‘What’s the point?’ asked Brian. ‘Do you expect them to make us feel inadequate or something?’
Pavin threw back his head and laughed heartily. ‘It’s difficult to imagine you feeling inadequate, Brian! No, the point is this. Before the ladies begin, we gentlemen take off our clothes and sit on chairs around the floor space. The women can touch us, but not with their hands, and they can talk to us but we can’t answer them.
‘The idea is to see which of us manages to control ourselves the best. In other words, he who comes last comes first!’
Paul Woolcott grinned at Tansy. ‘That sounds great, honey, don’t you think?’
She smiled at him. ‘It certainly does; but I doubt if you’ll win.’
The smile faded from her husband’s face and Pavin frowned. ‘Personal remarks like that are not appreciated, Tansy. He might surprise you yet. Perhaps with an audience he’ll outlast us all.’
It was only now that Pavin had revealed the full details of the night that Deborah realised how useful their session earlier had been to him. Unless the other men had been similarly engaged with their partners just before dinner, it would obviously be easier to arouse them sexually than someone who’d only had a climax two hours earlier.
The soup bowls were removed, rare roast beef placed in front of them, and animated chatter broke out as they all discussed Pavin’s idea. ‘What do you think, Debbie?’ Richard asked, leaning across the table towards her.
‘I’m looking forward to it.’
‘Have you ever done anything like it before?’
She laughed. ‘Hardly! It isn’t usual at publishing parties in London!’
‘But you were living with an actor; he must have taken you to some pretty wild parties.’
‘Not that wild,’ she assured him. ‘Mick liked to be the centre of attention himself. He’d never have sat back and watched women performing with each other.’
‘He’s missed a lot; it’s a great turn on.’
‘Only for you men,’ complained Celia, who looked less happy than the rest of them at the prospect. ‘I’d rather make love to a man any day.’
‘I’m sure you would, Celia,’ said Pavin calmly. ‘The point is though, this gives you a chance to show us all exactly what you’d like us to do to you, and I have a feeling that once you get involved you’ll enjoy yourself. You’ve never minded threesomes with another woman.’
‘No, and I don’t mind this, I simply prefer to have a man somewhere in the scene.’
Pavin grinned. ‘You’ll have five of us very heavily involved, Celia. Just think what you can do to us when trying to make us lose!’
Celia looked directly at her husband’s boss. ‘You expect to win this, don’t you? After all, your control is legendary.’
Deborah was surprised to hear it; he seemed to get carried away when he was with her.
‘It’s up to you to make sure I don’t then, isn’t it?’ he responded, but it was plain from the look in his eyes that he didn’t care for Celia’s direct attack on him.
‘She’s annoyed because Martin didn’t get the job in Texas that she wanted for him,’ Richard explained to Deborah in a low voice. ‘Pavin said he needed Martin here on the mainland but she sees it as a demotion and won’t shut up about it. I feel quite sorry for Martin because he’s perfectly happy.’
Brian turned to Tansy who was sitting on his left. ‘I think you should be able to make Elizabeth very happy, especially if you combine your talents with Flora.’
‘I’ll choose my own partners thank you,’ responded Tansy. ‘If I’m any judge of things, Flora will want to be involved with Pavin’s nubile blonde most of the time. She’d love to show him she can excite her more than he can.’
‘I should think she’d drop dead in the process!’ laughed Brian. ‘The delightful Deborah looks like one very satisfied young woman tonight.’
When the small pots of dark chocolate mousse had finally been eaten and the last of the liqueurs drunk, everyone rose reluctantly from the table to walk the short distance to the smaller room where the game was to be played.
‘It’s not that I’m not looking forward to this, because I am,’ confessed Martin. ‘It’s just that the food tonight was superb and the whole atmosphere more inducive to sleep than sex.’
‘It was designed to relax you and bring your sensuality to the fore,’ said Pavin with a grin. ‘Only an Englishman would confuse that with a programme designed to send him to sleep! Come along, let’s get the show underway.’
In the room where Deborah had first been introduced to Pavin’s idea of evening ‘games’ the chairs had been pushed back to the sides of the room and the women immediately stepped into the square in the middle, then turned to Pavin for guidance.
His eyes gleamed with amused anticipation and Flora literally went weak at the knees when he caught her eye and winked in a conspiratorial manner. She wanted him so badly, not just for a day or a night, but for the rest of her life. Yet no sooner had Angela gone than this English girl had appeared, to come between her and the man she wanted. She was determined to show him in some way before the two weeks were up that it was she, not Deborah, who was most suited to becoming his next wife. The fact that he’d marry again was taken for granted by all who knew him. He never stayed single for more than a year.
At that moment soft music began to fill the room, coming through four speakers concealed in the corners. It was mostly reed pipes and sounds of the sea, conjuring up images of tropical shores and warm sunshine. The women felt their muscles relaxing and grew languid.
‘Begin when you like, ladies,’ said Pavin as soon as all the men had removed their clothes. ‘I think there should be at least a ten-minute show before you approach any of us though.’
Deborah felt awkward. Elizabeth was already reaching up behind her and unzipping her flame-coloured dress so that it fell into a soft heap at her feet, while Tansy was elegantly shrugging off her shoulder straps.
For the first time, Deborah wished she’d worn something that was easier to unfasten, but then Celia came round behind her and very slowly slid each of the buttons out of its loop of material until the dress was open right down to the base of her spine.
‘Bend forward,’ Celia whispered, and Deborah did as she suggested, letting her arms hang down so that the dress slipped off her torso, revealing her half-cup satin bra trimmed with French lace. Then she wriggled out of the rest of it and threw the dress over to where Pavin was sitting.
Now all the women were down to their underwear, but it was Flora who was the first to remove her G-string and black lace bra and the men gave her a round of applause. Deborah looked at where they were sitting and saw that already Martin and Richard had partied erections, and this encouraged her to remove her own matching panties and bra and very soon none of the women had any clothing left on.
The music continued to play, and Deborah found that, like the others, she was swaying in time to the reed pipes. It felt good when her breasts moved gently and her stomach arched as her hips undulated sensuously.
It wasn’t long before Tansy was stroking Celia’s breasts, running her fingers round the outline of the areolae and then skimming them across the top of the nipples in a way that had Celia sighing with contentment.
Deborah continued to dance and watch, but then Elizabeth approached her. ‘Lie down, Debbie,’ she said quietly. ‘I’d like to give you a massage.’ Deborah lay face down on the carpet, and felt the small but surprisingly strong fingers kneading at her trapezius muscles, loosening small pockets of tightness between her shoulder blades and then tenderly flowing up the sinews of her neck and into her scalp so that she moved her head around to increase the contact.
‘Turn over,’ Elizabeth murmured in her ear, and Deborah willingly obeyed. Now Elizabeth could use her mouth on the tall blonde’s breasts and belly, not licking in the way that Deborah was used to but instead using her tongue like a knife and stabbing at highly sensitive nerve points, moving so quickly from pl
ace to place that Deborah never knew where the next sensation would come from.
Without realising it, Deborah had parted her legs, and while Elizabeth continued to work her upper body with her mouth, Tansy sat between the outstretched thighs and let her fingers explore the warm moist tissue of the young woman’s inner sex lips. She was surprised at first to find that Debortah’s clitoris was reluctant to swell, but then she guessed that Pavin must have made love to her just before dinner and she wasn’t really ready for full rearousal.
Tansy glanced across to the other women, and they quickly came and joined her so that soon it was only Deborah who was spreadeagled on the carpet, while all the other women set to work on this newcomer in their midst.
All that Deborah knew was that there were hands everywhere. Fingers caressed her inner knees and thighs, others massaged her breasts and belly while soft tongues swirled around her ears and beneath her armpits.
She felt totally relaxed and when one of the women inserted a small finger into her rectum she welcomed it, because after her earlier experience with Pavin and the candle she now had a need to be filled there as well. In the meantime Flora was sliding two fingers rapidly in and out of Deborah’s front passage, feeling the other woman’s juices surrounding her and knowing that this was what Pavin enjoyed.
Deep within Flora an anger grew and her movements increased in vigour. She added a third finger so that Deborah was now as full as she wanted to be. She moaned a little and tried to shift her hips, but Tansy was sitting astride her, letting her rigid, permanently exposed clitoris rub the soft fair skin of Deborah’s abdomen, gripping her waist with her thighs to increase the pressure.
The men watched in rising excitement. They were all fully erect now because the women made sure that whatever they did there was always a gap through which the men could see what was happening.
What was particularly arousing about the scene was the fact that it was Deborah who had become so abandoned. She was the one whose eyes were closed, whose breathing was rapid and audible and whose twitching legs, twisting head and frantic attempts at hip movements signified her state of high arousal.
To most of them she always seemed cool and controlled, and yet now she was as abandoned as any of the women if not more so. And when Flora continued thrusting with three fingers but used her thumb to rotate the now aroused and visible clitoris, Deborah climaxed immediately, giving a long drawn-out moan of satisfaction as the ripples of orgasm washed over her. The women seemed to take this as a signal to turn their attention elsewhere, and leaving Deborah sprawled on the carpet they approached the watching men.
Elizabeth went to Paul. After swaying in front of him for a few seconds she went down onto her knees and then licked the tops of his toes before letting her tongue travel up the length of his leg until she reached the creases at the tops of his thighs.
His erection was huge; his glans purple and apparently shining with a drop of clear pre-ejaculatory fluid which was balanced in the slit at the top of the head. He swallowed hard. Knowing that he found Elizabeth tremendously attractive, he couldn’t imagine how he was going to last very long if she kept letting her breasts brush against him while using her mouth on his most sensitive parts.
As Paul struggled, Martin had to endure Tansy sitting astride his legs and moving herself back and forth so that her whole vulva was stimulated, and her permanently exposed clitoris gradually slid more and more easily over him as his legs became moistened by her secretions.
He could feel that tiny fleshy button expanding with every move she made, and saw in her eyes that she was approaching a climax. This was so incredibly exciting that she didn’t need to touch him at all and he was desperately afraid of coming first. He bit on his lower lip and prayed that someone would have less self-control than he had.
Celia was working on Pavin. She was determined to make sure that he didn’t win the competition, not because she didn’t like him – she did – but because he was always so good at everything that just for once she wanted to see him lose.
Pavin knew what she was about and since the sight of Deborah, only just beginning to pull herself upright after her orgasm, her hair rumpled and her face flushed, had aroused him far more than he’d expected at this stage, he thought that Celia’s chance of success was greater than she perhaps anticipated. Nevertheless, since he hated to lose, he would oppose her as much as his flesh would allow.
Celia knew that it was the sight of Deborah that was the greatest aphrodisiac for the American this evening, so she wisely moved behind him and, leaning over the back of his chair, let her breasts rub up and down his spine and over the massive breadth of his shoulders while he remained watching the young Englishwoman. ‘Isn’t she lovely?’ she purred. ‘Don’t you wish you could take her here and now? She was so moist to touch, Pavin, so very moist.’
Then, as Deborah got unsteadily to her feet and began to make her way towards Richard, Celia let her tongue caress the outside of Pavin’s earlobes before drawing it lazily round his inner ear and then down the side of his neck.
It was subtle but arousing and her words had only inflamed him more. Pavin felt his testicles tighten and draw up towards his body despite his earlier climax. It was the sight of Deborah lying on the floor at Richard’s feet, her legs stretched upwards round his waist so that he could look down on her open, still damply excited flesh that was adding to his difficulties, and yet when he looked away he found that he wanted to look back to see exactly what she was doing now, and how Richard was coping with such abandoned behaviour from the least likely member of the group.
Richard wasn’t coping at all well. From the moment Flora had stripped naked he’d been consumed with lust for her; and then when this beautiful blonde, still bright-eyed and sated from her climax with the other women, proceeded to lie down at his feet and wrap her legs around him, tilting her pubic mound upwards and then clenching and unclenching her internal muscles so that he could see the entrance to her vagina contracting, it was too much for him. With a groan he felt his semen rising up along the shaft of his tight penis, tried vainly to distract himself with thoughts of other things and then as Deborah sighed with the genuine bliss of an orgasm induced by her own muscular efforts, he was forced to concede defeat and his sperm shot from him, up across the front of his stomach where it dribbled warmly down again into the dip of his navel.
The sound of Richard’s climax proved too much for Martin. Tansy had now manipulated herself to two orgasms on his legs and her breasts had been continually thrust into his mouth, whereupon he’d found himself licking at their proud firmness without thinking about the consequences, unable to resist the perfection of their shape.
His legs were trembling, his scrotum aching and his foreskin tight and once he knew that someone had already come he allowed himself to lose control and as he spurted, Tansy bent her torso so that his shaft was caught between those delicious round globes and his own stomach. This increased pressure gave him one of the longest orgasms he’d ever had and he heard himself shout with the joy of it.
As Elizabeth continued to work on Paul, Flora was busy with Brian. She had used her knowledge of his darker streak to good effect, teasing him cruelly by nipping at his most tender flesh, even just below the tip of the glans, so that Brian had nearly been driven to distraction by the swings between pain and pleasure that her teeth and tongue caused him. When she sat on his naked lap, pressed her hard pubic bone against the root of his shaft and then bent forward and bit on each of his nipples in turn he too was lost. Flora then had the satisfaction of feeling him spurt warmly between their bellies while he cursed her softly under his breath.
Now it was only Pavin and Paul left in. The other women, their work finished, moved to the centre of the room and Tansy lay down on the floor, her legs supported on Celia’s shoulders while they got Deborah, whom they knew Pavin was watching, to work on Tansy’s still eager clitoris with her tongue.
Deborah found that it was very rewarding to let her tong
ue glide over the erect little organ, moist with Tansy’s copious juices, and to feel it jump and judder beneath her as it rushed towards a climax.
‘I’m coming!’ Tansy shouted suddenly, and then she was shaking with the force of the orgasm but because there was no hood there her clitoris remained upright and Deborah found that she couldn’t stop stimulating it.
Despite Tansy’s panicked cries for a moment’s respite, Deborah continued to work away remorselessly at her. She could feel the debased flesh trying to shrink away, but the other women were caught up in the excitement too, and they held Tansy still while the clitoris was licked and flicked and then Deborah took it into her mouth and suckled on it like a tiny kitten.
The searing moment of agony passed in seconds, and then Tansy was precipitated headlong into a shattering climax that made her lose consciousness for a few brief seconds while her body continued to shake and heave with uncontrollable contractions. At last Deborah left the shattered woman alone.
Both Pavin and Paul had seen it all, but because Elizabeth was so excited by sado-masochism she forgot to work on Paul during Tansy’s final moments of pain-filled bliss. Celia though continued relentlessly to stimulate Pavin, whispering how Deborah looked and finally moving to the front of him and drawing his huge glans into her mouth she sucked on it just as Deborah was sucking on Tansy.
Even for Pavin it was too much. He gave what sounded like a bellow of rage and then he was spending himself straight into Celia’s mouth, thrusting fiercely into her soft lips as though it was her sex lips he was invading and Celia swallowed it all with silent satisfaction. When he’d finished Pavin was breathing heavily but he had to smile at her. ‘Well done, Celia! You really worked for that. Paul, I think that makes you the winner. You were quite wrong about him, Tansy.’
‘And I’m the only one fit to do anything but sleep when we retire!’ laughed Paul, thankful that he and Tansy could still go on to the sauna room as they’d planned, before going to their bedroom.
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