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It begins with a look I suppose, a nod of the head, a turn towards the stairs, towards an unseen room, and in a moment I know I'll be following them to bed, though I'll wait a few minutes while they gather their things, make arrangements, have the final powwow, but I'll follow soon enough, up those stairs and down the hall, I'll knock gently, politely, on the door, can I come in,

and when I get there she'll already be in bed, under the covers, she'll be so shy at first, and he'll be getting out of his jeans, half-hard, there'll be no shyness from him, he'll stumble out of his pants, eager as a teenager, and I'll see her eyes bending towards the floor, her hands fisting themselves under the sheets, I'll see the tandem curve of their smiles, an agreement, their agreement, and I'll know what I'm getting into just then, I'll know the vow, the promise, the technicalities of their love, I'll see this definitive outline and I'll know where I stand, and I will feel the invitation, the privilege, the luck, the luck,

and I will sidle into bed just like that, lucky, I will slip myself in next to her as he's taking off his watch, I will slip into bed with her and she'll be naked, and her eyes will lift to mine and tell me to get naked, too, and when I do, when I squirrel out of my jeans and unbutton my shirt under the sheets, dishevel myself of my bra and underwear and push the bundle of clothes to the floor, when I am naked and lying parallel exactly, it will amaze me how decisively she'll reach for my mouth, run her tongue along my lips and then dig deep, it will amaze me how in the first kiss she will unlock herself, reveal her hunger, it will astonish me how easily she will open and close her thighs around me, unshy, unshy,

and he, of course, will watch the sidelines, amused, aroused, still in an undershirt, but it won't be long before he'll dip to the curves of this bed, won't be long before he'll kiss her from behind and dart himself about her flesh, pressing into her, kneading her, and at first it will be that simple, this pressing and kneading, it'll be just for her he'll do this, and I'll be watching in some oddly voyeuristic way, I'll be kissing her yet watching somehow from the curious promontory of the polite guest, I'll begin to see how it works with them, see how fluidly he'll gather momentum, see him lifting himself from behind, then straddling her body, I'll see him sinking into her, flattening her against the sheets, I'll see his cock flattening against her pelvis, and I'll see how the rubbing will begin this way, cock against pelvis, the frenetic rubbing beginning from him, from him,

and her eyes will be closed and her mouth will be on mine, and she'll be feeling it, feeling cock against pelvis, feeling tongue against tongue, she will just want to feel it now, unseeing, and my hands will rise from the trench between her thighs and his thighs and my thighs, my hands will rise and find her breasts, I will circle her nipples with my palms, and there'll be a clenching from within her, a tightening in her torso, her mouth will harden on mine, glue itself to me, and we will be gripping each other like that, mouth, breast, palm, not even a sheet's width of space between us, not even a sheet's width of space,

and our three long bodies will hold their posture until the balance inevitably tips, until we won't fit like that anymore, I'll begin to slip off, slip away, a corner of the bedside table digging into my back, the sheets bunching, and it will feel unsexy, unsexy, and I'll decide to take action, irreverent now, I will pull myself over him, around her, I will move to the other side of the bed, and she'll follow me, her mouth like suction on mine, and he will follow me, too, still flat against her, his hand will follow me, curve around my ass, his thumb will crawl inside my cunt, insinuating, insinuating,

and this will be the first of our linkings, his cock against her, her mouth locked to my mouth, his thumb in my cunt, my palms on her nipples, we will be a tumble of flesh and bone, a tumble of flesh and bone,

and now he will definitely want to fuck her, and she will definitely want him to fuck her, and I will remember myself, despite my irreverence I will remember to be a polite guest, and I will wait for instructions, and they will be there, she'll give them to me, she'll bring my hands down to her stomach, to her hips, she'll pull at me a little, come closer, and I will unlink myself from his thumb and come closer, obedient, obedient,

and he'll make way, he'll see me start to climb up and he'll make way, a space will be made for me, and I will take it, I'll climb on top of her, flatten myself against her, he'll retreat a little, raise himself from the shins so he's barely hovering, and she'll let out a small cry as I bend to take her breast in my mouth, she'll let out this small cry of pleasure, and it will not be a cry I will recognize, it will be a cry that he recognizes, and that will be his instruction, she will raise her thighs a little and he will lift his hands to her knees and push them out, he'll lean in, thighs drawing forward, and he will start to fuck her, he'll be on his knees, cock out, and I'll be flat against her, he will start to fuck her, he will start to fuck her,

and she will let out more small cries and that's when he'll unleash his cock inside, drive it up and in for real now, real fucking now, and I'll feel the movement, too, I will in fact almost fall off because he's fucking her like that, with raw, gravelly speed, and I'll have to right myself, drive my knees into the mattress, put the backs of my feet on the top of his thighs as he's fucking, I'll have to right myself, to right myself,

and I will feel like a mast on a ship, finding the equilibrium of us, I will feel like the pivot point of us even though she is the real pivot point, she is the hinge on which we're resting, with his cock barreling into her, with my mouth moist on her breasts, we'll be orbiting around her, orbiting,

and even though he could come at any minute he will stop fucking her now, he won't want to come yet, won't want this to be it, and that will be alright with us, we're all a little bit drunk and restless, and so when he stops fucking her, we'll each reevaluate, consider the options, shift slightly, she'll swipe at the hair in her eyes, I'll unstick myself from her skin, he'll take his cock out of her, give a "holy fuck" for emphasis, for humor, for encouragement, there will sighing, a giggle, adjustments, adjustments,

and she'll open her eyes and squirm out from under us, her hands against the mattress, she'll give a tiny, almost imperceptible grunt and we will move aside, he to her right and I to her left, she will put a palm against his chest, stay, stay, and she'll overtake me then, there'll be the surprise of her body turning over and looming, gargantuan, above mine, and I will surrender to the shadow of her torso, surrender to her long hair when it falls on my face and bathes me with curls, I will close my eyes for real this time, close them to the bedside light, I will close my eyes to this and enter, quietly, into the small center of myself, I will enter into the small center of myself,

and she will begin to kiss my neck, and he will begin to kiss my mouth, they will both be kissing me, and I will not be able to be quiet much longer, my back will arch involuntarily, meaningfully, and he will stop and edge down to where my thighs intersect, and he will divide the intersection with his tongue, and she'll be kissing me, splaying my mouth with her tongue, and he will splaying my cunt with his tongue, and I will lie back unquietly and let them do this, let them open me like this,

and I will not protest when his elbow digs into my hip, I will not protest when a curl of her goes into my mouth, I will not protest the weight, the heat of them, on me, I will not protest because my eyes will be closed to these small inconveniences, I will give myself to them, invited, lucky guest, I will open into this opening, though I'll forget the precise rules of guestly etiquette, in my unquietness I will forget, and rise towards the vortex of their bodies, and this is when he will remember the rules, this is when he'll remember the vow, the promise, the technicalities, this is when he'll remember her, and he won't be the one to fuck me, he will know this, they will know this, she will know this, she'll be the one, she'll be the one,

and she'll snake down my torso with her tongue, and kiss at my stomach, my navel, my hip, and I will be unquiet again, and then she'll disappear somewhere I can't imagine her to be, and he'll move aside, he will move aside to watch this, he will move aside, unclasp from me though he will leave fingers there, he will leave fingers in me and then make way, and then I will feel her there, I will feel her there,

I will feel her mouth crawl to me, I will feel her tongue tipping into my cunt, and I will, for a split second, leap at the touch, the strange touch of her tongue on my cunt, and I will, for a split second, leap at the memory, the touch, of his fingers, his tongue, in my cunt, and I will worry that she and I and he will not mean this, worry that we'll be awkward in the morning, awkward awkward, every morning awkward after this, but I'll let it go, have to, I'll let it go, I'll let this ambiguous, hinging moment go because we will not be ambiguous at all, we will not be ambiguous at all,

and he will watch with beautiful restraint as she fucks me with her mouth, he will gaze into the telescopic horizon of her as she launches into me with her unambiguous touch, and I'll reach for her hair, unambiguous, I will reach for her shoulders, for something of her, and for something of him, I will want to reach for something of him, too, my thighs will close around his fingers, unambiguous, my hands will clutch a swath of her curls, I will want to somehow say thank you, a polite guest I will want to express this gratitude, I'll want to make any humble gesture, small gift, towards such voluminous hospitality, and instead I'll cry out, I will cry this gratitude out loud, I will cry out to both of them, and the world under my eyelids will explode into tiny splashes of color, galaxies being born, a blackness re-invented, and from this new, pixelated dark I will hear the alto chorus of our breathing, a song of brief and feverish harmony.

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It's a balmy August night in the city, the kind where you try getting away with as little clothing as possible. The air conditioning in the restaurant is going full-blast, and I can see your nipples harden through your barely-there sundress, a series of goose bumps forming along your perfect, alabaster skin. Because we are waiting for the guest you've invited, I fight the urge to lean over the table and kiss the ones where your neck and shoulder meet.

You can tell I'm nervous, and soon I feel a reassuring, finely manicured hand on my knee. I feel hot for a second again, getting warmer as it slides upward, and finally your index finger is teasing my lips. I moisten so quickly, I smile and look down into my drink.

"Good girl," you whisper, your full, blood-red lips widening into a grin. "No panties, just like he asked."

Your finger is inside me when he walks in, tall and gorgeous just like you said he was, and I twitch around you. Across the crowded room, your eyes lock with his, and I watch you withdraw your finger and bring it up to your tongue. I know instantly that this was also done upon his request.

He walks to our table, kisses you on the cheek, then takes my hand. Instead of shaking it, he circles my wrist, rubbing little circles at the pulse point, sending a shock through my arm, ending between my legs. He asks if we are ready to go, and you nod. He drops a pile of bills on the table for the check, and before I know it, one of his hands is at my elbow and the other is on your high, round ass, ushering us outside.

Back in the heat, I feel my skin dampen. He hails a cab and soon we're piling into the back seat, and he props me partially onto his lap for a better fit. Mesmerised, I watch a single drop of sweat drop from your chin into your cleavage. He watches me watching you, touching my bare shoulder.

"Go ahead," he says, softly yet authoritatively. "Clean her up."

I look into his steel-blue eyes, and I want nothing more than do to exactly what he wants. One glance at your beautiful face tells me you want it, too. I run my tongue slowly between your soft breasts, tasting and smelling your salty sweetness. Instantly, I feel him stiffen against my back.

"Can you feel that," he asks in my ear. "Spread your legs and kiss her."

I do as I'm told, sucking lightly on your tongue and parting my legs for his two, thick fingers. Thankfully, I'm wet enough to receive them, though something tells me he wouldn't have taken no for an answer, anyway. In this small, enclosed space, I can smell your arousal, mixed in with our perfumes and my own musk. He begins to thrust his fingers deeper into me as I make my way from your mouth to your neck, biting you playfully here and there. We continue like this for several blocks, until he tells you to show us your pussy. You break away, obliging him, revealing a sweet, pink slit already glistening with your juices.

"You want to taste that, don't you?" He whispers. "Look at how perfect she is." Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust of fingers inside me, ending in his thumb on my clit. I'm so charged, after three simple strokes and the sight of you open and ready for my tongue, I come, shivering through the heat, feeling a bit like a puppet on his lap. He can make us do whatever he wants us to do.

Finally, we're in front of the hotel, my first steps a bit weak from the journey. In the elevator on the way to the top suite, he lifts your skirt, sinks to his knees and teases you open again. Your green eyes roll upwards, a small moan escaping your mouth. You reach out and dig your nails into my forearm, and I know that you're well on your way. Then, all of a sudden, he gets back to his feet, wraps his strong arm around my waist, and plunges his tongue into my mouth, leaving one hand between your legs. I hear you shudder against him as I suck you off his tongue, squeezing your hand and feeling the current between us grow stronger. I want you, I want him. I want him inside you.

Once in the suite, he looks us both up and down, a small smile on his face.

"Undress, both of you," he says. You and I exchange an excited glance. "Now."

We stand together, our warm skin touching, while he takes us in. "Turn around so I can look at you," he commands, and we obey. I can almost feel his eyes resting on the cleft of my ass, the moving on to yours, noticing the spread of freckles on the smooth skin just above. I think about the many, many times I have kissed those freckles while pleasuring you with my fingers, or our toys, and I desperately want him to direct us to the bed.

He walks to the bar, retrieving an ice cube from the bucket, and passes it to you. "It looks as though she needs cooling off," he whispers. "I want you to make her comfortable while I watch."

I lay on the enormous bed, waiting for you. I feel your long, dark hair sweep along my breasts as you put the ice cube in your mouth and kiss me very lightly on the lips. The cold water mixed with your saliva sends a shiver up my spine, and you run your lips down, down, past my neck, and over my nipples, which respond immediately, becoming hard. Soon, the ice cube has melted, but you still suck and bite at them, a move you know sends me into fits. Instinctively, I grab your hand and guide it towards my warm, open slit, needing to feel your expert fingers on my clit.

"Not yet," I hear from the corner of the room. I look up to see he has unbuttoned his pants, revealing a raging erection. He is big, a treat for us, as you had explained earlier. I watch him stroke himself as he stares at your perfect, apple-shaped ass. Our eyes meet for just a moment, and he tells you to make me come with your mouth.

You slide your tongue from my nipples, over my stomach and soon it is lapping at my lips, flitting over them and driving me wild. I watch him approach you, lick his fingers and insert them into your tight, wet hole. I feel your head tense a bit, your tongue frozen for the second of first impact, then continuing to ravage me, poking in and out of my cunt and slowly making its way towards my growing clit.

The harder he pokes you, the more intensely you suck my button, and when he finally slides his huge, engorged cock into you from behind, you bite down slightly in pleasure and surprise. I have never come so quickly before. I shake and moan, as I watch him grab a handful of your ass and spank it, encouraging you further. My clit is so sensitive that you know to start again slowly, small rings around my lips with the occasional flick against it.

"It's your turn now," he says into your neck, withdrawing himself. You and I switch places, my juices running down my leg as I assume the position. I bury myself in your beautiful box as I feel his hard-on slide easily into my pussy. He is large, but I am so switched on that I'm growing wetter and wetter. I clench around his shaft, feeling your hands push down on my head, your fingers tangling themselves in my hair.

"She tells me that you like a cock in your ass," he says after a few minutes of pounding me. I moan my agreement while clamping your clit between my lips and blowing, riding your orgasm out. "You're too excited...I think I'm going to have to do it."

And then he's inside my tight hole, slamming into my ass, reaching around and fingering me at the same time. I didn't think it was possible, but I come yet again—the combination of his dick, his fingers and your delicious pussy sending me over the edge. I can't help but scream out, earning a smile from you since I am usually so quiet. Seeing me that excited makes you delirious as well, and I feel you spasm and contract around my lips and tongue again.

He orders us both on our backs, telling us he wants us both covered in his cum. He smacks me once on the ass as he stops drilling me. We comply, side by side, as he leans over us, stroking himself in quick, short motions. Seconds later, he spurts his warm, white cum in two waves—one on my tits and one on yours. He takes his hands and rubs it slowly and methodically over our nipples.

"Now kiss," he says, leaving the bed, and returning to the chair in the corner. You smile at me, seeing the mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy on my face. I thank you silently with my eyes, for bringing him to us and realizing yet another fantasy.

As I open my mouth for you, I can't help but think about our guest, and when he'll be visiting us again.

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Anybody who knows me will tell you I'll do almost anything. I draw the line at skydiving and waterboarding during sex. Otherwise, I'll go with the crowd. If a dozen people I know all decide to go camping in the Rockies in January, I'm there.

This can be a dangerous habit. On the other hand, it can open up opportunities to explore some things I normally wouldn't do.

Such was the case last weekend when I was invited by my friend Christine to attend a party with her. Christine is the manager of a bank across town from me. I'm an assistant manager and rely on her wisdom quite often in making decisions. We were hired at the same time and have been friends since orientation.

She's thirty two, absolutely gorgeous and very down-to-earth. Other than being close to the same age, we have nothing in common.

We met for lunch the Saturday before the party because Christine wanted to give me some 'background information' about the people that would be there. I thought that was a little strange, but always enjoy being with her, so I agreed to meet.

"Wait until you see this place," Christine said soon after we were seated. Her blue eyes widened as the excitement in her voice rose. "The house is a mansion and there aren't any neighbors for about half a mile in each direction. There are trees everywhere. You really feel like you're totally isolated, but in a good way."

We ordered our food, then Christine continued.

"I wanted to tell you about this group of people." She leaned forward a little as if nobody around us was allowed to hear what she had to say. "Rachel, I can pretty much guarantee you've never been to a party like this. Maybe I'm wrong, but I think you would have told me by now."

Christine had a nasty habit of pausing for effect when she was telling me something interesting. Normally she wouldn't go on until I answered. This time I just said, "You're probably right."

"This place has a huge pool and an awesome hot tub. You can get like a dozen people in it, if you want to sit on somebody's lap." Her smile widened. "Anyway, it won't take long for most of the women to start laying around the pool topless to work on their tans. Most of them will get into the hot tub that way, too."

So far I hadn't heard anything that would classify this crowd as abnormal. Christine had told me that they were all about our age, with some of the spouses being a few years younger and older. Lots of my friends sunbathed topless. No big deal.

"It's when the party starts moving inside the house that it gets interesting," she said. "The rooms upstairs will be busy. The unwritten rule is that the doors must stay open. Rachel, you'll see all kinds of stuff up there."

She paused. I ate my salad.

"On the main level is the pink room. We call it that because only women are allowed in. I want to take you in there, but it's totally up to you, Rachel. And then there's the basement."

This time we would have sat there all day if I hadn't said anything. "What's in the basement?" I had to ask.

"My God, Rachel." Christine would have been ON the table if she leaned any closer. "There's stuff down there you've never dreamed of. Nobody gets hurt, so don't worry about that. But...geez, Rachel, I get wet just thinking about it. Please tell me you'll at least let me take you down there."

"Well, I guess. You're going to anyway," I said with a tinge of mockery. "So, tell me—are you saying I might have sex at this thing?"

She finally leaned back in her chair. "If you don't, we need to talk."

"With just about anybody I meet?"

"It's up to you. Rachel, there's going to be people crawling all over you. You're so adorable, you'll have your pick," Christine said.

"Yeah, right. If I'm topless in that hot tub and you're next to me, nobody will even know I'm there."

"Stop it. It'll be fun. Trust me. Now let me tell you about a couple people in particular."

Now she had my attention. I liked details and I sensed I was about to get some juicy tidbits about people I'd be meeting. This would be good.

"Justine O'Toole will probably be there. She's just the cutest little thing. If I can get her away from David Keane long enough, I want her to take you to the pink room. God, Rachel. She's the one that introduced me to that room and I'll never forget it. I've never met anyone, male or female, that knew what buttons to push like she did. She's got real cute reddish hair and a great little body."

Christine and I had a couple lesbian experiences under our belts, but always as part of threesomes with guys. Neither of us actively sought out other women for sex. But I trusted her judgment when it came to her friends.

"You are not allowed to leave that party without being with Justine first," Christine ordered.

"Well, OK," I said. "Who else is there?"

"Roy the toy guy."

"Roy the toy guy?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yep. He'll be downstairs," Christine explained. "He's a workout freak. He's got the body of a world class athlete, and the cock of a stud horse. Once he works you over with one of his many toys, you'll be begging him to fuck you in every hole you've got."

Watching and hearing Christine practically whisper over the table to me so nobody could hear her was about the sexiest thing I'd done in months.

"You'll do things with him you never dreamed of doing, Rachel."

I'm one of the world's great fantasizers, so I was anxious to find out what Roy the toy guy could teach me. At the same time, I was a little doubtful of Christine's version of what the day would be like.

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Right up until the time Christine was pulling the car into the long, tree-lined driveway on the day of the party, I was skeptical. I was going to be the stranger, the outsider. Undoubtedly, cliques had been formed from parties in the past. Besides, my plain looks compared to Christine didn't help my self-esteem. I'd be ugly Betty attending a party of Playboy bunnies. No amount of alcohol could probably make a man, or woman, choose me over the people Christine said would be at this party.

It didn't help when we walked up to the house and passed luxury car after luxury car.

"I hope there's no cover charge. I won't be able to afford it," I said to Christine.

She laughed. "No cover charge. Just be yourself, Rachel. You're with friends, remember."

Christine rang the doorbell and we waited impatiently. I checked my beach bag one last time. Christine had suggested I pack my swimming stuff in a separate bag, so I had my tiniest bikini and a single towel shoved in the bottom. I could only imagine what miniscule little suit Christine had packed in her bag.

Finally, the door swung open and a good-looking guy in a tank top and shorts invited us in. He kissed Christine, who then introduced me. I got a polite handshake, but didn't take it as a personal affront. After all, I WAS the outsider.

She was right about the house. It was magnificent, and I was just in the entranceway. A chandelier hung above us, with long hallways heading in three directions. Wonderful paintings hung at perfectly spaced intervals. Natural wood floors reflected the soft lighting flawlessly.

"You know where everything is," our host said to Christine. "Almost everyone's here, so feel free to mingle and let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Bob. I'm sure everybody will love Rachel. I'm really excited she agreed to come," Christine said.

"We're glad to have her," he said, smiling at me and doing a quick scan of my body with his eyes.

I smiled back shyly as Christine led me down the main hall a few steps behind Bob. The sounds of people talking and laughing came from all around us. My head turned back and forth as I tried to steal a look inside each den, library and living room that we passed.

"I want to check out back first. Is that OK?" Christine asked.

"Sure. Whatever you say."

We had entered a huge dining room with a long table covered with snacks and food. Several people were working their way around the table as we passed by. Christine seemed to know all of them, but didn't stop to introduce me. The people were casually dressed, but nobody was naked or having sex amid the desserts, as I had envisioned it based on Christine's description.

Finally, we came to the double sliding glass doors that led us to the deck. That's when things began to change. The noise level increased and the amount of clothing decreased. The first few people I saw were all in bathing suits. The women, especially, seemed intent on showing as much skin as possible, although everybody still had both pieces on.

I heard men and women calling out Christine's name. I just put on a smile and followed her onto the deck.

"Let me introduce you to a few people and then we'll work our way down to the pool," Christine said, leaning back so I could hear her. We were on the upper level of a multi-level deck—how many levels, I couldn't tell, yet. I looked out over the railing and down onto the pool area and never-ending lawn. People were everywhere.

I was introduced to men and women, almost all gorgeous. My self-esteem insecurity raised its ugly head, but I kept convincing myself Christine wouldn't have brought me if I didn't belong. But I still wondered. I also felt a little awkward fully dressed among all the sunbathers and partiers.

We walked down one flight of steps. Still, we were not at the bottom. I met more people and we walked down one more flight.

Now we were getting somewhere. In the corner of the deck was a huge, sunken hot tub. I've been on lots of cruises with much smaller hot tubs than this one. And the crowd around us was equally impressive. People were standing or sitting in every square inch of room. Christine and I barely managed to get from one cluster of people to another. But we inched our way towards the hot tub regardless.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Christine said.

I was about ready to ask her, 'Warn me about what?', when I looked into the hot tub. Three of the four women in the tub were topless. I assumed the two men had suits on, but I couldn't tell because of the swirling water. I watched the water churn up and around the three sets of exposed breasts. It really WAS an erotic sight for somebody like me not used to seeing much public nudity.

"Christine!" one of the topless women yelled out. "Come on in!"

"Ah, not quite yet, Megan. I just got here," Christine explained. "Everybody, this is Rachel."

She touched my arm and everyone in the tub welcomed me. I tried not to be too obvious in my attempts to answer the question about the guys having suits on, at the same time saying 'Hi'.

"You're coming back to join us, right Rachel?" one of the guys asked. "There's room right here." He barely moved to the side and motioned at the tiny space next to him.

"Reserve it for me," I said. His attention was soon taken by one of the half naked ladies next to him.

"C'mon, Rachel," Christine said. "Let's get to the pool and change into our suits."

It sounded like a good idea and we walked down one more level. Finally on the grass, we headed for the mammoth pool area. Elegant tile flooring rimmed the pool, with lounge chairs everywhere. Very few were empty, but Christine managed to find two together and we laid out our towels. I was still taking in the surroundings, checking out the tables and umbrellas, not to mention the people sitting at them.

"Let's change," Christine said, taking my hand and leading me toward a small hut-like structure with a thatched roof. When we got there, one of the two small doors was open.

"We'll have to share," she said.

I followed her in and we began to change into our bathing suits. It had been a while since I saw Christine naked. Being so close to her in that hut reminded me of how sensational her body was. Eventually, we had our bikinis on and were heading back to the chairs.

"What do you want to drink?" Christine asked. "They can make margaritas if you want one."

She knew I had a weakness for them.

"Sure. That would be great."

A couple minutes later we were laying back in our lounge chairs, sipping margaritas and talking to friends. If that's all we did all day it would have been OK with me. But watching the people around the pool—and IN the pool—beginning to get a little 'friendlier' with each other hinted at more to come than just talking.

When it was just Christine and I alone for a second, she leaned over and said, "It won't be long before the real action begins. When I see the first clue, I'll let you know."

I took that to mean topless in the hot tub was not a clue.

"How'd this all get started, anyway? I mean, whose idea was it?" I asked.

"It started with Bob and his wife. He's the guy who met us at the door," Christine said. "They began swapping spouses with two other couples. Then they all invited friends to join them. They decided to cap it at about fifty or sixty people, but we're all allowed to bring a guest if we want. Right now we all trust each other. They don't want it getting so big we don't feel safe."

"Who pays for all this?" I said, holding up my drink.

"Oh, Bob gets most of it. He can afford it. But the 'regulars' all pitch in a little each time, too."

"Do I owe you anything?" I asked.

Christine just laughed. "No, of course not. Just enjoy yourself."

I looked around the pool again and couldn't help but notice an attractive woman sitting in the lap of a man across the pool from us. Her legs hung over the sides of their lounge chair. The man lay on his back, but was tilted up enough so that his face was at her chest level. The couple was far enough away that I couldn't make out details, but there was no doubt that the topless woman was letting the man suck on, or lick, her breasts.

I was mesmerized by the scene. I'd seen other people have sex before, but this was different. This was 'in your face' voyeurism at its best. The people around them talked, sunbathed or ate as if nothing was happening. Meanwhile, the topless woman squirmed with pleasure as the man under her continued to work on her tits.

I felt my pussy react with involuntary contractions and a noticeable buildup of moisture. I wanted to touch myself, or play with my nipples. Instead, I just stared. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled my eyes away.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

The words stunned me back to life. I looked over at Christine. She was smiling at me wickedly.

"That's the least of what you'll see today," she said, taking a sip of her margarita.

"You must think I'm a total idiot," I said.

"Nope. I did the same thing the first time. You'll get used to it."

I looked at the couple again. The woman had climbed off the chair and was sitting in one next to the man, her back to me. It appeared as if her hands were on, or near, his lap. But I couldn't tell.

"It must be hot knowing people are watching," I said.

"Very," Christine replied. She, too, was now gazing at the couple.

The pool was between us and the pair making out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another couple in the water, leaning against the edge of the pool in the deep end. Water was up to their necks, yet their actions were quite apparent. The woman was pressed firmly against the man, who seemed to be holding her up by the ass or waist. The sun's reflection on the water concealed their bodies.

"God, Christine. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take," I confided.

She laughed. "Just wait."

The sound of women laughing turned my attention to the side. A group of about six women, half of them sitting and half of them standing, were talking loudly with the center of attention being an incredibly sexy woman in a bright red bikini. The suit highlighted her burgundy colored hair. The more I looked the harder it was to take my eyes off her.

Clearly, the other women were drawn to her as well and, although I couldn't hear what they were saying, she seemed to be the one carrying the conversation. She didn't have the largest breasts at the party by any means, but the overall effect of her petite frame was stunning. So the combination of looks and personality seemed to make her a popular guest.

"Do you like her?" Christine asked.

"Uh, yeah." Once again, she caught me staring.

"Want to meet her?"

I felt my pulse quicken. "Sure."

Christine put her drink down, rose to her feet and leisurely walked over to the group I was watching. I saw them chatting for a minute, then Christine was talking to the pretty redhead. Soon, both of them were heading my way.

Now that the woman was standing and a little closer, I could admire her body even more. There was no doubt why she was so well-liked.

Finally, they were standing next to me.

"Rachel, I want you to meet Justine. Justine, this is my friend Rachel."

So THIS was Justine O'Toole of pink room fame. "Hi," I said. "Nice to meet you."

"Hi, Rachel. Why doesn't it surprise me that Christine would show up with such a pretty guest."

I'm not real good at accepting compliments, especially when I'm in awe of the person giving it to me. I smiled and said 'thanks'.

Christine found a chair for Justine while I sat on the edge of my lounger. Up close, Justine was even more attractive. She didn't have the perfect tan so many of the other people had, but I blamed that on her red hair. Justine made up for it with flawless skin and wonderful, gentle curves in just the right places.

We talked for a few minutes and Justine filled me in on some of the more interesting people within sight. She pointed out David Keane who I remembered Christine talking about in the restaurant.

"I hate to lead other women to him," Justine said with a grin, "but if you get the chance, spend some time with him. You won't regret it."

Her meaning was clear, which intrigued me considering what Christine had told me about her.

"Justine, I told Rachel you might show the pink room to her. Do you think you'll have time?" Christine asked.

I saw Justine's eyes travel down my body and back up. The inspection was quick, but thorough.

She smiled. "Oh, I think I have time right now."

The words were music to my ears.

"Great. Rachel, you ready?" Christine said.

I replied, "Let's go."

We began to weave through the crowd. Christine leaned back and whispered to me, "The fun's about to begin."

This must have been the clue we were waiting for and the butterflies in my stomach confirmed as much. We entered the house through a ground-level door, then made our way up to the first floor. It was even more crowded—and louder—than when Christine and I first arrived. A couple women were topless, but that hardly shocked me anymore.

We entered one of the many hallways in the house. Justine led the way, with Christine and I close behind. We passed two open rooms before coming to a closed door with a pink ribbon hanging from the doorknob. We were there.

Justine gently opened the door, looked back at us with a smile, and escorted us inside.

There were two double beds along the wall on the right. The one closest to the door was empty. The one closest to the window wasn't. In the middle of the bed, on top of the pink bedspread, were two naked women in the sixty-nine position. The room was silent except for the sounds of their lovemaking.

Two women were standing at the foot of the bed holding hands, watching intently. Another couple sat on a couch to our left. They were all dressed, either in swimming suits or shorts and t-shirts.

I refocused on the naked bodies entwined on the bed. They appeared to be middle-aged women, a blonde and a brunette. As I was becoming accustomed to, neither one had an ounce of fat anywhere, but they weren't supermodels either. Just above-average women enjoying each other...or so the sounds indicated.

The blonde was on top and her flowing hair somewhat obscured our view of her mouth working on the brunette's pussy. However, we could plainly see the brunette working her tongue in and out of the blonde's slit, occasionally moving up to lick her clit.

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Sam strode through the door and out to the pool deck. I spun around on the couch up into a sitting position and looked at him, my eyes wide with terror.

‘I’m dead, I know it.’

With a cold, hard expression on his face, he walked right up to Renee’

“Looks like you two have been having quite the time!” he said in a loud, curt voice.

Renee’ began to sob.

“Oh Sam, you don’t understand.’

“Oh, I understand, alright. Get rid of old Sam, so you can fuck the guitar teacher! My God, Renee’, it sounds like a bad romance novel! Do you think I’m stupid?”

I said nothing; having just in the last, few seconds become a religious man.

‘God, please get me out of this one, and I’ll be good!’

He stood in front of Renee’, his hands on his hips, glaring down at her, every once in a while she looked at me in disgust.

“I see now why you wanted these lessons. I guess my cock isn’t good enough. You need several to make you happy, Renee’.”

He was beet red with anger and growing more so as each minute went by. I thought about trying to leave, but found myself frozen with fear, sitting there, naked, caught like a child with my hand in a cookie jar. Renee’ continued to sob, and began to speak in a choked, unintelligible voice that I could barely understand.

“Oh Sam! I never meant to hurt you! It’s just that, well, you’re never here, and when you are you’re so cold and distant. I’ve been so lonely, Sam.”

He grew silent now, and looked down at his wife, a blank, cold expression on his face.

“I can’t believe you would go to this length, Renee’. I’ve been a good husband to you. I’ve given you a good life, this house, all of your nice things. How do you repay me? By being a slut, by fucking the first guy that comes along. I just can’t believe it. I knew something was up tonight, you know. I left for my flight, and I definitely had the feeling that something was wrong.”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked toward the door, his back to us. He grabbed the back of a pool chair and pulled it back toward us. He placed it about 6 feet in front of the couch, facing us, and sat down in it. He continued to speak.

“I was angry when I found out that my flight had been cancelled, but, deep inside of me, I was a little relieved, because I couldn’t shake this gnawing feeling that something was wrong. I drove back here, and parked down the street, away from the house. I made my way around the house, being very quiet. I looked through that window right there. You were sucking this man’s cock, Renee’. I saw the whole thing. I watched you fuck him with that slut pussy of yours.”

Renee’ just looked at him, her mouth open.

“You were spying on me?”

“Yes, I was. It was really quite entertaining, Renee’.

To say that I was extremely uncomfortable at this point would be a dramatic understatement. At this point, I just wanted to escape with my life. I decided to speak up.

“Umm, Sam, I’ll tell you what. I’m just going to go, ok?”

He looked at me, a half smile forming on his face.

“You’re not going anywhere, my friend. I’ve just begun with you. Patrick Stephens, professional musician, and teacher extraordinaire. You have some interesting techniques, don’t you, son?”

I looked away in shame.

He continued.

“I checked you out, Patrick, the first day you were here. I know where you live, what you do, where you play. Do you realize the damage I could do to your career if I wanted? The way I look at it, you owe me. You’ve taken my wife, filled her with your seed. How do you feel about that, Patrick?”

I looked at him directly, feeling a twinge of uncomfortable anger. I thought about telling him that Renee’ had completely seduced me, but as I considered this, I glanced at her. She was a quivering mess, tears streaming down her face, and I felt a wave of compassion for her.

“Look, Sam. It’s obvious that you and Renee’ are having problems, so why don’t you just let me back out and I won’t bother either of you any more.”

Sam stared at both of us for a long time, not talking, just shaking his head, an angry, tight- lipped expression on his face. To say that I was embarrassed and scared, sitting there in the raw would be a dramatic understatement!

Gradually, a change seemed to overtake him. Sam broke his gaze, and lowered his head into his hands in a seeming gesture of resignation. I took this opportunity to glance at Renee. She was still crying, her eyes red and swollen, and her whole body quivering with fear. I felt another wave of pity for her. My eyes fell to her body, and focused on her heaving breasts. For a fleeting second I forgot about the situation and admired their shape; the protruding nipples, the large, dark areoles around them, and the perfect, pear shaped firmness that was rare in a woman her age.

‘What was I thinking?’

I turned my gaze from them and focused on the dark form of Sam, who still sat there motionless, his head still buried in his hands. After a few minutes, he raised his head and stared directly into my eyes, and began to talk in a low voice.

“She’s good, isn’t she, Patrick.”

“What?” I said, incredulous.

“She’s good. A good fuck.”

“Sam, please.” I said.

“Just admit it. She’s hot.”

“SAM!” Renee cried. “Stop it!”

He continued his voice an even monotone.

“Is his cock better than mine, Renee?”

She started to cry audibly.

“Patrick, I want you to do something for me. Slide over to her.”

“Sam,” I protested.

“Do it now.”

The way that he said this scared me even more. I slowly slid over toward Renee, my bare buttocks squeaking on the vinyl material of the couch.

“Put your hand on her leg. Feel that soft skin. Do it now.”

I looked at Renee and our eyes met. We could see the fear and confusion in each other’s eyes. She almost imperceptibly shook her head as if telling me to do as he said. I hesitated, then reluctantly reached out and place my open hand on the tender skin of her leg.

Sam continued with his instructions.

“Spread her knees apart.”

I placed my hand on the inside of her leg and gently pulled it toward me. Renee spread both legs apart. I could feel her trembling.

“Touch her pussy, Patrick. I know you want to. Stroke it.”

I looked at Sam hard, trying to see any indication of what was going on in this unpredictable man’s mind. He just glared back at me, that same stern expression on his face. I slowly moved my hand along the soft flesh of her legs and encountered her soft pubic hair. I noticed that it was still damp from our earlier love -making. I placed my fingers flat across her opening and began to stroke her slowly, up and down. I heard a small, almost inaudible sigh come from her soft lips, and she slid her ass out more on the couch, affording me better access.

‘What the hell am I doing?’

I heard a sound come from Sam. I turned my head to him, and found him unfastening his pants. He opened them and raised his ass up off the chair, sliding them down to his thighs. His hard cock bounced out and jutted straight up angrily. He stared at us, a strange expression on his face, and wrapped his fingers around it. He slowly started to massage it, up and down. I then made the obvious observation that this situation had just taken a very strange turn indeed.

‘He’s being turned on by this!’

I turned my head away from this bizarre sight, and looked at Renee. I continued to stroke her pussy more firmly now, and could feel her wetness increasing. I started to feel hot and prickly, the blood rushing to my face, my cock feeling a very familiar twitch of arousal.

“Patrick, I want you to get on your knees and eat my wife’s pussy. Do it now.”

I looked at him sharply. Sam was stroking himself, his hand gripping his hardness, the bulbous, swollen head showing prominently above his fingers. I knew from his expression that there was no turning back now, that I was forced to do exactly as he said, so I slid to the floor on my knees in front of Renee. I pushed her long legs further apart, bending her knees back. I placed both hands on her thighs and pulled her torso further out on the couch. I bent my head down and extended my tongue to her soft, wet pubic hair. I found her pussy lips and pushed my probing tongue in between them, parting them. I heard her emit a gasp of pleasure.

‘Oh, I love this taste so much.’

I felt her body involuntarily spasm as my tongue searched her moist womanhood. Throwing all caution to the winds, I began to run my hands over her thighs, pushing my head further in between her legs and inhaling the musty scent of her pussy. I heard a noise from behind me, and was soon aware that Sam was now standing there over us. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was there. I could hear the sounds of his masturbation, the soft slapping sound of his hand manipulating his hardness.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she, Patrick. Renee has a nice warm, wet pussy. I haven’t shared her with another man, but you have forced my hand, so I am going to enjoy this. You and I are going to give this little slut what she craves for!”

I was becoming very aroused now. The stress of the day’s events seemed to have sharpened all of my senses to peak level. My cock was as hard as a rock, sticking straight out there between my legs. Renee shifted her body slightly forward on the couch. I looked up for a moment, and saw that she had taken Sam’s prick into her hands, and was licking the head. She licked it all over once like a lollipop, every so often pulling her head away a few inches to blow on it softly. As she did this, I saw a little ribbon of pre-cum hanging between the tip of its purple head and her sweet lips. She then took the entire head into her mouth and began to suck it.

I felt the gooseflesh on her skin as she shivered with pleasure at the ministrations of my tongue on her clit. She moaned softly, making a humming sound as Sam slid his cock in and out of her mouth. I felt faint at this sight, the arousal almost overtaking me completely. For the first time I realized that, Sam was completely naked. Renee reached up with her free hand and gently cupped his swollen scrotum, kneading it slowly as she sucked, playing with his balls.

Sam groaned with pleasure.

“Patrick, stand up here. She needs to suck us both.”

I slowly raised myself to a standing position next to him, my hard cock sticking straight out and bumping against Renee’s swollen cheek. She removed her hand from Sam’s balls and wrapped it around my swollen member. As she slowly slid the loose skin back and forth, I closed my eyes and moaned. She then released his cock from her mouth and moved her head to mine, licking the end of it up and down in a rapid motion. She looked up at me, and I could see that, for the moment her fear had dissipated, replaced by the absolute lust of the moment. I saw passionate desire in those eyes, and I started to feel it, too. She parted her lips and took my cock into her wet, warm mouth. I closed my eyes, and pushed my hips forward. I heard her choke slightly as she took it all the way into her throat, so I pulled back slightly. I placed my hands on her head and stroked her soft hair as her mouth sent me to paradise. I knew that I was close to Cumming, so I stopped rocking back and forth. She looked up at me with those eyes, and I could see that she understood. She pulled her head back, freeing my glistening wet cock from her mouth.

“Ahh, Patrick,” Sam said, “I think I know what little Renee wants now.”

At this, she looked down, as if ashamed of her own arousal. Sam took hold of her arm, and gently pulled her up to a standing position. She would not look at him, even as he massaged her erect nipples with his fingers. She looked at me, and I did not break the gaze. Our eyes melted together.

Sam continued.

“All right, you little slut. Lay down on the couch, on your back.”

She let herself fall to the couch, at once turning her head to the back cushion. She spread her legs wide, one foot up on the couch, one on the floor. I looked down at her, and took my swollen member into my hand, stroking it at the sexy sight before me. Sam immediately took his place between her legs, and began to prod his swollen cock at her opening. Finding the wet hole, he slid into her in one motion. She let out a little yell almost sounded like pain, and grabbed his forearms with her hands. She pushed her torso against him as he quickly began to thrust into her. Sam was moaning her name as he fucked her hard, his cock pushing deeper and deeper into her depths.

“Yes Renee, you are my little slut. I love fucking you so much, I don’t care who’s here. You know whose cock is the best. You know that we were made for each other!”

I looked down at them. Part of me wanted to smash Sam in the face for talking to her in that manner and part of me wanted to call her names too. Part of me wanted to make love to her so sweetly and gently, and part of me wanted to fuck her hard, down and dirty like a slut, like Sam was doing right at that moment. I was so turned on that I couldn’t resist stroking my cock as I watched. He picked her legs up and put them on her shoulders, slamming his cock even deeper inside of her. She was growling with satisfaction now, his cock sending waves of hot lust through her body. I could hear her mumbling an almost inaudible mantra from her lips.

“Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me hard.”

Sam suddenly tensed up, his muscles flexing, his face twisted in a grimace.

“Oh God! I’m Cumming!”

He pulled his long white, shiny prick from her pussy, and moved up on her body, over her tummy. He grabbed it, stroking it hard, and aimed it at Renee’s breasts. I watched as he shot hot cum all over her beautiful tits. He pumped and pumped, shooting load after load on her body. She looked up at me, her eyes shining, and smiled as a glob of Sam’s cum hit her cheek.

Sam fell back on the couch, exhausted.

“Oh God, that was so hot.” He said in a near whisper.

He looked up at me.

I suppose you want her now, don’t you? You want your turn at the slut.”

I looked away, not answering.

“Do her from behind. She loves that. Don’t you, slut?”

She glared at him. “Whatever, Sam.”

“Shut up, slut! “He almost yelled. Get up on your knees. Do it now!”

She looked at him once more, and then quickly turned away. She rolled over on the couch, and raised her body up into a kneeling position, her ass up high. My erection had not diminished at all, and I was still incredibly aroused. The sight of her there in that position made me feel like Cumming, right then and there. I moved behind her on the couch and slid my fingers up into her wetness. I rubbed her pussy lips and clit, and she rotated her hips against my hand. I could almost swear that I heard her purring like a cat. She moaned loudly as I slid my hard cock into her in one thrust.

‘God, I love her so much!’

There, I had said it. I knew it then. I had fallen for this woman. I could not believe that I was fucking the woman I loved, here on this couch, her husband watching, leering at us.

I began my fuck rhythm, sliding in and out of her in long strokes. I clutched her ass with my hands as I fucked her, her wet pussy clutching at my cock. She met my thrusts perfectly, and we seemed to be totally in synch with one another. Minutes that seemed like hours passed, and we became so lost in enjoying each other that we lost all track of time. Then, I felt it, like a thousand tiny electrical charges taking over my entire body.

“Oh God, Renee! Cum with me!”

We picked up the pace, my hips slamming into her hard, and her breasts swinging back and forth.

“Oh God, Patrick! Yes! I’m Cumming!”

I pumped my cock into her relentlessly, and we came together, our juices blending in one frenzied explosion of orgasmic euphoria that seemed to last forever.

As my orgasm subsided, I pulled my cock from her wetness, and slid it up and down her crack, rubbing my semen in between her cheeks and over her crinkled asshole. We fell into a heap, clutching each other.

As I regained my senses, I looked around the room for Sam. I saw him lying down on a cushion by the pool, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. He had fallen asleep! I looked at Renee in disbelief. She returned my look with one of cynicism.

“He always does that after sex; he can’t help it. You’d better go now.”

I hurriedly dressed as Renee gathered up my guitar and sheet music, and together we walked from the pool deck to the front door. I turned to her, my eyes sweeping over her naked, sweaty, cum covered body. I looked into her eyes, and almost felt like crying. I knew that this was our last meeting, and that Sam had won. She set the guitar down and looked up at me, her eyes big and tear-rimmed with sadness.

I then took her into my arms, and held her close to me.

“Goodbye, Patrick.”

“Goodbye, Renee.”

I didn’t say it, but we both knew it. We were in love.

I picked up my instrument, turned, and left quickly, not looking back.

I spent several painful days thinking of her. I could not get her out of my mind. I was sick with worry. Had he beaten her? Was she safe? Should I call? I paced my apartment, frantic with longing. Then, it happened, a soft rapping on the door. I ran to it, not knowing what to expect. I pulled it open, and there she was her suitcase by her side, her eyes tear rimmed with joy. I took her into my arms. She had come home.

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Amanda Shilling is a school teacher with a problem. A patrol of Confederate soldiers has to destroy a river boat full of Union gunpowder and Amanda's town is going to get blown up with it. Unless the women of Stony Creek can find a way of persuading the Rebs to do their duty without flattening the settlement. So the ladies get together in the school house for a fortifying sip or two of anti-fogmatic before discussing treaty terms. Only to find out that the Southern cavalry has a well deserved reputation for getting there fustest with the mostest -- especially the mostest.

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The chalk scratched on the blackboard as Miss Shilling carefully wrote the date on it, 'October 17th, 1864'. Then, in the top center of the board she wrote 'TRIGONOMETRY'. Finally, underneath the word, she drew the outline of a tree. When she turned around her class was still waiting dutifully, none of the boys or girls daring to indulge in any horseplay even when her back was turned.

Amanda Shilling was an imposing figure, very tall for a female, with a full figure which caused many an admiring male eye to linger on the generous cut of her bodice and the trim dimensions of her hips. In fact it was widely agreed amongst the men of Clayton County that School Ma'am Shilling was just about the beatingest thing to come down the river in a coon's age. Selectman Jenkins had spoken for all of his gender at the regular Saturday night cock fight a week after her arrival: "She's a great young gal, that one. Shaped like a real woman and as handsome as Cleopatra, you bet. Yes, sirree, she's a huckleberry above most peoples' persimmons. Gonna be a real lucky man that she sets her cap at."

In the weeks since her arrival Amanda had not picked out any of her many male admirers for any special signs of favor but the general liking for her in the village had continued to increase. Respectable but not high-faluting, a strong disciplinarian but a well gifted teacher, never one to flaunt her good looks but happy to be sociable with all. In only one way had she upset some of the population of Stony Creek, and that was in her fervent support of the Northern cause. Yet she certainly wasn't alone in that regard because both the secessionist and abolitionist states had their ardent supporters along the banks of the Missouri. Like so many other settlements in the area Stony Creek was split almost fifty-fifty between Jayhawks and Separatists.

"Now, children, look at the word on the board. Trigonometry: it sounds strange but all it's saying is that we're going to study triangles. You are probably wondering what could be interesting about triangles but they can be very useful in solving problems. For example, you've seen the tree I've drawn on the board. Now suppose it was a very tall tree and you wanted to measure how high it was without having to climb it. Can anybody tell me how you could do that?"

Silence from the rows of well scrubbed faces.

"Very well." Amanda picked up a ruler. "Imagine that the sun is shining and the tree is casting a shadow. I draw one line straight down the side of the tree and another straight line across from it to show how long the shadow is. When we measure the shadow of the tree we find it is sixty feet long. But, of course, shadows get shorter and longer depending on where the sun is in the sky, so how can that help us?"

Again there was silence in the class room but a long drawn out howl from a riverboat's siren called out to the village from the river. Mildly surprised, Amanda walked across to the window and looked out at the steam packet churning up the muddy water near the landing with its paddle wheels. Certainly the Henrietta P. Johnson, but arriving two days earlier than on its normal schedule, with several blue shirted soldiers visible on the lower deck and with a large red flag flying above the Texas deck.

"Samuel Trent".

A chair scraped behind one of the desks as a boy stood up. "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Why is the Henrietta coming in today, Samuel?"

"She's been chartered by the bluebellies -- sorry, Ma'am, I mean the army. The Union army that is." Samuel was proud of his special source of knowledge as the wharfinger's son, as much as he was obviously influenced by his father's Southern sympathies.

"She's carrying supplies to General Blunt's men at Lexington?"

"Supposed to be, Ma'am, but the Rebs have gotten clustered up around Lexington like mountain men around a keg of whiskey. Ain't no way the captain of the Henrietta is going down river to Lexington with that powder aboard her."

"Powder?" Amanda looked around at her pupil, rising fourteen and standing so tall he was almost eye to eye with her. "You mean gunpowder?"

Samuel was shyly smiling at this reversal of their usual roles and reveling in the pleasure of being a source of information to his teacher.

"Why yes, Ma'am, twenty tons of it according to the bill of lading we was sent. If it's on board she'll be flying a red danger flag."

"Yes, there is a red flag. There are some soldiers on board as well."

Samuel nodded knowingly: "That'll be the army fire guard, Ma'am. To make sure nobody smokes anywhere near those powder kegs. And I daresay my Pa will be searching every wharf rat before he lets any of them start work unloading the Henrietta. He'll have his cudgel in his hand and he's said he'll break the skull of any man found carrying a pipe, 'baccy or loco-focos onto the landing stage."

"Really? The gunpowder is that dangerous?"

Samuel Trent came as close to openly laughing in the classroom as he'd ever done since Miss Shilling had arrived. "Why, Ma'am, one spark in the wrong place and the Henrietta would get blown so high the pieces could still be falling come Thanksgiving. Leastways, that's what my Pa says."

"Thank you, Samuel, you can sit down again. Now, we were talking about how to find the height of the tree. As I said, just measuring the shadow tells us nothing. So what we might do is to take a stick and carefully cut off three feet of it. Then we put it in the ground, burying it for a depth of one foot. If the stick is three feet long and one foot is in the ground, how much would be left above the ground? Anybody?"

There were plenty of eager hands held aloft: "Teddy Smith?"

"Two feet, Ma'am."

"Quite right. Now suppose we measured the shadow the stick was casting and it was four feet long. Can anybody tell me what the ratio would be between the length of the shadow and the length of the stick? Yes, Elizabeth?"

"The shadow is twice as long, Ma'am."

"Exactly. So if we measure the tree's shadow at that very same moment and it's sixty feet long, then how tall must the tree be?"

"Thirty feet, Ma'am."

Elizabeth Manders was almost always the first to answer any difficult question. A pity that she was only a girl from a poor family with no hope of ever being anything more than a village school teacher. Which was precisely Amanda Shilling's own predestinated fate until she chose to abandon even that modest degree of ambition by agreeing to love, honor and obey some byre smelling, muddy booted farmer for the rest of her life.

"Quite right. Now suppose there was a church steeple nearby and you knew that the top of the steeple was forty feet above the ground. How long a shadow would it be . . ."

Her lesson was abruptly interrupted by a pounding of hooves, ululating screams, the sound of shots being fired nearby. The teacher looked out at the window again, but this time no further than the muddy street beside the school horse. A dozen horses were galloping down it in a solid mass, their riders whooping and firing carbines and pistols into the air as the few citizens of Stony Creek who were abroad scurried to get clear of the onrushing charge. Amanda had no idea at all who the men could be, until she realized they were wearing uniforms, some of the jackets a dull gray, others dyed buttercup brown. All of the riders also had on kepi styled flat hats.

"Lord, save us, they're Johnny Rebs!"

Amanda was astonished. Certainly, she'd seen plenty of Confederate troops before -- in the early days of the Rebellion the entire Missouri state militia had enlisted in the Southern cause. But that had been long ago, in the heady days of Rebel pride and confidence. Now General Grant was hammering the secessionists' homeland into ruins and the Rebs should have had enough to worry about without making a futile attempt to recapture lost territory along the Missouri. In any case General Sterling's Confederate troops were supposed to be at Lexington, just as Samuel Trent had said, and Lexington was at least a day's ride away. This must be a small raiding party of cavalry, the kind of lawless insurgents whom had made the border areas of Kansas and Missouri such places of misery even before the war had begun.

"Damn their eyes!"

Amanda checked herself guilty as she realized her muttered oath might have been heard by the tender ears of the children. What sort of feather head was she, to swear a vile curse in her own classroom just because of a few marauding soldiers?

"Class, pay attention. It seems that some soldiers have ridden into village and it maybe that I shall choose to send you home early. But I think it better that you stay here for the time being, until things settle down. Yes, Samuel?"

"Are they Rebs, please, Ma'am?"

"I do believe so, Samuel."

The boy was clearly pleased. "Ma'am, I just bet they saw the danger flag flying on the Henrietta and came down to grab her powder for their own army."

"Perhaps."

Amanda felt her legs trembling. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings came wisdom. It might well be that it was the sight of the red flagged side-wheeler arriving which had bought the grayback cavalry sweeping down to the village and towards the landing stage. Enemy soldiers, and twenty tons of gunpowder in their hands! But there was nothing to be done about it for the time being and the children must be kept occupied in the school house until calm was restored. Which shouldn't take long, as soon as the Confederates discovered that the town was empty of Union troops and defenseless.

"Class, please copy out the drawing on the blackboard."

The children picked up their chalks and began drawing on their slates. Amanda walked up the aisle between the desks, lips pursed and teeth gritted at the chorus of squeaky, scratchy sounds which always annoyed her so much. It would be a wonderful thing to teach in a school which could afford paper and pens for every lesson.

Then the irritation of the slates ceased because of the sound of a horse neighing in the street and a southern accented voice calling out: "Hey, in the school house there, let's see your hides."

A glance through the nearest window showed three cavalry soldiers outside, all looking at the schoolhouse, carbines casually resting on their saddles and pointed at the building. Fury brewed up inside Amanda in a red hot stream at the thought of her class being threatened by the slave owning bullies. A desperate desire to show her contempt for them and their ragamuffin Rebel uniforms made her careless of the menacing firearms. With a firm resolve she swept back quickly down the room, her long skirts rustling against the children's desks. Behind her own desk was the patriotic emblem of her country, a large United States flag. She unhooked it, draped it around her, then threw open the door and stepped out onto the verandah.

Amanda had hoped to annoy the Southerners with her impulsive action in wearing the stars and stripes but instead of anger the response was laughter. Especially galling as none of the Rebel soldiers seemed much older than the oldest children in her classroom. Tired, dirty, their horses splashed to the hocks with mud, but young and in a cheerful mood. One of them, hardly twenty but wearing Sergeant's chevrons, laughed openly at the sight of the flag, his keen blue eyes fastening especially on Amanda's generous proportioned bosom.

"Best be careful there, Miss. We're just the boys to storm any breastworks that have got a Federal flag flying over them."

His companions greeted his jaunty insolence with delight, slapping their legs and laughing as if they were watching a circus performance.

"Keep a civil tongue in your head, you filthy traitor."

Again, the Sergeant appeared delighted at her response instead of becoming angry. He was something around medium height, his face deeply tanned by the weather, handling the reins one handed as if he'd been born on a horse's back. Very oddly, his face was as hairless as a boy's, not only clean shaven but freshly shaved that very day. Perhaps he chose to be so in a world of bearded men because it showed off his strong jawline and dimpled chin.

"I'd have to admit we're not in our Sunday best, Ma'am, but nobody puts on their good clothes when they're out hog killing. And back home, when we get guests calling round, we kinda take to being polite to them, 'stead of calling them all kinds of filthy names."

"Then I suggest you go back home immediately, wherever your log cabin is, instead of coming where you're not wanted and terrifying decent people."

The sergeant's dimpled chin showed up even more clearly as he smiled again.

"Well, Ma'am, first off, if living in a log cabin is a sin, I guess you'll have to point out to me where your mansion is, 'cause this whole village seems to me to be pretty much a collection of wooden shacks floating on mud."

Even Amanda in the fullness of her wrath couldn't gainsay him on that point; Stony Creek was not a picturesque sight, not even by Missouri standards.

"Secondly, Ma'am, I'd be real delighted to go back home if'n only old longshanks Lincoln would promise to leave me in peace once I was back there. And thirdly, I guess you don't seem too terrified to me."

Amanda drew herself up on tiptoe, backbone set straight in defiance, her hands still clasped in the folds of the flag of the United States. "I'm not scared of you! But you're pointing your guns at my classroom and the children in my charge."

The Sergeant reluctantly took his eyes away from the splendid sight of the bristling school Ma'am; whoever was her beau was sure one lucky son of a bitch. Every window in the school house was packed tight with curious faces -- children's faces.

"OK, boys, put up your pieces. Joey, just take a glance and make sure no men are hiding inside."

"What men are you looking for?" the teacher demanded to know. The Rebel NCO seemed happy to answer her.

"All and every able bodied man in village, Ma'am. We're confining them in the cargo hold of that steamer. We need to keep them under our eyes and out of mischief whilst we're here. Don't worry though, nobody is going to get hurt. We're here today and gone tomorrow."

As one of the Rebs looked around the schoolhouse Amanda saw a dozen glum looking townsmen walking down the street, two cavalry men riding behind the procession, carbine butts resting on their hips. One of the soldiers was chewing like a cow on its cud and as he passed Amanda and the Union flag a stream of tobacco stained juice spurted from his lips and across the schoolhouse steps.

"If you're dressed for killing hogs, I think you can make a start in your own ranks," Amanda snapped at the Sergeant.

"Don't pay no mind to Josh Chamberlain, Ma'am. He's a good soul but he lost two brothers at Gettysburg and now just got news his home in Atlanta's been burnt down by Sherman's men."

"Oh."

"Ma'am, I think it might be a good idea to dismiss your class for today. Just until the ructions are over."

"That's my decision to make," Amanda flared back.

The Sergeant's grin flickered into life again like a candle in a breeze.

"Look, Ma'am, I'm paid to fight Federalist soldiers but savagerous school marms are more than I ever reckoned on. You can do whatever you like but it seems to me that the woman folk hereabouts would be glad to have their children safe at home while their men folk are away. Also, I've got an invitation for you."

"An invitation -- what sort of an invitation?"

"An invitation from Lieutenant Lee, our officer. He'd be right obliged if you'd step on board the steamer presently. He's got some news for the village women and he needs somebody to pass it on to them. He said to me, particular, that if I should find a lady teacher I should ask her over, as being the best for the job. I guess if he'd known how handsome the school marms are hereabouts he'd have asked even more particularly."

"Dash your impudence," Amanda responded fiercely. "Are you algerines and kidnappers like Mosby's bushwhackers?"

"No, ma'am, we're from Georgia and we treat all ladies with respect, especially ones that look as if they like posing on a stage." His companions chuckled again. "Miss, you'll be treated honorably, my word on it. Lieutenant Lee is a fine gentleman and a school teacher himself when he ain't soldiering in a war: he can read Greek and Latin to beat anything. He wouldn't have asked you to call 'cept it was important."

Amanda nodded: "Very well, I'll come directly."

The Sergeant held up his hand: "No, Ma'am, no. Give us half an hour first. We're making all the men shuck off their clothes before we put them below decks. Can't risk having anybody down in that boat with tools, 'baccy or any way of making fire on them. Not with the cargo she's carrying. And I guess the gentlemen would be right shy about you seeing them in public without their unmentionables on -- though I daresay most of them would be real happy to take them off for you in private."

The cavalrymen guffawed again at the Sergeant's drawling impudence, Amanda's cheeks blushed scarlet and she stamped a foot in fury as the Confederates swung their horses' heads around and cantered off down Main street.

"Oh, you . . . you villains!"

With an effort she restrained her anger and went back into the classroom, all the children guilty rushing back from the windows to their desks. Amanda carefully rehung the flag in its place of pride and then turned to face her class.

"Children, I'm going to dismiss you for the rest of the day. Go home quietly and directly. I want each of you to take a message home from me to your mothers. Tell them I'm going to speak to the Rebel officer presently and I expect to have some news afterwards. I want all the ladies who can to come here to the schoolhouse at one o'clock so that I can tell them what's happening. Please make sure your mothers hear about the meeting -- here, at the schoolhouse, at one o'clock this afternoon. Now put your things away and file out quietly."

When the classroom was empty Amanda went to the bookcase at the back of the room and selected a volume from the partly filled shelves. The school library was a haphazard collection of old and tattered books, and though she had read them all Amanda had never expected to find herself seeking guidance from the one she was now opening: "The Life and Battles of Admiral Sir Horatio Nelson."

Flicking quickly through the pages she found the chapter dealing with the Battle of the Nile. Then, with pursed lips, she carefully read again the author's account of what had happened when the powder magazine aboard the French flagship 'L'Orient' had exploded. Even the passage of almost seventy years since the battle did little to soften the horrors the book so graphically described. It was in a very thoughtful mood that Amanda finally put on her bonnet and walked between the street puddles towards the landing stage.

The village seemed abandoned, save for a couple of soldiers riding past. All the men were imprisoned in the Henrietta, all the frightened women were staying at home and not even the Rebs were showing much interest in the village. But there were a long line of cavalry horses tethered to a fence near the landing stage. Soldiers were busy around them, some fetching buckets of water from a nearby drinking trough, others carrying fodder from the deck of the Henrietta and breaking the bales open for the horses to feed on. Amanda stopped and watched, judging the weight of the bales by the fact that two men were needed to lift each one. She also saw how many more bales were still piled on the deck. Then she counted the horses in the row. Fourteen and at least two more riding on patrol inside the village. She became lost in thought.

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My wife Tracy and I had been partying for most of that summer afternoon at the townhouse we were sharing with a guy named Casey, getting stoned and enjoying music with Casey and a few of his friends. Toward evening the rest of the gang left, and Tracy and I relaxed alone as we discussed what to do with our Saturday night. We decided to call a couple who we had swapped with before, and see if they were interested in stopping over to share some fun, but they were already out for the evening.

As we shared a joint, Tracy shyly suggested calling Len, another old friend and sometime roommate with whom we had enjoyed a couple of threesomes in the past. Being the voyeuristic husband I am, I suggested that to make it more interesting Tracy should call Len and invite him over, implying that I wasn't at home, and making sure he knew what she had in mind. That way I could watch the two of them secretly, and maybe get them on tape. Tracy smiled and agreed, and when she called Len he eagerly accepted, saying he'd be right over.

I moved our car out of sight, then came back in and headed up to our bedroom. I positioned our camcorder and myself in our large walk-in closet as Tracy stripped out of her clothes. She slipped on a sheer pale-blue baby-doll nightie, her firm tits, erect nipples and smoothly shaven mound clearly visible underneath. Tracy is a cute brunette, about five feet eight, with soft skin, massive 38DDD tits and a small tight ass.

We shared a beer as we waited for Len to arrive. I kissed her and fondled her nipples as she squeezed my bulging cock. We heard Len pull up, having got here in record time, and I watched over the bedroom balcony as Tracy went down to greet him.

Len is an attractive, solidly built guy, around six feet, with a thick seven-inch dick. His eyes widened and he grinned when Tracy answered the door, standing there virtually naked in front of him. He quickly came in and closed the door, embracing my wife as he kissed her, his hands slowly sliding down her near- naked body to her firm ass, grasping it as he pulled her against him, their crotches pressed together. Tracy grinned as she pulled away, leading him up to our bedroom. Len's eyes were glued to her moving ass as she climbed the stairs in front of him.

By the time they reached our room I was safely in the closet with the camcorder running. I watched as Tracy turned to him, and they again embraced and kissed. Len's hands were roaming all over Tracy's soft, barely covered body, fondling her firm tits and erect nipples, sliding down her flat belly to her smooth mound, grasping her fine round ass. As they kissed, he eased her back onto our bed, lifting her nightie off, leaving her completely naked as she sat on the bed facing him, her tits flushed, her nipples hard, her shaven pussy visibly wet. Len leaned over and kissed her, his hands cupping her tits, lightly squeezing her large nipples, while Tracy reached out and unfastened his pants, tugging them down and freeing his rock-hard dick.

Len straightened up, grinning as he gently guided my wife's eager mouth toward his throbbing dick. Tracy leaned forward, looking up at him as she slowly eased his rod between her lips, gradually swallowing his entire seven-inch prick. Then she began to slide her mouth slowly up and down that steel-hard cock, deep throating the head of it as she tongued up and down the shaft, while Len groaned with pleasure. I almost came myself at this point just knowing the pleasure of my wife's blowjobs.

I had a great view as Len's hands clutched at her hair, gently guiding her mouth up and down his glistening dick. Tracy continued her masterful cocksucking, slowly swallowing all seven inches over and over, tonguing the hard shaft each time she deep-throated his cock. His hands moved to her tits, fondling her nipples as she sucked him. Sensing that he was close, Tracy slowed her movement, sucking on the purplish head of his dick as she lightly pumped his shaft with one hand, squeezing his balls with the other. Len groaned loudly as his hips bucked, and his dick erupted, shooting several long jets of jism into Tracy's mouth and down her eagerly swallowing throat.

As Tracy finished licking and sucking his cock clean, Len eased her back onto our bed, spreading her legs wide as he knelt between them, lowering his face to her clean-shaven mound. He slowly licked and kissed around and across her smooth wet pussy as Tracy splayed herself still more widely, giving him total access to her open cunt. She moaned as Len slowly drew his tongue across her soaking slit, lightly grazing her swollen clit as that tongue burrowed deep into her wet pussy. He continued his slow, deliberate teasing, licking her engorged clit and moving in and out of her drenched vagina, until Tracy groaned loudly, raising her hips and pushing her cunt into his face as she neared orgasm. As Len sucked on her clit, she exploded, moaning and shuddering as she pulled his face even harder against her spasming pussy.

Just then I heard the sound of our front door opening, and I could just make out the voices of Casey and his girlfriend Sandy, who had evidently returned home earlier than they had expected. I heard them go into the family room directly underneath our open-balconied bedroom. Then I heard Casey calling upstairs to see if anyone was there.

Len and Tracy were either ignoring them or were oblivious to anything but what they were doing. Len knelt over her now, his knees between her widespread legs as he kissed her, letting her taste her own pussy juices on his face and mouth. As they kissed Len slid one, then two fingers slowly into Tracy's drenched pussy, and she moaned softly. Then he began finger-fucking my wife as he knelt over her, alternately kissing her and sucking on her large nipples, his fingers sliding steadily in and out of her bare wet pussy.

Casey and Sandy had obviously heard the moans and cries by now, and Casey had either recognized Len's voice or seen his car outside, for he now laughingly called up the stairs, asking Len if he wanted to share with him.

Len still ignored him as he went on finger-fucking Tracy, sucking on her erect nipples as he buried his fingers in her slippery slit. In just a minute or two Tracy came again, crying out with pleasure as she did so. I could hear both Casey and Sandy laughing now, and they gave a mock cheer at the sound of Tracy's orgasm. Casey again asked kindly if Len wanted to share with him, but Len was busy mounting my wife and thrusting his revived cock deep into her still-quivering cunt as she spread her legs wide for him.

Again I had a great view as Len began fucking Tracy's shaved pussy, firmly stroking deep into her soaking snatch as she thrust her hips up to meet each plunge of his hard cock. As he fucked her with a deep, steady rhythm, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Casey was standing in the open doorway, grinning widely as he looked at my naked wife obviously enjoying the fucking Len was giving her.

They seemed not to care about his presence, if they even noticed it, but kept right on with their energetic screwing, Tracy's legs lifting and wrapping around Len, pulling him deeper into her as he plowed her eager snatch with his rock-hard tool.

After another minute or so of steady, intense fucking, Tracy came again, moaning loudly and shuddering as her spasming pussy clenched at Len's thrusting dick. Len kept on fucking her right through her orgasm, her legs waving in the air, her firm tits jiggling with each thrust. Casey chuckled as he watched, obviously loving the sight of Tracy, totally naked, being thoroughly fucked right in front of him. But after another few moments he turned to go, first laughingly repeating his offer to Len to share with him. Then he went downstairs to rejoin Sandy.

Len never stopped fucking my wife, who, once she had ridden out her orgasm, again began to match him stroke for stroke, bucking her hips as his throbbing dick plunged in and out of her wet pussy. Len now lifted her ass as he fucked her, his cock sliding against her swollen clit with each thrust, and soon Tracy was coming yet again. This time Len came with her, driving his dick as deep as it would go, pumping his large load into her clenching, jouncing cunt. After recovering her breath, Tracy went to the bathroom to freshen up, and Len scurried downstairs to see Casey and Sandy. I could hear them talking and doing some drinks. When Tracy came back I asked her if she would like Len to share her with Casey, or maybe trade with him and Sandy. She smiled and nodded, then asked if it was okay with me. I said sure, and added that I would like to share Sandy with Len if they were going to trade.

At that point we heard Len coming back upstairs, and I quickly slipped back into the closet. As he and Tracy shared a beer, Tracy teasingly asked him how come he didn't want to share her with Casey. Len grinned and said he didn't really mind especially if it meant he could fuck Sandy. Tracy then said that if I showed up, I would want to share Sandy with him. Casey shrugged, and went back downstairs to talk to Casey and Sandy.

When he came back he said Casey was coming right up. He kissed her quickly, and then guided her mouth to his stiffening dick. Tracy began sucking his cock as Casey entered the room, grinning as he saw what Tracy was doing, and quickly stripping off his clothes. As he came to stand beside Len, Tracy stopped sucking and smiled up at him.

"Guess I'm getting a two-for-one deal," she said, reaching for Casey's dick and pulling it to her mouth.

Casey is a big, friendly guy, about six feet two, with a long thin dick. Tracy sucked him for a few minutes, and then began to alternate between him and Len. This went on until Sandy walked in, stark naked, and asked Len if he wanted to join her. Sandy's a little smaller than Tracy, a brunette about five-four, with small but shapely tits, berry-like nipples and, as I soon found out, a tight little pussy.

Tracy was sucking on Len's dick just then, but she slid it from her mouth and replaced it with Casey's as Len followed Sandy across the hall. Tracy slowly did her deep-throat thing for Casey, tonguing his tool as she held it deep in her mouth, squeezing his big balls. Then she slid her lips up and down the shaft, fucking her mouth with it as Casey played with her tits and nipples. After a couple of minutes he groaned, and his knees almost buckled as he came down her throat, with Tracy eagerly swallowing every drop of his jism.

Casey quickly recovered, kneeling and lowering his face to her pussy. He kissed her smooth bare mound as he slowly slid two thick fingers into her soaking slit. He proceeded to finger-fuck her and lick her engorged clit at the same time, as she lay back, moaning with pleasure.

I was tired of hiding in the closet, and I was also horny as hell, so I opened the door and stepped out. Casey gave a startled exclamation as he saw me, but Tracy quickly pulled his face back to her pussy, explaining that I was going to share Sandy with Len while she and Casey enjoyed each other. She precluded any other comment he might have by wrapping her legs around his head and pulling his face deeper into her crotch.

Anxious as I was to get to Sandy, I still continued to watch as Casey tongued and fingered my wife to orgasm, after which he quickly mounted her, driving his long hard dick into her creamy cunt as she spread her legs wide, arching her hips to take him deep. Then I left to join Len and Sandy, with Tracy's moans of delight still sounding in my ears as Casey fucked her determinedly, plunging his prick in and out of her with long firm thrusts.

In the bedroom across the hall I found Sandy naked and on her knees, her back to me and her firm ass high in the air as she sucked on Len's dick. Len grinned when he saw me, and gestured to me to join in.

I knelt down behind Sandy, spitting on my swollen cock to lubricate it. Then I aimed my thick eight-inch hard-on at her wet, well-trimmed pussy, sliding in with one long thrust. Sandy squealed with surprise and with unmistakable pleasure as my dick filled her tight pussy. Because her mouth was full of Len's dick, her squeals were muted, but they turned to moans as I grasped her hips and began fucking her with long, deep, rapid strokes. Her head continued to bob up and down over Len's cock, but now it was moving in rhythm with my thrusts. I reached down between her widespread legs to finger her clit lightly as I continued to slam my hard dick in and out of her wet cunt.

Sandy raised her head from Len's prick momentarily as she went into a loud, moaning orgasm. I went on fucking her with long deep thrusts as her pussy clamped around my cock. At the same time, I heard the sounds of Tracy coming again as Casey fucked away at her across the hall.

The feel of Sandy's twitching twat, combined with the sound of my wife getting off, quickly sent me over the edge. I slammed my prick deep into Sandy's pussy as I came, shooting several thick jets of jism deep into her dripping snatch.

Sandy looked around and smiled at me as I pulled slowly out of her, and I wondered if she had realized before whom it was fucking her tight pussy. Now Len, who had somehow restrained himself from coming in Sandy's mouth, quickly rolled her onto her back, lifted her legs over his shoulders and plunged his hard seven inches deep into her come-filled cunt. As he did so I knelt over her head, sliding my now nearly limp cock between her lips. Sandy happily sucked me clean as Len fucked her vigorously. I came to think that Sandy was just as much a trooper when it came to fucking as my wife was.

I could hear Tracy moaning again from across the hall, and I marveled at Casey's stamina. But Len was no slouch either; he was still fucking Sandy, and her moaning mouth on my prick was making it hard again. I began to fuck that mouth slowly, talking dirty to her as she took us in both her holes. This seemed to turn her on even more, and she came again as Len pistoned his stiff dick in and out of her spasming pussy. After a minute Len groaned and stiffened, shooting his load into her cunt. Sandy shuddered and moaned, gasping for air, but she never took her mouth from my now fully hard cock.

At this point Casey and Tracy, taking a break from fucking each other, decided to come over and join us. I was still slowly fucking Sandy's mouth, teasingly squeezing her berry-like nipples.

Tracy smiled at me, and drew Casey down on the other bed. She crouched over him and lowered her head to his spent dick, sucking it into her mouth as he groaned. Her ass and her come-filled cunt were high in the air as she knelt with her mouth wrapped around Casey's pole. Len now stepped up behind her and slowly slid his semi-hard dick into my wife's dripping vagina, and she moaned, spreading her legs for him. Casey's jism oozed out around Len's cock as he filled her pussy.

I reached for Sandy's pussy and started to finger it, rubbing her clit as I continued to stroke my dick into her mouth. Len was fucking my wife doggie-style as she sucked on Casey's quickly hardening dick. As I watched I felt my nuts tighten, and as I started to come I pulled my cock from Sandy's mouth and spurted several long ropes of thick jism into her mouth and across her lips and face, and she came with me as I continued to finger her clitoris.

After a few minutes Tracy came yet again with a loud moan, her body convulsing in what looked like her strongest orgasm yet.

Len pulled out of her without coming, and he and Casey rolled her over onto her back, and then knelt beside her face, one on each side of her. Tracy, still moaning, rolled her head back and forth, alternately sucking the two of them as each of them came within reach of her mouth. This sight made me so hot that almost unbelievably I found myself getting hard again. I moved to her and crouched between her legs, sliding my dick into her wet, well-used and gaping pussy.

"Oh god, yes!" Tracy cried, her hips writhing as she went on sucking Len and Casey, her hand now pumping the cock of whichever man she didn't have in her mouth at the moment. As I plowed her cunt she came again, and as she spasmed in pleasure.

Len grunted and pulled back, shooting his load across Tracy's face, neck and tits as she pumped his spewing shaft. Casey was next, groaning as he spurted several long ropes of thick come across her face and tits. She smiled up at me with a come-covered face as I fucked her faster and harder, and then I too pulled out of her and shot whatever sperm I had left in me onto her belly and breasts.

After catching our breath, Tracy and I went to clean up, deciding to call it a night. But when we emerged from our shower, we saw Len and Casey sitting on the bed, with Sandy kneeling between them, her hands and mouth full of cock and a large black vibrator filling her pussy. We looked at each other, then shrugged and went to join them for some more fun and games.

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The numbers came up wrong for the third time and I slammed my fist down on the desk. This taking work home thing was NOT going well. The budget forecast was due two days from now and I had three, maybe four days of work to do to get it done. I heard the front door open and heard someone walk in. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashley walk in from her shopping trip and waved over my head.

"Wow," she said. "Nice to see you, too." She had that hurt tone in her voice, so I put down my pencil and swiveled in my chair.

"Sorry, baby. You know I've got a ton of work to do. I'm sorry I'm ignoring you, really I am." I pulled her onto my lap, hugged her and gave her a kiss. "I'll make it up to you when I get this budget stuff done. Promise." She smiled at me from under her mass of red curls.

"Wow. If this is what making up is about, I want someone to screw up with me more often." That voice certainly didn't come from my lovely wife. That voice came from Becca, Ashley's best friend. Terminally single, Becca was always making fun of the way Ashley and I were around each other. She claimed we were like two teenagers, always wanting to get it on. The fact we'd been married just over a year didn't help our arguments against her. Things had been different since I had gotten this job at the company. Stress and bringing work home weren't helping my romance situation. I'd overheard Ashley and Becca talking about it just last week. Ashley was saying that I was overworked and that I wasn't taking notice of her anymore, which was total crap. I couldn't help but notice her. She was literally my dream girl.

Ashley is five foot six with nice curves all over, especially her ass. Nice and round, not to mention bigger than average, which was perfect in my mind. Breasts to die for and red hair in those tight curls that just make me want to beat off in her hair.

Becca, on the other hand, was shorter, about five two, with really big breasts and dark brown hair that was sometimes dyed black. She was curvy as well, with slightly wider hips than Ashley, but by no means fat. Her smile was great, too. It was one of those very genuine smiles that was infectious.

Anyway, back to the story:

"Becca, you know you would do just about anything to be sitting here where I am," Ashley teased. Ashley knew I found Becca attractive, but she also knew I wouldn't touch Becca.

"Well, you're close," Becca responded, walking up to us, "I'd do ANY thing. Now give me my seat" she said, laughing. She came up and started tickling Ashley, causing her to wiggle around on my lap. That certainly didn't help my enthusiasm for getting back to work. However, since I didn't want to get fired...

"Whoa, ladies. As much fun as this is or could be, I HAVE to get this stuff done. You know what the boss will do if I don't get it finished in time." I gently picked Ashley up off my lap and stood her on the floor, giving her another kiss.

Ashley pouted for a second and then smiled. "Okay, Mr. Spoilsport. Becca is going to help me get this stuff upstairs. We'll try to be quiet." She gave me another kiss and started chatting with Becca as they picked up their bags and started upstairs. I sighed and sat back down to work.

About ten minutes later, I heard a large crash from upstairs and bolted from my seat, heart racing. I took the stairs three at a time, turning the corner that led to our bedroom, calling Ashley and Becca's name, trying to see if anyone was hurt. What I saw stopped me cold.

Ashley and Becca were in a pile on the floor, one of the legs of our bed frame having given way. Bags everywhere, they had ended up a tangle of arms and legs. It almost looked like a women's wrestling match. I chuckled, seeing that everyone was all right, and bent down to help untangle everyone. In the process, I accidentally grabbed one of Becca's breasts while trying to hold her shoulder. I yanked my hand back as if it had burned and I'm sure I turned bright red. I mumbled an apology and finished helping get them untangled and everyone standing back up.

I leaned down and looked at the bed frame. There was no way I could fix it, even if I had time. I had the girls move and hauled the mattress and springs off the ruins of the frame and leaned them against the wall. I took the frame out in the hall and replaced the bed. "Well, babes, I guess we're sleeping a little closer to the floor tonight. I'll toss the frame out in the trash. Everybody okay?" The both nodded, Ashley rubbing her gorgeous behind. I left the room and grabbed the bed frame, walking it outside and leaving it with the trash. I figured I could break it up later if I needed to.

A couple hours later, I was still hunched over the paperwork, things working a little better, but not looking promising. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, starting to squeeze. I groaned at the pressure of her fingers. "Oh man, I needed this. Thanks, hun." She grunted softly in response and dug her thumbs under my trapezius, causing my eyes to roll back in my head as the stress left my muscles. I let my arms drop to my sides and let my head lean back on the chair.

She moved one hand up to my neck, my head rocking back and forth slightly, her other hand resting on my shoulder. Eyes closed, I turned my head and kissed her finger, eliciting a slight gasp, which I found kind of odd, since I did that on a regular basis. Her grip on my neck shifted slightly and I suddenly felt her breath on my neck, moving to my right and her teeth nibbling slightly on my ear. I inhaled softly, feeling a slight stirring in my pants. She knew I liked that and I felt her hand start to move down my chest. She moved her mouth to my neck, biting softly as her hand found my groin and squeezed softly. I responded by pushing my crotch into her hand and moaning. After a few seconds, I couldn't take any more of that, so I started to turn around, feeling her hands and mouth move away from me as I turned.

Facing me was not my wife, but her friend Becca. I saw that Ashley was watching from a few feet away, her eyes alive with desire. Becca started undoing the buttons on her shirt and smiled at me. "This is to thank you for saving us earlier," she said quietly. "I don't know what we would've done without you."

Ashley stepped forward, pulling her shirt up over her head. "But we know what we want to do with you." Honestly, I can say that I was frozen with awe. Never would I have guessed Ashley would put something like this together. Not that I was minding at all, but I wasn't sure how I should proceed. I decided the best course was to let the women take the lead.

Becca had her shirt fully unbuttoned, her breasts absolutely gorgeous in a black bra that set off her slightly pale skin. Ashley moved behind her and reached around Becca, fondling her through her bra. Becca leaned her head back against Ashley's cheek and sighed. I looked Ashley in the eyes and she nodded slightly, giving me her approval. I smiled back at her and started to move.

I leaned forward and started to undo the front hook on Becca's bra, Ashley moving her hands so I could release Becca's breasts from their confinement and push he shirt from her shoulders. Becca looked down at me and smiled, pushing her breasts toward me. I took one hardening nipple in my mouth lifting her other breast in my hand toying with it, fondling it as I sucked the other. Becca moaned as I too her nipple in my teeth, a moan that was stifled after a second. I raised my eyes to see my wife kissing Becca. Ashley had never given me the slightest inclination that she liked women. I would find out later that it was just Becca she was interested in.

I felt movement under my face. I loosed Becca's breast from my mouth to see Ashley sliding her hand into Becca's pants, Becca spreading her legs slightly wider. I stood up at this point, in both senses and started to nibble on Becca's neck, pushing my erection into her crotch and my wife's hand. This went on for several minutes, Becca trying to move her body in two directions at once. She stopped the two of us and said, "No way, Tiger. This is your thank you, so sit back down in that chair."

I did what she said and looked up at her excitedly. She leaned over me, kissing me and undoing the button and zipper on my pants. She reached into my pants and stroked me lightly. She told me to lift up and as I did, she pulled my pants down to my knees and the kneeled in front of me. She took my shaft in her hand and stroked it up and down slowly, grinning at me from her knees. Ashley knelt down behind her with something in her hand. After a couple of seconds, she started to rub and fondle Becca's breasts again.

Becca took the head of my cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down. I laid a hand on her shoulder and closed my eyes. Ashley was great at giving head, but Becca was something else. It was like making love to her mouth. This could've gone on all day and I wouldn't have cared, but it stopped, only to be replaced with velvety softness of a different kind moving up and down my shaft. I cracked my eyes to see Becca's large breasts wrapped around the shaft of my cock, moving up and down. I groaned, wishing I was standing so I could fuck them, rather than being passive.

She moved her breasts up all seven inches and squeezed at the top, causing a delightful pressure on the head of my cock. I closed my eyes again, focusing on the pleasure I was receiving, when another sensation appeared. I opened my eyes again to see Ashley kneeling next to Becca, her head in the cleft of Becca's breasts, sucking the head of my dick as Becca lowered her breasts.

I tried pumping my hips against Becca's flesh and my wife's mouth. Becca chuckled and leaned back slightly and I scooted forward on the seat and began thrusting in earnest. Ashley moved her head away from Becca's cleavage and began kissing her again, which was a greater turn on than before.

I groaned and leaned my head back, feeling the buildup to orgasm deep in my gut. My breath caught in my throat as I bucked my hips, the first stream of cum exploding from my cock as if it were shot out of a canon. It hit Becca's chin with a quiet but audible squishing sound and she moaned into my wife's mouth. Strands and strands of cum leapt onto Becca's neck and breasts. Ashley broke away from Becca's mouth and began to scoop up my cum with her tongue and feed it to Becca. Becca swallowed every bit Ashley gave her and licked more off of Ashley's face.

I leaned back, breathing quickly, my penis pulling free of Becca's breasts and twitching in front of me, letting me know he wasn't going anywhere. Becca and Ashley both swept in to lick me clean, my cock virtually vibrating where it stood. Ashley took it in her mouth and sucked, getting one last blob of jizz from the head. She moaned softly and swallowed that all on her own.

Becca stared at my penis, amazed that it wasn't softening. Ashley chuckled and whispered, "Let's show him what else we want to do to say thanks." She raised Becca from the floor and pulled her toward the stairs by the hand. I stood up and tried to follow, only to be confounded by my pants. I pulled them up enough to shuffle and followed the women up the stairs.

I turned the corner into our bedroom, but the doorway was blocked by Ashley and Becca making out against the door. They were both trying to remove the rest of each other's clothes at the same time. I could see their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths as they moved.

Now, Ashley and I had discussed having another woman join us and she decided that she didn't think she would handle it well, so I had dropped it. This was so out of character for her that I would've guessed she was someone else. In the time it took me to blink twice, Becca had pushed her onto our bed and was straddling her, biting hungrily around Ashley's nipples.

I stepped up behind Becca and ran my hand over her ass. She wiggled for me and dragged her belly across Ashley's, moving her dark brown pubic hair over Ashley's light red bush. Ashley leaned her head back into the bed and gasped. She wrapped her fingers in Becca's hair and pulled Becca further into her breasts. I took this opportunity to lower myself to my knees and gaze upon two beautiful women grinding their groins into each other. I smiled and leaned into Becca's pussy, lapping at her lips. She froze for a second then returned to kissing Ashley, holding Ashley's hands down on the bed.

I began pushing my tongue around Becca's clit while pushing a finger into Ashley's wetness. They both moaned into each other's mouths and they writhed closer to each other. I sucked Becca's clit into my mouth and added another finger to Ashley's dripping hole. I began that 'come hither' motion and I heard Ashley's deep intake of air and knew that she was just about to cum. I kept it up, tonguing Becca faster. Soon, they were both cumming and grinding into each other.

Becca was still trying to catch her breath as I stood up and placed the head of my still-hard cock in her wet pussy. She looked back at me and smiled and then gasped as I shoved my cock into her as Ashley took one of her nipples into her mouth. I held my place in Becca's pussy, feeling her still twitching muscle as they shuddered around my shaft. I ran my hands over her ass again, grabbing it and kneading it.

Becca began to move against me, which meant she was moving against Ashley as well. Becca laid her head on Ashley's chest and closed her eyes. Ashley and I locked eyes, my motions grinding Becca into her. She ran her tongue over her lips and closed her eyes, wrapping her fingers in Becca's hair again.

I kept up my pace, Becca adjusting herself to my cock. She arched her back, running my head over her hot spot, groaning with each stroke. Ashley released one hand and slid it down between their bodies. She took two fingers and began playing with Becca's clit. Becca gave out a loud gasp and I felt her muscles starting to spasm again. I pounded her relentlessly and she cried out, her whole body shaking in orgasm. She climaxed for at least thirty seconds, screaming and digging her nails into the bed. finally, she collapsed onto Ashley completely, her breath ragged. My cock popped out as she deflated, still looking as angry purple as it had when I started.

Ashley looked at my twitching cock and lowered her legs, allowing Becca to slide off to one side. I kneeled on the bed and buried myself in one thrust, burying myself to the hilt, making Ashley moan. Becca, her eyes closed, began playing with Ashley's clit in return for her previous effort, causing Ashley to arch her back. I kept pounding away, knowing that Ashley liked the hard fucking when she got seriously aroused, like now.

I pushed her legs back toward her head and started putting some muscle into it. I was almost literally bouncing her ass off the bed as I fucked her. I pulled out slowly, leaving only the head touching her lips only to slam back down as hard as I could. She cried out with each thrust, one hand grabbing Becca's head, the other tearing up handfuls of the sheet underneath her.

I felt her muscles start to tense, her face turning pink. she clenched her legs around my waist and pulled me in deep, groaning as her orgasm hit, flooding around my shaft. Her legs dropped to the side after an excruciating couple of minutes. I could tell by the way her eyeball rolled back in her head that she had had enough. Becca didn't look like she was up for much either, so I pulled my dick out of Ashley's hole and began stroking it over her belly. They both looked up at me and smiled.

Becca reached up and took over my wanking duties. I let her, preferring a hand job to doing it myself. I began fucking her hand hard and fast. She matched my rhythm, whispering 'Give us your cum.' It didn't take much after that. I closed my eyes and grunted, feeling the pulsing start.

My first shot of cum almost made it to Becca's face, landing squarely between Ashley's breasts. Becca kept stroking, my cum landing on Ashley's belly, with one blob landing in her belly button. We all chuckled at that and Becca released my cock, it still twitching, but softening.

Becca took a finger and gathered up a shot of cum and stuck it in her mouth, licking it clean. She then took a cum covered finger and fed it to Ashley who also licked Becca's finger clean. Becca then fed Ashley the rest of my cum that way until Ashley was all clean. Becca moved enough to lick up any extraneous cum from my wife's belly and then laid back down next to her. I took up the same position on the other side of Ashley. Everyone sighed and I laid there, my eyes open, wondering what the hell just happened. And if we could get it to happen again.

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