She stripped off her dress, yanked her panties down to her knees, grabbed John's hand, and shoved it between her legs. "Cop a feel of that for a second and see if you can get into it."
John's rod blasted erect so fast that he almost got into it pants, underpants and all.
By this time Sean had his clothes off and he was onto Virginia before she had time to shout "Free Fucks!" again. With one good shot he plowed her furrow dead-center and the soft casing of youthful pussy closed over him. He started humping away at a mile a minute.
Joe and the Princess took the other end of the water bed. The Princess, never too slow to get her clothes off, waited while Joe unlaced his boots and flung his clothes to the winds.
"Whooopee! Ride 'em cowboy!" Virginia screeched as Sean got up high on her. She started bucking and slapped his ass with her palms. The two of them set up such huge waves in the water bed that by the time the Princess was laid out properly and Joe got into position over her he had trouble hitting the target. The Princess tried to hold it steady for him but it just wasn't as big as Virginia's and every time he made a stab at it, it moved. He hit her in the thighs, in the stomach-almost snagging her belly-button-in the ass, the water bed. He got up off her and shouted, "Time out, dammit!"
Sean froze.
Andrea, who was about to sit down on John's king-sized thing as he sat in an easy-chair, turned to see what the trouble was.
Joe pointed to the Princess's puss. "That motherfucker's jumping around like a goddamned jackrabbit! Chinese are not natural marksmen!"
The haitus in the frenzy was all he needed. Without further ado he crammed it in and was off and humping. "Okay, everybody! Play ball!"
Sean and Virginia didn't need a second invitation. He'd already decided that she didn't have anything upstairs because it was all downstairs. She clamped on him, teased him, attacked him, until he was about to go crazy. Her big loose-lipped cunt felt like a plump, hairy pillow against his groin. She strained up to cover his mouth with hers and sucked his tongue as though it were a second cock. She tickled his ears and ran her nails down his back. She shoved her bulbous breasts against his chest and rubbed back and forth till he could feel their huge rock-hard nipples like little pebbles on floating cushions between them. She just plain liked fucking. She was like a kid on a wild roller-coaster ride. She wasn't much good at talking about it, maybe, but she was fantastic at doing it.
Andrea took it more slowly with John. He rubbed his palms over her nipples. She squatted down on him little by little, covering the tip of his cock with the hot, wet entrance to her hole, riding, down till it sprang free and shot up across her clit, and then repeating the motion. He bit his lip in tense expectation.
Suddenly he yelled, "Oh shit! I forgot! I completely forgot! How could I have done that? What time is it?"
Andrea exhaled-realizing for the first time she'd been holding her breath-and laughed. "What the hell do you mean, what time is it? It's time to fuck me, stupid!"
"No! I mean, yeah, but no! Don't you see? I forgot! Fuck, I said that already. Not fuck. Yeah, I said that too. But-I forgot…" He babbled on for a while.
Andrea was in stitches. Everybody else was too preoccupied to notice what was going on. The bed sloshed and creaked and the moanings and groanings added up to a minor symphony.
John got soft and Andrea slid down to rest on his lap. Finally he got it together to spit it out. "I've got a motherfucking date tonight! At eleven thirty! This chick is coming over to my place!"
Andrea searched the walls and caught sight of a clock in the kitchen. "It's twenty-five to twelve."
"PISS! I mean-nothing against you." He slapped her ass enthusiastically. "But like, I'm really crazy about this chick. I've been after her for a long time and I don't know how the hell I talked her into coming to my place in the middle of the night for a first date. She's a nurse and she gets off at eleven and I told her we'd go out for a… piss!"
"Go out for a piss?"
John was too numb to appreciate anything.
"There's only one solution," Andrea said.
"What?"
"Coitus interruptus." She got up. "Go ahead downstairs and see if she's there."
"If she's here she'll be in the hall outside. I told her to ring Freddy's bell if I didn't answer. In case the game went into extra innings or something."
"Maybe she's down at Freddy's."
"Not a chance. Freddy's gay and he's got a hot date tonight. He was going to give her a pillow and a can of beer and tell her to cool her buns in the hall up here."
"So take a look outside and see if she's here, numbskull."
"Like this? Sure. And what do I say? 'Sorry, but I was detained by a slight orgy?' And then I wave my schwantz at her, right?"
"Might not be such a bad idea. Nice to get everything out in the open right away."
"Not with a chick like this."
"Oh-the innocent young thing, huh?"
"From upstate. Been in the city four months. Look, if I open the door she's got to hear… see… smell… THAT." He waved in the direction of the bed full of writhing limbs.
"Fuck it. I'll look then. If she's there I'll say you called and said you'd be late getting back because… I don't know, the subway went the wrong way or something… and she should wait. Then you can slip down the fire escape and out the alley, back in through the front door, and-voila! So… get your ass into the kitchen."
John did as he was told.
"Could I have a little quiet in the fucking gallery, please?" Andrea said in the direction of the bed. The storm subsided mildly. She went to the door and peeked out.
There was a tall classy-looking chick with straight black hair, big brown eyes, long face, slightly prominent but regular nose, olive skin, and a bored expression sitting on a cushion in front of John's door drinking a beer and reading the sports section of the Daily News. She was pretty flat-chested but overall lithely and quite sensually proportioned. She wore a conservative flower-print pants suit. She smiled strangely at the face that poked out from behind the cover of Sean's door and waved with a drumming-the-fingers motion as though she'd expected to see Andrea.
"You John's date?"
"Who else would I be? I'm not the exterminator."
"Listen, John called and said… "
"Bullshit."
"Huh?"
"I said,bullshit." She smiled sweetly. "As in plain old ordinary brown bullshit." She folded her paper, knocked back the rest of her beer, left the can on the step, and moseyed over. "John called and said the subway went the wrong way or something, right?" She had a large canvas shoulder-bag that she adjusted easily to hang across her stomach. "Those doors aren't that thick, you know. I can hear everything that's going on in there." Her face was a cipher. Andrea tried to close the door and hide behind it.
"Don't be bashful. I've seen lots of naked chicks. Guys too. I'm a nurse." She craned her head to try to see in. "Never caught an orgy, though." Andrea relented and she shoved the door open.
Two couples stopped in mid-fuck.
"Where's John? That piece of chicken-shit! Hiding in the kitchen?" She stepped in and closed the door behind her. She repeated her dainty wave in the direction of the bed. "Don't let me interrupt you. I'm just here to check the plumbing."
There was an uncomfortable shuffling noise from the kitchen.