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I just found this story that an girlfriend from Lit and I worked on about a year ago and then never completed. I reread it and decided that I like to finish it or turn it into something bigger.
But what was really fun the first time around was exchanging ideas and fantasies as we built the story line. We had a lot of fun PM-ing about just what came next and sharing some fantasies as we did it
So what I am looking for is another WOMAN to work on this interactively with me. Please PM me if you are interested.
Emily had dressed just as I asked. It was the kind of outfit that you wore to impress that new boss or the man interviewing you for the new job. It was a professional outfit, yet it seemed to say to any man who cared to listen, “if you play your cards right, you can bed me.” The skirt was white and short, well above the knee. Below it, Emily’s pantyhose framed her shapely legs, which were tipped with white pumps, with a little brown pattern on them. Above it was a striped silk blouse, white and a conservative yellow alternating. When the sunlight fell on Emily’s white skirt from the big window in the room, I could tell that she had done as I asked and had not worn any panties.
Apart from that, Emily looked the image of the clean and fresh American professional woman that she was on the West Coast. But here, 3,000 miles away in my little Virginian college town, I had promised to make her into someone else, someone a little less level headed and demure, a little crazier.
She had arrived the night before, but I hadn’t seen her until now. I had let her rest up for her big celebration; the ceremony at which she would be both guest of honor and the main entertainment. Now we sat and drank a little coffee in the lobby of the hotel. I had my usual double Expresso. Emily had something ladylike, I don’t remember what . Perhaps a cappuccino.
It was one of those elephant-in-the-room moments. We both had our minds on the night’s adventures-yet-to-come. Yet we made small talk. It could not go on. Fifteen minutes – twenty at the most – and Emily would begin opening up to wonderful new experiences. Slowly, our talk changed to what was going to happen to Emily that night. I wouldn’t tell her the details, of course, I just talked in generalities. But the atmosphere was changing. Emily’s breathing was quickening. Her breasts were rising and falling faster now under her blouse. As if to relieve herself, she unbuttoned an extra button
Now as we talked, I put my hand under the table and onto Emily’s leg. It was just the beginning of the sweet turmoil through that Emily would experience tonight. I massaged her leg just under her skirt and looked into her eyes. I could tell she was responding to the touch and at any other time I would have led Emily to some never used room in the hotel and made love to her. But tonight was to be so more than just a grope in a store room.
Then the silly little bell on my PDA rang.
Chapter Two The Walk
It was time. I let my hand slide and offered it to Emily as we both stood up. She took it. We walked hand in hand down several corridors to an older part of the building. Civil War officers had often taken their ladies there for secret trysts and there was an air – an air of sexuality – that pervaded the whole place. The decoration changed to, from the straight lines of modern design with which Emily must have been so familiar from her West Coast home to the curves and flows of an older era. The hotel had been kept up beautifully and it seemed to have been invented for solely for our purpose of the night.
Our promenade to the historic wing seemed to take hours, but was probably a walk of just three minutes or so. Emily seemed a little nervous. When we reached the heavy double doors that would open up a whole new world of sensuality to us, I released Emily’s hand, but then pulled her to me and gave her a kiss which was at once to be reassuring (she should trust me, she would be safe) and sexual (I wanted her to feel my hardness, as I clutched her to me.)
And then I swung the door open
Chapter Three The Room and the People
The hotel had arranged everything the way I had asked. In the middle of the room, was the bed that would be our stage. It was king-size a least and dressed in the most luxurious way possible. White satin sheets could be seen poking out from the thin white blanket. The head rest was festooned with cushions that added color to the whole.
The wallpaper was a little less fancy here than in the rest of the old wing of the hotel; the chandelier a little less 19th Century. The bulbs seemed to be halogen or some new solid state technology. The light was subtle enough to preserved the sensuality that was so essential to this occasion. Yet it was bight enough to make sure that everyone in the room could see what was going on.
The chairs that circled the bed were also designed with that purpose in mind. They were a little higher than average chairs and the people sitting in them would get a clear view of anything that Emily and her partners of tonight cared to do. Leaning forward a bit perhaps, they would be able to catch every throb of Emily’s body and here every word of her and her partners.
On the chairs were the people I had invited; six of them. There was an older couple, a biology professor and his wife from the university. Professor Sol Cohen had been a sexual explorer for much longer than I had known him. Oh, the stories he could tell; and did. What was different to night was that he wore a casual Brooks Brother’s suit rather than his normal jeans. I had requested that all the attendees dress formally for the occasion. Sol had brought his pretty wife – a woman in her 40s – and she too had dress to please. Today, Michelle wore her long blonde hair pulled back and her slim 5’ 4” body was covered by a pretty sleeveless black and white dress. She carried a little black bag (of which more later) and that went ever so nicely with her black pumps.
The other couple there were younger. In there thirties. Brad had been a graduate student at the local university when I got to know him, but had long since gone on to great things at an investment bank in New York City. He wore a blue blazer and khaki’s, the uniform of his sort when they are off duty. His fiancé, Liz, looked like she had just come from a business meeting of some kind. (It turned out that she had.) She wore a little grey skirt and white blouse. A simple black belt flowed through the loops on the skirt. However, what might have been the most conservative of uniforms was transformed by the fact that both skirt and blouse were just a little too tight.
There were two other people in the room too. I had brought my own wife Cindy, who was wearing the little red business suit that she wore when she taught. (It turned me on and I was sure it did her students, I often fantasized about her and some 20 year old making love on the big antique desk that adorned her room.)
The final member of the crew was Jeremy, who was different in almost every way from everyone else in the room. He was an English import and his beautiful accent betrayed the exclusive schools to which his parents had sent him. He was also the only black man in the room, hi great grandparents having come to the U.K. from the Caribbean as part of some colonial machinations many decades earlier. When he was in his 20s he had reversed his ancestors’ eastward journey and had immigrated to the U.S.
Jeremy was different from the rest of us in other ways too. We all tried to keep ourselves slim an trim. Jeremy excelled at it. He worked out every day and one didn’t have to look too hard to see the signs of his muscles bulging through his clothes. And today, his clothes were also made him different from the rest of us, for he was wearing a tuxedo; the complete works that is, white striped shirt, bow tie, cummerbund. The fact that this was a white tuxedo gave him a rather spectacular appearance. I had heard from several women (including my own wife) that Jeremy was a gentle and experienced lover and he seemed exceptionally well suited to the task I had assigned to him tonight.
I had charged everybody there $3,000 for the privilege of being there, except my wife, of course. I even made Jeremy pay. They could all well afford it, of course. Much of the money had gone on the room and the food; the plates of dark chocolate-covered strawberries. And the bottles of old Bordeaux. They were all spice for the delicious feast that was to follow.
I did not introduce Emily to any of these people. She would meet some of them intimately in the next couple of hours. I simply led her into the room, to the bed and then told her to lie on it, which she did. “Relax, Emily” I said, “These people love you.” It was a statement designed to set the tone, not a statement of fact.”
Now, Emily’s stretches her slim body, letting the tension flow out. She breaths I and out a few times. The evening is beginning. Slowly, I roll up Emily’s skirt, revealing at first just her luscious legs, and then her bush. I could not resist it. I fondled her just ever so slightly down there, letting my fingers enter her briefly. Then I could feel Emily’s excitement, because as two of my long fingers entered Emily’s pussy, Emily moved her hips up to meet them.
Then I retreated and looked towards my audience. At my signal, Michelle stood up slowly and opened up that bag. She took out a little feminine safety razor and the tiniest tube of shaving cream and advanced toward the bed where Emily lay.
Four A Close Shave
Michelle carried it off perfectly. Her waltz towards Emily was slow and deliberate telling the audience that Michelle was about to perform a ceremony of worship to the young woman’s body. Meanwhile, Emily stretched her long legs, enjoying the attention of her audience and instinctively positioning herself where the men and women gathered in front of her could get the best view of her delicious little puss.
Michelle’s task was to shave Emily, but like me she couldn’t resist touching Emily’s body. Michelle’s had barely grazed Emily’s public mound, but it was enough to make Emily moan just a little. And now Michelle began to spread cream on Emily, rubbing it in slightly, but making sure that none of it went under Emily’s folds where it would sting. The gentle massaging that Michelle was giving Emily extended to the shaving itself. Michelle was careful to make sure that she didn’t press to hard or go over the same area too much.
Emily was in ecstasy and her mood was being transferred to the audience. Indeed, the men and women looking on were having a double helping of pleasure. As Michelle had carried out her shaving, she had let her own dress ride up revealing that she wore no panties, so the audience were now being treated to the beautiful site of Michelle’s beautiful bare behind as it bobbed up and down as she continued to shave Emily’s public mound. It was all too much for poor Sol, who had taken his cock out and had begun playing with himself as he watched his wife play with this sensual young woman’s body.
When the shaving had begun, Emily had made a mental note to herself that the shaving cream was nothing familiar. When she looked more closely, she realized that this was a concoction that she had seen for sale at sex stores when she was in Europe; it was edible shaving cream. And Michelle took full advantage of the opportunity.
“Oh Emily,” Michelle said with the biggest glint in her eye, “I think I will have to clean you up. She had hardly finished her sentence, when Michelle’s tongue began to tease Emily’s soft pubic area. First it circled her slit as if in a dance of love and then Michelle began to move up and down on the slit in an accelerating linear motion. Now Emily reached down and began to rub near her swelling clit. Michelle let Emily control the action, but moved her tongue closer to Emily’s hard little knob, which Emily first covered and then unmasked to get the most pleasure from Michelle’s licking. Michelle could taste Emily’s juices and everyone in the audience could see them leaking out Emily’s hole.
It was too much for Emily and she gave in completely. She screamed with joy as the first of her releases came and the excitement was so much more than just excitement because she knew that perfect strangers were watching her come. In her wonderful agony, she pulled Michelle down on top of her and Michelle moved upwards so that Emily and she could kiss. The liss lingered and Emily could taste her own cum on Michelle’s breath. Eventually, Michelle pulled herself away from Emily and returned to her seat and Emily closed her eyes and stretched knowing that this was only the beginning. Her pretty cunt was entirely shaved and naked now and everyone in the audience could see her slit, but mostly she was still clothed. Nor had she had a man’s cum in her yet that night; and she remembered that she had not taken her birth control pill. The thought both thrilled and terrified her.
When Emily arose from these reveries, Michelle had returned to her seat, or – to be more accurate – to her husband’s seat. Michelle was sitting on Sol’s lap. Michelle’s dress had falling back into place, but Emily remembered that Sol had had his cock out and Michelle had no panties on. Those little movements up and down. Emily realized that this middle aged couple were fucking while they watched the festivities.
But Emily did not have much time to think about any of this. As she looked up, she also saw that Jeremy was unzipping the pants of his Tux and was taking out his “little monster.” (Emily had heard other woman who had slept with Jeremy call it that.) “Hang on dear,” said Jeremy in his nice English accent, “ I have a present for you.
Chapter Five Mouth, Cock and Interlude
Emily, thought Jeremy’s cock was perfect. It was long. Long enough to
It was big, but not in a vulgar exaggerated John Holmes sort of way. Swollen up the way it was now, it was probably no more than 8 inches long, but very thick around. The kind of cock that fills you up. The kind of cock that rubs you in just the right places at just the right time. And Jeremy was just the right person to fill you and rub. Or at least, that’s what Emily was thinking as Jeremy advanced on her.
Jeremy’s virility almost shone from him. The big cock was only part of the story. His body was hard and muscular; Emily could see his muscles ripplying under his shirt. And he came to her with the utmost confidence in everything he did. He dropped his pants and tossed them away casually but firmly. And then his boxers too. Now Emily could see the glory of his entire genital area. Not just the big black uncircumcised cock, but the huge balls, already bloated with sperm.
. . . and so I grabbed Liz and brought her face close to mine and kissed her. She didn’t resist and soon are tongues were meeting and playing little games. Now I reached out my hand and started playing with Liz’s breasts, which her tight top did so much to emphasize. Her husband, looked surprised and first and then joined in the game. As I kissed his charming young wife, his hand had drifted under Liz’s skirt . . .
Emily remembered then that she had done as I had asked and removed all of her birth control protection and she began to fantasize that this wonderful black lover that would soon be hers would impregnate her at first penetration.
“Come here love,” Jeremy said, in that enticing English accent, “we are going to perform for these good people.” The accent was on the word perform and Emily suddenly felt a surge of excitement rush through her body as she realized all these other people – people she had never met before tonight -- would be watching Jeremy and her as they fucked.
She was very wet now and could feel her nipples pebbling. And then, suddenly, she forgot the others, there was, for her, only Jeremy in the room. And Emily opened her mouth to take in that beautiful black cock . . .
. . . not surprisingly, Emily was not the only one that was excited by all of this. And while Emily and Jeremy were entwining their bodies, were all surprised by a loud gasp, a yell really that traveled across the room. It was Michelle, who had continued to sit on her husband’s lap, and grind her pussy into his cock. Like many older men he had a lot of self control and he and his wife had now been fucking for ten minutes, unnoticed as the main action went on on the couch in front of them.
But it had all been too much for Michelle and she had finally exploded. She had that glazed look that always came over a well-fucked woman. As she pulled off her husband, however, it became apparent that he still had more to give. The old goat’s cock was amazingly hard and shiny with a mixture of his and Michelle’s cum. My wife Cindy, whispered something in Sol’s ear and then took his hand and led him to back of the room. The thought that my pretty wife would soon have Sol’s cock inside her, excited me wildly . . .
. . . Meanwhile, Emily was feasting on Jeremy’s cock. He had entered her mouth and held her head ever so gently moving it in and out slowly at first. But his thrusts were getting deeper now, moving closer and closer to back of Emily’s throat. Emily could feel the throbbing in Jeremy’s cock and with drew her head to ensure that he didn’t cum right there and then. His release would be soon, but not now.
Then Emily licked him up and down his shaft twice and began to play with his balls with her tongue. She loved the salty taste that she was now lapping up from his cock and balls. Empowered by the obvious fact that she was pleasing this powerful young man so much, she pulled back, dropping his genitals entirely. Now she removed her blouse and bra, guessing that the sight of her firm breasts and hardened nipples would drive Jeremy to new heights of passion.
And it did. Jeremy almost forced his cock into Emily’s mouth now and moved it in and out as before. But much faster this time. I had stopped kissing Liz and both me and her husband Brad, were playing with her gently, under her skirt. The three of us were transfixed and so was Michelle despite the fact that she had only just cum. Only Sol and my wife were no longer watching Jeremy and Emily. When I glanced around, I saw Cindy. She had removed her suit jacket, which was now on the floor. She had hitched up her skirt, pulled down her panties and Sol was fucking her from behind.
The excitement of seeing my wife made love to in this way barely detracted me from watching Jeremy and Emily. Jeremy was clearly reaching his climax and suddenly with a gasp he pulled his huge cock out of Emily and pumped out his sperm in a gush that seemed like it would never end. Much of it caught Emily and we were close enough to see the sperm on her breasts and the little cum stains on her pretty white skirt.
Emily was too excited to stop now. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then her pumps came off and then her panties. She was delightfully naked now, her upper half covered in potent sperm, her bottom half wiggling in way that gave us all delightful views of her naked pussy.
It was easy to see she wanted badly to be fucked. But it was not going to be Jeremy who was to be the first to put his seed in her pussy today. Instead, Brad and I exchanged glances, left our fingering of Liz and together advanced on Emily.
But what was really fun the first time around was exchanging ideas and fantasies as we built the story line. We had a lot of fun PM-ing about just what came next and sharing some fantasies as we did it
So what I am looking for is another WOMAN to work on this interactively with me. Please PM me if you are interested.
Emily had dressed just as I asked. It was the kind of outfit that you wore to impress that new boss or the man interviewing you for the new job. It was a professional outfit, yet it seemed to say to any man who cared to listen, “if you play your cards right, you can bed me.” The skirt was white and short, well above the knee. Below it, Emily’s pantyhose framed her shapely legs, which were tipped with white pumps, with a little brown pattern on them. Above it was a striped silk blouse, white and a conservative yellow alternating. When the sunlight fell on Emily’s white skirt from the big window in the room, I could tell that she had done as I asked and had not worn any panties.
Apart from that, Emily looked the image of the clean and fresh American professional woman that she was on the West Coast. But here, 3,000 miles away in my little Virginian college town, I had promised to make her into someone else, someone a little less level headed and demure, a little crazier.
She had arrived the night before, but I hadn’t seen her until now. I had let her rest up for her big celebration; the ceremony at which she would be both guest of honor and the main entertainment. Now we sat and drank a little coffee in the lobby of the hotel. I had my usual double Expresso. Emily had something ladylike, I don’t remember what . Perhaps a cappuccino.
It was one of those elephant-in-the-room moments. We both had our minds on the night’s adventures-yet-to-come. Yet we made small talk. It could not go on. Fifteen minutes – twenty at the most – and Emily would begin opening up to wonderful new experiences. Slowly, our talk changed to what was going to happen to Emily that night. I wouldn’t tell her the details, of course, I just talked in generalities. But the atmosphere was changing. Emily’s breathing was quickening. Her breasts were rising and falling faster now under her blouse. As if to relieve herself, she unbuttoned an extra button
Now as we talked, I put my hand under the table and onto Emily’s leg. It was just the beginning of the sweet turmoil through that Emily would experience tonight. I massaged her leg just under her skirt and looked into her eyes. I could tell she was responding to the touch and at any other time I would have led Emily to some never used room in the hotel and made love to her. But tonight was to be so more than just a grope in a store room.
Then the silly little bell on my PDA rang.
Chapter Two The Walk
It was time. I let my hand slide and offered it to Emily as we both stood up. She took it. We walked hand in hand down several corridors to an older part of the building. Civil War officers had often taken their ladies there for secret trysts and there was an air – an air of sexuality – that pervaded the whole place. The decoration changed to, from the straight lines of modern design with which Emily must have been so familiar from her West Coast home to the curves and flows of an older era. The hotel had been kept up beautifully and it seemed to have been invented for solely for our purpose of the night.
Our promenade to the historic wing seemed to take hours, but was probably a walk of just three minutes or so. Emily seemed a little nervous. When we reached the heavy double doors that would open up a whole new world of sensuality to us, I released Emily’s hand, but then pulled her to me and gave her a kiss which was at once to be reassuring (she should trust me, she would be safe) and sexual (I wanted her to feel my hardness, as I clutched her to me.)
And then I swung the door open
Chapter Three The Room and the People
The hotel had arranged everything the way I had asked. In the middle of the room, was the bed that would be our stage. It was king-size a least and dressed in the most luxurious way possible. White satin sheets could be seen poking out from the thin white blanket. The head rest was festooned with cushions that added color to the whole.
The wallpaper was a little less fancy here than in the rest of the old wing of the hotel; the chandelier a little less 19th Century. The bulbs seemed to be halogen or some new solid state technology. The light was subtle enough to preserved the sensuality that was so essential to this occasion. Yet it was bight enough to make sure that everyone in the room could see what was going on.
The chairs that circled the bed were also designed with that purpose in mind. They were a little higher than average chairs and the people sitting in them would get a clear view of anything that Emily and her partners of tonight cared to do. Leaning forward a bit perhaps, they would be able to catch every throb of Emily’s body and here every word of her and her partners.
On the chairs were the people I had invited; six of them. There was an older couple, a biology professor and his wife from the university. Professor Sol Cohen had been a sexual explorer for much longer than I had known him. Oh, the stories he could tell; and did. What was different to night was that he wore a casual Brooks Brother’s suit rather than his normal jeans. I had requested that all the attendees dress formally for the occasion. Sol had brought his pretty wife – a woman in her 40s – and she too had dress to please. Today, Michelle wore her long blonde hair pulled back and her slim 5’ 4” body was covered by a pretty sleeveless black and white dress. She carried a little black bag (of which more later) and that went ever so nicely with her black pumps.
The other couple there were younger. In there thirties. Brad had been a graduate student at the local university when I got to know him, but had long since gone on to great things at an investment bank in New York City. He wore a blue blazer and khaki’s, the uniform of his sort when they are off duty. His fiancé, Liz, looked like she had just come from a business meeting of some kind. (It turned out that she had.) She wore a little grey skirt and white blouse. A simple black belt flowed through the loops on the skirt. However, what might have been the most conservative of uniforms was transformed by the fact that both skirt and blouse were just a little too tight.
There were two other people in the room too. I had brought my own wife Cindy, who was wearing the little red business suit that she wore when she taught. (It turned me on and I was sure it did her students, I often fantasized about her and some 20 year old making love on the big antique desk that adorned her room.)
The final member of the crew was Jeremy, who was different in almost every way from everyone else in the room. He was an English import and his beautiful accent betrayed the exclusive schools to which his parents had sent him. He was also the only black man in the room, hi great grandparents having come to the U.K. from the Caribbean as part of some colonial machinations many decades earlier. When he was in his 20s he had reversed his ancestors’ eastward journey and had immigrated to the U.S.
Jeremy was different from the rest of us in other ways too. We all tried to keep ourselves slim an trim. Jeremy excelled at it. He worked out every day and one didn’t have to look too hard to see the signs of his muscles bulging through his clothes. And today, his clothes were also made him different from the rest of us, for he was wearing a tuxedo; the complete works that is, white striped shirt, bow tie, cummerbund. The fact that this was a white tuxedo gave him a rather spectacular appearance. I had heard from several women (including my own wife) that Jeremy was a gentle and experienced lover and he seemed exceptionally well suited to the task I had assigned to him tonight.
I had charged everybody there $3,000 for the privilege of being there, except my wife, of course. I even made Jeremy pay. They could all well afford it, of course. Much of the money had gone on the room and the food; the plates of dark chocolate-covered strawberries. And the bottles of old Bordeaux. They were all spice for the delicious feast that was to follow.
I did not introduce Emily to any of these people. She would meet some of them intimately in the next couple of hours. I simply led her into the room, to the bed and then told her to lie on it, which she did. “Relax, Emily” I said, “These people love you.” It was a statement designed to set the tone, not a statement of fact.”
Now, Emily’s stretches her slim body, letting the tension flow out. She breaths I and out a few times. The evening is beginning. Slowly, I roll up Emily’s skirt, revealing at first just her luscious legs, and then her bush. I could not resist it. I fondled her just ever so slightly down there, letting my fingers enter her briefly. Then I could feel Emily’s excitement, because as two of my long fingers entered Emily’s pussy, Emily moved her hips up to meet them.
Then I retreated and looked towards my audience. At my signal, Michelle stood up slowly and opened up that bag. She took out a little feminine safety razor and the tiniest tube of shaving cream and advanced toward the bed where Emily lay.
Four A Close Shave
Michelle carried it off perfectly. Her waltz towards Emily was slow and deliberate telling the audience that Michelle was about to perform a ceremony of worship to the young woman’s body. Meanwhile, Emily stretched her long legs, enjoying the attention of her audience and instinctively positioning herself where the men and women gathered in front of her could get the best view of her delicious little puss.
Michelle’s task was to shave Emily, but like me she couldn’t resist touching Emily’s body. Michelle’s had barely grazed Emily’s public mound, but it was enough to make Emily moan just a little. And now Michelle began to spread cream on Emily, rubbing it in slightly, but making sure that none of it went under Emily’s folds where it would sting. The gentle massaging that Michelle was giving Emily extended to the shaving itself. Michelle was careful to make sure that she didn’t press to hard or go over the same area too much.
Emily was in ecstasy and her mood was being transferred to the audience. Indeed, the men and women looking on were having a double helping of pleasure. As Michelle had carried out her shaving, she had let her own dress ride up revealing that she wore no panties, so the audience were now being treated to the beautiful site of Michelle’s beautiful bare behind as it bobbed up and down as she continued to shave Emily’s public mound. It was all too much for poor Sol, who had taken his cock out and had begun playing with himself as he watched his wife play with this sensual young woman’s body.
When the shaving had begun, Emily had made a mental note to herself that the shaving cream was nothing familiar. When she looked more closely, she realized that this was a concoction that she had seen for sale at sex stores when she was in Europe; it was edible shaving cream. And Michelle took full advantage of the opportunity.
“Oh Emily,” Michelle said with the biggest glint in her eye, “I think I will have to clean you up. She had hardly finished her sentence, when Michelle’s tongue began to tease Emily’s soft pubic area. First it circled her slit as if in a dance of love and then Michelle began to move up and down on the slit in an accelerating linear motion. Now Emily reached down and began to rub near her swelling clit. Michelle let Emily control the action, but moved her tongue closer to Emily’s hard little knob, which Emily first covered and then unmasked to get the most pleasure from Michelle’s licking. Michelle could taste Emily’s juices and everyone in the audience could see them leaking out Emily’s hole.
It was too much for Emily and she gave in completely. She screamed with joy as the first of her releases came and the excitement was so much more than just excitement because she knew that perfect strangers were watching her come. In her wonderful agony, she pulled Michelle down on top of her and Michelle moved upwards so that Emily and she could kiss. The liss lingered and Emily could taste her own cum on Michelle’s breath. Eventually, Michelle pulled herself away from Emily and returned to her seat and Emily closed her eyes and stretched knowing that this was only the beginning. Her pretty cunt was entirely shaved and naked now and everyone in the audience could see her slit, but mostly she was still clothed. Nor had she had a man’s cum in her yet that night; and she remembered that she had not taken her birth control pill. The thought both thrilled and terrified her.
When Emily arose from these reveries, Michelle had returned to her seat, or – to be more accurate – to her husband’s seat. Michelle was sitting on Sol’s lap. Michelle’s dress had falling back into place, but Emily remembered that Sol had had his cock out and Michelle had no panties on. Those little movements up and down. Emily realized that this middle aged couple were fucking while they watched the festivities.
But Emily did not have much time to think about any of this. As she looked up, she also saw that Jeremy was unzipping the pants of his Tux and was taking out his “little monster.” (Emily had heard other woman who had slept with Jeremy call it that.) “Hang on dear,” said Jeremy in his nice English accent, “ I have a present for you.
Chapter Five Mouth, Cock and Interlude
Emily, thought Jeremy’s cock was perfect. It was long. Long enough to
It was big, but not in a vulgar exaggerated John Holmes sort of way. Swollen up the way it was now, it was probably no more than 8 inches long, but very thick around. The kind of cock that fills you up. The kind of cock that rubs you in just the right places at just the right time. And Jeremy was just the right person to fill you and rub. Or at least, that’s what Emily was thinking as Jeremy advanced on her.
Jeremy’s virility almost shone from him. The big cock was only part of the story. His body was hard and muscular; Emily could see his muscles ripplying under his shirt. And he came to her with the utmost confidence in everything he did. He dropped his pants and tossed them away casually but firmly. And then his boxers too. Now Emily could see the glory of his entire genital area. Not just the big black uncircumcised cock, but the huge balls, already bloated with sperm.
. . . and so I grabbed Liz and brought her face close to mine and kissed her. She didn’t resist and soon are tongues were meeting and playing little games. Now I reached out my hand and started playing with Liz’s breasts, which her tight top did so much to emphasize. Her husband, looked surprised and first and then joined in the game. As I kissed his charming young wife, his hand had drifted under Liz’s skirt . . .
Emily remembered then that she had done as I had asked and removed all of her birth control protection and she began to fantasize that this wonderful black lover that would soon be hers would impregnate her at first penetration.
“Come here love,” Jeremy said, in that enticing English accent, “we are going to perform for these good people.” The accent was on the word perform and Emily suddenly felt a surge of excitement rush through her body as she realized all these other people – people she had never met before tonight -- would be watching Jeremy and her as they fucked.
She was very wet now and could feel her nipples pebbling. And then, suddenly, she forgot the others, there was, for her, only Jeremy in the room. And Emily opened her mouth to take in that beautiful black cock . . .
. . . not surprisingly, Emily was not the only one that was excited by all of this. And while Emily and Jeremy were entwining their bodies, were all surprised by a loud gasp, a yell really that traveled across the room. It was Michelle, who had continued to sit on her husband’s lap, and grind her pussy into his cock. Like many older men he had a lot of self control and he and his wife had now been fucking for ten minutes, unnoticed as the main action went on on the couch in front of them.
But it had all been too much for Michelle and she had finally exploded. She had that glazed look that always came over a well-fucked woman. As she pulled off her husband, however, it became apparent that he still had more to give. The old goat’s cock was amazingly hard and shiny with a mixture of his and Michelle’s cum. My wife Cindy, whispered something in Sol’s ear and then took his hand and led him to back of the room. The thought that my pretty wife would soon have Sol’s cock inside her, excited me wildly . . .
. . . Meanwhile, Emily was feasting on Jeremy’s cock. He had entered her mouth and held her head ever so gently moving it in and out slowly at first. But his thrusts were getting deeper now, moving closer and closer to back of Emily’s throat. Emily could feel the throbbing in Jeremy’s cock and with drew her head to ensure that he didn’t cum right there and then. His release would be soon, but not now.
Then Emily licked him up and down his shaft twice and began to play with his balls with her tongue. She loved the salty taste that she was now lapping up from his cock and balls. Empowered by the obvious fact that she was pleasing this powerful young man so much, she pulled back, dropping his genitals entirely. Now she removed her blouse and bra, guessing that the sight of her firm breasts and hardened nipples would drive Jeremy to new heights of passion.
And it did. Jeremy almost forced his cock into Emily’s mouth now and moved it in and out as before. But much faster this time. I had stopped kissing Liz and both me and her husband Brad, were playing with her gently, under her skirt. The three of us were transfixed and so was Michelle despite the fact that she had only just cum. Only Sol and my wife were no longer watching Jeremy and Emily. When I glanced around, I saw Cindy. She had removed her suit jacket, which was now on the floor. She had hitched up her skirt, pulled down her panties and Sol was fucking her from behind.
The excitement of seeing my wife made love to in this way barely detracted me from watching Jeremy and Emily. Jeremy was clearly reaching his climax and suddenly with a gasp he pulled his huge cock out of Emily and pumped out his sperm in a gush that seemed like it would never end. Much of it caught Emily and we were close enough to see the sperm on her breasts and the little cum stains on her pretty white skirt.
Emily was too excited to stop now. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then her pumps came off and then her panties. She was delightfully naked now, her upper half covered in potent sperm, her bottom half wiggling in way that gave us all delightful views of her naked pussy.
It was easy to see she wanted badly to be fucked. But it was not going to be Jeremy who was to be the first to put his seed in her pussy today. Instead, Brad and I exchanged glances, left our fingering of Liz and together advanced on Emily.
