No, no, no, no...

Mark's charming line ends with, "can I fuck your pretty pink asshole?"

You wave him off frantically, remembering how painful it was the last time you opened your back door to an eager young man. You ease yourself back off Gordon's doughty prick and take a breath.

"Sorry Mark," you say over your shoulder, "Love the thought, but it hurts like blazes. "Can we get you situated one door down?"

"Ah, all right then," he says. He lets your dress fall from his hand. The summer intern's ebbing erection matches his crestfallen demeanor. But you're sure he'll bounce back.

"Mark," Melissa says, "I could find some room for you in a few minutes, if you would be pleased to apply your silver tongue to me as I am serving Miss Doe."

Gordon caresses your hair and cheek as you're looking round behind you, to make sure he's not forgotten. But how could you forget that throbbing, practically glowing hunk of cock? You can feel it radiating warmth at the back of your neck.

"Yes, ma'am," Mark says. He tries to hold back the eagerness from his voice, but you can tell from his swelling prick that Melissa has the young man well hooked.

"I'm very pleased, Mark, to discover that despite appearances at work, you have an interest in me beyond my breasts," Melissa says. "I can see you have promise. But first if you could fetch my drink? Cunnilingus is thirsty work, almost as much as fellatio or tongue kisses."

You feel a delicious, naughty shiver as your boss talks about licking your pussy enough to make her thirsty. You flush warm and pink from pleasure and embarrassment. **** does that to you, you blush at idle little thoughts.

Melissa adds, "And perhaps you should freshen yours. No more **** for you, though, mind! And bring the butter dish."

Mark jumps to comply, and you glance around the room.

Things seem only a little rearranged. Martin and Dan, who had been paying attention to Dan's wife Marcia, have repositioned. Dan sits on the edge of the couch with Marcia atop his cock facing away, her legs spread by his. Martin kneels in front of them, just having negotiated his entry into Marcia, sliding his cock in next to her husband's. Marcia sighs, and for the first time this evening, looks truly relaxed and happy. Martin and Dan let out little grunts and sighs, as if the tightness and friction have brought them close to the edge of coming.

Melanie is now on the rug, kneeling head-down with her blonde hair fallen over her face. Her glasses lie discarded atop her little red dress next to her high-heel shoes. Anita is kneeling behind her, also nude. She pistons Melanie's pussy with one gold-ringed hand while madly frigging herself with the other. Anita leans close to Melanie's pale pink buttocks, looking closely and licking her lips.

"Ooh-ooh!" you cry as Melissa's skilled tongue flicks your labia left and right.

"On task, dear," she says.

You reclaim her husband's cock and take it in your mouth -- so big, so warm -- and roll his balls in your fingers. They rise, and the skin round them tightens. Melissa resumes her licking, gently to begin, but soon is copying your rhythm on Gordon's cock, fast when you're fast, slow when you're slow, deep when you're deep. It drives you crazy, it's like you're licking yourself! The witch! How can she follow you so well? You glance down and see her hand grasping his ankle, taking her cue from his slight motions. Though you think they might be such skilled sexual athletes that they could do it by telepathy or coded breaths.

Mark has returned, burying his face in Melissa's cunt. You can feel her tongue quiver a bit when he starts in on her, but her licks and probes are soon back in rhythm with your attentions to her husband.

"Miss Doe... may I call you John," Gordon says, "Your sweet, delicious mouth has brought me near to the point where we will have to decide where to fire my cannon." You manage to swallow a giggle at his pompous phrasing. "Or if you feel you're finished, this is the time to change, I'd say."

Melissa detaches her lips from your cunt with a wet kissing sound. "Perhaps you want to ease the way for Mark, dear," Melissa says. "Unless you have an idea, John?"