There was more shuffling from the kitchen.
'Come out here and face up to this like a man! And don't come out with anything on, because that's not the way you went in! Besides, I want to check out your equipment'
Andrea collapsed onto the couch. The incredible had struck again. There had to be some explanation.
'If you turn out to be needle-dick the bug-fucker, I'm going home!'
John finally emerged timidly from between the kitchen's double doors. He looked like he'd spent an hour in an electric blender. 'Look,' he began sheepishly, 'I know what you think, but… '
'But me no buts, wise-ass. Just finish up what you were doing.' She sat down on the couch next to Andrea, opened her pocket-book, and took out some knitting. She smiled graciously. 'I'll watch.'
John's jaw looked like somebody had pulled the pin out of its hinge. His arms hung limply at his sides. He didn't know whether this was good or bad, or whether it was for real.
'Fuck her, stupid! That's what you were doing, wasn't it? Coitus interruptus, for Christsake! I wouldn't have put up with it, frankly.' She stole a glance at the bed and seemed stimulated. 'If you hurry up you might even get the first crack at me. Otherwise I think I'll take on that studly looking guy with the beard.'
John knocked his head like he was trying to get marbles out of it.
'Am I allowed to pass?' Andrea asked. 'I think maybe John would rather… ' She stopped. 'What's your name, anyhow?'
'Joanna. Yeah, you're allowed to pass, I guess. But really, I'd like to see this creep do his stuff.' She chuckled reflectively. 'Maybe I'll decide it would be fitting punishment for him if I balled with those other guys and didn't give him a piece.'
Andrea laughed and shook her head incredulously. Joanna looked to be about as cool a chick as she'd ever come across. Besides, she could see the sensuality oozing out of her. She wondered what had given John the impression that Joanna was uptight. She turned to John. 'Well, I'll leave it up to you.'
In the background Virginia came with an ecstatic screech. The Princess squirmed out from under Joe and turned around so he could come at her from behind. His dick, glistening with her juices, eased up between her tight little ass cheeks and disappeared.
'Don't leave it up to him,' Joanna advised. 'He doesn't know his peter from my twat. You want it? Take it. You don't want it? Maybe I shouldn't want it either.' She looked at John tauntingly. 'Who the hell wants a reject?'
There was a moment of stony silence. John's rod looked like a piece of overcooked macaroni. He shifted from foot to foot uneasily.
'Okay,' Joanna relented, putting aside her knitting. 'I look pretty stupid sitting around here with my clothes on, right? And John's got a piece of soggy pasta for a prick. Now that's not going to do anybody any good.' She stood up and reached behind her to draw down the zipper to her pants suit. 'So maybe if I strip'-she put a funny accent on 'strip'-'I'll inspire him to put some stuffing in his manicotti.'
She muttered an aside to Andrea. 'I may be Polish but I know how to cook Italian-style.'
She continued her oration. 'And then he'll be able to do some justice to that horny pussy he left you with.' She glanced pointedly at the matted wetness of Andrea's auburn cunt-hair. 'After that we'll see what's going on.'
All eyes were on Joanna, although John looked as if his vision was awfully fuzzy.
Joanna let her pants suit fall to a puddle at her feet. She was wearing a sheer bra and plain cotton panties. 'Now I warn you,' she said as she unhooked the bra, 'I've got little tits, and I'm uptight about it.' She shed the bra and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. Her tits were little, all right, but they pointed out sharply to a pair of attractive brownish nipples. 'But I think I've got a really nice ass.' She pulled the panties off and before anyone got a good look at her cunt she turned around. 'See?' She ran her fingers delicately down over her smoothly curving buttocks like a model pointing out a particularly attractive feature of a new gown.
There was no doubt about it. She had one of the finest asses in the history of womankind. Exquisitely sculpted, basically the same ski-slope shape as Andrea's, but with firmer and more finely delineated buttocks that jutted just enough to be tantalizing without protruding grossly. The flesh was smooth and creamy and the buttocks were nicely separated by the deep, regular cleft between them. Sean, who considered himself a connoisseur of fine asses, frankly preferred it to Andrea's. But only as an isolated ass. Joanna's hips had a girlish lilt to them that, while it fitted her form perfectly, somehow lacked the overt sensuality, the earth-mother image, of Andrea's subtly exaggerated lines.
'Beautiful,' Andrea gladly admitted. She reached out uncertainly. 'Can I touch it?'
'You can eat it if you want to.'
'Maybe later.' She stroked Joanna's ass reverently and then cupped the cheeks in her hands. The flesh was surprisingly heavy given the overall lightness of its shape but it gave and sprang back like a cake that's done just right. She bounced the cheeks up and down. Joanna closed her eyes for a second, obviously enjoying herself and not at all hung up about it. She turned slowly around to confront John with her pussy. 'As for this,' she said, running her fingers down through her jet-black cunt-hair and then pulling up to pout the lips out and stretch them up, 'I suppose it's just another cunt.'
'Looks like a classic to me,' Andrea commented, noticing the flushed tan of her clit jutting up out of the slick surrounding flesh like an arrowhead. She reached down and gave it a delicate flick with her finger. Joanna shuddered and grinned and her knees buckled.
She snickered at John. 'What's the matter, there, Horny Harry? Still in an advanced state of shock?' John's rod was firm and straight and sticking out brazenly in front of him like a blind man's cane. Joanna punched Andrea playfully on the shoulder. 'See? That did the trick. Moral is that his cock knows what it's doing even if he doesn't. You reckon it can see out of that little eye?'
She sat down abruptly, crossed her legs, and picked up her knitting. She looked at John and gestured toward Andrea. 'Go do it, dumbbell.'
There were scattered giggles from the bed.
John shrugged his shoulders in capitulation.
Joanna grabbed Andrea's ass and squeezed it. 'Mmmmm. Nice.' Andrea nodded appreciatively. 'Just thought I'd return the compliment.'
The party on the bed got mixed up in the middle of a partner change and ended up in an undifferentiated foursome. Joanna amused herself trying to see who was connected to whom and how as John resumed his original position in the chair and Andrea sidled up to him.
Joanna figured that Sean had his rod up the Princess's puss from behind-or maybe it was up her ass, it was hard to tell for sure-as they lay on their sides, and Virginia Vagina was draped over them with her face between Sean's ass cheeks, either sucking his balls or licking his hole. Joe was down around her holy area eating everything in sight and the Princess was stroking his cock. Meanwhile Sean had one hand on the Princess's right tit and the other on Virginia's ass, holding it open to give Joe's hungry tongue more ready access. Joanna was tempted to get up and inspect the configuration from closer range but she stayed put for the moment to keep her eye on the progress between John and Andrea.
It was really quite sexy the way Andrea wiggled her ass and wormed John's rod gradually into her, circling around to wedge her cunt open. John also seemed to have nice nipple-rubbing technique. At least Andrea was enjoying it because her mouth was hanging open and her tongue was hanging out and she was panting like a dog on a hot day.
Joanna wouldn't have admitted it, but this was one of her favorite fantasies come true-watching a real stud of a guy getting off on another chick (and a truly beautiful one at that) and knowing that when he was done with her, she'd be the next in line. There was something about the idea of a guy's rod wet and sticky with the juice from another girl's cunt and the sperm of his orgasm with her that made Joanna's inner thighs quiver. She could already see John finishing with Andrea and strolling over to her. She could feel that wet worm probing up inside her. She reached down and fingered her clit surreptitiously under her knitting.
Andrea got all the way down on John and he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them hard. As she started to get wound up he pulled the cheeks apart and circled a finger on her asshole. That really got her off. She jounced up and down. John leaned back to let her grind her pelvis against his and trap her clit just where she wanted it. He had good technique.
Then Andrea's back arched and tiny cries escaped from her lips. John's rod rammed all the way up inside her and stayed there. He closed his eyes and swiveled his hips and from the way he clenched his teeth Joanna could tell
