Meeting the Sister

My situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I had been invited over for dinner by my girlfriend of one week, Penny. The main purpose of the evening was to meet her older sister, Kendra, who was apparently just dying to meet me. I had arrived on time, but Kendra and I had to introduce ourselves, as Penny was not yet home from class. Minutes after my arrival, Penny had called me on my cell to apologize, explaining that her professor was not letting class out early like he usually did.

This may seem innocent enough. My only obvious problem was that I was stuck with someone I barely knew for as long as 45 more minutes. But Kendra was not just “someone”. At 28, she was a full decade older than Penny and I, yet her personality was youthful and energetic. She seemed like that ‘fun aunt’ that almost everyone seems to have: talkative, experienced in life, and focused on having a good time.

I, however, was focused on other things. Like her incredible body. Standing six-feet, Kendra was tall, and, like her baby sister, carried a bit of extra padding here and there. But also like her sister, a pair of huge d-cup breasts made that padding seem to all but disappear. This, plus her shapely hips and ass gave Kendra the perfect hourglass figure.

The details were just as amazing. Her brunette hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and she had the brightest brown eyes I’d ever seen. She was very tan, and apparently liked showing that off, as she wore only a gray sports bra and black, very low-cut shorts. As if that weren’t enough, her sports bra seemed to be a size or two too small. Her breasts were squeezed in tight, and she had enough cleavage for a guy to get lost in.

So here I was, marveling at this beauty while trying to keep a conversation going, and knowing that if my eyes drifted for too long, I would have a lot of explaining to do when Penny finally got home. Although, really–how do you explain to your girlfriend why you were staring at her sister’s hot, sweaty, half-naked body?

“Sorry I’m not really dressed yet,” Kendra said.

I swallowed hard. She must have caught me peering at her chest. Shit.

We were sitting in the living room of a nice, two bedroom apartment. I was on the couch holding a cold glass of beer. She was in the recliner opposite me. The window shades were drawn to keep the setting sun from shining in, making the room relatively dark. The TV wasn’t on, so the only things keeping us from silence were the hum of the air conditioner and our own voices.

“No problem,” I said. “I didn’t expect anything formal, anyway.” I gestured to my own attire of t-shirt and jeans.

“Well, I was expecting Penny to be here so I could change and shower without leaving you all alone.”

“Oh, just go ahead,” I told her with a wave of my hand. “I don’t mind, really. I’ll turn on SportsCenter or something.” I reached for the coffee table, searching for the remote.

“Ok,” she said, getting up. “Just make yourself at home.”

I was flipping over magazines, still looking for the remote. Although I was glad she would be leaving the room and breaking the tension, I was a little disappointed, too, for obvious reasons.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kendra moving, but instead of going toward the hall leading to the bedrooms, she was heading my way. I tried to ignore this, and searched even more furiously for the remote, now looking under the coffee table, then on the floor…

But she kept coming toward me. She was so close I could smell her sweat, and then she was bending down. I had to look. I turned my head and my eyes were rewarded with an extra close-up view of Kendra’s breasts pushing against that sports bra. Her huge, tanned mounds of flesh met with a deep, dark canyon of cleavage. I was so close, my nose was almost in it, and my eyes could look at nothing else.

I had to pull away, so I sat back, but she leaned in even closer, her breasts closing in once more. Then she was moving past me, reaching to my left side. I looked over and saw why: the remote was sitting right there beside me, on the arm of the couch. Kendra picked it up, her breasts still in my face, then paused for half a second or so, and finally stood up. I looked up at her, terrified, but she gave me a quick, innocent smile, and then gently set the remote in my lap–right on top of my growing erection.

“Here you go,” she said, spinning around. “I’ll try to be quick.”

I gave a sigh of relief, then flicked on the TV, making a conscious effort to keep my eyes off of her ass as she walked away. That was unbelievable, I thought. It was as if she didn’t know, or care, what she was doing. I tried to convince myself that that was just the way she was–forward and carefree–but something wouldn’t let me believe it.

I flipped to ESPN and was trying to clear my head when I caught another movement. I lost my breath when I saw what had distracted me. The television set was on a small stand against a wall. The hallway to the bedrooms was on this same wall, and from my position, I could see past the TV, down the hall, and into one of the bedrooms. I wasn’t able to actually see the bedroom itself, but there was a mirror on the open door, and the reflection on it showed me all I needed to see. My eyes about bugged out of my head as I watched Kendra, her back to the mirror, pull off her gray sports bra.

All the progress my dick had made in softening back to normal was lost as I stared at Kendra’s naked back and wondered what I’d see next. She should have shut the door, or moved to a more discreet part of the room. I knew this, because it was not just too good to be true, it was downright weird that any woman would be so frivolous while a guy she barely knew was sitting in the next room. Yes, something was off–no pun intended.

But that didn’t keep me from watching. I sat frozen as she turned slightly, offering me a glimpse of the side of her large, naked breast. She bent over, and her breast pulled away from her body, hanging. She was taking off her shoes and socks. A moment later she was pulling down her shorts. Now only a pair of gray panties covered her delicious ass.

I marveled at her body, noticing how perfect her proportions were, and that she had no tan lines whatsoever. Her skin glistened with her sweat, and I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands over her slick curves. Kendra then straightened back up and moved out of view of the mirror, and, again both relieved and disappointed, I thought the show was over.

That illusion only lasted a moment, for seconds later Kendra’s reflection was back in the mirror. I nearly jumped out of my seat, because this time she was facing the mirror. I managed a quick peek at her naked breasts, taking note of how big and dark her nipples were, before nervously looking back to the TV. I sipped my beer to appear unaware and casual if she were to spot me.

I kept track of her presence in the mirror with my peripheral vision. I was certain that she would look up and discover how exposed she was at any second. But she never moved. Risking it all, I glanced back at the mirror. She had removed the band that kept her hair in a ponytail, and now was leaning over, shaking her hair out. The long, brunette strands kept me from seeing her breasts, but I could still see those panties, and my dick ached for what was underneath them.

Kendra straightened up again, tossing her hair back and fully facing the mirror. Too captivated to turn away, I watched as she bent over and pulled down her panties. When she came up again, she was naked at last, and her pussy, with it’s neatly trimmed strip of fuzz, was in full view. I could only see her like that for a split-second, as she began walking toward the mirror, grabbing a towel on the way. As difficult as it was to pry my eyes from her breasts or pussy, I made sure to watch Kendra’s eyes, too. Her head, so far, had always been directed down, but now she was moving closer…

I looked away just as she exited the room and, with her back to me, moved a step further down the hall to the bathroom. When she was gone, I looked back down the hall. From my vantage point, I could see part of the right side of the bathroom entry, but not nearly enough to get a good peek inside. I would have to move to the other side of the couch, and was not about to get that bold.

But as I looked toward the bathroom, I noticed that the door still hadn’t moved. Then I heard a shower curtain slide open, the water turn on, and the shower curtain close again.

‘ No way!’ I thought. First she undresses with the door open, and now she’s showering?

It was so unbelievable that I couldn’t accept it. She must have at least closed the door somewhat, I thought, and I just can’t see it because of where I’m sitting. It seemed much more reasonable, but my curiosity got the best of me.

I looked at the coffee table for a magazine. Most were the typical fashion rags, but then I saw the TV guide. As I reached for it, I made sure to move along the couch enough to see further into the bathroom. My first scoot wasn’t enough, so I moved again, and– Oops. Too far.

I didn’t see just the bathroom, but the shower that was opposite the door, too. And I saw the clear shower curtain. And I saw Kendra’s naked, blurred shape behind it. And I saw that she was looking right at me.

Panicked, I planted myself into the middle of the couch. I took a big gulp of beer, finishing it, and wished I had more. I glued my eyes to the TV, this time actually trying to become engrossed in the program. All my focus was shattered, however, when I heard the water suddenly turn off, and the shower curtain slide back open.

Kendra marched into the room, a rose colored towel wrapped around her dripping wet body. Her soaked locks of hair clung to her face, neck and shoulders. Amazingly, she didn’t look pissed, but she was definitely serious.

“Were you watching me?” she demanded. “How long have you been looking?”

“I, no, I wasn’t–I was just grabbing the…” I didn’t know whether to look her in the eye, or look away.

“So you were watching,” she said, as if I had just confessed. “Was it good for you? How did it go? What else do you want to see, huh?”

“Look, no,” I pleaded. “I wasn’t watching. I thought the door was closed–”

I about went into shock when she dropped the towel. Here she was, just five feet away and completely naked. Kendra’s wet body just radiated sex. Her hair clinging to her skin. Traces of water running between her full breasts. Her fat nipples hard and erect from the cool air. Water droplets trapped in her short, dark pubic hair. She was literally sparkling as the light reflected off her drenched skin.

And she was moving right toward me.

Slowly, seductively, Kendra climbed up beside me on the couch, and sat on her knees. I looked to the TV and didn’t move as she leaned in until I could feel her hot breath on my ear. She reached up and gently pushed my chin to make me look her in the eyes. She still looked very serious, and very, very irresistible.

“I asked you a question.” Her voice was soft, and throaty. “What else do you want to see?” She gave me a devious smile.

Ok. Now I knew what was going on here. She wasn’t just ignorant, or teasing me for fun. Kendra wanted me. All this time I was worried that Penny would get mad at me for leering at her sister, but it was her sister who was hitting on me! As incredible as this offer was, there was no way I was going to cheat on Penny. Looking was one thing, but…

“Look,” I said. I sat up in my spot, and talked firmly, but I couldn’t look at her as I spoke. “We shouldn’t do this. I’m with Penny. You know that. This isn’t right, ok?”

“Yes it is,” Kendra shot back. “You know you want this. I know you want these.” She moved up, shoving her breasts in my face. I never touched them, but they came so close, I could feel the body heat radiating from them. “You haven’t taken your eyes off them since you got here.” Her tone was becoming less demanding, and more relaxed.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” I replied, trying to ignore the massive tits hanging just centimeters from my face. I’ve had $20 lap dances that weren’t this intense. “I’m not cheating on Penny.

“Oh come on,” she pleaded. “It wouldn’t be cheating. Just once. She’ll never find out. Come on. You think I’d tell her? She’d kill me.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said, folding my arms over my chest. “And rightly so. I’m not lying to her.”

Kendra sighed, and I thought I sensed her pulling back, but when I looked out of the corner of my eye, her breasts were still very close.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked. “Why do this to me? You could get any guy you wanted.”

She leaned in closer, rubbing her wet cheek against my cheek. Her breasts pressed against my chest, wetting my t-shirt. Then her lips kissed my ear lightly, and Kendra whispered to me. “But I want you.”

There was more than one voice in my head telling me to just give in. All of these irrational rationalizations were just pouring in. Go ahead, Gavin, everyone is allowed to cheat once. You’ve only been dating a week. She’ll never find out. Maybe Kendra is the one you’re really looking for. Just fuck her. That’s all she wants: a good, hard, quick fuck. She’ll probably swallow you, too. My God, just look at her! Just make your move, Gavin. It’s ok.

But deep down, I knew I couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

I grabbed her lightly by the shoulder and began gently pushing her away, but she sat up quickly and stopped me.

“Fine,” she said, more sad than angry. “But just let me get off. If I can’t have you, let me pretend. Hell, you’ve already seen this much. Let me pretend I have you. You don’t have to touch me; I’ll just touch myself. Think of it as a free lap dance. Can you go along with that?”

I didn’t know what to say, and I told her so.

“I just want to look at you, and be near you, and make myself cum,” she explained. “If you change your mind, you can have me. But I won’t make you cheat. I just want to…”

And with that the words stopped. She was moving now, getting up off the couch. But she wasn’t moving away. She stood up, got in front of me, and spread her legs. Her wet pussy was directly in front of me. Then Kendra bent over me and grabbed the backrest of the couch for support. She kneeled onto the couch, placing one leg on either side of me. Her tits swayed in front of me, and drops of water ran down them, dripping onto my shirt and arms.

Fighting every urge in my body, I spoke through clenched teeth.

“I’m not going to change my mind.”

“All right,” Kendra said. “Just please don’t make me stop until I cum.”

I hesitated, thinking this over for what felt like hours, though it was probably only a couple seconds. Finally I gave in.

“Ok. But let’s be clear that this is for you only, not me.” Yeah, right.

Kendra gave a big, sexy smile, then pushed her chest into my face. Her tits were firm and warm and slippery. Her nipples were rock hard, and my spine tingled as they poked into my forehead, my eyes, and my cheek. I had to clench my jaw as a nipple brushed right over my lips, and I thought, if I just let her finish and I don’t give in, I may miss out on the sex, but, like she said, I’ll still get one hell of a lap dance.

And then Kendra grabbed my shoulders. She walked on her knees to rebalance herself, bringing her glistening cunt even closer to my chest. Her breasts were lightly banging against my forehead, and the water that was running from her hair and through her cleavage was dripping all over my face. Kendra sat back, dragging her wet tits down my face again. A nipple hit my bottom lip, forcing it to curl down and open, and yet somehow I managed to keep myself from sucking her gorgeous tit into my mouth. She leaned further back, finally resting her wet, plump, naked ass on my legs. My pants stretched tight, putting even more pressure on my aching erection.

Next, she stood up off of me, then turned around, grabbed the coffee table for support, and crawled up onto the couch backwards. She had a foot on either side of me, with her gorgeous, plump ass pointing in the air above. I admired how smooth and uniformly tanned her skin was. My cock was absolutely throbbing.

Slowly Kendra lowered her ass down toward me, and at one point her cheeks were no more than a couple inches away. She finally came to rest her knees on the couch, and she lowered her hands to the floor, increasing her body’s angle so as to give me a better view of her cunt. Kendra kept looking back at me, seeing how close her cunt was to my face, and then making little adjustments to her position to make herself closer.

When she finally stopped moving, her pink, wet cunt was so close that I could see nothing else. I was trying like hell not to move my head, but occasionally the tip of my nose would even graze the little hairs above, well, below, her clit. I could smell her, almost taste her, I was so close. Those soft, beautiful folds of wet skin were right there. I caught myself licking my lips, and wondering how many times I had done that without even realizing.

“You can have me anytime you want,” Kendra said desperately.

Somehow, I held strong. But I didn’t dare shake my head or open my mouth to talk. My willpower was running on fumes at this point.

“Can you look up a little?” she asked.

It seemed an odd request, as she wasn’t telling me what it was I should be looking for. Moving only my eyes, I looked up and saw nothing but the flesh of her ass above me.

“Further.”

This time I moved my head, and finally could see the ceiling. But that was it.

“Oh, no. Down a little.”

I moved down just a bit, then–

“There!” she said, and she giggled lightly. “I can feel your breath on my clit.”

I didn’t move again, and concentrated on my breathing, trying to keep it as normal as possible. But by now I could see Kendra’s body trembling, and I knew she couldn’t hold that position forever. I waited for her next move.

It came soon, when she carefully moved away from me and righted herself. Then she sat back on my lap and slid her hands down my chest and stomach to my waist. She fumbled at my belt buckle, undid it, and then unsnapped the button of my jeans.

“Wait a minute–” I began. I must say, I really didn’t want her to stop, but I had to say something.

“I won’t touch you there,” she said. “I just want to see how excited you are. I promise I won’t touch you like that unless you ask me to.”

If I was going to protest, it was already too late. My pants were open and my red-hot cock had already made its way out of my boxers. Kendra’s naked cunt was sitting just a couple of inches away. My dick was sticking straight up, and I saw a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip.

Kendra kept her word and did not touch my erection. She just looked at it for a while, with an expression of pure lust on her face. She licked her lips, then slid slowly down and backward, moving off my lap and toward the floor. Soon she was kneeling on the floor in front of me, her hands at my sides and her face right in line with my dick. Kendra licked her lips again, then opened her mouth slightly and moved forward.

“Just say the word,” she whispered.

I threw my head back and gasped, desperately trying to force the word “no” out of my mouth, but not finding the coherence to do so. I wanted her so badly, and I knew it was wrong, which only made me hotter. I reached for her head, knowing I must put an end to this before she took me in her, but to my surprise Kendra stopped before I could touch her.

Keeping her promise, Kendra did not go down on me. Well, not fully, anyway. I felt her steaming breath enveloping my shaft with long, heavy exhalations. I knew I’d have to stop her if she touched me. Yes. I’d have to. But for now she was just breathing on me. I looked down and about came when I saw how close she really was.

“What kind of show?” I asked, curious.

“A celebration of…ahh…humanity,” Luc responded, at which point Corista stopped by the table and inquired as to how we were doing. She sat on one leg tucked under her shapely bottom, facing JJ sideways in the fourth chair.

“Yummy!” I said, enthusiastically – sounding tipsy – to the agreement of both JJ and Sheila.

“Oh, good!” she said, casting a brief – almost condescending – glance at me and facing JJ from the side. “Now, “dove?”…where have you been in Italy?” she asked JJ. They lapsed into the mysteries of the Italian language and suddenly she snapped her fingers at a waiter, another bottle of wine appeared, and she pointed to my glass, which was instantly filled.

Some time later, after dessert, five people were at our table. I was “really” tipsy by this time! Luc had scooted next to me and his left thigh was glued to mine on my right, which made me a little nervous…yet it seemed warm and innocent. Maybe I’m being overly sensitive, I thought. Corista, seated at JJ’s right, was grasping alternately at his forearm and leg, which bothered me too, but less so than earlier. I’d been entirely too possessive of him lately and, besides, I had a pastor paying a lot of attention to me. I didn’t want to be a drag on the party! It was only when his hand grasped my knee and pushed my thin skirt to my upper right leg that I cringed, partly because his move excited me a little, causing a little perspiration to form on my upper lip. I looked into his impassive black eyes and decided that I’d better put a stop to this, since he continued to caress my tense, bare thigh with little squeezes of his fingertips.

I glanced at my watch and interrupted everyone, which invited a cold, under-the-lids glare from Corista’s sultry, yellowish eyes. “Think we ought to be going, JJ?” I asked, sounding like a jealous wife who was reclaiming her spouse…or one who was feeling guilty from flirting too heavily with a horny party guest.

“Ahh, it’s early, yet,” he said, indicating that he wasn’t ready to go. “I’ll call home and make excuses if you like.”

“Early for a weekend, yes, but I’ve got to close the restaurant,” Corista said, starting to rise.

“And I have to get upstairs for the show,” said Luc, hurriedly. “‘Scuse, please,” he said, pulling his fingers slowly away from my thigh and leaving. My leg was hot where his hand had been and I realized that I’d been breathing in anxious gasps while he’d been touching me. I nervously pulled my skirt down and realized that my underarms were wet. Also, my crotch.

“You must stay!” said Corista, tugging at JJ’s arm, then looking at Sheila.

“I think you’d both enjoy it,” said Sheila to us, softly. JJ shrugged, looked at me as I reluctantly nodded an “okay,” and Sheila and I went to the restroom while JJ called Lee on his cell phone.

*Part 2*

In the ladies’ room Sheila said, very seriously, “I’ve known Jay a long time, Ginny – over thirty years – and he’s the archetypal male animal…free…horny…and untamable. First he broke my elder sister’s heart, then mine as a teenager, because he won’t – he can’t – commit to one woman. You’re the first lady I’ve met whom he obviously loves, other than Lee, perhaps. But don’t take refuge in that. Regardless of your staunch religious beliefs, you’d better have some fun of your own.”

“Well, if it’s sex you’re talking about, I’ve had plenty of that…even before I met JJ,” I responded, brazenly.

“Perhaps, but you were a baby then…and you’re still very young,” she said. “I’m over twenty years your senior and married, and I’m still playing catch-up for all the fun I’ve missed in life.”

I got the feeling that she was over-selling her point – given the sexual liaison that she and I’d had with JJ the previous week, which still caused me pangs of guilt – even though I was now so tipsy. We returned to the dining room and JJ was waiting by the stairway to escort us up the single flight to the second floor. When we arrived upstairs, it was as if we were entering a huge living room. It was furnished with plush sofas and chairs, except that there was a stage area on low risers at one end. A long, black velvet-covered refectory table was centered on it and several similar, smaller tables were placed in an arc along that end of the room, like the horns of a bull. The space was dimly lit, and along the walls were large, individually lit paintings and pieces of photographic art, which people were observing and talking about in muted tones. I was again breathing normally and my nervous agitation was gone…for the moment.

But it returned quickly as I looked at the artwork in the big room. It was all very realistic, yet exaggerated in its execution, some of it computer-enhanced. If I’d been completely sober, I would’ve been shocked, since each piece depicted humans copulating, some of them engaged bestially with a variety of animals. My pulse raced as I saw that the subjects were all experiencing either a phase of sexual orgasm or its aftermath. I’d never seen anything like it but, of course, why would I have? I felt like Dorothy in “Wizard of Oz” as I looked at each one, with the color in my cheeks rising, aware that “we weren’t in Kansas anymore.” They were so boldly done…so unbelievably authentic and erotic, that I was getting turned on sexually. This was especially true as I discovered that Corista was the female subject in many of them…even with the animals! Her images were astoundingly licentious, made notable by computer-enhanced highlights of her slanted, yellowish eyes and the generous curves of her magnificent, alabaster body. I was absolutely captivated by her sensuality and again felt a numb warmth in my vulva.

The lights blinked, indicating that the show was about to begin, and the guests seated themselves on various sofas and in overstuffed chairs. JJ, Sheila and I sat on a sofa against the back wall, with one low cocktail table in front of us. JJ ordered a cognac from a brunette waitress who was dressed in nothing but black heels, thigh-high stockings and a leather collar, with black pasties on her nipples. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a small, inverted triangle and her tight, twitching butt immediately captured our eyes as she went for the drinks. Sheila and I each got an ice water, but were also brought another, unordered, glass of “absinthe”, no doubt at Corista’s behest. As inebriated as I was, I was excited by the atmosphere and breathing rapidly, anxious for the show to begin. The house went black and a spotlight focused on Luc, dressed in a full-length black robe, looking like a judge but for his clerical collar. “Ladies and gentlemen, Corista wishes that you – her special, discreet friends – enjoy yourselves without restraint this evening,” he said. “To get things started, her young staff is providing you with after-dinner refreshment for the tummy and the eye, as befits a group of “connoisseurs d’amour”!” The spotlight was killed and he went offstage. Romantic music came over a sound system as a soft spot was turned on and focused ever more brightly on a nude young couple heatedly embracing in the center of the low stage…a waiter and waitress who, earlier, had been serving dinner. My hand trembled slightly as I sipped my drink, and I felt the moist glow of perspiration on my forehead.

This is a fuck show! I realized, and grabbed for JJ’s hand. I wanted…no, for an instant…I “thought” that we should leave, but I didn’t really want to. My eyes were locked onto the attractive young couple, whose hands caressed one another’s bodies, and whose wet mouths kissed and nibbled at all available flesh. The young woman, in her late teens, was nubile and wholesome looking, with the soft, budding curves of a white, suburban, ash-blonde debutante. The young man had the tall, rangy build of a Hispanic basketball player, tan and wiry. Both had been coated with gleaming oil, glistening under the lights. His ample cock, rising but still hooked downward, rubbed between the girl’s slick thighs as their tongues moved in and out of each others’ mouths.

I looked over at Sheila on my left, and she’d lifted her right leg to place her foot on the edge of the low cocktail table, her knees spread under her long skirt. Her eyes shone as she sipped her ice water and I saw her tongue lick seductively at her upper lip as she watched, murmuring, “Gawd, I’m so “horny”, Ginny!” Still holding JJ’s left hand, I looked at him on my right, and he was nonchalantly swirling his cognac in his free hand, acting as if he were watching a football game. How can he be so cool? I wondered. I recalled, though, that he’d hinted at things he’d seen – and done – in foreign lands, both as a soldier and when he was a consultant. I dropped his hand to lean forward and lift my glass of “absinthe” to take a generous swallow. The drink’s heat hit me immediately and my groin felt flushed with heat. I was now conscious of renewed moisture in my crotch, which had just replenished itself from when Luc groped me. Dammit! I’m horny, too! I realized. I was ashamed, since when first talking with Luc downstairs – before he’d grabbed me with his hot hand – I’d felt so…so clean…for the first time in a long while.

By this time our entertainers were well into their act, and I was watching their every move. Their youthful bodies were hunching at one another in a “69″ position on the velvet-covered center table and they were moaning loudly, almost as one. This prompted several people in the audience to grope at themselves or each other, in various stages of undress, which only heightened my excitement. My throat felt tight, and I was breathing with difficulty. My mouth could almost taste the girl’s juice as well as the guy’s cock, and I looked at JJ again, touched his groin softly, just to the left of his package. He looked at me finally and leaned over to whisper, “Slip off your panties, sweetie…please.”

I know I should’ve been appalled, for a brief second, but I also felt what my body needed. So, instead, I made a big thing of removing my bolero jacket and putting it on my lap. Then, as Sheila’s attention was captured by a woman a few feet to our left who began fellating her male companion’s cock while kneeling on the floor, I scooted up a bit and drew my bikini panties and half slip down off my hips with my thumbs. I handed them to JJ and he folded them neatly before stuffing them into his blazer pocket. I sat back down and grabbed my drink for yet another sip, my chest heaving from embarrassed, horny agitation. My whole body was buzzing by now, and I tossed my jacket onto JJ’s lap, so I could reach under it and touch his bulge…for the first time today, meaningfully…and it “felt so good “in my hand. I closed my eyes, feeling the alcohol pulse through my brain, and stroked the warm, lumpy mass that I love so much. He uttered a slight groan, and I was happy that we were together, even in this dissolute, wicked place.

Four more couples, all young, joined the original two people on stage and were in the process of mating. The original two were now engaged in coitus. Who am I kidding? They were fucking on a table top! In the doggie position! And they were making a lot of noise! The other eight were also getting into it on the other, scattered, tables in a variety of positions. And several of the audience members were humping away on their sofas and chairs as if the future of the world depended on their exertion. JJ and I were now masturbating one another. My hand had fished his erect cock through his fly and his fingers were between my legs, drawing from me a flood of moisture that was wetting my skirt under me. Sheila, by now, was masturbating herself under her wool dress, yet she still was watching everything transpiring in the room. A waitress appeared carrying a flat tray in front of her, under her naked breasts and suspended by a red satin rope. “Pleasure aid?” she asked Sheila, and leaned down to display the most bizarre collection of dildos that I’d ever imagined.

“Ummm…nooo…not right…now,” Sheila gasped, apparently content with her fingers. “Maybe…the…machine,” she uttered. She used a name to describe what she’d requested, but it escaped me. I could only imagine what it was as the waitress went to get it, since I saw a woman on the other side of the room on her knees in front of a small appliance that looked like a child’s version of an army tank. The cannon portion, two or three feet long, telescoped. On its end was a latex dildo that was cycling in and out of the woman’s vagina at a very rapid rate. The machine’s thrust was apparently controlled by her hand on a joy stick, causing her to moan and cry loudly at the automatic plunges made by her mechanical lover. Forgetting JJ’s fingers for a moment, I giggled drunkenly at what I considered an absurd sight. Not for me! I told myself. I prefer the real thing! Not hesitant at all now, I yanked away my jacket covering JJ’s middle and started to go down on him. I was absolutely drooling for a taste of his divine, sweaty cock, for the first time since yesterday. As his spongy corona teased the top of my throat, I mewled with delight at his familiar savory tang and feel.

That’s when the gong sounded. I turned my head slightly and looked toward the stage and, though the five couples were still fucking vigorously, a spotlight was centered on a figure of the Devil! He was thin, clothed in a shiny, iridescent green costume with mask and horns, and sported a huge male member, standing erect from his loins, with his balls in a green sort of G string. They hung heavily like two avocados. His prick looked as if it were covered with large green scales, like those of a very big fish. And where his costume wasn’t, tattoos were. His milky white stomach, thighs, back and other places were covered with obscene body art. I raised up, captivated, and JJ threw my jacket over his erection, causing Sheila to giggle. A nude, svelte, white woman in a sequined purple cape – a queen of some sort, I presumed – joined the Devil at his side and they perused the audience in the dim light, then watched the five couples who were fucking at their sides. The woman was masked, with long, dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, and a black snake was drawn or tattooed from her navel to her shaved vulva in a menacing, curled position. Her nipples were tipped with black. I knew in my heart that it was Corista, and my attention became so rapt that I forgot all about JJ.

The Devil cupped a hand to his ear theatrically and, hearing the Hispanic guy who’d been fucking the ash-blonde begin to groan wildly, he motioned for a beautiful, naked, redheaded female attendant to carry a silver chalice to the young man. Grunting and moaning, the guy then separated from his female partner and, assisted by the attendant’s milking hand, ejaculated repeatedly into the cup, held at a convenient angle by her. The redhead then sucked him clean with her mouth. When she was finished, he and his ash-blonde partner left the stage. The redhead repeated this process – jacking off each of the remaining four males as they reached orgasm, then sucking them clean – regardless of whether their female partners had climaxed.

Apparently, all that the Devil desired was a cup of male semen. All that “I” wanted was to watch the guys cum, which was really turning me on. Each time their hips spasmed forward and backward, and their tight, six-pack stomachs flexed away, I uttered a small whimper as their hard pricks were jerked by the attendant to spray their seed into the cup. I was captivated by the sight, licked my lips sympathetically, and put my now bare feet on the edge of our table – having slipped out of my heels – propping my elbows on my knees to hold my chin. I was trembling with excitement and once again reached over to JJ for security, as his rigid staff, still slick from my spit, filled my jacking hand. For some reason I noticed a large patch of dried blood on my left knee bone that I’d cut in the morning while shaving my legs, and giggled inwardly at such an absurd, untimely observation.

“Watch!” Sheila whispered hoarsely to me, still stroking herself, as the woman whom I thought was Corista reached down to caress the Devil’s scaly cock. When her hand moved to his scrotum, it journeyed smoothly…uninterruptedly. When it took the other direction, however, toward the tip, it caused the scales to rise vertically to the condom-like device, which “must” have been rubber, I thought. A chorus of female groans then issued from the audience, as the collective feminine imagination vocalized the feeling that such stimulation would have if the obscene appendage were filling vaginas instead of Corista’s hand.

Since the chalice had now received its fill – I’d seen five men cum copiously into it! – apparently we were not going to have to wait long for the rest of the show, as murmurs of excitement began among the guests. I was all eyes and ears – though I’d returned to wanking JJ – but, unfortunately, at that moment our waitress appeared with Sheila’s machine and I stopped. It looked like a small English riding saddle on top of a metal box. The saddle had a hole in it, with a nylon probe sticking out. From the waitress’s tray of toys Sheila selected a veined dildo – about nine inches long – which the waitress slid onto the probe. She also slipped a flat piece of latex with a hole in it over the dildo, to cover a high button on the top front of the saddle. She plugged in the machine and handed Sheila a small box with two little dials on it. Satisfied, she turned to me and said, “I’ve got a treat for you.”

“Wha-a-at?” I gasped, astonished that she expected me to…to be like that other woman with her fucking toy tank! “I don’t think so, Sheila!” I muttered hoarsely. “Not out here in front of God and everybody!”

“Okay,” she said evenly. “Just watch the show for a while and I’ll use it. Remember what I told you earlier, though!”

JJ looked at me quizzically and I just shook my head and snuggled up under his arm, leaning across his lap to stroke his cock with my left hand. As we looked up toward the stage, Sheila spread her legs under her skirt and squatted on the machine sitting in front of her on the floor. She did it slowly, carefully worming the long dildo into herself until it was seated to her satisfaction. She then sat up and unbuttoned the entire front of her dress, unfastening the center catch on her bra so that her full tits popped out proudly. She then began a rhythmic, circular motion with her hips and a smile appeared on her lips, indicating the beginning of a pleasurable, public, sexual journey.

I hardly noticed the buzzing coming from her appliance, since JJ and I were watching the Devil and his partner, Corista, begin to fuck on stage. She’d doffed her mask and cape, laid on her back, and had grasped her ankles high over her head, spreading her pink, flowery cunt open to the audience. Though shaved, her pussy was surrounded by a thin, oblong border of hair – no more than a quarter-of-an-inch wide – making it look as if it’d been outlined by a black felt pen. I was breathless as the Devil now stroked himself, raising the scaly protuberances on his cock each time his hand moved toward its tip. He positioned the huge member at her opening, stirring it around a few times, and a collective groan came from the audience as he sank into the woman to his scrotum. When he pulled from her the first time, she uttered a loud “Aaahhhh!” Then he drove into her again, repeating his lunges, causing her to issue sharp feral cries as he fucked her in a lewd – almost inhuman – manner, occasionally sinking into her anus, then back to her cunt.

*Part 3*

I was whining softly in my throat by now, totally at one with the performers. I was so hot!…so hot…but wanted to watch some more! I saw Sheila squatted to my left, mewling as the saddle’s dildo and clit vibrator worked her toward orgasm. She fiddled with the two dials for a more preferred setting, then resumed her moans, rubbing her full breasts while her head was craned toward the ceiling. I looked back to center stage and was captivated as the lining of Corista’s vagina, and her inner lips, pulled out obscenely with each withdrawal of the Devil’s ugly, scaly probe. And I suddenly realized that I was as much a slave to pleasure as anyone in the room. My crotch was soaked, with my skirt underneath me stuck to my pussy, and I needed some attention! “JJ, please!” I whimpered. He looked at me – finally understanding my hunger – very calmly laid me down on the sofa and pulled my skirt up to my waist, and dropped his head between my willingly spread legs. “Aaahh, Gaawd, yesss!” I exclaimed, as his tongue pushed apart my steaming labia. “Yesss, JJ! Gaawd!” I cried even more loudly, not caring at all who heard, as he flicked my swollen clit ’til it almost burned. My heels dug into the sofa on either side of him and I thrashed up at his mouth for a couple of minutes until I came. “Yee-aahh! Yee-aahh! Yee-aahh!” I yelled, almost at the same time that Sheila reached an orgasm with her machine. I was sooo happy that JJ was here, I thought, as I came down a bit from my quick climax. There’s no one like my old man! I thought, as I moaned and panted for breath.