"Hey, I've got it," Jeff Allen said; "why don't we all take off our clothes and lie in front of the fireplace."
There was a moment of dead silence as the others looked at him in amazement. "Take off our clothes? Are you crazy?" Mat said. "You want this to developed into an orgy?"
"Sounds great to me," said Larry Leyton, already unbuttoning his shirt. "Come on, you guys."
"Yeah, then Janie won't need to feel shy," Jeff joked and slipped out of his pants.
Jane watched incredulously as all around, people stood up and took off their clothes. Every one of the men, Matt included, were stripping down to their underwear. He probably didn't want to feel left out, she reasoned. The three men had hung their clothes by the fire and resumed their positions on the rug, wearing only their jockey shorts.
"This is funny. You people are crazy!" Nancy giggled, slipping out of her slacks. She was wearing pink stretch panties that barely covered the small, almost boyish contours of her buttocks. Taking a look down over her firm full thighs and delicately formed calves, she laughed again at her own nakedness and tossed her slacks over a chair.
Jane was left alone. And never had she felt quite so alone as she did then, sitting there by the fire in her slacks, a blouse and a sweater, in a room full of practically naked people. Well, there was nothing else to do, she reasoned, and began undoing her slacks, pulling them down her long slender legs and off her feet. Her young buttocks jouncing resiliently, she walked across the room and deposited them on a chair like the others had.
She was just lowering herself back on the rug when Mona began pulling her T-shirt over her head. "Why stop now?" Mona's voice came muffled from under the T-shirt. "I'm going to get comfortable."
Right," Larry Leyton said. "You got to take off as much as the boys have."
Then, Mona had extricated herself from the sweater and was reaching behind her to undo her black lace brassiere. The snaps gave and the silky black straps slipped down her white shoulders, releasing her large, firmly set breasts. They bounced and swayed provocatively together as she raised to her knees and tossed her clothing over her head onto the sofa.
Nancy, giggling wildly, was doing the same. Her blue sweater and pink brassiere were off in seconds, leaving her slender young body entirely naked except for her pink panties. Kneeling, she settled back against her feet, her breasts small and rounded, but in perfect proportion to her tautly curving buttocks and lithe, delicate body.
Jane hesitated, remembering the display she had put on at the pool party and what had happened later! But she forced the thoughts out of her mind and stripped quickly from her outer clothing and lacy white brassiere, feeling a sensation of freedom and lewdly exciting abandon surging through her. Her proudly swelling breasts jiggled and danced as she moved, and she could feel people watching her, avidly eyeing the large melony orbs of her breasts that stood up, even without her brassiere, their pink nipples poking out in the warm air.
Then Jeff Allan was lurching playfully toward his wife, trying to pull off the sheer black bikini panties that barely covered her loins. She squirmed backward across the floor on her buttocks, giggling hilariously while he tried to break through her flailing hands to the tight elastic waistband that was cut low across her hips. Suddenly, he leaned back, grabbed her feet in a surprise move that jerked her, laughing, flat on her back. Before she could recover, he was over her splayed-out form, tearing the flimsy cloth down her kicking legs and off her ankles, and waving the panties triumphantly in the air.
Later, Jane couldn't remember exactly how it had all happened, except that Mona's flimsy panties had looked like a flag charging everyone to action. She vaguely remembered catching a glimpse of Jeff s long thick hardness straining against his jockey shorts, but discounted it. Then Mona was playfully lurching after Jeff jockey shorts, and when Mona had fallen back she caught a glimpse of his long white penis standing out stiffly in full erection from his naked loins. It looked big as a tree trunk as it stood out from his hairy pelvis, rock-hard and waving menacingly.
Jane realized she was gaping and tore her eyes away. Turning, she saw Larry Leyton coming after her. For some reason, the situation struck Jane as incredibly funny, and she was laughing all the while she struggled across the rug on her stomach with him pulling her panties down from her hips and finally stripping them off her long legs. She looked up to see Mona going after Matt, and Jeff after Nancy. The small Nancy shrieked as she clung to a chair, still giggling, and Allan jerked off the last vestiges of her modesty in shreds.
The room became a whirlpool of laughter and movement for an indeterminate amount of time until, simultaneously, everyone seemed to collapse on the rug exhausted.
"Now we're all naked," Jeff s voice boomed out.
Gasping for breath, Jane lay her cheek against the soft rug and tried to still the waves of laughter that kept surging through her from the liquor she had consumed. She could feel Larry Leyton edging closer and closer to her as she lay on her side, facing the crackling fireplace. The warmth of the leaping flames soon joined with the warm, inner glow of the booze, and Jane felt herself drifting off, though not to sleep. Instead, it was soft and cozy and she felt very active, though she wasn't really moving. She wouldn't have been aware of her nakedness, but for the pleasure it brought her, the heat of the fireplace glowing over her tanned thighs and white buttocks, penetrating deep inside her… relaxing her… soothing her.
Larry Leyton was behind her now, not quite touching her, but only inches away, his tall body shaped to hers like two spoons fitted together. She opened her eyes, fighting off sleep, wanting to stay in the same mental state she was so enjoying now. In the process, her eyes caught on Jeff, a few feet from the flames. He was lying next to Nancy, stroking his hands over her trimly rounded buttocks as she lay on her side. Jeff s body was behind the small woman, but Jane had no trouble seeing him, since he was so much larger than the small Mrs. Leyton. As they lay facing Jane, the bright orange flames lighted them well, and she saw Nancy resisting Jeff s attentions, though not with any great effort. Jane thought she should look away but she couldn't… she felt almost hypnotized by the salacious spectacle, and she was too curious.
As she lay on her side, Nancy covered her budding breasts with her hands, trying to protect them from Allan's fingers moving over her nakedly curving hips and steadily upward. His fingers dug under her covering palms to grasp her round, high set breasts, and simultaneously the rest of his enormous nude body pressed up closer from behind against the young woman's ripely curvaceous form.
Jane trembled involuntarily as she felt Larry Leyton's hand stroking a delicate line, back and forth, over the side of her naked thigh and flaring hip. At the same time, he eased up behind her until his body was pressed flat against her own. She felt an unmistakable hardness against her buttocks… it seemed to jerk and grow larger against her tingling ass-cheeks as his hand continued to stroke gently, methodically, over her hip. She twisted slightly, and the long stiffness slipped into the fleshy crevice between her buttocks, where it swelled to even bigger proportions. She started to wiggle forward but couldn't, the fireplace was too close. Instead, she opted for pretending not to notice, hoping that no one else would either.
Just as she was going to look for her husband, the scene between Jeff Allan and Nancy Leyton caught her eye. Jeff had rolled the slightly built woman over face-down on the rug and was crawling up between her trembling legs from behind as she lay on her stomach. His large hands were spreading her white resilient asscheeks apart, and suddenly he lowered his head to lick his tongue between the shadowy crevice of her buttocks!