Ian makes love to Anette, and Elizabeth

When the lights went out, I followed Talia's lead and climbed onto Anette. We were face to face in the dark, and I could see her blonde hair, her smile...

All around us, there were rustled blankets, discarded garments, pleasured moans. Elizabeth was pressing in on Anette, but I couldn't see what she was doing. I could hear Talia and Rachel, though, shamelessly assembling themselves into a pleasurable position on the bed.

From across the room, I heard Stephanie say, "now!" as she and Simon finally consummated their relationship.

Anette pulled my dick out of my underwear, and pulled her body up toward mine. We kissed, a wild sensation of tongue and sweet lip gloss and her coconut lotion. After a split-second of fumbling, I was inside her. Her wet snatch took my full length in a single thrust, demonstrating how aroused she had been this entire evening. A thought popped into my head as we started to build momentum, that I had met her just two hours earlier, on the dance floor. That I would never see her after tonight.

I pulled my arms behind her, and held her close while I thrusted. Her moans joined the chorus around us, Amy, Stephanie, and Corrine no longer bothering to keep quiet, along with more masculine sounds. Inches from me, Elizabeth was obviously masturbating, unable to stifle her own sounds of pleasure. Muffled, wet sounds were everywhere, especially on the opposite side of the small bed, where the lesbians had found each other in a 69 position.

Anette felt amazing on my cock. I trailed kisses down her neck to her breast, teased a nipple, and took it into my mouth roughly. She moaned, and brought a hand down to meet the joining of our bodies. It only took a few strokes of her clit before the Norwegian beauty convulsed in ecstasy underneath me.

"Vould you like to switch?" It took me a minute to realize that my sated lover was not talking to me. Anette had whispered this to Elizabeth. I rolled off of Anette, onto my back, and before I knew it, I could make out the silhouette of my shy, curvy Elizabeth positioning herself above me.

She started moving her hips, rubbing her bare, wet snatch over my erection. I reached for that thin ribbon on her chest, pulled out the bow, and took a handful of her enormous, perfect breast. She removed the rest of the garment, and pulled me into an intimate kiss. We were content like that for a moment, but she wanted more.

"Ian, let's have sex." She repositioned herself, and guided my cock into herself. She was hotter and wetter than she had ever been when we were fooling around. I felt like I was in heaven.

Then, the lights came on.