A Continuing Education Convention

CHAPTER 1: the introductions

Its January and I’m attending a seminar at my favorite ski resort. I’ve come alone, but will be with a large group of other professionals: stockbrokers, CPA’s, lawyers, senior executives, the whole “who’s who”. The mornings here begin early, allowing us to “get the education out-of-the-way” and enjoy the warmer afternoon temperatures for some glorious skiing. This is one of those perfect afternoons! Its about 30 degrees, a low wind, partly cloudy blue sky, and perfect packed powder. I can’t remember when I ever skied better. I’m gliding down the steeps with the speed and grace I used to know only on the blues. I hate skiing alone, but, who’s really alone when surrounded by magnificent mountains such as these!

I come to a stop and am standing alone above a relatively steep slope with a challenging but neat looking double fall line. In a moment, I’m joined by three men who recognize me from the seminar. (How they know me with my ski outfit on, I’ll never know) but it felt good to be noticed. Truthfully, I never felt better: my weight is just right, I am strong, in great shape, and my outfit outlines me just right. They introduced themselves: Bill, John and Neil. As I soon discovered, they were just as in love with skiing as I, and their passion showed on the slopes.

Neil was the oldest, maybe five or ten years older than me and, although soft spoken and considerate, he was obviously the leader type and commanded respect just by being there. John is just about my age; a big guy, not overweight, just strong and quite handsome…with a great voice. Bill is the youngster of the group: young to mid 20ish, about 5′ 8″, and not much more that 150 lbs. Lean and virile looking with just a headband around his slightly curly hair, this guy is a real cutie! I had a great a day and received several compliments.

At first I thought they were just patronizing me, but then I realized that they were really impressed by my ability as well as my desire to try anything reasonable on the slopes. They really were surprised that a smaller woman like me (I’m 40, blond hair, 5’4″, 124 lbs, 34C – for those of you who are trying to picture me), could ski so well and be so versatile on the slopes.

After our last run, we retreated to the base lodge for a couple drinks and a little singing. On our empty stomachs, the drinks really started to hit us, so we decided that it was time to stop partying; why risk a great working vacation! The three of them talked quietly amongst themselves for a moment and, to my pleasure and surprise, asked me to join them for dinner. I must have hesitated momentarily because John, the connoisseur of the group, offered dinner as their (or his) treat. How could I refuse! When we discussed a time and meeting point, we learned that we were staying in the same townhouse condominium complex, just a couple hundred yards or so away from each other. We agreed that Neil would pick us all up and we’d go to a nice restaurant.

I quickly bathed myself in nice bath oils, and fixed my hair and makeup. I looked more like I was going to a dance than to dinner in a ski resort area. The best outfit I had with me lined my figure just right, and the pearls were the perfect accent. When they picked me up in Neil’s luxury SUV, I was doubly pleased to see that they too had dressed nicely for our “outing”. The dinner, as I had learned to expect, was nothing short of superb. Appetizer, soup, filet mignon, desert, champagne. Finished, and not even eight o’clock yet. What a pity!

On the way home (to the condos), John invited us all over to his townhouse, making us aware that he rented one of the units with an outdoor hot tub. What good that now, my swimsuit was back at my condo, and I certainly wasn’t going au natural with three strangers…but the thought did make me tingle a little.

CHAPTER 2: the condo and the game

The night had become so cold, so quickly, that when we opened the door to John’s condo, it was like transporting ourselves into the tropics, but with the outside benefit of snow and winter. As we hung up our coats and began to relax, John started a fire and pointed out the location of the bar and snacks. I found the Warren Miller videos and punched up the VCR and stereo (yes, this was in the 1990s). As Neil mixed and Bill served, I rested back in a lounge chair. What more could a woman want! The low fire light, cool drinks, nice company and good casual conversation which drifted our minds to tomorrow’s skiing. At least that what we said we were thinking about. It wasn’t long however, until the hot tub was suggested. (Now they knew I didn’t have a bathing suit with me. Was I getting myself into something, or was one of them planning to get into me?) This is a really nice group of guys and they’ve shown a lot of respect. Moreover, I really do look pretty good tonight, and, I probably would be a little disappointed if they didn’t at least try…politely.




I rather quickly refused the suggested dip. One of the men backed me up in a gentlemanly fashion so as to not embarrass me or make me feel overly prudish. Everyone accepted my decline respectfully, so we settled down to another drink and some cheese, deciding to play some cards. Almost as expected, Bill, somewhat half jokingly, suggested that we play poker for something other than money or chips. The alcohol must have begun working because John and Neil seemed to think it wasn’t a bad idea either, although neither gave a strong: “Here! Here!” Neil just looked at me with those piercing eyes as if to hypnotically tell me to play. I thought his eyes might be undressing me and I began to feel naked…and delirious. I refused the suggestion, explaining the unfairness of it all. A friendly, fun oriented debate ensued about what’s fair and what’s not fair. A mixture of joking, flirting and slightly off color innuendos, but no pressure, just a lot of fun.

We settled on playing pitch with the stakes being lunchtime drinks tomorrow on the slopes. Neil, John and I won drinks from Bill and I get a free lunch from John (I could listen to him talk for hours). Someone suggested that we add a little excitement to our game.




Not necessarily clothing, but control…total control. I perked up again, I’d been running a winning streak and had three chances of winning here. Everyone was showing excitement and interest as we talked about the rules and the stakes. Total control, slavery for the evening: would I love to see Bill’s young, lean body dancing just for me…talk about total control! Or John and Neil could … (I mustn’t let my mind run to wild, control yourself Mary). Nevertheless, my apprehension got the best of me until Neil suggested a unique approach.

If any of the men lost, I was the master: total control, anything goes for 24 hours. They’d be my slaves, as a group or individually. If I lost however, they have total control and the winner directs; we all agreed on no physical harm and an uncle call would be immediately honored. I could stop anything at any time. Each of the three pledged themselves to honor the agreement. I have no doubts as to their integrity and sincerity. But I couldn’t see how I could lose…a 3 out of 4 chance of winning, and a winning streak going to boot.

A chance which was totally blown when Neil bid four, made his bid, and won the game in the next hand. What will he do? I was getting warm and moist already.

CHAPTER 3: do I pay off

Dressed in my silken button down blouse, pearls and designer slacks, I was escorted back into the living room. The lights were dimmed, but the glow of the fire provided most of the light, bathing me and them in a warm hue of reddish-gold. By the fireplace, I was made to stand in front of Bill and John as Neil walked around me. He touched my hair lightly, my face, my throat, the nape of my neck, and my upper chest in the middle of my slightly unbuttoned ‘V” neck. He reminded me of our game and my commitment. He kept telling me how pretty I looked and how much he and the others would enjoy looking at me, caressing me, and pleasing me. These men were such gentlemen.




We all knew what was in each of our minds. Mr. Virility and Mr. Strength (Bill and John), whose pants had already begun to show bulges, were looking down half of the time so as to not embarrass me. Neil, for all his class and poise, was doing everything to hide the shaking in his hands and voice as he touched and talked to me. This game that we had all joked about was actually beginning to take place. Despite our commitment to each other, they were asking, in a veiled way, “Is it OK to continue this, Mary?”

I don’t know? My lips are trembling, can they see that? Can they read my thoughts. I made a commitment; I have no doubt they would have kept theirs. I shouldn’t go through with this…even though I think I want to; I know I want to. I’m only as good as my word; I played the game and lost. The rest is up to them and their honor, right? If I refuse now, what will they think. I need to give them an answer. When Neil’s finger touched my quivering lips, my answer slipped out with my tongue as it touched his finger. I was giving the answer that none of us were sure would be given.

Neil’s response came when his hand gently closed my eyes and he held my head in one hand, and encircled my waist, from the front, with his other hand. As I felt his warm and trembling hand through the thin silk fabric of my blouse, I was oblivious to being watched by the others as he kissed my lips. His parted lips, were so warm and so moist, it made me open my mouth to invite him to taste me. Taste my tongue, my cheeks, my whole mouth. I taste his mouth as his hand slides down from my head to my back, sending cold chills through my whole body. Delicious!




I felt his left hand move from my waist to my hand and then up my arm. It flows from my shoulder to my neck. Now its moving down my chest. I don’t feel it any more. I’m lost in our kiss. Then I realized that he had begun unbuttoning my blouse and I remembered where I was; I was his (their) subject, I am being watched. Should I open my eyes?

CHAPTER 4: my unveiling

Warm and cool air flowed over the front of me. My blouse must be completely open now. I felt his hands slipping my blouse over my shoulders while he is commenting on how beautiful my skin was, and how firm and young my figure is. He ran his fingers along the outline of my bra, across the top of my chest, then gently down through my cleavage and, while holding the undercups of my bra, lifted my breasts. I could feel my nipples hardening. I know they must be showing through my bra. Then he stands behind me, both hands placed on my shoulders and caressing down the front of me. He touches me in all the “safe” places. But I realize: I am on display. I know what is happening to him as he pulls me close to him and I feel is hardness pressing on my back and rear. I open my eyes slightly and see the two other men, now bare chested with slacks that can hardly contain them. As their hardness pressed against their pants, my breasts swelled and pushed against my exposed bra. It’s barely covering me now from the swelling, my heavy breathing, and his gentle lifting. His hands then brushed against my covered nipples with open palms and then pushed both cups up from under my breasts. I am so aware of how they are being pushed up and out. There is no doubt in my mind that almost every detail about my nipples – my private beauty – was known to them now.




Then, as if on que, his fingers caressed my bra line, invaded my cups, and pulled them both down exposing my breasts completely, including my nipples … complete exposure. I peaked through my eyelids and noticed that my normally light pinkish tan nipples were now the darkest purple, and so erect and so hard that they were actually hurting. How erotic some pain can be! I wasn’t alone in my pleasure: Bill and John were touching themselves; Bill somewhat obviously through his pants, John, with his hand in his pocket. But it’s the pressure of Neil’s still covered penis pushing against my back side that sends thrills of anticipation through me. (It is so very exciting to know, that at 40, I can cause such reactions in these men.) With my breasts now exposed, he took my rock hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them very gently, pulling them outward and embarrassing me by telling the others how hard they were. Then his palms touched them as they caressed my breasts and nipples together. It was such a pleasant sensation, the tingling went all the way down. I couldn’t avoid squirming until, strongly and unexpectedly, he commanded me, ” Be still!”

As I closed my eyes again, he suggested to the others that they come forward and sample my pulchritude. For the first time in my life I felt four, then six hands touching me all at once. I remember distinctly when someone put his hand on my covered thigh and moved it up to my crotch. With that, Neil (I think it was Neil), invited the other two to finish undressing me. I felt his hands on my back unfastening my bra while my slacks were being unbuttoned. One of them removes my shoes, my bra drops to the floor. (My upper body is now totally naked and exposed except for my pearls.) My slacks are open and being slipped down over my hips and thighs. It’s happening; I am being stripped. I am being controlled and will be totally naked, except for my pearls, in front of them. In front of who? I hardly know these men? What if they have a camera? No, I would hear it, wouldn’t I? I know I can trust them, I think? Now I feel them, hands and fingers moving down my legs, completing my undressing; hands on my shoulders and breasts, and another pair following the inside of my thighs up toward my most private and personal place. I now feel a finger moving under my panty leg opening, caressing the valley near my hip, between my tummy and thigh. His voice sounds strong and dirty as he slips his fingers out again. He runs the edge of his finger against my panty covered crotch and tells the others that I am “creaming through my panties.” Oddly, I loved this sense of humiliation, this sense of display. I know I’m arousing them also.

I heard quiet talk as they moved away for a moment. Finally they spoke, asking me – no, telling me gently to take off my panties. “Very slowly, so we can see every beautiful inch of you revealed.” They stood around me in a circle, each from a different angle, and explained, each in his own way, how I looked; every detail of my body was spoken … and how beautiful I was. When I began moving my panties down over my hips, then down to my bare mound, each of them began removing their dress slacks in front of me. I needed no more imagination now! Each one had different underwear on: jockey shorts, boxers and silk underwear. The boxers held back nothing, and Bill was a little embarrassed as he burst forth right out of his fly.

The red silk briefs barely held back Neil, who was already leaving little to my imagination as he partially extended out and over his waistband. John’s jockey shorts were barely more useful than Neil’s silks. But as for me, my silk panties were now fully below my mons and ‘V’ and finally below my knees. I have to bend over now to remove them. With the three of them still encircling me, I bent over and lifted my right leg out first, feeling lubrication at the slight separation of my thighs as I did so.

As I removed the panties from my left leg, I lost my balance. John and Neil quickly catch me, and I feel their hot hardness touch my side and rear as they keep me from falling. They go to extremes to make certain I am OK. Their closeness now becomes a passionate kissing on my mouth and back of my neck. Their four hands, two in front, two in back, are gliding over me, awakening nerve centers I didn’t know existed. Then! “Stand here, in front of us, and turn slowly, so beautiful, but still too covered.” Neil says, “As beautiful as the pearls are, and how lovely they accent you, I would like to see you completely and totally naked. May I?” as he begins removing my necklace. I encourage him to do it. “Please, keep turning for us.” They move very close to me and are carefully looking at every inch of me. I know exactly how the slave girl in my fantasies felt as she was put on display on the auction block. The only difference being, my hands are free, hers were wrist tied above her head.

After standing there on display, for what seemed to be an eternity, I opened my eyes and looked deep into each of theirs. Neil’s penetrating eyes told me things he wanted to do that almost made me shutter. John’s eyes, so gentle and loving, were tasting every inch of my naked flesh, all exposed to him right now. Young Bill’s eyes were large and almost gaping as he took in the sight of me before him. And what a sight it was. When I’m excited my nether lips separate wide, exposing what I know was my protruding clit and open inner lips. I was dripping and the perfumed aroma of my sex filled the room. My breasts were as swollen and firm as ever with my quarter sized Arellano swollen and surrounding my hard finger tip sized pointing nipples. They came closer to me, almost as if choreographed. My eyes were wanton pools giving them permission to fondle and please me in any manner they desired. John’s hands went around my waist from the back, firmly but gently pinning my arms to my sides. I felt Neil’s cock between my ass cheeks. Then, he masterfully pulled away his pelvis, directing the head and top of his penis down the crack in my rear and nestling it firmly between my thighs. His gentle rocking causes a sensation on my vaginal lips that opened even more and opening my flood gates to such an extent that I felt my juices begin to run down my thighs. His cock must be covered with me by now. I hope, I know, he likes the feeling so very much. As he bends my head back to taste the inside of my mouth, I feel one hand on my thigh, and one above my pussy, on my mound.

His hand teases the creases between my legs and hips, my ‘key-hole’ just above my clit, an then rubs over the top of my mons without directly touching me … there. The hand on my thigh can move no higher, it pushes John’s cock against my outer lips, separating them until I feel the length of that hard shaft laying across the length of my vagina. His hands move higher over John’s cock. His middle and index finger (I think) caresses my upper lips. Both hands now, Bill’s and Neil’s, are converging toward the same spot. Two fingers open me at the top, opening my hood and fully exposing me to the fullest – if anymore is even possible. I almost know how a man feels when standing naked with an erection. My clit is so swollen and feels so free. While gently held open, a finger…I think its Neil’s, lubricates itself from my inside, then follows the inside of my cunt all the way up until he strokes my clit. Lips descend from my face to my neck to my shoulders. It’s happening now, my bare breasts are being taken, being inhaled. The pulling, the sucking, both at the same time. My breasts are completely inside both their mouths. I’ve dreamed of it, fantasized of it, its too incredible to imagine. Both breasts, both nipples, sucked and tongued; a little nip of pain squeezes on my nipple…so delightful: I get more feeling between my legs. What’s causing this intense extra pleasure? Is it the direct petting of my clit or the indirect sensation coming from my nipples? Who cares!

Then instantly, as if for torture, someone reads my passion and they stop everything. I can barely stand up anymore. “Don’t stop! Please!” I cry out.

Seeing my weakness, the three of them place there hands variously on my back and legs, lift me to a prone position, and lay me on the floor. I sink into the softness of a padded, artificial bearskin rug, right in front of the firelight. The stronger one, John, lies across me, perpendicular to my body. He begins toying with one of my nipples while licking the other.

CHAPTER 5: Bill’s education

Neil then tells Bill, the younger one, that he wants Bill to learn how to lick my cunt to give me maximum pleasure. (I secretly want Neil to eat me.) He will instruct him how to give the greatest pleasure coming down on me without any risk of hurting me. Neil’s hands touch my naked hips and slide down to the inside of my upper thighs. He moves his hands down the inside of my legs and then spreads them, really spreads them, for Bill.




Bill’s hands take my knees, moving them wider and up toward my shoulders. Neil positions him with his mouth and face nestled deep between my thighs and into my pussy. There is no more imagination needed. My cunt is exposed, Neil can’t take his eyes off me. John moves just enough for me to release my hands as he tells me, “Hold your cunt lips open so Bill can see inside of you.” At the same time, Neil separates the top of my slit, putting pressure on my exposed clit, making it as smooth and aroused as it has ever been.

Expertly, Neil and John (almost debating) tell Bill how to tongue me from my anus to my cunt, and how to use his wet and soft lips near my clit. So masterfully he is taught how to tongue tease and taste me inside. Why isn’t Neil, or John, or both, doing this to me instead. I am laying here, being fondled, sucked and eaten while listening, in every detail, to what is being done and what will be done to me. I need to come so bad!

Neil lays down next to me now and begins to passionately kiss my face, neck and mouth. The taste of him alone made me want to come so much. All of these simultaneous sensations were driving me out of my mind. I couldn’t concentrate on just one. I should be upset, embarrassed, scared. I try to think of something, but the young man would suck my clit and flick it with the tip of his tongue, and John would circle my nipple with his tongue, and flick and pull my other nipple with his fingers, then Bill would tongue my pussy again. All this with Neil caressing and licking and kissing me everywhere else. John tells Bill, “Put your fingers in her.” Not just one, get the other one wet too. Caress her lips until your soaked. Now, suck and lick your finger. Have you ever tasted anyone so erotic?”

Bill nods in agreement. “Now, put both fingers in her pussy. Get your face down into her, look at what you’ll be tasting. Feel her on your mouth and nose. Suck it! Drink from it! Now, roll your fingers around inside. Touch the top of her insides with your finger tips. Caress the inside of her luscious wet canal. Put a finger from your other hand inside of her now, get it wet. Now, stick it way up her ass and then press it against your other fingers. Don’t stop licking and sucking. Swallow her!”

My neck, breasts, thighs … all of me …. being masterfully massaged. The fingers in both my openings, the tongue on my clit, the mouths on my breasts – I’m nearly exploding!

Someone’s kneeling over me now, his balls on my breast, his cock wet with precut, as he massages me expertly and kneads my breasts. Then my ass cheeks are separated by two strong hands while another one begins to fondle my rear. “Its nice having your ass stroked, isn’t it? Is this what classy women do? You like to have your clit sucked too, don’t you?” and ” You like having your tits and your cunt licked at the same time, don’t you?” There was no way to ignore them. Answer me he commands! “Yes”, I scream. “Louder” he says. I tried desperately to suppress having an orgasm, but John and Neil kept encouraging me. “Go ahead Mary, come. Come, we want to see you, we want to feel you come. Hands and mouths are everywhere now. Another finger goes inside of me…whose is it. Another goes into my rear. They all have their fingers in me. They’re still rubbing and sucking. “You’re all going to feel me coming!” I cry. “Come for us; we’ll feel you coming inside, you’ll love it, you know it, you want to!” Almost cheering me on, I then felt their bodies all over me. At least two of them are finger fucking me while I’m being eaten. They just put a bigger finger up my ass. It hurts…I love it! I explode so violently I can’t stop, I just keep coming! Bucking and screaming wildly … uncontrollably. I’m holding my cunt open as they look, feel and touch! My orgasm is so deep, so intense, the tingle outside and inside. Incredible! “Ohh! Ohh! Oh!! I’m coming all over you, all over all of you. It’s been over a minute and I’m still coming. I still can’t keep my hips from moving! They see me, they feel me, they’re in me, so intense…I collapse.

CHAPTER 6: my recovery and Round Two

After that I rest; they take a warm moist sponge or cloth and wipe me of my perspiration. My love juices, their pre-cum, it is all wiped clean from my flesh. Skin So Soft is massaged over and into my flesh. I’m still exhausted from being licked, sucked and fondled into orgasm, almost in a dream…but all the sensations are still there. As I’m massaged my sexual sensations emerge again. I can feel my clit grow. So soon? It couldn’t have been 15 minutes. Did I dose off or something?

Wait, they’re talking about me. They’re so gentle but they’re talking about fucking me now. Neil’s says he’ll be first. They’re talking about John being second. Bill’s last. Maybe, with his youth, he can last the longest and I can come from fucking – that has only happened once – usually I masturbate while being taken. I hear John say to Bill, “You’ll have to eat her after we’ve all fucked her”.

They talked about getting the mirror from upstairs so they could make me watch Bill eating me. All of their cum and my cum mixed together, dripping and flowing out from between my legs. Would they make me watch, will they allow me to watch, as his face gets covered, sticky and soaked, from licking and sucking my wet dripping cunt? Imagine, all of us together, including me, watching him. His initiation?

They lay me down and Bill and John each lay on a different side of me, each one holding a wrist and an ankle. I’m being spread eagled for Neil. Mouths searching for my nipples and inhaling my breasts. Neil mounts me and enters me first. I do not need to guide him at all; I am so open and very wet, even in the fire lit room, he can see his target. He put his cock slowly and so deep into my cunt so that his pelvis is pressing hard against my clit and his balls are on my ass. He stays in there so deep, so long, and just kept rotating his cock inside and his pelvis so expertly against my love button. His pressure gave sensations that didn’t irritate my sensitive clit. When he came, and he came violently and shuddering, I could feel his throbbing, ejaculating cock coming inside of me. I too, came with such a violent second orgasm, I thought I would pass out.

They all fucked me differently. My first gang bang. Each one of them looks different and feels so different inside of me, and on top of me. I never experienced coming like this. I am so sensitive, almost sore, but I keep coming.

John, so smooth and handsome, fucked me more than once. After coming in my vagina (he came somewhat quickly – I’m surprised he, or any of them, could hold out), he pulled out and straddled me, looking at me with such passion that I saw him stroking himself and getting hard enough again right on my chest, between my breasts. I felt his balls constrict below my breasts as his cock grew long again. He told me, “look down between your breasts and see what you’re doing to my cock. Feel its head between your tits. ” Then he told me he was going to masturbate himself with my tits. My hands were freed and I was told to hold my breasts like I wanted to feed them to the other two guys. Then they sucked me. Bill and Neil were coming down on my breasts like Bill came down on my pussy. Now they’re sucking harder, I feed them, deeply squeezing my glands into their mouths, truly wishing I could milk myself into them. I squeeze John’s cock between my tender breasts, just like he commands me too. His strong legs and smooth chest dominated me. I was so worn out, but his touch, his words, his body, his cum exploding all over my chest and neck, rubbed into my tits, made me tingle all over again. I minored a little just from my nipples. I couldn’t believe he still had that much spunk in him to spray all over my torso.




Then it was the young one’s turn. He does me very rapidly. I’m so wet and filled with cum, and wide open now that I hardly feel him, except when he pushes all the way against the top of my canal. His thrusting is so fast, how can he last this long? I put my legs around him and started screwing him as hard as he was screwing me. I squeezed my lips around his cock so tight, I milked him dry in that instant, just pulling long and hard on his long slender prick. I don’t think there’s a big “O” left in me. I’m just too spent. Is it over?

Neil brings down the mirror. I’m told its time to watch myself being eaten. My cunt is oozing with all of their fresh semen. My breasts, shoulders and neck are wet and covered with their essence too. John kneels over me and gently, and ever so passionately, kisses my lips, with an intense, never-ending kiss. I feel my legs being spread again and I feel Bill nestling between them. “I’m too tender” I tell them. John asks me to try, and takes some of the cum form my oozing cunt and , oh so gently, rubs it on my clit to give it a gentle lubrication. He blows on it softly. It feels cool, soothing and sexy, but I need to rest. After one deep but gentle lick tasting the inside my vagina, they tell Bill to let me rest. We all rest.

CHAPTER 7: we all rest up for Round Three and ….

All of us must have fallen asleep for a few hours. I woke up first, snuck into the kitchen and had a coke. I saw myself in the mirror. What a mess…or, was I the most beautiful and most feminine that I have ever been? They think so. I could never have imagined just how beautiful this really is. I fixed my hair and makeup a little until Neil awoke and said he’d like to watch me suck cock; John’s cock. Well, John was so spent, I couldn’t imagine him coming for another 10 hours, however it wasn’t difficult convincing Neil to let me suck his cock. Then John and Bill watched as I took Neil’s cock in my hands and tongued and sucked him like his was the last cock in the world. He began to moan and grow and I could feel him on the verge of coming.




After five minutes they began squeezing by nipples and kneading my breasts. He was getting hard – much harder now. His cock was pleasant and warm to the touch and he considerately squeezed his cock head down so it fit just right in my mouth and didn’t gag me. He was easy to suck and play with my tongue and even had a sweetness to his pre-cum that was more than pleasant. I wanted to taste him like he tasted me.

I am sucking John I can tell he is not going to last much longer. He looks into my eyes and reaches down as far as he can to feel my nipples; he begins losing control and is almost fucking my mouth. This begins to excite me and I feel myself getting wet, open and aroused again. With one hand around his cock, I move my other between my legs and begin masterbating to the rhythm of his moans and stroking into my mouth. He comes – and spurts and spurts. How can he have this much left in him. He cries out, “Mary, Mary, I want you!” As I feel his orgasm and swallow his semen I begin to come again from my own diddling.

John and Bill were not standing idly by. They too could not handle the passion and eroticism that filled the room. Both of them were masturbating in front of us and came only seconds after Neil and I orgasmed. I could feel their hot cum splashing on my breasts and on Neil’s fingers (that were on my nipples) and, it was funny – John pulsates so much that one of his loads landed squarely on Bill’s dick. That faux pas ended the passion between Neil and I as we both broke into uproarious laughter.

We all collapse in a mound of passion. I began to sleep, and I think so did John and Bill. Neil, to his credit, stayed awake and drew me a warm bath, carried me upstairs and bathed me. And yes, before taking me home, we relaxed together, au naturalof course, in the hot tub. The other two joined us and we finished the champagne.

They drove me back to my townhouse where I was lovingly escorted to my room. While being kissed goodnight, the others made sure my condo was safe. Saying goodnight they assured me that one of them would lose at cards the next time.

I think I want Neil to lose.

Till next time!