Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2011 21:51:49 -0800
From: MN
Subject: Solstice Party (MF, MM, MFM, FF, Bi, Group)

Even before the guests arrived there was an erotic atmosphere in the house.
I had worked to make it so.  It was very, very clean.  The toilet was
spotless, the tub was scrubbed, the mirrors gleamed, and there was a hint
of Pine-Sol in the atmosphere.  The floors shone and the carpets invited
stretching and purring.  This being a celebration of darkness and light, I
had banned ordinary light bulbs.  The kitchen was lit only by a string of
plain white miniature holiday lights hanging from the beams.  The dining
and living areas were bathed in candle light.  Smoked turkey, figs,
couscous, chestnuts, braised spinach, squash with dates, mushroom pasties,
hot apple cider, and a still life of fruits made a concert of smells and
sights to stimulate the senses.

Bernardine and her mother Amanda arrived first, and took off their shoes
according to the evening's house rules.  Bernardine is in her mid-30s but
could be mistaken for a college student.  With large, expressive dark eyes
and long blonde hair brushed straight back, and the figure of a dancer, she
immediately draws all male eyes to her when she enters a room, and some
female eyes as well.  But my own eyes flickered only briefly on
Bernardine's charms, and moved to the curves of her mother.

Amanda was 60, but could have been 45.  Her curly blond hair made a golden
ring around a classical face.  Her expression was amused.  She made the
appropriate chit chat, but there was a reserve in her manner that I found
challenging.  They were French, and the mother still had a slight and
charming accent.  Bernardine gave me a full-breasted hug and a warm, dry
kiss on each cheek, reasserting an interest that I had never reciprocated,
and quickly looked away.  Amanda looked me directly in the eye, as if to
acknowledge our past flirtations, and gave me a tiny smile, but only the
very points of her breasts lightly brushed my chest, and her lips grazed my
cheek like the wings of a butterfly.  I immediately began to harden up, but
could not get close enough to let her feel my bulge against her thigh.  Our
eyes locked as she sat down, then she dropped her glance.  I wanted her,
and vowed to myself that I would make a move if an opportunity presented
itself.

Nora, my girlfriend and co-host of the party, began chatting with
Bernardine, and Amanda sat down.  Other guests began to arrive and I left
Amanda alone.  There was Rolf, a gay friend who was new to our circle, who
gave me a brief, light, full body hug, and probably felt my slight Amanda
bulge, but gave no sign.  He took a seat and immediately struck up a chat
with Amanda.

Diana, an attractive sexual predator, came with her latest love interest, a
tall, curly-haired bookkeeper named Ronald, whom I had met before.  Diana
was wearing a green silk scarf around her neck, a clear violation of the
evening's rules against wearing the Christmas colors.  Nora and I made her
take the scarf off immediately and Nora playfully lashed her backside with
it.  Without the scarf, Diana's cleavage came out, which nobody minded,
least of all Diana.

Ronald was a bit oily and immediately started eyeing Bernardine, who
ignored him, while Diana brushed up to one side of me and slowly traced the
contours of my left arm with her breasts.  I glanced over to see Amanda
taking in Diana's move on me and reacting with a hint of a smile.  I smiled
back at her, gave Diana a little shove and turned away.

Rose and her partner Jeannie were at the door, dressed in black glittery
and feathery things.  They were both slender and attractive.  Jeannie gave
me a comfortable, non-sexual hug and went off to talk with Diana, while
Rose joined Nora and Bernardine in the kitchen in lively conversation.

Then in came Andrew, by himself, and I held my breath.  Tall, with a
prominent forehead, expressive eyes, a full mouth, a solid chest and large,
mobile hands, Andrew looked like he would have a phenomenal penis, and I
found myself wanting to find out.  Nora had the same idea.  She slid into
Andrew's arms and gave him a kiss full on the mouth.  Unfortunately, Andrew
had the reputation of a slow starter; he would date a woman twenty times
before bringing up sex, and I had little hope that he would get loose
enough to play bisexually.  He pulled back slightly from Nora's inviting
lips.  I greeted him from the side, throwing my arms around him and Nora
together, touching them both with my chest and hips.  He did not struggle
to escape, as he might have, and I felt slightly encouraged.  We joked, I
released them, and he came deeper into the room to greet the others.
Andrew had brought a CD of Stevie Wonder music, and we put on "Here Comes
the Sun" and everyone picked up the rhythm and started singing along with
the chorus.

Dinner loosened everyone up a bit more.  The tastes and textures, the
sights and smells of this pagan repast were not so very different from the
ordinary, but the fact that they were not-Christmas and that we were
singing not-Christmas music and wearing not-Christmas colors gave the food
an exotic, stimulating allure that went beyond the chemistry of saffron,
thyme, pine nuts, and the other spices and savories on the tongue.  We were
full and animated.

After the plates were cleared and we were comfortably seated in the living
room, Diana picked a sprig of mistletoe out of a vase and held it over Rose
and Jeannie, who were more a real couple than anyone else present, and were
still nibbling on dessert.  They obligingly kissed each other, trading
mouthfuls of chocolate pie and fig cake, laughing and spewing crumbs and
bits of filling.  Then Jeannie grabbed the mistletoe from Diana and held it
over herself and Andrew, to her right.  Andrew looked confused.  Quickly
Jeannie gave him a kiss directly on the mouth, as Rose cheered.

To Andrew's right was Nora, and she snatched the mistletoe from Jeannie
and, holding it over Andrew, spun his head around with her other hand and
kissed him again full on the mouth, much more firmly than Jeannie had, and
half climbed on his lap.  He tried to raise his hand in self-defense, and
inadvertently brushed Nora's breasts as his hand came up.  We all saw it,
and our eyebrows went up in appreciation.  Nora only kissed him harder, and
her tongue went between his lips.  He did not know what to do with his now
free hand, and waved it confusedly in the air for a few seconds while
Nora's tongue tried to open his teeth.  Finally, in a gesture of surrender,
he opened his mouth to let Nora's tongue in, put his hand to the back of
Nora's head, pulled her closer, and leaned back in his armchair.  With his
great height he pulled Nora out of her chair and across his chest, and her
dress rode up so that we could see the bottom of her panties over her buns.
We cheered and applauded.  Nora collected herself and looked around with an
air of triumph, holding the mistletoe in the air like a torch.

To her right was Bernardine, and they exchanged sisterly smooches.  Then
the mistletoe passed again, and Bernardine made a move on Rolf, to her
right.  Rolf evaded her and they tussled, and she pushed him so that he
fell backward with his head in my lap, looking up at me.  Bernardine pulled
his shirt out of his pants, exposing his abdomen, and planted a noisy kiss
near his bellybutton, laughing out loud.  Then she quickly held the
mistletoe over my head, and the company called out, "Come on, you two,
let's see some action!"

I thought Rolf looked fairly cute upside down in my lap, and I bent down
and gave him a dry kiss full on the lips.  He must have thought I looked
cute also, because his hand went up to the back of my head and he held me
there for what seemed like a full minute.  I tried to help him slip his
shirt back in his pants, running my fingers along his abs, with the result
that his tongue came between my lips and the kiss got a bit more intense
than it started, and his hand found my right nipple and pinched it.  The
company started whistling, and when I raised my head up for air I could see
Nora's hand brushing Andrew's thigh.  I could tell from Nora's eyes that
she was getting wet between the legs watching Rolf and me, and I thought I
saw a bulge rising in Andrew's crotch.  I glanced over at Amanda, and she
was watching in fascination, her legs tightly pressed together.

Rolf and I untangled from one another, and I took the mistletoe and held it
over myself and Ronald, to my right.  Ronald backed off and excused himself
to the bathroom, as the company booed, catcalled and hissed.  That left
Amanda to his right.  Diana came from Amanda's other side, took the
mistletoe, and held it over Amanda.

I got up, stepped over in front of Amanda and got to one knee with a
gallant European gesture.

"Madame Amanda," I said, "Enchante de faire votre connaissance!"

With that, I took her right hand in my left and bent over it to kiss it,
ever so lightly, in the courtly style, and as I did so, I slipped my right
hand lightly to the back of her left ankle and, with the barest of touches,
ran it up her calf, to the back of her knee, and as far as it would go
toward the seat of her chair, with my little finger brushing lightly on the
inside of her thigh.  Only half the group could see my maneuver.

She shivered and laughed good naturedly, "Vous etes tres mechant!"  and
retrieved her hand, and leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
I pretended to faint on the floor, to general laughter.

Quickly the mistletoe finished the round from Amanda to Diana, and back to
Rose.  Rose held the sprig, which had taken a beating, into a candle flame,
and we all watched while it crackled, flared, and smoked out.

With that we rearranged ourselves to watch a movie, and we darkened the
room so that only the television screen and a couple of candle lanterns
behind the set were left as sources of light.  I tried to sit closer to
Amanda, but she maneuvered herself so that Bernardine was between her and
me.

Rolf was behind me, keeping to himself but watching.  Diana and Ronald were
starting to pet, off to my right; he had his hand over her right breast and
she was stroking his cock with her bare foot through his pants.

I saw Nora reclining next to Andrew.  He was pretending to ignore her, but
she managed to touch him from time to time in half a dozen different ways,
now leaning her breasts on his shoulder to whisper some joke in his ear,
now brushing the back of her hand on his chest, now boldly tracing a finger
over his bulge while looking into his eyes, and I wondered how long his
reserve could hold out against her seductions, as he was obviously feeling
the heat.

Meanwhile Bernardine was starting a similar treatment on me, and I caught
Amanda watching furtively while pretending to be interested in the movie.
However, there was no chemistry between me and Bernardine, and I let her
make her moves in complete passivity until she sensed my disinterest and
turned away.  Before very long, Bernardine got up and went to the
kitchen. Then a change overcame Amanda, and she turned around in her chair
to look at me, gave me a warm smile with her eyes, turned her legs toward
me and opened them slightly.  In the flickering light I could see nothing
definite, but I understood the signal.

Did Amanda and Bernardine have a pact, where the mother gave the daughter
first shot at men?  Now that I had shown myself uninterested in Bernardine,
and the daughter had left the field, it seemed that I had the green light
from the mother at last.  I was seated on the carpet, and she moved
slightly forward in her chair, turned toward me, and opened her legs a bit
wider to my view.  She brought up one hand and pulled her skirt up slightly
further, and then unbuttoned the top button of her blouse to bare her
cleavage.  She had an excellent figure, and in the flickering light of the
screen I could see the nipple of her left breast rising under the silk of
her blouse.  Then she got up and, giving me a long and meaningful look,
walked toward the corridor that held the bathroom and the bedrooms.

I counted to thirty, slowly, and then got up, gave Rolf a squeeze on the
knee, and followed her.  She was in the bathroom.  The hallway was dark,
lit only by a single candle, and I waited as I heard the sink faucet turn
on and off.  Then she came out of the door, facing away from me.  I stepped
behind her, put my arms around her, and cupped her breasts in both hands.
My bulging pants found the cleavage in the back of her dress.  She
shivered, put her hands up to squeeze mine harder into her breasts, pushed
her ass harder into my thighs, and leaned her head back toward me.  I
kissed her from the side, and started to unbutton her blouse.

"Not here," she said.  "In there!" and she led me into my bedroom, closing
the door behind us.

I stood in front of her, removed her blouse, unsnapped her lacy bra, and
fell on my knees so that I could kiss and lick and nibble on her breasts.
She moaned with pleasure and ran her hands through my hair.  I licked
between her breasts and back to the nipples, sucking them, pinching gently
with my teeth, running my tongue in circles around them, and then squeezing
her breasts together while bathing her cleavage with my tongue.

Soon the sound of her moaning and the shifting of her legs told me that her
cunt was aroused.  I unzipped her skirt, pulled it down, and pulled down
her slip. I turned her around until her back was to the bed, and then
gently pushed her down until she laid on her back with her legs over the
side.  Her black lace panties offered little more than ornamentation, and I
took my time. I kissed the inside of her thighs on each side, then ran my
lips over her mound through her panties, then licked on the sides of the
panty legs, until the middle of her mound became wet and fragrant with her
juices.  She smelled clean and horny.

There was no reason to tease any longer.  I pulled at the waist of her
panty, and she cooperatively raised her ass to let me slip them off.  Her
neatly trimmed cunt lay before me for the feasting. I turned my head
sideways and applied my lips like the gentlest of kisses to her labia,
feeling the texture of them and testing their firmness.  She moaned, and
ran her fingers through my hair.  I slid my lips still very gently up and
down, toward her clit and toward her ass. Then I let my lower lip find the
gap between her labia and nibble on it, ever so gently.  She moaned loudly.
The gap was moist, and I let my relaxed lower lip slide into it and glide
gently up and down.  More moaning.

Then I began to nibble on her left labia, rolling it between my lips and
sucking on it very gently.  I did the same to her right labia.  She was
silent, holding her breath.  Then I slipped my tongue into the delicious
wetness between her cunt lips.  She exhaled explosively and bucked her hips
into the mattress.  I waited for her to calm down and then resumed my
nibbling and sucking.

Before long her outer cunt lips swelled and opened wide, and her inner cunt
lay open to my tongue like a warm oyster.  I changed my angle so that I
could lick her up and down.  First I went down deeper into her warm
delicious wetness, toward her vaginal opening, and tasted a more musky,
sticky cunt juice that caused my erection to turn to steel in my pants.  I
explored this taste sensation at leisure, feeling her hands racing through
the hair on my head.

I stuck my tongue out further and slipped it into her cunt canal as far as
it would go.  She moaned loudly and pressed my head more deeply into her.
I almost drowned, and came up forcibly for breath, then spread my tongue
wide and lapped her flowing juices.  She was oozing cunt juice copiously.

I licked around the inside of her outer labia, up and down, and she started
thrashing her shoulder on the mattress from side to side.  I came up and
let my lower lip slide very lightly up toward the sensitive command center.
She froze and held her breath.  When my lip felt and traced the hard lump
of her protruding clitoris, she bucked violently and beat her head on the
mattress, gasping.  I let my tongue flick out quickly, once, twice, three
times just below the head of her clit.  She made a gasping noise like a
death rattle and went rigid.  She pressed my head hard into her clit, and
started bucking again.  Suddenly my face was flooded with a spray of cunt
juice, and she became completely limp.  She breathed deeply, and in a tiny,
babylike voice, she called me her sweet Papa.  She pulled me up to her face
and covered me with kisses, tasting her cunt spray as she went.

She felt my raging erection on her legs and said "Ohmigod, we can't have
that!"  Deftly she unzipped me, slipped off my pants and my jockey shorts,
cradled my cock in her right hand, and was about to lower her mouth onto
it, when the door opened.

It was Nora, and two steps behind her, with his head turned away toward the
living room, was Andrew.  By the candlelight slanting into the bedroom from
the hall, Nora took in my naked legs, my pulsing cock, Amanda's head and
unclothed body, all in one glance.  Without a moment's hesitation, she
gestured to us to get to the far side of the bed and, putting her finger to
her lips, she bade us keep absolutely still.  Quickly we obeyed.  I slid to
the edge of the bed, Amanda spooning in front of me, with my stiff cock
folded up between her ass cheeks.  We fought to catch our breaths and
become motionless, with our eyes turned toward the scene that was to unfold
through the door.

Meanwhile Nora turned back into the hall and tugged on Andrew's hand,
drawing him into the bedroom.  As the light from the hall briefly played on
his face, we could see the conflict in him between arousal and lust for
Nora, who had been artfully fanning the embers of his passion, and his
characteristic reserve and shyness around women, which had got him the
reputation of a prude.  But clearly Nora had the upper hand now, and as she
led him into the dark room, we could see that she was holding his hand down
low, probably brushing his cock through his pants.

At the same time we could see her feet feeling for and brushing aside
Amanda's and my discarded clothing on the floor, skillfully clearing the
path.  When they were both in the room, she closed the door, and by the dim
green light of the clock radio on the dresser, we saw her arms go up around
his neck and melt into his arms for a wet kiss.  She whispered to him,
"Baby, you're still so tense.  I can take care of that for you.  Don't you
want to relax, baby?  Let me help you, love!"  And with that we saw her
left hand brush down his chest and go to his pants.

She held his cock through his pants softly and began sliding her hand up
and down on it, meanwhile closing his mouth with another wet kiss, to
prevent him from speaking.  She felt his backbone relaxing and his head
bend forward now, responding to her kiss, and with her left hand she deftly
found the tab of his zipper and, pulling outward on his pants, she opened
the portal and reached inside.  He was wearing boxer shorts, and in moments
the leading part of his erection came free.

I felt Amanda inhale sharply, and I did the same, holding her more tightly
to me.  Andrew's cock was more than proportional to his body.  He was built
like a horse.  Now I wondered how Nora was going to handle him.  She was an
expert cocksucker, but her oral equipment was only of average size.  She
had to stretch considerably whenever she sucked my own average-sized cock,
and sometimes she would have to pull off me to rest her jaw.

I could hear Nora breathing heavily, but if she had an inner struggle about
whether to tackle this phallic challenge, it was a brief one.  In seconds
we saw her open her blouse and unsnap her front-clasp brassiere, and then
she slid down Andrew's front until she cradled his cock between her
breasts.  She had both hands on him now, and looked up at him.  It was too
dim to see exactly but I was sure she was smiling the same sweet erotic and
loving smile she always gave me when she was about to have her favorite
feast.

But Andrew wasn't mentally prepared to look this passionate female oral
copulator in the eye and smile back at her, in total acceptance and
anticipation of the act.  Instead, he tilted his head back and closed his
eyes.  That was fine with Nora.  After rubbing the nipples of her breasts
on his bulging cock head, she slid down further until she was on her knees
in front of him, and began licking enthusiastically.  Nora loved to suck
cock, and she was clearly savoring this one.  His cock head was the size of
a scoop of ice cream, and she was a kid with her favorite flavor.

After bathing the top and sides of his cock head with a broad tongue, she
curled her tongue and with just the tip, she delicately rimmed under the
edges of his mushroom.  She felt Andrew's legs stiffen and he opened his
stance slightly, leaning back against the wall, giving her permission to
continue.  His hands remained by his side, slowly opening and clenching as
she explored the contours of his most sensitive organ.

Now Nora opened her jaws as wide as they would go.  I have seen a snake
unhinge its jaws to swallow a rodent in one piece, and I could have sworn
Nora did something similar.  Even with her jaw open so wide that her chin
almost touched her breastbone, she could barely stretch her lips around his
head and take him in.  But, with an enthusiasm that got my own cock pulsing
between Nora's ass cheeks from watching, Nora plunged his shaft into her
mouth, and we could see his hands clench tight into fists as he felt his
member engulfed in her hot, wet cavity. Not many women had achieved this
much with him.

As she slid him in and out, we could see from the movement of her throat
that she was tonguing him.  At the same time her hands traveled up and
found his belt, undid it, and brought his pants down around his knees.  She
reached further into his boxers and brought out the rest of his cock,
including his huge ball sack, which she fondled gently as she sucked on
him.  She was going "mmm – mmm" as she went.

Watching this display rekindled Amanda's arousal, which had cooled off
quickly when the door opened.  She snuggled her ass cheeks closer and began
slowly moving her butt in and out, feeling my cock sliding in her ass
crack.  I ran my hand down her petite form between her legs and quickly
verified what I suspected, that her cunt juices were flowing again.  I
adjusted my hip position and slipped my erection between her legs, and she
reached down and poised my shaft at the entrance to her vagina, and I
slipped in without resistance.  She was hot, wet, and tight.  Slowly we
began to grind into each other, trying to remain noiseless so as not to
disturb the hot spectacle before us, but quite unable to restrain ourselves
entirely.  I twirled her left nipple with my fingers and nibbled on her
ear.  Our eyes were glued to the performance played by the dim phosphor of
the clock radio.

If Nora had thought that Andrew would be a quick come, she was
disappointed.  It seemed that Andrew was still mentally resisting her, even
though his cock was buried as deep in her head as it would go.  Every few
plunges with her lips, she would pull back and rest her jaws, meanwhile
jacking him softly with her right hand.  He remained standing against the
wall with his head back and his eyes closed, immobile except for the
clenching and unclenching of his hands at his side.  Finally, Nora drew
back, still jacking him, and looked at the totality of his giant rigid
penis, perplexed what move to make next.

Nora and I had been lovers so long and knew each other so intimately that I
could tick off the options she was weighing.  I knew that she was having
her period and that fucking him was out.  Taking that telephone pole up her
ass, forget it.  Like two entangled atomic particles, our minds came up
with the same wicked idea the same instant.  Still frigging him, she looked
over at Amanda and me.

Without a word, I slipped my cock out of Amanda's cunt, silently slid off
the edge of the bed, and padded the few steps over to where Nora was
kneeling in front of her giant.  I could see Amanda crawl quietly on the
bed to come get a better view.  I joined Nora on my knees in front of
Andrew, and she gave me a deep tongue kiss, all the while frigging Andrew.
Our faces side by side, she pointed his cock at me.  I had to admire her
for having dared to suck him.  He was truly enormous.  Fortunately, my male
lips and jaws were bigger than Nora's, but even so I almost gave myself
lockjaw opening wide enough to slide him into my mouth.  It was an
awesomely good feeling to have a cock that large on my tongue.  I did the
same as Nora had done: slid him in and out past my lips, while working on
the base of his cock head with my tongue.  I rocked my head slowly forward
and back and began sucking.  I noticed his hands clench and unclench more
quickly.

After a few minutes I needed a rest, and gave him back to Nora.  I looked
over at Amanda to see if she wanted to have a turn, but she signaled that
her mouth was too small to even try it.  Instead, Amanda slid silently off
the bed and kneeled behind Nora and me, her hands caressing our backs,
getting a close up view.  Nora gave Andrew's cock back to me, and as I
started suctioning him again, I saw that Amanda gave the side of Nora's
face a nuzzle with her lips, and that Nora put up a hand to stroke Amanda's
breast.  My cock, still slick with Amanda's juices, was poking Andrew's
ankle, and I hoped he didn't notice.  I could taste some thick, salty
pre-cum out of Andrew's cock, and I felt that he was coming close to his
climax.

Meanwhile Amanda and Nora had slipped to the floor at my side, and Nora's
mouth was on Amanda's nipple, sucking and nibbling, as Amanda's hand was
caressing Nora's long hair, and she was smiling serenely.  Andrew was now
definitely swelling and stiffening as he reached his point of no return,
and his hands clenched and unclenched rapidly.  I tapped Nora on the
shoulder to get her attention so she could watch the climax, and she left
off sucking on Amanda, and both of them sat up.

I gave Andrew's cock two, three rapid and deep plunges in succession, and
felt the first tightening of his balls and the spasms of his sperm duct
between my lips.  At that moment, he put his hands to the side of what he
thought was Nora's head, but which was my head, to pull her away, thinking
that she would not want to swallow.  But I resisted and kept my mouth on
his cock and started swallowing as quickly as I could.  It was impossible
to keep up with his gushing production, though, so I gave up and simply let
him fill my mouth, and let the overflow run down my chin.

As he finished pumping, he brought his head forward and opened his eyes.
By now accustomed to the darkness, his sight now easily identified me by
the glow of the radio dial, and as his limp cock slipped out of my mouth,
dripping with come, he spoke.

"Baby," he said, "so that was you!"

I swallowed the rest of his come, smiled at him, and said, "Yes, Andy, that
was me at the end.  Nora and I have been wanting you for a long time, and
tonight we both succeeded."

His frame relaxed and slumped.  He slid down the wall slowly and sat on the
ground, me on one side, Nora and Amanda on the other.

He looked from side to side and said, "Damn.  That was wonderful.  I don't
care who it was.  That was the best.  Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Nora let go of Amanda and gave him a hug and a deep, warm kiss.  "Thank
YOU, baby," she said.

I gave Nora a big hug and kiss and said "Thank YOU!"

Amanda said, "That's quite a piece of equipment you've got there.  It took
the both of them to get you off."

He thought about that and said, "Maybe that's been my problem."  His voice
trailed off thoughtfully.

"Don't think about it too much," Nora said.  "Not right now.  This is the
solstice.  Just enjoy."

"Mind if I stretch out and take a nap?" he said.

"Go for it," I told him.

He picked himself up, stepped out of his pants, and lay on the bed, and was
soon breathing regularly, his giant cock resting peacefully across one
thigh.

"Yum," said Nora, and gave me a deep French kiss, probing for the taste of
Andrew's come in my mouth.

"How is it?" asked Amanda.

"See for yourself," Nora replied, and Amanda leaned over, licked the drip
of come off my chin, and plunged her tongue into my mouth.

"Not bad," she pronounced.  "Now where were we?"

Nora giggled.  "I know where you two were, but meanwhile we two were in
another place altogether!"

"No problem," I said, laughing.  "We can be in both places."

"Definitely," said Amanda.

"What are we waiting for?" said Nora, and pushed Amanda back down on the
carpet so she could resume nibbling and sucking Amanda's breast.  I slid
next to Amanda on the other side, raised up her near leg, and slid my cock
back into her cunt, moving slowly.  Amanda was in heaven.  She hugged
Nora's head close to her breast, and she kissed me deeply in rhythm with my
cock motions.

After a while, Nora slid down and began tonguing Amanda's clitoris.  I
slipped out of Amanda's cunt to let Nora have a few sucks, with my cock in
the groove of Amanda's swollen cunt lips, and then I slipped back inside as
Nora resumed tonguing Amanda's clit.  Amanda started beating her head on
the carpet and thrashing her shoulders from side to side.  She came hard,
explosively, and tried to push Nora's head away, but Nora was hungry and
kept flicking and sucking, and I pumped Amanda's cunt harder and faster
with my cock, nearing my climax, and Amanda came again, and again, and
again, and when I finally pumped her full of my come, she gasped for
breath, the inside of her cunt spasmed involuntarily and pumped my cock in
waves, up and down, and she beat her head from side to side and flailed her
arms, and then breathed heavily, her breasts heaving and her heart pumping
loudly for minutes, until she calmed and was still.

"Wow," she said, finally.  What a great solstice party!"  Nora and I looked
at one another in satisfaction and agreement.

"Yes, it's been a great solstice party.  We must do it again next year."

-- The End --