Ecstacy

As she sucked, she began to remove the remainder of Janet's clothes. Brad tapped me on the shoulder and signaled for me to help Janet out of her pants, and moments later she was sitting in the middle of the four of us smiling broadly in just her panties. Al continued to suck insistently on her nipples for a few moments more, and then sat back admiring Janet's body.

From the instant we started touching Janet's clothes to that moment, we'd all been lost in a world far detached from reality, and yet I remember it all with such clarity. And then, as suddenly as we'd entered that place, we were out of it again and back into what felt like a level of normality. We all had a drink of water, and Al and I took the second half of our E tabs. The experience so far had been beautiful. We'd felt like dancing, then great emotion and love, and now those two had faded to the background, and all we wanted was to touch and be touched. We didn't feel horny in a normal sense. It was simply a desire to be as close to other bodies as possible.

Janet suggested that it was time Al was naked and she dutifully took her place in between the three of us. Janet began to slowly undress her as Brad and I ran our hands over her body in the same way we'd done previously. Every so often, Janet would lean forward to kiss her, and their tongues would meet in a private dance that was pure eroticism. Janet reached round behind Al and giggled as she struggled to undo the catch on her bra. She gently lowered the straps from Al's shoulders to reveal her beautiful D cup breasts. Her nipples were incredibly hard and puckered, and Janet immediately reached out and felt another woman for the first time. Seconds later she was kissing, licking and sucking. I could see the pleasure in Al's face, a look I know so well, and when saw me, she beamed a smile that said so much more than mere words ever could.

As we had with Janet, Brad and I removed Al's pants. The only difference this time was that Al wasn't wearing any underwear. Her almost completely shaven mound was immediately visible, and as her legs were slightly parted, I could see how wet she was. Her experience so far was obviously to her liking.

She "endured" Janet's ministrations for a few minutes, and then pushed her gently away, much to Janet's disapproval. She grabbed Janet around the waist, and pulled her down so that they could kiss and be as close as possible. Their hands were all over each other and their legs intertwined, as they lost themselves in a private world briefly. Al obviously had other plans. She slowly maneuvered Janet on to her back, and then kissed her way down to Janet's as yet unseen pussy. She gently pulled down the last remaining piece of clothing, and Brad completed the task, throwing them out of the way.

Al paused briefly, and looked up at Janet, silently requesting permission. Janet parted her legs slightly, allowing access, and Al needed no further confirmation. She put the heel of her thumb just above Janet's pussy and pulled back the skin gently to reveal an exquisite, nobly little clit. And with that, she swiped it with her tongue. The result was astounding. Janet bucked, and gasped, her eyes flashing brightly as she calmed, only for Al to repeat the action again and again and again. Janet's hands were gripping Al's head tightly as she was treated to her first female tongue lashing. When it comes to licking a pussy, Al is no slouch. She loves the taste of another woman, and takes as much as she can get when the chance arises.

Janet was treated for about 5 minutes or so, and then decided enough was enough and it was time she returned the favor. I looked over at Brad as they changed places. He was grinning from ear to ear as his wife enjoyed her first full bisexual experience. He smiled at me and winked, which I took to mean that every in the world was about as good as it could be. When I looked back at the girls, Janet was just about to taste her first woman. She took a moment to investigate the first pussy she'd ever been so close to. She touched it gently, pulling Al's lips to the side, and then very slowly, she bent her head forward and probed with her tongue. Al moaned at the contact, and seemingly inspired by the encouraging noises, Janet's tongue began exploring with more fervor. She began to lick and probe every part of my wife's soaking wet pussy, and when she found Al's clit, the result was almost as explosive as Al's first touch of hers. I'd seen Al in all manner of states in the past, but never quite like this. I guess the E was doing what it does best.

The two of them pleasured each other for some time, before taking a break and turning their attention to myself and Brad. We'd been intently watching them for some time, and rather oddly, at no point had I thought about wanting to fuck either of them. I was lost in a world where touching, either with fingers or tongues, was everything. Penetration could wait.

Brad turned to the side, and took a drink of water from the bladder, and encouraged the rest of us to drink. When under the influence of Ecstasy, it's very easy to lose track of time, and ignore the body's need for food and drink. Brad had obviously decided that as it was our first time, he would ensure that we took on a little liquid whenever possible.

After the brief rest, it was Brad's turn in the middle, and he was treated to the same as the two girls had received. Six hands caressed him and slowly removed his clothing to reveal a beautiful chest with nicely toned muscles. Brad's body was not the sort typically seen on body builders. It was more buff, from years of playing sport. Despite all of the beautiful, erotic, girl/girl activity, the moment I saw Brad's chest, I had a very different feeling that I'd not really felt for a long time. He had liberal sprinkling of chest hair, that had obviously been trimmed, and it looked so appealing. I just wanted to bury my head in his chest, and get as close to another man as I could. What I knew of Brad, I liked, and being so close to one of the most beautiful male bodies I'd ever seen, I was filled with a pure desire for a man.

My senses were reeling. Never before had I felt such lust when confronted with a man. I could hardly hold myself back from simply grabbing him and offering myself to him. He could have had me in anyway he so chose at that moment. I would have been a complete submissive; a mere tool for his pleasure.

The girls finished removing the remainder of Brad's clothes, and I sat feasting my eyes on him. Every inch of him was beautifully toned: not hard, and chiseled: just toned. His body hair was neatly trimmed from head to toe, and his thick cock looked like the most suckable, lickable, edible member I'd ever laid eyes on. I so wanted to simply devour him there and then. But for all of my desire, I simply couldn't. A little voice in my head kept telling me, "patience, patience...your time will come." And so I waited, and "restrained myself" as we all continued to pleasure him.

Brad, Janet and Al then turned their attention to me, and in what seemed like moments, I was naked. The three of them touched every part of me, both physically and mentally. I felt completely connected to them, as if we'd become one large being capable of the ultimate in self pleasure. I was lost in a world where there were no problems, no concerns, not even the slightest worry. I was happy beyond all understanding. The combination of the physical attention and the Ecstasy had taken me to a world that I'd never seen before, and I reveled in it's sheer, exquisite beauty.

I tried to wrap my arms around Brad and Janet and pulled them close. I wanted to feel their warmth, feel their skin against mine. I'd never felt like wanting to touch someone so much. In retrospect, perhaps I had a brief insight in to the working of the female mind.

I was shaken out of my reverie by the feel of a mouth engulfing my swollen cock. I looked down to see Al's lips almost reach my balls as she strove to get as much of me into her mouth as possible. She slowly lifted her head back up, so that only the very tip was hidden, while her talented tongue continually flicked backwards and forwards. If I thought I'd been in heaven before, I was only half way. I didn't believe that there was anything better in the world right then. Brad and Janet had disengaged themselves, and were intently watching Al as she repeated her movements: one moment almost choking on my cock in her throat, the next licking my shaft and head like a lollipop. Every so often, Janet would quietly gasp and comment on the sight before her. She was almost mesmerized by the activity in front of her. She bent forward to get a closer look, and moved closer, and closer, and God if she didn't get to my cock soon, I was going to explode.

And then she licked my balls, and I lost the plot. I had two mouths working on my cock and I don't think it could have been any harder. Never before had I felt such a sensation. The nerve endings were tingling, driving me almost insane with the depth of the sensation. My mind was focused on what was happening in my groin, to the exclusion of all else, and if the room had started burning around me, I don't think I'd have noticed, or even cared.

I wanted to cum. And I mean, I WANTED TO CUM! It's almost impossible to describe just how desperate I felt at that moment. But as before, it wasn't the typical male, animal, aggressive desire. It was simply a longing for the pleasure, the release. But I was to be denied...for now. The girls decided that I'd had enough for the moment, and turned their attention to Brad, who throughout my "ordeal" had been watching and gently playing with himself. I noticed that he was also incredibly hard, and I wondered whether this was purely the E, or a combination of it and the sexual activity. It didn't really matter right then. I had other things to think about.

I love watching Al suck cock. She does it with great enthusiasm. She's always looking for that new trick to enhance the experience for the recipient, and she always looks like she's truly enjoying herself. Of course, the reality is that she really does like to suck cock. In fact, she's rather keen on sucking most things. I'm not entirely sure that Brad was quite ready for what he was about to receive, and when Al set to work, with Janet's help, the look on his face was priceless. The two of them simply sucked him stupid. He was moaning and writhing underneath them, almost jumping up from where he was sitting as Al and Janet licked, sucked and nibbled every part of his cock. They'd stop every so often, and Al would grab his shaft very tightly and slowly move her hand up to squeeze out every bit of precum. She'd then flick her tongue over the eye and scoop up the liquid smiling at Brad as she did so.

It must have been around 15 minutes or so before the girls stopped, and demanded the same from Brad and I. Brad passed around the water, and asked how I was feeling. The best I could come up with at the time, was a huge grin and "fucking fantastic". He wanted to know if I still felt "luvvy" or "dancy", or had I progressed to horny?

Horny? I was definitely well on the way. And then it struck me. For the past, 2 hours (2 hours already!?), I'd been lost in a variety of strange and rather exciting new worlds, each of which seemed to be a distinct improvement on the preceding one, but as we sat and chatted, I felt really rather normal. I was definitely under the influence, I was as happy as a pig in shit, but other than that, I felt really quite "straight". It struck me as a little odd how easy it was to step into the feeling and out again. It was nothing like being drunk. Once you're drunk, that's it: it's a very long, slow road back to sobriety. But with E, I could be buzzing away nicely, only to choose to be relatively "normal" again (whatever that means), if I so wanted.

Al "coughed" to remind me and Brad of our duties, and the break was over. It was time to earn our keep. The two girls sat next to each other, with their backs against the couch and their legs apart, awaiting for our ministrations. As chance would have it, Brad was on the same side as Al, so he dropped his head down, and began to seriously lick her pussy. I got my self comfortable between Janet's legs, and was presented with the same cunt I'd been watched my wife lick rather expertly some time before.

I gently spread Janet's lips, and aimed my tongue directly at her clit. Some women's are hard see at first, but there was no mistaking where Janet's was. It could have had a neon flashing sign to point it out to the world, and not been any more obvious. This is not to say that it was huge, or very long, just obvious. Of course, for a dumb male, this is a complete bonus, as there's little chance of missing it. So, armed with renewed confidence, I simply swiped it with my tongue and was duly rewarded with a gasp from Janet, and a "yeah...about there will be fine".

She tasted divine. I don't think I've ever found licking a pussy offensive, although there has been the odd one that didn't score too highly, but Janet's was going to go down (pun intended...again) as one of the best. I don't know why: I just liked it. I suppose it's in much the same way as I don't care much for cabbage, except the other way round.

I flicked again, and got the same response. I paused, and then did it again, and got the same response again. This was too much fun by half. A cast an eye at Al to see what was going on with her and Brad. He wasn't messing around. He'd lubed her pussy to make life that little bit easier and was now licking her clit while two fingers gently probed around inside her for her G-spot. From the look on her face, I could see that he'd already found it. This seemed like a good idea to me, so following Brad's lead, I grabbed a bit of lube, and moments later was sliding two fingers in and out of Janet's extremely slick cunt, while continuing to flick her clit every so often.

I looked up at her for confirmation that my actions were having the desired effect. She and Al had their mouths clamped together and were kissing each other ferociously, apparently trying to see who could fit the other's head into their mouth. They were completely lost in the moment as they moaned loudly and continued to feast on each others tongue and lips. There's something extremely erotic about two women kissing with such passion, and I felt inspired to continue my assault on Janet's, now rather slippery and extremely hot pussy.

Brad was obviously enjoying it as much as the rest of us, and he was merciless with Al as he pumped his fingers into her similarly hot, slippery hole. Janet's pleasure seemed to have reached a plateau, but Al's was just climbing and climbing and climbing. Ecstasy depresses the ability to orgasm to an extent for most people, but it appeared that Al did not fall in to this bracket. She was well on her way to "popping her cork", and Brad was going to do everything in his power to help her. Janet was now squeezing her tits and gently pinching her nipples as they continued to mash their faces together in a frenzy of kissing. Al's moans were getting higher and higher, and I knew she was moments away. Brad squeezed another finger in to her pussy and continued his remorseless assault on my now squealing wife. If she didn't cum soon, I thought she'd probably have a coronary.

Brad's fingers and tongue were obviously not quite enough to get her over the line, and she began to thrust herself on to his hand and face for all she was worth. They were both now at fever pitch, and Al was surely mere seconds away from what was likely to be a small supernova like orgasm when it arrived. Her need to cum must have been almost unbearable by that time, and I was mentally urging her on as I continued my own assault of Janet's hot wet cunt. I had three fingers sliding in easily, and was trying to get a fourth going, when suddenly Al's moans were replaced with a shout and a string of unintelligible "words" as she finally reached the top and came like the proverbial train...and a fucking long train at that!

She was writhing around as Brad continued to slowly tongue her swollen clit. His fingers were still inside her, and she was still thrusting herself on to them, but the pace was slowing down as her orgasm finally subsided, to be replaced by a distinct glow. The fury and "violence" of her peak had caused myself and Janet to stop and watch the moment in wonder, and probably a little envy. Brad finally removed his fingers and tongue, and the three of us sat back to take stock of the sight before us. Al was leaning back against the couch breathing heavily. Her face was flushed bright red, and she looked like she just come back from a couple of hours at the gym. The only difference was the Cheshire cat like grin that stretched almost from ear to ear.

I was smiling too. How could I not? I'd just seen my love have one of the most intensely enjoyable moments of her life. What more could a husband ask for? She looked around at the three of us, and looked a little embarrassed. She asked Brad for the water, and took a long drink. Brad took the bladder back when she was finished, and I smiled at her and simply asked, "How was that?"

"Wow" was all I got in return.

We were all covered in lube by this stage, and Janet suggested we have a few minutes rest and a shower, and then we could come back and play some more. The toys hadn't had a look in yet, and we were only about 2 ½ hours in. The E would be doing its magic for while longer yet, so we had plenty of time.

Janet grabbed my hand and said that we'd go first as there was really only room for two in the shower. Minutes later, I was as clean as I could be and smelling rather heavily of cinnamon soap. It was then that I became aware of another effect of the E: a heightened sense of smell. I was back to feeling pretty much normal, although distinctly happy, and I sat down and took on some water. I could smell the cinnamon from the soap. An orange and cranberry candle was burning nearby, and I thought I could detect each fruit individually. Everything was wonderfully pungent, and when Janet sat next to me, the smells of the cinnamon and the shampoo in her hair were intoxicating.

We chatted about nothing for a few minutes while Brad and Al cleaned up, and then for some reason, we started kissing. It was soft, gentle, almost feminine. There was no animal passion, just very tender contact. And just as we'd started, we stopped for no apparent reason. Janet laid her head on my chest, and we just lay there waiting for Al and Brad to return. We were both extremely content. There really is no better word for it.

They came back a few minutes later, both smiling as they toweled themselves. They joined us on the mattress, and the touching began again. At first very gentle, and almost imperceptible, and then, as our passions were re-ignited, it became stronger and more demanding. The fours of us became a tangled mess on the floor, and we were all touching and kissing whoever happened to be nearest at the time. I lost track of who I was under or on top of: who I was touching, or who's pussy my finger was inserted in. Sometimes, I'd be aware of another finger in the same hot well hole. It didn't matter who's it was. It just was.

And then Brad kissed me.

At first it was gentle, just lips against lips. And then it became more intense. I could feel his stubble pressing against my chin as he forced his mouth against mine. I'd never kissed a man in this way before, and a little part of me was hesitant, not willing to take another step towards complete bisexuality. But, when his tongue began probing, I opened my mouth to accept it, and any nagging doubts was gone. I began thrusting my own tongue back in to his mouth. Our tongues dueled for supremacy. He was on top of me, pinning me down, and I remembered my submissive thoughts from earlier. Before that moment, I'd only ever sucked a cock, but suddenly a door was opened, and I looked in to a room full of new possibilities. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me: as close as we could get. I could feel his incredibly hot, hard cock against my stomach as we continued our assault on each other. Gone were the feelings of tenderness: the desire to touch. This was animal and raw.