A Whole Lotta Love

by Sahara Kelly

  “I asked first. But, hell, I went to college. Everybody’s second major was in sex parties.” He puffed out his chest in typical macho style.

  Lissa chuckled. “You were lucky. I commuted. But I don’t think a keg of beer, two strippers and a midget is what Jennifer’s party is all about.”

  Steve looked offended. “That was one of the best parties in my whole junior year.”

  She rolled her eyes. “We’re getting off track here. Yes, I’d like to go. I think it would be real interesting, if nothing else. And you’re invited. You game?”

  Thoughts ricocheted through Steve’s mind. He had dreamed about so-called sex parties before. Loose, horny women all looking for Mr. Goodcock. Many masturbatory nights had been filled with fantasies of such an event.

  However, he’d never gone to something like this and he wasn’t completely convinced that he wanted to. Sure, he was curious, but he was also a bit possessive…possessive of Lissa. He knew they weren’t actually hooked together like a real honest-to-God couple or anything, but he did have a growing bond with her.

  As he sat on the couch his insecurities showed their faces, stuck out their tongues and put their thumbs in their ears. What if she met some sex god with a cock the size of Manhattan? He couldn’t compete with another man built like that, and he wouldn’t want to. His thoughts were confused.

  Lissa really was interested in going though, so he should probably go along as well. That way he could steer her away from hunters looking for fresh meat.

  Maybe I could bring my shotgun.

  ~~~~~

  Lissa and Steve slipped from the truck—they’d parked at the end of the long driveway and looked around them.

  “Whoa. Something tells me these aren’t locals.” Steve whistled as they walked past an assortment of vehicles that probably cost more than the entire gross national product of a small Caribbean island.

  “Yeah.” Lissa blinked at a red sports car. “A lot of these have out of state plates, too. I’m guessing this must be quite a big private party.”

  “This is the coolest thing in the world. A Hummer with a sunroof. All men want a good hummer.”

  Lissa grabbed Steve’s arm. “Would you quit window shopping at cars or you’ll never get a hummer from me again.”

  They reached the impressive doorway and walked up the stone steps. There were two large antique knockers on the door.

  Steve pointed and before he could speak Lissa glared at him. “Don’t say it.” She rang the bell.

  The door swung open and an impeccably dressed man nodded politely at them. “May I be of assistance?”

  Jeez. A British butler no less.

  Lissa smiled and pulled Jennifer’s card from her pocket. “I have an invitation. Jennifer asked us to join her this evening.”

  “Thank you, madam. Would you wait here, please?” The butler took the card and gently pushed the door shut, leaving Lissa and Steve looking at each other.

  “Uh…” Steve grimaced. “You sure this is the right place?”

  Lissa swallowed. “Yep.”

  The door swung open again and there was Jennifer herself, a wide smile on her face. “Lissa. I’m so glad you decided to join us. And this must be…” She looked past Lissa.

  “Steve. Steve M—”

  “No last names, darling.” Jennifer cut through Steve’s introduction with a wave of her hand. “That’s about our only rule. You’re with Lissa. That’s enough for me. Come on in, we’re just getting started tonight.”

  They followed her into a huge foyer, and Lissa was dazzled for a moment by the lights shining off glass and crystal. Jennifer herself was pretty dazzling, too, wearing a soft pink silk robe with a gorgeous sunburst on the lapel. Lissa would have bet hard cash that it was jeweled with diamonds.

  It was luxurious, almost decadent, and for a moment she wondered if they should just leave and head back to the familiar comfort of Steve’s trailer.

  But at that second screams sounded from above them, and they looked up to see two naked women giggling and running along the upstairs hallway. A completely nude man was in hot pursuit.

  Okaaaaay. This is definitely the place.

  Jennifer laughed. “As I said, we’re just getting going. Why don’t you two come and change?”

  Lissa felt Steve hesitate a little as Jennifer mentioned changing, but he followed them, politely letting Jennifer lead the way.

  She took them into a small room off the hall where the butler was waiting behind a desk. On the smooth surface was a pile of robes similar to Jennifer’s own garment, but with different symbols embroidered on them.

  “Pink for the girls and blue for the boys.” Jennifer shrugged. “Stereotypical, but it does make things a little easier. Now here…” She pointed a long red nail at the emblems. “You’ll see the male and female symbols.”

  Lissa leaned in to see the astrological-looking curves. A circle with a cross beneath it for the female and a circle with an arrow for the male. “Beautiful work.”

  “It is.” Jennifer stroked her own robe. “It’s also useful. You’ll see a variety of combinations on the lapels. You simply pick the one that fits your personality. For example…” She touched one with two intertwining female symbols. “If you, Lissa, decide that this evening you’d like to enjoy yourself with other women, you would choose this one. And you, Steve…” She glanced at him. “Should you be interested in more of a group environment, you might select this one.”

  Her finger ran over a dark blue robe decorated with two females and one male symbol. “It’s quite simple, but it does save a lot of unnecessary explanation.”

  “I can see that.” Lissa’s eyes roamed the pile.

  Here was her chance to explore a side of sexual activity that would probably never have come her way but for a chance conversation. Just about every combination of sexes was spread before her, and all she had to do was choose. Two men? A group scene? All women?

  She pointed to the last symbol. “What’s this one, Jennifer? The one like yours?”

  “Ah.” Jennifer smiled coyly. “The starburst. That means that I’m interested in—everything.”

  Lissa pondered. She could feel Steve close behind her, the heat from his body warming her back. It was comforting, and although sexual scenarios were running amok through her brain, she found them less appealing now than she would have expected just a short time ago.

  She couldn’t see having sex with a group, or two men. She couldn’t see having sex with women at all. All she could see was having sex with Steve.

  It was disturbing, a little frightening and not something she really wanted to think about right at this moment. Perhaps it was best to be practical.

  Lissa reached for a pink robe with a simple symbol on it. One man and one woman.

  She could’ve sworn she heard Steve sigh.

  ~~~~~

  Steve did indeed sigh. For a few moments he’d indulged himself with the notion that this place might well be heaven. Here was a chance to explore some of his most wild-assed fantasies…naked women crawling all over him, turning him into a beefcake sandwich, sucking him, riding him, grinding their pussies in his face…if there was a plasma TV showing a football game at the same time, he might just move in permanently.

  But then Lissa reached over and picked out her robe. The one that said straight male/female sex. At least he thought it did. Yep…it did.

  So he sighed, and selected the corresponding blue version.

  “Wise choice for your first visit, darlings,” Jennifer purred next to them. “Perhaps if we can persuade you to come to another of our little gatherings, you’ll feel freer to play some different games.”

  She glanced at Steve and her eyes sparkled. The silk accentuated her luscious breasts and the nipples that were hardening at their tips. “I’ll look forward to seeing you a bit later, Steve.”

  Lissa half-huffed and half-snorted. “Um…where do we change, Jennifer?”

  Steve grinned to himself. Uh-huh. Some
body hadn’t liked that idea very much.

  “In here.” A curtained-off area hid an alcove. “Edward will take your things if you’ll just put them in these bags. He’s our security.” She leaned forward and whispered. “Ex-Scotland Yard, you know.”

  Steve glanced at the butler, noticing there was a set of very solid shoulders beneath the immaculate black suit. “Hmm.”

  “Well, darlings, I have to get back…there’s a sweet man waiting for me, along with his two playmates. Come join us. You’ll find drinks and whatever around the place. Just make yourselves at home and join in the fun, okay?”

  With a wave Jennifer took herself off and Steve followed Lissa into the small alcove, where they stripped and slipped into their respective robes.

  “Hey, that suits you.” Lissa grinned at him as he tied the belt around his waist.

  “You don’t look bad yourself.” He stared at her, all long legs and dark hair, blue eyes shining with excitement and a color in her cheeks that made the short, pink robe look sallow.

  His cock liked the picture, too, hardening between his legs. Fuck. He sure wasn’t going to be able to hide anything in the way of a boner beneath this little bit of lightweight nothing.

  Lissa moved close and stroked her hand lightly over the bulge in the silk. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve a feeling this is exactly what we’re here for. Without this…” She squeezed slightly. “We wouldn’t have any fun at all.”

  He closed the gap between them and slipped his hand up beneath the back of her garment, cupping her bottom in his hands. He squeezed her back. “Mmm. Yeah, I think you’re right.”

  She pulled away with a laugh. “So, shall we turn our clothes over to Scotland Yard and go see what’s happening?”

  “Sure, it’s not like I have money in my pants. Lead the way.”

  Steve followed Lissa out into the small room, surrendered his package to the cop-in-charge and prepared to explore.

  “At ease, Inspector.” His joke fell flat. A steely glare sent a chill down Steve’s back and contained a distinct message. Fuck You.

  Oh, shit.

  Chapter Nine

  The place seemed to be moving with a life of its own. So did the large group of people spread across the floor of the living room. There was a definite flow to the moods, and sexual fervor permeated the air throughout the lavish house.

  Steve walked down a long hallway with Lissa. Doors on either side opened to reveal different people doing different things, totally and completely exposed.

  “Whoa, this is awesome.” Steve stopped as he saw two women lying on a large white mattress, kissing and fondling each other.

  “Figures.” Lissa rolled her eyes. “Go watch, you fucking perv. What is it with guys and lesbians anyway?”

  “Hey, I’m a lesbian. I like eating pussy and fucking women. What’s the difference?” Steve grinned. He thought his answer was cute.

  Lissa grabbed the front of his robe and squeezed his wide-awake cock. “This is the difference. Now beat it.” She paused. “No, that’s wrong. Don’t beat it. I mean…oh, fuck it, just…whatever.” She released him. “I’ll be next door, or maybe down there—” She nodded at a curved archway. “You stay out of trouble.”

  Steve watched her ass as it moved beneath the silk robe. Right. She was a fine one to tell him to stay out of trouble.

  Steve was a little unsure if he could actually step inside the room, but as he peered in, he saw a slim Asian woman sitting in a red velvet chair watching the two women.

  Okay. So I’m not the only voyeur.

  He sat in a convenient chair beside the two women on the bed. It dominated the center of the room, white sheets gleaming, but no brighter than the nude bodies lying on top.

  The two women were contrasts in texture and color. The blonde had pale-colored skin and a distinctly virginal aura to her. She seemed naïve, pure and essentially fresh.

  The other woman was darker with an exotic, island look. Jet-black hair and chocolate-toned skin coupled with a look that made Steve melt. Except for the one place where he was beginning to really harden.

  He sat quietly admiring the beauty before him. They were naked, sexy and caressing each other. He looked to the heavens. “Thank you for making women.” Thoughts of becoming a “Steve sandwich” popped into his mind as something else popped up between his legs.

  The two girls worked themselves into a “69” position and Steve sat forward in his chair to get a better look. The darker woman was on her back and reaching out to grab the blonde’s ass. Spreading it, she let her tongue part the folds of flesh she discovered between her legs.

  The blonde girl muffled her moan as she sucked down on the dark woman’s pussy, her pale skin a delightful contrast to the darkness of the woman she lay on.

  Steve could smell the scent of arousal. He was only a few feet away from letting his own tongue invade this pink, shaven flesh. With gentle precision, the dark woman slid her thin finger into the anus of the blonde as she pulled the pussy lips down with her teeth. The blonde sat up and groaned. Oh, yeah, that had hit the spot.

  As she nuzzled back down into the dark woman’s crotch, Steve saw the darker woman’s eyes flutter and close. She, too, was becoming aroused.

  Like a moth to a flame, Steve was drawn into this scene while two thoughts crossed his mind.

  First would be to jump in and let these two women screw him into insanity.

  Second was to take his hand off of his now-rigid cock, and leave to whack himself off in the nearest bathroom.

  But he stayed where he was, spellbound as time slowed to a crawl and he saw each lick of her tongue part the flesh of the blonde’s pussy. The slow steady flow of saliva wetting her pink flesh. The compassionate caress of the darker woman’s hands on her ass and inserting her finger with care, in and out.

  Wetness rippled down the blonde’s thighs as her juices began to flow. The dark woman slurped and sucked as her finger dove in and out of her slippery anus.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m coming, I’m…ahhh, Oh, God…” The blonde’s body began to tremble and shake as she took her weight on all fours. Her hair dangled over the darker woman, brushing her belly and the glistening diamond of her navel ring.

  Steve sat back in his chair and breathed out a heavy sigh. This was a man’s wet dream. Two women having sex and he was there with them. The only difference—he couldn’t play, too.

  “Hey, stud, can you help me out a little?” The whispery voice shook Steve to attention. That, and the fact his cock pressed firmly against his belly button.

  He looked over and saw the dark woman’s head flat on the bed—the passion in those piercing green eyes made his balls ache.

  “Who me?”

  “I don’t see any other studs in here.”

  She was right. Looking around, all Steve saw was the Asian woman playing with a rather large dildo and a couple leaning against the doorframe.

  “Scoot your chair closer. I need something to lean against.”

  Steve moved his chair closer and began to get up when the woman put her hands on his knees and slid back against his chest. Steve was going to be her backrest.

  He could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and the herbal scent of her thick hair. He also was sporting quite a respectable hard-on that now rested along the woman’s spine.

  “How’s this?” Steve tried to remain calm and cool. “Uhh…what’s your name?”

  “You can call me Ava.” The contours of her body were smooth and slender. Most of the fashion models he’d seen had nothing on her.

  Steve blinked as the blonde girl crawled to the side of the bed and opened what resembled a doctor’s bag. She pulled out a shiny silver vibrator and a leather strap-on device. At first Steve was confused, but when she threw the strap-on to the Asian woman, the picture cleared right up.

  The blonde climbed back towards Ava, lying across the bed with her face in front of Ava’s finely trimmed pussy. She licked the shiny vibrator, lavishing it with slick curl
s of her tongue. Curls Steve swore he could feel right the way to his balls. He shivered.

  The blonde smiled wickedly at Ava as she slid the silver length between Ava’s pussy lips and deep inside.

  Steve felt Ava tense against him. She was sooo beautiful. Her stomach rippled with muscles and the glistening belly button ring rose and fell with every violation from the vibrator. Her nipples were taut and almost black in color.

  Ava moaned and tipped her head backwards, looking up at Steve. She must have realized his eyes were focused on her lithe, sensual body. Her reactions to the vibrator consumed him and when her arm reached up and traced his shoulder, a shudder of excitement coursed through him making his cock strain even more.

  Cautiously, Ava pulled on his neck, bringing his head towards hers. He looked at her face, seeing her need. Her lips were parted and a sparkle of saliva gleamed from the full flesh. When he kissed her, he felt the release of tension from her body. Her tongue tasted like a succulent fruit. It was a double pleasure, since along with this woman’s tongue, he was tasting the blonde’s pussy. Both in a single, mouthwatering kiss.

  Steve was about to burst. This was a fantasyland and he had all the right tickets for the rides. He was lost in Ava’s lips. Sometimes the kiss of a stranger could be more enticing than that of a long-time lover. The mystery and the unknown exploration becomes a catalyst for excitement.

  It lasted for what seemed like an eternity and he knew she was enjoying it as much as he was. Instinctively, his hand reached down her sweaty chest to her breast. With a deep groan, Ava jerked at the touch of his fingers across her sensitive nipples. Steve watched her writhe as he rolled them between his fingers. He could also see the blonde frantically fucking Ava’s pussy with the vibrator as she sucked hard on Ava’s clit.

  The supple spine arched hard against Steve’s body. She was enthralled in the wave of her orgasm. Pressing into him, Ava looked up and pulled his mouth to hers once more. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, dancing with his. As her body shook, Ava bit his bottom lip, clenching her teeth as she held on, waiting for the ripples and spasms caressing her inner walls to subside.