The House Warming
Parties can be dull as ditchwater. You go to someone's house, everyone stands around politely holding their glass of wine or larger, making quiet conversation, punctuated by the odd laugh, someone has put what they consider to be 'mood' music on the CD player, and most of the time you are there you are wondering how quickly you can leave. That's what I thought it would be like when I went to Jeff and Celia's 'house warming'. I was so wrong.....
Of course that's the way it started off, just a load of people most of whom I assumed didn't know each other, standing around in little clumps, chatting, drinking. My eye was taken though by an older woman sitting next to a young girl on a sofa in the corner. They were in deep conversation, laughing and smiling at each other. Well, I consider myself a bit of a stud, and a pretty young girl is bound to grab my attention. She was slender, long fair hair, lovely rosebud mouth, startling blue eyes, long tanned legs and pert little tits. The older woman was also attractive. I guess she was about 50, but maybe more. A good figure, large voluptuous breasts, good legs, short dark hair that framed a soft-featured face. I stood and watched them, passing the time really, wondering what they were talking about, if they were related, what they were finding so amusing in their conversation. And then I saw something which made me do a double take – I thought I saw the older woman reach out and stroke this young girl's breast – no surely not, I must have had too much wine! I walked away to find Jeff, and asked him 'Whose the girl in the corner, sat next to the older woman?' 'Oh, that's Marie, she's our babysitter, nice girl, and the woman she's talking to... Let me see .. oh, Brigit, she's from down the road. They seem to be getting along rather well don't they', Jeff grinned and motioned toward them with his glass, I looked again, stunned to see the woman I now knew as Brigit kissing Marie ....no one else seemed at all phased by this ... least of all my host and hostess. Celia had come over to join us, 'I see Brigit's found someone she likes here! Let's see what happens next..' I really didn't know where to look, but couldn't help myself.
In the few moments we had been chatting Brigit and Marie had become even more passionate with each other, they were still kissing, their mouths locked together, Brigit was fondling Marie's breast still, and taking Marie's hand, placing it on her own large round breast, rubbing it over the silky material of her blouse. To my embarrassment I found I was aroused by watching these women, even though I had quite fancied my chances with Marie, I was intrigued to see this young attractive girl making out with this woman. I felt I should look away, but couldn't, my own interest was peaked, and not just mine, by now I was aware that most people in the room had moved towards this scene.
I watched as Brigit undid her blouse, exposing her large soft tits, taking Marie's hand again, encouraging her to touch and fondle them, as she then started rubbing Marie's leg, her hand running ever higher and higher. Out the corner of my eye I could see the couple next to me getting horny, the woman her own hand caressing her own breast, the man she was with, his hand on his trousers, rubbing his obvious bulge, each had one arm locked around the other.
Whether from alcohol or sheer disbelief at what I was witnessing in this normal suburban house, I began to feel slightly distanced from the whole scene, it became as watching a play, rather than something real that was going on in front of me. Brigit was pushing Marie's skirt up to the top of her legs, showing at first just a glimpse of knickers, then exposing more and more, as in response to her touches Marie's legs fell apart, allowing we spectators a full view. Marie's hands went to her own shirt, which she began to unbutton. She wore no bra, her pert little tits poking out between the folds of the material; she licked her finger and began to run it over her nipple. Clearly very aroused she slid down in the sofa, her eyes closed, moaning softly, her legs now wide open, as Brigit was running her fingers across the thin material of her panties, pushing them in to this young girl's cunt.
Now I could see other couples around me getting turned on, one pair had slipped to the floor, the woman riding the man, her elegant cocktail dress pushed up round her hips, his trousers round his knees, clearly fucking, and watching this display at the same time.
'I want to taste you, little one' said Brigit, as she knelt on the floor, pulling Marie's panties down, and then pushing the girl's legs up on the sofa, so that we could all see her young shaven pussy, the lips full and pouting. I realised my own hand had slipped to my cock, rubbing myself through my trousers, feeling myself grow under my own hand, my eyes locked on this pair. Brigit's head now firmly between Marie's legs, I was aware of the sound of her licking and sucking on this young pussy, and wishing I could taste it too. And then Celia, nice, respectable Celia, going over, kneeling down behind Brigit, lifting Brigit's skirt and revealing a bare arse, running her fingers between the cheeks of that arse, pushing her fingers into Brigit's wet cunt ...
My head spun, filled with the sights and senses, watching these three women, Marie, head thrown back, playing with her own tits, Brigit, her head bobbing as she fucked her with her tongue, Celia, kneeling slightly to one side so we could all see quite clearly her fingers fucking Brigit's cunt.... my own erection pulsing beneath my trousers, and I was rubbing it harder and harder, aware that I was breathing faster, watching in amazement.
'Oh yes, more, suck me harder, lick me, tease my clit with your teeth, oh Brigit, fuck me with your tongue...'
And as Marie got more and more aroused reaching her point of orgasm her body twisting under the obvious expert mouth of Brigit, so Celia fucked Brigit harder with her fingers, one hand on her arse, so that we could all see and be in no doubt, and Brigit pushing her cunt back on Celia's fingers, all three woman now gasping and moaning in sexual pleasure, so I was aware of my own orgasm, my trousers becoming wet beneath my hand....
Written by Belles Directory
