Ronnie's College Secrets - Part 6
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It had been a week and a half since Sam and I had visited with Sherry. After our wild sex session that night, we'd sat around discussing our sexual experiences, likes and dislikes, watched some shemale porn, and I'd gotten hard again and fucked Sam; "teen vixen" Sam. Doggy style, as Sherry watched and dildo-ed her own asshole. My night had finished off with a double blow job from Sam and Sherry.
Together we'd smoked some weed, but I steered clear of the white powder that Sherry and Sam would snort at regular intervals. I'd drunk another 3 or 4 Scotches before eventually going to sleep in the downstairs "dressing room", and in the morning I was too hungover to attend any classes. I worried about a day-after DUI as I drove home around 11am.
I got an email from Sam on the Thursday before the planned Saturday soiree reminding me about the party at Sherry's place. In the email, Sam asked me to be at a particular street corner at 8pm and expect to be picked up by a black Mercedes. Sam would join me in the car later on in the journey.
I confirmed I'd be attending, and asked Sam the dress code. Sam's reply to my question simply stated "casual" and included a remark about being a college boy and looking like one. He added that a few people at the party would go for the look.
Saturday night came and at the appointed time a black Mercedes Sedan pulled up at the rendezvous point. I got in the back. The driver looked quite a big guy with a shaved head. He was dressed in a dark suit and open-necked white dress shirt. He greeted me by name, then pulled off from the curb. He wasn't much of a talker, although he did mention his name was Doran.
About 20 minutes later we stopped outside Sam's apartment complex. As I saw Sam step to the car I was surprised to see he was dressed. As Sam got into the car beside me I caught sight of stocking tops and suspenders under what looked like a tight black pencil skirt. Sam's top half was covered in a mid-length gray faux fur coat, so I couldn't really see what Sam had on top, except it was also colored black. I saw later that Sam was actually wearing a Coco Chanel classic style "little black dress". Sam was nicely made up, eyes in particular, and was wearing a shoulder length brunette wig. I realized for the first-time Sam actually scrubbed up really well as a girl.
After greeting me, Sam explained some ground rules for Sherry's party.
"When we get there, you can take a bathrobe and get naked. A lot of the guys use a bathrobe, the couples usually too, once things get started. Even some of the trannies sometimes. If Lisa's there, she'll be in a bathrobe. You'll recognize Lisa. Massive tits, an unfeasibly large rack courtesy of multiple silicon implants and a very enthusiastic tranny lover surgeon. Big fake lips too. Not much of a cock. Does porn every now and then, flies out to California for work. Also does exclusive escort work in NYC and Boston. Charges a grand a pop. Walking Barbie doll, she'll usually walk around the house with the bathrobe open so we can all stare at those gargantuan beach balls. Anyway, if I was you I'd walk around maybe half an hour in your street clothes, then take a bathrobe. Oh yeah, you wanna fuck Lisa and you see her free, make a quick move. She's usually very busy at these evenings. She'll like you, so don't be shy going for her".
Sam then explained the "rules of engagement".
"Any couples or more-somes engaging in some action, and it can be in any room, bathroom and kitchen included, if they want you to join they'll let you know. They'll make a hand signal, wave, nod, talk to you, but you'll know if they want you to join. Watching's allowed. But don't join in with anything uninvited. Or Doran here, assuming he's not fucking someone himself at the time, will get angry. Best case scenario you'll be calling a cab home in your underpants"
Sam took a cigarette from a black purse he was holding in his lap and lit it with his lighter. He continued.
"If you go in a room, one of the bedrooms, the dressing room, the Kasbah lounge, any room that isn't open plan, the rule is the door stays open. The only kind of door that gets closed is a bathroom door. You want a private fuck, choose a bathroom. Although Sherry has a key to open all the doors in the house, and it's real bad form for all the bathrooms to be used at once for fucking or other sexual activity. Some things can only be done in the shower, watersports if that is your thing. But there's a no hardsports rule. You need a shit, do it in the toilet, and flush the fucker away"
Sam put the window down on his side of the car and flicked his cigarette butt out of the window.
Doran tutted loudly.
"Shit, sorry Doran"
Sam continued.
"Last. Sherry. Sherry wants a fuck, you fuck her. It's her party and she commands respect. In Sherry's house, Sherry's the boss. She knows in your case that you don't take it anally, so she won't force you. That's why she always meets her people first, in a non-party situation, finds out what they like, what they don't like, gets to know their limits. Matches future guests in her head. But if she needs you, you don't ask twice. Go with it. Oh yeah, one other thing. The serving staff. There will be about maybe 4 or 5 servers, mix of guys and girls. The girls are always girls, not shemales. They'll all suck, they'll all fuck, the guys too, they're pros paid for by Sherry. But like the bathrooms, make sure one or two are still gonna be around to serve drinks or blow to people. It's a no-no to have all the serving staff occupied fucking the guests with nobody left to actually serve. And if you do get with any of the help, you're on a 30-minute timer. If you're nearing the time limit they'll tell you, and the rule is you break off, no questions asked".
Sam stopped talking, and I realized we'd arrived. I hoped I'd remember all the rules.
I was nervous. I asked Sam how many guest usually showed up.
"Most I'd say is 30. Usually nearer 20, I can't remember being here at a party with less than 20 guests. Right now, around 8:45PM, I'd say there will be at least a dozen here. People are told to turn up no later than 10PM. Some guests get here in the afternoon if they've come from out of state. I guess they sit around Sherry's lounge and watch college football or something, I don't really know. I do know they don't fuck in the afternoon. Sherry has a don't fuck 'til the party rule."
Sam paused.
"OK, ready? Let's go".
I left the Mercedes from the right hand rear passenger door, at the same time Sam exited the left. Sam lit another cigarette and we walked up the entrance path. I was pretty nervous. I needed a drink.
Doran opened Sherry's front door for us and let us in. I saw the familiar entrance way and open plan room, but this time instead of being empty there were maybe 10 or so people in the room, some sitting on the large L-shaped leather couch, others standing drinking and chatting. I noticed that in this room so far no-one was engaged in any sexual activity. Was there a rule about that? I'd have to ask Sam.
A strawberry blonde female server in a white blouse and burgundy colored skirt and apron handed me a glass of something fizzy, then handed a glass of the same to Sam.
"Champagne, sir", the server smiled at me. She was young, pretty, wearing understated make-up. "I'm Leanne".
I knew she was a pro, but she looked real innocent. I was sure some guests would go for that. Fuck, I'd probably want to have a piece myself depending on how things turned out.
I took a couple of steps forward and scanned the room. Suddenly from our left, Sherry appeared.
As I was closest to Sherry she greeted me first. In true Sherry style she leaned into my face and kissed me deeply.
"Hi Ronnie!"
Twisting slightly while keeping her right hand on my shoulder, she gave Sam an equally intense kiss.
"Sammy! There's some guests from last time eager to meet you! The Duba's are back up from Maryland, they're on the couch and told me they wanted to catch up with you again. See, over there"
I followed Sam's eyes to the couch. There was an older woman, I was pretty sure it was a natural woman, closest to us. Gray-haired I'd say 50- something, smoking a Virginia Slim. She looked almost aristocratic. She was wearing a blue colored cashmere sweater with a loose turtle neck and a tight black mid-length skirt. She glanced over my way and smiled at me. To her left sat a couple who gave a slight wave to Sam. I guessed these must be the Duba's. Mr. Duba (pronounced doo-bah) looked about 35, his wife I'd put around the same age. She was blonde, attractive, and wore a low-cut blue velvet mini dress exposing the top of what looked like a large natural rippling cleavage. Long smooth legs. Her husband was dressed like he was going to a business meeting, but no necktie.
With a quick "Keep in touch, Ronnie", Sam headed over in the direction of the couch.
Sherry interrupted my thoughts.
"Jim over there, that's Jim Duba, likes to watch Diane, that's his wife, fuck trannies. Last party they didn't get a chance to link up properly with Sammy. They'd chatted early on, but we had a large gay contingent in who loved Sammy's look, and he was very much in demand. Jim tried to set something up with Sammy but it wasn't to be. They got fixed up with someone else OK but they really wanted Sammy. Anyway, I guess tonight's the night! Got to keep the Washington big-shots happy!"
Sherry turned to the side, lit a Marlboro.
Sherry's hair was in a similar style to the last time we'd met but the tips of the gelled spikes on the top of her head had been colored pink. She was wearing the dark red rubber skirt I'd seen in the picture Sam sent me a few weeks back, the same deep red ankle boots. On top Sherry wore a tight pink and black corset, vertical black stripes on a deep pink base, which squeezed her midriff in tightly and forced her surgically enhanced cleavage upwards. Sherry looked very good.
"Ronnie, take a walk around. Everybody's a friend here. We've still got a few people to show up, you'll find something or somebody to your taste".
Then Sherry left me and walked over to the couch, sat down on the edge nearest me, and started conversing with the older gray-haired lady, leaving me on my own. I noticed both Sherry and the woman glance over in my direction a couple of times as they talked.
I felt a bit isolated, out of place. Sammy signaled me to walk over to the couch. As I walked over, I felt a hand on my arm making me pause. Stopping and looking to my right I saw what appeared to be a 40-year-old woman with long blonde hair.
"Hi, I'm Joanna", said the woman, "Sherry mentioned you, you're Ronnie, correct?"
The accent sounded strange, slightly English I thought.
"Hi, yes, I'm Ronnie", I replied nervously.
I took in the woman in front of me. Long blonde hair with a fringe separated near the front of her head by a black cotton hair band, long locks of blonde hair flowing down to the middle of her back.
Deep blue eye shadow and rich dark false eyelashes emphasizing her dark blue eyes. A bright red lipstick fully defining her thick red lips. Some lines around the side of her mouth and eyes making it unmistakable this was a "mature".
It was clear to me that I was not actually about to converse with a natural woman.
The outfit she was wearing was nice. A short purple woolen dress exposing what I now took to be a boob-job cleavage, with an ornate thick jeweled shiny black belt gathering the dress in at the hips. Knee high dark brown platform boots.
Joanna put a cigarette to her lips. A dark-haired male server in the familiar white shirt / burgundy pants uniform who was nearby quickly moved over and clicked his lighter and let Joanna slowly inhale and get her cigarette going.
"First-timer, right?" Joanna continued. "How about I show you the rooms upstairs?"
I gulped.
"We can get you a robe. Plus, a little tour now is better, before the party really gets into full swing".
"Sure," I replied, "If that's OK with you?".
"Oh, it most definitely is, young man. Come on, let's take a look upstairs".
Joanna took me by the arm and led me away from the people talking in the living area. I glanced back at the group in the spacious living area as we walked to the stairs.
Doran, and a guy who looked ostentatiously gay, were talking to a couple of what looked to me like natural girls who looked about 19 to 21 years old. On the couch a little distance round the "L" from where Sam seemed deep in conversation with the Duba's sat two very tall and provocatively dressed dark-skinned trannies. Definitely trannies.
"I hear you like sucking tranny cock and you're really good at it", Joanna whispered in my ear as we started to climb the stairs.
I couldn't really reply, I swallowed dryly again. Joanna was hot, I'd say slightly more feminine than Sherry, but now I'd seen her close up, possibly a couple of years older. I guess I was going to dive into tonight's activities early.
We walked up the curved staircase and arrived in the upper hallway. I could see doors down the walkway to the left, and also doors to the right. Sherry's house was big.
"Let's go left", Joanna said. "If we're lucky the blue room will be free. As we walked past the first open door, Joanna paused, nodded inside. I heard noises coming from the room, a hint of quiet moaning. I took a step forward and looked in.
I saw a naked man, and a woman in nothing but black mesh hold-up stockings, I'd guess late-20s, on the bed inside, both sucking hungrily on the biggest pair of tits I'd ever seen in the flesh. The man's right hand was fondling a small hard cock between the naked large breasted she-he's legs. The three of them were oblivious to Joanna and myself looking in. So, the party had already started.
Joanna edged me back to the hallway.
Taking a quick pull on her cigarette and exhaling, Joanna nodded back toward the room, "Lisa. You've heard of her?".
I nodded.
Joanna continued.
"She'll fuck her way through the party tonight. Eventually that tiny she- dick will come and one lucky guy or girl will get to swallow a teaspoon full of her watery come. And there'll be the big tit bukkake event, you'll be needed for that".
Joanna gently laughed and guided me to the next door. She looked inside and then glanced back to me.
"We're in luck! The blue room is free. Let's mess the bed up a little, no- one's been in here yet".
Joanna grabbed my arm tighter and pulled me into the room. Leaning over towards a dresser against the wall on the left, Joanne extinguished her cigarette, then laid down her empty champagne glass. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She was good.
I pulled away slightly to put my own champagne glass on the dresser.
I could see where the blue room got its name from. A bright blue thick carpet covered the floor. All the furniture, including the wardrobe door, was painted a light duck-egg blue. The dresser on which we'd placed our glasses, and bedside cabinets at each side of the bed were the same color. The bedclothes were also patterned in a swirling design of light and dark blues which looked like circular waves. The pillows were blue. The lighting was bright, a slight blue tinge, but not too bright.
As I turned back to Joanna I started in surprise as a figure wearing the server uniform had arrived at the doorway to the room without me noticing. Before I could say anything, Joanne spoke.
"Leanne, dear, bottle of champagne please. PLUS! Oh yes, and a blue. Blue for the blue room. Don't forget the PLUS!".
The innocent looking server girl left the doorway as instructed. I wondered what the fuck the "PLUS!" was.
"Let's get comfy Ronnie. Put your clothes in the wardrobe, there's fresh robes there also, I think you are going to be busy tonight, so you may as well switch into a robe while they're fresh".
Joanna's English accent was quite sexy.
"I, I, ..." I stuttered.
"Come on, the party's starting", said Leanne as once more she started French kissing me passionately.
Once again I felt myself unable to push back against an older "woman". I kissed Joanna back lustfully. Then, I started to de-robe. I pulled off my Lacoste polo shirt first, kicked off my trainers and started to unzip my pants. Joanna helped me take them off, my boxers peeling away with the pants. Joanna then put my polo shirt and pants on two separate hangers in a half open sliding door wardrobe.
I wasn't fully hard yet. Joanna gently pressed her hand on my chest making me sit back on the bed.
"Ah! Leanne!", Joanna, exclaimed.
Shit! The server was back and here I was buck naked.
"Put the champagne over here, we've got glasses"
Leanne put what looked like a half-bottle of Moet on the bedside table. She also put down a silver tray with 6 lines of white powder and what looked like 2 small blue pills. There were also 2 small black straws on the tray.
The server, Leanne, stepped back to the dresser on the wall opposite the foot of the bed to get our two glasses. As she did I noticed her look my body up and down. She smiled over her shoulder at me as she picked up the glasses. I actually blushed.
Putting the glasses back on the dresser, Leanne turned to Joanna, who was still fully clothed.
"Anything else, miss?" Leanne asked quietly.
Joanna looked in my direction.
"That depends".
Joanna lit a cigarette.
"Ronnie, I class myself a great fuck, and I've heard you can do wonderful things with that tool of yours. I'm definitely having that cock of yours in my ass in a few minutes. But if you want, Leanne can play with us too. I like my cock in a boy ass or a girl ass too. The servers usually have more playtime at the start of the night, so if Leanne turns you on, and you were thinking of a little hook-up with her tonight, anything like that, now is probably the best time".
Joanna flicked some ash into a blue (what other color?) ceramic ashtray, then took a deep inhale.
"What do you say?"
I looked back at Leanne. She smiled at me, seemed to nod.
"Why not?", I managed to say.
"Right!", Joanna beamed. "First things first!"
Joanna leaned over the silver tray, picked up one of the straws and deeply snorted two of the lines of coke. Smiling, Joanna handed me the straw. I felt like I couldn't say no to Joanna, so for the first time in my life I snorted coke. My head buzzed, I saw little pin pricks of light at the side of my eyes as I passed the straw back to Joanna.
"Sharing's caring! Leanne, darling, would you like to indulge?". That English accent again.
Leanne leaned across, squatting down slightly, and snorted the two remaining lines, laying the straw back on the tray with all of the white powder now pretty much gone.
Joanna, rather than Leanne, poured two glasses of champagne, and passed me a glass.
"Chin chin!" said Joanna as she took a deep sip of the fizzy Moet.
Holding the liquid in her mouth, Joanna leaned into Leanne. Leanne opened her own mouth and received the cold liquid from Joanna's lips. Joanna and Leanne kept kissing, hard. This was now getting me hard. Extremely hard.
Joanna handed Leanne what remained of her cigarette. Leanne took two deep quick drags, the crushed the butt out in the ashtray.
Looking at my cock, Joanna gave a knowing smile.
"Lovely! no need for a bluey right now then, Ronnie. You'll need one later though".
Joanna looked over to Leanne. "Time to get ready babe!"
Leanne untied her apron and slung it over by the wardrobe. Reaching behind her, she unzipped the burgundy work skirt. As it slid to the floor my eyes widened. Under her skirt, Leanne wore a body-shaping garter belt which covered her navel, from which thick black straps with silver garter clips stretched down to hold up a pair of shiny flesh tone stockings. Wearing no panties, Leanne's pubic mound was exposed, her brown pubic hair neatly trimmed above her labia.
Leanne quickly undid the top four buttons of her white uniform blouse. Leaving the lowest two buttons tied. She pulled the blouse apart exposing a black lace plunge bra, which she then slid her fingers inside to pull the cups down low. This movement freed up a decent sized pair of tits with large pink areolae, which flopped out in front of me.
Joanna herself pulled the top of her purple dress down to reveal her own surgically enhanced breasts, her thin pointy erect brown nipples poking out. I hadn't really noticed that Joanna was braless until now. Then Joanna slid up the bottom of the dress to reveal a large bulge inside a black see- through thong. Pulling the thong to one side a large uncut cock flopped out, about 8-inches long as it stiffened in front of my eyes.
Joanna and Leanne did the champagne swap again, some champagne escaping from the side of Joanna's mouth as they tongued frantically. I gulped the rest of my champagne down. I wanted to be part of this threesome right now.
Joanna took the glass out of my right hand and placed it on the bedside unit, before both Leanne and her sat down on either side of me.
Without warning Leanne put her mouth to my cock and after a tortuous slow lick the length of my shaft, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and swallowed.
Joanna edged her body closer to my head, and silently presented the tip of her own cock for me to gorge on. I keenly licked and slurped the head, then I too swallowed a cock.
"Oooooohhhh, shit Ronnie", Joanna gasped.
With my mouth full of Joanna's cock, Leanne started to quickly move her mouth up and down my own shaft and I let out a muffled "mmmhhhhh!" in response.
I felt Joanna stretch her arm over my waist and tap Leanne gently on the shoulder. Leanne lifted her head from my cock, as Joanna also withdrew slightly, her cock slowly sliding out of my mouth.
Joanna went into a drawer in the bedside unit and took out a tube of lube.
"Leanne, darling, please be a total doll and lube my asshole. I'm ready for Ronnie to fuck my brains out, and I want to be as lubricated as possible"
She handed the tube to Leanne, and repositioning herself near the top half of the bed, I had to move to free up some space, Joanna moved onto all fours and presented her ass to Leanne.
As Leanne squirted some lube onto her fingers, I groped Leanne's soft floppy tits with my hands, like some horny teen on a first date at a drive- in.
Leanne slid a slippery finger into Joanne's man-quim. As she did I grabbed Leanne's right tit more firmly and roughly started to suck on her nipple. Leanne shuddered slightly and let out a low gasp.
Joanna interrupted.
"Leanne, baby, round here! I want to tongue fuck your cunt when Ronnie's banging me"
I loosened my grip on Leanne's breast, and as she walked round the bottom half of the bed to get to Joanna's face, I stood up behind Joanna's magnificent ass.
Leanne, now sat with her back up against the headboard, opened her legs and let out a moan as Joanna plunged her tongue deep into her cunt.
Without saying anything I splayed Joanna's ass cheeks apart with the fingers of my right hand, positioned the end of my cock at the door to Joanna's mancunt with my left, and pushed myself inside Joanna, hard.
Leanne, who had started moaning, was silent for a few seconds as Joanna lifted her head from her pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!", Joanna cried joyously.
I started to thrust in and out of Joanna's rectum. Joanna returned her attention to Leanne's clit and cunt hole. As I rhythmically shafted Joanna in the ass, Leanne, now whimpering, looked lustfully into my eyes which turned me on even more.
After a short sharp pumping lasting about a minute, Joanna again took her mouth from Leanne's cunt.
"Ronnie, stop, time to switch things around!"
I immediately withdrew my dick from Joanna's ass.
"Leanne, your turn, baby. Ronnie come round here, I want you to fuck little Leanne's mouth while I fill her pussy with my cock!"
Joanna stood up and took the position I'd been in, I sidled over to the head of the bed and sat on a pillow, whilst Leanne gyrated onto all fours, and moved her bottom half to face Joanna. Without delay, Joanna thrusted into Leanne's cunt from behind, forcing Leanne's head forward with a squeal. I fed my cock into Leanne's willing mouth.
Joanna was thrusting rapidly, each pump forcing a high pitched "mmoooh, mmoooh, mmoooh" from Leanne's mouth which was now tightly wrapped around my cock.
Joanna again stopped suddenly.
"I'm going to come soon. Ronnie, time for you to give Leanne the Ronnie treatment"
I glanced blankly at Joanna.
"Leanne baby, lie on your back and face Ronnie"
As Leanne willingly twisted around, Joanna tossed me the tube of lube.
"Get Leanne's ass well-lubed Ronnie, it's time we all got off".
From her prone position, Leanne looked up at me.
"Fuck, yes, do it!" Leanne gasped.
I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto two fingers, tossed the half- spent tube onto the bedside cabinet on my side of the bed, and slid my fingers into Leanne's asshole. She let out another squeal as she squirmed in pleasure.
"Pillows!", Joanna urged, pointing with her left hand.
I grabbed the two pillows I'd been leaning on when Leanne was mouth fucking my cock, and as Leanne raised herself off of the bed, I slid them under Leanne's ample butt. This raised Leanne up a few inches and gave me unfettered access to her anus.
With my back now facing the entrance to the blue room, I leaned forward, pinched the base of my shaft tightly and guided myself slowly into Leanne's asshole.
Leanne initially gulped, then let out a high-pitched moan.
"Yessssssss! I love it. Fuck my ass, please, FUCK ME!"
I started to pump my cock in and out of Leanne's asshole, picking up a little more speed with each thrust. I leaned my mouth close to Leanne's and we kissed as I rode her anally.
I felt Joanna's hand on my shoulder and looked to my left. Joanna's big cock was in my face, without hesitation I started to suck on it.
Joanna pulled her cock from my mouth and fed it into Leanne's. Leanne almost gagged, then started making a low humming noise as I continued to pump her in her ass and Joanna shafted her mouth.
After about 30 more seconds, Joanna pulled her cock out of Leanne's mouth, tensed and shot a big load of seed onto the lower part of Leanne's face and into her open mouth.
"FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!", Joanna almost screamed as she came.
As the spurts from Joanna's cock subsided, I leaned in again to Leanne and kissed her strongly, tasting Joanna's cum as we shared the sperm between us. I licked the come from Leanne's chin, then re-inserted my tongue into Leanne's mouth. I didn't think I was going to last much longer.
Joanna backed away and stood on the carpet, her softening dick glistening. Reaching over to the bedside cabinet, Joanna picked up a cigarette, put it to her lips, and lit up.
Leanne stopped moaning for a few seconds.
"Ronnie, please, take me from behind. Fuck my ass from behind", Leanne begged.
I slid my cock out of Leanne's asshole and she quickly repositioned herself in front of me on all fours.
I raised my waist up slightly and pushed my cock back deeply into Leanne's ass.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh! Hard, fuck me hard, I'm going to cooooommmmmmmme!"
Leanne's ass muscles tightened and I gave up fighting the urge. I spasmed, and shot a monumental load of jizz into Leanne's tight asshole.
I almost screamed in pleasure as the last of my come left my cock.
After a few seconds, Joanna handed the cigarette to a panting Leanne who took several quick drags as Joanna moved round to the side of the bed I was on. I gently eased my cock out of Leanne's asshole.
"Just a few seconds, Leanne, baby" said Joanna.
Lightly pushing me away from Leanne's butt, Joanna bent down and put her tongue by Leanne's asshole, which my come had started to seep out of.
"Push a little, baby", Joanna prompted.
There was a slight farting noise, then Leanne let out another low "oooh" as Joanna tongued and guzzled all of my come from Leanne's asshole.
Joanna stood up and wiped her lips with the outside of her wrist. She made a slight movement of her head to the doorway.
"Seems our audience liked the show"
Fuck! The open-door policy. I glanced round. In the doorway stood the older aristocratic-looking woman from the couch downstairs, and what looked like a husband and wife I hadn't seen earlier. The older woman was smoking a Virginia Slim. She smiled at me, silently mouthed the word "later". Then she and the couple headed back into the hallway.
There was a small bathroom attached to the blue room. Leanne made the first move to go and get cleaned up.
Joanna looked at me again.
"Bravo, Ronnie, that was beautiful. You certainly got me going. You know that's the first time in at least 2 years I've fucked a pussy. I'd have preferred your ass. You ever ever change your mind about taking it, you need to call me"
Putting her tits back in her dress, Joanna poured the last of the Moet into her glass. Lighting another cigarette, she raised her glass in my direction.
"Welcome to your first Sherry party!"
I kind of half smiled back.
Leanne re-entered the bedroom from the attached bathroom. She picked up her apron, reached out to Joanna and took her cigarette from her fingers. Joanna, helped Leanne get her apron reattached. While she was doing this, Leanne took another three or four deep drags of the cigarette and handed it back to Joanna. Apart from the fact Leanne looked slightly flushed, you'd never have thought she'd just had such a hard fucking from two of Sherry's guests.
As Leanne walked back into the hallway with the silver tray in her hand, she smiled at me and mouthed the words "Thank you".
"Ronnie!", Joanna snapped me out of my thoughts. "I'll get you one of my business cards later. For now, get yourself cleaned up, put on a robe, and here ...", Joanna handed me the two blue pills, "Put these in your pocket. You see somebody you like later, engage, take a pill, then have fun about 15 minutes after. Make some small talk, kiss, then when you feel the pill kicking in, fuck yourself silly"
Joanna laughed.
"Right, time to clean my dick up and get myself back downstairs. Sounds like the DJ has got here"
I hadn't noticed but the sounds of dance music had started filtering up from downstairs.
"I love to dance! Not as much as I love to fuck, but I'll dance for a little while until the mood takes me again. There's a few newbies here tonight"
I turned to leave the room.
"Ronnie!"
Fuck, what was it now?
"One last thing. I'm going to bet on you in the come pool!"
I looked totally confused.
"At the end of every Sherry party all guy guests, and Doran, can take part in a competition. That fake breasted cum-slut Lisa presents her silicone balloons to every guy who wants to take part. TV's included. The competitors stand in a circle around her and have to jerk off at full speed. Slow strokers are disqualified, there's no fucking about. The pool usually has some serious cash in it. Last to come wins. I'm betting on you, Ronnie. The winner also takes the post come auction cash"
Fuck, I was even more confused.
I managed to stutter out a "What?" before Joanna explained.
"There's bidding for who gets to lick all the come off of Lisa's melons. Last time I was here a married couple paid 1800 bucks for the privilege! Your friend Sammy got a real nice bonus. Got himself enough for a trip to Boston for some comic convention bullshit".
Joanna seemed to lose herself in thought, then laughed.
"See you soon, Ronnie. See you soon. You want a Round 2 with me tonight, I'm all ears. Just reach out to me. I'm sure anything you can think up will take my fancy"
I left the blue room, turned left and headed back to the stairway. As I passed the neighboring room I glanced in. I got a view of Sam naked except for black stockings and suspenders fucking Jim Duba's ass doggy style as a Diane Duba, also in nothing but a pair of black stockings, caught it all on a camcorder.
The mysterious gray-haired older woman sat on a chair near the bed watching. She took a languid inhale on her lit Virginia Slim, saw me looking in and winked at me as she exhaled a jet of gray smoke in my direction.
To be continued.