Chapter 65

Devlin gave one last suck, her hand a blur as she worked Jack's cock. With a groan he came, flooding her mouth. She swallowed, swallowed again, and swallowed a third time. When he ran down she eased back so she was sitting on her heels, kissed the end of his cock, and then smiled up at him. His cock quickly relaxed, hanging straight down his leg.

"That was good," she murmured. She paused to wipe away the thin strand of come that connected the tip of his cock to her lips. "Thanks."

"My turn," Jack replied after he caught his breath.

Devlin sat on the couch, pulling her dress up to her waste and opening her legs. She was conscious of the other people in the living room, but right now she didn't care. They could look all they want.

Jack knelt between her legs, kissing her inner thighs just above her knees, dropping a kiss on each leg. He moved an inch closer, kiss following kiss, alternating legs.

Devlin closed her eyes. Her hands slid to her breasts, cupping them, rubbing her tight nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. It was the anticipation, she decided. She knew what was coming, and the idea made her tingle.

Each kiss was a little closer. Each touch was a little hotter. She squirmed, wanting him to hurry up, wanting him to drag it out and take his time. She peered around through her eyelashes. There were several people in the room, new people curious about the lifestyle, everyone watching what she and Amnita's husband were doing.

She gasped as he teased the top of her thighs with his tongue. She put a hand on his head, trying to draw him closer. She could feel him grin as he held back. He knew exactly what he was doing to her—driving her out of her mind with anticipation—and he wasn't going to stop.

Her whole insides were molten by the time she felt his breath on her pussy. She shifted again, draping her legs over his shoulders. Her hands had gone back to her boobs, finally dragging them out into the open. She pinched her nipples, sending a spike of pleasure through her. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to take her off somewhere private, lick and suck her mounds, and plunder her insides with his hardness. She didn't want this slow torment to continue, but she wanted him to drag it out even more, winding her even tighter.

His first touch on her sex sent a hot flash through her. She shivered, trying to push up against his mouth. She wanted the next touch, but he pulled back, teasing her. Then he stabbed his tongue into her entrance. She bucked up against him, convulsing as a wave of feeling flashed through her, leaving her breathless.

She leaned back, trying to will another touch. But Jack knew her too well. He sucked the lips of her sex, alternating with kisses on her mound. Finally, though, he touched the foreskin over her clit.

She moaned at the wave of heat. I just came, she thought when she caught her breath.

"Do that again," she gasped, grinning down at him.

He didn't speak, but lowered his lips against her, his tongue working over her bud. Devlin caught her breath. She couldn't be about to come again! But... She moaned as her whole body clenched in a massive wave of heat. But this time he didn't pull back. This time he pressed forward, slipping his finger into her at the same time, rotating it and crooking it upward.

All thought vanished. Everything in her body focused down on that one spot. She could dimly feel her toes curling, feel herself arching, every muscle tense. She gathered, trying to hold off the inevitable, rising to a peak where everything narrowed down to that heated point. She caught her breath. It was too much. She hung there for a timeless eternity, caught up in the moment.

Wave after wave of feeling swept through her. Every nerve was on fire. She shuddered, jerking at the sensations as it continued.

She finally sagged against the couch, her hand sliding down to interpose itself between her pussy and Jack's rampant tongue. She was breathing hard, and utterly relaxed. Jack rocked back, pausing only to drop a few kisses on her inner thighs, which made her insides quake yet again.

Finally he stood, his semi-hard cock sticking out of his pants. He gave her a hand to help her up. Devlin leaned against him for support, not at all sure that her legs would work properly. Her hair was a tangled mess, her skin was flushed, her breasts were hanging out for everyone to see, and she was really aware of her sex. She must present quite a sight to the other women in the room, but she didn't care. She was turned on, and she wanted to yank Jack's pants down and take him right then and there, but that wasn't what Emma wanted.

"Thank you Devlin and Jack," Emma said from the other side of the room.

Devlin gave the people a quick curtsey before wrapping her hand possessively around Jack's cock. She could feel it stiffen, and gave him a mischievous smile. "If you don't mind," she whispered in his ear, "we'll go off and take care of some unfinished business." His eyes promised what she wanted.

The others laughed, the women nervously, as she led Jack toward the stairs. She could hear Emma speaking, addressing the group, but she didn't care. And as she squeezed Jack's cock, she decided he didn't care either. These people were used to sex being kept out of sight, not right in front of everyone like they'd just seen. And that was something they had to learn about parties at Emma's: things were right out in the open where everyone could see it.

The first bedroom at the top of the stairs was empty. Devlin paused long enough to peel off her dress, and then lay back on the bed, her legs open in invitation. Jack ripped away his shirt and pants and fell on her. She guided his hardness to her center. He lodged just the first inch in her, pausing as he arranged his legs. Holding himself above her with his arms, he drove forward, once... twice... three times, each time sheathing his hardness completely in her, and making her whole body quake.

She put one hand on his waist, and another on his neck. She concentrated, squeezing his cock in a friendly way. Jack responded by pulling almost all of the way out, and then snapping his hips forward. She grunted at the impact. Her fingers tightened; he'd managed to rub every sensitive nerve down there. She was incredibly conscious of his length and hardness. As he started to draw back she pushed up against him, wanting more.

He thrust again, and she met him halfway. She could feel his tension; he was close, as close as she was, and the resulting explosion couldn't be put off much longer.

He started pounding her steadily. She could feel his balls mash against her bottom, feel the power of his thighs as he flexed and moved. In seconds she was swept up in their shared excitement. His arms and shoulders were pillars of strength. His power was focused through his cock, seeking its completion deep in her heat.

She made little gasps with each thrust. He was groaning in time with her, his face a mask of lust. Her whole body was alive, even her shoulder felt like it was sizzling at the drops of his sweat that landed there. She wanted all of him. She tried to wrap her legs around him, tried to pull him deeper. He stayed strong, though, moving, thrusting, sliding through her heated channel, rubbing every nerve, opening her up.

It couldn't last. She felt that familiar rising tension. She began to snap her hips with each thrust, squeezing each time she did so. He felt even larger, thicker rather than longer, as if he was growing inside her.

He arched his back, his cock prying at her as it rubbed the top of her channel. Each move was electric. Each move brought a gasp to her lips. She was drawing him deeper, rising to meet him, fumbling as her own control stretched, trembling on the brink, and then finally, as she felt his first shudders of completion, she lost it.

She collapsed into a wild moment. Wave after wave surged through her, wringing out every last bit of energy, shoving her out onto a sea of bliss.

When he finally stilled, he kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips. He settled, cradling her with his arms, holding her secure against his body as she regained her composure.

"I can't believe it," he finally got out, "but every time we do it seems better than the last time."

"I know," she murmured. She closed her eyes, tasting the sweat on his skin and smelling his maleness. She drifted, protected against the outside world, smiling softly as she felt their hearts beating in unison.

"I wonder what everyone thought of our performance?" he asked finally.

"I really don't care," she replied. "I enjoyed it." She sensed his next question before he asked it. "You've got to tune out everyone else and just get on with things."

"I could feel all of those eyes on us. At least I wasn't naked. I have this thing about guys looking at my butt."

"All women are conscious of other women. It's hard to tune them out. You get used to guys watching you all the time, but other women?" She shook her head slightly. "You've got to put them out of your mind. That's what I do."

"We'll both get questions," he said. "You especially."

"Yeah, I know, and most of them will be from the other women. A few guys'll hit on me because of what they saw."

"You don't have to go with them."

"I usually don't. But the other women will ask me questions, mostly variations of 'how can you do that with everyone watching?'"

"Amnita says she just puts them out of her mind and concentrates on her partner. She says it's something she learned in Olangopo."

"That's the only way you can do it," Devlin said. "Sometimes I think we spend too much time worrying about what other women will say about us."

"That shouldn't happen here, but I know it does."

Devlin chuckled slightly. "You should hear some of the comments. They start at catty, and work downwards from there. The newcomers to the lifestyle are the most vicious. They don't realize that it isn't a competition any more."

He rolled off of her, dropping a kiss on her breasts. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up. We should probably rejoin the rest of the people."

"I don't know. I like being off here by ourselves for a few minutes."

He trailed his fingers across her tummy and between her legs. "I do, too, but I don't have the energy for another go, not for a bit." After a quick probe of her moist heat he pulled his finger back and sucked it. "I wish I could, though."

She let him help her to her feet. It took her a minute to find her dress. She decided to carry it instead of wearing it. The new people would just have to get used to the nudity they were going to see as the night progressed.

She took the time to hang up her dress and make a quick stop in the bathroom. There were still clothed people in the living room. She thought of walking in and seeing what sort of reaction she would get, but decided to check out what was happening in the basement instead. She didn't get that far. She ran into Vince, and they immediately returned to the upstairs bedrooms.

Vince was long, he was hard, and tonight he had endurance for more than one go. The first time was just as fast as always, and she shuddered through a climax only moments before he did. The second time they started doggie style, and took a lot longer. He kept turning her, trying different positions. On top of him, ramming herself down his hardness, on her side while he plundered her from behind as his hands held her breasts, and then back on her hands and knees, slowly collapsing onto her face as her arms lost all strength just before she came.

He pulled out after her shudders ceased, rolling her effortlessly on her back. She stared hungrily at his rigid cock. It was hard to believe a tube of flesh like that could give her so much pleasure. She eyed it as he put her ankles on his shoulders and guided himself to her entrance.

She caught her breath at the first touch. He felt so big, and he slid all the way into her so smoothly. She tried to grab him, wanting him even deeper. He shifted his arms, letting her wrap her legs around his strong thighs, and driving deep into her.

She grabbed his hard butt. She screamed into his shoulder from the sheer intensity of the moment; he was so sweaty she could barely hold him. He shifted again, coming forward slightly, angling deeper into her. Each thrust went right through her.

Danny had once joked that she should feel it from his side. She had a fleeting, shattering thought of how he should feel it like she did. That thought was her last coherent one as Vince touched something deep inside her and she came.

She was dimly aware of coming again and again, swept up in a continuous wave of heat that peaked and peaked. Finally it was too much for her. She collapsed under him, spun totally away in a wild surge of emotions and heat.

"I didn't believe it could get any better," he murmured into her ear as they were relaxing.

She giggled, liking how he felt when her insides clutched him. "I'm not sure we could stand more than twice."

He kissed her under the ear, his hand sliding between their bodies to toy with her nipples. "Want to find out?"

"Can you get it up again?"

"I'm willing to try."

She had to suck him hard, spending some quality time sucking and licking his balls. He played with her breasts, spending the time kissing and sucking them; something she wished more guys did. When they finally settled back on the mattress he had her guide him into her heat. He sighed happily when his hardness was sheathed properly in her.

"I may last a while."

"I hope so." She clenched him as a hint, and he began moving.

They slowed and stopped several times, taking the time to savor what they were doing. Twice he brought her to the brink, and then pulled back. That made the final time much better. By then she had wrapped herself completely around him, trying to merge their bodies. She gasped through her completion, lost in the wonder of it. She felt his completion, and unlike what she'd experienced with most guys, it seemed to last and last before he finally collapsed across her.

"What is it about us that makes us this way?" he asked when he'd caught his breath.

"I have no idea." She ran her fingers along his face and licked off the sweat. "Um, I like."

"We both need a shower."

"That means we'd have to separate. And right now I like you exactly where you are."

"Yeah, I don't want to move either." He kissed her cheek, sliding his hands under her shoulders to hold her. "Um, this might seem like an awkward question..."

"Yeah?"

"But do you live north or south of here."

Asking where somebody lived was one of the big no-no's at a party, and she hesitated.

"The reason I ask," he continued, "is that we live north of here. I won't tell you how far, but we have to drive for a while to get here." He chuckled. "I wouldn't want us to accidentally meet on the street. There's no telling what would happen."

She relaxed ever so slightly and brushed at his damp strands of hair. "Yeah, they'd probably require fire hoses to put out the blaze..."

"Don't forget the jaws of life to pry us apart."

"That too! Don't worry, I live south of here."

"Ah, good. That means the only place we would meet is here. Which suits me just fine, by the way. I'd hate to have to explain things to our kids and neighbors."

"... and the police, and the passers-by, and everybody else." He was getting rather heavy, so she touched him on the shoulder and indicated he should move. He did so, but rolled her over with him so she was still cradled against him.

After a bit when she just drifted in that nice little daze she sometimes got after a really good climax, Roxie, Vince's wife, came looking for him. She was wearing a white garter belt, white heels, and white stockings, and had a smile on her face.

"Oh, here's where you are," she said. She knelt and examined Vince's shoulder. "Hmm, a couple of bite marks, but no scratches. You're mellowing, Devlin."

Vince smiled at his wife. "I think I may have given her a hickey or two."

"Not where people would notice," Devlin said. She pushed herself upright, but only after dropping a thank-you kiss on Vince's cheek. "I'll see you guys later. I'm going to clean up."

She picked her way through the room, stepping around the writing bodies between her and the door. She paused in the hallway to try to push her hair into shape, and then gave up. It would have to wait until later. The line for the bathroom was longer than she wanted, so she made a brief stop in the downstairs shower. She wanted to rest, but the music was already going in the main room. Whatever itch she'd come here tonight with had certainly been scratched. But she could always do a little dancing, and after she cleaned up she stepped out onto the dance floor.

The people dancing were in all states of dress and undress. Most of the dances were slow, inviting body contact. She danced with a couple of guys, and spent some time with each of them on the mattresses next to the dance floor. One had been quick, but the other had wanted to spend some time with her.

He'd started off feasting on her breasts, and then licked her into an absolute frenzy. After she came down from that they tried it various ways, missionary with her ankles resting on his shoulders, doggie, and with her on top. They'd finally returned to him on top with her legs wrapped around him. When he finally came she was beat. She loved long sessions with a guy, but it took a lot out of her, too. She dropped a kiss on his chest as she got up. Her hair was even worse than before; somebody had lost control when he came, spraying half the people in the room.

The communal shower was fun. It was amazing how quickly she could wash her hair when there were three or four helpers. And afterwards she needed to clean up again, rinsing out her mouth from a blow-job, and doing a quick douche from where a friendly guy had helped her excitement while she was giving the blow-job. As she dried off she felt her tummy rumble. She hadn't eaten much since breakfast, and a couple of blow-jobs just weren't going to feed her. She decided to eat, and then find a place to sleep. She went back to the dressing room long enough to put on her panties and a robe before heading to the kitchen.

Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table, picking at a sandwich. "Hi there," Lisa said, looking up. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight." She was wearing a white satin push-up bra and matching panties.

"Not quite my last time," Devlin said, "but close. I should say the same thing about you. Or are there enough women for you."

Lisa looked around, and then leaned forward. "Don't tell people," she said, "but I'm not here just for the women."

Devlin made the connection at once. "You mean... ?"

"If word gets out, I'd be ostracized by the Lez community. They'll think I went over to the 'dark side'."

"Does Jo know you're coming here?"

"She thinks I'm here for the women. And I am, mostly. But there are these guys, and this thing that hangs down in front of their legs, and once in a while..."

"You discovered you like it."

"It's different than what I'm used to," Lisa said. "Jo's been getting these international flights, and she's gone for a week at a time, sometimes two weeks. She can't do much because the flight attendants room together, and she knows I've got much hotter blood than she does, so she knows I come here when she's gone."

"Why not with your friends?"

Lisa's laugh was harsh. "Not in the Lez Community. The stories would get around like a runaway fire, there would be a lot of hard feelings, and it would be nothing but an on-going headache for week after week. I don't know what other Lez communities are like, but this one is like high school, but a hundred times worse. No thank you! I'll take the lifestyle instead. Here people know how to keep quiet."

"Does Jo know you like boys now?"

"Sort of, but not really," Lisa said. "I've told her that I occasionally have to get the men off, but I let it go at that. I think she thinks I use my hands on them because one time she asked, and I'd given the guy a handjob. And anyway, there aren't that many men who get me excited. I'd much rather do it with their wives. The guys get excited watching us, and they'll go at it with their wives afterwards like two bunnies in heat."

Devlin nodded. "I've never understood why guys get excited by watching two women together, but they do. You don't know how many times Krissi and I have been approached about that at these parties."

"Do you do anything?"

"We'll do a pair of guys together, but we don't do each other with guys present. Oh, we'll fondle each other, and kiss each other's boobs, but usually not much more than that. Our time together is for us."

"I understand," Lisa nodded.

"Any guys in particular?" Devlin asked after a bit. She'd taken her chicken salad out of the refrigerator and eaten a few bites. "Or is that something you don't want to share?"

"Rick, Marie's husband. I still haven't taken his thing, but Lord, he knows what to do with his fingers and tongue! I'm afraid if he puts his thing in me it would rip me wide open."

Devlin smiled. "I know the feeling. I can take him, but there are days I'm not sure how."

"Of course spending time with him means I get time with Marie." Lisa looked down, color rising to her cheeks. "If I didn't have Jo, I'd go after Marie. She absolutely turns my insides to mush. And she's so sweet and gentle..." She sighed, staring blankly at the wall, a smile on her face. "The last time I was here I had the two of them together. That was something special."

"I've only concentrated on Rick," Devlin said.

"Yeah, you're wired that way. I'm not. Still, some day... some day I might try to take Rick's thing. It looks so long."

"I'll tell you a secret," Devlin said. "It isn't his length that turns me on, it's how thick it is. That's the way it is with most gals. Long is good, but only if they know how to use it. Width, though..." She smiled again and licked her lips.

"I thought it would be the other way around," Lisa said.

"It's the..." Devlin paused, studying her friend's face. Lisa's cheeks were turning a brighter red, and from the way she shredded her sandwich, she had to be uncomfortable with the conversation. But if she was going to have sex with men, she needed to learn some of this. Most women learned it for themselves, but Lisa didn't have the experience base for that, not if she'd spent most of high school lusting after other girls.

"Some guys are so big they hurt going in," Devlin said. "That isn't length, either, but width."

"Yeah, I can see that." Lisa sighed again and pulled another piece of sandwich from the plastic container she'd brought.

"Most gals I know think the best width for a dick is about the same as a D Cell battery. It's big enough to stretch you open a little, but no more than your natural elasticity can take."

"Wait a minute. I thought, you know, that if a girl can stretch to get a baby out, she can stretch enough to take a guy."

"Your vagina spends a lot of time dilating and getting ready for the passage of the baby," Devlin said. "At least that's what I understand. And it takes time after the baby is born for a girl to get back to 'normal'. A girl has some elasticity down there, and it seems as if smaller women have a bit more 'give' than taller or larger girls."

"So that's why Amnita can take guys who are so big."

"Well, that, and she's been taking them for some time. If you've stretched and taken a few, you can take more."

"Still, you've got to admit there's something impressive about a big one."

"You'll get some argument about that," Devlin said. "Some girls like 'em big, some like them slender so they can move around on them. In my case it depends upon my mood. And they don't do anybody any good if the guy doesn't know how to use it." She saw Lisa's expression. "I'll give you my ideas, okay? A guy with a long one should take his time; that long, slow thrust that takes forever. You don't think it'll ever end, you pray that it'll never end, and you' start worrying that he's going to hit your throat from the wrong end and choke you. Believe me, that's actually a delicious thought when you're caught up in the moment.

"The downside, of course, is that a guy with a long one will hit your cervix. That can hurt."

"You told me once that it didn't."

"There's a spot on my cervix; when guys touch it—not hit it—just sends me into orbit. Ideally he just brushes it. Most gals will say the same thing."

"Huh. I've never had that happen."

"If the guy's big," Devlin said, "don't do it doggie style. Guys can get really deep that way, and a guy with a long one is guaranteed to hit your cervix. One way to take a guy that big is to do it on your sides facing each other. He can't get that deep, but the advantage is that he has his hands free. You can hook your knee on his hips, too, which can help you pull yourself onto him. And when he thrusts, he rubs the top of your entrance, right where there are a lot of nerves."

"I'll have to try that," Lisa said. Her cheeks were bright red, and she was staring at the tabletop.

"When's Jo due back?"

Lisa seemed to relax, smiling as her eyes came up. "She's due in late Wednesday afternoon. And between you and me, I can't wait."

"Are you going to ravish her fair body?"

"Oh, that'll come later that night, especially after she ravishes mine. I bought a feather, and I can't wait to try it out on her. But before we get that far we'll just hold each other. That's what I'm looking forward to." Lisa put the remains of her sandwich in her plastic container and snapped the lid closed. "Well, this has been interesting, but I think I'll see what's happening down in the hot tub."

"Have fun," Devlin said. Lisa had given her a lot to think about. She wanted to talk some of it over with Krissi, but her friend was in Chicago for the second weekend in a row. She hoped things were working out with Steve. She'd have to quiz Krissi on Tuesday when they were supposed to have lunch.

She cleaned up her food and washed up. She was sleeping alone tonight, and she seriously considered leaving and finding a motel room. She was tired enough she was going to sleep soundly wherever she ended up. Evan wasn't pitching tonight—he'd pitched 5 innings of relief the night before and come away with a hold, whatever that was—but she might listen to the game anyway. The team was in Tampa Bay, and she wondered if his folks had come up for the games.

She wandered through the living room, watching the action. What had started as a game of 'Naked Twister' had ended up as a complicated mass of arms, legs, naked bodies, hard nipples, and harder cocks. There were couples going at it on the floor, the chairs, and the couch.

I must be getting jaded, she thought. I just walked through a room of couples fucking and sucking like mad, and it didn't do a thing for me. I've seen it all before, endlessly repeated. Maybe it's time I got out of the lifestyle just because of that.

She chuckled to herself. There were a lot of people who wouldn't believe her. They'd have seen all of that sex and been enthralled. The trouble was, a sex party just wasn't as exciting as it had once been. Been there, done that... and that... and that, too, and just about everything anyone could imagine. The only thing she hadn't tried was taking it up the butt, and she'd drawn the line at that. It didn't do a thing for her. She couldn't see the attraction.

A woman who looked vaguely familiar stopped her at the foot of the stairs. "Got a minute?" she asked.

"I was pretty much done for the night," Devlin said. She gestured down the short hall. "I was going to take a shower and go to bed."

"No, nothing like that," the woman said, a blush reddening her cheeks. "I had... this was our first time, and I wanted to... I had some questions, and I saw you earlier in the evening giving that man a blow-job, and I..."

Devlin took the woman's arm and returned to the kitchen. "The kitchen is sort of neutral ground," she said. "Have a seat, have a cup of coffee, and ask away. I'll try to answer what I can. No promises, though."

The woman poured them both a cup of coffee and sat across from Devlin. "This seems so mundane, especially with what's happening on the other side of that door. How can you compartmentalize things like that?"

"I don't," Devlin said, "not really. Like I said, this is an oasis, neutral ground. By common consent, there's no sex acts in here."

The woman nodded. "All right. You need a place where you can draw yourself back together. I'm Adrienne, by the way. My husband's Ken."

"Devlin."

Adrienne didn't seem to notice Devlin didn't mention her husband. Instead she plunged into her questions. "How long have you been doing this? Coming to these parties, I mean."

"A few years," Devlin said. "I took a break, a couple of years, when I didn't come here."