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Krissi was stirring sluggishly when Devlin got up. Apparently only a few people had spent the night. The line for the bathroom was non-existent, though she could hear a shower going downstairs. She thought about getting dressed--the crotch of her panties were a mess with leaked cum and other things--but she'd only brought one more pair of panties and they'd probably get messed up if she did anything this morning. Devlin stuffed the pair she was wearing in the laundry bag she'd brought and went looking for breakfast just wearing her tee-shirt.
Amnita met her in the hall. Amnita was wearing a dark blue, long-sleeved dress with a high collar, dark blue pumps and white tights. She was fumbling with her earrings when she saw Devlin.
"Morning," she said. "Do these earrings look all right?" The earrings were multiple gold loops dangling from Amnita's earlobes, twisting as she moved her head.
"Where are you wearing them to?"
"Early mass. Are these too dressy?"
"Mass?" Devlin wasn't Catholic, but she'd heard comments from some of the girls in the dorm who were. "Does that include confession?"
"Well, for me it does, but not everybody goes to confession."
"Does that include last night?"
"Of course not," Amnita said. She unclipped an earring and fiddled with it. "Well, let me amend that: not really. This is a sin only in the eyes of 4th Century mystics repenting their debauched youths. Now, do you think these earrings are too much?"
"What else do you have?"
"A turquoise pair that Jack brought back from New Mexico. They're big and gaudy, and definitely too much for a rural parish."
"Go with these. What did you mean by debauched youth?"
"Let's argue Church history and theology some other time, okay?" Amnita checked her earrings one last time, gave Devlin a smile and headed for the front door.
"You forgot your coat," Devlin called.
"Oops!" Amnita ran into the dressing room, emerging seconds later with boots and a heavy winter coat. "See you later!"
Feeling a little confused, Devlin headed for the kitchen. Emma was there eating yogurt and sipping fruit juice. She was clearly dressed for work in a plain white blouse and black slacks.
"Everybody's making me feel over-dressed," Devlin said.
"Ah, you must have seen Amnita." Emma looked at her watch. "Unless she hurries she's going to be late for mass."
"She's serious, she's goes to mass after a night of swinging?"
"Every week." Emma laughed at Devlin's expression. "Don't get her going on how she reconciles the lifestyle and her beliefs. Somebody asked her once. They spent the rest of the night arguing. I'll warn you in advance, she learned how to argue from the Jesuits, and she took a degree in Religious History from a Catholic university. You won't even know what hit you."
"It just seems, I don't know, a little odd."
Emma laughed again. "More than a little odd, if you ask me. If it makes you happy, she doesn't consider what we do here to be a sin. She says she's part of the Philippine Catholic Church. From what she's told me all of the girls in the houses in Olangopo would go to mass early on Sunday morning, and then go back to work to catch the Sunday morning crowd of sailors and Marines looking for a little nookie."
"That sounds... interesting." Devlin wrinkled her brow, trying to imagine that kind of a life. "They must have had some elaborate explanation or justification for what they did."
"Different culture, different attitudes. To her it was just a job. Ask her sometime, just stay off the subject of religion. She..." Emma glanced at the kitchen clock. "I've got to go. I have a new girl starting today and I want to get everything ready for her." She finished her yogurt and juice and headed for the garage.
Feeling a little at loose ends, Devlin ate some fruit she found in the refrigerator. She was about to go take a shower when a man walked into the kitchen with his fly open and his stiff dick hanging out.
Devlin eyed his cock. "Looking for a place for that?" she asked. She felt a flush of warmth; his cock looked very inviting.
"Not really," the man replied. "We were getting dressed to go home when someone started eating out my wife." He shrugged. "I got hard watching them, and I was looking for a blow-job."
Devlin licked her lips. A blow-job sounded pretty appealing at the moment, and maybe she could tempt the guy into something more. "I could probably help you there." She smiled at him and rubbed her hand over her breasts. "Are you sure you don't want something more?"
He shook his head. "Maybe next time."
Devlin wrapped her hand around the guy's hardness and led him into the living room. She sat on the couch, licked her lips, and then licked the head of his cock. She could feel him quiver as she fit her lips around him and sucked. She played with his balls; she didn't enjoy blow-jobs all that much, but she loved playing with men's balls.
He smelled of the shower and he must have used a feminine body wash; he smelled like the body wash she had in her locker at the Athletic Club with that hint of flowers she liked. His cock had large head, but the rest of his shaft was slender. She slid her fingers up and down his length in time with her sucking.
He must have been worked up; after only a few sucks she could taste his pre-cum fluid. Like most men's semen his tasted flat and a little salty. He seemed to ooze it continuously as she bobbed her head up and down his length.
She slid her hand up under her tee-shirt and squeezed her breasts. That felt good, but it felt even better when she slid her fingers down between her legs to rub her clit. He put his hand on her head to guide her. She ignored the pressure of his hand. She was taking all of him, now, feeling the head of his cock nudge the top of her throat. Danny had taught her to repress her gag reflex, and she had to focus on that so she could bring this guy off.
He began to thrust into her mouth. Devlin felt his balls draw up against his body. She swirled her tongue across the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock, swallowing every time he thrust in. It must have been enough. He clutched her head harder, groaned, and filled her mouth with his jism with three hard spurts.
He must have been tired; he gave one more little spurt before pulling back from her mouth. His cock shrank and drooped, one last strand of jism connecting the tip of his cock and her lips.
"That was good," he said after a sigh. "I wish I could do something for you."
"There's always next time," Devlin said. She felt over her face. "Did I get it all?" She found a thin runnel of semen and wiped it up with her fingers. It didn't look like any had landed on her tee-shirt.
"I think you got every drop."
"Alan?" a woman called from the hall. "Ah, there you are," she said as she entered the living room. She was a short, slender middle-aged woman with auburn hair and blonde highlights. She already had her coat on. She took in the scene with a practiced glance, dismissing Devlin and focusing on her husband's deflating cock. "Get that thing put away, we should be leaving in a couple of minutes."
"I just need to get my coat," Alan said. He put his cock in his shorts and zipped up. "Be back in a moment."
"We're running behind," the woman said. She held out her hand. "I'm Audrey."
Devlin took her hand. "Devlin," she replied, feeling self-conscious because she was so exposed. She self-consciously closed her legs.
"We'd stay and help clean up," Audrey said, looking around, "but not this morning. My daughter called from college. She's unexpectedly coming home today and we have to get there first so we can appear "normal"." She laughed lightly. "We don't want to change any of her preconceived notions."
"I know all about that sort of thing."
Audrey gave her a smile and joined her husband at the door. Devlin tugged her tee-shirt down and returned to the kitchen. She needed a drink of water or something; the salt in semen always made her thirsty.
Krissi was in the kitchen munching on a piece of toast. She was wearing a black and white skirt that was barely long enough to cover most of her bottom and a white tank top that barely covered the top of her breasts.
"You look ready to tempt the heart of any man," Devlin said as she poured herself a glass of juice.
"I'm not appealing to their heart," Krissi said. "I'm after something a little lower and a little harder."
"Ah, yes." Devlin gave her friend a smile. "I think I know what you mean."
"Eaten yet?"
"Just something creamy and high protein, nothing really filling."
Krissi examined her toast. "I was thinking we could get something to eat after we leave, something a little more filling than this."
"Don't forget I want to see my Mom."
"Oh, yeah." Krissi glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's still pretty early in the morning. She shouldn't be up for a while so there should be plenty of time." She finished her toast and licked her fingers. "I'll see you in a bit. I think I'll go see what naughtiness I can get up to."
There was nothing left of the buffet from the night before. Devlin was contemplating actually fixing breakfast when somebody put their hand on her bottom.
"You busy?" a male voice asked.
Devlin turned around. The man was just a little taller than she was, and naked. He had a barrel chest and a slight gut. His chest hair was dark brown, matching the nest between his legs. His face was kind of fleshy with a thin strake of moustache across his upper lip and a small goatee on his chin.
"Just fixing breakfast," Devlin said, "but that can wait a bit. Why?"
"I'm Mark," the man said.
"Devlin."
"Good to meet you, Devlin. I was looking for a little action before heading home. How about we find a mattress and get to know each other a little better. Interested?"
That was certainly as bald an invitation as she'd heard in a while. Devlin gave him a smile. "Sure." This was why she was here. She wanted to feel a man's arms around her; she wanted to entwine her legs with a man; she wanted to take him into her and to lose herself in the passion a man gave her. And right now this sounded better than fixing breakfast.
The man slipped his arm through hers. "I'll have to introduce you to my wife, rules you know." A lot of couples had private rules governing their swinging. Sometimes they were rules about what you could do, or how you could do it--for example some wives insisted that their husbands always use a condom. Others had rules like this--they wanted to meet the person their partner was going with.
Jealousy was always a factor in the lifestyle. Some women felt threatened by any woman their husband wanted to have sex with, and vice versa. One of the ways to combat this was to meet the other person. She'd meet the man's wife and if the woman approved of her then she and Mark would find a nice comfortable mattress and get involved. If not, she'd return to the kitchen and finish making breakfast while Mark would continue looking.
Mark's wife was named Monica. She was a small, thin woman with shoulder length blonde hair. She was wearing a red teddy and red stockings. She gave Devlin a once over, and smiled.
"Normally you like blondes with small boobs," she said to her husband.
"I thought I'd try something different."
"Are those real?" the woman said, staring at Devlin's breasts through her tee-shirt.
Devlin had done enough of this to know what to do. She lifted her tee-shirt. "They're all me," she said, turning so Monica could see there were no scars. "I've been thinking about surgery, though." The woman's eyes lit up and she opened her mouth to speak. "I want to get them reduced. You wouldn't believe what a pain these things can be."
"Reduced?" The woman looked at Devlin's breasts a little closer. "You poor dear, those things must way a ton. No wonder you'd want to get them reduced. Your back must kill you." She patted Devlin on the arm. "You two go have fun, I'll see you in a bit."
Mark squeezed Devlin's breasts. "I'm always amazed by a natural breast," he said.
Devlin pulled her tee-shirt off and ran her hands over his chest. "Oh? Why?"
"They're so soft, but so firm at the same time." He squeezed her breasts gently, running his thumb over her nipples time after time until they tightened up. "Most of the time I see small breasts, but these..."
"Guys tell me more than a handful is wasted."
"I don't think so, not in this case." He bent over and teased her nipples with his lips.
"Umm," Devlin crooned, "keep that up."
He pulled back, breathing hard. "We need to go some place more comfortable."
Devlin wrapped her hand around his cock. "Yeah, I think we'd better."
He took her by the hand and headed for the stairs. "Most of the people have gone home. We should have no trouble finding a place to be alone for a bit."
The first two bedrooms still had people in them. The back bedroom, though, was empty. Mark drew her down onto a mattress. His manhood came up under her direct ministrations. Her body, already warm with anticipation, caught fire as he kissed her.
He moved slowly, kissing her lips and her cheeks and nuzzling that sensitive place beneath her ears. He gradually moved lower, finally circling up her breasts. He feasted on her nipples, sucking them, drawing them out with his lips.
Devlin clutched his cock, her hand moving up and down rhythmically. He had stiffened into a nice solid example of manhood, and she smiled to herself, anticipating how it was going to feel.
Mark worked his way down her body, fiery little kisses that heated her up. Finally he buried his face between her legs and she moaned as she felt his tongue worm its way inside her. She closed her eyes and pushed up against him, wanting more.
She thought about turning around and sucking him, but she didn't want him to stop what he was doing. She could feel his cock against her ankle. It was so nice and hard she had no trouble imagining how it would feel going in her.
She pulled him up so she could see his face. "I love your tongue," she murmured, "but I can feel something else I want even more.
He grinned and slid up beside her, his cock pressing into her hip. She opened her legs and he positioned himself between them.
Devlin smiled when she felt his cock touch her sex. He slid his blunt head up and down through her cleft before stopping at her entrance. After a pause he nestled through the folds of her sex and slid up into her. She was wet enough he slid home with one steady thrust.
"Feels good," Mark said after a moment.
Devlin leaned up and kissed him. "Um, you're nice and big, and really hard."
"You're one tight little girl," he replied. His hands slid up to her breasts, squeezing them.
After a moment of savoring him, she began to move, sliding easily up and down. His hands went to her breasts, holding them so they didn't flop around. His lips fastened on her nipple and Devlin moaned at the sensation. This red hot poker in her middle was burning her up.
After a couple of minutes he pulled out. "I want to do it doggie style," he said, his voice rough. "I want to get all the way inside you."
Devlin was on her hands and knees in a flash. He got behind her and slid home. She didn't know what it was about this position, but it always felt like the guy was going to slide his cock all the way through her and into her throat. She'd heard a doctor, a man, say that guys really didn't get deeper, but she knew what she felt, and right now it felt like he was so far in her he was poking her in the stomach.
He began to move, drawing out slowly, exquisitely, maddeningly, until only his tip was in her, and then slamming forward, filling her with a hard thrust. But after the first few thrusts he settled down, moving around, stretching her open, touching all of those secret places in her that were so sensitive. It was like he was lighting a bonfire in her, and every time he moved his cock scraped her most sensitive places, lighting sparks that only added to the heat.
"I can't believe how tight you are," Mark murmured. He had his hands on her hips, pulling her back with each thrust.
"You want tight?" Devlin said when she could breathe. She waited until he was all of the way in her, and then squeezed her tummy muscles as hard as she could.
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