That Was Some Party

She was high as a kite from tequila and sex, so when Catherine put her hand on Luisa's pussy, Luisa welcomed it. She had read many stories where this happened, and Catherine's hand felt as good as her own, only different. Maybe Catherine was going to eat her pussy, too! And... maybe she might eat Catherine's pussy. Anything could happen tonight.

And then, when Sauda came into the room, that was fine, too. Drinking a bit of champagne obliterated whatever inhibitions she may of had left, and when she saw Colin and Sauda begin to go at it, she enjoyed watching for a minute or two, but then it began to dawn on her that she had yet to experience Colin's cock, and suddenly she craved it.

She crouched on the floor behind him as he licked Sauda's pussy, touching his cock, running her hands over it, gratified by his obvious response. She knew she would have to taste it soon, and she managed to lean down and take it in her mouth. She loved the taste and smell and feel of it in her throat, but just when she thought she could make him come, he got up, and she felt the sting of frustration.

She stepped back and watched as Colin and Sauda fucked standing up. That looked really exciting -- Luisa had never done that before. And she saw Catherine playing with Sauda's nipples and feeding them to Colin. Catherine must be a bi-sexual, Luisa thought to herself. That's exciting, too, she thought, as her hand once again sought the folds of her pussy.

Then it came to her: why just be a spectator? Maybe she should taste Catherine's cunt, like she had watched Colin do earlier. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to initiate it, as she watched Sauda riding up and down on Colin's cock with Catherine busy behind her.

Luisa was in a crisis. She felt so hungry for sex, and even though she had cum twice herself, she wanted to make someone else cum. Right now. So she asked Colin to tell her to eat Catherine's pussy. It seemed a bit silly, but she wanted it so badly, and having Colin tell her to do it seemed to liberate her from her inexplicable shyness. And when he told her to do it, it was so arousing and liberating, and it seemed to make Colin cum inside Sauda.

So Luisa took Catherine's hand and led her to the couch.

Now, what about Sauda? Sauda had come to Portland a few years ago, with her boyfriend, to attend school. He was her first boyfriend, and she had given him her virginity, and the two of them lived together and enjoyed an active sex life. But then he had been called back to Cameroon on urgent family business; she was committed to her studies and so remained in Portland, and after a year she was beginning to despair of seeing him again. And, she was increasingly conscious of the fact that she was very, very horny.

Sauda didn't masturbate. Maybe it was a cultural thing, or just her own quirk, but she didn't see the point of sex without a partner. The question was, how to find a partner? She was keenly aware of the cultural difference between herself and the Americans, and plus, she was taller than most of them, which seemed to make the men uncomfortable. Sauda tried, without much success, to keep her mind on her studies.

Then one afternoon she was sitting in the quad, reading a physics text, when a young man approached her and asked her if she wanted to smoke a joint. She was not at all sure that she wanted to smoke the joint, but she was absolutely convinced that she wanted to spend time with the young man, so she agreed.

He was nice to look at, Caucasian, with glasses and curly black hair that came down around his ears. He was tall, but not quite as tall as she. He suggested that they go sit under the trees so as to be less conspicuous, and he fired up the joint. He had to coach her a bit as to how to inhale the smoke properly, and she followed his instructions to the best of her ability.

She had read about marijuana, but never tried it, and she didn't quite know what to expect. As they smoked they chatted about this and that, and rather suddenly she became aware of the fact that she was high. Almost simultaneously she realized that she was quite aroused.

As she attempted to carry on the conversation, she had an overwhelming sensation of the maleness of her companion. In her mind's eye came a flood of images, mainly cocks, black ones, pink ones, all erect and desirable. She was keenly aware of the sensations in her pussy, which was becoming wet, but in a way that seemed amplified, so strong that she wondered whether her companion was aware of it too. She thought that she could smell herself.

At this point she surrendered to it, and reached over to place her hand on the boy's trousers, directly over his cock. He seemed surprised, but not displeased, and his cock stiffened immediately. He took her hand off his cock, and holding it in his own, led her to a little thicketed area behind a building, after which he placed her hand back on his cock.

She could feel it throbbing now. She was fascinated and enthralled by it. She wondered if it smelled good. Then she wondered if it tasted good. She had read about oral sex, but never tried it. The combination of going for a year without sex, and the strangely wanton feelings induced by the marijuana, emboldened her. She fumbled with his zipper, which seemed to have become a rather complex technology, and then he came to her assistance, and between the two of them they managed to get his pants down to his knees as he sprawled backwards against a tree.

Sauda crouched on the ground before him, at first just admiring the sight of his cock, then running her hands along it, palms together with the cock between them, up and down, feeling the velvety hardness. Then, tentatively, she lowered her mouth to it.

Ooooh, it tasted good. It tasted like sex should taste, and there was a smell too, so arousing. She like the feel of how big it was in her mouth and throat, and soon she became conscious of the fact that the boy liked the feel of her mouth; he was moving his hips and making the sounds of excitement that she remembered, seemingly from so long ago.

She intensified her efforts, thrilling in the sensations, and then she began to realize that she could make the boy cum. That thought seemed to double her arousal. She was feeling more and more uninhibited in the way she sucked him, moving her tongue, taking him in deeper and deeper, and she could tell that his motions and cries were becoming more urgent. He was seizing her hair and thrusting into her throat. She was going to make him cum. What could be more exciting!

Then he began to cum, and the taste and the spurting transported her. She swallowed greedily, savoring it, hoping for more.

Gradually his cock lost its erection, although she continued to suck hopefully. Then she heard his voice: "Omigod, I've got to go to work. Could I meet you later?"

Yes, she said. He gave her the address of a party that would be going on later that evening. She took it and said goodbye to him.

She became aware that her panties were sopping with arousal, and she yearned for release, but, she told herself, she would have to wait for later. She went home, showered, and ate some food, which she found very interesting in her intoxicated state, but mainly she thought about how she wanted to cum. She wondered whether the boy would do to her what she had done to him. But at least he would fuck her, she hoped.

So, she went to the party. She was shy and a bit groggy from the marijuana, and felt a bit like a wallflower, waiting for the boy to show up. He didn't.

She continued to wait patiently, and she discovered that the champagne that they were serving made her feel a bit revived. She attempted to talk to people, but mainly she wanted sex, and she noticed that many people were pairing off and going upstairs, which made her feel all the more frustrated.

Finally, when most people had gone, she picked up two bottles and champagne and began looking for stragglers, and that's when she struck it rich.

She heard sounds from a room in the back, and peeped in. There were a man and woman on a couch, facing opposite directions; the man was on the bottom, and they were both simultaneously performing oral sex on each other. Suddenly her excitement returned full force. There was a naked woman on a chair, facing them, with her back to Sauda. Suddenly the people on the couch cried out in orgasm, followed by the lady on the chair.

Sauda continued to peer into the room, intensely interested, as the three people then sat on the couch, fondling each other and talking about sex. She knew this was her opportunity, so clearing her throat, she entered the room, offering the champagne and asking if she could stay.

Once she had crossed that threshold, she poured the champagne and sat in the chair facing them, stealing furtive glances at the man's cock. It was limp now, but she had her heart set on making it hard again. The man was wearing a shirt and no pants, which seemed comical, so she offered to help him off with his shirt. As they both stood up, she saw that he was as tall as she was.

As she lifted the shirt over his head, she playfully trapped his arms in the shirt, and kissed him. His response made her hopes soar; he passionately returned her kiss, and she felt his cock get hard against her. She kissed him again, seducing him with her kiss, wanting him to want what she wanted.

He fell to his knees, and began to unbutton her dress. Then he licked her panties! She felt the arousal come welling up in her pussy. He could feel it on his tongue, too, through the cotton of the panties. Why didn't he take them off? He was teasing her. She couldn't stand it. She pulled away, and yanked her panties down, and gathering her skirt around her waist, thrust her pussy toward his face. It was an awkward position, an embarrassingly lewd position, but she didn't care, she wanted him to touch her with his mouth.

He stared at her black pussy, and admired how wet she was, and then slowly, deliberately, he ate her pussy. The thrill was indescribable. She rocked back and forth against his lips and tongue, moving faster, feeling him suck her towards a climax for which she had waited an eternity. There were hands on her, one of the women, freeing her from her dress and brassiere, touching her breasts. This was strange, but she surrendered to it, her orgasm was upon her.

Then he was standing up, kissing her, lifting her into the air, and impaling her on his cock. She held on to him for dear life, helping him as he moved her ass up and down with his hands. And then there were more hands, the woman again, pinching her nipples, exciting her! This was all so new, but she was in the throes of another orgasm, she accepted it, welcomed it.

The man, Colin, was cumming now, she could feel him shooting inside her. She clung to him, and kissed him deeply. Then, gradually, she became aware of what was happening on the couch.

Perhaps you are wondering about Catherine. Catherine had just turned 30, and, she thought to herself, she had been having sex half her life. Her mother was a swinger, and had encouraged Catherine to be sexually precocious, putting her on the pill and letting her bring boys home. So Catherine experimented, and became quite knowledgeable in the ways of love. She had dabbled in a little of everything, and she was beginning to know what she liked. She liked variety, but her standards were high -- she wanted to have sex, a lot of it, with many different men and women who were smart, funny, attractive; it was a lot of work to find them.

It was inevitable that she would make Randall's acquaintance. She even slept with him a few times, but then they both wanted to move on. His parties, however, were essential to Catherine's quest for quality mates. Even though she often went home alone, she still found them to be an ideal environment for the hunt.

Catherine had no difficulty attracting partners. She had a dark, curly mane of hair that complemented her green eyes, and ample breasts that never failed to produce that magical, attention-getting cleavage. Her nipples were not small and dainty, but rather, large and coarse, and would always signal her arousal to watchful eyes. She enjoyed watching and gauging the reactions to her expressive nipples. She also liked to lift them to her lips and suck them.

It was the day after her birthday, and time to celebrate. She put on a tank-top that displayed her assets, but the material was thick enough so that the nipples wouldn't be visible until they were good and hard. She wore a slinky short skirt, casual, comfortable, but alluring. Underwear was out of the question tonight. She might want to playfully flash someone-- Randall's parties were like that. Catherine kept her pussy hair trimmed, but not shaved. She had the idea that shaved pussies looked girlish, and she was a grown up woman.

At the party, she assessed the guests, and noted with satisfaction that tonight there were some genuine prospects. The best was the Mexican girl. She had the most beautiful shiny hair, blacker than black, and a big wide promising mouth. She was a bit plump, in just the right way, plump and juicy. And when Catherine flirted, she flirted back, but from a distance. She wasn't taking the bait, probably looking for a man. But Catherine was confident that if she could spend a little time with her, she would have her way with her.

And there was Colin, a friend of Randall's. He was good looking, and tall, and in good shape. She liked him, and let him know it, but he seemed a bit aloof. And as the party progressed, he seemed to be hitting it off with the Mexican girl.

And, there was an African girl. She was very exotic, tall and slender, her hair dyed blonde and braided. But she was very shy and there didn't seem to be any bi-curiosity there; she was definitely looking for a man.

So Catherine circulated, biding her time, hoping that she could have another shot at the Mexicana, or maybe with Colin. Then she spied the both of them, off in a room alone, necking, and then boom! The girl was sitting on his face.

That was hot. She caught him completely by surprise, Catherine thought to herself, moving as close as she dared in order to get a better view. The Mexican girl looked gorgeously slutty, with her gown bunched up around her waist, her nipples jutting out through the thin fabric, her face glazed with lust, riding his face with her cunt. She was rubbing her crotch all over his mouth, and he seemed to be loving every minute of it, moaning and arching his back as he ate her. I'd like a taste of that, Catherine thought to herself. And then, before long, the girl was cumming loudly. This was just too good. Catherine felt the wetness welling up in her cunt. The girl must have selected this downstairs room deliberately, where someone might walk in on them at any moment. They say that three's a crowd, she thought to herself, but maybe tonight's the night for a crowd scene.

She waited until the girl stopped grinding against Colin's lips, and then stepped up, putting on her brightest, most radiant smile. "May I play too?" she asked.

Her hopes about the girl were justified. "Sure, why not," she replied. Catherine felt a flash of triumph. Before the night was over, the Mexicana would be hers.

Catherine pulled up a chair. She was a practiced exhibitionist, and she knew how to please an audience. First, they needed to see her breasts. They were always the best calling card. She freed them slowly and deliberately from her tank top, and keeping her bright smile, measured the Mexican girl's reaction. Oh, Yes. Her eyes were wide with desire. So Catherine showed her, and Colin, how her nipples stood out when she pinched them -- and it felt so good -- and then she showed them how she could suck them. She knew that they were loving it. The room was heating up. They needed to see her pussy soon. Just a little bit more sucking... Catherine was working herself up into that highly aroused state that she so enjoyed. She abandoned herself for just a moment to the sensation of her own lips and teeth on her nipples... but now her cunt cried out for attention. And she knew that her new friends were on edge, dying to see it.

Catherine opened her eyes, and stared into the eyes of the couple on the couch. Yes, she had their full attention. And she began to move her hips slowly forward on the chair, spreading her thighs as she did so. She watched them react as her pussy came into view. They were electrified. Catherine knew what they were seeing because she had let someone film her once, masturbating. Her pussy lips were big and fat, and rosy red. Her ass was sliding easily now over the seat of the chair, that was already slick with pussy juice.

Keeping one hand on her nipple, she sent the other one down, delving into herself, showing off her secrets. Whenever one of the beholders on the couch caught her eye, she flashed a lascivious smile and rubbed herself more, opening herself wider for their inspection. She was getting terribly hot, but still strategizing. She thought of how arousing it had been for her to see the Mexicana sit on Colin's face. She wanted the Mexicana to feel aroused in just that way.

Catherine stood up and said to the girl, "May I?" As if she were reading Catherine's mind, she gasped out the word "Yes," and moved aside, making room for Catherine to take her place, straddling Colin's face. Colin's eyes were wild with excitement as he strained his head upward to draw her vulva into his mouth. Catherine hoped the girl was getting a good look, because at this point Catherine was losing herself in the sensation. Colin was eating her ravenously. At this point Catherine was no longer the huntress, just a woman aroused to the boiling point, and she needed Colin's cock. She got up suddenly, tore off her skirt, and mounted Colin's mouth again, facing the other direction, fumbling with his belt buckle.

The girl was instantly there, helping her pull down his pants, and after taking all of two seconds to admire his big, hard cock, Catherine devoured it. She and Colin were locked in the 69 position, hands on each other's asses, straining to force as much cock and pussy into their mouths as they could. Catherine could feel her orgasm building, and she put all of her passion and expertise into sucking that big cock -- she was dying to taste Colin's cum. And she was not disappointed when he began to erupt, over and over, into her mouth.

Catherine may have blacked out for just a moment, but then she was aware of the sounds of the Mexicana about to have another orgasm. She looked up, and the girl was in the chair, as close to the couch as she could get, her legs over the arms, working her pussy, shouting as her climax overtook her. Then, after pausing to take a breath, she offered her fingers to Colin for sucking. Catherine felt a momentary twinge of envy, but then she assured herself that her time would come soon enough.

Now they would get to know one another. The girl's name was Luisa. They sat on the couch together with Colin in the middle, and Catherine started the little game about who's pussy tasted the best. She gave generous fingerfuls of pussy juice to Colin to taste, and then she tasted herself, making sure to catch Luisa's eye. Than Luisa offered Colin a taste, and seeing the opportunity, Catherine leaned across Colin and cupped Luisa's mound, massaging her pussy expertly and letting her know just how she felt. And Luisa was ready, surrendering herself to Catherine's touch with a smile that was full of promise.

It was at this moment that the other girl, the African, arrived, and introduced herself as Sauda. Suddenly a whole new set of possibilities opened up in Catherine's mind. She kept Luisa's cunt nice and hot while Sauda poured champagne. Finally Catherine withdrew her hand and tasted Luisa's ambrosia, moaning just audibly, and making sure to catch Luisa's eye again.