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Author’s notes: This is Chapter 2 of a multi-part story. It probably won’t make complete sense without reading Chapter 1 first.

This author prefers each part of a multi-chapter story to be the same category, but that won’t work in this case. Chapter 1 of this story was clearly Erotic Couplings, with no multiple-person sex. This chapter contains some one-on-one sex, but is primarily about multi-person sex.

Bill and Helen eventually inherited some furniture from his grandmother, including a sofa. It was fancier than me, so they moved me and the TV from the living room to the den, and began calling me ‘the couch.’ I was grateful that they moved the TV with me, it was still my gateway to more of the intricacies of the human psyche and the world in general than Bill and Helen provided.

I was also grateful that Mark and Lisa preferred me. Nana’s sofa must have been too formal, or maybe not soft enough. My favorite of their positions was with Lisa kneeling on my cushions, gripping one of my arms, angling her sweet butt away from my back, with Mark standing behind her. He’d start slow, but build to a manic pace, slamming into her. She always kept her knees apart, giving me a great view of her lovely pussy receiving his cock. Even better, her tits hung down, bouncing up and down and side to side in time with his thrusting. Sometimes she would arch her back and lower her chest so she touched my cushion, I think because she liked how my fabric felt, tickling her nipples on my texture. I know I liked it.

Then one day I never saw Bill again. I never found out where he went. If they divorced, I never heard them arguing, or any of the discord you would think would lead to that. If he died, I never heard anything about him being sick or in an accident. I kept hoping I’d overhear Helen tell someone what happened to him, but I never did. Maybe she only talked about it away from the house where there was no chance Lynn, now in kindergarten, would overhear anything. Lynn was very sad, Helen not outwardly so much. I suspect she was, inside, but held it there to be sure she appeared strong for Lynn.

Helen never went out so I never saw Lisa and Mark again. I had high hopes for Helen as a single woman. When Lynn got old enough to go on sleep-overs with friends, there was a guy who Helen would occasionally have over for an evening fling. He taught her a little bit of variety, such as initiating sex in the den.

She was very uncomfortable with that. She wouldn’t take off any clothes until the room was almost totally dark. That was progress; before, she wouldn’t remove anything at all outside the safety of the bedroom.

I don’t think she ever allowed him to get her completely naked; certainly not in the den, where I was. No, wait; actually, there was once: they were sitting on me, doing what high school kids would call making out. He was fully aware of how deeply inhibited she was, so he already had most of the lights out; the few that remained on were very dim. Even so, she had her eyes tightly shut, as if whatever she couldn’t see wasn’t actually happening. I’m sure she heard him unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants, but I don’t think she realized he took them completely off.

When he slid down onto his knees on the floor in front of her and began unbuttoning her shirt, she opened her eyes. He didn’t seem to notice how startled she was that he was completely naked. If he saw how she tensed up that he obviously intended to get her naked too, he ignored it. She obviously wanted to stop him, as usual, but to my surprise she didn’t, so this one time he got to do things his way. Her blood pressure had to have climbed off the chart when he got her bra off. I got to see her tits again, for the first time since the Polaroid camera. Her boobs were still amazing. He slid off her panties, her final lifeline to safety and dignity. I had never seen her pussy before. Looking back from years later, having seen many, many vulvas since then, now I know that it was fairly unusual that she was untrimmed down there, completely natural. I thought she was going to have a stroke as her bush hit open air. Her eyes darted frantically left and right, as if to reassure herself that there wasn’t anyone watching and disapproving of her wantonness.

I’m sure she hoped he wasn’t going to drag her any further down this path of decadence and depravity, but he did, at least from her point of view. He sat on me, stretched his legs out straight onto the floor, and slumped his back against mine. Her eyes bulged nearly out of her head at the sight of his hard-on, pointing straight up at the ceiling. Her face looked grim as he pulled her on top of him, but, again, she didn’t stop him.

She started to protest that she wouldn’t do this, that ‘decent’ people didn’t act this way, but he pulled her mouth tight against his. I thought she might break off the kiss and flee to the safety of her bedroom, but she didn’t. Many years later I still wonder if she was actually that ulus escort puritanical, or if she was simply inexperienced and shy. She relaxed, although not very much, and let some of her resistance evaporate into the heat of their kiss.

She stiffened when he cupped her butt cheeks in his hands, and again when he lifted her hips, found her slit with the tip of his cock, and began to slide into her. She was soaking wet, physical pleasure having overruled her mind’s resistance. Her body betrayed her attempt to ‘be proper,’ and she emitted the deepest moan I ever heard from her.

He started slow and gentle, and gradually sped up. At first he let her keep her chest safely tucked against his. When she began to roll her hips and meet his thrusts half way, he gently pushed upward on her shoulders, raising her to a proper cowgirl position. She supported her weight with her arms extended.

He eventually reached a manic pace. She was too focused on the orgasm she felt building to notice how her boobs bounced in the open air, in rhythm with their rocking and rolling; I’m sure if she had she would have used an arm to hold them still. I definitely noticed; the view I had was incredible. He did too; he reached up, squeezed them, and twirled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

That finished her off. She arched her back, threw her head up toward the ceiling like she was going to shriek her head off, but she didn’t make a sound. Her pussy must have been rippling ferociously on his cock, and that triggered him. She collapsed onto him, her face settling into the hollow of his shoulder, more out of breath than I ever heard her before. They simply cuddled for a long time, but when his softening cock slipped out of her, she shakily led him back to the bedroom. She briefly forgot to be shy about being naked.

I think he thought he had made some progress in teaching her the value of spontaneity and variety. I hoped she would realize that letting go of her hesitations led to a greater end result. Neither breakthrough happened, though; she continued seeing him but never again let him lead her into anything remotely similar. After that the sounds they made in the bedroom were longer and louder, but that incident ended up being the one and only time I ever saw her naked.

By the time Lynn was in high school, she had flowered into an incredibly lovely young lady, think Phoebe Cates in Fast Times. Sometimes she would come out of the bathroom after a shower with her robe open. Helen always scolded her that doing that was indecent, and made her cover up. Sometimes when Helen was out, though, Lynn would sit on me completely naked and paint her toenails, or just watch TV. I hoped she’d get a boyfriend like Mark, and I could be at the center of the action again. Before that ever happened, though, Helen sold me and I was taken to an apartment.

: : : Dumb and Dumber : : :

I was bought by a landlord, who I think was a customer at the bank where Helen worked. His building was nice, no rats or cockroaches, but his rents were fairly low, so he furnished his units with decent but mismatched pieces like me. He placed me in a two-bedroom apartment rented by Randy and Adam.

I was excited, looking forward to lots of carnal action, hopefully not confined to their bedrooms. They were nice-looking guys, with great jobs and outgoing personalities. I expected that they would be quite successful with the ladies; I couldn’t have been more wrong. They were completely clueless.

Sometimes Randy stayed out all night, so he may have had some luck away from the apartment, but not Adam. Several times I’m sure he would have scored if he had just shut up, but he had no sense of when to stop talking and start doing. Any lady he accidentally got into the mood, he just as unknowingly got her out of the mood.

I was used to regular action by then, so I was as frustrated as they were. Naah, I was more frustrated, at least I had some prior experience. Not them.

They finally moved out. Good luck guys, you need it!

: : : Single girl

: : :

The landlord and the maintenance guy moved me down the hall into a one-bedroom unit, and a couple of days later, Wendy moved in. Maybe she wasn’t as spectacular looking as Lisa or teenage Lynn, but she was a lovely blonde, think young Sally Struthers in early episodes of All in the Family, when Sally was slender. She definitely had Sally’s incredible tits, maybe even bigger than Sally.

Wendy introduced me to the wide, wide world of human sexual variety — she was a wild one. ‘Omnisexual’ is a word I didn’t learn until later, but that’s what she was.

She didn’t waste any time. I got my first glimpse of how free-spirited she was on her second day in the apartment. I heard her on the phone asking a guy she knew named Daryl to come over and help her rearrange some furniture, including me.

When everything was placed where she liked us, she said, “Thank yenimahalle escort you so much, Daryl. There’s a great Thai place around the corner, how about we get some take-out and-” Daryl interrupted her by reaching around her from behind, running his hands under her polo shirt and cupping her tits.

She started to protest, but he pulled her shirt over her head. She lifted her arms, so it wasn’t against her will, but I could tell it wasn’t her idea. Wow, I hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were amazing, bigger than even large grapefruit. They were spectacular on her slender frame, with tan nipples standing tall and proud. I found out later she considered them seriously flawed, because one hung slightly lower than the other and had an inverted nipple, but I didn’t care about that, and neither, obviously, did Daryl.

He unbuckled his pants, pulled them down to his knees, revealing the largest hard cock I had ever seen. She rolled her eyes and said, “Jeez, Daryl, really?” If he was the largest she had ever seen, she hid it well. If she was upset by what he obviously expected, she also hid that well. She dropped to her knees and took him straight into her mouth.

I thought I knew all about oral sex from Lisa and Mark, but they were novices by comparison. Wendy showed me how someone far more experienced did it. She went to town on Daryl with more skill and energy than I had ever seen. She plunged over him fast and deep. I could tell she was sucking hard by how deeply her cheeks were collapsed.

He barely lasted ninety seconds. He didn’t even have his belt buckled or his zipper up when she pushed him out in the hall, muttered a sarcastic “Thanks for your help,” and shut and locked the door. She sighed and plopped down on me, still topless. “You moron,” she growled. “Just a little patience, and after Thai food I would have fucked you all night.”

She sighed again and muttered, “Fucking idiot.” She slipped her jeans off, then her panties, and began rubbing her pussy. She had the first completely shaved one I had ever seen — wow! She began by pressing lightly on the soft skin around her clit and moving it around, side to side, up and down, without penetrating the actual channel or even spreading the slit. Based on her deep, guttural moans, it must have felt amazing. She began to push her hips back against her hand, rocking them in a sensual circular motion, and that did feel good, to me anyway.

She proceeded with no hesitation, clearly knowing what she liked and what she needed. She slid her middle finger down her slit, all the way to the bottom, then slowly back to the top, bringing it up under her clit, then she repeated the same exact move with her pointer. With both fingertips moist with her juices, she cradled her clit between them, supporting it like a hammock, and began to wiggle it, pulsating a pattern of slow and wide, then alternating that with extra fast. Every minute or so she’d slide a finger back down the length of her slit, maybe to remoisten the fingers, or maybe just to give the cleft itself a little love.

She eventually pulled her lungs full of air and lifted her knees. She slammed her thighs together, trapping her fingers between them, and vibrated them at a frenzied pace. She rubbed a nipple with her other hand and groaned deeply, her body shaking uncontrollably. She fell straight into a deep sleep, laying on me naked for a couple of hours. She eventually stood, rather unsteady on her feet, and headed off to the bedroom.

: : : : :

A couple of days later, she came home from work with two guys and two other girls. They brought a couple of pizzas with them. They planned to eat and then go out together. It sounded like they were going to join up with some others, ending up with the same number of guys and girls. Before they left, though, one of the girls dropped a clump of pepperoni and cheese in her lap. It smudged her dress, a pretty shade of royal blue, a big glop of tomato sauce on the crotch area. She headed for the kitchen and wiped it with a wet paper towel, but couldn’t get it completely clean. Without a second thought she whipped the dress over her head and scrubbed the spot in the sink.

One of the guys came up behind her and said, “Need any help?”

She laid the dress across the dish rack and said, “No, thanks, it’ll just take a few minutes to dry.” The guy gawked at her, lovely in just her bra and panties, both satiny-looking, royal blue.

She laid a finger on his chest and said, “Oh, look, you have a spot on your shirt.” If he did, I didn’t see it, but she had already pulled the shirt off him, and was cleaning it in the sink.

Everyone else came into the kitchen now, and began ‘finding’ pizza sauce on each other’s clothes. Wendy rinsed a spot on her own dress and was working on the second guy’s shirt when he reached around her to help. “Oh shit, sorry,” he said, splashing water across her bra. I’m pretty sure he ‘apologized’ before he splashed her, by the way.

In the process of getting her wet bra off, ‘somehow’ his jeans got wet, soaking through to his boxers, making him the first to be completely naked. It didn’t take long for everyone else to catch up.

I got quite a show. I would say I had a ringside seat, only it’s more accurate to say I was one of the rings, the center one actually. Wendy sat one of the guys down on me, knelt in front of him and began licking and sucking his balls. One of the other girls took his cock in her mouth. I found out later her name was Katie, which was perfect because she looked a lot like a young Katie Holmes. She started slow, but built up to quite a quick speed. I think he realized he wasn’t going to last long with two mouths on his junk, so he pulled Katie up to straddle his midsection.

He sucked on her nipples and cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing the exquisitely round globes. She guided his cock into her and began stroking him, starting slow and shallow but building up to fast and deep in barely a minute.

Wendy settled on the other end of me on her knees, bent over my arm. She had a dick in her mouth which she was pretty actively sucking, but only for a moment before the guy circled around her and began fucking her from behind.

I lost track of the third girl, but she didn’t stay missing for long. She pulled Katie off her guy, pulled him off of me, and laid him on his back across the coffee table. Katie straddled his waist, lowered herself over him, and resumed fucking him. Girl number three faced Katie and lowered herself over the guy’s face. Based on her facial expression and throaty moans, he did impressive things with his tongue. She pulled Katie forward by the shoulders into a deep kiss, lots of tongue and heavy nose breathing. She and Katie each took a big handful of each other’s tits, and the guy joined them with his hands cupping and squeezing the remaining boob from each girl.

Everyone seemed to forget about meeting their other friends. With uneven numbers, the guys had the better deal. Each of them was plugged into a pussy or a mouth at all times. Whoever was the third girl at any moment was never completely ignored, though, one guy or the other licking her, if not her pussy then at least her boobs. Each girl, however, obviously wanted a dick in her, and whoever was only getting tongue would maneuver herself to get a hot dick as soon as possible. Then one of the guys would dive his face onto whichever pussy just got disconnected, and she would arrange things as quickly as possible to disrupt one of the couplings to take over fucking that dick. It reminded me of a slow-motion version of a rugby scrum, or maybe a nature documentary Lynn watched that showed piranhas in slow motion looping over each other in a feeding frenzy.

The one thing I can say for sure is everyone came multiple times, and it was well after midnight when the guys left. Girl number three left half an hour after the guys; it took her that long to find her panties. She eventually found them in the kitchen, wadded up behind the toaster.

Katie stayed, along with Wendy of course. Katie didn’t even bother trying to find her clothes. She snagged a bedsheet from Wendy’s closet, stretched out across me, pulled the sheet across her, and almost instantly fell asleep. She felt amazing, by the way, tossing and turning, giving me fantastic feels of her ass and tits. She and Wendy slept far past noon — good thing it was Saturday.

I learned Katie’s name because she became a regular with Wendy. I can’t say if I ever saw any of the others again. They could have been part of any of a number of groups that came and went on a regular basis. The quantity and frequency of them made it impossible for me to keep up with who was a repeat and who was new. I’m almost positive that guy Daryl was never there again, though.

Katie left for most of the afternoon, but was back later. She and Wendy had plans with a couple of new guys they had high hopes for. As they were leaving, Katie showed Wendy a clean pair of panties she had stashed in her purse. They both grinned, and Wendy went to her dresser and got a pair for herself. From that and their chit-chat as they got ready, I could tell they expected their dates to be all-nighters.

It didn’t work out that way. They were back barely two hours later. “Jeez what a couple of idiots!” Katie said, plopping down on me. I wondered for a moment if it was Adam and Randy… naah, the world couldn’t be that small a place!

“Idiots is right,” Wendy said, settling beside her. “Was I supposed to be impressed when he said, ‘You look like my next ex-wife,’ or was it supposed to be funny?”

“No and no! Can you believe that my guy thought saying ‘You’d be really cute with a better haircut’ was a compliment?” They both laughed.

“Dammit,” Wendy said, “I am so fuckin’ horny.”

“Me, too,” Katie said, “With our luck, I bet they were both hung like stallions.”

“Stallions would have made better conversation.” They both laughed again.

Katie had already reached under her dress and was rubbing on her panties. Wendy pulled her dress up and slipped her hand under the waistband of hers. They soon both slid their undies off.

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