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And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”
-Matthew 4:19 (ESV)
Leah still felt a twinge of guilt for not agreeing to work on New Year's Eve. She was fairly certain she had worked the last five consecutive December thirty-firsts, and the bigger part of her convinced her conscience that she deserved a night off. She was sitting in church on a frosty Sunday morning waiting for the service to begin and trying to forget that the shroud of guilt she wore wasn't just for taking off work. She had skipped church the prior week, a Sunday which fell only a few days prior to Christmas. Then she lied to her mother about it.
At least I'll be able to tell her with a clear conscience that I went today, Leah sighed as she saw the Worship Team take their places on the stage. She glanced at the program and noticed that the sermon was covering the passage about the Woman at the Well in the book of John. Oh, great. Just want I need to hear is a lecture about how this slutty woman repents and follows Jesus. My dad always said that God will put the right message in your ears just when you need to hear it.
She had spent a great deal of time the night before discussing the impending New Year's Eve house party with Cap. He'd smiled at her questions, did his best not to patronize, and tried to answer frankly. “Look, a house party is just like any party you went to in college. You know, people drinking and flirting and getting it on. It's just that these people are a little older, probably won't get as tanked and aren't likely to regret anything in the morning,” was the way he'd characterized swinger parties.
“Does everyone participate? How many people will be there?” she'd asked. She felt like she was interviewing him for a position at The Pearl: trying to be objective, looking for all the pros and cons the prospective employee offered.
“No, not everyone plays. It's fine if you don't. Sometimes people are just there for the socializing, and that's cool. No one is going to pressure you, especially since I'll be there to step in if there's any hint of trouble or pushiness. Not sure how many people John and Monica are expecting for this party but there were probably about thirty at their last one,” he said.
“Are there rules? Etiquette? Things I need to know so I don't embarrass myself?” She was still envisioning walking through a room of writhing bodies piled up on the floor. “Do people just get it on out in the open? Is it like an orgy?”
Cap put his arm around her and tried to keep his poker face, “No, no only the best parties turn into orgies!” Then he erupted in laughter at how wide her eyes grew. “Darlin', it's not like that, seriously.” She was exasperated by his teasing her when she was trying to be thoughtful and deliberate in her decision making.
He cleared his throat and the playful, dimpled smile vanished. “Most vanilla people who walked into a swinger party wouldn't even know that's what's going on. You won't usually see a lot of stuff other than kissing or making out happening in the public areas of the house. Most of the time people go back to the bedrooms to play.”
“You keep saying 'play.' And you said 'vanilla people.' I don't know what all that means! 'Playing' makes it sound like it's a sport or something,” she complained, still trying to wrap her head around all of the new vocabulary.
She was surprised that now that his prior teasing was finished, he was able to be so patient. She was grateful for it, though. He seemed happy to impart his years of swinger knowledge. “Yeah, we call sex with others in the lifestyle 'playing.' If two couples get together and sex is on the agenda, they might call it a 'playdate.' And 'vanilla' is someone who isn't part of the lifestyle. Like you, right now.”
“Ah, okay. So what about the rules?” It was starting to slowly crystallize.
“Basic party rules are just to use common sense, courtesy and respect. If a door is closed, don't enter. If a door is open, you can watch but ask before trying to participate. I don't exactly see you jumping into a pile or offending anyone anyway. We try to clean up after ourselves, you know, respect the hosts. Pick up condoms and put down plastic or towels if you're a squirter.”
“I'm sorry, what?!” Leah's eyes had returned to maximum shock size. Just when I thought this stuff was starting to make sense! she lamented.
“Um, squirter?” Cap repeated. “Female ejaculation?” He watched Leah's head vigorously shake back and forth, revealing they were venturing into quite unfamiliar territory.
“I thought that was a myth?” Her head was spinning. Maybe I'm not ready for this after all, she thought, wondering where her objectiveness from moments ago had run off to.
He raked through her strawberry blonde waves with his fingertips, enjoying the feeling of the silky strands against his rough skin. “I've seen it. Trust me, it's no myth.”
“Alright, so what else do I need to know?” She wanted him to just give it to her: the good, the bad, the ugly. So I can make an informed decision, she thought. Or at least semi-informed.
He scratched his head as if trying to stimulate his brain to remember everything he should tell her. “Oh, well, every couple has their own rules. Soft swap, full swap, same room, separate rooms, kissing or no kissing, bi stuff or no bi stuff...you know, whatever floats their boats,” he rattled off.
“Um, I pretty much didn't understand one word of that. Slow down and try it again, please?” Leah asked, resisting the temptation to become frustrated.
“Soft swap means fooling around but intercourse only with your partner, full swap means intercourse – 'swapping partners' – is on the table. Same room means the couple plays only in the same room with each other; separate rooms means they are able to play in different rooms. Some couples will kiss other people; some reserve that just for each other. And bi stuff? Well, most of the women are bi to some degree. Bi males are kinda frowned upon. It's a double standard but that's just the way it is,” he explained.
Bi stuff? she repeated in her own mind. Bisexual stuff? She hadn't even considered that would be part of the equation. The scene she'd viewed at Casey's Christmas party didn't include much interaction between the two women. She had honestly never thought of a woman sexually. I don't think I'm ready for that, she decided immediately.
I can't believe I'm thinking about all this in church, she suddenly thought, jolting herself back into the present and looking around. She wondered if her expressions gave anyone seated around her even a vague inkling of what was running through her mind. The Worship Team had started the first song, a contemporary up-tempo piece, and the congregation was standing, clapping to the beat. The drummer was going crazy, wildly thrashing his head as he fervently banged his sticks on the snares and cymbals and stomped his foot on the bass pedal.
She thought about how crazy this worship service might seem to a non-believer if they were to walk into the sanctuary and witness it. Not unlike a vanilla person stepping into a swinger party for the first time, I suppose. It's all in what you know; what you're used to, right?
Leah had not admitted to Aimee that she was going through with attending the party. For two days, she'd kept her conversations with her best friend focused on the baby and how crazy Aimee's mom and sisters were driving her. Thus, she didn't feel like she could call Aimee at 7 PM on New Year's Eve to beg for advice about what to wear to her first swinger party. What was it Cap told me? she struggled to remember. He said to wear something sexy but comfortable. I don't even know if I own something conventionally sexy. And I sure as heck don't think I'm going to be comfortable no matter what I wear. She tossed a pile of clothes onto her bed and started sorting through them, throwing rejects back into her closet.
Cap had given her a great deal of advice, not only about swinger party fashion, but also about how to interact with men in the lifestyle: be flirtatious, be yourself, be honest, be adventurous, don't judge a book by its cover. Keep an open mind. Don't be afraid to say no if you're not feeling it. He said that men would like me, that they'd think I was really hot. He kept reassuring me that I was desirable. Who would've ever thought I'd be listening to advice about how to get a man to fuck me from a man I'm already fucking?
Leah had finally settled on a silver sequined tank top and a slinky black velour skirt when she remembered that she had tall black leather boots that she'd worn exactly once the prior winter because she didn't feel they were really “her.” They had shiny silver buckles up the side and came to just above her knees with a thick three inch heel. Maybe they weren't “me” last winter but this winter they are? It's completely crazy, she decided but slipped her feet into them up nonetheless. She threw a black cardigan over the tank top and zipped up the boots.
She stepped in front of the mirror and put her hands on her hips, jutting one out so she could exaggerate the feminine curve of her torso as it gently sloped into her thighs. So, this is what swinger chicks do, huh? Dress to impress. Bait their hooks to lure the men in? she smirked. And women too, I suppose, for the bi girls. But I'm sure that brings the guys in too.
Cap was due to pick her up in fifteen minutes. Better take Glory out one more time before I leave, she decided. Cap had encouraged her to leave Glory at his house with Keeper indefinitely since she had been working so much, but she was leery of making such a leap. It's one thing to stash a toothbrush at the apartment of the man you're dating, quite another to keep your dog there, she determined. And is that right? Is that how we'd characterize our relationship? Dating? She shrugged at herself, still looking at her reflection in the mirror. I guess so.
She watched the reverse-image Leah shrug back at her. Except I can't think of any other dating relationship where you go trolling for other partners on a...what is this...fifth date?
She heard his truck rumbling into the parking lot before she saw it. She threw a kiss to Glory who was occupied with a new bone in her crate, locked the door and headed down to Cap. “I trust you look stunning under that long coat,” he said as she hoisted her leg into the cab of his truck and then pulled her body into the seat.
“I look something,” Leah sighed, straightening her skirt under her wool coat. Even when she pulled it down, it remained several inches above her knees.
Cap stopped the truck with a jolt in the middle of the parking lot, fifteen yards or so from the exit. “Tell me now if you don't want to go. We'll go back to my place, open a bottle of wine and ring in the new year, just the two of us,” he suggested, with no trace of bitterness.
“I know how much you are looking forward to this,” Leah replied, looking down at her boots and the way the silver buckles gleamed in the ambient lighting from the street lamps.
“I am looking forward to it,” Cap agreed. “I have a sexy date I can show off to my friends. What man wouldn't look forward to that?” He paused to see the corner of her lip curl up in response to his compliment. “And I know you would really have fun, if you just keep an open mind and get to know some of these people. I think you'd enjoy yourself.”
“But?” Leah pressed, her lips returning to their formerly neutral position.
“But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret. And I don't want you to go just to make me happy.” He tossed the ball back into her court.
“As long as you promise you won't leave me alone and I won't be pressured into anything, then I want to go,” she said decisively.
“Oh, of course! That's a given,” he winked at her.
“I have to admit I'm dying of curiosity...to see how people interact and react to me... Oh, one thing...this isn't going to cause me any problems at work, right? It won't get back to my boss? I mean, he's cool and all but it's just none of his business, you know?” she asked. She'd been meaning to broach that subject with him, but she kept her work and private lives so compartmentalized, when she was in Cap Mode, her mind wasn't anywhere near Work Mode.
“It's the Swinger Code,” Cap promised. “We all want discretion; it's expected. If you were from around here and knew as many people as I do, you'd probably be surprised at some of the folks you run into at lifestyle meet and greets, parties and clubs. There's actually some pretty powerful people...well, Casey Fontaine for instance.”
“I know she's a realtor but...there's something else about her?” Leah questioned, her curiosity even further piqued.
“Her dad was a U.S. Congressman. Oh, he's retired from politics now but still serves on all sorts of boards and is in DC hobnobbing with famous types all the time. Everyone in the state knows who Casey Fontaine's dad is. But only a select few know that she swings or she's bisexual. By the way, you didn't hear that from me, if you know what I mean!” he winked again.
“Wow, I had no idea!” Leah considered that if Casey could work in a field like real estate where her reputation was literally her lifeblood, she had much more at stake than Leah. “Okay, okay. You know I trust you, right?”
“It makes me happy to hear you say that,” Cap said, reaching for her hand. He squeezed his thick fingers around hers and shifted his truck back into drive.
Fifteen minutes later, Leah heard the heels of her black boots clicking against the brick path leading up to a town home on the bayside in North Ocean City, just south of the line separating Maryland from Delaware. She felt Cap's fingertips pressing against the small of her back as he guided her from the rear. Like he's steering a boat, she mused, trying to distract herself from the butterflies that were dancing in her stomach. Yeah, forget flitting about aimlessly and causing mild anxiety; they're having the freaking Olympic Opening Ceremonies in there.
Before she could knock or ring the doorbell, a woman at the door pushed the glass storm door open and ushered them inside while she simultaneously shouting back into the kitchen to maintain whatever conversation she was having as they approached. “Well, Captain Chris Sheldon, it's been damn near forever since I saw you!” she gushed as soon as they were inside.
“You didn't see me at the Christmas party?” he asked and she shook her head, still smiling. He gestured toward Leah. “Oh, Monica, this is my date, Leah. She's new to all this, so be gentle!”
The hostess was in her mid-fifties with short dark hair that had frosty highlights interspersed among the spiky layers. She wore a purple halter-top A-line dress with fishnet stockings and black boots that didn't look too terribly different than the ones that Leah wore. She also remembered seeing a plethora of knee and thigh-high black boots at the first event Casey had organized at The Pearl. Must be a swinger thing, Leah decided. Guess I fit right in, then.
Cap led her into the kitchen where he wasted no time in mixing them both a drink. “Guess this is a turn of events, huh?” Leah smirked. “When we first met, I was the one mixing the drinks.”
“Good point. I think I make a better bartender, though!” he laughed. She fake-punched him on the triceps right about the same time that Rhonda slinked up to the kitchen counter. Leah watched her put her arm around Cap and squeeze his posterior while whispering something in his ear. He grinned, dimples exposed, but said nothing.
“Not working tonight?” Rhonda said to Leah through her fake-looking grin. She appeared as though she had been spending a lot of time in the tanning booth recently; her skin was darker and her hair was lighter. And she wore a silvery iridescent gloss on her lips. It seemed as though Leah was looking at a negative image of her instead of a positive.
“Nope, every once in a while, I'm allowed out to play!” Leah exclaimed, trying her best to appear relaxed and exude confidence, per Cap's advice, even though there was something about Rhonda that made her claws want to come out. But she was quickly distracted from Rhonda when she noticed there was a youngish looking man, maybe in his early or mid-thirties, staring at her from across the kitchen. He wore his thick, reddish brown hair in a conservative cut and his deep brown eyes were covered by trendy black-rimmed glasses. He looks like a teacher. Or accountant. Something like that, she decided. Definitely not like someone you'd expect to run into at a swinger party.
A thought washed over her that was so ironic that she nearly spit out the delicious, not to mention strong, cocktail that Cap had concocted for her. What if I actually meet the man of my dreams at a swinger party?
The Teacher/Accountant slowly made his way through the crowd toward her. Cap had noticed at this point and stepped in his path before he reached Leah. “Hey, Jeremy, what's new, brother?! Haven't seen you in ages!”
“I've been so god-damned busy this year I haven't gotten out much. I was coaching girls’ volleyball this spring and I swear I didn't know if I was coming or going most days. This is a well-deserved reward for all my hard work!” Oh, definitely Teacher, Leah surmised, patting herself on the back for her superior observation skills.
“I'll drink to that!” Cap said, raising his glass. “Oh, Jeremy, I noticed you had your eyes on my date. This is Leah, and she's new to all this so be gentle, got it?”
“Oh, I don't bite,” Jeremy promised. “Not too hard, anyway!” The two men laughed again and on that note, they both took another swig of their drinks.
“It's nice to meet you, Jeremy,” Leah extended her hand politely. But he ignored her offering and moved in close enough to plant a soft, wet kiss directly on her lips. She grabbed the kitchen counter to steady herself in her high-heeled boots as a shock of electricity bolted through her. She doubted she had ever shared a first kiss while so many people watched. So this is how we're supposed to greet new people, she thought. Cap definitely neglected to share that little tidbit with me!
She remembered the November party at which she'd bartended for Casey's Group and the ubiquitous kissing, groping and flirting were definitely on the list of things she noticed as being unusual. That party was semi-public, whereas this one was private. It did not surprise her that all of those behaviors were ramped up although she didn't see anyone openly performing sex acts.
She looked out from the kitchen toward the living room and found a woman sitting on the sofa with her breasts exposed, pulled out of the top of her shirt and resting on her bra, squeezed together into two huge mounds. Two women flanked her, bending over her to each take a nipple into their mouths. Leah watched their tongues encircling the aureole, flicking the hardening nipples and then closing their lips around them. The woman in the middle rested her head back against the sofa cushions, her eyes closed and mouth gaping open as she sighed with pleasure, her fists beginning to clench and cheeks and chest flushing with arousal.
Several drinks later, Leah was feeling giddy, free, and unencumbered by inhibitions. Cap had introduced her to so many people throughout the course of the night that she had started playing a “drinking game” in which she took a shot when she met someone new and then recited the names of everyone she had met thus far. The party guests were wildly amused. “Your girlfriend is a lot of fun,” one of the women, Tricia, told Cap. “Not to mention really cute. You've done well, Cap!”
Cap nodded in agreement, “You know how much I love bringing them into the fold!”
“And of course, you have impeccable taste,” the woman's brunette friend chimed in.
“Monica, Jeremy, Beth, John, Tricia, Alan, Bruce, Lila, Paul, another John, Mike, Audrey, Mary...how'm I doin', guys?” Leah spouted, the last several names slurring together.
“I think you left out Bart and Allison, but otherwise pretty damn good!” Cap patted her on the head.
“I have to be good at this shit for my job,” Leah announced. “My whole job is pleasing people!”
“Well, you've come to the right place then,” Jeremy boisterously proclaimed with a wide grin spread across his handsome face.
“Oh! You're that lady from The Pearl!” Tricia bellowed with pride for her powers of recognition. “The bartender!”
“I'm actually the Guest Experience Strategist,” Leah slurred. Cap immediately grabbed her and pulled her into his arms in attempt to get her to stop talking.
“Mixing business with pleasure, eh?” asked one of the two Johns, who was standing behind Tricia and intermittently grinding his pelvis against her plump, curvy backside.
“Alright, that's enough,” Cap warned. “Let's keep Leah's job out of this, okay?”
“Oh, don't worry, Cap, you know we'd never get anyone in trouble,” Tricia promised. “Relax! Have another shot!”
“I'm pretty sure I'm the D.D.,” Cap politely refused. He steered Leah into the hallway. “You doing okay, Sugar?” he asked her in a low voice, the words exhaled close to her ear once they were alone.
Leah could hear moans and playful squeals coming from the doorway next to her. She peered into the room and saw a woman with wispy blonde hair that she didn't remember meeting earlier with her face buried between Mary's spread legs while the other John pumped his cock into her from behind. Leah looked just in time to see John's palm smack the blonde's fleshy ass cheek, eliciting another high-pitched wail that is partially muffled by Mary's...muff, Leah joked as she narrated the scene play-by-play in her intoxicated head.
She felt herself lured into the room by a siren of curiosity. The threesome was occupying one half of the king-sized bed and Leah took a seat on the floral comforter on the opposite corner for a better view. All of that debauchery in college and I never once witnessed other people having sex, she realized. Guess I was missing out!
She watched Mary's face as she locked eyes with Other John. Leah could see that the way he was slamming his cock into The Blonde was forcing her face further down into Mary's cunt. And she imagined that all of The Blonde's squeals and moans were humming deliciously against Mary's clit, maybe like my rabbit vibrator does on its lowest setting?
Leah wondered what it would be like to be Mary, to be staring intensely into a man's eyes as he fucked another woman, and having that woman bring you to orgasm with her tongue as she's being fucked. She wondered what it would be like to be The Blonde, to know she was giving pleasure to two people while simultaneously receiving it.
Desire washed over her like a tidal wave. She glanced back to see that Cap had followed her into the room and was standing beside the bed, also observing the scene playing out before them. She looked up at him with eyes that gleamed green with lust and insistently tugged the dense fabric of his jeans. He crouched down next to her and whispered in her ear, “Like what you see?”
In lieu of a spoken answer, she forcefully yanked him down on top of her, aching for his weight against her body, for his lips to press down on her mouth. He was more than happy to oblige, shifting so that he was stationed between her legs. She could feel his erection pressing through the thick denim of his jeans into the exposed flesh of her thighs. “I want you now,” she demanded, trembling with her sudden and all-encompassing need.
She felt Other John's eyes boring into her as Cap eagerly ripped her black velour skirt down past her ankles and briskly pulled her sequined tank top up over her head. “It's almost midnight,” John warned Cap. “Looks like we're all going to ring in the New Year the right way!”
“Fuck yes!” Cap agreed and began to strip away his own clothes. Mary screamed as an orgasm ripped through her which happened to coincide with the exact moment Cap's engorged cock came springing out of his boxer briefs. “Hey look at that, didn't even have to touch her!” he joked. John cracked up laughing but didn't miss a stroke and The Blonde briefly came up for air long enough to nod in appreciation of Cap's humor.
“Quit fooling around and slide your cock inside me!” Leah begged, her back arching as she impatiently waited for him to resume his position between her legs. She was at that precise point of inebriation where she was fully cognizant of her inhibitions and filters having been thrown out the window, but too far gone to give a damn about it.
“For fuck's sake, Cap, give the girl what she wants!” Mary shouted, having regained the capacity for normal speech after her orgasm subsided.
Leah felt every last bit of Cap's eight inch cock push past her lips till he was buried to the hilt inside her. He had decided to test her patience a bit longer and to stall there, balls-deep but denying her any movement. Other John, still rhythmically drilling into The Blonde, watched as Leah's brows began to furrow and her teeth clench as she grinded her hips against Cap, desperate for him to move inside of her.
“Let's tease her a bit more, shall we, Tess?” Mary suggested. Tess, The Blonde, looked up from her “dessert” with a slick, red face across which an evil grin was rapidly spreading. Other John slid his cock out and the three inched closer to the young nymph writhing under the captain's thick, sturdy body. Cap, fully in support of the diabolical plan, shifted so that he was on his knees, taking the weight off Leah's torso and exposing her breasts which were all but popping out of her black lace bra.
Mary slipped her hand under Leah's already arched back to release the bra hooks and Tess whisked the lacy contraption away in just a breath of time, sending it flying across the room. The two women set about inspecting the lush, creamy, now fully exposed mounds which were decorated with small strawberry-hued nipples like tiny bows on a wrapped gift.
Other John stroked his fingers down Leah's torso toward her sex, where the base of Cap's cock, still on “standby,” could be seen parting her lips. “I see the carpet matches the drapes,” he said, trailing his finger first over her mound of springy reddish-blonde curls, then brushing against her clit but keeping a good one-inch margin from Cap's throbbing organ. Leah nearly jumped from the sensation but her attention was soon captured by the pair of mouths that were poised to taste her strawberry nipples. She felt their tongues first, warm and wet, teasing her pink aureole like they were made of cotton candy.
Leah wondered if it was just that the alcohol had relaxed her enough to enjoy this amount of attention or if she had been missing out on the pleasure of being a human playground her entire adult life. As she was contemplating how long she could bear having two mouths, a set of fingers and a rather hard, massive cock teasing her, she noticed that Jeremy had wandered into the scene. He crawled across the bed so that he was perched on his knees perpendicular to her waist.
Fuck, how many people can fit on this freakishly large bed? she thought. She had a woman on either side of her upper half, Jeremy at her right side in the middle, Other John on her left side at her thighs, and of course, Cap on his knees between her legs, holding them steady against him so that she couldn't cheat and move herself up and down on his cock.
Jeremy glanced up and down her body, pinned to the bed by all of her admirers, and decided to change his position so that he was above her head. The two women slid down to give him a little more room. Now when she peered up, it was into his deep brown eyes as he towered over her. He had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before bending into place. She could see the very tip of his erection peeking out the top of his black underwear. She thought he was going to reach in and pull it out but instead he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She felt his tongue invade her mouth and at the same time, Cap finally began to stroke ever-so-slowly in and out of her pussy. The two women were gently grazing on her breasts, sucking her nipples in and out of their teeth so that little tingly shocks traveled in tandem lines down her torso directly into her clit, which was being attended to by Other John.
I can't believe I'm lying here and letting all of them do this to me, she thought with one breath and with the next: Oh. My. God. I feel like every nerve in my body is being stimulated all at the same time. It's overwhelming. Consuming. But absolutely, indescribably euphoric all at the same time!
Jeremy pulled away from her lips and rose back to his previous height above her. She was staring into his thighs and pelvis now, her eyes locked onto that tempting-looking tip of cock straining to get out of his pants. She noticed it looked wet and glossy now, a bit of pre-cum had oozed out while he was kissing her. The sight made her want to lick it; she found herself yearning for him to bring it to her mouth. She peered up at his eyes again, narrowed and wanton behind his black-rimmed glasses. “I want to taste it,” she said, feeling bold and still intoxicated.
She uttered the words along with a moan and then immediately looked toward Cap who nodded his head in approval. The ladies sat up on their knees to watch her take Jeremy's thick, swollen cock into her mouth. She licked around the head with her tongue, tasting those pearly drops that had seeped out, savoring their saltiness as he moaned with delight. “Good girl,” Cap complimented her and began to pick up his pace, thrusting into her pussy now more intently. Other John moved off the bed and stood so that Tess could turn and wrap her lips around his cock as well.
Mary looked from face to face as if contemplating where she should place herself in the scene. Cap was beginning to thrust into Leah so hard that she could barely maintain her oral attention on Jeremy's cock. She sighed, realizing where she was needed, and then knelt down on her hands and knees so that she could help Leah take care of their hot teacher friend. She paused for a moment to unbutton Jeremy's shirt. She revealed his wiry but muscular build, with very little chest hair in between his well-defined pectoral muscles. “That's more like it,” she announced before getting back down to the business of helping Leah lick up and down his broad shaft.
Leah loved the contrast of Jeremy's hard cock and Mary's soft lips as they intermittently met up with hers. At times it felt like she was kissing Mary as much as performing fellatio on Jeremy. And he was clearly relishing the pair's enjoyment of each other over his rigid tool. Leah let Mary take over for a moment while she looked down her body to Cap, who had repositioned her legs so that they rested on his shoulders. He was penetrating her so deeply that she could scarcely catch her breath, let alone concentrate on assisting Mary.
He looks as though he has tuned out everyone else in the room and all he sees is me, she thought. She remembered how his breath had sounded when he was close to climax on Christmas night and she heard that pattern again, the exhalations quickening and every third breath punctuated with one syllable grunts of “Yes,” “Oh,” and “Fuck.”
Knowing that he was about to explode inside of her sent her over the edge on which she had been teetering for what seemed like a solid eternity by that point. The waves of her orgasm engulfed her so completely that she cried out in ear-splitting ecstasy, the sound piercing the atmosphere like air being released from a balloon. While she was still riding the waves back to reality, she heard an explosion of cheering coming from the main part of the house. At first she thought the entire assembly of party guests were celebrating her crowning achievement, but then she suddenly realized the ball had just dropped. It was 2013.
What a way to ring in the new year, she thought as she struggled to regain her breath. Just in time to hear Cap announce: “This is going to be my first orgasm of 2013!” He grabbed the sides of Leah's thighs as he continued to impale her like a piston. “Oh, God....oh fuck!” She watched his face flush and grimace as the surge of pleasure seared through him like an uncontrollable blaze of fire.
At that moment, she discovered her buzz had completely vanished and the soreness from his ravaging of her delicate female anatomy, which had been virtually virginal for the past three years, was quickly setting in. After Cap finished and pulled out, the two men moved so that he could slide his body next to Leah's and cradle her in his arms. Mary and Tess assumed positions on the other side of the bed, side by side, allowing Jeremy and Other John to stand at the edge and begin fucking the ladies in tandem.
The reverberations across the bed from the pounding her new female friends were receiving gently lulled Leah to sleep in Cap's arms. The last thing she remembered him saying before she drifted off was, “I think you took to this like a duck to water. Hope you don't regret anything in the morning, Sugar.”
