Chapter 69

No matter how much time they took to eat dinner, Devlin and Krissi got to Emma's about 5:00. Emma was still preparing things, and Devlin and Krissi helped as best they could. Vince and his wife Roxie showed up a few minutes later. Roxie immediately busied herself in the kitchen. Devlin had a devilish idea, and pulled Vince into the corner.

"Feel like some?" she asked, running her hands up his chest and pulling him against her.

"What!?"

"You know, the classic nooner. Let's go do it now before the others arrive."

"But..."

"Why not?"

"But... sure." He looked a little confused, but willingly followed her up the stairs.

Devlin began pulling off her clothes, letting them fall where they may. Vince had been going to fold up his shirt and pants, but caught her enthusiasm and dropped his clothes with hers.

Devlin pulled him down on one of the mattresses—the bed squeaked slightly and she didn't want to make noise—and kissed him feverishly. The upstairs rooms were cool—years before Tim had installed a high capacity air conditioner—but Vince's body was warm and solid against hers, and he returned her kisses, his hands wandering over her body.

"These feel so nice and warm," he said, squeezing her breasts.

"They've been confined in a hot brassiere all day," Devlin said. She stroked his hair, slicking it back and letting her hands trail across his shoulders. "I couldn't wait to set them free."

He dropped a quick suck on her nipples, making them stand right up. "And how are the girls?"

"Eager for all sorts of attention, just like I am."

He chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."

Devlin had felt his cock stiffening against her thighs. Now she squirmed around a little, trying to trap it against her sex. Vince felt that, and reached between them, guiding his length to the right place.

Devlin hissed when he pushed into her. He felt so big, and his intrusion was so sudden she felt like he was going to split her in half. It was funny, but she liked the feeling. Later in the evening she might be so wet and relaxed she might not feel much of the guy. But right now...

It took Vince two more thrusts before he had himself sheathed all the way in her. They grinned at each other from a few inches away, and then began moving.

"God, I needed this," Devlin said as she felt herself winding up. Her subconscious must have been dwelling on this all day. She felt... complete, but she felt hot, too. Her middle was burning up, and she knew what would put out the fire. But she didn't want him to finish just yet. She wanted this to continue.

When she felt him begin to move a little harder, she pushed him away. Before he could say anything, she got on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him. Vince moved into position, and it was like he was entering her for the first time all over again. His first thrust nearly drove her to the floor. And the ones that followed were just as hot. He was reaching so deep in her... he was touching every sensitive place inside her... he was filling her, way past bearing...

"Oh, God, I'm going to come," she gasped. She could feel all of the heat and tension drawing together. She inhaled sharply, her eyes closed as she rose, everything moving toward that one unbearable moment. She hung there as every nerve tensed, drawing it out until it was too much, and then releasing. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her, leaving her limp and adrift.

Vince didn't stop, and after a few seconds Devlin realized he was still moving, still thrusting. He was getting close again, and that set off a warning bell in her mind. She shook her head to clear the mustiness, and then pulled away.

This time he knew she was up to something. She turned and licked his cock, sucking up both of their juices. She could taste his pre-come fluids on his tip, and sucked those up as well. She sucked his balls; she felt him jerk at that. Finally she pushed him onto his back. She threw her leg over his hips, took his cock in hand, and sighed happily as she impaled herself.

He held her hips while she started moving. She bent over him, her hands by his shoulders. His mouth and lips homed in on her breasts, kissing, squeezing, and sucking. She rammed herself back on him repeatedly. Her whole body was on fire. His cock felt like it was going right through her, and what he was doing to her breasts...

"Are you going to come again?" he asked after drawing her nipples out into long, aching pink spikes.

"I... I think so... hope so."

He began to buck up into her, matching his thrusts to hers. At the same time he pinched her nipples with his lips, harder than before. It was like a jolt of feeling shot from his fingers to her womb. It was too much, and she exploded a second time, gasping and moaning her way through the climax.

Vince didn't wait. He rolled her onto her back and plunged back in. It felt like a lance of fire had pierced right through her, and it set her off again. She clung to him as her body soared. Everything vanished in a long pulse of pure feeling. She felt his body speed up, and then tense, jerking slightly. She felt a feathery touch deep inside her

Coming. The word rattled around in her brain. I'm... we're both... coming. That was her last coherent thought as everything squeezed together, and she was swept away yet again.

She smiled as she drifted back down, secure in his arms. She was going to miss Vince, but oh what a parting gift. They caught their breath, and traded little kisses as they relaxed. All too soon it was time to part. The party was going to be starting in a few minutes, and they were both supposed to be there, circulating.

Vince got off the mattress and began sorting through their clothes. Devlin stopped him as he started dressing, taking the time to lick his cock clean. By the time she finished it had started stiffening again, but she tucked him into his shorts.

"Save it for somebody else," she said, giving his thighs a pat.

"You don't want it?" He managed to sound hurt.

"Oh, I do, but it's so good I want some other woman to enjoy it, too." She looked at her underwear. She was going to be changing in a few minutes, so there was no need for it. She pulled on her jeans and tee-shirt.

"Ready?" he asked.

She laughed. "Now that makes it sound like a quickie at lunch."

"It does, doesn't it," he chuckled. "Shall we join the party?"

"You go ahead. I need to take a potty break."

He waved and left the room. She headed for the basement. A quick shower rinsed away everything, and in minutes she was more or less dressed and back up in the changing room.

The room was crowded. Unlike Friday nights, everyone on Saturday wore something slinky and revealing. Teddies seemed to be popular tonight, but so did thongs and halters that revealed more than they hid. Krissi was there, nearly finished dressing. She was wearing a white bustier, white panties, white stockings, and white sandals.

"If we hadn't had to change in the same room," she said when Devlin commented on the bustier, "this is what I'd have had on under that hideous pink thing I had to wear at the wedding today."

"That would have raised a few eyebrows."

"Everyone in the family thinks I'm nice and sweet," Krissi said. "I don't want to dispel that illusion." She turned to study herself in the mirror. "Hmm, my panties are wrong." She tugged at them until they showed the crease between the lips of her sex. "That's more like it."

She turned her head. "What are you wearing, Devlin?"

Devlin held up a black thong and a demi-cup bra. "This."

"I thought you were going to wear your chemise."

"I wanted something expendable and easy to get out of."

Krissi laughed. "That's the spirit."

Devlin stripped and pulled on the thong. It was small enough it just barely covered the essentials. Her bra was another story. It lifted, it separated, it supported, but it didn't cover. She tweaked her nipples until they stood out. Satisfied with that, she tied her hair back, and slipped on a pair of sandals. Vince had warmed her up, and now she felt ready for the evening.

On Friday night people stood around talking, while a few adventurous souls would move on to the bedrooms. This was Saturday night, and Devlin had to step around a couple on the couch. The woman was kneeling between the guy's legs, licking and sucking him. Two women were standing with their arms around each other. Each had a dildo inserted, and from the look on both of their faces, interesting things were happening.

The rule on Saturday night, at least until 7:00, was no total nudity. Men had to keep their cocks in their shorts, and while women could bare their breasts, and most did, they had to keep their sex covered... unless somebody was fondling or licking it. People sipped punch, flirted, fondled, and generally did those things they'd wanted to do since their first high school dance, but had been told they couldn't.

"Nice pair," a man said, handing Devlin a glass of apple cider. He was only wearing a loincloth, and it moved suggestively when he walked.

"And they're natural," a woman standing next to him said. She was wearing a halter and a micro-miniskirt, and kept moving as a man behind her felt her up.

"How do you know?" the man asked.

The woman smirked. "I asked her. Plus, I bought some bras from her. I didn't expect to see you here," she said to Devlin.

"I've been coming here for a while," Devlin said. The man kept looking at her breasts, his hands hesitant in front of him. "Oh, for heaven's sake!" Devlin took his hands and put them on her breasts. "There."

"Much better," he said. "Nice and warm."

A woman near them made a noise. She was one of the pair who'd had the dildos inserted. Now somebody had his hands between her legs and was moving them. The woman had her arm around his shoulders and was moaning each time he pushed it in. As everyone watched she began to breathe harder, and then she stopped. A flush stole across her tummy. She gasped and pulled away from him. She removed the dildo, breathing hard, and then turned and kissed him.

"That would have loosened up the last cocktail party we went to," the woman said quietly.

Devlin ran her hand under the man's loincloth. He was half-hard. She fondled his balls while giving him an innocent smile. "I think it's having a predictable effect."

"This'll have more," the man said, and slid his hands over her ass. "Um, I like."

There was a lot more intimate groping going on, and as they watched, at least two couples left for the upstairs. Another woman pushed a guy onto the couch, liberated his cock from beneath his clothes, and began sucking him.

"May I?" Devlin asked the couple she was with.

The woman smiled. "Go ahead." She clearly had her eye on someone else.

Devlin took the guy by his cock and led him over to the only open place on the couch. He sat down. She squatted between his legs and began licking his balls.

His balls moved around in their little sack, and she isolated and sucked them one at a time. She had hold of his cock—it was growing—but she made no move to directly stimulate him. She used her tongue to tease the skin between his balls and ass, then, finally, moved up to the base of his cock.

She pushed it to one side and buried her face against his pubic hair. He smelled fresh and clean, with just a hint of maleness. She nibbled the base of his cock, and slowly worked her way up, one little kiss at a time, moving all around his cock, getting the vein on the underside and the dark pink skin on top, with frequent trips back to his balls.

Only when her lips engulfed the crown of his cock did she start stroking him with her hand. After a few tentative sucks, she pressed her hand down against his tummy and took him entirely within her mouth. He poked the top of her throat, so she moved to one side, letting him press against her cheeks. She felt him try to move, so she held him with her hand while she kissed all the way to the base of his cock.

His hands groped at her breasts. She undid the clasp on her bra and tossed it to one side. She liked the feel of her mounds against his legs, and smiled when he tried to contain them with his hands. His hands were a little rough, and it sent little sparks through her as he rubbed her nipples.

She resumed sucking. Her hands were on the outside of his hips, sliding over his body. She could taste the first drops of pre-come fluid from his tip, and she realized she didn't want to swallow him.

"I didn't come here to give blow-jobs," she said, straightening up. "My turn on the couch."

"Works for me," he chuckled, and got up. His cock stuck straight out from his body, his loincloth hanging to one side. Devlin took his place on the couch, her legs open in invitation.

"Decisions, decisions," he said as he knelt in front of her. After a moment he began licking the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Devlin caught her breath. "Yesssss," she finally got out. It wasn't quite as intimate as she wanted, but it was still sexy enough.

His tongue lingered on her thighs for just a few seconds before diving in. She felt him tug the crotch of her thong to one side, and then he slid his tongue up her in one glorious lick, ending with just a touch on the tip of her clit. She shivered at the feeling. She wanted more, and tried to push herself up on his face. He pushed back, and sucked on her bud.

Devlin clutched her breasts as her insides quaked. She felt movement beside her; it was the man's wife moving in next to her as a man kissed his way up her legs. Her hand found Devlin's, and she squeezed as the man zeroed in on her clit.

Devlin squeezed back. The guy between her legs was lapping at the foreskin over her clit. Every touch seemed to light a fire inside her. She wanted more, but that could wait until later. She looked down at him through pleasure-hazed eyes, watching him move back and forth as he worked over her clit.

He must have wanted more. He pulled back, and she saw the head of his cock appear over her tummy as he moved into position. She caught her breath, anticipating the feel, and then let it out in a soft moan as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. She moaned again as he slid down to her entrance and pushed.

"God, yes," she gasped as she felt herself open for him.

He pushed, withdrew, pushed again even deeper, withdrew once more until just his tip was in her, and then thrust, reach all the way in her. She threw her head back. She could feel his balls nudge her bottom. Her pubic hair was entwined with his, and her legs moved instinctively to hold him.

After a pause while he contained his own urgency—she didn't help by squeezing him with her muscles—he began to move. He braced himself on his arms, gathering her knees so he could hold her open. She felt totally open to him. He smiled down at her, and then began to move.

She tried to move against him, and found she couldn't. All she could do was squeeze him every time he thrust. It made him feel bigger, and she could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. She ran her hands up his arms, squeezing in time to his thrusts.

The heat in her middle hadn't diminished. If anything, it was greater. He was sliding into her, scraping every nerve, sending jolts of heat deep into her. She'd closed her eyes, concentrating on her middle. She thought she would burn up, or at least set him on fire. For a delirious moment she wondered about spontaneous human combustion. They'd find her burned out husk on the end of the couch.

He began to thrust in different direction, opening her even more. She gasped, knowing this was too much. She could feel herself rising, trembling on the brink. He thrust again and again, pushing her until she couldn't hold it back.

She came in one wave after another, clamping down on him repeatedly, trying to milk his cock. She felt him groan, gasp something, and come. Together they swept off on a wild ride of emotions and feeling.

She finally came down. He was slumped partly across her, breathing hard. She pulled him down for a kiss, wanting to taste his mouth.

His wife gave a wordless cry and arched, her eyes closed, her mouth open. The man who was thrusting into her grunted, moving quickly. After a few seconds he slowed, and the two grinned at each other foolishly while they tried to catch their breath.

After a minute the man with Devlin pulled back. She felt empty, but his cock was going limp. She felt his come slipping onto her bottom and knew she should clean up, but at the moment she was feeling absolutely wanton, and she'd just seen a familiar pair of faces. It was the twins. They and their wives had just walked into the living room, and were looking around.

Their wives were dressed in super short miniskirts that made them look like Japanese schoolgirls. From her position Devlin could see right up their skirts. Their shaved pussies were hidden at the moment, but they'd be a delightful surprise for whoever they got with.

The two guys were dressed in identical black pants. They were shirtless, and she zeroed in on their male nipples. She rose from the couch and bent slightly to lick them.

"It's Devlin," one of them said. "And I think I know what she wants."

"Both of you," she said, "at the same time." Her hand fumbled at his pants, unfastening them, pushing them down, and trying to pull him on top of her.

For a few confusing moments she didn't know who was doing what, but by the time it settled out, she had a pillow under her head. One of the twins was giving her his cock to suck. The other was pushing into her. He wasn't very hard, but that didn't seem to matter.

Somewhere in the back of her head she heard the word 'foreplay'. She wasn't interested in that, not tonight. She wanted it hard, she wanted it now, and she wanted as much of it as she could take. And as his belly bumped hers, as his balls slid across her bottom, as he reached as far into her as he could, she smiled. The Twins. Double your pleasure, double your fun.

He must have been primed and ready. His cock stiffened out, wreaking suitable havoc as it did so. His brother's cock did the same, and she rubbed it over her face and breasts. This was what she wanted, and she tried to immerse herself in male cock.

Somewhere she found another cock. She grabbed it, squeezing it gently. She caught a glimpse; the man was eating someone on the couch. She'd be neighborly and keep him hard for the woman.

She lost herself in the feeling of cock all around her. It didn't stop when the first of the twins came. His brother didn't waste any time. He pushed into her the moment his brother slipped back. Devlin concentrated on him, feeling his urgency from the way he moved, and trying to be there for him at the same time. His face was a mask of lust as he gazed down at her.

She was close, but from the way he was moving, she knew he was going to finish first. She held him as he tensed, his cock battering wildly at her pussy with short, sharp strokes. Then he finally came, his body jerking as he poured his cream into her.

Ordinarily the other twin would be ready for a second round, but Devlin saw him involved with someone else. She was wound up, but not unbearably so. She could hear the noises around her. Everyone was going at it. Everywhere she looked she could see hard cocks impaling mouths and pussies. The room was filled with the smell of wet pussies and spilled semen.

She crawled to one side. Her bottom felt a little tender, probably from a case of rug rash. She could feel wetness on her bottom and legs. She hadn't really cleaned up, and she should do the hygienic thing. She didn't want to, she wanted another man, but she finally decided to do the responsible thing.

Somewhere she'd lost her thong and bra. She decided not to look for them. They might show up in the morning. Right now they'd just be a hindrance. Instead she got to her feet. She stepped over several writhing bodies before making it to the door to the hall. She could feel something on her face. Somewhere in all of that, somebody had come on her face. She probably had it in her hair, too, but she didn't care.

A quick pee, a brief shower to rinse away the mess on her legs, a quick douche, and she was ready to find another guy. She looked in the living room, but didn't see any spare cocks. It was too early to go upstairs, so she tried the basement instead.

In one corner was a game of naked twister. Couples were entwined around each other, and as she watched one couple decided there'd been too much temptation. They retired to the mattresses to work out their tension. There was dancing in the middle, nice slow dances with couples rubbing up against each other, with predictable results. She'd done that a few times, but right now she didn't feel like dancing.

In the far corner was a game somebody had simply dubbed Couples. A man stretched out on his back, and the woman sucked him to completion. Then they reversed, and he ate her until she came. Ernie, someone she hadn't seen here in months, was the judge. He had something he slid into the woman's vagina so he could tell when she came.

"Got any spare guys?" Devlin asked.

Ernie grinned. "Yeah, as a matter of fact." He raised his voice. "Hey, Dale! Come over here."

A guy detached himself from the Naked Twister game. He was tall, with a nicely developed chest. His cock was a dark contrast to the white skin around his loins. It flopped back and forth against his legs, and she was briefly mesmerized by it.

"Dale, this is Devlin," Ernie said. "She wants to take part."

One of the couples turned over. Devlin could see the man's come on the woman's face as he settled in between her legs. He began licking, and she smiled.

"We'll have to wait for the next game," Ernie said. "That shouldn't be too long."

Ernie nodded. "Want to dance?"

She didn't really want to, but they had to do something, so she nodded. She stepped into his arms, and they moved slowly to the music. She pressed herself against him, and ran her hands up his back. He was nice and firm, and really didn't think he had that much body fat. His cock—she could feel it pressing against her leg—was growing. She shifted so it pressed against her tummy. This could be an interesting game.

It took two songs before the people in the game finished. They retired to the mattresses to take care of the erections the second half of the game caused. Devlin smiled. Everybody came away a winner. This was a game she could enjoy.

Ernie ran through the rules quickly, and inserted something in Devlin. It felt like a tampon going in, and was about as snug. Dale made himself comfortable, and when Ernie indicated, she started working over Dale's cock. Devlin knew that some women claimed they could bring a guy off in less than a minute just by sucking. She doubted that. It was her experience that guys were a little more complex than that, and needed a little preparation, despite what a lot of women believed.

She straddled his legs and took him between her breasts. She could feel Dale tense up right away. She licked his tip every chance she could. She could taste his come, and dug her tongue into his dark hole, seeking more.

He must not have told him how far along he was. He came suddenly, spraying his come across her breasts and face. She licked him until his spurts gave out, and then rolled over. After a few seconds he dove between her legs.

Under the rules she couldn't help him. Besides, there didn't seem to be any room between his mouth and her sex. Instead she scooped up as much of his come as she could, licking it off her fingers like she would a lollipop.

Eventually she came. Ernie proclaimed them the winners, but she handed him his sensor and otherwise ignored him. Dale was nearly hard, and after a few preliminary sucks, she led him to the nearest mattress. She groaned as he slid in. This felt a lot better than his tongue.

She was still wound up, and came within a minute. Dale paused as he felt her contractions, then redoubled his efforts. He was still recovering from his last climax, so it took him several wonderful minutes before he flooded her spasming pussy with his come.

They cuddled for a few minutes, but finally had to part. When they did, Ernie sought her out. He didn't have anyone else to play his game. She tried to remember what he liked, but except for looking up a woman's skirt, nothing came to mind. That was all right, he rubbed his cock all over her breasts, tummy and legs before finally settling in between her legs. She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply as he pushed home.

Ernie was a nice, satisfying guy. He was attentive to her needs, and she realized he really liked feeling her climax. After two of them, he finally sought his own. His eyes scrunched up and his whole body shook when he did. He finally collapsed across her, weakly kissing her breasts.

She held him. She felt a little tender, and needed a break. Ernie kept kissing her breasts, not with the urgency most guys showed, but as if he was appreciating them. She liked that, and kissed the top of his head to let him know.

Eventually they parted. "Thank you," Ernie said. "Most women don't seem to want to have sex with me."

"Oh? Why?"

"I'm kind of nerdy, and I don't have a big cock."

"You should bring some of your toys," she said. She sighed and kissed him fondly. "If you give it a chance, I think things will improve."

"Really?" He looked thoughtful. "I—I'll have to try that."

She gently untangled herself. "Why don't you? Now if you'll excuse me, I feel the need to clean up."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I should, too."

Devlin made her way to the hot tub. As she'd hoped, there was room for her. She slid into the warm water, giving the other women there a token smile.

"Feels good, doesn't it," one woman said.

"I've been busy," Devlin replied. "I need to restore the flesh."

The women chuckled. One of them levered herself out of the tub and got a towel. "I'd stay, but..."

"I wonder if men get as sore as we do?" another woman asked as the woman with the towel left. "My husband says he doesn't, but I can't tell."

"I figure they can't get it up right away, so they can't tell," Devlin said. "I could be wrong, though."

"Be an interesting experiment to conduct," the woman said. She settled into the water a little more and closed her eyes. "Ah."

Devlin relaxed. She felt tired, but not enough to call it a night. There were still things she wanted to do, and guys she wanted to do it with. After the other women had left, being replaced by others who wanted to relax a little, she got out, dried herself off, and went upstairs to the kitchen.

Piper was there, eating some fruit. She knew Piper and her husband weren't going to stay the night, so she asked her where her husband was. They also partied as a pair, but Devlin also knew she was the exception.

"He was upstairs the last time I saw him," Piper said. She glanced at the clock: 10:15. "Looking to end the evening with him?"

"Yeah, I was hoping." Devlin moved closer. "I'll tell you a secret. Tonight's my last night here."

"Oh? Moving away?"

"Not really. I'm pretty sure my boyfriend is going to ask me to marry him, and he's not in the lifestyle. And if he isn't, I don't think it's right that I should be."

"That's Evan, isn't it?"

"Uh huh. Did I tell you?"

"Girl, practically all of the regulars know about you and Evan. So you think he's finally going to pop the question."

"His team's playing the White Sox starting on Monday, and he's repeatedly asked if I'll be coming up to see the games. And a few weeks ago the wife of his roommate on the team asked me what my ring size was."

"Yeah, sounds like a proposal coming up. And so you're not going to participate if he asks you to marry him?"

"It wouldn't seem right."

Piper nodded. "I can see that. I'll—" Whatever she was going to say was lost as a dark-haired woman limped into the kitchen.

"Can you help me?" The woman sat down and began massaging her right calf. Her foot was pointing straight with her leg, but twisted to one side, too. "I got a charlie horse, and I can barely stand it."

"What happened?" Devlin asked. She knelt by the woman's leg. It felt as hard as a rock.

"I was with this guy, and I think I tensed my muscles... you know, pulling on him... and I cramped up. It happens from time to time. One of the joys of being a diabetic."

"What can we do?" Piper asked. "Would a drink help?"

"Maybe. Whatever it is, no sugar."

Piper handed her a glass of ice water while Devlin massaged the leg. The woman drank several glasses before trying to stand. As she put weight on the leg, her foot began to bend at the ankle. When it finally was flat on the floor, the woman sighed and sat down.

"Real mood destroyer."

"I bet." Devlin returned to her chair. "Does that happen often?"

"Just often enough to be inconvenient. I'd tested my sugar levels myself before things got underway this evening, and I'd taken my insulin, so I thought I'd be all right." She got to her feet, limping slightly. "Be back in a moment."