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Sue was a writhing mass of need, rocking her hips forward, searching for something, anything to bring her relief. When she felt a large shape looming over her, strong arms pressing against the floor, she whimpered, "Please. Oh, yes, please."
Her legs were still held all the way back. Her new lover fit his shoulders against the undersides, rocking her hips still farther back. The hands holding her legs released them and she squeezed her thighs together, desperate for any sort of pressure on her throbbing button. But his broad shoulders and thick neck kept her thighs apart.
Sue cried out as she felt his fleshy rod enter. Her channel was dripping wet, and the entrance could have been strong and swift, but he held back, slowly sliding into her, filling her up inch by inch. It was a thick, solid cock Sue felt, perhaps the thickest she had ever had in her. She cried out again as it slid in all the way to the base and the rough pubic hair rubbed her sensitive clit. She tried to rub against him harder, but with her hands tied and her legs over his shoulders, it was impossible to get any leverage.
As he began his slow slide back out of her, her eagerness was too much to bear. She began to plead, speaking out in this lighted roomful of strangers words she had only whispered to lovers in the dark before.
"Fuck me," she begged softly, then more loudly, "Fuck me! Oh, ram it in! Stick your hard cock all the way in me!" His motion sped up, responding to her words and to his own needs. "Aahh! That's good! Ram it in me, oh, shit, oh fuck, oh!" He was going full steam now, breathing heavily, his balls slapping against her upraised ass at every stroke. "Fuck me hard, make me come, oh fuck me, oh faster!"
He was very skilled, this unknown man, Sue could tell. Even now his strokes were long and full, and at each cycle his hips swiveled, grinding pressure against her clit, making her hotter and hotter. But his skill was wasted on her now. She was already too hot, lusting, yearning, longing for the fulfillment to come. She was very near now, and knew he was too. She felt her pussy begin to spasm, the muscles grasping at his thick rod.
"Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!" As her orgasm burst over her, she felt him let go, his cock spraying her pussy walls with cream as her hips jerked helplessly. The throbbing feeling in her went on, as the fire burned itself out in both of them.
As they both gasped for breath, he slid his rod out of her and pulled his shoulders back, allowing her legs to fall limp on the floor. Then he was back over her, holding her, cradling her, as the two of them slowly came down together. For the third time that evening Sue became conscious of applause from the group of spectators.
As her breath came slowly back, Sue felt fingers at her wrists, and suddenly her hands were free. She wrapped her arms around the broad back of her lover. Then fingers were behind her head, and the blindfold slid off. Blinking at the sudden light, she looked up into the face of the man who still held her.
It was George Frost, the host, smiling warmly at her. As he leaned forward to kiss her cheek, Sue looked over his shoulder and saw his wife standing above them, smiling. Ginny Frost knelt down by Sue's head, and kissed both Sue and her husband warmly.
"That was beautiful," she said softly. Then she stood up smoothly. "All right, everybody. Let's not make our new member self-conscious." She slipped the spaghetti straps of her black silk dress off her shoulders, wriggled her body, and smiled again as the dress slid smoothly off her body onto the floor. She was suddenly completely nude, except for her silver high heels. Her large breasts, almost too large for her slim figure, sagged only slightly, the dark nipples already hard with excitement.
George Frost kissed Sue again, whispered, "Fantastic," and rose to his knees, then to his feet. Behind him, Sue could see the rest of the partygoers rapidly shedding their clothes. Some were already nearly naked, having obviously taken a head start during the final moments of Sue's initiation. Within minutes everyone present was stripped and hotly making love. Clearly the show Sue had provided had roused them all, as very little time was spent on preliminaries. Couples, trios, all hotly sucking and fucking, filled the furniture and the floor while moans and cries of lust filled the air.
In one corner, Sue saw her friend Betty Norris, on all fours, rocking back and forth between two men. As she leaned forward her lips slid down the thick cock of Phil Nordstrom kneeling in front of her, clear to the base. As she rocked back, sliding her lips back out to the tip, her hips pushed onto the long slim cock of another man, fucking her wet pussy from behind. As the pixieish redhead rocked steadily back and forth, Sue realized with a start that the man fucking her from behind was Alan--her Alan! She felt a sudden pang of jealousy, then couldn't help smiling as she realized how ridiculous the feeling was. Alan had just watched Sue being stripped, poked, sucked, and fucked by a whole roomful of men and women, presumably without objection. Ginny Frost had stood by smiling as her husband George had screwed Sue to a screaming orgasm. Clearly in this context, possessiveness and jealousy were meaningless. Sue felt the whole baggage of "belonging" to someone else slide effortlessly off her shoulders.
In the center of the room, another trio was gaining tempo. A handsome silver-haired man lay flat on his back while Kim Nordstrom rode his cock. At the same time, a slim girl with shoulder-length brown hair and a boyish figure--Sue thought her name was Vicki something--knelt over his face, facing his feet, writhing happily as his tongue skilfully poked her wide-open snatch. The two women leaned towards each other, kissing and stroking each other's nipples as their lover busily pumped into both their hot love boxes.
Hearing a sound behind her, Sue rolled over onto her other side. She saw an enchanting sight. Ginny Frost, now wearing only her diamond earrings, lay on her back on the dining room table. Her head lay on a pillow near the center of the table, her hips on another pillow at the edge. Rod Peterson sat in one of the dining chairs before her, and Ginny's legs were spread open to him, her knees hanging over his shoulders. As Ginny waited, Rod took a full minute to enjoy the delicious sight of her pink pussy lips spread wide before his face. Then he slowly leaned forward and began to nibble the tasty dish. Ginny squealed with delight as his tongue spread her lips and worked its way upward. Her hands slid up and grabbed her own breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples. Her hips began to rock and her legs crossed behind Rod's back, pulling his lips and tongue more snugly into her slit. Rod continued to eat with obvious relish, his lips and tongue tasting her sweet flowing honey. Although he probably couldn't hear her--her white thighs were now tightly wrapped over his ears--she continued to cry out happy encouragement as she neared her orgasm. Others in the room were also nearing climax.
From near the fireplace, Lisa, the goddess-like brunette, was rhythmically chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," as she was bent over the same armchair Sue had been and steadily reamed from behind by Fred Norris.
On the couch, the giggly blonde was writhing eagerly on the long pole of a dark, Italian-looking, extremely handsome stud whose name Sue couldn't remember. Even George, whose cock had so recently spent itself in Sue, had gotten back into the act. Lying flat on his back, he had slid his head under Betty Norris and was happily licking her small tits as she rocked back and forth.
From behind her, Ginny Frost cried out, "Oh, aahh, unnhh, yes, yesss, YESSS, AHHHHH, YESSS!" as she came on Rod's tongue. Her voice seemed to provide the final bit of stimulation necessary, and within seconds the room was filled with similar cries as cocks and pussies exploded with wet shuddering orgasms.
All around Sue, naked bodies jerked in ecstasy, then slumped in exhaustion as their sexual vigor was spent. Soon all the groups were catching their breaths, sliding apart with lingering kisses, stretching out tired arms and legs to recover. From the opposite corner, Alan rose, walked over to Sue, and lay down beside her.
"Still nervous?" he asked jokingly. In answer, Sue pulled him to her and gave his lips a long, searching kiss. "Told you you'd like it," he smiled.
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