rhiannon collect the food and pay the driver. She opened the door just enough to take the bags. The poor guy did a double take when he realized that his customer was naked. He stammered and then grinned before accepting her payment. "Keep the change," she said, holding the door open a bit longer to give him a thorough look. She pursed her lips and winked as she closed the door. He continued to smile and stare until the door closed.
After eating, they napped for an hour before showering. Rhiannon was putting on her fine lingerie when Charles suggested she wear something easier to remove and less likely to get damaged.
"Honestly," he added, "you're better off with your crop top and short skirt." Charles was wearing silk boxer shorts. He pulled on his khaki pants and a beige linen shirt. "Keep it simple, really." She pouted as she looked in the mirror one last time and removed the demi-bra.
She dug out her plaid skirt and wrapped it around her as she looked over the rest of her clothes. Charles suggested her white cotton blouse. "It's pretty worn looking. I want to look nice." Although he refused to give her details about the party, the very location of the event suggested that it was a place to dress up a bit. Westmount had some of the finest homes in the city.
"You will look nice ... because you won't be wearing much of anything."
"Are we going to an orgy?" she demanded, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, it's pretty much an orgy. So clothes aren't going to matter a whole lot."
She tried to pout but the smile got the better of her. She took the blouse from his hand. She'd been fucked by dozens of men all week while Charles had only been with her and his friend Sara. "So, I get to see you in action."
His only answer was a smirk.
The house was large but not ostentatious. It was old and had aged gracefully. It suggested old money. Charles parked the car half a block away. The owners did not want to attract attention to the fact that they were hosting a party and had guests park well away or take a cab.
Charles draped an arm around her waist as they walked; she pressed close to him in response. "I guess they've been doing this for nearly ten years." he said. "A guy told me they started out having every one dress in black and make it all ceremonial or something. It's pretty chill now, though. They have a party on the Friday closest to the full moon. That was part of the ceremony thing, I guess. Either that or they figure people are more wild near the full moon. That's why it's called the Luna Society."
They walked up the stairs and Charles opened the door without knocking. The first thing that struck Rhiannon was the amount of wood. Old wood paneling covered every part of the entrance. The little table and the bench and the coat rack were all made of dark wood. She was still getting oriented when a swarthy man approached them. He was a handsome gentleman with dark eyes, a wide nose and curly black hair with a peppering of grey. His shirt and slacks were well tailored to his fit form. He looked like the sort of man who might play polo on the weekends because golf was too dull.
Ron was standing near the door when the couple arrived. His eyes glanced briefly at the man. He was familiar. His attention was drawn to the young woman, though. He excused himself from the couple he was with and walked over to the entrance.
"Hi Ron," the man said, extending his hand. As they shook hands, Ron struggled to remember his name. He was not a regular, but he had certainly been here quite a few times before. He was about to ask him his name when the man said, “This is Rhiannon." Recognition dawned on him as he heard her name. He recalled the e-mail confirmation for the party. Rhiannon. Rhiannon and … Charles. He recalled that she was a friend of Alya, one of the former regulars.
He gave Rhiannon a kiss on both cheeks. "Nice to meet you, my dear.” From what Charles wrote about her, she would fit right in with the other guests. “So glad you've come for a visit." He glanced back at Charles with an approving smile. He squeezed the other man's shoulder and added, “Good to have you back, Charles. It's been a while.”
“Too much traveling and too little fooling around,” Charles said with a smile.
Ron turned back to Rhiannon. "Would you care for something to drink, my dear? I must introduce you to my wife and to the other guests. Charles, would you excuse us?" Without waiting for a reply, he took her by the hand and led her into the living room. Ron quite enjoyed meeting the new girls. It gave him a chance to learn a bit about them. Unlike many of the men who attended his events, he liked to know who he was fucking.
Charles watched Ron lead Rhiannon away. He had a pretty good idea what would happen next. Ron would introduce her to the regulars, letting them know it was her first visit. As a result, she would receive special treatment; which consisted primarily of all the guys doing their best to fuck her. He had already told Ron about Rhiannon's predilections, assuring him that she was the right girl to join in the fun.
Charles recalled his introduction to the Luna Society two years earlier. It was Jean Tremblay who took him to the party. He was introduced to Ron's wife, Gail, a good looking woman in her early thirties. She was all of five feet tall, but had the energy and presence of a diva. Charles was quite taken by her ... literally as it transpired. Gail had introduced him to some of the regulars and had just given him a drink when her husband Ron came over and kissed her. Charles felt a bit awkward. He introduced himself and asked how he knew Jean. As Charles explained how they met, Gail dropped to her knees and unbuckled Charles' pants. "Never mind Gail," Ron said to him nonchalantly, she's just being friendly." Ron continued to chat with him while his wife sucked Charles' cock. He was tremendously distracted and totally unable to carry on a conversation. At a loss for words, he resorted to complimenting her blowjob technique to her husband; a surreal experience to say the least! "Yeah, that's why I married her." She stood up and gave Charles a deep kiss telling him they'd have to fuck later. A couple of other guests had drifted over to watch the event unfold. As he pulled up his pants, Charles made a lame joke about Gail being a most welcome host.
The rest of that evening consisted of him fucking nearly every girl at the party. The best part was that every girl wanted to fuck. It was a sort of initiation, making the new person feel welcome. Charles was not the only new guy that night. Gail told him they liked to have new men fairly frequently and were very picky about whom they invited back. Charles paid close attention to this. Guys with hot and horny girlfriends were near the top of the list, preceded only by hot and horny single girls. Men who could last and play well together were welcome; bores and voyeurs were not.
When he met another of the newcomers that evening, the two men exchanged notes. "If I was doing this, I'd have an equal number of men and women," the man said. Charles considered this and pointed out that one woman could easily satisfy multiple men ... simultaneously, if need be. A quick count suggested that the ratio was nearly three men for every woman. "There are a lot of guys looking pretty worn out," he agreed. Charles, despite his initial enthusiasm, was pretty tired by then, too. Jean had advised him to pace himself and he was glad he followed the suggestion.
Charles returned once more as a single man. On his third visit he decided to invite Alya, a girl with whom he'd spent a few enjoyable evenings. Alya was hardly a girlfriend. In fact, she was infatuated with a guy who pretty much ignored her. She distracted herself by hooking up with men whenever she was frustrated. Charles figured the Luna Society would be an appropriate distraction and might prove a good ticket to get invited back as a regular. His plan worked so well that Alya became a regular. Charles was invited to accompany her whenever he wished, but he ended up being out of town nearly every Friday when the group met. She moved to Toronto a few months later and Charles lost touch with her.
Tonight was the first time he'd attended a Luna event since their winter solstice party. He headed for the kitchen to get a drink. He ran into a few acquaintances along the way and it took nearly half an hour before he had a drink in his hand. It was fun catching up with old friends and lovers. When Gail saw him, she gave him a deep kiss and admonished him for being away so long. "And you brought a friend!" she said, in a whisper loud enough for others to hear. Charles suggested that she get to know her, winking knowingly. Gail licked her lips and smiled. Charles laughed.
Gail left him to attend to a new guest arriving at the door. Charles looked around to see a couple of regulars he knew, but wanted to see how Rhiannon was doing. He headed for the living room.
Katrina spotted him before he saw her. "Hey," she said, sliding under his arm and hugging him. He gave her a lingering kiss in response. "How've you been?" Despite having moved to Montreal when she was eight, she still had a distinct Russian accent. Charles liked that.
He met Katrina at his first society event. He was immediately attracted to her long black hair, good looks, svelte body, and cool demeanor. When he discovered she was a model, Charles suggested they do a shoot. The three hour shoot was followed by a two hour romp in his bed. They got together occasionally, ostensibly to shoot, but it inevitably ended in sex. “I'm good. It's good to see you again. How are you doing?” he said, letting his hand drift down the small of her back and giving her ass a friendly squeeze through her tight jeans.
Katrina was probably the most regular of the regulars. She had been in attendance every time he visited and she always provided him with stories about the events he missed. Katrina was one of the few heterosexual women who attended the events. “I like to be surrounded by men,” she told him once.
“I wish we could get things started,” she said, looking around the room for Ron and Gail. Katrina was impatient like that. Charles was tempted to invite her to go upstairs to one of the bedrooms so he could go one on one with her, but he really wanted to see what happened to Rhiannon first.
Ron lead Rhiannon through the small throng of guests and into the kitchen. As he made small talk with her, he served her a glass of white wine. Moments later, his wife entered the kitchen with a man in his late twenties. Gail introduced him as James. As they shook hands he said “I'm sure my wife will enjoy sucking your dick.” He grinned as the poor man blanched. Beside him, he could hear Rhiannon giggle. “This here is Rhiannon. She might enjoy sucking your dick, too, but I saw her first,” still grinning, he wagged a finger at him. James took her hand and smiled awkwardly. Gail poured him a drink before continuing her tour with him.
“He seemed like a nice enough guy,” Ron told her. “I do like rattling them a bit if I can. Terrible of me, I know, but there you are!”
As they sipped their drinks, he asked her about her work and her studies. He was disappointed to learn she was only visiting for the week, but pleased to discover that she was returning to university in the fall. Ron knew how to pour on the charm and he could tell that the girl was interested in him. He noted how she maintained eye contact, not letting the distractions around the room—or the house itself—get the better of her.
He made it a point to touch her hand and arm whenever the opportunity presented itself. That physical contact made a connection with her and she responded in kind. He smiled, thinking about how nice it would be to see her naked, lying beneath him. There was lots of time for that, though.
As a gracious host, Ron made it a point to introduce her to his other guests, male and female. They would all be enjoying Rhiannon tonight. One of the regulars signaled him that another female guest had arrived. Ron begged her forgiveness for leaving her. He took her hand and leaned in to whisper “I'll see you later,” giving her a knowing look.
“I look forward to that,” she responded with a confident smile. He smiled back. He was looking forward to that, too. He made his way to the door to find the second of the three new girls expected that evening.
Rhiannon was disappointed when Ron left her. His charming humor and good looks left her feeling inexorably drawn to the older man. She looked around for Charles but didn't see him. Another of the regular guests gestured for her to join him and his female companion. She had met them earlier but had quite forgotten their names. The woman looked to be in her late twenties. She had lots of curly dark hair, large brown eyes and a strong Mediterranean nose. He was in his late thirties, tall and fit, but quite balding, though still reasonably good looking.
“Hi,” she said, somewhat nervously as she approached.
“Ron has abandoned you, I see,” said the woman, smiling. “You can sort of expect that, he comes and goes.” She let out a half laugh and added, “or cums and cums again!” Her companion chortled at the bad joke.
“This is your first time, right? Have you been in the scene long?” The man asked Rhiannon.
She was not sure what “scene” meant, but suspected it had to do with orgies or at least swinging or swapping. She wasn't sure if threesomes counted, she'd had a few of those in her life, and this week she had her first gang-bang and her first official train. She thought it best to be conservative. “Not really,” she said, “Charles is sort of breaking me in.”
“Charles,” she said, turning to the man, “he's not a regular is he?” He shook his head and shrugged.
“He told me he's only been here a few times,” Rhiannon replied.
“Oh, I might know him to see him, then” she said. “There are so many men who come to these events, it's hard to remember them all.”
“You both are regulars, right?” They nodded. “What does … how does it work? I mean, what happens? Charles didn't really tell me much and I forgot to ask Ron.”
“Oh, well, once all the guest arrive, Ron and Gail turn down the lights and then … just get comfortable,” the woman answered.
“Take your time and enjoy yourself, that's the most important thing,” the man added.
Just then, another man joined them. He greeted the couple (Jazmin and Andrew!) then introduced himself to Rhiannon as Steven. He was in his early thirties, about an inch shorter than Rhiannon, but with broad shoulders and strong masculine features. She imagined him as the sort who had a trained pit bull. The four of them chatted for a few minutes. Steven, she learned, was another regular. “You relax, honey,” he said when he learned it was Rhiannon's first event, “I'll take care of you.” She smiled.
A few minutes later, the lights went down in the living-room. Someone turned off the overhead lights in the kitchen. Only the accent lights over the counters were lit now. Steven put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the door. They passed through the dinning room into the dimly lit living-room.
Gail was sitting on the couch between two men, deeply engrossed in conversation with one of them. Her hand was sliding up and down his thigh. A couple, whom she had not met, were kissing as they sat on the other couch. Another couple were watching the show; as they spoke in hushed tones, the man ran his hands through her hair. There were five or six men sitting or standing in the room, looking relaxed and eying the women. She saw them looking at her and smiling gently. She felt a bit like prey.
Jazmin and Andrew entered the room and stood beside her. They whispered about the couples and about the men they recognized. Rhiannon tried to listen but she could barely hear them. Gail had was now kissing the man with whom she was conversing. She had undone his pants and had reached inside. The man on her other side was caressing her back. The couple making out were going at passionately, oblivious to the others in the room. He was squeezing her boobs and gradually unbuttoning her blouse. Rhiannon felt flushed.
Steven's hand hand migrated from the small of her back to her hip. He leaned into her from behind and whispered, “Do you like watching other people kiss?” She nodded slowly, feeling a warmth flowing through her. He pulled her closer to him, her ass pressed against his pelvis. She could feel the hardness there. She resisted the urge to push back against him. She didn't want to appear too eager.
She looked to Jazmin and Andrew. Her arms were around his head as they made out. Another man was pressed against her from behind, grinding his hips against her ass. Seeing the other guy, Steven responded by putting both hands on Rhiannon's hips and pulling her firmly against him. She arched her back and rubbed her ass on the hard bulge in his jeans. She tried to time her gyrations to the man who was dry humping Jazmin.
“Your ass feels so tight,” Steven said into her ear, rocking his hips against her.
“It is,” she murmured back.
His hands moved below her skirt, down to her bare thighs. He ran his hands all the way to her knees and then up, lifting the back of her skirt. Her bare ass was now pressed against his jeans. “I like a tight ass,” he said. Rhiannon imagined his cock sliding into her ass as everyone around them watched. She flushed again when she glanced around the room and saw half the men staring at her.
Gail's face was now in the man's lap as she went up and down on his cock. The other man had unbuttoned her blouse and was in the process of pulling down her slacks. The other couple were half naked. He had removed her top completely and his pants were half off as she played with his cock. Beside her, Jazmin's jeans had been pulled down and the man behind her was feeling her up. Jazmin was moaning in response.
Steven's hands had slipped under her top and were making their way to her tits. “Squeeze them,” she thought to herself, “squeeze them hard!” Instead, he teased her. His fingertips slid around her breasts and gently touched her nipples. She knew they were rock hard by the way he tweaked the ends. “Pinch them!” she thought. His hands cupped her small breasts and pulled her back against his chest as he continued to press his bulge against her bare ass.
“You want my cock, honey?” he asked, quietly.
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation. She turned her head so she could hear his reply. She could now see what was happening to Andrew and Jazmin and the other man. Jazmin was on her knees and sucking Andrew's cock. His hands were buried in the dark curls of her hair. The third man was kneeling beside her, still fingering her. Someone had unfastened her bra as it now hung between the open front of her blouse.
“What do you want to do with my cock?” Steven whispered.
She watched Jazmin. “I want to suck it.” He responded by pinching her nipples. “Oh!” Rhiannon moaned. He pinched them harder and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“Listen to me,” he said, “you're going to suck my cock and then you're going to suck his cock and his cock and his cock. Then you're going to suck the cock of every man at this party.” He paused. “Do you hear me.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“What are you going to do?”
“I'm … I'm going to suck your cock and every man at the party,” she stammered. He grabbed her tits and squeezed hard. “Oh!” She wanted to suck every cock there. She wanted to feel every cock inside her. She wanted their cum.
Rhiannon twisted in Steven's grip and half collapsed to the floor. She grabbed his belt for support, then loosened the clasp. Frantically, she pulled down his pants until his cock popped out. She took a breath and started sucking furiously. She jammed his cock deep into her throat until she gagged and her eyes watered.
She felt hands on her ass, squeezing and caressing. Another hand went to her stomach then up to her tits. The hand played with her nipples. She put her own hands on Steven's hips and forced her head hard down on his cock. One of the hands on her ass drifted between her legs. Fingers slipped between her sopping lips and then rubbed her clit. The orgasm felt like a firecracker going off in her soul.
She pulled away from Andrew, coughed and tried to recover. Recomposed, she worked his cock with one hand while the other played with his balls. The hands behind her continued to slid between her slit and her clit while the stranger beside her continued caressing her tits and stomach.
Beside her, Jazmin was standing and kissing Andrew again. Both her hands were on his cock, stroking him. The man behind her had pulled down his pants and was slowly fucking her, holding her hips for support. She looked up at Andrew before bending over and putting his cock into her mouth again.
The hands on her ass were suddenly gone. Now she felt something different; flesh pressed against her. Suddenly, there was something very firm between her legs, pressing upward. A hand reached around the front of her thighs and between her legs. She felt the cock being pushed upward, into her opening. She almost came again as it penetrated her. The man behind her rocked back and forth slowly, sliding in and out.
She was tempted to look over her shoulder to see who it was. Maybe it was Charles. Maybe it was Ron. She resisted the urge, loving the idea that a total stranger was fucking her. She closed her eyes and continued to suck Steven's dick, wondering if he would shoot a load into her hungry mouth. There were two hands on her tits now, but they were not squeezing enough.
After a few minutes, the man behind her pulled out. Rhiannon felt vacant. Steven pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. For a moment she tried to think of when she might have blown a guy at a party without having kissed him first. Steven pushed his cock between her legs as they kissed. She could feel the hard erection pressing up, eager to get inside her. She was wondering if he would spin her around and bend her over and fuck her hard. Instead, he reached behind her ass, bend his knees and guided his cock up and inside her.
As she stood with her legs together, the shorter man kept his feet just outside hers and rocked his hips upward and against her pelvis. The pressure on her clit was almost stimulating enough to make her cum. Never having experienced this position before she smiled at Steven and kissed him deeply. He gripped her hips for balance and leverage and continued rocking. The men around her caressed her back and her legs and her ass, adding to her pleasure.
When Steven was done with her, he pulled out. Rhiannon was about to bend over to clean off his cock with her tongue when another man grabbed her hips. The next thing she knew, she was being taken from behind. When she looked up, she discovered that Jazmin was sucking Steven's cock, cleaning her juice off of it. She then stood up and kissed him. Rhiannon watched helplessly, being pounded hard from behind by another stranger.
Before the lights dimmed, Katrina led Charles to the den downstairs. With some interest, they watched the porno playing on the big monitor. There were a few solo men and one other couple there. Ron came in with his new girl, an older woman with a mane of curly auburn hair. He turned down the lights, signifying it was time for some fun.
Charles wasted no time with Katrina. She wasn't much for kissing, so he nuzzled her neck and squeezed her ass. She didn't need warming up, but he liked to enjoy her body. His hand ran under her t-shirt and over her bare back; she never bothered with a bra. He turned her around and played with her small breasts.
Ron was also busy as he and the new woman made out. The other couple were in the process of tearing off their clothes. The porno had obviously affected them. Charles unbuttoned Katrina's jeans and pushed his hand inside. She was freshly waxed, her pussy as smooth as her belly. He loved running his hands between her breasts and her pussy.
With his free hand, he pulled down his own jeans, letting his cock spring up between her tight ass cheeks. In addition to not liking women, Katrina also didn't like anal play. He would have loved to penetrate that little pink rosebud.
He pushed her jeans down and she stepped out of them. He quickly followed suit and the two of them got down on the carpeted floor. Charles spent a few minutes dipping into her honeypot with his tongue before moving up. Katrina reached for his cock, guiding it inside her. He closed his eyes as he pressed into her slowly. He was intimately familiar with her tight pussy and his cock loved to be inside her. He looked down at her and smiled. “It's been a while.”
She let out a little laugh and smiled back. Lying beneath him like that, she looked beautiful. He thrust slowly at first, then build up speed. He knew Katrina liked it fast and hard so he worked up to it. No man could go long enough and hard enough for her, however. That's why she enjoyed gang-bangs so much.
Charles did not really like fucking Katrina. Their first few times together were terrific, he had to admit, but it was mostly due to the novelty of being with a new woman (and a new woman who was a true nymphomaniac). The problem was that she lacked passion and was all but unresponsive during lovemaking. Charles did everything he could to get her to cry out or even moan, but the most he ever got from her was something akin to a soft whimper. As much as she loved getting fucked, she was not much for fucking. Any time Charles put her in cowgirl, she rocked back and forth with no passion or desire. It was pretty much up to him to do all the work.
She was his friend, however, so he overlooked these faults and made the most of their time together, socially and physically.
When Charles put her on her knees to take her doggy style, one of the solo men approached her from the front. Katrina dutifully reached out for his cock and pulled it toward her mouth. A few moments later, another man moved in beside him, his cock ready to go, and reached beneath to fondle her breasts.
When Charles pulled out for a break, the man getting a blow-job moved in to take over while Katrina proceeded to suck off the other man. Charles watched her. With her good looks and tight little body, she would make a marvelous porn star if she could turn on the passion.
The couple he noted earlier had now been joined by a third man. She lay on the couch, one man pumping in and out between her legs while the other fed his cock into her mouth. Ron's woman was naked as he took her doggy style. He pulled out and gave her his cock to lick.
Charles seized the opportunity and mounted the woman from behind, sliding in where his host had so recently left. She was wet and warm, “Just the way I like them,” he thought. Ron gave Charles a smile and a “Not bad” look toward the woman. He half expected him to raise one hand for a “high five.” Charles reached down to cradle the woman's heavy breasts and tweak her nipples.
Ron got up and gave the woman a kiss before moving toward the other couple. Whether to watch the action or participate, Charles didn't notice. He was tired of being on his knees and suggested to his new partner they change position. She rolled onto her back. Her pubic hair was long, but neatly trimmed around the edges. It was a distinct contrast to Katrina's smooth pubes. He slid back in and continued fucking her.
Charles finally got a good look at the woman. She was in her late thirties with wrinkles around her eyes and at the corners of her soft mouth. She was still a handsome woman, though. Charles was sure she laughed a lot. While she was a bit overweight, she was well proportioned. Her breasts were large and soft; they jiggled nicely as he fucked her.
“I'm Charles, by the way,” he said formally. “It's certainly a pleasure to meet you.”
“It's a pleasure to meet you too, Charles.” She answered as casually as if they were at a business meeting. “I'm Danielle.”
“Enchanté,” he responded, smiling. As he continued to thrust, he looked thoughtful. “Danielle,” he said.
“Yes?”
“You have a very nice pussy.”
“Why thank you, Charles.”
After a moment, she spoke, “Charles?”
“Mmm?”
“I must say that you have a very nice penis.”
“Thank you, Danielle.”
She looked thoughtful. “It's very hard, isn't it?”
“Why yes,” he pondered, “you are quite right.”
“I thought so!” she said, delight in her voice. The two of them laughed. Charles closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his cock moving in and out of her pussy. Her hands were drifting over his back and hips, dragging her nails over his skin as he moved above her.
“Danielle?” he said.
“Yes, Charles?”
“I know we've only just met, but would you …” he drifted off. “I hope you don't think this too forward of me, but would you mind if I gave you a little kiss?”
She pursed her lips and turned her eyes to the side thoughtfully. “Well,” she started, “you do seem like a gentleman. I suppose a small kiss would be acceptable. So long as you tell no one!” she added. “It must be our little secret.”
“I promise” Charles said, trying desperately to think of the word that meant he would defend her honor. He damned himself for not having read more Jane Austin. He leaned in slowly and pressed his mouth against her full lips.
Her mouth opened softly, inviting him to explore inside. His tongue dipped in running the tip over her straight teeth and then between them. His tongue caressed her pallet. She responded by sensuously licking the bottom of his tongue. When he withdrew, her tongue followed his. He pulled her deep into his own mouth and sucked gently. She seemed to throb in response.
Charles put his weight on his elbows so he could put one hand at the back of her head and the other on her cheek. She was now holding his head in both her hands and they continued to kiss, their tongues sliding back and forth between their lips. Charles slowed his thrusts, making each one deep and meaningful.
He was no longer fucking Danielle, but making passionate love to her. He treated each thrust as if it were his last. He tried to push his body deep into hers, trying to unite with her. She had drawn up her legs, opening herself as much as she could. One hand was tangled in her hair while the other stroked her cheek tenderly.
He pulled away from her face, but she pulled his head back to her hers and their lips met again in another long, drawn out kiss. Her hands were on his face now, touch him, trying to see him with her hands. He put a hand on hers and pulled away to look at her. It was then he noticed the ring. “You're married?”
“Yes,” she said with a nod. “But right now I'm married to you,” she added. She pulled him down and kissed him even harder than before.
He pulled away from her again. Before she could pull him back, he pressed his lips to her ear. “You feel so good,” he whispered as he caught his breath. He enjoyed the company of married women. “I love fucking you.”
“I love how you fuck me,” she whispered back. “I love when you go so deep. I want you all the way inside me.”
He sucked her earlobe, thankful that she was not wearing jewelry. He was going a bit faster now. “I just want to keep fucking you.” She squeezed him with her arms and legs. “You make my cock feel so good … so fucking good.”
“I just want you to fuck me,” she murmured. “I don't care who sees us.”
“You want me to fuck you in the middle of St. Catherine's street?”
“Yes. The corner of St. Catherine and Peel. I want everyone to see you fucking me.”
Charles was even more turned on then before. “Open your mouth,” he told her. She opened her mouth and he let a dollop of saliva ooze onto her tongue. She looked him right in the eye as she swallowed it. Then she licked her lips and opened her mouth again. He smiled and spit into her mouth once more. The moment she swallowed, he pressed his lips to hers once again and they kissed.
“Do you want my ass?” she asked when he slowed down. He smiled and nodded. “We need some lube.” Charles looked around and spotted a tube beside the threesome on the couch. He climbed up, leaving Danielle for five seconds, and grabbed the tube. He slid back into her and she let out a big sigh. “Oh. I missed you while you were gone.” He grinned in response.
“So, you want my cock up your ass, eh?” It was her turn to grin. “How do you want it?” She grabbed her knees and tried to lift her hips. Charles had to pull out to let her. He applied the lubricant to his fingertips and gently massaged her anus. His first finger went inside easily. This was not her first time doing anal.
He played with her a bit before inserting the second finger. Meanwhile, he used his free hand to pinch her nipples and squeeze her breasts. Once he had a third finger inside, he applied some lube to the tip of his cock. His fingers came out and he pressed his cock head to her anus. It took little effort to work himself inside, she was plenty tight. He slid in a bit, then out, then a bit deeper. When he was balls deep, he paused and looked down at her. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her.
Charles slowly worked his cock in and out of her ass, enjoying the squeezing sensation she provided him there. “Let me feel you tighten your ass,” he said.
“Like this?” she asked as she squeezed.
“Yeah.” He pulled out a bit. “Do it again.” She complied. “Now pump your ass so you're squeezing open and shut, open and shut.” As she did this, Charles moved slowly in and out. “Oh, yeah, that's good.” He picked up the pace.
Danielle pulled her legs up until her knees were at her armpits. She was practically folded in half. The position enabled him to get all the way in. He pressed down to kiss her, but the angle was such that their lips could only meet with some effort. She opened her mouth. He obliged her by spitting into her mouth once more. She smiled as she swallowed.
Charles rocked back and pulled her legs down. He could not go as deeply now, but he was able to get close enough to her face to kiss her again. Their tongues reacquainted themselves for a bit before Charles pulled away and whispered in her ear. “If we don't start fucking other people, we're going to get in trouble.”
“Oh, right,” she laughed quietly, “I forgot there were other people here.” She kissed him again, lightly this time and said, “You don't mind if I fuck other men?”
“As your husband, I insist you fuck every man you can tonight.”
“Do you want to fuck again later?”
“Sure.”
“I want to suck your cock.” She paused for a moment and added, “You can cum inside me, too, if you want.”
He had planned to cum inside Rhiannon, but Danielle's offer was tempting. “We'll see. If I can make it, sure.” He slowly pulled his hips back, his cock easing out of her ass. “Ugh, I hate leaving your ass.” She smiled and squeezed.
Katrina had three men working on her. The other woman had two more. “I better go to the toilet before I do anything else,” Danielle said. Charles pointed her in the right direction and she dashed off. He had to get to the toilet also, but didn't want to go with her. That didn't seem right, especially after hogging her all to himself for the last while.
He put on his shirt and boxers and wandered upstairs.
Ron had enjoyed his brief time with Danielle. Generally speaking, he enjoyed older women more than younger women. A woman with experience knew what she wanted and could give as good as she could receive. Younger women held a different appeal to him. He liked the feel of a tight young body beneath his, but the idea of screwing a woman half his age felt like an accomplishment; a victory over younger rivals. He went in search of the other two girls: the dark haired Marilyn and the younger Rhiannon.
The action was in full swing in the living-room. His wife was blowing one of the new guys as a regular took her from behind. Jazmin was sucking off Steven while a second man prepared to take her from behind as well. Young Rhiannon, her skirt up around her hips, was standing up and getting fucked as she bent over.
Before any of the other men could move in, Ron strode across the room and positioned his cock in front of her face. Without hesitation, she reached up and grabbed it, pulling it toward her mouth. She clung to his balls as she sucked him. She was so lost in the moment that he was sure she had no idea who he was.
When the man taking her from the rear stopped, Ron pulled his cock from her mouth. She looked up then and recognized him. She smiled with delight and leaned up to kiss him. “I was looking for you before,” she said. Ron pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Her small tongue slid between his lips and he sucked gently.
Rhiannon stood on her toes and lifted her skirt so she could guide his cock between her legs. He liked how she took initiative that way. His cock was pressed up against her warm, wet opening. If he bent his knees, he could imagine slipping into her. Taking her head in his hands, he pulled his face away from hers. “Are you enjoying yourself, Rhiannon?”
She smiled sweetly. “Now I am,” she said. He kissed her again, reaching down to squeeze her ass. She moaned into his mouth. “I want you inside me,” she said, their lips still touching. Ron found the buttons to her skirt and undid them. The fabric fell away from her ass, but clung between them in front. There were a couple of men standing near them, eager to join in the fun with Rhiannon. Ron wanted a few minutes for himself with the young lady. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the dinning room was vacant.
"Time for supper," he told her.
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