Nick curls his middle finger while continuing to rub along Kath’s medial plane. Kath gives a small yelp, accompanied by a single spasm.
“Jesus Nick, you’re as bad as a doctor,” chides Brooke. “Look at her clitoris, it’s too erect to attack like that. Let me show you.”
Brooke spreads Kath’s right leg widely, abducting it out past her own body and shifting Kath diagonally on the table. She is now positioned between Kath’s legs, Kath’s right thigh hooked over her left elbow while the other leg supports itself, the foot planted on the table surface. Brooke is running her hand up the inside of that thigh, closing in on its target, but in the last few inches changes direction going under Kath’s leg to grasp the other hip.
Brooke leans forward and with a wide tongue, licks Kath’s vagina from perineum to clitoral hood, then returns for alternating licks along each labia.
“Aaaaagh,” gasps Kath in rapture. Others are similarly vocalizing their astonishment. A quiet, “Holy fuck,” are the only fully formed words I can make out, possibly from Kim.
Kath has grasped the back of Brooke’s hands with her own, pressing them tighter to her squirming hips, while cunnilingus is administered skillfully, tongue now circling the vaginal opening.
I realize Brooke wasn’t entirely protecting Kath earlier. She wanted her.
Katherine is mewing now, anticipating Brooke’s return to her clitoris, and the release she desperately seeks. She wriggles on the table repositioning herself across it, to better offer her sex to Brooke. Her head is hanging off the opposite side as she reaches up past it to grasp at someone, anyone. Her arms remind me of coral tentacles blindly sweeping for food. She touches TB first, clutching his clothing to draw him in. She glances up at her catch; she may have been expecting Nick, who was standing there earlier, but it’s of no consequence. She nuzzles his groin, pressing her face into the firm penis she can feel there, too far gone to deal with the simple drawstring tie of his track pants.
TB obliges by pushing his waistband down, freeing his erect member. Pornography conditions us to expect a ‘foot-long black salami’, but this was no such monster. There is no standardized method for measuring penis length, although, admittedly, by whatever chosen dimension, it is larger than my own and significantly weightier as a consequence.
Kath is struggling with angles and offsets, trying to get TB’s member into her mouth. She tries a few lollipop-type licks, before attempting to take the glans, the head of his penis, from the side. It’s a bit of a stretch for her mouth – and I’ve seen her wolf down steamed dumplings whole.
Katherine’s oral struggle is interrupted. The foot of the table is a good vantage point for me to see Brooke roll her tongue (something I cannot do) and slide it down over Kath’s erect clitoris. Kath can only give up her attempts on the black member and grasp Brooke’s head. Soon she is the one providing the motion with rapid pelvic nutations, Brooke simply holding her tongue steady for it to be speared obscenely by Kath’s feminine phallus.
Katherine’s coveted orgasm arrives quickly with such direct stimulation. Gasps and groans emanate almost continuously now, her entire breast and face flushing vividly red. At one point, she grunts and throws her head back with such vigor that Ryan jumps forward to cradle it out of concern. She has stopped her thrusting now and is clamping Brooke’s head with her thighs, while the waves of bliss surge through her. Brooke seems to be extending the rapture; whenever the tremors diminish, a press of her tongue triggers a new spasm that seems to radiate from the groin, shooting both down Kath’s legs and up her torso synchronously.
Soon, Kath can bear no more. She is shaking her head and reaching down to clumsily push Brooke away, her ventilation still rapid and in shallow breaths. “No more. No more,” she murmurs.
I am dumbfounded. Apart from childbirth, I have never seen such intensity, such fervor, from Katherine before. Others seem to be similarly affected. There is a reverence in the room, for what we have witnessed.
The silence is broken by the topless Sarah, now with her hand moving rapidly inside her pants. “Ah, ah, ah,” she repeats, with increasing sharpness. Her other hand is on Kim’s shoulder. Kim is hugged against her side, head on Sarah’s shoulder, one hand low on her belly the other around her waist. Sarah has her own head turned into Kim’s, pressed together to eke out a private intimacy, until her orgasm hits and she doubles over with a final extended gasp. Kim supports her, while she is weakened by the climax, still running its course.
Katherine is recuperating as she watches the pair. Her breathing is now normalizing. TB is still there with his pants around his ankles and she turns to look up at him with a smile, remembering her disrupted actions of a minute ago. Lifting her head from Ryan’s supporting hands and untangling her legs from Brooke, she rolls over on the table affording a more comfortable approach to his penis; this time, taking it deeply into her mouth. “Oh yeah,” TB says, giving Ryan a firm pat on the shoulder for no particular reason.
Kim leaves Sarah at the head of the table, resting on her elbows to recover, and moves in closer to watch Katherine work on TB’s shaft, eyes wide with astonishment.
Apart from his socks, Nick has fully undressed and moved to the opposite side of the table at Katherine’s posterior position, her superb buttocks jutting invitingly over the edge of the table.
Once again, Brooke proves to have kept her wits about her. She stops Nick with a serious look. “Your last screening was clear, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” he replies.
“Okay then. Wait for a green light from Katherine, don’t just go shoving it in,” she warns him, before looking my way to check on me.
I’m still bewildered. I’m leaning on the foot of the table, palms down, elbows locked. I realize I’ve been gently rocking, pressing my penis against the table edge. “Wow,” I say to Brooke.
She smiles and nods once, happy enough with my state of mind, then gets back to the business of orchestrating an orgy.
Nick has been feeling Katherine’s ass, but is impatient for more. He takes his penis in his hand and starts sliding the glans across Kath’s well-lubricated opening. She is trying to vocalize something with moans, but it is unintelligible, her mouth still bobbing on TB’s member. After a few external strokes by Nick, she lithely lifts her right leg and hooks his upper thigh with her heel, pressing him inwards.
Nick looks to Brooke. “That’ll do” she responds, with a chuckle.
Nick adjusts for his next stroke and enters Katherine deeply, thrusting until his loin is pressed firmly against her sexiest feature. A growl from Nick and a moan from Kath, not entirely unintelligible this time – it definitely conveys satisfaction.
Nick holds his thrust deeply for a few seconds. I know the feeling – wanting to prolong the bliss of being buried deeply inside Kath, conforming to her contour, only to be overwhelmed by the urge to thrust again; but this, of course, requires an initial, unwanted, retreat. Biology takes over, and soon enough, Nick settles into a rhythm older than the human species.
Beyond Kath, at the head of the table, Sarah has recuperated from her self-administered pleasure but remains leaning on her elbows, watching two of her past sexual partners penetrate Kath from both ends. “Go, Nick,” she encourages. Jess is opposite her, removing her black top to reveal a plain, blue, underwire bra. Sarah is very pretty, especially so with her full breasts hanging free to my view, but my eyes are drawn to the flawless skin of Jess. Slightly olive, it is a shade or two darker than the milky-white Sarah, probably some Mediterranean heritage there. With more inspection, I begin to notice the slightest of blemishes – a small mole on her epigastrium, a short scar on her right lumbar, a bruise there also – she is not perfect, she is better than that; she is real.
I want to go to her and complete her unclothing. To touch her. To ravish her. But my conscience resists my longing for this beauty. I have always been careful to hide my lust for Jess, not to show favoritism, not to devote undue time to her. She is half my age and a student in my care. Forbidden fruit. She and Sarah are watching Nick achieve his climax, his body slapping against Katherine’s backside, the earlier rhythm breaking down into the final spasmodic thrusts and grunts.
Jess locks eyes with mine, realizing I have been staring at her. She is undeniably aroused, but probably sees more in my gaze. Surely, my eyes will unmask my secret obsession. I turn away, sanity gaining a hold.
At the head of the table, Sarah is removing Sean’s T-shirt, her lust still unfulfilled according to the look in her eyes.
TB is becoming more animated, approaching orgasm, but remaining gentle with Katherine’s mouth, letting her control the movements. Kim, now at his side, is kissing him with an open mouth.
Brooke beckons Ryan over to where Nick is standing, now withdrawn from my wife, “Over here.”
Ryan walks around the head of the table, behind Sean and Sarah, who are now both topless, also embraced in a kiss. Brooke intercepts him behind Jess, probably for the same quiz she gave Nick. He answers her, but his eyes never leave Kath’s ass, which is seemingly wriggling for him invitingly but is actually acting as a counterweight to her bobbing head.
Screening over, Brooke asks, “Well, what are you waiting for? Do you want this?”
“Yes, but…” he replies.
“Yes but?” Brooke prompts.
“…I’m a virgin,” Ryan replies, “…it’s just never happened…”
“Then you’re mine!” Jess commands, in a husky voice I wouldn’t have believed a slight, young non-smoker could have mustered. “None of my partners have been virgins.” She places her palm on his chest and pushes him out towards one of the surrounding chairs. None of Katherine’s partners have been virgins either, I think to myself – but presumptions will be made by the young, I guess.
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