Ride, hug, confess, repeat.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes!”Kimrie climbed off the Pixie-Bob Peg. Crying, she trembled as she recovered from her climax. Her leaking titties popped out of Emily and Taylor’s mouths.Barefoot, the host hurried to retrieve a towel and a blanket from a chair in the kitchen of her spacious, suburban home. Emily wiped Kimrie’s milk-soaked belly with the towel, and Taylor wrapped the blanket around Kimrie’s sweaty shoulders.”I’m not sad,” Kimrie sobbed, sitting cross-legged on the plastic-covered floor of the living room.”Then what…” Barb started, sandwiching the left side of my body.”I’m overwhelmed by the sensation.” Kimrie accepted a glass of water from the host. “I have never had an orgasm close to that. I’ve needed something that good to happen to me. It has been so long.”By this point in the second edition of our bicurious ladies-only party, half the guests were buck naked, including me, Barb, Taylor, and Celi, who had been massaging my vulva under our own blanket since Kimrie had climbed on the Sybian facsimile. Most of the ten or so stragglers were helping each other to unhook their bras and free those nipples.”I think many of us,” the host hedged, unzipping her trousers, “would second your emotion, Kimrie.” The host, feeling the mood of the charged room, slipped off her blouse. Barb chucked the discarded clothes behind a pillar and guided the host to get comfortable on her bare lap.”Me, I do,” I told Kimrie kaçak iddaa with my hand raised.Celi rubbed my back.”But, Amber, you seem happy.” “Is it confession time?” I asked. “Whatever you say or do stays here,” Barb said.”Allegedly.” Celi scanned the room for imaginary cameras.The host reached over me to pinch Celi’s chin. “Definitely. You are safe.””Forgive me, father, etcetera,” I began. “I confess that… my husband is joining a cult.””Whaaa…” Celi’s hand halted its movements. “That’s only part of it. He joined after the woman he was having an emotional affair with dumped him.”Barb clutched her palm to her freckled, beige chest.”And the woman was one of my best friends.”Celi’s raised her eyebrows. “It wasn’t me, right, Amber?””Celi, you have never met my husband.””What’s his name?””Quigley.””Don’t know him.””Plus, Celi, you and I only officially became friends last month.”Celi exhaled. “Close call.””Not really.” I squinted.”I have a confession,” Emily declared, as she cleaned the Sybian-inspired machine positioned in the middle of the living room floor.”Tell us,” Barb demanded, as she massaged the front of the host’s panties with the heel of her hand.Emily tossed the rag on the side table. “Since our first ‘book club meeting’ last month, I have been masturbating every day.” She peeled off her soaked white thong. “Any time my husband leaves the house, I stick a butt plug in my hiney, turn on some kaçak bahis lesbian orgy porn, and buzz my vag until I cum all over the carpet.”From the floor, Taylor opened her thighs and petted her own bald pussy, waxed for this occasion, while she watched Emily.Many of the novices were exploring the boxes of brand-new handheld toys displayed along the mantle, batteries pre-inserted by the host.Experienced Emily found a ribbed attachment that suited her needs. “I can’t be the only one who has felt hornier over the past four weeks.” She pushed the dial to increase the vibrations. Her manicured toes curled.”I have,” Kimrie chimed in. She was spread like a starfish on the wing chair, nude except for the towel draped over her shoulders. “This club has opened my mind.””And your loins,” I noted, making Kimrie simper.”My confession now.” Barb moved her massage to the host’s hips. “I came here to eat puss and take names.” She gestured around the room. “And I know all of your names. Including you.”A shy woman in the middle of removing her boy shorts pointed at herself. “Me?””Yes, you, Vina.” Barb smiled. “You, too, Patrice.”Patrice, who was wearing a pink crop top that failed to conceal her hickory brown areolas, leaned down to whisper to Taylor. “Is she psychic?”Taylor responded, “Yes,” as Patrice sat down beside her.”Think she’ll eat my puss?” Patrice continued.Taylor rubbed her own clit harder, “If she illegal bahis won’t, then I will.”On the Pixie-Bob Peg, Emily let out a soft cry. “There she goes,” Celi said, her fingers twiddling inside my squishy canal as I gripped her fleshy thigh.Emily placed her palms on the floor for balance, causing her butt to rise toward the ceiling.”Yes, Em. Look at those cheeks,” Taylor said to Patrice, who had her shirt lifted up, fingertips flicking her stiff nips.Though the rest of Emily’s body was charmingly petite, her derriere was grand, commanding the attention of every other party guest who was gazing at that undulating behind.Celi’s manipulations between my thighs grew faster, causing the blanket to slide off our bodies, exposing our lusty actions to the rest of the ladies. We were far from the only duo enjoying each other. Next to us on the couch, the host, still wearing her cotton bra and panties, was working a silicone dildo inside Barb’s fuzzy slit. Taylor, still hungry, had her face buried in Patrice’s trimmed bush. And on the loveseat, a trio of curvaceous newbies were pawing each other as they engaged in a sensuous triple kiss.On all fours, Emily bucked harder on the Peg. She growled like a lioness in heat. She turned up the rotations and roared, the waves coursing from her head to her toes.I was one of the watchers who couldn’t take anymore and begged Celi to make me cum along with Emily. Our collective moans echoed off the walls of the house, which was filled with lascivious MILFs, with hair wild, titties bare, pussies gushing, giving and receiving pleasure they had previously only dreamed of.