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It was the day for the next party and Debby was coming by my office to pick me up. It was now the end of August, and the usual round of parties was disrupted for a weekend fling in the country. Ted and Alice West, several years older than anyone else in the group, owned a summer place up on Taylor Lake. For years now, the last party of the summer was a weekend long fuckfest at their camp, which was supposed to be very secluded and private. The Wests were, in fact, two of the founding members of our little group. He was a news anchor on a local TV station, and both were in their early forties. Still, aside from grayish blonde hair, both were in excellent shape, with bodies that looked ten years younger. Alice, in particular, had a very taut, muscular body, with small tits and a really tight pussy. She had come in second during the Olympics Night competition.
So Debby took the boys down to stay with her mom for the weekend and then drove back to pick me up. Since we live twenty-five minutes from where I work, in the opposite direction from the lake, it made sense for her to pick me up, rather than for me to drive home first. She wasn't sure when she'd get there, so I planned on keeping my afternoon free of appointments, and simply bug out whenever she showed up. I mean, it's never all that busy on Friday afternoon anyway. It was about three when I glanced out my window to see her pulling into the parking lot.
I stood and waved to her. Debby saw me and waved back, then pulled up to the rear entrance. I cleaned off my desk and grabbed my jacket, then headed out to leave. Debby was still behind the wheel, so I slid in the passenger side to ride shotgun. I leaned over to kiss her, and she put it in gear. Surprisingly, she was wearing a business suit. A tight, tailored, khaki colored outfit, jacket and knee length skirt, cream colored frilly blouse, matching heels. Not what I was expecting for a weekend getaway. But before I could ask, she was talking.
"You'll never guess what Mom did. When she told the general the boys were coming down, he told her to bring them over to the base. He's going to let them sleep over in a barracks tonight and give them a cook's tour all day tomorrow. Brian and Jimmy are so excited!"
"Wow!" I agreed. "I'd of loved that when I was a kid. What, is he going to stay with them tonight?"
"Um, hum. He was there at the house, and we loaded them into an open topped Jeep or something, and off they roared. The boys were even wearing these helmets he had brought over!"
I laughed. I could just envision these things drooped down around their shoulders.
"I wonder what your mom thinks of this. With him babysitting the boys, who's going to give her close order drill?"
"Jimmy, you pig! That's my mother you're talking about!" protested Debby. Still, she was smiling. "I suspect that's what the general was doing there that morning. Drilling Mom."
"They'll just have to use the parlor for a few days," I commented.
Debby just laughed, then turned the wheel sharply and pulled into a McDonald's. "Honey, do you mind if we eat early? I'm starved, and I have no idea when or if we eat tonight."
"Sure. But pull in and park. I eat while driving enough as is. Let's go inside."
Debby parked and we went in. After taking our burgers and fries to a small table, I asked her why the suit.
"Job interview," she mumbled out around a mouthful of fries.
"Huh? I thought you were going back to the gym this fall?" For several years now, ever since Brian had started school, Debby had been working part time at a fitness center in town. I told her she was fit to begin with, but she simply asked how I thought she stayed that way. What the hell, the kids were in school (she quits every summer). It keeps her from hanging around street corners, and she makes enough for pocket change and putting some in the bank. The pocket change she blows on clothes, occasionally fancy party outfits, more often hot and sexy nightgowns and such. Fuck Clothes, she calls them.
"I am. But Sue sold the place in June, and Margie told me the new owner's a bit of a stuffed shirt. I figured I better make a good impression." She kept eating.
"And?"
"And what?"
"And did you get the job?" I asked.
"Oh, sure. Really a formality. Mr. Benjamin's not that bad, and Margie put in the good word for me. No problem."
We finished in a few minutes, Debby cleaning up my fries. No lunch, I gathered. I took the keys from her as we headed to the car.
"Thanks, hon, I've been driving all day."
Getting back onto Route 40, I turned the car north and headed for the lake. After a few minutes, Debby leaned back with her hands above her head and stretched. She really extended, like a cat waking, and I kept one eye on her. Her skirt raised several inches above her knees, and the jacket looked like it was about to pop it's buttons. She looked over to see me watching, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
I took my right hand off the wheel and dropped it to her left knee, just below the skirt. I idly rubbed the nylon covered flesh as I replied, "Why, nothing, dear." But I didn't remove my hand, and in fact moved it between her legs and slightly higher, at least as far as the tight skirt would allow.
Debby grinned. "James, what kind of woman do you think I am?"
"I know what kind of woman you are," I said grinning.
She unbuckled her seat belt and slid across the bench seat to the center, next to me. Arching her back slightly, she reached down and tugged the skirt higher. While still only at mid-thigh, it now allowed her legs to spread slightly, and I moved my fingers northward. I began to gently rub and massage her thigh through her hose.
Debby closed her eyes and leaned against me, moaning lowly deep in her throat. After several minutes like this, she quietly said, "Maybe we can stop along the way for a little tradition?"
"Capital idea." Awkwardly, I pushed my hand deeper between her thighs and was delighted to discover that Debby wasn't wearing pantyhose after all, but stockings. My fingers lingered above the tops. In response, Debby tugged the skirt even higher, and I soon was brushing my fingertips across thin lacy panties.
"Take off your blouse," I ordered.
She unbuttoned her jacket and leaned forward to remove it. She laid it on the seat next to her, and began unbuttoning her blouse. This took a bit longer, as she had to stop and unzip her skirt in order to pull out her shirttails and undo the bottom buttons. Looking around at traffic, she waited for a tractor trailer to pass, then skinned off the shirt and threw it in the back. Squirming down in the seat, she pulled the jacket back on and buttoned it up.
"Now the bra."
With an performance worthy of a contortionist, she pulled both arms inside the jacket arms. My fingers continued to brush along her panties, feeling the warmth and moisture being generated. Debby undid the front clasp on her bra, which I had noticed was quite sheer and lacy. She poked her arms out again, then reached inside her jacket and pulled her bra out, which she also threw behind her.
"Ta da! Better?" she asked, snuggling back against me.
"Better. But you forgot something. Take the skirt off, too."
"You'll have to move your hand first."
I pulled my hand out and began driving two handed again. Debby raised her hips and pushed the unzipped skirt to the floor, where she kicked it off and left it. I glanced down at her as she moved against me again. The stockings were fairly long, mid thigh at least, and held up by a frilly tan garter belt. Her panties were also tan, transparent and lacy, and held on by strings which untied on either side. Debby took my right hand in hers and pulled it from the steering wheel, pushing it against her pussy. She spread her legs wide, and I began to vigorously finger her through the thin fabric.
Debby shuddered and closed her eyes. While her left hand guided my fingers around her labia, her right hand moved up and undid the top button on her jacket. She move her hand inside, and I knew she was playing with her nipples. Moaning quietly, she said, "I put that ball in. You know, the one you bought me? When I went to the bathroom after eating. I stuffed it in. I hoped you'd want to do this." I just grunted acknowledgment and continued to play with her.
After her first orgasm, I had her untie her panties and throw them behind the seat. Her pussy was still shaved, and my fingers promptly found her naked clit. In short order I had her gasping and shaking, screaming in pleasure as I made her come a second and third time. Finally, I decided to give her a break. I pulled my hand away and put my arm around her shoulders. Debby sagged back into the seat, shuddering and breathing heavily, her face flushed and her exposed cleavage showing a light sheen.
By now I figured we had only about fifteen minutes of travel left. Tightening my grip around her shoulders slightly, I pushed her down on the bench seat. Debby opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Your turn?" she asked.
"Uh, huh," I agreed.
"Okay. Just don't get in an accident." Debby squirmed around on the seat to face me. Carefully avoiding the steering wheel, she reached over with both hands and undid my belt and pants. Tugging, she began to pull them lower. Carefully lifting my hips, I let her pull my pants and shorts low enough on my thighs that my cock, straining to escape, was exposed. It pointed at the roof, throbbing and pulsing. Debby began to worm down on the seat, but I stopped her first.
"Wait," I said. Taking my free hand, I undid the rest of the buttons on her jacket. Her heaving tits, with their massive pointy nipples, pushed the fabric open. I feasted an eye on the vision for a moment, then said, "Okay, now." As she sank her head into my lap, I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her lower. I wanted an immediate deep throat, and Debby stuffed it all into her greedy mouth.
Having Debby blow me while driving is a bit of a dirty trick on her. The physical act of driving requires enough concentration that I simply can't come while driving. I don't think she has caught on, because I usually end up pulling off the road first. But today, I just kept driving. A few minutes before we got there, I reached over and began rubbing the globes of her ass, sticking out below the jacket hem. Rubbing my fingers in the crack, Debby shifted enough for me to insert a finger into her asshole. Now she was moaning again, the sounds muffled by the cock in her mouth.
Spotting their name on a mailbox, I pulled off the road and drove down a long, tree lined driveway. Several cars were already parked there as I pulled in and stopped. Alice waved from the porch and began to approach. I put it in park and turned off the key. Time to let Debby finish me off!
Alice came up to the car as Debby began a fast up and down motion on my root. I rolled down the window as Alice approached.
"Hi! I was going to ask where Debby was, but I guess I don't have to," she said. Debby pulled off and began to look up, but I pushed her face into my crotch again.
"Don't stop now, honey," Alice said. "I want to watch." Alice was barefoot, wearing a bikini top and cutoff jeans. Her hands moved down to her crotch and began rubbing her pussy through the fabric. I reached out the window and pushed the triangle tops to the side, exposing her small tits. Her nipples were rock hard as I began to pinch and fondle them. Alice responded by unzipping her shorts and thrusting her fingers into the naked slit they covered. No panties, I noticed. Debby really went to work on me, and Alice and I came together, Alice crying out as pussy juices flowed onto her hands, I grunting as I spewed upwards into Debby's greedy mouth.
My cock wilting between her lips, Debby sat up again and licked her lips. Alice adjusted her clothing and went around the other side of the car. Debby spread her thighs wide and probed with her fingers for the silver ball. Alice's eyes opened wide at the sight. Debby stepped out and the two embraced. She moved to pick up her clothes, but I said I'd bring everything in.
"Good, because I need a stiff cock right now," she announced.
Alice laughed and pointed her in the direction of the house. "Just go in there dressed like that and somebody will take care of you." She laughed some more, as Debby marched inside, taking off her jacket as she went. Coming back to my side, she opened the door for me while I zipped up and got out. "Speaking of cocks…" she continued. "You just warmed me up. I want more." Taking my hand, she led me to a lawn lounger down by the water.
I lay down on the lounger, and Alice sat down next to me, sitting and facing to the side. She promptly undid my pants again and reached inside. She stroked me to hardness and tugged my pants down to my knees. My cock had a thick coating of come and saliva that was drying in the breeze. Alice stood briefly to unzip her shorts and allow them to fall off, then she straddled me and the chair and sank down onto the cock straining upwards. Her pussy nibbled me as she impaled herself slowly. Who cared about gray hair! Her bald pussy was so amazingly tight! She leaned forward and I put my hands behind her back to undo her top. Tossing this aside, I began to nibble on her nipples, inflamed and erect. Alice supported herself with her arms on the sides of the lounger as she rocked above me, and we came together, just minutes after our last orgasms.
Ted didn't come up until late that night, after the eleven o'clock news. That first night was just another mad orgy, everybody naked in the huge living room overlooking the shore. Finally, as we tired, two by two, couples retired to the bedrooms on the second floor. The rule about not sleeping with your spouse was canceled for the weekend, and we generally went to bed with our regular partners.
But there's an exception to every rule. I had really racked my balls that night, and Debby climbed on top as soon as I got into the sack. I came, weakly I suppose, and she asked if I would mind if she went looking for some more action. She had been in a real fever since I had worked her over on the drive up.
"Sure, honey, go ahead. I'm beat. Sorry."
"Don't be silly. See you later." I watched her get out of bed and put on a crotchless teddy that tied up the front. Then she turned out the light and left. I was asleep in seconds.
I awoke when the morning light came through the window above the bed. I could feel a warm backside pressed into my stomach, and I reached around and ran my fingertips over the full breasts to the nipples and began to move them in soft circles. Smiling, I pried open my eyes.
It wasn't Debby! This was Carol, in a short sheer robe that had loosened nicely, spilling her tits out. "Morning," she said.
"Morning," I replied. I almost stopped my motions, but the look on her face changed that notion. "What are you doing here?"
Carol reached under the sheets and into my briefs. As she fondled my swiftly stiffening dick, she pouted and asked, "What's the matter? Don't you want me here?"
I groaned at the sensations swirling around my crotch. I moaned out, "Oh God, no. Don't stop," I begged.
"I met your wife in the bathroom last night. She said you were tired and sleepy, and she still wanted some more. I said I was feeling a bit out of it, too, and suggested we switch off. Jerry was in a randy mood, let me tell you. So she headed off to our room, and I came here."
"Don't tell my wife this, but thank God! She like to broke it off last night."
"I think she was planning on doing that to Jerry. I looked in on them before I came up. She was bent at the waist, grabbing her knees and spreading her legs, and Jerry was assfucking her like it was his last chance."
"Wow," I said. All during this little conversation, we had continued to stimulate the other. Thoroughly worked up, Carol peeled off her robe and pushed my briefs down to my knees. Squirming atop me, she spread her legs and wriggled downwards. When my cockhead butted against her pussy, she wormed a hand between us and guided my stiff cock into her cunthole. Then she continued to squirm south until it was fully ensconced. We lay like that for several minutes, leisurely fucking ourselves awake. Then Carol, her breath quickening, supported herself on her elbows and began to move her body against mine. Her pelvis ground against me as she dragged her full tits through my chest hairs. She braced her feet against mine and began thrusting her cunt down onto me. She came quietly about a minute before I did, continuing her motions until I spurted up into her waiting and willing twat.
Carol rolled off me and we rested in each other's arms until our chests stopped heaving. Then a gentle knock on the door roused us, and we looked up as Debby staggered into the room. She definitely looked fucked out, eyes sleepy, hair tousled, naked, Jerry's come running down both thighs.
"Move over, Jimmy. I need some sleep." Carol and I laughed heartily and we separated as Debby collapsed onto the bed between us.
Carol rolled out of bed and stood up. "Come on, Jimmy, let's go grab a quick shower before all the hot water is used up!" she said.
I hopped out of bed and followed, stopping only to throw the covers over my wife and grab some slacks and a shirt. We could hear the sounds of movement downstairs as my wife began to gently snore. She was probably the only one sleeping. Or maybe Jerry was sleeping, too.
Amazingly, the bathroom was empty and there was plenty of hot water. Deciding to conserve water, Carol and I showered together. We must have been filthy. Carol had to really scrub my cock, and I had to concentrate on her tits and pussy. Fortunately, Carol is several inches taller than Debby. I took her standing up in the shower, from behind, something I can only do when Debby is wearing heels. This fuck was much more energetic than our earlier screw. Afterwards, we dried each other off, again concentrating on cock, tits, and cunt. Wouldn't want to chafe!
I pulled on the clothes I had brought and Carol wrapped a towel around her lush body. Then we kissed farewell and she went her way, to dress, and I went mine, to get some breakfast.
Mode of dress today was erotic casual. The guys wore mostly shorts or swim trunks and short sleeved shirts. The girls generally wore short sundresses with nothing underneath, or perhaps a bikini, and high heeled sandals. The pace was equally casual. While it was nothing to enter a room to find a swimsuit down and a dress up, the wearers rutting madly, the frenzied antics of the previous night were past. Today, we simply lounged around, resting and swimming, and occasionally taking a partner aside for some loving.
There was one small exception. Dan and Cindy had to leave by mid-afternoon, to go to a wedding. We all made an attempt to ensure they were well fucked before they had to run. I plowed Cindy twice, once after breakfast and once right before they climbed in their car. I noticed Debby working Dan over as well, and wasn't surprised when he asked Cindy to drive.
Dinner was steaks and baked potatoes. The guys decided to cook. Bob and Ted ran the grill while I settled behind the bar. Jeff and Jerry ran errands and otherwise made themselves useful. Still, it got fairly interesting.
Alice was bringing a plate of steaks to her husband at the grill. Before he took the plate from her, he made a long arm and untied her halter top, exposing those pert tits to the late afternoon sun. She squealed while the rest of us laughed. "Topless barbecue!" cried Ted, and the rest of us guys agreed enthusiastically. I reached across the bar and popped off Denise's bikini top, and the others followed. But Carol was wearing this outrageous one piece swimsuit. It tied around her neck and behind her back, and two long strings tied to a thong bottom, which wrapped around her waist and tied in front, sort of an erotic diaper. Jeff undid all the ties and pulled it away, yelling, "Naked barbecue!" A couple of the girls protested, laughing, but were rapidly caught and stripped down. In short order, they were wearing nothing but their high heels.
We kept them away from the grill, to keep them from being burned or splattered. After dinner, Ted went into the kitchen and returned with several cans of spray whip cream. "Dessert," he announced. Tugging my wife into his lap, he liberally applied the whipped cream to her bountiful breasts and pussy, then passed the can along. We all got into the spirit of things, and licked the ladies to screaming orgasms. Then we all dropped trou and gave them each a vigorous screwing.
It was still early evening, and several of us wanted to go out and find a bar. Debby, Carol, Bobbi, Jeff, and I all took fast showers to clean up. The others decided to stay in. This didn't overly surprise me in some ways. Ted and Alice, in particular, take considerable care to maintain an appropriate public persona. They didn't want it known that the local newsman had certain kinky habits. Little did the public know that his wife never wore panties or pantyhose, only stockings and garter belts, and that her bras were only half cup affairs, designed to push up and out her exposed tits and nipples. Or that two or three times a week, Alice would show up in Ted's dressing room, for quickie fucks and blowjobs. And that Ted loved to eat his wife's bald cunt and ream her asshole.
The five of us climbed into Debby's car around dusk and headed over to Cooperville, the local town. Several bars did a good business during the season, and could be counted on to have live bands or such. Carol sat up front with me, while Debby and Bobbi flanked Jeff. The girls looked pretty good, and it occurred to me that Jeff and I might drive them into the woods later on. I suspected Jeff had similar ideas. Behind me, in the dark, I heard a zipper coming down, and skirts rustling.
But we pulled into the parking lot of the first bar we found before anything could happen. Carol, Bobbi, and I got out of the car, but Debby was still in back with Jeff. "I'll be in in a minute. I lost a contact lens," she said. Then she turned back to where Jeff was sitting and bent down. Carol and I laughed and led Bobbi inside.
"Do you think we should help?" asked Bobbi. She's sweet and a great lay, but occasionally rather naive.
"Honey, Debby has 20-20 vision. No glasses, no contacts," I laughed.
The place was fairly crowded with a college age group, but we had tremendous luck. We got up front towards the stage just as another group was standing to leave. We rushed over and grabbed the booth they were vacating before anyone could beat us to it. We ordered a pitcher of beer and five glasses, and the waitress brought them back just as Jeff and Debby showed up. They both had contented smiles on their flushed faces.
We had great seats. The band was across from us, and Jeff and I took turns squiring the ladies around the dance floor. Debby had worn stockings and a garter belt under a short halter top sundress, with no panties, and delighted in twirling around so her skirt came up to her waist. Several fellows literally became bug-eyed watching her. Either Jeff or I stayed at the table at all times, to guard our seats and our babes. Carol was also looking good in a wrap skirt over a tank top, and Bobbi was cute in a denim halter top and a denim miniskirt. Debby was the only one wearing any stockings, but all three had on high heels. Although I limited my drinking to about one beer an hour, Jeff and the girls slowly got tanked.
Late that night, about eleven, some guy took the mike to announce the weekly wet T-shirt contest. Amid loud and raucous hooting, he told any girls interested to come back stage. T-shirts would be available and the winner took home $250. The place was a packed madhouse, and a bunch of good looking girls started filing up front and backstage.
Bobbi turned to us and asked, "What do you think? Should we go?" She was the smallest of the girls and the beer had really done a number on her.
Carol just laughed. "Shit, kid! I'm ten years older than those girls! Are you nuts?"
"What about you, Debby?" pressed Bobbi.
"Nah. But hey, go on up if you want." Jeff and I enthusiastically nodded agreement. Bobbi hesitated nervously, but we could tell she wanted to try.
Then her face fell. "Shit! I can't go. I'm not wearing any panties!" Jeff and I roared with laughter, while Bobbi looked daggers at us.
Carol shook her head, grinning. "Sorry, hon. Neither am I. This is a body suit. Besides, mine would fit you like a tent."
"Me neither," confessed Debby, wrinkling her brow. Then her face brightened. "Come on, I've got a pair in the glove box."
Jeff laughed some more. "You keep underwear in the glove box?"
"No!" laughed my wife. "But last month Jimmy and I went parking and he took them off me. I stuffed them in the glove box and forgot about them till now." Turning back to Bobbi, she said, "Well, you want to or not?"
"Okay. Come back stage with me?" She was a bit nervous.
"Sure. But before you go out, I'm coming back here to watch!"
Bobbi grinned and agreed, and the two took off, slipping through the crowd to the door. I ordered another pitcher of beer, and the three of us sat back for the show to start.
Debby showed up about halfway through the first set of girls, grinning and giving a thumbs up to us as she approached. Bobbi had a shot at winning this, Jeff and I told each other. She was young, only twenty-four, and had a classic hourglass figure, 36-24-36. Nice big bouncy tits and a GREAT ass. But Debby and Carol were a bit nervous. After being sprayed down and dancing, the contestants tried to influence the crowd by flashing their tits and pussies at the crowd. The place roared! We weren't sure Bobbi knew what was going to happen.
There were three 'heats', so to speak, of about six girls apiece. The winners would go against each other in a final. But if Bobbi didn't know what to expect, she caught on fast. She was in the second round, and was soon flashing as well as the others. And she could really dance up a storm, too. She was pretty tanked and didn't seem to give a fuck what she did up there! She won the second trial handily.
By the time the danceoff started, Jeff, Carol, and Debby were really hot, and so was I. Jeff and I both had major league boners, and Carol and Debby had their hands buried between their thighs, rubbing their cunts through their skirts. During the dancing all lights went off except for the stage lights, and our booth was really dark. I remembered that night Debby and I had fucked at the strip show and wondered if we could get away with it again. I leaned over and whispered in Jeff's ear. He looked shocked for an instant, but only an instant, as a look of wild glee suffused his countenance. As the three finalists came out and the lights went down, I saw him slide his hands under the table and unzip his pants. I followed his example, and moments later my hardon was waving under the tablecloth.
They soaked down the dancers good, and their firm tits were completely visible through the thin fabric. As they started to move to the beat, Jeff grabbed Carol around the waist and hoisted her onto his lap. She looked surprised but quickly got the idea, pulling her skirt up, undoing the snap at her crotch, and draping the skirt around their waists, so it hid their joined groins. Debby watched them then wide-eyed, then climbed onto my lap and, pulling her skirt up as well, impaled herself on me. We gently rocked to the beat, and turned our eyes to the stage.
On stage the action was just as crazy. Right from the start the trio began to flash tits and pussies at us. When the girl on her right tied her T-shirt above her breasts, Bobbi retaliated by taking hers off completely, dancing topless. The place went wild! Then seeing the other two pull their panties partway down their thighs, she reached down and grabbed the soaked fabric and ripped them off, literally tearing them to shreds! So much for Debby's panties! By the time she was unanimously announced winner, our fucking foursome had come and the girls had slid off our laps. Hurriedly redoing our clothes, we joined in the standing ovation, as the emcee held Bobbi's hand above her head as she pranced naked before us.
Debby and Carol ran backstage to congratulate the winner, and Jeff and I grabbed our shit and paid our tab. He could barely walk, but I was in okay shape to drive. The girls met us in the parking lot and we loaded Jeff up front with me, where he promptly fell asleep. Bobbi sat in the back, with Carol and my wife flanking her. She was so excited! She just squealed about dancing, and the girls told her that Jeff and I had fucked them while watching. This really turned her on, and she slumped down in the back seat and began playing with herself. Debby and Carol stripped her down and began to play with her tits, while Bobbi begged me to get back, crying out how much she wanted to fuck her husband. If I was thinking that Alice and Denise had probably been giving the guys a working over in our absence, I kept it to myself. Thankfully, by the time we got back to the camp, and Bobbi raced inside to find her hubby, he was up for some action. By the time I got Jeff inside, she had Bob on the couch, straddling him and fucking like her life depended on it.
It was pretty late, and most people had already gone to bed. Bob had stayed up to watch the news and read the paper, and wait for the partiers to come back. Carol went off to her and Jerry's bedroom, undressing as she went. Debby and I walked Jeff to his bedroom, where Denise was waiting, reading a book. She got up and helped us tuck him. She gave him a dirty look, but explained she wanted some loving before she went to sleep, and it didn't look like Jeff was going to help. Debby and I invited her to our room, Debby commenting that I might be helpful in that regard. Denise simply smiled and pulled a short robe over her teddy.
It got sort of interesting when we were behind closed doors. Denise threw her robe on the floor and turned to Debby, sitting on the edge of the bed and starting to unbutton her dress.
"Wait. Can I do that?" asked Denise shyly.
Debby was a bit shocked, understanding what Denise wanted. "I don't know… I mean, I've never…" she said weakly. She looked at me nervously. I sat down next to her, opposite Denise, and took her hands in mine.
"It's all right, hon," I reassured her. "Nothing's going to happen you don't want. But anyway, you have done something like this before. Earlier, in the car coming back. I watched you and Carol undress and caress Bobbi in the back seat. I thought you were enjoying it as much as she was," I said gently.
"I'm just going to take your clothes off," said Denise, slowly moving her hands towards Debby's collar. Debby relaxed slightly and slowly nodded. Denise leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek, then began to carefully undo the buttons down the front of my wife's halter dress. She stopped after a few had been opened below her cleavage. Gently pushing her hands inside, she spread the fabric and pushed it back, away from her breasts. Her palms grazed the surface of Debby's breasts and Debby shuddered, as if a small electric shock had run through her. Debby pulled her hands away from mine and reached up to and untied the straps behind her neck. The top fell to her waist, and Denise began to caress her tits and nipples, and lowered her head to Debby's neck, where she began to gingerly lick and nibble the hollow beneath her throat.
I moved slowly back, not wishing to break the girl's mood and stood. Quietly, I stripped naked, and sat down in an armchair to watch. Debby looked over at me briefly, but then closed her eyes, as she put both hands on the back of Denise's head. Denise took the hint and lowered her lips to Debby's lush tits. Her sucking became more fevered as she found the erect nipples, and Debby began to pant. I was rock hard by now, and I began to idly stroke my rigid cock. But I had no plans to jerk off, I wanted to save it for these two!
After Denise brought Debby to her first lesbian orgasm by working over her tits, she sat upright again. Denise finished undoing Debby's dress and pulled it away, to join her robe on the floor. Then she slid down to the floor and crawled between Debby's legs. Debby was wide eyed as Denise slowly and deliberately buried her face in her crotch. Then, as Denise found her target and began to lick and suck on the naked clit before her, Debby gasped and fell flat back on the bed. Denise used her lips and tongue only at first, as she peeled off her own teddy. But after she had pulled it out from under her legs, she moved both hands into Debby's crotch and applied them as well. In minutes Debby was shrieking quietly, thrashing her body and tossing her head from side to side, coming intensely. Only after two orgasms like this did Debby raise up and lie on the bed next to Debby.
I figured it was my turn now, and I walked back to the bed, my cock pointing straight at the action ahead. First I grabbed my wife's feet and pulled off her shoes. Then I bent down and removed her garter belt and peeled the long sheer stockings off her legs. Now we were all naked. "Maybe Denise would like you to kiss her?" I asked. "Or whatever?"
Denise raised herself up on her elbows and smiled over at Debby, nodding. Debby looked back and quietly said, "I don't know what to do? What should I do?" she asked Denise.
"Just do what you like having done to you. Here…" she said, rolling over so her tits were before Debby. "Why don't you lick my nipples like you'd want Jimmy to lick yours?"
I sat between their outstretched legs and ran my hands idly up their thighs, watching. I would never have thought that this would be educational, but it sure was enlightening. After licking both erect nipples before her until they glistened with saliva, Debby opened her mouth wide and engulfed one of Denise's large tits. Debby's lips sucked inwards as she vacuumed on the breast half-devoured in her mouth. One hand roughly held the breast to her mouth, and the other pulled and pinched the other nipple, hard and wet. Denise's eyes bugged out, and she put one hand on Debby's neck, simultaneously stroking and pulling her closer. Then Debby began to gently bite and chew on the nipple, and Denise began to shake all over. So that was how Debby liked to have her tits chewed and pinched?! I vowed to be rougher with them in the future. I slid a finger into both their pussies and twirled it around inside, searching for the G-spot. Debby began to shake again and Denise clamped my wife's face to her tits, crying out in passion.
By now, I was REALLY ready. I pushed the two to the center of the bed and straddled one of Denise's thighs. I rammed my cock up her cunt and pulled her other leg up, so that the thigh ran up my chest and her calf and foot were above my head. Pistoning quickly, I looked over at Debby. "Why don't you eat some pussy, Deb?" I asked, and Denise moaned and begged in agreement. Debby gave a shy smile and bent to her task. This position allowed me to really put it to Denise, while exposing her cunt to Debby's fingerings and lickings. Denise came twice, but I refused to stop until her third orgasm, when I clamped the thigh to my chest and pounded forward, exploding into her.
Afterwards, we all lay back on the bed to rest and Debby asked Denise, "How'd you learn you were gay? Or become gay? Or whatever?"
Denise laughed. "I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. I like it both ways!" She giggled and continued. "My roommate in college was a lezzy, and she taught me. But believe me! I really like a big stiff cock." At this she reached down and began to fondle me. "But if the choice is some fat, smelly guy, or a cute girl, it's no choice. I'll eat pussy instead!" She continued to caress my stiffening cock until it was hard again. "Come on, let's try something!"
Denise lay flat on her back and spread her legs wide. Then she directed Debby to straddle her, in a sixty-nine position. She reached up and pulled Debby's pussy down to her face and told Debby to start licking her cunt. Then, after Debby was dining, Denise told me to fuck Debby doggy style. I rose up and carefully positioned myself, not wanting to hit Denise in the head with my knees, then slowly penetrated my wife's cunt. Debby went wild and began to scream her joy into the pussy she was licking out, and Denise began thrashing beneath us. Later we reversed the girls, only this time I fucked Denise's ass while she was straddling Debby.
Finally, I collapsed back onto the bed and fell asleep. But I noticed I was on the side of the bed, and the girls were still working each other over next to me. I smiled and nodded off.