John had a computer and had been on-line for about three years. About a
year ago he met Janice and could not help but think about a possible meeting. In
the ensuing months, they corresponded at length, progressively becoming more
intimate. They had spoken on the phone for hours on end, exchanged photographs
(neither was disappointed), and finally, tentatively, made their plans to meet,
each a bit apprehensive about the outcome of this first encounter, he even more
than she. Ultimately, John had been persuaded by the advice of a friend who had
had a similar experience: "It's a grand, heady gamble," she told him,
"...actually meeting one's on-line love for the first time, and the excitement,
the sense of adventure, far outweigh the risk. Meeting someone face to face,
someone whose inside you've come to know very well, is a dizzying experience."
It was a sultry late July, when finally they came together.... John, 38 and
unmarried, a New Yorker born and bred, contrived a "business trip" to Hollywood,
a city he ordinarily despised as sterile, shallow, transparently trendy: it was
a place he generally avoided whenever possible. Hence his colleagues at the firm
(all of whom were well aware of his fervid east coast chauvinism) were surprised
when he announced his intention to fly to California, there personally to draw
up preliminary papers for the Rivererton-Price merger. Ordinarily, that sort of
drudge work would have been handled by one of the junior associates, not a
senior partner. Janice, 29, a transplanted Iowan, had escaped the confines of
Cedar Rapids two years before, after the collapse of her four year marriage to
Jeffrey. She knew all too well John's sentiments about California, but she knew
too that he liked the theatre, and so had gotten tickets for a new and locally
well re-viewed play, her intention evidently to demonstrate the cultural
maturity of her adopted city to this sceptical easterner she had come to know on
ICQ. Before going to the play they had an early dinner at Alversano's, a lovely
Italian restaurant (even he had to concede that), but the play itself was
dreadful. They left after the first act, and drove up the serpentine road to her
house in the hills overlooking the haze covered city, which seemed to sprawl,
endlessly, below. Arriving, she poured them each a glass of wine, tuned the
stereo, and then provided the ritual tour of her home, including (but of course)
the bedroom, dominated by a huge bed, itself adorned with red satin sheets.
After, they went out to the deck, and, simultaneously it seemed, decided that it
would be a nice evening to go into the Jacuzzi, for John a novelty. Janice took
his glass, refilled it with the perfectly iced Champagne, and placed it beside
her own on the ledge around the Jacuzzi. She handed him a towel and said she'd
be back shortly, warning him playfully "not to start" without her, but to go on
and get in the water. Stripping, he did, at the same time wondering "...start
what??" She left, then returned moments later with what she referred to as "a
joint," dropped her towel and joined him, naked, in the swirling water. The
Bettyabis seemed to make the lyrical, soulful music playing on the stereo touch
their senses even more acutely than it had before. Relaxing, leaning back with
the jets and bubbles going full force, drinking the bubbly, with nothing but the
stars above them, finally she leaned into him. Inevitably their lips met as
their bodies touched, sending an anticipatory stirring through both of them.
Then, Janice shifted her position in the water, to a place directly in front of
him. He spread his legs so that she could come closer still.... Sitting naked
with her in the Jacuzzi, a little light headed from the combined effects of the
wine and the grass, it occurred to John that they seemed to have hit it off
pretty famously. Here he was "unexpectedly" in California with this sensual
woman he had "met" electronically scant months before.... "This is the first
time I've ever been in one of these things," John said, gesturing vaguely, a bit
nervously, at the oaken tub which enclosed them, his oddly pale skin (surely
*eastern, she thought) almost luminous, translucent, in the reduced light, "...I
find the experience decidedly sexy," he continued, "and full of interesting
possibilities." What *sort of "possibilities," she asked, thinking his choice of
words curiously clinical. Still, her reply was punctuated by a slow, suggestive,
and (yes) worldly smile. "Well, Janice, this reminds me of a story I read not
long ago, on the internet, evidently written by some wanton, which suggested an
explanation about why women seem to like these tubs so much...." What story was
that, she wanted to know. By a stroke of good fortune, unbelievably [all things
being possible in this world of the imagination], John "just happened" to have a
copy of the text of the aforementioned tale secreted somewhere on his person. He
retrieved it, miraculously, from somewhere [literary ingenuity here fails,
momentarily: being naked, soaked, soaking, we know he had no pockets, or none to
which he would readily admit in mixed company]; nevertheless, he began to read
aloud, confidently, almost as though he had some proprietary interest in the
tale's composition: "Why don't you go to my lake house this weekend and enjoy
some free time," Sue told Betty at work on Wednesday. Too much responsibility at
work had recently drained Betty of energy, but she had the weekend stretching
out in front of her that was hers alone.... So the story began, and Janice
listened attentively, chastely even (given the circumstances), and learned that
ultimately it concerned a hot tub, not unlike her own. Holding onto the side of
the tub [it went on], Betty [our heroine] spread her legs so that the water
would hit her pussy at just the right spot. She began to push against the water
and couldn't believe the feeling she moved up and down pushing herself harder
and harder against the jet. It felt like a hard cock pushing deep into her. She
began to twist and thrust again and again. The jet bored into her, and the
sensation grew stronger and stronger until she felt that feeling, the release
she needed, and she heard herself crying out with pleasure.... [And then Bettye
was caught, flagrante delicto, in media res (as it were), post res, actually, by
a randy mail man, of all things, yes I know, it should have been a gardener, I
read too, but I didn't write the story, and maybe (a *very long maybe) mail men
too are capable of randiness. "That's it," John said after he had concluded, "it
never was continued, alas. Have you ever tried using the jets that way?" Janice
blushed but smiled again, and that was answer enough. "How about now, then," he
teased. And then, wordlessly, he put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her
around so that her back was pressed into his chest. In this position, she sat
between his parted legs, his now erect cock pressed into her buttocks. He could
reach 'round her, under her arms, with both of his hands. Doing so, he cupped
each of her full breasts, gently rolling the nipples between his fingers. Their
natural buoyancy and the surging water made her breasts seem to float, just
breaking the water's surface. She sighed heavily and pressed back into him, as
all the while he continued to toy with her, the pressure of her back against
him, the salute of her swelling nipples signalling her arousal.... "Come on,"
John said finally, "let's try it." Giggling like children at their own
clumsiness, they eventually made their way to the side of the tub, still in the
water, she sitting on his lap, her legs parted, thighs enclosing his. Again John
reached around her with his left hand and began to stroke gently between the
lips of her vulva with his middle finger. "Yes, just there, John," she murmured,
and she spread her legs yet further apart. Even as he played with her,
occasionally varying the routine by slipping his finger *in-side, John
manoeuvred them closer to one of the jets until he could feel it pulsing
directly on the back of his caressing hand. In this way, if he moved his hand
away, the water jetted right between the lips of her pussy, and he held her
there in that position, kissing the back and side of her neck, fondling her
breasts with his right hand, stroking her clitoris with the fingers of his
left.... These several delights had Janice *very aroused, very quickly, more so
than ever she could have imagined. "God, you're going to make me cum," she
moaned, "I want you inside me." "Not yet, Janice," he answered, laughing,
handling her, "...this first one is just for you." So, abandoning herself now to
the inevitable, Janice reached down between her own legs and took his rampant
organ into her hands, rubbing it up and down between the by now swollen lips of
her pussy, as the water pulsed and pulsed against her. At last, she came with a
shudder.... "Hmmmm, just like the story," John said, smiling. "But what about
you, *what can I do for you," she asked, holding onto his still very erect cock.
"Use your imagination," he replied. Pressing back onto John's chest and
massaging him gently with her hand, teasing, pivoting her hips against him,
feeling his breath quicken, Janice then turned and, facing him, leaned into him,
kissing, running her tongue along his lips, felt them part. Their tongues
touched, darted each into the other's mouth, entwined. She lowered her hand down
to his erect cock once again, and put her other arm around his back, pulling him
closer so that he could feel her breasts on his chest. She rubbed her body
against him, up, down, and felt his cock grow even bigger, hotter than before.
Then moving so that she could straddle his lap, pushing herself hard against his
loins, she asked again "What would you like, John?" He smiled up at her, saying
that he was certain she'd be able to figure it out without his having to say a
word.... Already atop him, she raised herself slightly, so that she could sink
slowly onto his cock. Feeling the water jets and bubbles all around them, the
heat from the Jacuzzi augmented by their body heat, they were dizzied and
slipped down further into the water, their hands expCathyng, probing.... All the
while, she continued to move up and down on his cock. Perceiving his risen
desire, and not wanting him to cum yet, (since she had more in mind for him),
she then moved from on top of him and knelt again before him, between his
splayed legs. John moved up a little on the seat, so that his cock was beside
her breasts, and Janice leaned forward to kiss his neck. Trailing down his
chest, she lowered her head down across his taut abdomen and kissed his cock,
which was just barely jutting out of the water. Moving her mouth over the very
tip she circled it with her tongue.... Then taking his hand she said "Come on,
come with me." They stepped from the Jacuzzi, toweled each other dry, and she
led him to the upper portion of the deck, then into the house, to the bedroom.
Still holding his hand she pulled him to the bed and turned, again to kiss him,
ultimately sitting down on the edge of the bed, with him standing in front of
her, his cock still full and thick from their foreplay in the Jacuzzi.... As she
led John into the softly lit bedroom, he couldn't help but notice again the
opulent, feminine furnishings: the raised teakwood platform bed with its
alluring red sheets, the plush oriental patterned carpet, and the damask
curtains cleverly suspended in some hidden fashion on all of the walls sur-rounding
the bed, which stood in the exact center of the room, the very focus of the
place. "Curious to cover the walls with curtains," he thought at the time, but
said nothing. And this time he also noticed a detail which had eluded him during
the brief tour of the house earlier that evening: the entire ceiling, at least
four hundred square feet corner to corner, was made up of brilliantly polished
mirror panels whose purpose he immediately guessed. "So you like to *watch
yourself, Janice," he said, smiling. She made no reply other than to reach to
the head of the bed in which was located what appeared to be a small control
panel, buttons and switches. Pressing one of these, she caused the curtains
silently to glide into recesses in each corner of the room, revealing beneath
them walls covered entirely by yet more mirror panels identical in every respect
to those which constituted the ceiling.... The effect was electric. No sooner
had the curtains moved aside than she took his half turgid cock into her hand,
ringing it with thumb and forefinger, stroking up and down, cradling and gently
squeezing his balls with her other hand. She began slowly, teasingly, licking
the tip of the glans, and worked her tongue in and around the super sensitive
eye. Within a few short moments, however, she picked up the pace, hungrily
engulfing almost the whole of him. He looked down, enthralled, watching his cock
disappear then reappear, glistening. As her head bobbed, John became aware of a
kind of low guttural purring sound emanating from her throat.... Since she was
sitting just at the edge of the bed, he standing before her, he was able to get
one of his legs between hers. Sensing what he was about, not slowing her rhythm,
she accommodated him, spreading her thighs wide apart so that he could push his
knee hard up against her center. She had already become very wet. And as John
looked about him, into the mirrors on either side, he saw their lovemaking
reflected, replicated over and over in the shiny glass, dozens of ever shrinking
images receding into a seeming infinity. Reaching down, he ran both of his hands
through her hair, then pulled her closer onto him, enraptured with the exquisite
sensation of her mouth and tongue.... In time, feeling that all too familiar
tightening in his scrotum and lower belly, even as he grew weak-kneed, John knew
that he'd not be able to hold out much longer, and he didn't want to finish
alone. So he pushed her away, withdrew himself from her unrelenting caresses.
She looked up at him implor-ingly, questioning, a child whose treat had
unaccountably been taken away for no apparent reason. But as he pushed her back
onto the bed, she understood. "Come on, Janice, get on top of me, I want to
taste you," he said, and she smiled. He lay on his back, she over him, her knees
on either side of his shoulders. Gradually lowering herself, her beautiful
behind neared his face, and he could see *all, from anus to pussy, wide open,
shiny.... At the apex of the delicate floral inner lips proudly stood her little
clitoris, whilst beyond he could glimpse just a bit of her trimmed pubic hair.
All this but for a second or two, and then it was lost to his delighted gaze as
she dropped onto his mouth. Next she sank down on her own belly, towards his,
seized his throb-bing cock, and placed it once again between her lovely lips. He
felt her tongue playing with him, licking and sucking, and voluptuous feelings,
almost unbearable, shot through him, emanating from that one place, now fully
enveloped in her mouth, the center of her attention, the core of his very being.
Up and down gently she moved her head, the pressure of her tongue and palate
affording him excruciating pleasure.... Out shot his tongue in reciprocation,
seeking the expanded smoothness of her vulva, finding the full clitoris, then
thrusting into the very avenue to her womb. So for some time, they carried on
this delicious play, with mutual enthusiasm. Then he felt her backside wriggle,
and she pressed herself closer, harder against his mouth. His cock, harder and
harder, jerked upward, involun-tarily, deeper into her throat, his own hips
propelling him *into her. With a tractable fucking motion, more quickly still
she moved her mouth up and down him, and he, alternately clasping and rubbing
her buttocks, tongued rapidly the whole surface of her cunt.... His moan of
pleasure, muffled in her groin, signaled the beginning of his crisis, and with a
thrill he felt himself pulsing jet after jet into her mouth. From her again he
heard that same low guttural purring, "ummmmmm," felt the vibrato on his cock.
With another wiggling motion, she responded at once to the sensation of his
emission, and settled closer onto his mouth. His nose fairly buried in her, her
clit between his lips, he shot his tongue rapidly over it as tighter he held her
to him. He felt her tremble, then go rigid, and then her motions ceased. She lay
still, atop him, tranquil in the aftermath of pleasure, his cock still in her
mouth, his face soaked with her essence.... Then they relinquished each other,
and moved to reverse their position. So lost in rapture had they been that only
then did they realize that they were no longer alone in the bedroom. That Janice
showed no sign of shock or even mild surprise told John at once that the person
staring at them was someone she knew. Coolly, levelly, she returned the
stranger's gaze and said "Well, I should have known....how long have you been
watching us?" And John wondered *what he had gotten himself into.... With a
smile the tall, dark, stranger answered, "Long enough to know I want to join you
and your new friend. Aren't you going to introduce us?" "Sure," Janice replied,
"John, this is Jeffery." As they greeted each other, Janice could sense an
uneasiness about John. She smiled up at him and asked what was wrong. He said
that he was "just a little uncomfortable" with someone around whom he didn't
know had been there, that it might have been "nice" if Jeffery had made some
sort of noise when he entered the room.... Janice attempted to soothe him with a
gentle kiss, to which he responded a little nervously, but then seemingly John
calmed down very quickly when he learned that there was really nothing to worry
about, that Jeffery and Janice were quite good friends, and that often Jeffery
and his friend Cathy, with Janice and her partner would swap. Asking him how he
felt about that, swapping, John quickly told Janice that he had had *that sort
of encounter but once before, many years earlier, and that at the time he had
known all of the parties fairly well.... Just then another person entered the
room, wearing only a towel, having apparently just left the Jacuzzi. She
approached Jeffery, kissed him, then asked to be introduced to the "new kid on
the block." John immediately realized that this must be Cathy, who without
batting an eye took Jeffery by the hand and led him to the large bed where he
and Janice were still lying. They climbed onto the bed and started kissing each
other passionately; by this time, her towel was of course gone and she had
already removed the robe that Jeffery was wearing, dropping it to the floor.
Following her lead, John and Janice embraced and started kissing again. Very
soon all four were touching each other, caressing and kissing. Then they changed
partners, John with Cathy, Janice with Jeffery. Soon Cathy took John's hand and
led him across the room, through a door that had been obscured by the
mirrors.... This room had a totally different atmosphere from the one which they
had just left. The furnishings were French Provincial, with a four poster bed in
the middle, chiffon draping all four sides, held back by satin rope ties to the
corners of the bed. A thick plush rug carpeted the floor, soft music emanated
from hidden speakers, and burning incense candles were placed throughout the
room, itself done in shades of blue, with a hint of pink highlights. The only
similarity to the other room was the wall through which they had just entered:
it too was covered with mirrors.... Still holding his hand, Cathy led John to
the bed, turning to him to say that she certainly "approved" of Janice's taste
in men, that she was really glad that she and Jeffery had "happened by" that
evening. Seeming to know her way around very well, she pulled him down on the
bed with her. Grinning, she asked, "Would you like to see something
interesting?" Before he could answer, she reached for the light and turned it
off. At the same time, John discerned another sound, a click, some sort of
switch. She then turned him around so that he faced the mirror, *through which
he could see Jeffery with Janice in the mirrored room. Since they had not had
any interruption, had not moved from one room to another, they were already
enjoying each other. Watching Janice's mouth go down on Jeffery's thick, erect
cock, seeing his tongue dart in and out of her cunt excited John immediately,
powerfully. He pulled Cathy above him on the bed, maneuvering himself so that he
could bury his face between her legs. At the same time she took his cock into
her mouth, driving it to the back of her throat. With a motion that somehow
allowed her throat to open even more, his cock completely disappeared inside her
mouth, and he thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Just as he felt
himself starting to come Cathy moved so that she was straddling over him and
lowered herself onto him moving her body to his, grinding her hips against
him.... At that very moment, John managed to steal a glimpse into the mirror
again, to see what was going on in the next room. Only then did he realize that
Jeffery and Janice were *also able to see through the reflective glass, as he
had earlier. Surprised at himself, John was mightily aroused by this new
sensation of being on display, and he found himself wanting to make love to both
Janice and Cathy at the same time, wanting to feel both of them all over him. He
motioned to Janice, asking that she come into the room where he lay with Cathy.
In a moment she was there, leading Jeffery by the hand. After Janice climbed
into the bed with John and Cathy, she asked whether he had ever made love to two
women at the same time before. John shook his head, whereupon Janice told him to
go across the room, to the chair. "Watch us," she said, "and any time you want
to join in, why just feel free to do so." But before he left the bedside, Janice
pulled him down on the bed and kissed him hard on the lips, while Cathy began
rubbing between his legs. John then went across to the chair, to watch. Noticing
another "joint" on the table beside him, he decided that a bit more couldn't do
any harm, then walked back to the bed and offered the other three some of the
grass. They all accepted, and planted kisses on him in gratitude. Walking back
to the chair he continued to smoke, sitting on the edge of the chair, not
exactly certain how long he'd be able simply to sit and watch this activity,
already in full progress before him. But at the same time, he was not sure how
he felt about making love with two women at the same time, and both of them
making love to him. After all, this whole experience was unlike anything in his
experience. Yet on the other hand they *did seem to be having a great time. John
began to feel left out, sinking back onto the chair, his mind and eyes on the
bed, on the three of them.... It's certainly true that John's mind was filled
with a whole set of conflicting emotions when he first noticed Jeffery standing
there, a broad grin on his face. At first, he wondered if he was expected to
participate in some sort of bisexual or homosexual action, and he knew that he
was decidedly *unready* for that sort of thing. He also thought the name rather
amusing, recalling from his college days that the most famous historical
"Jeffery" was Jeffery the Censor, a Roman magistrate of the second century
before Christ, a sternly conservative official who opposed as immoral hedonism
virtually all Greek influence on the Roman Republic in short, old Jeffery was a
celebrated prude. What an inappropriate name for the seemingly unapologetic
libertine there in the room with them. "Poor old Jeffery must be spinning in his
grave," John thought, amused.... In any event, Janice's relaxed attitude, her
assurances, and finally the arrival of Cathy, went a long way toward allaying
his misgivings. He couldn't help but admire Cathy's beautiful and healthy
California body, lithe, long limbed, slim-hipped, her small firm breasts crowned
with pert nipples. Like the others, he noted that hers was an all-over tan....
So on impulse, he decided "...in for a penny, in for a pound," and reflected
that if this was the sort of thing that went on in California, well, after all,
he *was a guest in this place, and wouldn't want to offend anyone, would he? And
so he determined just to let it happen.... "California, here I *come!" Shortly
thereafter, he found myself in what Janice had laughingly described as "the
French room," his face buried in Cathy's pussy, licking and nibbling at her
labia and clitoris, while at the same time she expertly sucked, nursed, at him,
even as Janice and Jeffery mimicked their actions next door. "French room;"
indeed, he thought it aptly named.... Cathy's truly expert ministrations had him
at the edge of orgasm over and over, and he was amazed how much of him she
managed to get into her throat. Yet each time he felt that he was about to go
over the edge, she also somehow sensed it, and slowed the pace, fondling his
cock, squeezing gently, till the crisis had passed. She herself had already cum
at least twice, he felt sure, when she climbed on him, and impaled herself to
the hilt. Not moving up and down at all, she instead used her internal muscles,
milking him.... All the while, he could see Janice and Jeffery through the
glass, and by then he knew that they could see as well. It was more exciting
than anything he had ever experienced before, and he came and came, at the same
time as the others in the adjacent room.... Of course he was curious about
making love to two women at the same time, as he freely acknowledged when joined
by Janice and Jeffery in the "French room," but he was also quite conscious of
(even perhaps a little embarrassed by) his own limitations: the spirit was
willing, but the flesh was weak. "They gave an orgy, and John couldn't *cum," he
thought wryly, at least not as frequently as *this incredibly sybaritic trio....
So there he sat in the chair, a little lightheaded from the effects of the
grass, watching intently, a bit jealous if truth be told, as *both Cathy and
Jeffery made love to Janice, she nuzzling and teasing Janice's breasts (her own
hand busy between her parted legs), as he fucked her, *hard. All three of their
bodies were bathed in sweat, the bed-clothes tangled, the room suffused with the
aroma of sex.... And after he brought Janice to another quaking zenith,
incredibly, Jeffery was instantly on top of Cathy, pounding his cock into her,
her calves around his shoulders, ("Is this priapism?" John wondered), as both of
them ultimately finished at the same time, their climax heralded by a mutual
groan of release and seeming bliss.... "OK, folks, half-time," John said, joking
somewhat anxiously, and suggested that perhaps the others would like to join him
in the Jacuzzi, to which he then retreated. By now it was velvety dark outside,
the moonless starry sky providing the only light, a faint blue. He had scarcely
eased himself into the tub when the padding of bare feet behind him indicated
that he was not to be there alone for long. "Where's Jeffery?" he asked, when
just John and Cathy slipped into the tub. "Recuperating," Cathy said,
"...getting ready for the second half." "Christ," John thought to himself, "*who
is this? Ironman?" "Actually, he took a shower, and went into the kitchen for a
sandwich," Janice added, "he's not eaten anything for hours. Or, more correctly,
not eaten any *food for hours, and man does not live on pussy alone...." Moments
later, the two of them were in the tub with him, one on either side. He kissed
them alternately, faces, mouths, and breasts, and tingled at the touch of hands,
four hands, sliding slowly up the inside of his thighs toward his groin,
reaching his somewhat revivified member, stroking, kneading, cupping his balls.
His own hands were not long still, either, and he return-ed the luscious
feeling, touching both of them at the same time. He felt, they *all felt, his
vigor slowly rekindled, and then Cathy suggested that they return to the
mirrored bedroom.... John found himself wholly absorbed, intoxicated, by these
two voluptuous, appetizing women, one full bodied and fresh as the morning, the
other slim and dark, inviting as the night. The strong sexuality emanating from
both of them radiated, and gradually he began to feel rather more *equal to the
situation. All of them were still standing, as they collaborated on his arousal,
till at last his cock stood almost straight up. Then Cathy fell to her knees and
began to suck him ardently, repeating again that motion which enabled her to
wholly engulf him deep into her throat. At the same time, Janice leaned into
him, planting kisses on his mouth, eyes, and neck, as his fingers, in return,
coursed down to her pussy, which he found moist and open, her clitoris once
again protruding. Though the game became more and more impassioned, he was
determined this time to keep his "spirit" in check, in order to see it all the
way through. At last Cathy stood up, and taking his hand led him to a table
which was placed against the wall. Janice held his other hand and followed....
Cathy stood at the table for a moment, then leaned over face down, her torso
pressed into its shiny surface. "Here," she said, "take me from behind." His
cock seemed to grow merely at the sight of her well-formed backside, her
slightly parted thighs, and her pussy, which she stuck out behind her, tan-talizing,
slightly swaying her long legs. Taking a position behind her, bending his knees
a little until the level was right, he slipped slowly into her in one steady
stroke. While John made love to Cathy, Janice stood behind him, fondling his
balls, and then said, "Let's do it by turns; first one, then the other," and
placed herself beside Cathy, assuming an identical posture half atop the table.
So he withdrew from Cathy, and plunged deeply into Janice, then pulled out again
and shoved into Cathy with an equally long and deep thrust, then again into
Janice, and again into Cathy. His excitement over the two of them was maddening,
and at last he reached the point where he could have cum at any time. The two of
them, side by side, glistening wet and wide open, made him almost faint with
sheer lust. "Come," he said, "...let's get on the bed...." Seconds later they
were on the broad bed, surrounded by the mirrors. He lay on his back, and Janice
spread herself over his face, pressing her pussy down to his lips. His tongue
played over her, occasionally titillating her risen clitoris, his fingers
clutching her hips. At the same time, behind Janice, Cathy straddled him,
rubbing his cock against herself, finally sinking down upon it. She rode him,
wild with sensuality, until he had to throw her aside to avoid cumming too
quickly. "It's your turn now, Janice," he said, his voice ragged and barely
audible. Janice changed places with Cathy, and he let his tongue tease into
Cathy. She pressed her cunt down so hard that he had trouble breathing. Despite
the momentary discomfort, it was a splendid experience to note the difference
between the two women: Janice was bigger, wetter, glowing, and moved only
slightly, but was deeper and somehow more intimate than Cathy, who was smaller,
more hirsute, and less wet, but on the other hand was livelier, wilder, and more
earnest. He squeezed and fondled both of their soft yet agile bodies, and they
were a long time fucking, taking turns riding his cock, which unbelievably
retained its rigidity.... Janice had to give up first. He felt her press onto
his cock, which now seemed to plumb the very depths of her womb; from the
spasms, he could tell that her orgasm seemed to last several minutes. After
that, Janice lay down by his side, snuggling into him while Cathy mounted him,
and *screwed (there is no other word for it) with a reckless abandon, seething,
smoldering, yet at the same time explosive. Her movements quickened, and she
rode him in a frenzy, while her fingernails raked into his body. Finally it
happened, not as it had with Janice in slow, profound, and deeply consuming
waves, but rather like a cataclysm, a volcano suddenly spewing fire. She bit and
scratched at him as her little, narrow pussy reached climax and she sucked him
in and up, opening and contracting by endless turns. Then she sank forward, his
cock still buried in her.... When Jeffery returned to the bedroom about twenty
minutes later, obviously refreshed, he found them still lying there tangled in
the bed sheets. "So you started without me, eh, and now I suppose no one's
interested in the final innings?" In the same teasing tone, Janice answered:
"Oh, I think you might still be accommodated...." Whereupon he slid over to the
bed and sat leaning against the headboard, legs apart, his thick cock already
showing signs of renewed life. Jeffery watched, fascinated, as Janice reached
for him, and played gently up and down his shaft with her hand, causing him to
grow with the touch. At the same time, Cathy snaked her hand between John's
legs, and found him still hard.... Then Janice got on her knees, on the bed
between Jeffery's out-stretched legs, and encircled his rigid sex with both of
her hands. Her face was very near the engorged head, and Janice admired it,
firm, polished, smooth, tempting. Jeffery watched her. Cathy and John watched
her, too. And Janice enjoyed their combined gaze, enjoyed being in control, and
felt again a familiar stirring in her loins.... Her lips parted slightly, and
then delicately, *very delicately, she touched the tip of him with her tongue.
They watched her face, and the way her tongue flicked out repeatedly. She licked
at him gently, feline, then inserted a small part of his cock into her mouth: it
was quivering. Jeffery trembled with the pleasure Janice afforded him. Again she
kissed it, then enclosed him between her lips like some wonderful fruit, sending
shivers of delight from his sex up and into his body. A drop, milky white, sea
salty, the precursor of desire, dissolved on her tongue, and she increased the
pressure, the movements, of her tongue and lips.... Watching Janice ministering
to Jeffery at the same time that Cathy's cool fingers surrounded him was for
John almost unbearably exciting. He reached for Cathy, and began to stroke her
pussy with his hand, his eyes still locked on Janice. Then, when he moved to
push Cathy down upon her back, she said "No, wait, let's give Janice a *special
treat." Still holding onto his cock, she maneuvered John behind Janice, behind
her raised haunches. With her hand Cathy rubbed John's cock between the lips of
Janice's very wet pussy, finally guiding him into her, filling her, at the same
time that Jeffery raised his hips, that he might be consumed by her hands and
mouth. Having relinquished John, Cathy moved up on the bed, and slipped her
practiced hands beneath Janice's large breasts, cupping them, tugging lightly at
the nipples with her fingers. The triple pleasure, the intense carnality, made
Janice pant, took her breath away.... Still, John sensed that even though the
threefold delight, the intense tactility, was exciting for Janice, something was
amiss, some limit had been reached. He guessed that Janice was uneasy about
having sex with Cathy, and, recalling his own reticence when Jeffery first
appeared on the scene, John could understand her misgivings. His intuition was
confirmed when Cathy smiled at him, lasciviously running her tongue over her
lips, saying in his ear that she had been wanting to make love to Janice for a
long time, but that she, Jeffery, had never let her. Now she fully intended to
try and take advantage of the situation.... Janice overheard Cathy's whispered
remark to John. Wanting to make certain that their exquisite night together not
be spoiled by anyone's doing *anything which they preferred not to do, yet at
the same time wanting not to disappoint, Janice responded only slightly to
Cathy's overtures. Soon, how-ever, it was apparent that she had only done so in
order once more to move towards John, *noticing of course that he was again
aroused by watching her with Jeffery. As Janice moved away from Jeffery, towards
John, Jeffery pulled Cathy to him, roughly, his member rampant from the
preliminaries lavished on him by Janice's talented mouth and tongue. Janice
murmured to John that it was almost dawn, that she did not want any of the time
remaining to them to go *unfulfilled, and led him back into the other bedroom.
Closing the door behind them, drawing the drapes over the mirrored walls,
pressing another button on the headboard, she caused the mirrors in the ceiling
to recess, to be replaced by rather normal looking ceiling panels. Suddenly the
room was transformed from a den of sex, a seraglio, into a very soft, luxurious
room, very sexy indeed but in a perceptibly sensuous way, somehow softer. Janice
then took John into her arms and kissed him very deeply, longingly. They made
tender, sweet, gentle love for the remainder of the night. "This is the real
me," Janice whispered, "...that other person that I pretended to be was just for
fun and fantasy." They lay in each others arms for hours into the morning, until
the sound of a dog barking at the mailman brought them back to reality. They got
up, dressed, and went down to the kitchen for coffee before each had to pursue
separate ways, separate lives.... Janice kissed him goodbye at the door, then
watched him drive away, down the long road in the rented car. Both wondered
whether they would ever meet again. Both knew that if ever they did, they would
reminisce about the excitement of that night with Cathy and Jeffery. But both
also knew that if ever they should meet again they would spend the entire time
*alone in the luxurious, sexy, sumptuous bedroom making love in that truly
special way they had - tenderly, sweetly, gently, and passionately....
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