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!
Jane gasped as she saw her neighbor's husband obscenely use his tongue between Mrs. Leyton's nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, his huge cock poling downward as he bent forward, rubbing against the carpet. Nancy tried to squirm away, but it was useless.
Momentarily, he released her buttocks and moved his hands under her slender waist to jerk her up to her knees, positioning the soft moons of her ass directly in front of his visibly throbbing penis. Jane watched in amazement as he leaned down to her upraised buttocks again, using his tongue to wet the split between the two fleshy globes. What is he doing? What's going on? Jane wondered in an alcoholic haze. More than anything Jane was hypnotized by Jeff s long thick cock. Whether or not it was the effects of the liquor, she couldn't tell, but it seemed enormous… bigger than she remembered from that night he had eagerly fucked both her and Mona. And now, as he licked at and wet the violently trembling anal crevice of Nancy Leyton, he was massaging his impatient hardness in his free hand to even more monstrous proportions. Jane felt that what she was watching wasn't somehow real, and although the woman struggled, Jane felt no call to help her. Instead, she watched totally engrossed as Jeff released his throbbing pole of flesh from his hand and began to rub it squarely between the woman's wildly shaking buttocks.
What's he going to do? Why is he in back of her?
Jane was so enraptured by the salacious scene occurring in front of her that she didn't notice Larry's hand moving from her hips, down over her own buttocks, and in between her full firm upper thighs. Suddenly, noticing, she jerked, but it was too late; his hand was already inserted between her thighs from behind, his fingers lightly grazing over her sparse blonde pussy hair. Before he had been nudging against her from behind, but now Jane bolted at the thought that others would see the lewd things he was trying to do to her. She pulled a pillow down on the rug in front of her naked abdomen, and clamped her thighs tightly together. But her moment of distraction merely provided him the opening he needed, and by the time she had rearranged herself his hand was deep up between her legs, steadily fingering her surprisingly wet cuntal lips from behind.
Jane felt an indescribable shudder of excitement race through her sensually awakening body as his hand caressed the warm wet flesh up between her inner thighs. She reached behind herself to pull his hand away by the wrist but the strong grip he had on her couldn't be broken, no matter how hard she tugged. Her eyes flashed around the room for Matt, wanting to discover if he had noticed, and she got the shock of her life!
All thought of Larry's hand gently massaging her defenseless vaginal furrow faded before the image of Mona Allen and Jane's own husband. The voluptuous brunette had crawled over Matt's naked body and was straddling him, her face poised directly over his long white cock which reared straight up out of his abdomen like a small flagpole. Mona reached down for his fully erect prick and guided it to her wetly opened mouth. Jane held her breath as she saw the huge bulbous head of her husband's cock make contact with Mona's eagerly parted lips. The dark-haired woman moved the thick fleshy shaft around and around in front of her beautiful face for a moment, breathing softly against its lust-swollen rod, and then with a deep hungry sigh, enveloped her warm wet mouth around the mushroom shaped tip.
Matt's hotly throbbing cock sliding up into the warm suction created by Jeff s wife's mouth made a lewd wet sound as it entered. Mona lowered her head down on the rigid rod of flesh, all the way until Jane could see
