“Betty?” Jim asked and thudded against his wife. “What’s she got that’s so special?”
An ass so fine that it made all other asses hang their heads. But I didn’t say that. Cindy’s ass was pretty nice, actually. This was weird. Here I was, being served Cindy’s butt on a silver platter. All I had to do was say yes. I could’ve asked her to suck me back up to speed, and then I could’ve had anal sex with her. While her hubbie plowed into her pussy. This night was delirious.
I said, “It’s just that I’ve been trying to track Betty down. Thanks for the offer, though.”
“Catch you on the flip side,” Jim said.
I left, hoping that I didn’t hurt Cindy’s feelings. Funny about the things you worry about in an orgy.
I found Betty in the basement’s big rec room. There she was, standing next to the bar and chatting with two other women.
The basement was a cozy hang-out spot. A fire crackled in a fireplace with two red stockings hanging from the mantle. Another Christmas tree sparkled in a corner. The Christmas tree in the living room upstairs was a real Douglas fir that stretched to above my head. This basement tree was a fake silver one that twinkled with many lights. Also, a string of multi-colored Christmas lights ran around the border just below the ceiling. A tune from The Nutcracker wafted about.
There was much less sex in the basement. The only action I could see was a woman sitting on the L-shaped couch and being eaten out by Darryl. Mostly, people sipped drinks and talked in conversation circles.
I approached Betty’s small group, saying with a warm smile to Betty, “Hey there. Buy a guy a drink?”
She smiled back. She was pretty—not as gorgeous as Claire, but still quite pretty. “Good to see you, Steve,” she said.
Her eyes ran up and down me, drinking in my body that was covered only in boxers. The other two women—Vicky and someone else—did the same. Perfectly reasonable, I thought, considering what was going on at the party. Besides, I checked them out, too. Betty wore a black bra and tight panties in a boy-short style that made the curves of her butt cheeks incredibly enticing. Vicky wore a red robe. The woman I had never met had on a man’s button-down dress shirt. No pants.
Not long ago, Betty and Vicky were fucking their husbands on the living room couch as Tara fucked me. Three couples in a row, the women being cowgirls bucking on the broncos of their men. It was a wonderful memory, those three women with their tits dancing and cocks plunging into their pussies. I knew that I was going to revisit that memory for a long time to come. That was for later, though. Now was the time to make more memories.
I asked the bartender for a bourbon and ginger ale, and then I said to Vicky, “Looks like your husband’s doing a good job over there.” I nodded to Darryl going to town on the brunette on the sofa.
Vicky grinned, and I wondered if it was from pride in her husband or delight in the wickedness of him giving oral sex to another woman. Or maybe both.
“Yeah,” Vicky said. “He’s masterful with that tongue of his. Gets me off in no time.”
“So, you have no problem with him doing that?” I asked.
“Nope. I like sharing him with others. As long as he goes home with me.”
“You’re very generous,” I said.
“’Tis the season for giving, right?”
I turned to Betty and asked, “And how about your husband? Where is he?”
Her eyes narrowed at me. “What, are you the husband police?”
“No,” I said. “Just curious, ’cause I want to show you how masterful my tongue is.” Might as well borrow Vicky’s phrase, since it fit so well.
“What’s my husband got to do with that?” Betty asked.
“I don’t want him to kick my ass while I’m busy licking your pussy.”
Betty laughed. “I don’t think you’ll have any problems from him.”
She nodded across the room, where Betty’s husband—Reggie—was sucking on the nipples of a busty blonde. She wasn’t as voluptuous as Julie, but she had a really nice rack. I hadn’t noticed them before.
Betty asked, “Besides, did he kick Ralph’s ass after I gave him head?”
“Good point,” I admitted. “And I have a confession to make.”
“Oh? What’s that?” Her eyebrows arched. I certainly had her attention.
“I’ve been fantasizing over your ass for years. You have the finest ass I’ve ever seen.” All three women laughed. “It’s no lie. That’s not drunk talk, ’cause I’m not drunk. Not at all.”
“Well, thank you,” Betty said, clearly pleased.
“I’m totally serious. And I’m totally serious when I say that I want to lick your pussy ’til you scream, and then I want to fuck you ’til you scream again and again.”
“Oh my,” Betty said, her smile fading as she looked more aroused than amused.
We’d gone from flirting to me laying down an audacious statement. Even the other two ladies looked impressed by my boldness. No shrinking violet here, ladies. Bold tulip all the way.
“That’s a big invitation,” Betty said. “Can you live up to it?”
“Only one way to find out,” I said and stepped forward and gave her a kiss. She didn’t push me away.
Vicky said to the woman wearing the man’s dress shirt, “Janet, I think we better leave these two alone.”
Janet said, “Actually, I want to see how this guy’s going to live up to his talk. See if he can back it up.”
“Just watch,” I said to Janet.
Smooth as could be, I picked up Betty as if I were carrying her over a threshold on our wedding night, carried her to the sofa, and gently placed her on the cushions.
Darryl’s head popped up from between the woman’s thighs. He looked at Betty on the couch, then looked at me as I knelt in front of Betty. No shock showed on his face. He took it all in stride.
“Hey Steve,” he said. Simply acknowledging a friend at a party.
“Hey Darryl,” I said.
I slid down Betty’s boy-short panties and beheld her smooth, nearly hairless pussy. Just a little patch was on her pubic mound.
Look at us. Two dudes eating pussy on a Saturday night. This was just another moment in the transformation of Kiefer and Tiffany’s Annual Holiday Party from innocent revelry into orgy land. To the sounds of The Nutcracker, our tongues danced on pussy lips. Our mouths kissed the clits. Betty’s vagina was sopping wet.
My hands slipped underneath her ass cheeks and squeezed. Holding those firm cheeks gave me the same thrill as holding Julie’s boobs. My wild fantasies were being realized.
It was completely nuts. My brain was awed by what I was doing. Squeezing Betty’s perfect ass cheeks that I’d been admiring for years as I licked her pussy. The thought should’ve rendered me frozen in shock. But I was certainly not frozen. For my mouth certainly knew what to do, even without my brain directing its actions. It was doing the best job it could feasting upon this soaked cunt.
The other two women from our conversation group arrived next to us. Janet undid Betty’s bra and set upon licking her nipples. Vicky did the same thing with the brunette being pleasured by Darryl. That brunette and Betty were very lucky ladies: a man’s mouth on each pussy and a woman’s mouth on each pair of tits.
Usually, I’m competitive. Doesn’t matter the game—soccer, softball, golf, or chess—but I’m competitive about beating the other guy. It’s not that I’m a sore loser. It’s just that I would much rather win. That’s partially why I was upset about Kiefer and his thick cock. I was on the smaller end of the deal. Well, that—and I was watching a dude slide his dick into my girlfriend for the first time.
But that was then. Betty was now. My competitive spirit kicked in, and I thought it would be nice to make Betty come before Darryl’s brunette. Louder would be better, too. However, was first better? Not necessarily. Not when it comes to oral sex. Why rush it? I wanted Betty to enjoy this. So I decided to go slow and savor th
is fine pussy.
Betty was certainly enjoying my savoring. She and the brunette gave loud moans as their pussies and tits were being devoured. This had to be the most fun I’ve had going down on a woman. I got to watch two lovely ladies wriggle and groan and goad us on with their dirty talk.
Their dirty talk mixed in the other sensations. The thrill of holding Betty’s hot buns. Licking her sweet pussy. Hearing her moans mix with The Nutcracker. Watching two pairs of boobs get sucked. Twinkling Christmas lights above us.
Turned out that the brunette came first. After all, Darryl had been slurping her before I arrived in the basement. Her orgasmic cries bounced about the rec room, drowning out the music. Then the brunette settled into soft panting. The crowd’s sounds and holiday music returned.
But just for a few moments. They were interrupted again with the cries of bliss. This time, the cries erupted from Betty as she came in a crescendo.
It could’ve been wishful thinking, but I believed Betty cried out louder than the brunette. Hell, it was probably my competitiveness raising its head.
Speaking of raising its head, my dick had. For the third time that night, my erection was eager and ready. It pushed against the thin fabric of my red boxers. My boxers were nicely tented as I stood up and leaned in to kiss Betty. My lips, slick with her pussy juices, pressed against her lips, and she kissed me back with pleasure.
Betty released our lip-lock and said, “So you can back it up. And what else did you promise me?”
She stroked the pole of my tented boxers, slid her hand to the fly, and parted the boxer’s folds to release my hard-on. Her soft hands on my cock felt really nice.
She said, “I think you promised that you’re gonna fuck me and make me scream again and again. Isn’t that right?”
“Not here,” I said. “Upstairs. I promised Tara that I would keep it to the main floor, the living and dining rooms.”
“Why?” Betty asked. “So she can keep an eye on you?”
“That’s right,” I said. “And I can keep an eye on her.”
Betty shook her head. “Oh, you newbies and your silly rules. But that’s okay. Let’s head on up.”
Janet surprised me by leaning down and kissing the head of my dick. It was a soft, sweet kiss. Then she looked up at my face and said, “It’s nice to meet a man who backs up his promises. Keep it up, honey.”
“Sure thing,” I replied, still surprised at her spontaneous kiss on my cock. First Claire, and now Janet. I had never met these women, and they had been fantastically forward. Where had these women been all my life?
“I’ll make sure he keeps it up,” Betty said and gave my erection a gentle squeeze.
She led the way upstairs. Following below, I was struck by her beautiful bare ass rising above me. It was like a beacon lighting the way to the living room—and to Nirvana.
Upstairs, I scanned the living room. Lots of people were still going at each other. The groups had changed—they were in different arrangements from when I had gone down to the basement. This was a musical chairs game of sexual positions. The big difference was that Julie and her fans were gone. Her jugs had vanished. There was merely a bare spot on the carpet where that particular crowd once was.
The couple on the couch struck me for some reason. They were fucking like Tara and I had done, which seemed like a long time ago.
Tara. I realized it was Tara.
She was riding as a cowgirl again. Even though her back was to me, I knew it was her. No question about it. That was her light brown hair held up in the back in that classy way she likes to wear to nice parties and restaurants. That was her naked ass.
Yeah, there was no doubt it was my girlfriend’s ass riding the lap belonging to the South American or Italian guy I had seen her talking with on the back porch. At least his cock was average sized, and not a thick sausage like Kiefer’s. His handsome face looked up at her. His hands caressed her tits. My girlfriend’s tits. He had longish black hair that looked oily, and several strands hung in front of his eyes.
I was spellbound by her butt and his cock. The lily white of her ass on his olive thighs. Her hips grinding back and forth, the way she liked to do it. When Tara was on top, she enjoyed mixing that grinding with vigorous humping. Back and forth. Then up and down.
Just below the cleft of her creamy ass were his hairy nuts. The line of her butt crack matched the line between his nuts. That was my girlfriend’s ass. But those were not my balls under her ass. That was not my cock snug in the warm embrace of her pussy.
“That’s Paolo,” Betty whispered in my ear. Her words and warm breath broke the spell I was under.
Of course Betty had picked up on the situation. I was openly gawking at Tara and the Latin Lover under her. The Latin Lover inside her. As before, when I had seen Kiefer’s dick fucking my girlfriend, jealousy and anger blended with exhilaration. My emotions were definitely mixed around.
“You’ve kept your eye on her,” Betty whispered. “Now, lets have some fun.” Her fingertips stroked my dick. “C’mon.”
She was right. It was a bad idea to stare all night at my girlfriend fucking another guy. That wasn’t going to be good for me at all. I had to move on. I told myself this is what people did at an orgy. I felt very much a newbie.
Betty led the way to the dining room, which only had a man and woman talking and eating munchies. Betty was smart, as she probably picked the dining room so I wouldn’t be as close to Tara riding the handsome, swarthy Paolo.
Without any warning, Betty knelt in front of me, peeled off my boxers, and laid a big smooch on my cock.
“Uh-uh,” I said. “Not this. I said I want to make you scream.”
Betty said, “You will, don’t worry. But you deserve this. You deserve at least a couple minutes of a seriously good blowjob. You deserve it after that fantastic pussy-licking you gave me.” Her tongue slurped up my shaft. “Besides, I like my cocks as hard as rocks.”
I laughed. Something told me this wasn’t the first time she had used that line.
I didn’t argue with her. I leaned against the dining room table and watched her give me a slow, decadent hummer. It felt like a dream, she was so soft and leisurely about it.
Across the room, beyond the appetizer table and coffee table, Tara fucked Paolo. I found that I didn’t have energy or concentration to be jealous or upset about it.
In this dream-like manner, Tara’s bouncing on Paolo’s dick blended with Betty’s mouth sliding on my dick. The images blended. I imagined that my cock was inside of Tara. Betty’s mouth melded into Tara’s pussy, and then back again. Mouth to pussy. Pussy to mouth. The feeling was immensely relaxing.
The crowd’s buzzing and moaning seemed dulled. The lights of the big Christmas tree in the living room seemed blurred.
Betty nuzzled my nuts. She lapped radiant licks under my balls, teasing the sensitive skin there. Then her mouth engulfed my shaft, sliding wondrously slow down the length of it.
Finally, she stood up and said, “There. That oughta do it.” She smiled warmly at me. “So, you’ve been fantasizing over my ass for years?”
“Hell yeah,” I said, still feeling dreamy.
“Well, then it’s time to fuck it.”
Betty folded herself over the dining table. Her torso lay on the table. White skin against dark glossy wood. Her slim legs were in an inverted “V.” Her spectacular booty was there for me to grip as I fucked her. Finally. Fantasy, here I come.
I touched my dickhead between the folds of her pussy, ready to enter, when she stopped me by looking back at me.
“No,” she said. “Higher.”
Higher?
That meant anal.
Oh fuck.
In my dreamy state, this felt like a natural progression of things. If I was more alert, I would’ve been shocked by her invitation. Yeah, we had been friends for many years—but friends don’t usually invite friends to fuck them in the ass. Non-swinger friends, a
t least. I was learning that swinger friends work on a whole different level. Like when Jim had invited me to dive into Cindy’s ass, to give her double penetration.
“Not yet,” I said to Betty. “I want to get a taste of fucking your pussy first.”
I entered between her folds, burying my saliva-slick cock into the pussy that I had eaten, down in the basement. I planted my hands on those firm butt cheeks. I pumped that hot cunt with my hot meat. I loved every sensation—from her pussy to her glorious ass in my hands. I loved Betty’s grunts that she let loose with every one of my thrusts into her. I glowed with pleasure as my fantasies of fucking Betty in doggy-style had become reality.
After a few minutes, I backed up, slipping out of her sweet cunt. Now it was time to accept her naughty invitation. My heart was already thudding with excitement, and it quickened even more.
Only once before had a girlfriend let me into her back door. Heather. Quiet, shy Heather. Except, that is, in the bedroom—where she wasn’t shy at all. She became an animal in bed after she grew comfortable with me. She let me fuck her in the ass several times. Let me come on her face and on her tits. Things that Tara hadn’t done with me.
My dickhead touched the puckered bun of Betty’s asshole. I wondered: Did I need lubrication? Nah. My dick was slick with saliva and pussy juice. I slowly edged forward. Little by little, my dickhead disappeared in her ass.
“Oh God,” Betty sighed.
One side of her face lay on the table, so I could see the other side of her face in profile. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open.
“Oh God,” she said louder as I nudged forward.
Oh God was right. She was incredibly tight. I made sure to move slowly, let her adjust to me. And let me adjust to this new orifice that was more snug than her pussy.
Once I was most of the way into her, I slid my hands around her sides to underneath her. My hands pancaked between her torso and the table, sliding until they reached her boobs. Her small, perky boobs with rock-hard nipples. I tweaked and rolled those nipples while remaining motionless, deep in her bunghole.
“Mmm,” Betty hummed. She looked back at me. “How does it feel, Steve? How does it feel to be in my ass?”
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