Chapter 55: New Sex Partners At The Party

Mark

She was moving like a determined woman, but in a slow and methodical way. Her body was writhing around my cock that had speared into her small pussy – a round long peg in a deep round hole, both full of arousing nerve endings that were sending continuous pleasure and bliss sensations to the core of our brains.

Izzy was in seventh heaven as she rode me. She was naked from the waist down and only wore the leather vest she’d arrived in, only now it wasn’t buttoned and the breasts that turned out to be slightly oversize for her small body were swaying beautifully directly in my line of sight and inviting me to suck and fondle them on a constant basis.

Izzy moaned, “Oh, boss, you have the nicest cock EVER. I may just do this all night long ... all month long. I hope you start to do this in the office real soon.”

“Well, Izzy, you’re pretty nice too. Do you know that men call girls like you spinners?”

“A spinner? What’s that?”

“It’s a petite girl like you that I can sit atop my cock like this with me deep inside you, and then I can spin you around and around on my shaft.”

Izzy giggled. “I like being a spinner.” On that note she awkwardly turned around while remaining completely and deeply impaled on my shaft. The feeling was amazing, and sent some further startling sensations up my rod and spinal cord to the pleasure center of my cortex. Izzy paused, pumped her pussy a few times in the reverse cowgirl position, and then continued to spin around back to her original position.

Izzy said, “I prefer this position. You can feel my tits better, and I like that, plus I can kiss you and rub my tits across your chest. You have a very manly chest.” She lowered her torso to me so we could kiss and make out while she continued to pump her pussy up and down on my shaft; and, yes, her rigid nipples that I’d been toying with etched little random designs on my chest.

Izzy soon had another orgasm on my cock. I didn’t think women were supposed to be able to have orgasms from a vaginal fuck, but Izzy seemed to be another exception. I lifted her off of my shaft and sat her on the sofa beside me.

I started to finger her slit as we kissed. I soon had my right hand completely inside her – an amazing feat given her size and the span of my hand. Izzy came from my G-spot stimulation as I fanned her clit with my left hand and sucked on her nipple.

A few moments later I’d established a carefully choreographed rhythm on her A-spot right near her cervix, and Izzy’s body was arching and she was moaning so loud I thought someone would come to see what the commotion was. Beside us, Brita and Greg were fucking, but watching how I gave The Experience to a new girl.

Izzy’s moans and her little scream were lost in the similar sounds from around the room. She came in a BIG way, her body collapsed and she lost consciousness for a couple of minutes. As others had done, Izzy awoke and pledged her undying love and devotion to me. I accepted that and returned her affection. I realized as I did that I felt a special connection with the small Hispanic woman. I remember thinking that we were probably part of the same soul group and had been lovers many times in the past in other lives.

We made love after that right there in my living room. I filled Izzy’s tight little cunt with a huge load of jizz. Much to her surprise, after I extracted from her pussy, I went down on her and sucked up a goodly portion of the mess between her legs and then I shared it with her. Izzy watched me in awe, praising my work and telling me how much she loved me some more. She relished snowballing with me.

When we both seemed sated, I gave her my short speech about the possibility that she’d feel awkward working in my office, assuring her that she could have another position if she thought that would be better. I made sure she knew I wanted her in my life, but I didn’t want her to feel compelled to do anything especially sexually with me.

Izzy was thoughtful, and then pledged her love to me again, assuring me that the best place in the world for her was in my arms as we made love repeatedly. She wanted to be with me and Melanie and Sheila at work. Perish the thought that she’d have to work somewhere else. She loved me.

Izzy would have stayed with me all night, but I urged her to go off and find other friends and lovers for the evening in the true spirit of the party. I explained that open sexuality was part of fun of the party as well as the ethos of our family. She reluctantly parted, only to be swept up immediately by Jon, another or our friends. He whispered some words to her, and they must have been just right because I saw her break into a broad smile as they went off together.

I got a glass of wine and wandered the condo to see what was happening. There was a lot of fucking going on in every room and out on the balcony. I found Vanessa with Tom, the head of my Silicon Valley operations. After they finished up, I went and joined them so I could be next in line with the pretty porn princess. We had talked earlier for quite some time as we ate dinner, so the introductory ice had been broken.

She asked me, “Where’s Anna?”

I pointed to a wall, “Next room over with two guys being spit roasted.”

“Oh, good. She likes that. Can we fuck now? I’ve been looking forward to this since Wes told me about this party. I hope you invite us to others. We like this kind of stuff.” She gestured around the living room at the other couples engaged in sex in some way.

I smiled at the blunt invitation, but I expected it from her in a way. I had a stereotype, and she was playing to it. Maybe that was on purpose, or was this the way she really was all the time?

We didn’t fuck, at least right away. I gave Vanessa The Experience. She fainted from too much pleasure, awoke about two minutes later, pledged her undying love to me, and then had me fuck her into oblivion as she continued to have little orgasmic aftershocks.

I repeated the process with Anna about a half-hour later, with similar results.

I felt on a bit of an ego high. The only two porn stars I’d ever met had declared that I’d been their best fuck ever. I knew, of course, that it wasn’t the fuck we ended our session with; it had been The Experience that brought them a peak pleasure experience so intense it made them briefly lose consciousness and probably gave them an immense dose of oxytocin into their brains – the cuddle hormone – that made them wake up and pledge their love to me.

Anna got voluble when we were through, very uncharacteristic for someone so shy. She proceeded to berate so many men for not doing anything to improve their lovemaking performance with their mates. “They don’t read, watch porn, use the Internet, or anything to improve; they still fuck and treat women just the way they did when they were eighteen or twenty, and that’s just the sex. They do the same thing with love – do nothing to learn how to improve. This is why I love Scott so much and now you; you’ve both moved far beyond high school sex and puppy dog crushes.”

I took that lesson to heart. It struck a resonant chord. I had six women who I intensely loved, and many more I cared about a great deal, but I had fallen back into doing little to express that love in a way that appealed to each woman. I knew it wasn’t just a matter of a little gift, and in fact for some women that wasn’t at all what made them feel loved. For most of them, it was a matter of spending some personal time with them, doing nothing but paying attention to them.

I needed a break so I went into the kitchen again to get some refreshment, in that case some homemade chocolate chip cookies. One of the cute French waitresses Elsa and Cindy had hired was there, almost naked and looking very appealing. She came over and kissed me and fondled my cock. She whispered in a cute French accent I took to be genuine, “You don’t have to cum, but please fuck me until I do.”

She sat on one of the high bar stools at the kitchen counter, and I followed her request to the letter. I gently fucked her as she moved up the thermometer towards a climax. I used my thumb on her clit, and that seemed to drive her wild. A minute later, she exploded into my arms with not only a climax, but a billion kisses and praise for my ministrations to her adorable body. As we parted, she dropped to her knees and cleaned my cock back to its pristine state.

We both enjoyed a glass of Chardonnay at that point. I held Chloe in my lap as we sat at the kitchen table. As she’d sat, she’d tucked my cock back inside her tight pussy.

I asked, “What happened to Zoé? Wasn’t she your partner tonight?”

Chloe smiled, “Oh, yes, she was. She is with a man named Scott and another named Deke and they are doing a double penetration of her body while she sucks on a man named Carter. I learned that the men call it being made airtight. They did that to me just before you found me here, and Zoé was going to be next.”

“You are adventuresome. Is this what you normally do? Parties, that is?”

“Oh, no. I work at the investment house with Cynthia or Cindy as you call her. I am an analyst specializing in corporate bonds. Zoé works there too, only she specializes in options trading. We’re both working on becoming certified financial analysts; we take classes together. We both have MBAs too; Zoé’s is from MIT and mine is from Wharton.”