Before that evening was through Tina had been sandwiched by both the men and the women. First Buck and Roy had worked her over and then Candy and Joan had taken over. Tina seemed to recall coming a dozen times that night. Not bad for an amateur, but she was sore as hell for a week after that little party.
The memories of her initiation had overcome her, and Tina discovered that, as she pulled up in front of the address she was heading for, she was sitting in a puddle of her own pussy juice. Well, she thought, within the very next hour that anxious little cunt of mine is going to have more than it can handle. And, she added as an afterthought, my future will be secure.
Meanwhile, she pulled a spare pair of sheer bikini panties out of her bulky purse and shook the wrinkles out of them. She hiked her micro-skirt up around her waist and slipped the wet pair down over her hips, to the floor and let them drape over the accelerator pedal. Tina pulled a handful of paper tissues from her purse and wiped herself dry. She also wiped the seat and then poured two drops of perfume into the palm of her hand and massaged it thoroughly into her crotch, stopping only when she found that she was starting to excite herself.
She pulled the fresh panties on quickly, smoothed her skirt and stepped from the car.
Well, Tina thought, it's now or never. And drawing a deep breath, she walked up the cobblestone path to the door of the well-kept brownstone and rang the bell.
CHAPTER THREE
It took about two minutes for the door to open and Tina could hear the sounds of the party. The music was loud, but not nearly loud enough to mask the sounds of sex – the panting, the squealing and the grunting. The door was answered by a handsome young stud who was wearing a pair of bikini briefs that barely contained his cock.
"You must be Tina," he said as he surveyed her lounging in the doorway. His cock hardened as he watched her and Tina could see it. She swayed gently, let her hips jut out ever so slightly.
"And you must be Gary," she smiled back, hitching her skirt up slightly to let even more of her thighs show.
He stepped aside to let her enter and Tina squeezed through the doorway, letting her firm buttocks press against Gary's cock. It felt good against her ass, and if Gary was getting turned on, so was she.
Gary pointed her toward George and Martha the hosts of this little affair – their son had just turned sixteen and this party was being given in his honor. Today he would learn about sex from every woman in the room, and if sixteen-year-old Cliff was excited about that prospect, so was practically every woman in the room because little Cliff had had them all creaming in their pants for the past couple of summers as he wandered around the country club swimming pool.
Tina followed George and Martha up to their room. If she could make a good impression on them her reputation as a super-orgiast would be assured and she'd be much in demand all around town. She surveyed George, tall with jet black hair and a mat of thick hair almost entirely covering his body. Martha was slender with small firm breasts that Tina could see through the almost sheer shortie gown she was wearing.
"You really turn me on," Martha said to Tina, taking Tina's hand and leading her to the bed. "I'll bet that you have a nice, soft, wet pussy for me and George to suck on, don't you?"
Tina smiled, and without taking her skirt off, let her bikini panties slip from between her legs to the floor. They were showing traces of moisture, and George scooped them from the floor and sniffed them.
"Sweet as honey," he smiled as he continued staring at Tina.
Tina was used to the stares and decided to make the most of them. She led George and Martha to the bed and pushed them down and then stepped back. She was going to do her little dance, and she was going to do it like she'd never done it before. She gyrated her hips around in a circle and then made a similar motion with her shoulders. The movement of the shoulders sent her breasts jiggling and rubbing against the sheer fabric of her blouse. Her nipples grew fully erect and strained against the blouse as Tina started twisting and turning her body slowly at first, and then speeding up the tempo. Her hair flew in every direction as she gyrated madly, her breasts danced as if they had a life of their own, straining against the fabric of the blouse, springing free through the low-cut neckline, and then bouncing back under the flimsy blouse.
Tina's body was coated with sweat as she speeded up her gyrations. Her cunt lips were rubbing furiously against each other and she was getting excited. Her dancing had caused her skirt to ride high up her thighs and as she continued George and Martha could catch flashes of the dense black bush that shielded her twat. Martha was holding her left breast in one hand as George fondled the other, her other hand was between her legs furiously fingering her aching clit. Suddenly Tina slowed down and planted her feet wide apart and started doing the limbo dance, bending back as far as she could and wiggling under an imaginary bar. She felt the cool air conditioned breeze as she spread her legs and squirmed toward her hosts. Her cunt lips parted behind her black bush and suddenly she felt herself pushed backward into the deep pile rug. Martha had leaped from the bed and buried her bared teeth in Tina's cunt and was hungrily lapping up the sweet juices that were oozing from that honeypot.
Tina lay back, her head entirely covered by her hair, exhausted from her vivacious dance.
She was excited by the dancing alone, but now she felt Martha's tongue making long, even strokes, licking her cunt dry and lingering over her clitoris. Tina's breathing became steady and then rhythmic as she felt her body moving inexorably toward orgasm. Martha had a very educated tongue and she enjoyed a good cunt as much as she enjoyed good cock.
Martha was on her knees, bent over Tina's crotch, with her own ass perched high in the air as she sucked Tina dry. George had had more than any man could take watching his wife sucking one of the most beautiful cunts in the world. He slipped off his shorts and launched himself at his wife, sinking his cock through the golden hairs of her crotch and deep into her gash. Martha gasped as she felt George's tool slide hilt-deep inside of her. Her cunt was sopping wet and George's tool slid all the way in. Martha started sliding back and forth, taking long licks at Tina's cunt, from top to bottom, and at the same time pushing and pulling George's prick in and out of her own cunt.
Tina couldn't take it any more. Martha's licking was arousing enough, but Martha also had a cute little trick of taking Tina's clit into her mouth and rolling it around and around and finally biting it gentle from top to bottom. Tina was coming, but oh how she ached to have a man's cock deep inside her hungry twat. Tina squirmed under Martha's continued assault and now she took her own breasts in her hands and started squeezing in rhythm with Martha's licking. Suddenly everything went black and Tina felt her body turn rigid as she came.
Meanwhile George continued his assault on Martha, who now had her golden-haired head buried in Tina's crotch, while Tina lay resting, watching the couple bang away through the screen of her black hair which still covered her head. Tina could feel Martha's body vibrating and she knew that Martha was about to come. She looked at George and saw him gasping for air like a drowning man; he was about to come, too. Tina slid closer to the banging couple, cradling Martha's head in her crotch, and suddenly she felt Martha push hard against her. George gasped as he felt the come shooting out of his cock and deep into Martha's gash.
The trio lay on the floor for a few moments, resting, but fondling each other and getting ready for a second go at each other.
"Don't you think that she and Cliff should go at it?" Martha asked her husband.
"It's about time. I think that some of our female guests downstairs are aching for a shot too, but Cliff should definitely start off with the best," George smiled, fondling Tina's breasts. "And this is it."