"Tony. We've got to go!" Linda stood up, trying to edge past the touching pair.
"I bet mine are larger." Karen stood up, fumbling with the top button of her blouse. The button parted, the slopes of two large tits appeared. More flesh showed with the second button. "Al always says how big my tits are. And how much he likes them." The third button was the key. It opened and nearly all of Karen's big pair appeared. "How's that?" She drew back the blouse, baring both jugs.
"Yeah. Great big tits." Carl stepped to her.
"They're firm, too." Karen shrugged off her blouse and let it flutter to the floor. Her tits stuck straight out, the nipples wide, twin circles of puckered flesh the size of half-dollars. "Real firm."
"Yeah." Carl pushed his hand right down on the left boob. "For sure." He touched both breasts.
"Tony. Come on." Linda eased past Brenda.
"What's your hurry?" Al held her with one arm on her waist. "Party's just getting started."
"Yeah. Don't run off, Tony." Brenda turned, thrusting her naked chest at the man.
"Tony has all of that that he wants from me!" Linda grabbed her fiance's arm and hauled him toward the far end of the room.
"What's the matter, Tony? Can't you get it up?" Carl took one hand from Karen's boob and waved.
"You didn't say it was this kind of a party, Carl." Tony stood looking at the four exposed tits.
"I want you to stay, Tony. You're cute." Karen swayed toward him. "Real cute."
"Look, we don't go for this kind of thing. Okay?" Tony backed away.
"For what kind of thing, Tony?" Karen cooed, moving right up to him. "Don't you like sex?" She planted her boobs right on his shirt front.
"Yeah. Sure. Of course I do." He backed into the wall.
Karen crushed her tits to the man. "I want you to stay, Tony. Please." She touched his face, wriggling the tits tighter to him.
"Tony!" Linda glared at him. "Let's go."
"Yeah. Okay, honey." He tried to get away from Karen without touching her boobs.
"I bet Carl's right," Brenda said loudly. "I bet Tony can't get it up." She walked toward him.
"He can so!" Linda said, defending her man. "He can do it real good."
"There's one way to find out. Isn't there?" Brenda's hand groped Tony's crotch. "Have you got what it takes?"
"Sure." He pulled away, shoving her arm to the side. "But it's not for you. It's for Linda." He turned, almost at the door.
"You can just watch if you want to," Carl said. "How about it, Linda? Have you ever seen screwing? Up close? Real live screwing?"
"No." She turned away.
"You want to watch. Don't you, Tony." It was not a question.
"Not tonight."
"He's just scared, Carl," Al said.
"Think about that." Carl stood at the side of the door. "Just think of what the other guys win say when they find out you can't get it up."
"You bastards." Tony looked at them, his hands curling into fists.
"We'll do it, too," Al said. "You know we will." He put a hand on Karen's tits, touching both women at the same time.
"Tony…" Linda looked at him, fearful, trembling.
Tony looked at the men. Al was taller and Carl was heavier. He couldn't light them. Not both at once. "Just what all goes on, anyway?" His hands uncoiled.
"Tony." Linda clung to her man, both hands gripping his arm tightly.
"It's just for fun, honey." Karen looked at Linda and caressed Al's thigh. "Just for fun." Her fingers roamed over the man's crotch.
"Linda and I are going to get mated. We don't make it with other people. Not ever."
"Hey. Nobody said you had to." Brenda touched Carl's crotch. "We can stick with our original partners."
"Tony. I'm scared. I want to go borne. Now." Linda tugged at his arm.
"Let her go, Tony. You can fuck Brenda if you want to…" Carl fondled the black-haired woman's tits with both hands.
"Or you can fuck Karen," Al offered, one hand on the brunette's pussy, fingers crawling over her tight capris.
"Tony. Let's go." Linda was very scared.
"I tell you what," Carl said. "Brenda and I will start it off. You just sit and watch. If that doesn't get you in the mood, nothing will." He kissed a nipple lightly.
"Yeah. Maybe Linda's really frigid or something, Tony. Better find that out before you get married." Al led Karen toward a couch.
"You don't have that much choice, Tony."
"Yeah." Tony looked at Linda. "It's just to keep them happy, Linda. I've got to or they'll make it hell for meat work. Okay?" His arms held her lightly.
"If-if you have to." She stood very still, shrinking from his touch. "But I don't like it."
"I don't either, honey. But… but, I have to." He hugged her for a moment, then let her go when there was no response.
"Okay. Then that's settled." Brenda moved to the bar. "Everybody gets another drink. Then we do it." She poured a stiff batch of bourbon for herself and slugged it back in one gulp.
Carl fixed drinks including beers for Tony and Linda.
Tony led Linda to a couch facing Al and Karen. They sat side by side, the beers untouched on the floor, his arm around Linda's shoulders.
Brenda turned out most of the lights. The fire glowed and flickered, then splashed higher as Carl slung another log on it.
"How do you want it, honey?" Brenda stood between the two couches, facing the fire.
"It'll have to be on the floor." Carl pulled the coffee table out of the way.
"Oh, yeah! I love it on the floor." Brenda started to take off her gold capris.
"Oh, my God, Tony. They're really going to do it." Linda clung to him tightly.
"We sure as hell are." Brenda tossed away the capris. Black bikini panties rode low, just barely above her pussy, clinging tightly over her hips and ass, the flimsy fabric tight enough to show the outline of her snatch.
Carl tugged his shirt over his head. His chest was wide, dark curly hair crawling in two dense patches. A swath of dark hair swarmed over his belly, plunging into the top of his pants.
Linda closed her eyes and turned her head away. Al pulled Karen closer, hands touching slowly around on her breasts, running over her stomach to touch her crotch from time to time. Her hands were roaming on his chest and sides, with an occasional trip to his pants.
Carl took a key from his pant's pocket and went to a tail cupboard at the far end of the bar. He unlocked it and swung back the full length double doors.
Inside was a full set of bondage gear. The firelight flickered on black leather and gleaming steel bands, on chrome hand-cuffs and thick chains, on wide belts and dangling narrow straps.
"Jesus!" Tony gasped, staring at the large assembly of equipment.
"Oh! OH!" Linda allowed herself a peek. She gasped, deeply frightened by the display. The gear hung on the inside of the doors as well as filling the cabinet itself.
"I told you the kind of action go for," Carl said.
"Let's really show them what it's all about," Brenda said, starting to twirl her nipples in her fingers.
"We sure will." Carl picked up a length of thick hemp rope and turned toward Brenda. "Strip," he ordered.
Brenda rolled the tight panties lower on her hips, the cloth sliding under her palms, turning into thin hands. The black hair over her pussy showed at the top, then the twat appeared as she pushed the panties to her feet. Rising, she turned to face Tony, smiling right at him. She kicked the panties away and stood totally nude. Two fingers touched her cunt and she spread the delicate flesh to show off the bright pink interior.
Tony stared at the bare snatch just a foot or so from his face. He pulled Linda closer with one arm.
Carl came up behind Brenda, the rope stretched between his hands. "You ever seen real live fucking before, Tony?"
"Uh, no. Never have," He kept looking at Brenda's box.
"Then this will be a real education." He made a large loop with the rope and passed it over Brenda's head, his hands drawing it tight just above her breasts.