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  Arisa said, “I think we need to change the purpose of these orgies to Naomie fuck parties.”

  “No complaints from me.” Fred gripped Naomie’s ass cheeks, spreading them so she could stroke Naomie’s rim with her thumbs.

  Naomie cried out as she moved faster. She was close to begging. If Fred hadn’t been holding her in this position, she would have impaled her hole on the toy already.

  Mia said, “We do that and Quincy and Dane will want in on it.”

  “Good. Let them. At least that way I might get another chance at Naomie’s ass.” Fred shifted back, dragging the vibe over Naomie’s pussy, and then placed the vibe’s tip against Naomie’s hole.

  Done with teasing, Naomie shoved back. Each rippled edge of the toy as it passed her rim pulled a happy cry from her until she was panting loud. Fred thrust, planting the vibe deep with every stroke.

  “Oh yes! Oh yes! Yes! Yessss!” Naomie arched her back down and her ass up, trying to get closer and send the vibe farther along its path. Her pussy winked and drooled over the internal humming massage. She started rubbing her clit so she could reach her orgasm quicker.

  Arisa grabbed Naomie’s wrist. “No you don’t. Until this party is over, that little clit is all mine.”

  Fred paused her movements long enough for Arisa to lie on her back beneath Naomie. Arisa’s legs hung off the other side of the square ottoman with her head situated between Naomie’s spread legs.

  “Such a lovely view.” Arisa passed one hand over Naomie’s slit. “And it will look so much better when I add this.” She stuffed the G-spot vibrator into Naomie’s pussy and flipped it on to the maximum setting.

  Naomie’s arms gave out. She dropped onto Arisa, her breasts pressing against the woman’s waist. The vibrator stimulated Naomie inside and out. Her clit pulsed, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

  Arisa said, “That’s not all.”

  The intensity of the vibe in Naomie’s ass increased until it resonated with the vibrations in her pussy. Her entire body quaked with orgasm. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Goddamning fuck!”

  “Such a filthy mouth,” Mia said, coming around to Naomie’s head. “Let’s give you something to keep it busy.” She tapped one end of the double-headed dildo against Naomie’s lips.

  Naomie continued shaking as she lifted her head and opened her mouth. Mia eased the dildo past Naomie’s lips at the same time Fred started moving again. Naomie sucked the dildo deep, needing something to occupy her mouth. She only wished it were the real thing. The toy reminded her she hadn’t gotten to suck Dane’s dick that morning.

  She had gotten a good rhythm going, when Mia pulled the dildo free. Naomie whined at her but shouldn’t have bothered because Mia gave her the other side. As Naomie sucked it, Mia inserted the wet end into her pussy. She rocked with a satisfied purr, nudging the dildo so it bumped the back of Naomie’s throat.

  Mia pushed the dildo nice and deep inside her pussy before pulling it from Naomie. This time she gave it to Arisa. Mia bent her knees, spread Arisa’s legs and entered Arisa in a swift, well-practiced move. Arisa squealed with delight. Her reaction jiggled the vibrator she held, which got Naomie squealing too.

  Since Naomie had lost her pacifier, she lifted up onto her hands and went after Mia’s breasts instead. Time to repay her earlier. Naomie latched on to the closest one to her mouth and sucked until the nipple was hard and Mia was moaning. Naomie flicked her tongue up and down over the taut bud and then side to side. As much as she wanted to tease Mia with her teeth, she couldn’t chance it, not with Fred moving in her ass. Naomie might get too excited and bite down. That would ruin everything.

  With each of the women singing her passion for the neighborhood to hear, ending early would be a bad thing. Well, ending early due to injury. There were other ways to end the session that were much more delightful.

  Such as Naomie flicking her fingers over Arisa’s clit. After shifting her weight and walking her fingers down Arisa’s stomach, Naomie used two fingers to tease the sensitive skin. Arisa bucked to meet Mia’s thrusts at the same time she stirred the vibrator inside Naomie, who bounced her hips faster. Fred tried to hold Naomie steady, possibly to slow her down, but Naomie was too far gone for slow. The previous orgasm had been a teaser for the one Naomie knew was coming.

  “Cookie, stop,” Fred rasped, digging her fingers into Naomie’s ass.

  Naomie didn’t know what Arisa was doing but it had Fred trembling.

  Arisa said, “Naomie isn’t the only one around here with a sensitive ass.”

  “Not two, honey. Not…Arisa…not…no-not—ah!” Fred slammed forward, burying the vibrating anal probe into Naomie’s asshole, and shook as her climax overcame her.

  The sudden deep penetration sent Naomie over the edge after Fred. Naomie squeezed Arisa’s shoulders between her knees as her body tightened with her release. The resonating vibrations of the two toys inside her kept wave after wave of her orgasm beating against her. She whimpered her need to stop and moaned her pleasure that it continued.

  “So quick, you two.” Mia tsked while shaking her head and still pumping Arisa’s pussy.

  Naomie jerked her head up and managed to yell, “Quick?” She grabbed the handle of the vibrator from Arisa and pulled it out. Whipping it forward, she pressed the humming tip against Mia’s clit.

  Mia ground against the vibe and drove the double-headed dildo deeper into herself and Arisa. Both women moaned as they squirmed against each other.

  Fred backed out of Naomie, walked around the group and knelt down. “Let’s find out how sensitive your ass is.”

  Mia started to shift away but Arisa wrapped her legs around Mia’s thighs, trapping her. Naomie decided now was a good time to taste Mia’s other nipple. She circled her tongue around it, enjoying the way it quivered.

  Fred’s attention got Mia thrusting again and Arisa yelling louder. The two women came in unison, their pleasured vocalizations complimenting each other. Mia dropped to her knees.

  Tired panting filled the room. As much as Naomie wanted to collapse, she couldn’t with Arisa sprawled beneath her. She inched back, taking it slow in case her muscles betrayed her, and crawled off the ottoman so she could slump to the floor.

  Arisa said in a weak tone, “Best orgy to date.”

  The others murmured their agreement. Though Naomie admitted to that truth, that didn’t mean she wanted to do this ever again. Her plug would be firmly in place from now on. She couldn’t do another session like this one. Her friends played too rough…well rougher than she was used to from them. She would be aching if she didn’t keep herself limber with her morning exercises. Then again, that might not save her this time around. She would see once her body had time to lodge complaints with her head.

  Until then, Naomie was taking a much-needed nap.

  Chapter Three

  Evening—Lesson Learned

  A dick Naomie didn’t recognize was pressed against one cheek of her ass. That was Naomie’s first thought when she opened her eyes to the darkened room. The second thought was confusion over her current whereabouts. She didn’t recognize the room, not that she could see much. The bed didn’t feel familiar and she really wanted to know who was behind her.

  Naomie had impressive skin memory. She could tell anyone’s identity by the way a person fondled her, how the person kissed or how a man’s dick felt pressed against or rubbing inside her body. After the few orgies she’d taken part in while wearing a blindfold, it was a handy talent to have. At times her talent had been used as a party game to see if the men could stump her. She hadn’t lost to date but only because she’d known all the men playing.

  This dick’s owner was unknown. He had an impressive piece—thick and smooth. She didn’t feel any veins, which she should since it was erect and caressing her in a slow, dry hump. The length as it slid over her ass from crown to base had her a little breathless. It was longer than Dane’s, which should be considered a crime. Or at the very least unfair to the
rest of the male population. Somewhere out there was a man with barely any dick at all to offset this monster.

  The owner wrapped his large, hot hand around the back of her thigh. He nudged gently, pressing his fingers into her skin and urging her to bend her knee, to move her leg forward enough to allow him access. His movements were subtle…soft, as though trying not to startle her…or wake her. He was trying to slip in—ease his tip between her pussy lips and prod her channel entrance with short thrusts until he gained entry so he could fill her to overflowing.

  It was a tempting proposition. Her pussy had already started drooling over the hot sausage headed its way. If he moved his hand to the side and touched her slit, she would coat his fingers with her juices. He would know she was more than ready for his brand of intrusion. If…

  “Evening, Quincy. How was work?” Naomie asked in a dry voice.

  Quincy chuckled as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder. “You were awake. I thought I was being slick.”

  “More like you woke me up rubbing that baseball bat over my ass.”

  “Open up and I’ll show you my grand slam.” He gripped her leg and prepared to spread her thighs, all pretense of subtlety gone.

  Naomie hesitated, debated. While she was thinking, Quincy released her.

  He pulled away, yelling, “Ow. Ow. Ow, woman. Damn. Let go. Let go.”

  Naomie rolled over and saw Mia holding Quincy by his ear. He curled around the abused appendage, which took him from Naomie and half off the bed.

  Mia rambled at him in rapid Spanish while gripping his ear harder.

  “Okay, okay. I get it. Let go.”

  She shoved him away and then smacked his forehead with the butt of her hand.

  Quincy said as he rolled to a sitting position, “So you get to fuck her but I don’t. That’s fair.”

  “I don’t do her in her sleep like some horny, oversexed dog,” Mia snapped.

  Naomie choked back her derisive snort. Wasn’t it a short while ago that Mia had joked about doing just that?

  Wait. How short a while ago? Naomie looked around for a clock. Not finding one or her purse, which held her cell phone, she asked, “What time is it?”

  “Almost seven, mamí. I was about to wake you when Quincy came home. He said he was going to change and I figured all his tromping about would do the trick. When neither of you came out, I came to check. And good thing.”

  Quincy grumbled, “If you had waited another few minutes, we would have been into it. Then you could have joined us.”

  “Join you? Join you! I’m your wife. You come satisfy me,” she grabbed her crotch and tugged, “before you go sticking it to someone else.”

  “Then come here.” He pulled Mia onto his lap so she straddled him.

  Naomie laughed and shook her head as she climbed off the other side of the bed. “You two have fun. I have to get home to my horny husband before he wonders what happened to me.” Her skirt was still around her waist but she had to locate her top and her thong. The thong not so much but she definitely needed the top.

  Mia said, “I already—” She stopped so she could fend off Quincy’s kisses with a hand over his face. “I already texted him and let him know you were sleeping.”

  “Thanks. You should have woken me up though. I wanted to be home before him.”

  “Mamí, you needed sleep bad. If I know Dane, and I do, you won’t be getting to sleep any time in the next four or five hours. He’ll appreciate you being rested and fresh for him.”

  “Rested maybe.” She sniffed her arm. The scent of sex clung to her. “Fresh is another matter.” She wished she had time for a shower because Dane wouldn’t let her take one before jumping her.

  Or maybe he would be too tired from work and would appreciate the time to rest while she cleaned up. That was a possibility. Only one way to find out.

  Naomie strolled into the living room and spotted her top draped across the back of one of the dining room chairs. Mia’s home was back to normal, leaving behind no evidence that four women had had a toy-party orgy a few hours ago. Except for the cheesecake bites. Two lone cubes sat on the serving tray, begging Naomie to eat them.

  She hesitated as she reached for the chocolate one. Mia might be saving these for herself or Quincy. Naomie let out a wistful sigh. Three more weeks and she could have them again. Maybe next time she could have more than a handful before the ladies ganged up on her.

  After pulling her top over her head, she scanned the room for her thong and didn’t see it. Either Mia had put it someplace out of the way so prying eyes wouldn’t see it or one of the ladies had decided to take a keepsake of the encounter. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  No real loss. Naomie preferred being sans panties. She grabbed her purse and dug through it for her cell phone as she headed for her car. A quick tap of the Power button showed no new messages or missed calls. She sent off a quick text to let Dane know she would be home soon.

  “Hold up, mamí.” Mia jogged across the lawn. “You sure you’re okay to drive?”

  “I’m fine.” Naomie grinned. “I did just take a four-hour nap. Or thereabouts.” She glanced over Mia’s shoulder at the open front door. “Are you sure you should be leaving your man? He might decide to take that thing and terrorize downtown Tokyo.”

  “How did you know my pet name for his dick is Godzilla?”

  Naomie snorted. “What else would it be? King Dong?”

  “That’s clever. I’ll have to see how he likes that.”

  “How long does it take you to ride that thing to empty?”

  “All night,” Mia said in a husky voice as she squeezed her thighs together. She licked her lips with a light grunt and then focused on Naomie. “But he can wait. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “Fine.”

  Mia cupped Naomie’s cheek and moved closer, worry creasing her brow. “You’re sure? I can drive you home if Dane can’t pick you up.”

  Naomie laughed softly as she rested her hands on Mia’s hips and shifted the woman closer, enjoying Mia’s gentle warmth. “What’s wrong, lady? Why all the worry?”

  “You didn’t even twitch when Fred picked you up and put you to bed. All of us were worried we might have been too rough.”

  “You three didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of my definition of too rough. I just had a weird day. My whole rhythm was thrown off so I didn’t get enough sleep this morning. I’m all caught up now.”

  “You’re sure? I feel bad—”

  Naomie leaned forward and captured Mia’s lips in a reassuring kiss. Mia was such a good friend for worrying. The ladies had never seen Naomie exhausted, not that it happened very often. Naomie was wide awake, thanks to her nap, and her libido was fully recharged. The way the kiss graduated to pressed tongues and deep tasting was testament to that.

  Mia slipped her hand under Naomie’s top, cupped Naomie’s left breast and flicked one finger over the nipple ring. Pulling back from the kiss, Mia said, “I didn’t get to play with this as much as I wanted.”

  “You played with it enough.” Naomie’s nipple hardened and her pussy ached with yearning from the slight jiggle of the ring. The nap had definitely been what she needed for a full recovery.

  “Not as much as usual.” Mia placed a quick kiss on Naomie’s lips while squeezing her nipple. Naomie’s soft, needy mewl pulled a smile from Mia, who whispered, “Not as much as you like. But I can never play with you as much as you like during these get-togethers. How long has it been since we enjoyed each other one-on-one?”

  Naomie couldn’t answer. Not because she couldn’t remember but because Mia had moved her free hand between Naomie’s thighs and started rubbing Naomie’s clit. Naomie fell the few inches back against the side of her car while lifting one leg to ride Mia’s hip.

  Mia stopped fondling Naomie’s breast so she could grip Naomie’s thigh, digging her fingers into her flesh. She shifted closer so her breasts pressed against Naomie’s and then trailed the tips of her fingers
down to Naomie’s pussy entrance and tickled—a quick wiggle of her fingers that teased Naomie into wanting more.

  “They think you’re hot in a group but Dane and I know better. You shine brightest when you’re focused on one person who knows all the ways to touch you.” Mia pressed one finger upward as far as it would go, pulling a lustful keen from Naomie. “To tease you.”

  A hungry grunt drew both women’s attention to Quincy, who stood in the doorway naked and jerking off. His fist moved in rapid up-and-down strokes as he stared at Naomie and Mia.

  He said, “Don’t stop on my account. In fact we should move this to the bedroom.”

  Mia cursed under her breath and then snapped, “Get your naked ass back in the house and put on some clothes before the neighbors call the fucking cops.”

  “Me? You’re the one finger-fucking Naomie in the street. I’m just enjoying the show.” He looked past them. “Along with a few of the neighbors.”

  Naomie didn’t bother looking. She tended to gather an audience. Besides, sex in public didn’t bother her. She tried to get away with it as often as possible and had only been ticketed once. That time had been because that particular cop had already given her and Dane a previous warning and refused to give another.

  Offering to let the cop join the fun hadn’t helped the situation. Though the offer—fully accepted and enjoyed—had gotten the fine reduced, she and Dane had decided to use another locale since that one had been compromised. A shame too. She’d really loved that park bench—set back from the bike trail so it was partially hidden with a wonderful view of the lake. Not hidden enough, obviously. But if it had been too hidden, it would have ruined the whole purpose of having sex in public in the first place.

  And as much as Naomie wanted to play for her current audience, she needed to get home. A light nudge to Mia got the woman to release Naomie’s leg and back up a step. Naomie pulled her skirt back in place with a single tug and made sure her top covered her breasts.