Gordon and you move things along.

You survey Melissa and Gordon's living room, which has gone in short order from a raunchy game of "Blow The Boys" to a full-scale oral orgy.

Marcia and Melissa are each enthusiastically sucking their man of choice.

Marcia, having hurried past Melanie to claim her prize, is shamelessly bobbing her head back and forth in long strokes on Martin's thick black spear. Her eyes are closed, and her chin is already wet with drool as she abandons herself to her worship of his cock. Martin has a big grin on his face.

Melissa, having seized Mark's stiff young cock, slowly takes him deep inside her mouth -- you see her throat quiver -- then slowly slides back up his shaft, wetly lapping and lip-smacking until his head is revealed. Mark sighs, and his hips quiver under Melissa's expert attentions. He tries to keep his eyes on what's happening down between his legs, but each time Melissa hits a sensitive spot, he closes his eyes or rolls them heavenward. Mark gropes vaguely down toward Melissa's breasts. Melissa quickly unbuttons her vest top, freeing her impressive globes, and cups her hands under them so Mark can touch them.

Anita, having lost her boyfriend's attention to Melissa and then having her mouth hijacked unexpectedly by Dan's cock, has gamely risen to the occasion by sucking him in earnest. Yet once she has him stiff, she pauses, squeezing him rhythmically in her hand. The young Indian college student and the easy-going teacher confer on their next move, looking each other earnestly in the eyes.

Gordon notices their pause and rises from his chair. He says something, laughs, and points toward Melissa, who is kneeling on the carpet as she sucks Mark, the seat of her white shorts sticking up temptingly toward the center of the circle.

Dan takes Anita by the hand and leads her over behind Melissa. They kneel by her flanks and start tugging at her white shorts. Melissa pauses to see who it is, winks, and waggles her arse at them. In a trice the white shorts are crumpled down to her knees, revealing only a faint tan line. Dan and Anita squeeze her buttocks as Melissa tilts her arse up, down, and sideways in response.

Melanie, the good girl gone bad for tonight, has fastened herself to your cock and has been sucking away pleasantly for several minutes. You feel good vibrations and waves of warmth in your balls and your lower back. You look down at her and smile. Misty-eyed behind her steamy glasses, she looks up at your face. Suddenly she sways and loses hold of your cock and falls sideways onto the carpet.

You're by her side in a moment. "Melanie, are you alright?" you ask. Her eyes blink, open, and look back at you.

"Oh dear," she says. "I'm sorry, John, I got so carried away I forgot to breathe!"

You smile at her. "You do look a bit pale," you say. "Just lie back down for a second. Hmmmm. In First Aid they told me, 'Face is pale, raise the tail.'"

Melanie gives a little snort of laughter and tries to sit up.

You put your hand on her shoulder and hold her down gently. "No, no, lie down," you say, "I'm serious." You fetch a small, firm cushion from a nearby settee and put it by Melanie's hips. "Ups-a-daisy!" you say. The blonde secretary is petite enough that it's easy for you to lift her buttocks and slip the cushion underneath.

Melanie hiccoughs. "What kind of party is this?" she asks. "I have to lie down and do nothing?"

"With your permission, miss, I'd like to return the favor," you say, and run your tongue tip round your lips. You stretch your fingertips toward the hem of her short red dress.

Melanie giggles. "Oh, why din't you say so?" she says. "Yes, yes, yes!" Her glasses glint in the light. She pulls up her dress to her hips, and you pull down her bright red lace panties. They're positively damp and redolent of the odours of an excited young woman.

Melanie spreads her knees for you as you arrange yourself on the floor. Under the dark blonde thatch covering her Mount of Venus, Melanie's plump outer lips part to reveal her moist, swollen pink inner lips and a hooded pink pea of a clitoris. The slight elevation of the cushion exposes her more, and you can make out the smoothly wrinkled pink star of her anus below the base of her pussy lips.

You dive into Melanie's puss, your questing tongue seeking to unlock her pleasure. She crows and giggles at the first touch. She's salty. Tart. Musky. A faint scent of strawberry can't mask the strong taste of woman. She hums and sighs as you proceed. Wetness oozes from inside her, light and sweet. You discover a good rhythm and strum your tongue over her inner lips and clit. She's moaning now in time with your tongue strokes.

A surprise sensation comes from your lower parts. The pressure of a hand, the brush-past of hair, and a wet mouth engulfs your down-jutting cock, which swells in affirmation. You moan into Melanie's wet pussy.