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Sue's heart leaped. There WAS more!. She was going to have it all! Though her powerful orgasm was only now fading, she knew still more was before her.
A man's hands grasped Sue's shoulders, straightened her up, and turned her again to face the group. Sue knew her skin was flushed, her nipples hard and present.
Then the man said softly in her ear, "Kneel," and delight spread through her as she realized what was next. Obediently, she sank to her knees, not really surprised to feel the soft pillow someone had placed there for her comfort. She heard the man's zipper being lowered, then felt the expected warm flesh at her lips. As her lips opened eagerly, she tried to determine as much as she could about the stiff rod that slid into her warm mouth. It certainly wasn't the thickest ever, she decided, nor the longest. But it wasn't abnormally small either. Slowly she slid her lips down the shaft until wiry pubic hair tickled her upper lip. The warm cock just barely fit, not quite making her choke when she took its total length into her throat.
Was it circumcised? Slowly, teasingly, she slid her lips back, all the way out to the tip of the rod, whose invisible owner was already beginning to rock his hips gently back and forth. Sliding her lips off the tip, she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head, probing, exploring. Yes, it was, the tender ridge of the cock quivering under her wet touch.
Sue bent her head lower, and her tongue reached out to lick the heavy balls that hung at its base. Her unknown lover grunted slightly, then thrust his hips forward as her lips followed her tongue, tasting, kissing, sucking his balls through the wrinkled sac. Her wet mouth went back to his cock, sliding over the head and down the length to the base, then back out to the tip. His hands grasped the back of her head, thrusting his rod deeply into her throat. Sue slid her own hands to the back of the mystery lover's thighs, then up to his ass, to pull him still deeper into her. Sliding her lips back out, she tasted the salty drops of pre-cum sliding over the head, and knew his climax was near. Sue was determined that he should lose control as much as she had just a few minutes ago. She increased the pace of her sucking, sliding her wet lips up and down his cock, swirling her tongue over the head on every outward stroke, her lips squeezing, sucking, milking his rod. His breath was coming faster, his thrusts into her more forceful. Her fingers tightened on his ass, her nails pinching his cheeks through his slacks.
Suddenly he said sharply, "Ahhh!" and came. Sue swallowed frantically as the hot spurts filled the back of her throat. The hot salty cream kept coming, and Sue felt a small drop trickle out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Slowly, reluctantly, his fingers loosened their grip on the back of her head. He slid his cock, already growing softer, out of her wet lips. With a long, exhausted exhale, he stepped back, as the delighted group again applauded.
Sue couldn't resist a small smile of triumph as she slowly caught her breath. She couldn't see her audience, but she knew she had given them a fantastic show, knew she had made them hot and ready for the rest of their evening's entertainment! Furthermore, she realized with some surprise, she was becoming aroused again herself. Only once in her life had she enjoyed two orgasms in one night--years ago, on a hot night of petting and fucking with a boyfriend during her horny teenage years--but Sue felt that tonight there was no limit--that she could come as many times as she wished, that she could go on coming all night, long into the dawn hours.
The familiar voice said "Number eleven," and Sue did some rapid figuring. Counting herself, there were fourteen at the party. She felt fairly sure she knew the role of number thirteen--the grand finale--but what thrills would the other two offer? Number eleven's hands felt like a man's, but they were gentle, not rough. They urged Sue up from her knees, a few steps to one side, then down again to the floor, on her back this time. No surprises so far, thought Sue, as she stretched out. There was a pillow under her head, a larger, firmer one under her hips. Then the unknown man grasped her wrists, stretched them out over her head and along the floor behind her. The sudden wrap of a satin strip around her wrists, and her hands were securely fastened, perhaps to the leg of the chair she had been bent over a few minutes ago. This was something new! Sue had heard of couples who went in for being tied up, but had never considered it herself. Being restrained like this had a certain tingle to it. In a way, it brought back some of the erotic mix of fear and excitement she had felt earlier, when she had first been blindfolded and slowly stripped.
Now the man's hands were behind Sue's knees, lifting them, bending them. Sue didn't resist, even anticipated a little as her legs were spread wide apart and rocked back until her knees pressed against her breasts. Again Sue was totally exposed. She could tell that two people were holding her thighs now, one from each side, so that no one blocked the delicious view between her legs. Thighs splayed obscenely, her pink wet pussy folds again beginning to glisten with her love juice, she knew both her holes were visible--and accessible--with her hips raised on the firm pillow.
Sue felt no shyness now. If her hands had been free she would have used them to pull her thighs further back, wider open, making a still more lewd and inviting display. She wanted to feel the gaze--and the touch--of the whole group invading her darkest recesses. Still, there was a certain pleasure in her bondage--in knowing she was entirely in the power of others, theirs to use as they wished, to excite and then satisfy their lusts. She felt her inner fire begin to roar again with excitement.
The second person holding her legs must have been Ginny Frost, because the words "Number twelve," came from near the floor on Sue's left. She felt motion, then a soft bump as someone knelt between her spread legs. The soft legs and stubble-less cheek along Sue's inner thigh told Sue it was a woman. As the kisses neared her moist cunt lips, she knew it was a knowing woman, one of real sexual skill. Only a woman would have known just that stroke of the tongue along the thick lower lips, only a woman would have known just how to linger on the folds, avoiding the swelling clit, again raising Sue's level of eagerness and frustration. Sue had never had a real lesbian experience--in spite of some giggling come-ons from friends in her college dorm--but she felt no restraint now, no holding back. The wet light touch on her pussy was heavenly--licking, teasing, nipping lightly at the lips, but staying maddeningly away from the center of her desire. Her lust and frustration growing, Sue rocked her hips, trying to force her clit between the lips of her assailant. Her hands pulled at her bonds as she yearned to grasp the back of her lover's head and force her deep into her wet hole. Again little whimpers of desire began to escape her as she writhed on the floor, trying to force pressure on her hot pussy.
The wet tongue assaulting her began a long, slow sweep, from just above her asshole, along the inner folds, all the way up the length of her wet love-crease. Sue's anticipation rose as the wet, rough surface drew nearer and nearer her clit.
Then, just at the moment before contact, the motion stopped, the soft head drew back, and Ginny Frost's breathy voice said, "Number thirteen." |