The Office Party

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Coltrane
Coltrane
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Years ago I was working as a consultant for the State Department of Mental Health in Tennessee. Being a consultant meant I traveled the western part of the state helping rural communities set-up vocational training programs for the disabled. Being a traveling consultant also meant I worked out of an office group that was comprised mostly of social workers traveling the same area. When I counted heads one day, I realized that there were twelve women, one gay guy, and me.

Jeffery was the gay guy. He was a great guy to be around from day one, a guy who didn't hide or flaunt his sexual orientation, a guy with a great sense of humor, a guy with a steady hand for eye-liner and mascara. He was a friend to all of us and a bunch of fun to be around. The twelve women made for a diverse group, but all of them were fun, too. We had some good times, all of us together, but we never had an after-work party until Carol started working with us. Carol changed a number of things in our group, all of those changes most definitely for the better.

Carol had moved to Memphis when her husband, Rick, was transferred by his company from Detroit, Michigan. Both of them were a bit startled by the southern lifestyle, but they were stubborn enough to want to have a good time in the ways they were accustomed to. They sailed and water skied and did all the outdoors things they liked. And they looked for ways to do the indoors things, too, the indoors things they missed about their circle of friends in Detroit. Carol would laugh and tell most anyone that she and Rick were swingers. Her openness always turned heads, but she didn't seem to care. Actually, it seemed she enjoyed the reactions.

It was after a week-long trip when I came back to the office to find that Carol was having a party at her house on Friday night. Rick was out of town, she said, so she was having the whole office group over to her house, no declines, no excuses, everybody was coming, she said. And oddly enough, everyone agreed. Timing is everything, I firmly believe, and perhaps it was in terms of Carol's party. At the time of the party I had recently become divorced, so I was going to the party single, not that I had designs on any of the women in the group, but over the years there had been more than a few sexual innuendoes. (Like the time Shawanda asked me if I liked to eat black pussy. She was a tall, strong black woman and she was more than open about her desire to experience a white man.)

Paperwork in the office went slowly on that Friday. I tried to make some sense of the giggles and laughs from the offices down the hall, but I wasn't successful. Things seemed okay, even after Carol stuck her head into my office around five o'clock and asked me if I was, "coming tonight." Sure, I told her, I'll be there. "That wasn't what I asked," she told me, "Are you cuming tonight?" She laughed; I laughed. And she winked at me before she left to giggle her way down the hall.

I've never believed in being fashionably late to parties, but I've never been comfortable being one of the first arrivals either. When I came in the door, everyone was there and already drinking wine and scarfing down the munchies in the kitchen. Everyone either waved or said hello to me. It was Dorothy, Dorothy who was beginning to put her plans together for retirement, who came to me first. When Dorothy looked me up directly, she usually had something on her mind to ask me. It didn't take long for her to work into what was on her mind.

"John," she finally began, "Do you know who John Holmes is?"

"Yes," I told her, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, Carol was talking about some movies of his she had. And some of the others are trying to get her to show them. Do you know what kind of movies they are?"

"Porn," I told her smiling, "Classics, most people say."

"Porn?" she stammered a bit, "As in pornography?"

"Yep. You need another glass of wine?"

"Yes, please," Dorothy told me as her eyes begin to glaze over in thought, "Yes, more wine."

I took her glass and began to work my way over to the kitchen table where several bottles of wine were already open. Carol caught me there and put her arms around me from behind to hug me.

"I'm so glad you came," she whispered into my ear as she hugged and I poured.

"And it made such a mess," I chuckled.

She laughed and turned me loose so I could turn to her. We smiled at each other and she stood on her toes to kiss me softly on the lips.

"I never worry about those messes," she purred.

Someone called her from the den and she smiled and turned to find them. I followed her at a bit of distance and found almost everyone scattered around the room on the couch or chairs or the floor. The large screen television was the center of attention. The VCR was ready and waiting to play as Julie shuffled through some tapes in front of her.

"Carol, which one should we see first?" she asked.

Carol walked over and picked one from the pile and handed it to Julie. "Don't bother with the plot or anything. Fast forward about halfway into the movie and let it play. There should be some action every five minutes or so through the movie."

Julie did as Carol suggested as the room chattered and laughed and waited. When Julie hit play on the machine, the television jumped to a close-up of a huge cock gliding in and out of an obviously distressed pussy.

"Holy shit," someone mumbled from the couch as the room fell silent.

Jeffery was sitting beside Cindy on the floor. I couldn't help but wonder if he liked what he was seeing, but in a moment it was clear when he blurted, "Amazing."

"Look," Julie said with excitement, "He is one skinny guy. His dick is bigger around than his forearm."

The room laughed and giggled as John Holmes slid in and out of the unseen woman like a commuter train. "How big, I wonder," someone said.

"Fourteen inches," Carol told them.

"Damn, I could never…" someone began.

Carol fast forwarded to another scene and let the machine play. A bleached blonde was licking Holmes this time, his cock only semi-hard, it seemed. When she took the tip in her mouth, the room moaned collectively.

"He's a freak," Dorothy offered from her seat. She seemed transfixed. "And not every woman could take him."

"Men are different," Carol began carefully, "Very different. Being social scientists and naturally curious," she went on over the laughs, "Perhaps we could conduct our own private study group here. Why don't we see if John and Jeffery will show us their equipment and let us do some analysis."

Carol found my eyes in the crowd and I could see the dare in them even from across the room. She did the same to Jeffery.

"I'd be more embarrassed then they would," Dorothy laughed honestly. Others agreed with her.

"Okay," Carol went on, "Supposed we blindfold them and make them promise not to touch anyone. Would that work?"

The room just laughed and hooted as I looked at Jeffery. He smiled and shrugged, so I laughed at Carol and said, "Why not?"

Being a good host, Carol quickly came up with two black scarves. The room continued to hoot and giggle and she led both me and Jeffery to the center of the room, turning each of us to face the group, and then securing the black scarves around each of our eyes. I have to say the blindfolds worked. I couldn't see anything.

Someone put music on the stereo and I think the Holmes movies were still playing on the television, nevertheless Carol was conducting the show, telling them all to relax for the unveiling, and suggesting they take notes if they thought it necessary. Jeffery's pants came down first. Or at least I think so. The room stilled for a second, then burst into a buzz. Nice underwear, someone said, then the room was quiet again.

Someone's fingers undid my belt and the fastener on my jeans. Then fingers pulled the zipper down. No underwear, Julie shouted, I knew it! The room was quiet again as someone worked my jeans down my thighs to my ankles.

"We can't compare shit," Shawanda said in her distinctive voice, "Unless somebody gets these boys hard."

"I agree," I heard Carol say, "Any volunteers? Remember, they'll never know who touched them if you don't want them to know."

"Did we agree to touching?" Jeffery asked.

"It's okay with me," I told him, hoping.

Carol laughed as she stepped to me and pressed herself into me from behind. She drew her lips close to my ear and whispered to me as her fingers wrapped themselves around my cock. "I like your cock, John," she whispered as she began to stroke me. "It's thick. I like that. It already feels big in my hand. Nice."

"I hope this works," I heard Jeffery say.

"It already is," someone laughed, "Real nice, Jeffery."

My cock was hard and getting harder when I felt the first touch of someone's tongue.

"Feel good?" Carol whispered. "She's enjoying the examination; I hope you are, too."

The tongue flicked over the tip of my cock and began to move under the head. I felt lips on the tip, lips that began to suck gently, lips that held me while the tongue flattened and lapped at me just under the head. Carol's fingers were stroking the shaft, holding me for the mouth. I moaned aloud when the mouth took the head inside and held it. I could feel the lips moving over the crest of my cock, holding me there as Carol stroked the shaft a bit faster. Then the mouth was gone, just like that, gone.

"Anyone else wanna get up close and personal with John's cock?" Carol asked the room.

I felt hands on my thighs before I felt the mouth take me. This time Carol released my shaft and the mouth slid down me, taking me, letting me move inside until I felt the tip against the back of someone's throat and their lips in my pubic hair.

"Damn," I moaned aloud. Yeah, someone said from the room.

The mouth deep throated me and fucked my cock. Whoever it was knew what they were doing, because just as I was feeling myself moving toward an orgasm, the mouth would pull away and fingers would grip me at the base of the shaft and squeeze.

"Any requests?" Carol asked.

"Yeah," I think it was Janet who said, "Yeah, let us see his balls. Is the sac tight when he gets hard?"

Someone grabbed my cock and lifted it to press against my belly. Nice balls, they said, yeah, tight sac.

"It's a shame nobody gets to fuck that nice cock," Shawanda said.

"Maybe we should," Carol said, "I don't think John will object. Do you John?"

"No," was all I said.

Somehow I was eased down to the floor onto my back by several hands. Other hands pulled my shoes off my feet; then my jeans. Even more hands were pulling my t-shirt up and over my head without disturbing the blindfold. For a second I wondered if the same thing was happening to Jeffery, but to be honest it was hard to concentrate on anything other than what was happening to me right then, right there.

I heard mumbling and some giggling but mostly there were silence in the room, silence charged with electricity, sexual electricity: lust.

I felt fingers grasp my cock and hold it straight up. Fingers carefully rolled a condom down my cock, over the head, then down the shaft. The same fingers held my cock steady as a pussy, someone's pussy, kissed the tip. The pussy's lips seemed to open and swallow me as the head of my cock was taken inside. It felt as if the pussy was sucking me inside, much as the mouth had sucked me deep into the back of someone's throat. The pussy slid down me, down my shaft, and took me. I felt the lips pressed around the base of my cock, against my balls and pubic hair, wetting me that way, sharing the warm slick juice.

My mind pictured someone squatting over me, fucking me, their body moving up and down with their feet planted on each side of me. My mind told me they were facing me, their hands on their knees, perhaps. My cock told me they were good, whoever they were. My cock liked their method, the way they were fucking me.

"Go, Girl," somebody said. Whoever was fucking me responded by going faster, moving up and down on me faster, keeping the strokes on my cock long and full and complete.

Then just as suddenly as they had sped up, they stopped, settling onto me, my cock deep inside, their thighs on my hips then, their feet moving, their body settling down onto their knees on each side of me. Their torso came down to me, their breasts pressed into my chest, their hands on each side my head. The scent told me first. Carol. It was Carol on top of me.

"Feel good, John?" she whispered into my ear as she began fucking me again. "You like my pussy on your cock, John?"

"Yeah," I told her, "So good, you are so good."

"I wanna make you cum, John," she told me loud enough for the room to hear, "Cum for me, Baby."

She fucked me harder, the slapping sounds of our skins sharpening the pace and timing of it all.

"I'm cuming," I told her and the room moments before I did. My body surged up to her, trying to press up into her, instinctively trying to deposit my cum deep inside her even though I was wearing a condom. My body tightened and made sounds I had no control over, moans, groans, all kinds of sounds.

When I had relaxed and Carol lay on me, letting me hold her body weight.

"Good?" she whispered.

I just nodded and smiled under the blindfold.

"As good as when Jeffery deep throated your cock?" she whispered.

She chuckled then. I did, too. And the room began to applaud.

Coltrane
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