Sex Party Love

Two women leading the way to the bedrooms, unzipping bodices, throwing them on chairs, stepping out of panties. One man discarding his bathrobe, lying on the bed. A woman sitting beside him, taking his cock in her hand, massaging it, come along little mister, let’s get big. The other men looking on distractedly. A second woman helping the first, coaxing the cock with her tongue.

The third woman, looking up, seeing me looking at her. To my eye, the prettiest. Crop top discarded, G-string still on. Less immersed in bordello vernacular than the others, less assertive, more human. Coming over to me. You alright, baby? Yes, fine, thanks. Should we try the other room? Sounds good to me.

Leading me by the hand, closing the door behind, sitting on the bed, smiling, patting it for me to join her. What would you like, baby? Me suddenly shy, quiet voice, how about sixty-nine? Sure baby, that’s my favorite, do you want to go on top or underneath?

Arranging our bodies, me on my back, her pussy an inch above my face, my fingers pulling her lips apart. That beautiful pink sheen and tiny clitoris. Tonguing it. Something unseen and sexy happening to my cock. Using my hands to spread her buttocks wide.

Stroking her sphincter, waiting to see her response. Half expecting her to reach back and pull my hand away, gentle rejoinder, don’t go there. No such thing happening. Moving my tongue, making it hard and pointed, flicking around her sphincter. A low murmur from her, her whole body softening. Her stomach changing position, moving her pussy forward and away, bending her ass to me, searching. My tongue pushing deeper, then deeper still, her delicate muscles clinging, the centre receding. Her murmurs continuing, intenser than before. Her secret craving uncovered, counterpart to mine.

Long minutes locked together. Learning her taste and smell and texture, she learning mine. Unable to pull ourselves apart. Eventually however doing so. She dismounting, the act of doing so necessarily inelegant, somehow more beautiful thereby. Sitting quietly side by side, hugging, glowing in rare oneness.

Kissing her. Getting my clothes back on. She staying to watch me. Don’t you want to cum? Concerned eyes looking at me. My voice still quiet, no, that was perfect just as it was. Thinking, I don’t want any other sexual thing to displace that memory, I’ll leave now. Dressing, going. Returning, hugging her. Walking away. Turning back again, hugging her closer, getting hugged tight in return. Then just departing.