Chapter Nine
The place seemed to be moving with a life of its own. So did the large group of people spread across the floor of the living room. There was a definite flow to the moods, and sexual fervor permeated the air throughout the lavish house.
Steve walked down a long hallway with Lissa. Doors on either side opened to reveal different people doing different things, totally and completely exposed.
“Whoa, this is awesome.” Steve stopped as he saw two women lying on a large white mattress, kissing and fondling each other.
“Figures.” Lissa rolled her eyes. “Go watch, you fucking perv. What is it with guys and lesbians anyway?”
“Hey, I’m a lesbian. I like eating pussy and fucking women. What’s the difference?” Steve grinned. He thought his answer was cute.
Lissa grabbed the front of his robe and squeezed his wide-awake cock. “This is the difference. Now beat it.” She paused. “No, that’s wrong. Don’t beat it. I mean…oh, fuck it, just…whatever.” She released him. “I’ll be next door, or maybe down there—” She nodded at a curved archway. “You stay out of trouble.”
Steve watched her ass as it moved beneath the silk robe. Right. She was a fine one to tell him to stay out of trouble.
Steve was a little unsure if he could actually step inside the room, but as he peered in, he saw a slim Asian woman sitting in a red velvet chair watching the two women.
Okay. So I’m not the only voyeur.
He sat in a convenient chair beside the two women on the bed. It dominated the center of the room, white sheets gleaming, but no brighter than the nude bodies lying on top.
The two women were contrasts in texture and color. The blonde had pale-colored skin and a distinctly virginal aura to her. She seemed naïve, pure and essentially fresh.
The other woman was darker with an exotic, island look. Jet-black hair and chocolate-toned skin coupled with a look that made Steve melt. Except for the one place where he was beginning to really harden.
He sat quietly admiring the beauty before him. They were naked, sexy and caressing each other. He looked to the heavens. “Thank you for making women.” Thoughts of becoming a “Steve sandwich” popped into his mind as something else popped up between his legs.
The two girls worked themselves into a “69” position and Steve sat forward in his chair to get a better look. The darker woman was on her back and reaching out to grab the blonde’s ass. Spreading it, she let her tongue part the folds of flesh she discovered between her legs.
The blonde girl muffled her moan as she sucked down on the dark woman’s pussy, her pale skin a delightful contrast to the darkness of the woman she lay on.
Steve could smell the scent of arousal. He was only a few feet away from letting his own tongue invade this pink, shaven flesh. With gentle precision, the dark woman slid her thin finger into the anus of the blonde as she pulled the pussy lips down with her teeth. The blonde sat up and groaned. Oh, yeah, that had hit the spot.
As she nuzzled back down into the dark woman’s crotch, Steve saw the darker woman’s eyes flutter and close. She, too, was becoming aroused.
Like a moth to a flame, Steve was drawn into this scene while two thoughts crossed his mind.
First would be to jump in and let these two women screw him into insanity.
Second was to take his hand off of his now-rigid cock, and leave to whack himself off in the nearest bathroom.
But he stayed where he was, spellbound as time slowed to a crawl and he saw each lick of her tongue part the flesh of the blonde’s pussy. The slow steady flow of saliva wetting her pink flesh. The compassionate caress of the darker woman’s hands on her ass and inserting her finger with care, in and out.
Wetness rippled down the blonde’s thighs as her juices began to flow. The dark woman slurped and sucked as her finger dove in and out of her slippery anus.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming, I’m…ahhh, Oh, God…” The blonde’s body began to tremble and shake as she took her weight on all fours. Her hair dangled over the darker woman, brushing her belly and the glistening diamond of her navel ring.
Steve sat back in his chair and breathed out a heavy sigh. This was a man’s wet dream. Two women having sex and he was there with them. The only difference—he couldn’t play, too.
“Hey, stud, can you help me out a little?” The whispery voice shook Steve to attention. That, and the fact his cock pressed firmly against his belly button.
He looked over and saw the dark woman’s head flat on the bed—the passion in those piercing green eyes made his balls ache.
“Who me?”
“I don’t see any other studs in here.”
She was right. Looking around, all Steve saw was the Asian woman playing with a rather large dildo and a couple leaning against the doorframe.
“Scoot your chair closer. I need something to lean against.”
Steve moved his chair closer and began to get up when the woman put her hands on his knees and slid back against his chest. Steve was going to be her backrest.
He could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and the herbal scent of her thick hair. He also was sporting quite a respectable hard-on that now rested along the woman’s spine.
“How’s this?” Steve tried to remain calm and cool. “Uhh…what’s your name?”
“You can call me Ava.” The contours of her body were smooth and slender. Most of the fashion models he’d seen had nothing on her.
Steve blinked as the blonde girl crawled to the side of the bed and opened what resembled a doctor’s bag. She pulled out a shiny silver vibrator and a leather strap-on device. At first Steve was confused, but when she threw the strap-on to the Asian woman, the picture cleared right up.
The blonde climbed back towards Ava, lying across the bed with her face in front of Ava’s finely trimmed pussy. She licked the shiny vibrator, lavishing it with slick curls of her tongue. Curls Steve swore he could feel right the way to his balls. He shivered.
The blonde smiled wickedly at Ava as she slid the silver length between Ava’s pussy lips and deep inside.
Steve felt Ava tense against him. She was sooo beautiful. Her stomach rippled with muscles and the glistening belly button ring rose and fell with every violation from the vibrator. Her nipples were taut and almost black in color.
Ava moaned and tipped her head backwards, looking up at Steve. She must have realized his eyes were focused on her lithe, sensual body. Her reactions to the vibrator consumed him and when her arm reached up and traced his shoulder, a shudder of excitement coursed through him making his cock strain even more.
Cautiously, Ava pulled on his neck, bringing his head towards hers. He looked at her face, seeing her need. Her lips were parted and a sparkle of saliva gleamed from the full flesh. When he kissed her, he felt the release of tension from her body. Her tongue tasted like a succulent fruit. It was a double pleasure, since along with this woman’s tongue, he was tasting the blonde’s pussy. Both in a single, mouthwatering kiss.
Steve was about to burst. This was a fantasyland and he had all the right tickets for the rides. He was lost in Ava’s lips. Sometimes the kiss of a stranger could be more enticing than that of a long-time lover. The mystery and the unknown exploration becomes a catalyst for excitement.
It lasted for what seemed like an eternity and he knew she was enjoying it as much as he was. Instinctively, his hand reached down her sweaty chest to her breast. With a deep groan, Ava jerked at the touch of his fingers across her sensitive nipples. Steve watched her writhe as he rolled them between his fingers. He could also see the blonde frantically fucking Ava’s pussy with the vibrator as she sucked hard on Ava’s clit.
The supple spine arched hard against Steve’s body. She was enthralled in the wave of her orgasm. Pressing into him, Ava looked up and pulled his mouth to hers once more. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, dancing with his. As her body shook, Ava bit his bottom lip, clenching her teeth as she held on, waiting for the ripples and spasms caressing her inner walls to subside.
Even though Steve hadn’t done anything sexual himself, he felt relieved. Ava had let him share her pleasure. The taste of his blood on his lower lip was proof of her ecstasy.
A smile passed between them. Nothing more was needed.
A sudden movement and a whimper brought them both back to earth.
Looking at the bed, Steve saw the blonde crying, the Asian woman behind her. She was wearing the strap-on and fucking the blonde woman—anally. It was a surprisingly harsh moment, where the threshold of pain and pleasure were blurred and crossed.
“Oh, more…harder.” The blonde’s skin was flushed red and the Asian woman reached forward, grabbing the blonde locks like the reins of a horse. Reaching between her legs, and desperate to let go again, the blonde’s fingers massaged and tugged at her pussy.
“You like getting fucked hard, bitch.” The words were rough and cutting.
“Oh, yes, harder, harder.”
Pulling her hair with one hand and holding onto a hip with the other, the Asian woman hammered hard into the blonde’s ass. Tears fell from the blonde’s eyes, splattering on the silk sheets.
Shocked, Steve sat back and sucked in a breath.
Ava climbed from his lap back onto the bed. Taking the blonde woman’s face between her hands, she kissed her, stifling the blonde’s whimpers.
“Oh, Ava…it hurts—” Another thrust made her wince. “It hurts, but…oh, God, it feels so fucking good.” The confusion added to the intensity of the moment. The blonde was painfully losing herself in a climactic flood of emotions and Steve watched as they chased themselves across her face.
“It’s okay.” Ava kissed her sweaty forehead. “Let it go.”
The Asian woman sank the long, black toy to its full depth, causing the blonde woman to cry out. With a sob, she shuddered and came, every muscle flexing and shaking. Her juices flowed from her and squirted from her body, a response to the magnified power of her orgasm.
Steve sat, mouth agape, with a hard-on the size of the Eiffel Tower, and a seriously nagging urge to become a three-course meal for these women.
“Hey, Steve. I’m here to save you. Why not come with me?” A soft voice sounded in Steve’s ear.
Uhh, how about no? Much more of this and I’ll “come” with a burst of wind hitting my dick.
He turned to see Jennifer smiling hungrily at him. She slid her hand over his chest and just brushed his cock with her fingers.
He gritted his teeth.
She laughed. “This room does seem to have quite an effect on our male guests. We make sure the shy ones come in here first. It loosens them up.”
Steve stood painfully and glanced at the bed once more. “I can see why.”
The three women still writhed, having removed the strap-on from the Asian woman. She was now getting her own pussy sucked as Ava’s long fingers fucked her and other hands squeezed her breasts.
Steve looked at them, appreciating the glorious picture their tangle of limbs made against the rumpled white sheets.
If the United Nations worked this way, there’d be world peace in no time flat. “Mr. Chairman. The delegate from the Ming Islands requests permission to nail the delegate from Outer Bugaboo up the ass…”
“Steve?” Jennifer’s hand was clasping his wrist, tugging at him. “C’mon. There’s more to see. And more to do…”