Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 35

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

Legalese ..

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After Louise and David had 'cleansed', Louise persuaded David to stay, and we all slept together in Louise and mine's bed. Louise started in the middle, but after a visit to the bathroom, I ended up between Louise and David.

Towards morning, I woke up to find David kissing me. We kissed passionately and just naturally started grinding our cocks together. After about five minutes I felt David's cock stiffen and twitch, and felt David's warm come splash and then smear onto my belly. That was enough for me as I instantly shot my load over David's cock and balls. I paused to wonder if Louise had picked up on what was going on, but she was out for the count. She'd put away a lot of vodka last night. When Louise had a lot to drink pretty much nothing would wake her up until she'd had her eight hours.

David headed to the bathroom and returned with a towel. After cleaning us both up, David whispered he had to go. I looked at the clock. Just before 6am. I needed to be up at 7. I asked David quietly if he wanted a coffee, but he said he really had to go as he had a mid-morning appointment in Hartford, and he needed to go home, freshen up, and drive there. He was working a make-up sales convention.

He told me to stay in bed, then said that he'd be in touch. He mentioned that the next Jayda date would be around January 6 or 7. 'Unless she was pregnant'. He also said he'd like to see me again. With or without Louise.

==

After yet another hectic day at work Friday, Saturday arrived and was no less hectic. I took care of the boys as Louise first went for a nail appointment (3 fucking hours to do a woman's nails, unbelievable, how could that be?). Louise came home for a late lunch, before heading back out for a hair appointment. Louise warned me it was a cut and color, and she was running late, but that she 'should' be home before six.

Louise told me she'd asked Shawna and her friend to be no later than six, but that I should get myself ready before she got home, as we were to meet Archie, his wife, and Randall and Joanne, for a drink before we went to the venue for this evening's entertainment. I still wasn't 100% on who all was going tonight, as I'd been tied up at work, and really hadn't tuned into this year's annual festive night out.

I managed to shower and shave with the boys playing in the bath tub. And as the boys played on their tablets in their pajamas in the bedroom, I got myself dressed. Yep, my trusted dark blue Armani came out of the wardrobe, but at least I had new shoes (burgundy leather loafers) and a new shirt, which was a dark wine color (the guy in the store had referred to it as 'maroon'). And I'd bought a pocket handkerchief to match the shirt.

I looked in the mirror and thought I looked pretty slick.

I was downstairs ready to go at about 5:15pm and I even poured myself a small Scotch. I hung my suit jacket beside my tan overcoat near the front door. It was cold out, I'd definitely be wearing the coat tonight.

I let the boys choose the channel on the TV and they settled on a Marvel animated young kids show while I sat and relaxed on the couch.

Now all I needed was Louise home so she could get dressed, and we'd be all set. Well, Shawna and her friend also needed to turn up to babysit.

It had been a while since I'd seen Shawna. I wondered how I would react. Fuck, I wondered how she would react. I felt a little pathetic when I openly wondered if she still had the hots for me. What was worse was that I really wanted her to still want me.

The doorbell rang at about half past five. I got up and answered the door.

The boys rushed excitedly to the door to greet Shawna. They really liked her. Shawna walked in wrapped in a white padded coat with a hood. Her companion walked in behind her. She had on a khaki winter overcoat, also with a hood.

Shawna said Hi, pretty coolly, before she took her coat off. She then crouched down and addressed the boys.

"Nathan, Jack, meet my friend Elisa!"

Elisa took her coat off.

"Hi, boys! Hi, Mr. Abbott."

Elisa looked about 18 or 19 years old. She was a pretty girl, make no mistake. But she was skinnier than I liked with very small tits. As she smiled at me I took in her pale skin and rosy cheeks, her deep blue eyes, her petite nose, and her thin pink lips. Elisa had long dark brown hair, a simple cut, parted in the center. She wore virtually no make-up I could see, maybe just some subtle eye shadow and mascara, pink lipstick.

Shawna stood up. I noticed she was holding a tote bag which had some stars and writing on the side. It said 'My name is Alexander Hamilton' with lots of other text scrawled over it, in lines, that made the overall design look like an American flag.

Shawna looked at me.

"Hi, Ron. Elisa and I are sleeping over. I'll just put our things in the spare room."

The boys ran upstairs behind Shawna, leaving myself and Elisa alone.

"Hi, Elisa. So, you're friends with Shawna?"

It wasn't my most imaginative opening gambit ever.

"Yes, Mr. Abbott. We used to be on the same track team, we've both given up though, but we're friends at college."

Elisa walked back to where she'd hung her coat and pulled out a thin pack of cigarettes and a green lighter from her pocket. She stepped back towards me.

Elisa looked at me.

"We only smoke outside and after the boys have gone to bed, right Mr. Abbott?"

She held up the pack of cigarettes, a very thin white and gold pack.

I nodded.

"Yes, we'd prefer if you do it outside. And Louise doesn't smoke in front of the boys."

"I don't smoke much Mr. Abbott, I won't smoke in the house."

I heard the boys and Shawna coming back downstairs. A few seconds later the front door opened. It was Louise.

Shit! This was different. Louise had had her hair dyed a rusty almost ginger color. This was a first. I'd seen Louise with red highlights, blonde highlights, shit I even remember a blue phase when we were kids, but this was really unexpected. I wasn't even 100% sure I liked it.

I was spared any recognition by Louise of my consternation, as Shawna introduced Elisa to her.

"Hi, Elisa. It's a pleasure. But girls, Ron, sorry, I have to rush. Ron, cab's booked for 6:45pm, I'm getting ready now, I'll be as quick as I can! Boys you play with Shawna and Elisa, mommy needs to hurry."

Shawna and Elisa devoted pretty much all of their attention to the boys, so I stepped into the kitchen and poured myself another small Scotch.

As I stood in the kitchen and sipped my Scotch, I thought about Shawna. She had on a thick mohair sweater, white, with pale tight blue jeans and winter furry boots, which were a creamy color. She had her eyeglasses on, and like Elisa, she'd gone light on the makeup. I couldn't stop thinking about her naked. Her beautiful soft coffee-colored skin in particular.

Elisa interrupted my thoughts.

"Mr. Abbott. Can I get the boys a drink please?"

I showed Elisa where the refrigerator was, and showed her where the cups and glasses were kept. She thanked me and took the boys' drinks through to the living room.

Elisa had a light brown sweater on, and also wore tight blue jeans and a pair of black boots, those suede Australian ones I think, I forget what they're called.

My first impression was that Elisa looked very young, younger than Shawna. But on the 'would I or wouldn't I' scale, I was definitely in the 'would' camp, although I wouldn't necessarily go out of my way. But I wouldn't exactly turn it down either.

I stayed in the kitchen until I heard Louise come downstairs. I caught a glimpse of what looked like a new dress, dark colored, it looked green, as Louise grabbed her coat.

As I walked fully into the living room, Louise called over to me.

"Ron, cab's here, I got the text. Come on, let's roll! Boys, please be super nice with Shawna and Elisa, OK, darlings?"

The boys were engrossed in some video Shawna had them watching on her phone and didn't even reply.

I put on my suit jacket, grabbed my overcoat, and followed Louise out the door, saying a quick goodnight to the boys and the babysitters.

==

The cab dropped us off at a small Irish pub across the street from our dinner venue. The setup for dinner was that we'd eat and be 'entertained' by some musical act. Again, I'd pretty much tuned out on all the details. I knew we'd be eating before there would be some drinking and dancing. I think the place was setup for around 80 people, Louise and I had been there once for dinner.

Archie and his wife were already in the bar when we arrived. I ordered a beer, and Louise went for white wine. Louise hadn't seen Archie for ages, so there was the usual catch-up. Louise and Archie's sister Maeve had been good friends until Maeve moved to Texas through work about 4 years ago.

Archie's wife was interesting. I was glad when Archie introduced her by name, 'Rola'. I'd met her before and I could never remember her fucking name. She'd shown up suddenly about 18 months ago. As in very suddenly, and as in Archie's wife already, after Archie had taken a vacation in South- East Asia.

She was a thin classic Thai, about 5'7", quite pretty. I didn't really have a thing for Thai girls, even the Ladyboys, but Rola wasn't too bad looking at all. One thing I noticed was that her English had improved a lot since we'd last met.

After five more minutes, Randall and Joanne showed up. Joanne was made up very attractively. As this was a quick drink, everybody kept their coats on, so I had no opportunity to see how she was dressed under her coat.

Louise introduced Randall and Joanne to Archie and Rola. There was an immediate topic of conversation around Louise's new hair color. Archie was also a natural redhead, well, what was left of his hair was a very Irish shade of ginger.

The ladies left a few minutes in front of us for a smoke, then us guys also exited the Irish Pub, 'Bradleys', to cross the street to our dinner venue for the evening, 'Don Camacho's'.

==

Don Camacho's dining area was set up like a large "L". There was an area at the back where there was a small stage set up, and an area cleared of tables which acted as a dancefloor. We were going to be sitting at a long table near where the front part of the restaurant joined the back, near the inside corner of the 'L'.

We arrived at our table and found that the rest of our party had already arrived. In total it looked like we were going to be fourteen.

Frank and Donna sat at the end of the table nearest to the front of the restaurant. Donna wasn't subtle tonight, I guess she never was. She had on a shoulderless satin pink dress which her massive fleshy tits were as usual trying to pop out of. And her blonde hair was cut differently, parted at the side and gelled to give it more body than I'd seen it. Always the sexy BBW.

Next to them sat Jon and his girlfriend, who was introduced to us as Danica. Danica did look very young. Evidently she'd been ID-ed when Jon and her had arrived. She was a darker skinned African-American girl with big brown eyes and straight long hair parted in the middle. Her tits were small and round, and it was easy tell that she was braless. Danica wore a creamy colored tight dress which had panels cut out of the side so you could see the contrast of the silky light material and her smooth dark skin. Jon had got himself a hot young girl with this one. I would definitely fuck her.

I was slightly surprised to see Evan Holmes at the table. He'd missed the last two years' get-togethers after his wife had passed. Evan was fair haired and always had a surfer look going on, even if he was smartly dressed, like he was tonight in a black suit and an open neck white shirt. Evan's date was introduced to us as Jan.

I have to say I was more surprised by Evan's date. Evan had always been a guy women went after. He was a very handsome blond, who'd walk into a bar and have most single women all over him in no time. It was pretty common knowledge he fucked around while his wife was still alive, and at one stage I even suspected that Louise had the hots for him.

Back to Jan. She looked around 40 years old, and was blonde, and very attractive. She was wearing a low cut black and purple patterned dress. My boob radar was yelling 'implants' at me, but that didn't stop me from admiring Jan's cleavage.

The final couple making up our party were Estelle Frazier, who Louise and I both knew socially, and her beau for the night, a tall slim bald guy who we hadn't met before. He was introduced to us as Dylan. Estelle had been married to a friend of mine, Rodney Sanford, but had gotten divorced in the fall. She'd reverted immediately to her maiden name. She even sent an all- friends email announcing the fact she was now back to being Estelle FRAZIER. The all-caps were hers.

Estelle was pretty decent looking, plumpish with decent tits, but I never felt she truly did herself justice with a boring short page boy style haircut. Her hair was always short, and always, to my mind, plain. Estelle had on a dress which was mainly white, but it had black sleeves and was black down the sides.

Louise and I ended up sitting next to Estelle and Dylan, with Archie and Rola on our other side.

When Louise handed her coat to a server I saw she was wearing a new dark green dress, with a plunging cleavage. She looked good. I was still adjusting to her having turned into a redhead, but I have to say, she looked great.

==

The meal went off OK. Louise was civil to Donna, as I'd requested. During the meal, which was South American themed, we drank red wine. Quite a lot of it.

Around 10pm, the 'entertainment' started. It was a 30-something woman on the small stage at the back, singing to music she had playing through a laptop and the house PA. She'd sing hits by Cher, and other people I didn't know. Louise dragged me up for a dance pretty early. I wasn't much of a dancer, but better me than Frank Maloney, I thought. Although we didn't escape for long, as Donna grabbed me for a slow number (Barbra Streisand, I think) and Frank squeezed himself into Louise for the slow dance. I knew he would fucking love that.

As we danced Donna did most of the speaking.

"Ron, if you come back to our place later, I, ah, oh, I hope you do. I need your cock. I haven't thought of much else since, you know, THAT night."

Shit. This wasn't the conversation I wanted to have.

"And, Ron, I did a movie, you know, like we did with Louise. Frank put it on the website last week. I think you'll like it."

I was relieved when 'Barbra Streisand' stopped singing, and I could make my excuses and head to the bathroom.

Louise did likewise.

The night continued with our table forming into small conversation groups. Primarily male and female, the guys with the guys, the girls with the girls.

I found out that Dylan was a photographer. He told me he'd done some work for Frank. I was curious. It could of course be legit, like pictures for Frank's work's website. Or it could of course be that Dylan shot some of the more professional looking porno that Donna starred in. Something told me it was the latter.

On another bathroom trip, Louise followed me and tugged on my sleeve.

"Ron, wait here for me," Louise instructed as I walked to the mens room. Rola was right behind Louise as she entered the ladies.

When Louise came out of the ladies room a few minutes later, she looked at me conspiratorially.

"Well, Ron. I've got a few juicy morsels to tell you. But first, Evan's date, well, Evan's girlfriend. Guess how they met?"

I looked a little nonplussed.

"In a bar?", I replied.

"No, silly! Jan was Evan's therapist. After Jackie died. Evidently they've decided they are in love. Jan left her husband and everything!"

Fuck. That was interesting.

"Isn't there like some doctor patient law against that kind of thing?", I asked.

"Doesn't look like it. OK, lets' go back to the table. But first, if I'm not mistaken that woman is currently murdering 'Lionel Ritchie', my mom's favorite. I'll have a dance with you first, thank you very much!"

As the night drew to a close, I managed to turn down the chance to go to the after-party at the Maloney's. A babysitter related white lie did the trick. Randall looked a little disappointed, as did Joanne, actually.

So when the cars arrived, Louise and I said we'd stay for one last coffee and head home on our own.

Once we'd said our farewells to the rest of our party, Louise looked at me and then decided to fill me in on more of the gossip she'd heard.

"OK, Ron, I told you about Evan and his shrink. But, I'm surprised that you didn't ask me about Rola and Archie."

I told Louise that I didn't quite understand what she was getting at. I knew that Archie had met Rola in Thailand, and they'd got married quick. Archie wasn't much of a ladies' man and had hit 35 a confirmed bachelor. I assumed he'd been lonely and did the mail-order bride thing. Like that shitty fucking TV show, 90-day whatever.

"Well, Ron, it seems that Rola isn't all she seems. Or maybe more than."

I was intrigued.

"God, Ron! You of all people. Rola has a dick! She's a ladyboy!"

Shit. I actually hadn't realized this.

"You're kidding me?"

"No. And they're going back to the Maloney's, and evidently Donna wants Archie and Rola to fuck her. I bet you'd have liked to see that?"

I probably would have, I confessed.

"It's meant to be a decent size for a Thai girl too. Her 'thing'. I nearly asked to look at it in the bathroom."

I looked at Louise.

"You are shitting me! Tell me you're shitting me!"

Louise laughed. After taking a last sip of her coffee, she told me she was kidding.

"But I thought about it!"

Louise carried on and explained that Donna had been so apologetic about the website thing. Donna continued to blame Frank evidently. Louise was verging towards forgiving Donna. I thought this was a good thing.

"OK, Ron. Next. I told you how Evan and Jan got together. What about Jon and his squeeze, Danica?"

I'd had one dance with Danica, and we hadn't really talked. I found out she was 21 years old, and that was about it. She had a very fit body, and it was pretty obvious what Jon saw in her.

I asked Louise to go on.

"Well, Danica is a dancer. An exotic dancer."

Shit. I mean, thinking about it, Danica would not look out of place in a strip club. Her tits were smaller than most strippers I'd encountered. But she was a very pretty girl. And some guys definitely went for the younger look. Jon Parker for example. Fuck. Me, if I was in the right mood.

"So, Ron, Jon starts going regular to a titty bar up on 120. Eventually he asks Danica out on a date. And they've been together now nearly 2 months. She still dances. By the sounds of it, Randall and Joanne are going to be having fun with Jon and Danica later. Randall wanted to fuck me, naturally, but I told him we were having the night off. I'm surprised Joanne never made a move on you."

I'd had one slow dance with Joanne. She did whisper to me that she hoped we'd be going to the Maloney's. I let Louise know about this. She just smiled.

As we got ready to leave, a mature couple who had been sitting opposite on a smaller table, they'd been a party of six, but it was now just down to this one couple, approached our table.

The man, grey haired and very debonair, who looked mid to late 40s, looked at Louise then turned to me.

"Hi. My name's Daniel, Daniel Gruberman. My wife and I look like we're in a similar situation to you. Our friends have headed home for the night. We have a little Cognac left, and rather than leave it on the table, we bought the bottle you see, my wife, Susan..", Daniel nodded back to his table, "Well, we thought we'd ask if you'd like to join us?"

I looked at Louise.

"Honey?"

Louise smiled.

"Hey! Why not, will we join you?"

Daniel smiled. I could see he had a very healthy interest in Louise's breasts.

"Yes. Please. If you don't mind?"

We upped and crossed the floor to their table.

As we sat down Daniel looked at his wife.

"Susan, this is.. Oh my! Sorry, I've been so rude, I never got your names."

"Hi. I'm Ron, and this is my wife, Louise."

"Ron, Louise. How nice!", Susan smiled. "Actually, Louise, I bummed a cigarette from you earlier, outside. Daniel doesn't like me smoking so I never have any cigarettes."

Susan looked over towards the back of the restaurant where Cher/Barbra Streisand/Lionel Ritchie was tidying her things away.

"Waiter! Please bring us two more Brandy glasses."

Susan glanced over at Louise.

"Louise, I couldn't help noticing. That dress is wonderful. You sure had all the men's attention when you were on the dancefloor!"

Louise thanked Susan for the compliment. I felt slightly uncomfortable. As usual.

"Louise, please call me Sue!"

Susan, or Sue, looked well for her age. As we were now sitting next to them I figured both Sue and Daniel were actually over 50. Sue had silver hair, short, which was combed back and slightly to the right of her face. Sue had definitely been a looker in her day, I had no doubt about that. She had dark brown come-to-bed eyes, very nice pink glossed lips, and toned skin, which did show some lines, but not so it detracted from her overall attractiveness.

She wore a short black dress with a low neckline. She wasn't big in the breast department, but what I could see through the slightly opaque material of her dress, well, they weren't too small either. She had on a gold link necklace, that looked expensive, and some serious looking gold jewelry on her wrists and fingers.

I bumped out of my thoughts when Daniel poured us a Cognac each.

"Remy Martin. It's a good one. Well it should be. Six twenty-five for the bottle. Enjoy!"

I took a sip. It wasn't bad. I preferred Scotch, but this was obviously a good Brandy.

Louise put a hand into her purse.

"Sue, I'm going to have one last cigarette. Care to join me?"

"Oh, yes, Louise. That sounds like an excellent idea."

Louise and Sue headed to the smoking area at the back. I could only see about four other people in the place. I looked at my watch. 2:15am.

Daniel spoke as the ladies left the table.

"So, Ron, looked like a fun party you had. Big group. I noticed that Daizy was with you. She's some girl, if you catch my drift?"

I breathed in. Daizy? Who was Daizy?

"I'm not sure I get you, Daniel, sorry."

"The young black girl. Daizy."

Shit. Danica? Daizy?

"Right," I said, slowly.

"We've had her at one of our parties. Sue and I do a regular party night at home. Just friends. Sometimes, well, I guess I can let you know this, I'm assuming as a man of the world this won't shock you, it gets a little crazy."

I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled.

"Well, we have adult parties. Sometimes we have escorts as guests. Daizy there was at one. Let me see, about 4 months ago now, yeah, August I think it was. Anyway, she was the center of attention for a while."

Daniel, took a sip of his Cognac. He laughed a little. Leered even.

"Yes, that girl loves cum! I think about 10 of us came on her. Christ, I've got pictures at home. She was drenched in it."

I wasn't sure what to say.

Daniel paused for a few seconds, then continued.

"You see, I think you're a player too, Ron. You're just not letting on. I think I might surprise you with this next one. The thin black guy in your company, Randall, right, his name is Randall? Right? And his girlfriend, I forget her name, Italian looking girl. Anyway, they were at one of our parties earlier in the year. Anyway, all I'm saying is Randall looks good dressed as a girl. I'm going to confess Ron, I have varied tastes when it comes to, you know, fooling around. Anyway, your friend likes it in the ass. As does his girlfriend. But I'm pretty sure you know that."

I gulped a drink of Cognac, coughed.

"Careful now Ron. Don't waste it", Daniel chuckled.

I felt Louise sit down next to me. Sue took the seat opposite me.

"Well, guys, Louise told me about your babysitting problem. That's a shame, we'd have loved to have you round our place for a nightcap. Daniel, give Ron your card please darling."

Daniel handed me a gold embossed business card. I noticed 'Attorney-at-law' on it, and some multi-name firm name, including Daniel's surname, Gruberman. His name was first.

"Ron, cell number. At the bottom. Call any time. We've got a get-together late January. Would love it if you could both come!"

Sue smiled at me.

"It won't be a totally new experience for you. Louise has told me a few of your secrets, Ron! The smoking area is the place for gossip!"

Daniel laughed loudly.

"Ron, I knew it. Plus, and I'm sure you both know this one. But you were out in the company of a BBW pornstar. Anyway, I really look forward to getting to know you guys better."

Sue looked over at Louise.

"Louise, I'll text you nearer the time, OK?"

Fuck. Louise had given Sue her cell number? We'd have words about that later.

==

I felt uneasy until I was in the Uber home with Louise.

Louise was drunker than I realized. The hot air in the car seemed to set her off.

"Ron, we don't have to go to Daniel and Sue's. I mean, I liked her, Sue, you know, the older woman. I thought she was really sexy. I would have, tonight, you know. Oh, God, I feel very drunk. Sue told me Daniel has a MASSIVE cock!"

Shit. I was now hoping our Uber driver's apparent lack of English when he picked us up was genuine.

I told Louise to relax a little. We'd be home soon. And we'd talk about this another time. Although the thought of a full-on sex party was interesting to me.

I realized that I myself was pretty drunk. Forget about it, I told myself. Later. Leave it for a while. Maybe Louise would forget about it anyway.

As we left the cab, Louise hung onto me as we walked up the driveway. Before we got to the door, Louise pulled me back suddenly by my arm.

"Ron, no fucky with Shawna, OK? But if you want to fuck the other one, that Liza, whatever she's fucking called, you have my permission. But, and you have to promise, I want to go to the party at Sue and Daniel's next month, OK? I've decided!"

"OK, baby", I said, "Let's just go to bed, OK?"

==

We entered the living room to find the lights still on. Only Elisa was in the living room. Shawna was nowhere to be seen. Elisa was in a pair of baggy pink fluffy pajamas. I noticed the door to the porch was slightly open.

"Hi Lisa!", Louise hiccupped, "Everything OK? Where's Shawna?"

"Shawna went to bed Mrs. Abbott. She was tired."

I looked at my watch. Shit, nearly 3am.

"Ron, get me a drink, I want a drink and a cigarette before bed!"

"Seriously honey, you sure it's a good idea?"

Louise looked at me, her eyes slightly squint.

"Oh, fuck, Ron. You're probably right. Let me have a smoke, OK?"

Louise threw her coat on the floor. Her breasts were practically falling out of her dark dress. She managed to light a Marlboro after three attempts then slumped down on the couch next to Elisa.

"Smoke, Elisa?" Louise asked.

"If it's OK Mrs. Abbott I'll have one of mine."

Elisa took a long thin cigarette from her pack. She lit it with a green plastic lighter.

"Ooohh, 120s! I used to smoke them when I first started smoking. I thought I was so fucking elegant." Louise slurred.

Elisa looked over at me. I caught something in her eye. I wondered if I was picking this up right?

Louise almost slid off of the couch. Then she pushed herself back up and dropped her cigarette in the ashtray and promptly closed her eyes and after about 15 seconds, fell asleep.

Shit.

I reached over and stubbed Louise's cigarette out. As I did, Elisa put her hand on the back of mine.

"Mr. Abbott. Shawna's told me about the things you've done. I came here tonight because I wanted you."

Fuck!

I coughed.

"Elisa, what age are you?"

"I'm nineteen. Look, it hasn't totally worked out the way I planned. I have my period. But I really want to suck your cock. And I think you'll love it. All my boyfriends tell me I'm a great cocksucker."

"Elisa, do you really think this is a good idea?"

By way of answer, Elisa slipped off her woolly pajama top, exposing her pert small breasts. Her nipples were stiff.

She took a deep inhale on her thin white cigarette. She looked into my eyes as she exhaled.

Fuck it. I turned to look at Louise. She seemed to be in a deep sleep.

I took my suit jacket off, and hung it over the back of a chair. Then I undid my belt and kicked off my shoes and pants. I was hard in my shorts.

Elisa smiled and took another slow drag on her 120.

I dropped my shorts. Elisa blew a column of smoke towards my waist.

I stepped up to the couch. Taking one last look at the unconscious Louise, I presented myself to Elisa. She leaned forward. Using her right hand she gripped my shaft and covered the tip of my cock with her warm mouth. She started sucking.

Shit, she was good. My cock tingled as Elisa slipped her tongue around my glans. But, almost right away, I knew that the blow job wasn't going to be enough. It might have been the drink, but all I could think about was stuffing my cock into Elisa's tight young pussy. I pulled back, and slowly removed my cock from Elisa's mouth.

Elisa looked up at me and smiled. She put her 120 in her mouth and took another deep pull. As she took the cigarette from her lips I focused on her pink lipstick smeared on the white filter tip. Fuck it, I wanted her now.

I gently took the cigarette from her fingers and stubbed it out. Then I leaned down and started to kiss Elisa, passionately. No, that's the wrong word. Violently. I thrust my tongue into her smoky mouth, pushing her back onto the couch. Shit! I bumped Louise with my left arm. Louise didn't even move. She just kept on sleeping.

I reached under Elisa and grabbed the ass of her pajama bottoms, yanking them down and off. Elisa looked a little shocked.

I pushed her back down, kissing her strongly. Elisa was starting to whimper.

I slid my right hand down between Elisa's legs. As I teased Elisa's young cunt lips apart, I felt it. The string, fuck, she hadn't been lying. Her cunt was sticky. The menstrual blood mixed with Elisa's cunt juices had a slightly gooey consistency. I leaned back and quickly took my wine colored shirt off, then folded it up tightly. I moved back down to Elisa's waist and stuffed my shirt under her ass. I then slid my fingers back into the entrance to Elisa's cunt and yanked the tampon out. I laid it on the coffee table near the ashtray.

I knelt down in front of the couch. Pulling Elisa towards me, I looked deep into her eyes. Then I just gave into it. I jammed my cock into Elisa's pussy and thrust past the initial stickiness, deep into her gorgeous slippy wetness.

Elisa yelped.

I started pumping, hard. I wanted to fuck Elisa as hard as she'd ever been fucked. I glanced over at Louise as I shafted Elisa. She was still fast asleep, mouth open. Not that I would have stopped pumping even if she'd woken up. I wasn't going to stop until I'd dumped the contents of my nuts deep into Elisa's tight slit.

Elisa was whining. "Oh, Mr. Abbott, so good, oh, so good, oh sooooooooohhhhhhh!"

Fuck, she was coming. Her youthful high pitch whines got louder. I clamped my mouth over her lips to try and quiet her orgasmic moans, then before I knew it, I opened my own mouth as I unsuccessfully tried to stifle a deep feral growl as I pumped Elisa's womb full of semen.

God! This had been quick, intense, and truly fucking amazing. As I pulled my cock out of Elisa I picked up her used tampon and went to the downstairs bathroom. I did as best I could to wipe off the mixture of blood, my own come, and Elisa's pussy juices from my rapidly softening dick, and then took a piss. I came back into the living room with a towel, and handed it to Elisa. She then headed to the bathroom.

I guessed I was putting laundry on. There was a slick, slimy, and slightly bloody, residue on my new wine colored shirt. Thank fuck I didn't choose a white shirt for tonight I thought.

Elisa came back into the living room.

She walked up to me and kissed me.

"Mr. Abbott, that was the best ever. Thank you, so much."

I'd calmed down slightly.

"Elisa, head up to bed. I need to put the laundry on, and I need to get Louise up to bed. OK?"

Elisa looked a little sad as she walked to the bottom of the stairs. She paused, looked over her shoulder, and then headed up to bed.

I went to the laundry room and thankfully didn't have to empty the machine before putting my shirt and the towel in to wash.

Eventually, I slowly managed to get Louise to wake up, and helped her, still in a semi-conscious state, upstairs to bed. I took her dress off but left her in her underwear, then laid her down. Then I climbed into bed next to her and fell asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED