The sexual adventures of Lacey and Ricky – Chapter 20 by Piglet838

Chapter 20 – Tiffany on the rebound

Tiffany drops in at her friend Lacey’s house. She already knows that Lacey is not home. At study hall, she heard Lacey and Ricky talk about going into town with Ricky’s mom to visit the farmers market. She is hoping that no one is home. No one but Rex, that is. Rex is Lacey’s dog. She can’t get the idea of having sex with Rex again out of her mind. There is no reply when she knocks at the door. Good. But where is Rex? She goes around to the back of the house, through the gate, and onto the patio. Still no Rex. She knocks at the back door, just to make sure that no one is home. Her eyes wander to the eves of the house while waiting. What is that weird thing up there, tucked in behind the gutter downspout? It has a little red light on it. Oh my, is that a security camera? It sure is well hidden. How long has that been there? She will have to ask Lacey about it.

Walking towards the barn, she calls for Rex. Her previous escapade with Lacey’s dog went so well, she wants to try it again. This time, she would like to try it doggy style, no pun intended. The first time she was laying on her back on a hay bale, and the dog was on top. I guess you could say that the dog fucked her in the missionary position. Doggy style seems more natural, for a dog, you know. One thing she is worried about is controlling the depth of penetration. She doesn’t want to take in his fat knot or go too deep.

Rex comes bounding up from the pasture in response to Tiffany’s calls, his tail wagging. She stoops to meet him, scratching behind his ears as he licks her face. “Have you missed me, old boy? Do you want to fuck me again? Have you been saving your spunk for me?” She notices his dick peeking out of its sheath. Moving toward the barn, he follows Tiffany eagerly, tail wagging. Tiffany can’t believe that she is going to do this again. After the first time, she did some research and found that women having sex with dogs is not so uncommon. She even found some videos of the act. One thing she noticed is that most of the women in the videos are doing it doggy style, so now she is curious, what might that be like? There are women of all ages and sizes, doing it with all kinds of dogs. Even though she has butterflies fluttering around her belly, her pussy is getting wet.

In the barn, she removes her shorts and panties. Rex is getting very excited and his slender red penis is getting longer and ready for action. He certainly seems to know what treat awaits him. He begins sniffing and licking her crotch. Tiffany inserts a finger into herself to get lubed and ready. She opens her legs to him so he can lick her out. His rough tongue creates too much stimulation. She places a finger over her clit so his attention can be directed towards her hole and so that her clit can get more indirect stimulation.

She turns around and gets down on all fours, saying, “OK boy. Show me what you got!” Rex licks her pussy and asshole. Then he jumps up to claim his bitch. He is overly excited and humps her furiously, his penis is plunging around blindly, not even close to where it needs to be. “Come on Rex, stick it in!” Tiffany encourages. She tilts her hips to help with the aim and angle. Then she moves her knees apart to lower her pelvis. Problem is he is hurting her with his front paws around her bare waist. He has sharp little nails on the inside of his paws. Pulling her shirt down helps, but it won’t stay in place with the dog’s frantic humping.

Rex jumps off, panting, and begins licking her again. Tiffany takes advantage of the reprieve to try something different. She removes her shoes and socks. Taking one of her pink socks, she slips it over Rex’s front paw, covering the little claw that is giving her grief. It looks like it should work pretty well. She covers the other paw with her other sock, then she gets back down to her hands and knees, waiting for Rex to try again. He mounts her again and starts humping. She reaches underneath and, finding the dog’s sheath, guides him closer to the target. Now she can feel his pointy dick all around on her pussy. Suddenly, he plunges inside her. No subtlety here! It would be nice if he could enter more slowly. He is humping her at a frantic pace. When she becomes accustomed to him inside her, it feels great, again! They are actually doing it. She feels his knot against her entrance, so she closes her legs, to prevent him from going deeper. She reaches her hand beneath her shirt and begins to play with her titties. Pushing her bra up for better access, she pulls on her nipples, first one, then the other.

This position does not provide much cliteral stimulation, so Tiffany reaches her hand down and finds her swollen clit. There is plenty of lubrication, and she uses it to rub around her clitorous. It is a little difficult to stay steady on her legs and one arm with the way Rex is slamming into her. Soon, Rex begins to slow his pace and reduces the force of his thrusts. Tiffany can feel the familiar tension building within her, and she knows that her climax is imminent. Rex is still humping and has started whining. She can feel the pressure of his knot on her entrance. Rex begins to spill his seed, deep within her and she can feel it running out and down her thighs. With that she feels herself go over the edge and her insides begin to heave in an orgasm.

Rex is panting more than ever, now. He rests his body down on Tiffany as if he is exhausted. After a couple minutes, his limp dick slips out and he jumps off. Tiffany can feel more of his deposit running down her thighs and he licks her until Tiffany gets to her feet. She goes to the sink in the feed room and washes up and puts her clothes back on. When she returns to the main room of the barn, Rex is gone, along with her pink socks! With hands on hips she calls for him. When he does not come, she runs out of the barn, calling frantically, “Rex! Rex! Come here you naughty dog!” Rex is nowhere to be found. At that moment, her older sister pulls into the drive to pick her up. In desperation she continues to call and look for the canine wearing her socks. With her sister’s patience depleted, she finally has to admit defeat and leave. What will Lacey think when she sees her dog wearing sox on his front paws? Tiffany decides it might be best to keep quiet about it. Lacey doesn’t need to know that she was even here.

Later that night, Tiffany lays awake reviewing the happenings of the day. She experiences tingly feelings all over when she thinks about what happened and how she felt. Suddenly she remembers the video camera on the patio. That could be evidence of her having been at the farm, today. Would Lacey or her parents associate her presence that day, with the pink socks on their dog? Naw. Rex probably ran away because of the sox. He probably wanted to be by himself to chew them off, feeling embarrassed or awkward with them on his paws. Does Lacey even know about the security camera? Maybe a security service monitors the camera? She would have to find out what Lacey knows about it.

On Saturday morning, Tiffany is bored and looking for something to do. She wanders down the street with no destination in mind. She comes to the bowling alley and decides to go inside and watch. It is not too busy this morning, but since it is Saturday it will likely get busy in the afternoon and evening. There are a couple teams practicing for a tournament tomorrow night. Walking along the lanes, she comes upon a nice looking red headed woman that looks to be in her late thirties, bowling alone. Watching her from behind, Tiffany notes that her game needs some help. Tiffany is actually pretty good at bowling. Her dad is something of a fanatic, and has taken her bowling since she was a little girl. He is the only one she has ever heard of who watches bowling tournaments on TV.

The woman senses that someone is watching her, turns to Tiffany, smiles, and says, “I’m not very good at this. A friend wants me to play with him in a tournament on Sunday, so I thought I should come here and practice so I don’t make a total fool of myself.” She has a beautiful smile, and Tiffany wonders if the red hair is real. She has an athletic build, and seems well put together.

I like this woman, and don’t have anything going on, so I say,” My dad taught me a lot about bowling. I would be happy to give you a few pointers if you would like.”

“That sounds fantastic!” she says. “My name is Lisa!” and she reaches out a hand in greeting.

“And I’m Tiffany.” I say, walking over to shake her hand. She has a firm grip, I notice. “Let’s start with your beginning stance and your grip on the ball.” Lisa turned out to be a quick learner, and her game made noticeable improvement.

We pass a very pleasant morning. Lisa is easy to visit with, and I feel comfortable around her. We get along so well, it is hard to believe she is so much older than me.

“Tiffany, you have helped me a great deal this morning and I have really enjoyed your company. Can I buy you lunch?” She offers.

“Sure. That’s nice of you, but you don’t need to feel obligated.” I say.

Lisa waves her hand, “Nonsense”, she says. “I would love to get to know you better. You seem to know a lot about bowling, but I think you know about other topics, too. What are you hungry for? There’s a cute Italian place around the corner? Or the custom burger joint over on the main drag? Or we could order a pizza to my house? Whatever you like.”

We move off toward her car. I say “Pizza is always good.”

“Great! Pizza it is, then.” We pause on the sidewalk while she places the order on her cell phone. “Let’s go.” She says. “I just live about a mile from here.”

It is surprising how Lisa and I have hit it off. We have literally just met, but I feel like we are old friends. On the short drive to Lisa’s house, I discover that she is 36, sells upscale homes and real estate, and is divorced with no children. “I am a free spirit.” She says. “I am in the lifestyle, and being free works better for me.” I am not sure what that means, but I smile and nod. She seems much younger than 36 to me.

We pull into a small, but beautiful home at the end of the cul-de-sac. “Well, this is it.” She says as she turns the key off in the ignition and we get out.

Opening my door I say, “It’s a beautiful place. This is less than a mile from where I live.”

“Please come in”, she says, opening the door for me. “Can I get you something to drink? I think I will have a glass of wine.”

“No thanks” I say “I’ll wait until the pizza arrives.”

As she pours her wine, she asks, “So, do you have a boyfriend?”

“Oh, my. That’s a little bit of a sore subject right now. I guess you might say that I am between boyfriends.” I say

“I’m sorry to hear that.” she says. “Somebody break your heart?”

“Actually, I broke it off with him. He is a nice fellow, but I don’t think we have a future together. He is not even fun to be with. Well, to be honest, he is the worst lover ever.” I reply.

Checking her phone, Lisa says, “The pizza should be here in five minutes.” She chuckles. “I have a little prank I sometimes do to the delivery boy. It improves the service that I get. It’s a bit risque, so I won’t do it if it bothers you, but you strike me as a girl that might enjoy something like this. When the fellow brings the pizza, I greet him at the door naked. they always seem to like it, and I get a kick out of it too.”

I am stunned. I figured Lisa to be the adventurous type, but this is over the top! I finally get myself together and say with a wry smile,”It’s no offense to me. I was just thinking how it would be if he came face to face with two naked ladies instead of just one?” And we both laughed, conspiratorially.

“OK, let’s do this, girlfriend!” She says. Lisa immediately stands and peels off her clothes. This is getting real, now. She is going for full nudity, not just topless. A lump forms in my throat. For a moment I am frozen and can neither move nor speak. Lisa looks up at me as she throws her clothes on a nearby chair. She is trying to figure me out. I smile sheepishly and get to work disrobing.

Now seeing Lisa naked, I get one of my questions answered. Even though her pussy is shaved completely hairless, her skin tones tell me that she is a real redhead. Her skin is creamy white, and her nipples and labia are very pink. My nipples look brown, by comparison. Just as I take the last item of my clothing off, we hear a car door slam outside. Lisa peeks out the window, then squeals in delight.

“Oh good. It’s George. He’s my favorite delivery boy. Won’t he be surprised! Quick, come stand right here beside me. When he rings the doorbell, I’ll count to five, then we’ll step to the door together!”

‘Ring ring.’ ‘Ring ring’. “one, two, three, four, five.” Lisa counts quietly. With one arm around my waist, we stride to the door, hip to hip. I was so nervous, I trembled a little. She flung open the door, and a tall, blond fellow stood with a pizza box and a very Shocked expression on his face. His eyes went first to me, then to Lisa, then to me, then back to Lisa. Finally he stammered “Hi, Ms McDaniels. I have a medium meat lover’s pizza. That will be fourteen dollars, seventy cents.” Lisa and I just stood there a moment, wearing nothing but our smiles, her arm still around my waist. George’s eyes have been glued to our eyes, too embarrassed to check us out. But now they begin to rove slowly down then up, first me, then Lisa, then back to me again.

Before it gets too awkward, Lisa hands George her credit card. He takes her card and sticks it into a handheld card reader. While it works, he hands the pizza box to me and smiles as he looks into my eyes again. I shift my weight from one foot to the other one and feel my boobs bounce a little. George’s eyes momentarily flit downward. His machine buzzes and whines and a receipt unrolls from a slot. He pulls out Lisa’s card and the receipt and hands them to her. As she took them, the receipt got away and the breeze carried it past us into the house. Lisa turns around, takes a couple steps and bends down to retrieve the errant slip from the floor. She bent at the waist providing a perfect view of her ass with her vertical smile peeking out from between the tops of her long legs.

George stood with his jaw slack, eyes wide. Lisa straightens, turns around and glides back to George. “Bye bye, George,” she says in a sexy voice, closing the door slowly in his face. We both stand there, barely breathing, until we hear his car door close. The tension breaks and we both break out, laughing. We laugh until we are crying. When I can speak again, I say “Oh, what a rush! That was fun! It kinda gives me a feeling of power, that we can have that effect on men. I wonder what he will tell his buddies at work?”

Lisa wipes the tears from her eyes and says “I doubt that he will say a word. He won’t want the other guys to know. He will try to get all the deliveries coming here.” We pick up our clothes and put them back on. Sitting at the table over hot pizza, we talk about George and how he reacted. “I wish you could have seen his face when you bent down to get the receipt off the floor” I say. “His eyes nearly popped out of his head.”

We both laughed some more, thinking about it again. Lisa gets more serious and adds, “Did you see how George looked at you? You are very pretty, Tiffany. You should have no trouble finding the love of your life.”

I say “Part of my problem is that I have only recently begun to come out of my shell. I used to be very shy and reserved, and had a low self image. A couple of friends have been helping me to bloom. I am just learning to have fun and be more adventurous. I love expanding my sexual horizons. What we did here today is something that I could never have done six months ago. In fact, I still can’t believe that we did it! The feeling is so exhilarating!”

Lisa sat looking past me, gazing out the window with a thousand yard stare. She doesn’t say anything for some time. Finally she turns to me with a serious, confidential look and says, “I told you that I am in the lifestyle. We are having a party next Saturday night. That’s a week from today. Would you like to come?”

I answer, “What kind of party? Where at?”

“It will be at Larry and Susan’s house, just the next block over from here. It will be a sex party. There are usually about eight to ten people there, all swingers. If you are not into that, it’s OK. I just thought you might enjoy it, since you said you like sexual adventures. I will have to get the approval of the others to allow you in, but I don’t think that will be a problem.”

“Oh, I don’t know. What kinds of things do you do? What would be expected of me? I might not be any good.” I can feel my face flush.

Lisa smiled, reassuring. “Well, it is a sex party, so there is a lot of sex. Sometimes we swap partners, and some like me, don’t have partners but come to have sex with anyone that we find attractive. It is a great place to go just for sex, without the hassles of a relationship. Sometimes girls fool around with other girls. There is no pressure to do anything and all the guys are required to wear condoms for penetration. People who come for the first time often just watch, to see what is going on and get a feel for it. That’s what I did my first time. I will warn you, it can be pretty intense the first time. Most of the people enjoy having sex with others watching, so they won’t mind at all, if all you want to do is watch. Having other people watch is part of the thrill.”

Again, Lisa left me stunned. I feel a little lightheaded. A sex party? Me? Not sure what to think. I will need to get naked in front of eight or ten people? Can I really do that? Am I becoming a total slut? What if some old guy wants to have sex with me? Ugh! But when I think about it, how can I discriminate against anyone if I am willing to let myself be fucked by a dog. And Lisa says I can just come and watch, with no obligation to participate. It might be fun to watch other people do it.

My lips start moving of their own accord, “Sure. I will be there. Is there anything else I should know?” I can’t believe I just agreed to come to the party. Perhaps I can go through with it if Lisa is there.

“I would be happy to pick you up at your house and we will go there together. I will introduce you to the others. At the party, we each tell what we want to do that night. You can tell them that you are here to watch. Rules are that if we want to do something with someone, we approach them and ask if they want to play. If they agree, we tell them how far we want to go. Then we all enter the red room. We usually all undress in there, but you can leave your clothes on if you need to. There are chairs around the perimeter of the room where we take a seat and wait for someone to ask us or else we ask someone if they want to play. We try not to leave anyone out unless they want to watch. If at any time you change your mind and you want to get involved, you just ask. It is important that you advocate for yourself and ask for what you want and what you don’t want.”

After some consideration I say “Thank you for inviting me. I will see you next Saturday evening.”

“Sure. My pleasure. Let me grab my car keys and I’ll run you home.”

I say “Oh, that’s OK. It’s only a mile and I could use some air. Thanks so much for the pizza, and the thrills!”

On the walk home I consider what I have signed up for, by agreeing to go to the sex party. I really want to watch, but I don’t know about participating. Well, I have a week to think about it. If I am not feeling it next Saturday, I can always let Lisa know and cancel out.

During the week I am with Lacey at school. She does not act awkward, says nothing about seeing me on her security camera, about her dog wearing socks and she does not ask me about coming to her house. I am dying to ask her about the hidden camera, but not sure how I can ask without revealing that I was there. I guess I will have to wait until we are together at her house, then perhaps I can point it out to her and see what she says. I am dying to know if Rex showed up at her house with pink socks on. I dare not ask.

Throughout the week I think about going with Lisa to the sex party. I am still very nervous about going, and consider canceling. But then at odd times I find myself fantasizing about the party; What I might see, the experiences I could have, and the people I might meet. I keep telling myself that I only need to watch. I have already decided what I should wear. My red mini-skirt with the pink, low cut top, always seems to turn heads. It is almost too risqué to wear anywhere else. I have a red push up bra and matching bikini lace panties that should go well with the outfit. My black patent leather boots complete the look. I am excited to wear this outfit and have already tried it on a couple times.

Saturday evening rolls around and Lisa has agreed to pick me up at eight thirty. “Oooh la la,” she says as I slide into the passenger’s seat. My palms are damp and clammy. I blush until I feel as pink as my blouse.

Lisa is no slouch, herself. She is wearing a lime green outfit that goes with her red hair. The color accentuates her green eyes and makes them stand out. The short, narrow skirt makes her long legs look even longer. I can see just a peek of her green lace panties, since her skirt is riding up in the white leather car seats. “You certainly know how to dress, yourself. You look great,” I say.

Lisa turns to me and gets serious. “How are you feeling about tonight? You nervous?”

Looking out the side window away from Lisa, I say “Twice I picked up my phone to cancel for tonight. Then I thought about what I would be missing out on and changed my mind. Right now I feel a little nauseous. Please tell me I won’t regret this.”

Lisa laughed. “I know just how you feel. I felt the same way, my first time. It’s OK to feel nervous. I think you will love it.”

We pull into the driveway of a sprawling ranch style house that is well lit. There are already five cars in the driveway. Following behind Lisa up the driveway, I notice her pumps make her long legs look even longer. Her ass sways seductively as she takes long strides. I feel like a mouse behind her, scurrying to keep up. The host welcomes us in before we even have a chance to ring the doorbell. He takes my hand as I step over the threshold. “You must be Tiffany? So glad to have you with us this evening. Can I get you ladies something to drink?”

Lisa says “Just the usual for me, Larry.”

Larry looks to me, “A glass of wine, please,” I reply.

Larry says “You ladies go on in while I get your drinks.”

We walk into the living room where people with drinks are mingling and talking among themselves. A woman of about 30 in a black evening dress looks up, smiles and comes to greet us. Lisa makes introductions. “Tiffany, this is Susan, Larry’s wife. And Susan, this is Tiffany, whom I told you about.”

Susan comes over to me and folds me into an embrace. “Welcome, Tiffany. It is so good to have you join us.” Then she moves in close and speaks quietly, “you are probably a bit nervous. You will find this to be a nice bunch of people. I love every one of them and have no doubt that you will come to feel the same, once you get to know us.”

“Thank you'” I say. “I needed that.” Then Larry hands me a generous glass of wine. I take a sip of the wine to help calm my nerves and find it is delicious.

Others of the group look up and notice the newcomer and come over to introduce themselves and speak a few words of welcome. I am still nervous about what will happen tonight, but I am no longer as nervous about the people. I am certainly the youngest person here, but they all seem warm and welcoming. There is a feeling of anticipation in the air. Everyone is enjoying the drinks and the conversation, but they are looking forward to getting into the red room.

Susan stands and taps a spoon on her crystal glass to get everyone’s attention. The chatter dies down and Susan says to the group, “Welcome, everyone. I hope you are looking forward to tonight as I have been. We have eleven people here tonight. We will do introductions, as we usually do, and state what our objective is for the night. We’ll begin with Lisa and go around the room clockwise, ending with our visitor, Tiffany. Lisa?”

“Hi, I’m Lisa. I am open to just about anything except anal. As you all know, that just isn’t my thing. I am hoping for vaginal penetration or female on female.”

“Hello, I am Mark and this is my partner, Brittany. We are open to a full swap or a three-way with a male or female guest.”

“Hi, I’m Michael and this beautiful young lady with me tonight is my partner, Amy. We are both hoping for a full swap including penetration.”

“Hey, I’m Henry. I am hoping to have sex with a nice lady, tonight. Penetration is good, but will participate without penetration, if that is what is desired. I will play with a couple, but not interested in male on male activity.”

“My name, of course, is Larry and you all know my partner Susan. We are good with just about anything; full swap, three way, full penetration. Whatever.”

“Good evening, This is Cathy, my better half, and I am Brian. She wants to play with me, tonight, but would consider a threeway with another female.”

Now it is my turn. I feel a lump in my throat but bravely speak with more confidence than I feel. “Hi, everyone, my name is Tiffany. Thanks for allowing me to join you tonight. Since this is my first time with you guys, I will probably just watch.”

Larry stood and addressed the group. “OK, I think we’re all set. Shall we move to the red room?” This was met with “Yea”, “Good”, “Let’s go”, and general agreement. People got up and quickly moved out the door to another room. I am surprised at the eagerness. For myself, I feel a lot of trepidation. I could walk back out the door right now. Even though the people are nice, I just don’t feel like I fit in, but my curiosity keeps me moving towards the red room.

I follow the other guests down the hall and enter through a door into another room. There is no doubt why it is called the ‘red room.’ The walls and ceilings are painted a deep maroon color, the lighting comes from red bulbs on a dimmer switch. Comfortable red armchairs line the perimeter of the room. In the middle of the room are mattresses, lined up together on the floor, each with a red velvet mattress cover. There are red velvet, heart shaped pillows scattered about on the mattresses. Red towels are draped over each of the chairs and more are hanging from hooks on the walls. Muted music emanates from four speakers hung from the walls near the ceiling. I notice a pleasant, clean scent present in the room.

People speak together in a natural, relaxed way as they remove their clothes and hang them on hooks on the walls. I’m not sure what to do, myself. I feel so awkward, just watching as other people are getting ready to have sex. I remove my clothes down to my bra and panties. Lisa looks at me and gives me a reassuring smile. I spread a towel before curling up on a chair across from the door. I have a feeling that I might need to touch myself before the night is over. As I survey the room, I see that people are pairing up in groups of three or four mostly. Lisa has found a place on the mattresses with Brian and Cathy. Cathy has her legs open wide for Lisa, who is eating her out. Brian is at the side of Lisa, fondling her breasts while also stroking her back and buttocks. Larry and Susan have found a place on the mattresses beside Mark and Brittany. They are kissing passionately and I see that Brittany is slowly stroking Larry’s cock as he kisses Susan. Michael has already penetrated Amy, doggy style, and Amy is sucking on Henry at the same time she is being shagged. Soft moans and murmuring voices are heard, here and there. Looking around, it seems like there is a lot going on.

People are moving slowly, not in a hurry. Next thing I know, Lisa and Cathy are scissoring, humping and grinding their pussies together. Brian is putting on a condom, getting ready to penetrate somebody. Amy is now on Henry, riding him cowgirl style. Mark and Susan are doing a 69, with Susan on top. Larry is putting on a condom as he watches Brittany using a big vibrator on her pussy. It is obvious that he plans to fuck Brittany. It is getting to the point that I am losing track of who belongs with who.

It is very arousing to sit there and watch what is going on. I am impressed with the caring and togetherness that I feel in the group. No one is left out. No one but me, that is. I have a strong feeling that I should be in the group, participating. In my fantasies, I only imagined myself as a voyeur, observing. I never imagined myself as a participant. But now I feel myself being drawn in and I want to be part of the action. At the same time, I am not sure how that would work. Do I just go out there and ask if I can join in? That approach is too obtrusive to join in now. Everyone seems to have a partner and several are engaged in sex. I badly want to get fucked, though, so decide to look for an opening.

Suddenly, I notice that Larry is fucking Britanny and they are both are very much into it. Mark and Susan are just sitting next to each other watching their partners fuck. Susan is not paying Mark any attention, but is intently watching her husband and I wonder if she is jealous? Mark looks almost disinterested in the couple making love. He is slowly stroking his own cock, and I think he is very turned on and he still wants to fuck. What really catches my attention is the size of Mark’s member. He is probably seven or eight inches long, and as big around as any penis I have ever seen, even in porn. I really want to try to get him inside me.

Steeling my nerve, I say a little prayer, get up and take the rest of my clothes off. Getting on my hands and knees on the mattresses, I make my way over toward Mark and Susan. I’m not sure how old Mark is, but he is probably old enough to be my dad. He looks like he takes good care of himself, though, and is no stranger to the gym. My approach is going to need to be right. If I get to him and he doesn’t want me, I will be mortified. I don’t know how I could handle the humiliation of being rejected in front of all these people.

I need to look seductive, but not desperate. I need to be sure that he sees me approaching him. It might not work too well if he doesn’t see me coming and I startle him. He is absently watching his wife make love to another man, and hasn’t seen me coming yet. I slow my progress, hoping that he will notice me.

Suddenly he notices movement and looks my way. I am ten feet away. I fling my hair over my shoulders and give him my most seductive smile and look him dead in the eyes. I fluttered my eyelids at him and lick my lips. He smiles at me, which is encouraging. He glances at Susan, who seems to have forgotten that Mark exists, then he turns back to watch me approach. Being much nearer now, his cock looks more glorious than ever. The veins are standing out and I can see it pulsing in time with his heart beat. The thought goes through my mind that he must work out his penis in the gym, too. Susan is still engrossed in the couple making love and so far has not noticed my approach. I come within four feet and get ready to say something, when Susan notices me near them. Looking squarely at Mark, I say “Hi, there. Wanna play with me?” My heart is in my throat. I can literally feel it pounding there. Mark checks me out, from top to bottom. His mouth drops open a bit, and I think he wants me. Then he looks to his wife, Brittany, hoping for her approval. She looks at me, checking me out, turns back to Mark and gives a subtle nod. Mark looks back to me, smiles, and motions for me to come to him. I move over to his side, place my hands on his shoulders and begin to massage them with my boob against his arm.

“What do you want to do?” Mark asks me.

Leaning in closer to his ear I say, “I want to go all the way with you, Mark.”

“I thought you only wanted to watch. Did you change your mind?” He asks

“Yeah, I changed my mind. I saw you watching Larry and Brittany and thought you looked like you wanted more. I noticed your cock and I want some of that.” I said.

He turns to Susan and says “Is it OK with you?”

Susan says, “What? Oh, sure. That’s fine.” She is so engrossed in what Larry and Brittany are doing, that she has all but forgotten Mark.

“This is not your first time, is it?” He asks.

“Yes.” I reply nervously and notice his brow lower with concern. “I mean no. I am not a virgin. But I have never done it at a sex party before.” I hope I don’t bungle this.

He turns around towards me and says, “Just relax, Tiffany. We are going to make this special for you.” I roll over on my back and open my legs wide for him. My pussy already feels tingly and wet. Looking down at it I can see that the outer lips are puffy and swollen. Mark moves up between my legs and I see his monster cock swinging with his movement. I push my boobs together and tweak my nipples. Mark looks hungrily at my breasts. He bends down and kisses each nipple, then all over my boobs and surrounding chest. Then he moves up my body and lays on me, covering my mouth with his. He kisses me hard and I tangle my hands in his hair. His tongue enters to explore my mouth as we kiss.

My boobs press into his chest and my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. I can feel Mark’s monster cock, pushing against my moist slit. “I need you inside me. Please, will you fuck me now?”

Mark gives an animal growl and raises his hips as he reaches down for his dick, to guide it home. I have a moment of fear as he rubs the mushroom tip of his dick around my pussy. What if it hurts? What if it doesn’t fit? Mark finds my opening and gently applies pressure. I try to relax and I feel the tip enter me, then an involuntary clench in my vagina. I have moved my hands down his back. I am not aware that I am digging my nails into him. I force myself to relax, knowing that if I don’t, this could really hurt me. As I relax, I feel another couple inches slip inside me, and I gasp and clinch in my vagina again. When he feels that he pauses. It takes me half a minute to adjust and relax my muscles. I feel him slip inside me a little more, before I gasp and clinch again, and he pauses. Now I am really feeling the fulness of his monster dick.

The next time that I am able to relax, Mark begins to slowly move, in and out of me. He still cannot get his full length into me. I feel myself relax some more and I am beginning to really enjoy this. He groans a little and says “You feel so good! So tight, so velvety soft!.” His gentleness really impresses me. As I relax, I realize, now, just how hard I have been digging my fingers into his back. It must have been painful for him. It is now that I am aware that I have a sheen of sweat over my face and forehead. I say, “I love what you do to me. I can hardly believe your monster cock is inside me. It feels unbelievable.” Pulling Mark’s head down to mine, I kiss him deeply and he responds in kind. He begins to speed up his thrusting and I know his arousal is building. I have been so focused, that I forgot about the other people all around me. Looking around, I see Larry with his arm around Brittany on one side and Susan on the other, watching us. They must have finished. They have that post-coital look about them.

After a while, I arch my back and hear myself moan as the tension breaks and I feel my orgasm sweep over me. I gasp like a fish out of water and feel a little light headed. Mark’s thrusts are picking up speed and it feels like his dick is swelling inside of me. His cock begins to jump inside me and I know that he is filling his condom with his seed. I wish that he would not have the condom on and that he would be pumping his seed into me. When he is finished, he collapses onto me for a minute, and I struggle to breath under his weight. I feel him shrink inside me, and he rolls off to lay beside me, still panting.

I lay there beside him, my legs apart with my pussy exposed to everyone in the room and not caring. My arms are crossed over my chest, eyes closed and a silly grin on my face. Laying like that, I feel myself drift away into sleep.

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