One After Another

All my stories are about Paul and Dana -- a married couple who have learned sex can be enjoyed many ways. Each tale is based on a mix of personal experience and fantasy. Eventually, I plan to weave all stories into one larger work. In the meantime, each can be enjoyed in no particular order, except for the Cycling Odyssey series which is best read in sequence because many characters appear and reappear throughout the chapters.

This story is one of my wife's unfulfilled fantasies. The male characters are all drawn from individual past experiences and have been brought together for one night which we may just try. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

I appreciate constructive feedback. I especially like comments from my target audience - women. If you are a man reading this, please pass this story on to your wife, or partner, for her reading pleasure.

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ONE AFTER ANOTHER

I should never have mentioned it to him.

The young Asian woman looked up and smiled brightly. She was standing, almost hidden, behind a pedestal just outside the entrance to the Library Bar at the Royal York. Her black, straight hair was pulled back and tied.

"Would you have a table for five?" Paul asked.

"Are you staying at the hotel?"

"Yes. Room 1451."

"Let me see. I'll be right back." She turned and disappeared through the doorway into the bar.

It was about half past six. We'd decided to come down early, just to settle in and to be sure we got a table. People were entering the hotel lobby through revolving doors, taking off their hats and undoing their coats as they rushed toward the elevators. Men in tailored suits, accompanied by women wearing tight fitting, plunging ball gowns and sparkling jewelry, were excitedly walking by on their way to the Imperial Ballroom. The clattering sounds of high heels echoed on the marble floor.

It wasn't surprising I felt chilled. I was wearing only a black lace, see-through blouse and black thigh highs - no panties - under a long skirt with a slit high up one side. A silver, triangular clasp joining the cups of my balcony bra drew attention to my cleavage. Fortunately, no one was able to see that Paul had shaved my pubic hairs. He'd left just a small patch immediately above my entrance. I could feel the cool lobby air between my legs.

Paul had bought my skirt, blouse and bra for this evening. He enjoyed dressing me a notch beyond my comfort level. He called me his lure. He relished watching men lust after me. As we left the room, he'd asked whether I'd undo one more button on my blouse. I'd agreed, reluctantly, reminding myself that he'd be with me. After all, I knew these men and they were nice.

Paul turned to me. "How are you feeling?" He sounded genuinely concerned.

"A bit nervous... but I guess I can't turn back now." I sighed a bit dramatically and smiled.

The young woman returned and began gathering menus. Paul hadn't noticed. His eyes remained on me and had turned serious.

"Yes, you can. They'll understand. We'll just enjoy a few drinks and call it a night. I didn't promise anything."

She announced, "I have a table for you. You can follow me."

We walked behind her into the bar. Thankfully, it was warmer, almost too warm. Loud conversation and laughter drowned out the soft jazz music playing in the background. We were lucky to get the last table.

"How's this?" she asked pointing to a blue leather sofa and two armchairs surrounding a rectangular, low table. The sofa was big enough for two. Three was going to be a squeeze, I thought.

"Perfect!" Paul said.

We sat beside one another on the sofa so that we could see the entrance. Paul turned to me and was about to pick up where we left off when a waitress appeared. She placed two coasters down on our table.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

Paul looked at me. "Would you like to have their gin martini?"

"That would certainly help" I said half jokingly.

"We'll have two classic gin martinis, please."

Paul put his arm up on the back of the sofa behind me. I looked up at him and shook my head. "I should never have told you."

"Look, we know them. They're real nice men."

They were... each one of them. We'd enjoyed a lovely evening with Mark a couple of years ago. In fact, it was here, at the Royal York, after we'd been to a performance at the Roy Thomson Hall -- Ravel's Bolero. And then there was Colin who'd flown in from Montreal with a bottle of red wine. We'd sat with his wife, Jen, in the bar at the Westin, waiting for him. His flight had been delayed. He'd forgotten his 'rubbers', he'd called them, but we made do. Paul and I still laughed at the way Colin had buried his face between my breasts as soon as we were all undressed in their room. Shawn was the quieter of the three -- so strong, so gentle... and so large. I had a soft spot for Shawn.

Paul interrupted my thoughts. "There's Mark!"

He rose and waved in the direction of a tall man standing in the doorway beside the receptionist. A bright smile broke out on his face. He waved back, looked down to say something to the young woman and started walking toward us. He looked so handsome in that dark brown, worsted wool suit and tie. I took a deep breath as he approached our table. Here goes.

Paul shook his hand. "Great to see you again!"

"Likewise!"

Mark turned toward me. He bent down and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. The scent of his cologne brought back memories.

"It's great to see you again!" His eyes gave me a quick once over. "Wow, you look great!"

Paul moved over to one of the armchairs. Mark sat down beside me. Our waitress appeared out of nowhere to ask Mark what he'd like to drink.

He looked at me. "What are you having?"

"A classic gin martini... just like last time." I raised my eyebrows and gave him a nudge.

Mark leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, "That was a real nice time."

I felt my face warm. The waitress cleared her throat, and I looked up. She had an amused look on her face as though she knew how I was feeling and envied me. Had she heard him?

"I'll have the same then" Mark said.

"Oh, there's Colin!" Paul stood and waved at a man in a dark grey, pin striped suit.

Colin had already spotted Paul. He placed his hand lightly on the young woman's shoulder to get her attention, whispered in her ear and rushed over excitedly to our table.

"No bottle of red wine this time?" Paul joked.

Colin laughed. "I'm sure they've got one here somewhere" he quipped glancing over at the bar.

Colin quickly turned to me. "It's so nice to see you again! You look lovely, as always."

He placed the palm of his hand on my cheek and lifted my face up to his. I didn't expect him to kiss me on the lips! A tingling sensation ran down my spine. Two women sitting at the table beside us saw what had happened. They giggled at my reaction and began watching us closer.

Colin shook hands with Mark and introduced himself. Paul gestured for Colin to sit down beside me on the sofa at the same time as our waitress arrived at our table with three martinis.

"Let me guess" she said to Colin. "You'd like a classic gin martini too!"

We all laughed. Colin leaned forward patting his thighs excitedly.

"Well, if that's what they're all having, I'll join in." Colin was always ready to party.

Mark shifted sideways and placed his arm up on the back of the sofa to make more room for the three of us. Even though Colin and Mark were both tight up against the armrests, our thighs were touching. I saw Mark's eyes look down. I followed his gaze. My bare thigh was showing above the lace band on my stocking. Well, he's seen more than that, I thought. I reached for my martini.

Colin and Mark struck up a conversation about the hotel. Both had stayed here before. Colin hadn't been here since the bar was renovated. Discussion turned to whether the charm of the old bar had been lost. The waitress arrived with Colin's martini.

"Cheers to a lovely evening!" Colin said engaging us all in a toast. He whispered in my ear "And thanks for last time, by the way!"

Just as Paul put his glass down, he saw Shawn standing at the doorway, by himself, scanning the room. Paul stood and waved to catch his attention. Shawn waved back and headed toward our table. He looked relaxed in a light grey herringbone suit -- no tie. He was taller than Mark and Colin, wide shouldered and broad chested. Seeing his hands, I recalled how they'd gripped my hips like a vice. I felt my heart beating a bit faster. I drew in a deep breath to calm myself.

Shawn shook hands with Paul and began introducing himself to Mark and Colin. Seeing another had joined us, the waitress came over to our table. The two women beside us were eyeing Shawn and trying to listen in to our conversation.

"It looks as though you're getting pleasantly outnumbered!" the waitress remarked jovially. She turned to Shawn, "What can I get for you, sir?"

"I'll have what they're having. Thanks!"

Shawn looked at me from across the table and opened his arms wide. "Great to see you!" he said shyly. "I guess I'll have to satisfy myself with a virtual hug... for now".

He noticed my glass was empty. When the waitress came with his drink, he ordered another round for all of us. "I've got to catch up with these guys" he said to her.

I was getting excited sitting amongst these four handsome, well-dressed men being the centre of attention. Every so often, I'd catch one of them either admiring my cleavage or scrutinizing my face. As the waitress laid down a bowl of nuts on the table, she saw my hand resting on Colin's thigh. Her eyebrows raised. Had she also noticed Mark caressing my bare thigh?

As I leaned forward for my glass, my hand slid up Colin's pant leg. My finger rubbed against something hard. I looked down and saw the outline of his shaft in his pants. I looked over at Mark. He too was starting to show his excitement. A noticeable dark patch had formed in his lap. Was I really having such an effect on them? I leaned back with my glass and crossed my legs. Oh my! My inner thighs had become slick with my juices. The feeling was obviously mutual.

I glanced over at Shawn. He was talking with Paul. Shawn was even more handsome than I remembered... so broad shouldered, strong. I saw his big hands fumbling with his martini glass. The thought of those hands squeezing my hips like last time shot through me a second time. I shuddered.

Mark felt my body shake. He stopped caressing my thigh and leaned back surprised.

"You cold?" he asked.

"Hardly!" I replied. I reached down, placed my hand over his and squeezed. I whispered into his ear, "Don't stop! That feels nice."

The waitress approached and asked Paul whether we'd like another round. He looked at me. I shook my head.

"We'll just have the bill please."

"Let me get that!" Mark said when she returned.

Was the night coming to an end? I looked over at Paul. He just smiled. He was leaving the decision to me. I waited for the waitress to clear the table. When she left, I drew in a deep breath to settle my nerves. I quickly looked over at Paul, then back and forth at all three.

"Would you all like to come up to our room... for a drink?" I asked.

Colin squeezed my thigh. Mark shifted in his seat beside me and looked over at Paul. Shawn raised his eyebrows, leaned forward and was about to say something.

Colin spoke first. "I thought you'd never ask!"

Shawn was beaming. "That'd be great!"

I surprised everyone by standing up before Mark could say anything. "Let's go then!"

We walked out of the bar and across the lobby toward the elevator leaving the two women sitting beside us looking amused wondering where we were going. They started talking animatedly. As we waited for the elevator, Colin wrapped his arm around me. I felt Mark's hand press lightly on the small of my back. I entered the elevator and turned around to face the door. Mark's hand slid down and began caressing my bottom. I pushed my behind into his hand. He gripped tight and shook my cheek appreciatively. The elevator door closed and there was a sharp jerk to the side as we started going up. I fell into Mark. He wrapped one arm around me and pulled me in tighter flattening my breast against his ribs.

Shawn was standing beside me. I looked up into his face. "We haven't properly said hello yet."

I placed my free hand around the nape of Shawn's head and pulled him down to my lips. I surprised him with a wet kiss slipping my tongue between his lips searching for his. He responded quickly kissing me passionately as the elevator continued upward. I could feel him thickening against my stomach.

The elevator doors opened, and I exited first. Colin and Mark caught up and wrapped their arms around me again. I looked up at them both and smiled. Colin cupped my breast and squeezed. Mark's hand resumed circling my behind. My hips responded instinctively by swaying wider. Paul and Shawn followed us down the hallway to our room enjoying the action.

Everyone stood back waiting patiently as Paul fumbled with the card key and finally opened the door to our corner suite. The large sitting area overlooked a tall, bronze coloured office tower. A sofa and two armchairs surrounded a square, steel framed coffee table with a marble top. As the door closed behind us, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I could hear them talking.

"Are you sure Dana is comfortable with this, Paul?" It was Shawn asking.

"She's a little nervous but I think so. Actually, she brought up the idea of playing with more than two men -- not me! I know she feels comfortable with you guys. Why don't we just see how far she's willing to go. Leave it up to her."

I heard some more talking but couldn't really make out what was being said. Furniture was being moved, and the drapes were being drawn. Then I heard Paul say, "I'll just sit here and watch."

I looked at myself in the mirror. Are you ready for this?

I'd fantasized about several men feasting on me, even before we were married. I'd never told Paul -- until I let it slip, after a second glass of wine, about six months ago. After that, Paul brought it up now and again. The thought obviously excited him. The more we talked about it, the more comfortable I became with the idea and the more excited.

Then, one day, Colin emailed saying he'd be in town alone on business and, two weeks later, Mark contacted Paul about getting together again. Paul half jokingly suggested the idea of meeting them both at the Library Bar. I'm sure he was testing me. When I said teasingly 'Maybe', he suggested inviting Shawn as well. The next day, I couldn't get the thought out of my head. In fact, I masturbated in the shower imagining. As soon as Paul came in the door from work that evening, I said "Let's do it!" He knew what I was talking about and hugged me.

Paul dressing and shaving me had affected me like an aphrodisiac. The martinis had helped too. The discrete touching on the sofa, the elevator ride and walk down the hallway reassured me that I was wanted. It was obvious. But I was still anxious. How was this going to work? Could I please all three of them? I took comfort in knowing Paul was there and was excited by the thought of him watching me being taken. I took a deep breath and reached for the door.

When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed they'd all taken their jackets off except for Paul. Colin and Mark were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa each with a glass of white wine. Shawn was in one of the armchairs. He had a glass of water. Paul was standing by the mini fridge pouring himself a glass of red wine when I came back in the room. He looked up at me concerned whether everything was OK. I nodded and smiled. He noticed I'd undone another button on my blouse. He smiled and winked at me.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked.

"I'll have a glass of white wine, thanks!"

Colin stood and reached for my hand. He led me to the sofa where I sat down between him and Mark. Paul handed me my drink and sat down in the armchair on the other side of the coffee table.

"Great to have you all here!" Paul said.

I took a sip of my wine and placed the glass down on the coffee table. When in the washroom, I'd wondered who'd make the first move. I'd guessed Colin. But he seemed uncomfortable, a bit nervous. The conversation had turned unexpectedly awkward. I longed for a hand to be placed on my thigh or on my hip like when we were in the bar. I grew impatient. What are these guys waiting for? Out of frustration, I put my arms up on the back of the sofa and looked first at Colin then at Mark.

"Well?"

I looked down at my breasts and back at them. I couldn't be more obvious!

"I think the lady would like some attention" Mark said with a nervous laugh looking at Colin.

They shifted in their seats to face me. Colin began fumbling with the few buttons left done up on my blouse. His hands were shaking. As soon as he undid the last one, Mark began rubbing the palm of his warm, calloused hand over my breasts. I felt my bra straps slip off my shoulders.

Mark wriggled his fingers under my breast and lifted it delicately out of my bra cup. Colin followed his lead. As they lowered their heads to suckle me, I pulled them tight against my breasts. Their mouths frantically sought out my nipples. Colin was the first to latch on. I felt his nose press into my flesh as he began to suck. Mark circled his tongue lightly around my nipple. Every so often, he sucked hard and tugged outward releasing it with a loud smack. My upper body spasmed each time. My aureoles became so swollen they looked like small saucers turned upside down. My nipples had become shiny, elongated dark brown plugs. Colin's saliva was dripping from the tip.

I didn't notice Shawn returning from the bathroom. He placed a clean towel on the sofa arm and pushed the table back slightly to make more room. He then made his way between the sofa and coffee table toward me. I felt his warm fingers on my waist searching for the zipper on the side of my skirt as Mark struggled with the hook on the back strap of my bra. My skirt loosened first, then my bra. Mark slid his hand under my breast and lifted it up and down appreciating its weight. I looked at him, smiled and raised my head up to his. We kissed as his soft hand squeezed my breast tenderly.

Shawn continued struggling with my skirt as Colin removed my bra. To help, I put a hand on Shawn's shoulder and pulled myself up off the sofa, just enough so that Shawn was able to tug my skirt down over my hips. He let it fall to my feet where it got caught on one of my high heels. I reached down and carefully stepped out. Shawn tossed my skirt on the chair where he'd been sitting. In the meantime, Colin had spread a towel on the sofa underneath me. I sat back down amongst four fully clothed men, totally naked except for my black stockings and high heels.

Mark and Colin returned their attention to my breasts and nipples as Shawn kneeled in front of me. Feeling warm and uncomfortably damp between my legs, I spread them not realizing how wanton I'd become. Shawn placed the palm of his hand on my swollen mound and slowly squeezed. He released and slid a finger teasingly upwards between my drenched lips to my clit. My legs spread wider. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My pelvis rose up off the sofa as he inserted two fingers carefully. He began shaking them back and forth. Everyone could hear my juices being whisked.

"You're soaked Dana!" Shawn remarked.

I pleaded. "Shawn! Don't stop!"

I pushed myself back in the sofa and spread my legs even wider.

Colin rose up from my breast and began kissing me passionately. Mark pressed his head into my breasts. I felt the palm of his hands cupping the side of my breasts and squeezing them tightly against his face. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him closer, smothering him. I shook my upper body and released him. He pulled back, gasping for air and went back down on me latching on to a nipple.

Paul returned from our bedroom with pillows and began laying them out on the coffee table. He tapped Colin on the shoulder and gestured to the pillows. Colin stood to help me up from the sofa. I was unsteady on my feet, overwhelmed by the sensation of hands, lips and tongues dancing all over my body.

Colin carefully turned me around. "Here Dana... lay down on the table."

I sat down and leaned back supported by Shawn. I wriggled my body further up the table away from the sofa. My arms gripped the side of the table as I laid my head back. Colin remained between the sofa and table. He placed his hands on the inside of my knees and slid them down gently pushing my thighs outward to spread my legs. He kneeled and lowered his face. I could feel his warm breath as he kissed and licked the inside of my thighs.

Mark went around to the other end of the table. He removed his clothes and stood over top of me. He bent forward and began massaging my breasts, occasionally gripping them tightly in both hands. He slid his hands up along my sides, under my arms to my neck and then back down to my breasts. He gripped them both tight and began to circle, round and round -- occasionally bending down to suck on my nipples.

I'd become so focused on Mark's erection, which was only inches from my face, that I didn't realize Paul was sitting to my right -- just a few feet away -- watching. I wanted Mark in my mouth. He saw my open mouth trying to capture him. As soon as he pushed his shaft down to my face, my lips caught his tip. I felt his veiny shaft slide over my tongue as it filled my mouth.

I started bucking my mound into Shawn's face signaling that I wanted to be sucked harder. I couldn't bear the pleasure much longer. I needed a release. Mark started to groan. His body stiffened -- a tell tale sign he was about to cum! Suddenly, I felt his cock throb between my lips. Warm, salty cum hit the roof of my mouth and ran down my throat. I swallowed expecting more. He quickly pulled out. Streams of warm cum splattered onto my face and breasts.

Then it started rising inside me! "Oh... my! I'm...". I exploded. "Uh!" My body spasmed. Another wave wracked through my body. I twisted. And a third. I groaned again.

Cum was still dripping from Mark's tip on to my face as I struggled to catch my breath. He looked down embarrassed.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." he said.

"No, no! It was lovely." I said reassuringly. I sighed deeply and twisted my body. "That was so good!"

I closed and opened my legs. My juices, and Shawn's saliva, flowed down between my cheeks onto the towel beneath me. Colin began to undress. I watched him take a small packet from his wallet, tear the package open and roll a condom over his erection. He was longer than Paul and eager.

Shawn climbed up on the coffee table, on his knees, and straddled my waist facing Colin. He placed his hands underneath my thighs and pulled them up to his chest while, at the same time, lifting me up slightly and pushing me closer to the end of the table toward Colin. Colin took his shaft in one hand and gripped one of my ankles with the other. He began searching for my entrance with the tip of his cock. Finding my hole, he circled his sponge like tip lightly around my clit. Every so often he pressed himself into me -- just enough to widen my entrance. My hole began opening and closing uncontrollably, invitingly, as I waited for him to poke me again. I wanted to be filled so badly!

"Put it inside me Colin. Please!" I begged.

I felt him press against me. This time, he pushed himself inside but not far enough for my liking. He pulled back out. It was maddening. I wanted him inside... now!

"Deeper Colin!" I sounded angry.

Shawn's grip on my ankles tightened. Colin adjusted his footing and slowly slid inside until he was buried deep. His thighs were pressed tightly against mine. He held his position, took hold of my ankles and spread my legs wider enabling him to go deeper. Shawn moved his hands down to my hole. He slid his thumbs between Colin's cock and my lips and pulled them back. I exhaled as Colin slowly withdrew. He ploughed into me again forcing the air out of my lungs. Finally, he began thrusting back and forth inside me. I could hear his cock beating through my juices.

My breathing became irregular and my moans louder. Mark pinched my nipples gently and pulled slowly upwards -- first the right, then the left - as though he were milking me. Colin's thrusts suddenly became staccato like. He grunted with each ejaculation. I could feel him throb each time.

My body stiffened unexpectedly. My eyes rolled back into my head and my whole body began shaking as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy rolled through me. Where did that come from? When I opened my eyes, all three were still holding onto me. Shawn's hands had moved off my outer lips and were gripping my inner thighs. Colin was holding me by the ankles. Mark's hands were squeezing my breasts tight as my chest heaved.

Colin looked down and shook his head. "My God, Dana!"

I chuckled weakly. "What did you do to me?"

As Colin slowly pulled out of me, Paul placed the palm of his hand lightly on my cheek and turned my head toward him. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked. He knew damn well!

"I don't remember much after Shawn laid me down" I said shaking my head. How could I cum a second time so quickly?

Colin went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. He laid it on the sofa. Colin reached for my hand and helped me up. Mark came with a white housecoat from the closet as well as a glass of water. I felt so pampered, the centre of attention. I looked at Shawn who was still standing by the table -- his erection visibly tenting his pant leg. The stain marking his tip had grown larger. He sat back down in his chair and forced his member down his thigh to make himself more comfortable.

I plopped down on the sofa between Colin and Mark. They were still undressed and very warm. The three of us reeked of sex. I took a sip of water. I snuggled up against Mark and rubbed his hairy chest.

"I love hairy chests!" I said chuckling and feeling so sated.

Colin placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed gently. Mark looked down and saw the milky rivulets of his cum running down and around my breasts. He reached for a towel.

"Let me get that for you. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to cum in your...".

"No!" I raised my hand to stop him.

I wanted Paul to see. I knew it would excite him -- seeing another man's cum on my body. Paul wouldn't want me to shower before going to bed. He'd want to smell it on me -- to see it caked on my skin and, later, flaking off. I called out quietly to get Paul's attention. He looked over. I began spreading Mark's cum over my breasts. I circled my sore nipples with my slick forefinger and felt them harden. Paul's nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply. His eyes remained fixed on me. I lifted a glistening finger up to my mouth and slid it in between my lips. I pulled it out, licked my lips and winked at him.

Shawn was watching me. I looked over and glanced down at his pant leg. His excitement had become even more obvious.

We'd met Shawn at a private party. He'd confided with me that women weren't comfortable with him because of his size. How big was he, I wondered. A year later, we'd met again. He'd come up to us while Paul and I were dancing. Paul had pulled the top of my dress down and held my arms behind my back inviting Shawn to play with me. I'd danced slowly to the sounds of Layla, wedged between the two of them, as Shawn fondled my bare breasts. The sight of his shaft growing down his pant leg as we danced, made my hips sway even more seductively. When I kissed him goodnight, I gripped him through his pants. He was huge! On the way home that night, I admitted to Paul how intrigued I was by Shawn's size, by how it might feel. I wanted to experience him.

When we finally met in a hotel room a few months later, Paul said that he'd just watch. Shawn had promised to take it slow -- to let me adjust. As he entered, I felt as though I was being impaled. I was so tight, he couldn't move back and forth inside me. My walls felt every beat of his pulse, every throb as he came. I'd told Paul afterwards, never again. I was so sore. But when Paul suggested inviting Shawn too, I recalled that sensation of being totally filled, the disappointment of him not being able to move inside me. Maybe, if I were to take him after Mark and Colin, I'd be wide and wet enough for Shawn to slide inside me.

"Stand up Shawn" I said quietly.

I unbuttoned his shirt, then his belt. I pulled his zipper down and spread the waistband on his pants. His white cotton underwear was soaked with his leakage. I slid my hand down under the elastic waist band and gripped him. I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him as I squeezed him tighter. I let go and slowly withdrew my hand. My fingers were sticky and wet.

I knew Paul wanted to watch me be taken from behind. He often talked about it. I turned to face him.

"Here... move your chair over here" I said trying to push Paul's chair to the other end of the coffee table.

Paul stood up with a confused look on his face and helped me move his chair. I turned back to Shawn and helped him take off his pants. I pulled his underwear down. His nearly fully engorged cock sprung upwards. Colin's eyes widened. He looked over at Mark. Mark's jaw dropped. It was obvious they'd never seen anyone so big.

I placed my hands on each side of Shawn's waist and directed him to sit back down in his chair. I kneeled in front of him and took his cock in both my hands. I opened my mouth wide and pressed my lips against his tip. He slumped in the sofa and laid his head back, eyes closed. My lips were barely able to stretch wide enough. Once over his crown they quickly slid underneath the brim of his shield. My tongue licked the underside before I started back upwards. I released him with a loud popping sound.

His shaft glistened with a mix of my saliva and his precum. I reached underneath him and began fondling his balls. More clear juice oozed out of his tip and flowed down his shaft. I licked him dry as I would an ice cream cone on a hot summer day enjoying his reaction. I swallowed him again, slowly, as far down his shaft as I could go and came back up again almost to his hood before sliding back down again. Afraid he was about to cum, I released him and leaned back. I became transfixed by his size. I moved his pole from side to side inspecting it. Had this really fit inside me?

They were all watching me. The room was dead quiet. I clambered up on the coffee table like a cat facing Paul.

I whispered, "Would you like to watch me, Paul?"

The others had heard me. Paul hadn't. He'd been hypnotized by my dangling breasts as I crawled up toward him on all fours.

Looking up at me, he asked "Pardon?"

"Would you like to watch Shawn fuck me?" I said softly.

"Are you sure?" He looked surprised.

"Yes!"

I turned my head back to Shawn. I lowered my upper body and arched my ass into the air.

"Shawn... please!"

I looked back at Paul as Colin reached for his pants and searched inside his pockets. He handed Shawn a thin package. Shawn nodded his thanks. He tore it open and rolled the condom over himself. I felt his hand rest on my left hip and slowly grip. His wet tip bumped lightly against my thigh and slid over my skin to my entrance. I steadied myself. My lips spread and enveloped his crown as he pressed into my hole. Once past my gate, he slipped into my tunnel. I groaned loudly as my walls widened to accommodate him. Shawn stopped. He looked at Paul concerned. Paul nodded to Shawn. It was OK.

Shawn was a third of the way inside me now. I didn't dare move. I closed my eyes and lowered my head savouring the pleasure. He started to withdraw. I inhaled loudly as he pulled himself backwards inside me. He pressed forward again. I growled so loud I'm sure they could have heard me in the hallway. Paul leaned forward in his chair and placed his warm hand reassuringly on my cheek just as Shawn withdrew and pushed himself into me again.

Shawn's thrusts became faster. I felt a hand grab my left breast. Two fingers pinched my nipple and held my breast in place. The other breast continued swinging wildly until I felt a hand grip it and squeeze. Another hand slid up my thigh and gripped me tight. Shawn gripped my hips tighter. His thrusts became more determined. He was sliding faster back and forth inside me.

I'd forgotten all about Paul and was concentrating on the hard, slippery pole inside me. Paul told me later that my mouth was wide open and that I looked wild eyed. I felt a tingling sensation at the end of my tunnel. My walls clamped down hard on his rod and my body began trembling. I stopped breathing.

Paul knew I was about to orgasm. "Let's hear you, Dana. Don't hold back!"

I looked straight ahead, unseeing, into Paul's face. My head began to circle. Then, it came suddenly out of nowhere! My entire body was engulfed. I howled so loud that I scared them all. My body contracted sharply again and again. I growled like an animal as each wave flowed through me.

When it was over, Shawn remained buried deep inside me. We both struggled to catch our breath. He began to slowly withdraw. I moaned as he slowly pulled himself out. I lowered my upper body down onto my elbows still panting.

"Oh... my God, Shawn!"

Colin and Mark supported me as Shawn let go of my hips and stepped back to remove his condom. They helped me off the coffee table and sat me down on the sofa. Colin handed me my glass of water as Mark placed my housecoat around my shoulders.

"Thanks!" I raised myself up and gave him a kiss.

Shawn returned from the bathroom with a towel and placed it on his chair before sitting down. There I was, sitting between two naked men. A third man was sitting across from me, his massive member coated in my juices lying on his thigh still thick and dripping. How I must have looked -- barely covered by my housecoat, my face red and my hair a mess. Mark's cum was hardening on my breasts.

Paul topped up everyone's drink and sat back down. We sat chatting for at least a half hour. Then, Shawn saw Paul and me looking longingly at one another. He said, "Well, all good things must come to an end". He stood up and started to dress. The others joined him.

Paul came over and sat beside me on the sofa. He put his arm around me and gave me a kiss. "You're beautiful" he said. "Feeling OK?"

"Spent" I said.

I pulled him closer. It was so comforting to smell him and feel his arms wrapped around me. As sore and tired as I was, I wanted him.

"Geez! Can't you two at least do that in private!" Colin said jokingly. Everyone broke out laughing.

When they were all ready to leave, I got up from the sofa and went over to Mark.

"Thanks for a wonderful evening". I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood up on my tiptoes for a kiss.

"The pleasure was all mine" he said while pulling me tight against him.

I turned to Shawn. He reached under my housecoat and cupped my breasts in the palms of his soft, warm hands.

"I'll never forget the way you howled tonight." He squeezed gently. We kissed.

"Thanks Shawn."

Colin was waiting for his turn to say goodbye. "Thanks for a great time", he said. He hugged me tightly and gave me a wet kiss.

"Say hi to Jen for me" I said.

"Will do... every detail! She'll be envious!" he said devilishly.

I followed them to the door. Colin was the last to leave. He stopped unexpectedly and turned around to give me one last kiss. As we embraced, my housecoat fell off my shoulder baring my breast and thigh. The door across from our room suddenly opened. A young couple emerged. Seeing us, she froze. Her partner bumped up against her pushing her into the hallway. Her eyes widened like a deer in headlights. A smile slowly broke out on his face.

Colin looked back at me sheepishly. "See you sis!" He winked and took off quickly down the hallway to join the others.

I called out and waved. "Say hi to Mom!"

"Will do" they all replied in unison.

I turned back to the young couple. Her eyes were flitting back and forth between me and the men at the end of the hallway. She had a questioning look on her face. He looked fascinated.

As I struggled with my housecoat, I nodded to them and said, "Good evening" with as much self respect as I could muster. I retreated into our room and Paul closed the door behind us.