Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2009 03:31:07 +0000
From: Miles Long <miles_long@hotmail.com>
Subject: 469 Charlotte Sttreet 4

469 Charlotte Street

Chapter 4



I began getting a little nervous as my first party approached. On Thursday
night Robin took me to a fine men's store downtown for some nice clothes:
an expensive suit, new shoes, the works... all on her dime.  Friday
afternoon she had a healthy group lunch prepared for all four of us, and
directed her "pep talk" at me, the newbie of the bunch. We're the
employees, she told us, here to make the participants happy. But we didn't
have to do anything we didn't want to do. We should be clean, safe and
respectful to other's wishes, and if someone suggested something we didn't
want to do, just politely say no.


"Does that apply to Mary, too?" Clay said. "He may run for the door when
she gets through with him," somewhat under his breath and to the chuckles
of Li. I looked puzzled and Robin glared at Clay.



"Mary is one of the founders of this group," Robin explained, turning back
to me. "Her husband died five years ago but she's continued to participate
in our parties whenever she can, including tonight. She has a tradition of
... ah, ... `celebrating' the arrival of each new person to the group, in
her own way. Just go with the flow on that one."


Late in the afternoon I showered and put on my fine new clothes. As I
looked in the mirror I thought I looked pretty good, a far improvement from
the jeans and t-shirt style that I wore everyday as a student.  I had
butterflies, not sure what to expect or whether I would fit in with the
others. But at 6 o'clock on the dot I adjusted my tie one last time and
walked to the mansion's foyer to join the others.


It wasn't hard to miss Mary, the first guest to arrive, who was chatting
with Robin. She was in her fifties, lots of makeup and very blonde
hair. Her hair wasn't the only unnatural part; her breasts were huge, and
she had on a corset that accented their size. They almost spilled out of
the top.  She was a few pounds overweight but nothing too bad, and she was
dressed for the part of a swinger, with garters, hose and high heels.



"You must be the new man," she cooed at me as she slipped her arm into
mine. Before I could even react she was steering me away from the main
hall. Mary peppered me with questions as she led me away from the others.
She led me not into one of the bedrooms, as I was expecting, but a narrow
guest bath. She shut and locked the door, and then turned to me, wrapped
her arms around me and began kissing me. Not just normal passionate kisses,
but hungry ones, pushing her tongue into my mouth and groaning.  One hand
slipped down and kneaded my ass, then reached around and rubbed my cock
through my pants. It was getting hard, pressing the material of my new
slacks.

"Oooooh," Mary groaned again. "You have a nice big one for me. My favorite
kind..."


With that she broke off the kisses and began shrinking, or so it
seemed. She was slowly going to her knees in front of me. Mary unfastened
my belt and my pants, and my cock sprang out hard and hard against her
face.  She grabbed it and rubbed the tip across her face. She seemed almost
in a trance as she began licking the clear fluid from the head. She licked
all over my cock, down both side of the shaft, across my balls, and back to
the tip. Say what you want about her appearance, this lady knew how to
worship a dick.  Finally when she opened her lips wide and took me into her
hot wet mouth, I groaned. She double-clutched on the down-stroke and took
an amazing amount of my glistening cock into her throat. Whoa, what a pro
she was. On the second and third stroke she was getting even more of the
shaft into her mouth. She gagged for a brief moment and then adjusted,
settling into a nice rhythm. Would all the guests be like this? I wondered
to myself.



After just a couple of moments she broke off her cock-sucking, pulled her
top down and began rubbing my dick between her heavy breasts. It was a new
but not unpleasant experience. On the upstroke she was lick the pre-cum
from the tip, then plunged my cock between her ample cleavage.  I couldn't
remember tit-fucking any woman. "You like Mary's big tits?" she said,
looking up at me. "My tits are as big as your pole."

"Sure," I choked out.



Suddenly Mary stopped, pulled herself up and then positioned her body on
the bathroom's small countertop. "Come get my pussy wet and then stick that
big monster in me!" she fairly commanded, and I bent to pull her panties
off. As I licked her pussy lips I realized I didn't have to get her wet;
she was already sloppy wet, with her juices running down on the counter.  I
licked her clit a few times to show her I knew what I was doing, then
straightened up and positioned the tip of my dick against her wet slit. I
buried my cock inside of her in one strong motion, and she screamed "Oh
fuck! Shit, yeah! Do it!"


She continued swearing and groaning in a very loud voice. I imagined not
only the whole mansion hearing her, but the whole neighborhood as well. And
I hadn't even really started fucking her yet.



So I started. I began fucked her pretty hard. I knew that I should pace
myself for the whole night, but her cries and taunts egged me on.  "Oh
shiiiiiiit," she groaned. "Come fuck mamma's cunt! Gimme that big dick!
Fuck! Come on, harder! Fuuuucccckmeeeeeee!"


When I reached down with my thumb and applied direct stimulation to her
clit, she exploded. Mary began screaming and bucking as waves of orgasm
washed over her. I thought for a second she my break off my cock inside of
her she was moving so much. Even through I'd had some girls really go crazy
as they enjoyed my big cock, I'd never seen a woman react this strongly to
getting fucked.


Finally she slumped back against the mirror and swooned. It looked like she
was passed out, but she was still talking, still groaning. My cock began to
soften and slipped from her wet pussy.



"Did you cum too?" she asked. "No." "That's good, boy, save it for later."


She began looking for her panties, which were discarded in a corner. She
tried to help me zip up and straighten out my suit. I realized only at that
point that I'd never even taken my jacket off. No wonder I was sweating
profusely.  Mary reached for a small hand towel, ran some cold water on it
and wiped my face and then hers. She was very tender, acting like a
mom. "We don't want you to get in trouble," she said, and I had to laugh
out loud. Surely everyone in a 10-mile radius knew what had been going on.


When I limped back into the foyer Clay made eye contact and stifled a
laugh. He reached down and quickly grabbed his crotch.  Then he walked over
and draped one arm around my shoulders. "Where you been, bro?"


I just shook my head and smiled. What else could I do? I'd been initiated.


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