I was surrounded by a sea of naked bodies. Cocks descended into cunts or cunts bounced up and down on top of cocks. A few mouths sucked hard on big cocks and a few tongues toyed with dripping cunts. It was an incredible sight!
I found myself paying a lot more attention to the cunts than to the cocks. My eyes lingered much longer on the wet snatches around the room than on anything else. Then my eyes moved to Karen and Mike. Her cunt attracted me even more than my husband's own fantastic prick.
Mike was giving her little twat a real workout. It surprised me that she could take it, but somehow, she did. She even seemed to be enjoying it.
Karen had begun to come. Her spasming muscles contracted, relaxed, then contracted again. She involved every muscle in her lower body in her orgiastic dance of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Mike kept rocketing in and out of her spasming snatch, letting her feel the power and strength of his thick prick. It was a fearsome weapon, but I hardly noticed it as I stared at Karen's enticing hole.
'Ohhhh! Eahhhhh! Please shoot into me, Mike!' she begged.
Her moans got louder and louder. Then, as she felt Mike's cum shoot into her curd, she started moving up and down with fury, as if she wanted Mike to shoot right through her. 'Yes, yes, YES!' she cried, as if Mike needed verbal affirmation of his jizz shooting into her heated hole.
Barry had been fooled, thank God. He rolled off and patted me affectionately on the thigh. 'That was good, Lori. Real good,' he told me. I hardly felt his touch and I barely heard his words. By now, all I cared about was watching Karen come and I didn't care who knew it.
Karen's climax seemed to go on forever. I had never realized that a woman could stay at the peak for so long, even with a cock like Mike's inside her cunt. She soon lost her voice, stopped moaning and groaning, but she kept fucking, kept grinding her body against Mike's prick while he drove in and out of her hole. Only her frantic body movements and her clenched teeth showed that she was coming. Her pleasure had been so intense that she had temporarily lost her voice.
Finally, she finished. Her muscles relaxed and she lay back on the floor, exhausted. She gave a long sigh of satisfaction and then lay back, as if asleep. I felt an urge to run to her and embrace her, to let her regain her energy in my arms, but I held back. I had lost some control over myself, but I hadn't decided yet that I was ready to cross the line, ready to commit myself to having a lesbian experience. I wasn't sure I had lost my own inhibitions, although I was beginning to feel that I had. More important, I wasn't sure if my husband would be able to accept my interest in other women. Moreover, I didn't want to have my first lesbian experience at a party, in front of everyone else. So I held myself back.
I felt proud of myself for my self-restraint. Then, I lost most of it. Suddenly, I noticed what was going on in the far corner of the room and my self-control almost vanished. Two women, Ann, a small, dark-haired girl, and Vicky, a tall blonde, were in the classic cunt-eating position. They lay facing each other, each with her head buried in the other's snatch.
It was an incredibly erotic sight, one that excited my newly developed sensibility to the eroticism of lesbian sex. I could see Vicky's back and ass, as well as the top of Ann's head emerging from between Vicky's legs. Ann's jet-black hair made a pleasant contrast to Vicky's pink flesh. At the other end, I could see the back of Vicky's head as she burrowed into Ann's cunt. Her head obscured Ann's cunt from my view.
As I watched, I felt a sharp stab of pleasure in my cunt. The sight was almost too much for me. I positioned myself close to them on the floor so that I could look down the lengths of their two intertwined bodies. Now I could see Vicky's tongue snaking into Ann's small hole and, as I looked beyond, I could see Ann's little red tongue moving in and out of Vicky's wide twat.
The sound of their pussy-eating activities was enough to drive me out of my mind. Each girl made slurping, drinking sounds as she lapped up the fluids of the other girl's cunt. Their tongues smacked against the wet flesh, while each gave out smothered exclamations of pleasure, lost partially, but not completely, in the wet flesh.
I felt a strong impulse to join them, to shove my head between them, to pick one cunt or the other and run my tongue in and out of the wet hole, to force one of their heads between my legs to eat out my cunt. Fortunately, I wasn't carried away enough by my own desire to do something like that. I had already been indiscreet enough when I sat so close to them, watching them so intently. Surely someone had noticed, but I didn't care.
I was right not to care. As I found out later, Mike and many of the other people had already noticed changes in my behavior. They weren't blind and they would have had to be blind to miss the way that I had been looking at other women. And my activities earlier that evening had of course not gone unnoticed. I had not hidden my feelings as well as I had hoped. Perhaps, unconsciously, I realized that and my sudden inability to hide my new interest reflected that realization.
I tried to tell myself that I had acted with enough discretion to prevent anyone from realizing the depths of my craving. I didn't realize that everyone at the party, including my husband, had seen the way I was acting and had drawn accurate conclusions.
I felt a hand on my arm and turned around to see who it was. It was Karen. She held my arm tightly and looked into my eyes.
'Lori, I didn't know you liked girls,' she said.
'I'm just curious, that's all,' I told her.
'Oh, I'm sure that's all it is,' Karen said. Then she laughed and squeezed my arm more tightly.
I realized that I hadn't hidden my feelings very well. Karen knew enough about lesbianism to recognize it when she saw it. She wasn't one of the more actively bisexual women in our party-going groups, but she went through occasional periods of high interest in lesbianism. It seemed that I had reawakened her interest! She had been fucking my husband shortly before, but, now, she seemed to have eyes only for me.
I had mixed emotions about her attentions. I hoped she was interested in me, but, at the same time, more rationally, I hoped she was not. I wasn't really ready to have my first lesbian experience that night, at that party.
It wasn't doubts about my own feelings and what they meant that stopped me. I think by that point I had ceased my attempts to fool myself. I definitely needed another woman. The dream and my hard-to-conceal lusts told me that.
If I had let my new lusts dominate, I would have embraced Karen, pressed her body against mine, shoved her head between my legs, then felt her tongue on my cunt and my tongue on her little twat. But I wasn't ready to take that final step.
I worried about how Mike would feel. I didn't know if he could accept my lesbianism, especially if I began to have the same trouble reaching orgasm with him as I had that night with Barry. Mike had never suggested that I take part in the lesbian activities at the parties. I had seen him watch the other women go down on each other, and he had seemed to get aroused by the sight, but would he feel the same if I were involved in one of those lesbian couplings?
There was another problem. Provided I did go ahead and have sex with another woman, I didn't want to do it for the first time at a party, in front of the whole crowd. I've never been shy about sex, but I've always liked to try something for the first time in relative privacy.
Hence, when Karen confronted me, my conflicting feelings left me paralyzed. I did nothing except stare at her. Unfortunately, she took my silence as encouragement. Her hand moved up my arm, slowly, caressingly.
'What a surprise, Lori,' she said softly. 'I never would have expected it of you.' Her hand moved to my shoulder as she spoke.
I shrugged my shoulders, trying to get Karen to remove her hand. Again, she misinterpreted my actions, not illogically, given the eagerness with which I had been watching Ann and Vicky muff-diving a few moments before. Instead of removing her hand, Karen moved it to my left tit.
The touch of her hand on my tit galvanized me to action. I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my boob. 'Okay, Karen. That's enough,' I told her.
'What's the problem, Lori?' she asked, bewildered.
'I'm not ready, that's all,' I answered.
Karen wasn't really discouraged. She tried to touch me again, to soothe me, relax me, but I would have none of it. I stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting on the floor, her hand reaching for empty air.
Mike walked over to me. He looked angry. 'I'm tired, Lori,' he said. 'Let's get the hell out of here.'
I knew something was really wrong. Mike tired! That had never happened before at any of the parties. Had
