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            They made their way through the house, through the softly lit parlor with abundant pillows and the big screen television, sound muted. Most bodies were upright but some were already horizontal and squirming – all were naked. He had a nice build, with well-groomed pubic hair a testament to his regard for genitalia. Pierced nipples, too. Very nice. She was much smaller, with a delicate snatch. Great succulent nipples. Her café au lait complexion suggested her ancestral roots were somewhere in South America. I'm a sucker for café au lait.

            The man was the first to notice the steady stream of porn being played on the wide screen but the woman saw that the coffee table was strewn with glossy nudie magazines. Steps from the kitchen, where voices and laughter suggested friendly interaction, she had a small panic attack and clutched his arm.

            I couldn't hear what they said but I can only assume that the steady visual stream of tits, asses, cocks, pussies, moans, and slippery sloshing noises overwhelmed her. It scared the hell out of me the first time, too. And she was a tiny thing, which made her seem more vulnerable than she probably was. The way he soothed her, though, I could tell they had a good relationship – he hadn't forced her to come here. He seemed to appease her quickly enough and they continued toward the kitchen. They hadn't noticed me so I stayed on my upholstered perch in the corner of the living room.

            He was hard on arrival. I doubted they'd be in the kitchen very long – he looked like he was anxious to get down to business. So was I but I'd learned patience. I knew what I was supposed to do, what was expected of me when I came here.

            He held her hand and led her into the third room down the hall. Newbies usually began in a room, thinking it offered some protection from prying eyes. Ironic, since prying eyes are the reason most of them come to an orgy.

            "Hi," he said with that jaunty tone so common among newcomers. The heady excitement had infused him with swaggering confidence.

"Hi," I replied. "I hope it's okay if I watch."

"It would be better if you joined us," she said.

I was flattered and did my best to blush. "Are you sure? I'm just as happy to watch." Yeah, right.

"Please come in. I'm Randy and this is Martha."

            "Tracy," I said as I approached the bed. "Would you mind if we got to know each other a bit before we start?" I asked the question for their benefit; I could have humped them both through the roof right then and there but wanted to let some tension build. Both of them eyed my big tits like they were dinner, so I thought it would be fun to delay gratification.

            "Sure, sure," he said as Martha sat up. They both scrambled off the bed and showed me to the sofa. As if I'd never been there before.

            I sat down in front of the hefty black silicone dildo someone had so thoughtfully placed on the coffee table. A tiny vibrator lay on its side nearby. Perhaps Randy and Martha weren't the first people to use this room tonight. I was tempted to squat myself down on the dildo, but I'd long ago learned only to take toys from the welcome baskets stationed at every door – they were unquestionably clean.

            Lots of porn mags covered the table. I glanced at them because a dark-skinned woman appeared on several of the pages. As I lingered over her plump ass, Randy and Martha flanked me on the couch.

            I guess I'd waited longer than I wanted to join them because I found it too difficult to waste time on small talk. I sunk into the cushions, spread my legs, and grinned mischievously at my new friends. They grinned back.

            While Randy held out his thick meat for me, Martha scooted over to the basket to withdraw a toy. If it was even half as impressive as the cock Randy was jamming down my throat, I'd be one happy lady. His large tip stretched my mouth a bit, which I didn't find the least bit objectionable. He played with my tit while I sucked him.

            Martha's choice was a smooth, somewhat cool, vibrator that she turned on only when the thing had completely disappeared into my cunt. I sucked cock while she reamed me with the vibrator and licked my other nipple. To my surprise, she moved from my tit to my clit and frigged me with her tongue as if she had some experience. Maybe she did. Or maybe she was just emulating what Randy usually did to her.        

Nobody was more surprised than I was. I usually had more control. Randy and Martha's enthusiasm was apparently more infectious than I thought.

            In my semi-conscious state, they carried me, laughing, to the bed. They were undoubtedly as energized as I was by the voyeurs now crowding the doorway. I sensed one or two of them had slipped into the room but I didn't much care – the more the merrier. Oddly enough, I still didn't look to confirm my suspicions. The crowd in my imagination was more to my liking than the crowd at the door.

As Randy and Martha carried me, I had a sudden urge to remind them who was in control here but instantly wondered why it mattered. I was still in fuckhead mode and liked the oblivion of it.

            Once I was on my back, Randy shoved a pillow under my ass and spread my legs. The scent of my well-worked pussy filled the room. Martha lied down next to me and squished one of her luscious, compact tits against mine. Her body burned like a little furnace. She still held the vibrator she had pushed up my pussy and now slipped it into her own snatch as she leaned in to kiss me. She even tasted like café au lait – sweet and steamy.

            She ran her exceptionally long fingernails along my spine while her tongue danced with mine. Our humid oral exchange made me dizzy – Martha was an incredible kisser. I absently rubbed my clit but it was her juices that were loud enough to be audible. She fucked herself with my cream-covered vibrator and French kissed me into a heightened state of abandon.

            When Randy's mushroom head pushed past my slit, I yelped and my eyes suddenly shot open. I saw the faceless crowd, saw Martha's manicured hand fucking herself wildly, watched as Randy's beautiful cock plunged into me and then re-emerged, over and over, each time coated with more of my glistening juice. I rubbed my clit and let the second wave of tremors crash through me. I lost track of the crowd when my eyes rolled up inside my forehead.

            A few gasps punctuated a lovely, reverent silence as I spiraled downward from my come. A familiar voice floated through the quiet.

            "Tracy, you little slut. You've done it again."

            I opened my eyes languidly, trying to control my glee. Randy and Martha faced Laurine abruptly, with the kind of fear in their eyes she surely appreciated. No matter how many times we played this game, it never failed to get her off.

            "I've been watching you. All of you. Fucking my girlfriend like she was yours. Well, look what you've done now," she purred. I looked at her even though I knew she'd be whipping her pussy to the consistency of butter as she walked toward us. Laurine was one of the few people I knew who could masturbate and walk at the same time.   Randy and Martha were in for a memorable night. I just hoped I could keep up with all of them.

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