PIT # 26: Too Friendly

Points In Time

Sherman Oaks, California

May 25,1986

9.05 p.m.

Stepping outside, all feeling this balmy night’s moist, warm air…

All seven sensing a degree of sexual anxiety and anxious to be together again… In a place other than Elysium Fields.

Though none saying, but all feeling ‘maybe’ for ‘some’— if not all to become ‘too’ friendly.

Because, after all, Marsha and Mitchell were the ‘only’ married couple so what might happen on this night could have ongoing consequences.

However, Marsha Lipensky, like Evie Dorfman was horny as hell.

The four cars parked along the curb, all within a few car lengths of of each other and The Valley Inn entrance.

“I’ll stay easy to follow...”Janice said, pointing to a white, Mercedes Benz convertible. “… but if anyone gets caught for a light, go to Tampa, take a left and we’ll meet up there. Then follow me into the hills and I’ll go slow enough so no one’ll get lost.”

Heading west on Ventura Boulevard with Morgan’s old Cadillac following closely behind Janice’s ‘Benz’, the three cars in close progression took a left on Tampa and as the other two were directly behind, continued to a left on ‘Wells’ then two thirds of a mile later, a right on ‘Vanalden’ going about a half mile of twisting street to…

Following the white Mercedes onto a circular driveway…

“Wow!”

The Spanish mid century stucco house set in the hillside, the group was greeted by dramatic, exterior lighting that led through heavy, double light oak doors into an open floor plan with soaring vaulted ceiling, rich hardwood flooring and a large decorative fireplace. The expansive windows and row of sliding glass doors were the frame for a large free form sparkling pool with a Jacuzzi appearing large enough to accommodate six people — the entire pool and patio surrounded by red clay tile ‘all’ with a gorgeous majestic view.

“Janice, you said that you’ve four bedrooms and two full baths in this house?”

“Yeah, Mitch.”

Being a real estate person, Mitchell estimated the 1986 value on this property in this lovely hillside location to be about five hundred thousand dollars.

Everyone sit! Make yourselves comfortable.” Going into the kitchen. “Anyone want wine? A drink?”

Marsha, Mitchell, Ken and Sandy sitting on a soft, white leather sofa. Morgan and Evie on close by, matching side chairs.

“No, I’m fine.”

Going along with Morgan, “No, I’m okay, too.” Mitchell said.

“I’ll take some wine…”
“Me, too,”

Pouring glasses of white wine for Sandy and Evie…

“I’ll take a ‘wee’ gram of Scotch.”

“Straight up, Ken?”

“Drop a couple of ice cubes in, if you would, Janice.”

As in the restaurant, finding conversation strained and stilted and even more so in this elegant home. And the thought of anyone suggesting they get naked and go for a swim, preposterous.

Still in the long kimono and wanting to get out of it— and get her ‘stash’.

“Okay, everyone…” coming from the kitchen caring two large bowls; one of potato chips the other of ‘trail mix’… Because she knew they would be needing them. “... I want to get out of this thing...”pulling at the upper portion of the dress “...so give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll be right back.”

Going into a hallway, into a bedroom and changing into a pair of white shorts and a specially made padded bra. Pulling a light blue halter top over her head and onto her chest, moments later Janice returned bare-footed to her guests holding a small, tightly sealed enamel jewellery box.

Jesus, Evie thought, no matter what she does she’s fucking beautiful.

Wiggling her way, between Mitchell and Ken onto the sofa, putting the jewellery box on the coffee table before the sofa, she opened it.

The indistinguishable scent of high quality maharajah immediately distinguishable.

The small, thin pack of cigarette paper in her hands, pulling a sheet, pinching more than the normally required amount of maharajah between her finger tips, Janice expertly began the process of rolling a— more than normal size ‘joint’.

“Giggling… “You ‘really ‘are a ‘valley girl’l!"

Looking at Evie as she moistened the edge of the paper with her tongue. “Four years at ‘Taft’, I had to learn something.”

Removing a ‘Bic’ lighter from the jewellery box; being the perfect hostess, Janice handed the perfectly rolled ‘joint’ to Mitchell on her right allowing him the first ‘hit’.

Flicking the ‘Bic’ and holding the flame forward, Mitchell took a deep draw and while ‘holding’ the smoke, handed it to Marsha who took a lesser ‘hit’, then doing her best to hold the smoke, handed the ‘joint’ to Morgan.

Taking a deep hit, nodding, ‘thank you’ as, stretching to his right, Morgan gave it to Evie who also took a deep hit and handed it to her right, to Sandy...then to Ken and Janice— all three also deep hitters…

Then around once more until the smouldering bit of maharajah and paper — carefully held between the tips of Janice’s fingernails, the ‘roach’ was dropped into an ashtray.

Feeling it immediately. “Wow!” Sandy said. “This is really ‘some’ shit!”

“Yeah…” Janice answered nodding her head “... I know.”

One of those men, though appearing to be on the corpulent side, Morganwas actually a barrel chested man with trendiness upper body strength…

‘Sensimilla’ ?”

Looking at Morgan, sensing a flush of lower body heat. “Yeah, I inherited Doc Berger’s, uh, source.”

Eyes closed. All quiet for a minute or so as the ultra strong ‘weed’ does what ultra strong ‘weed’ was supposed to do…

Until..

Pulling his shoes and socks off then standing and removing his jacket. “ ‘Fuck it’!” Dropping his clothes onto the red tile decking as he walked to the pool, now completely nude, Mitchell Lipensky dove in.

Amazingly it took Marsha Lipensky no longer than the time taken to realise what her husband had done…

“Fuck it!” Reaching behind unzipping her dress, unhooking the bra and letting both drop to the floor along with her near transparent panties— knowing what she was doing. ‘then’ stepping out of her high heels…

Which immediately caused Ken to realise that he had a major ‘boner’ as he’d watched, as Marsha pushed her panties down and off and made a dash where she ‘cannon-balled’ into the pool— the tepid water rather than cooling her, for some reason made her hornier than she’d been.

As for Ken — for those split seconds immediately before Marsha stepped out of her heels…

Her high heels ‘completely’ turning Ken on, Ken’s mental camera clicking: Marsha's long slender legs and arched feet and small tight ass and taunt stomach and moderately sized breasts and their large, course, dark-brow nipples and the near see-through panties showing the shadow of pubic hair… And ‘especially’ those high heels caused an erection that had poked through the slit of his ‘boxer’ shorts that eve now was pushing against the fly of his trousers begging for freedom…

Which he gave it.

Shoes and socks, pants and boxer shorts — allowing his penis all the freedom it wanted...

‘Then’ his sport jacket and shirt and the dash to the pool where Ken dove, purposely coming up closely alongside Marsha whom, immediately behind her husband, chest pressed tightly against her husband’s back had both arms about his waist with his penis in hand…

As...

Marsha now felt another man’s body pressed tightly against her back and reaching behind felt something she’d never before witnessed…two hard male organs held, one in each hand…

Both, though, having near the same breadth and length, in Marsha’s foggy mind imagining her husband before and her husband behind, turning she kissed Ken… Very deeply kissed Ken!

Although this kiss from her behind husband that wasn’t her husband felt and tasted different, the difference excited her even further and whispering her ‘long ago’ invitation to the Mitchell… who wasn’t Mitchell. “You want to eat my pussy?”

Of course not wanting to overstep his bounds, and considering Mitchell as a friend…

Speaking over Marsha’s shoulder. “Mitchie, you mind if I eat your wife’s pussy"

Words that ‘never’ would have been spoken… A question that ‘never’ would have been asked if not under the influence of ‘Really good shit’.

“Don’t ask me. She’s a big girl and if Marsha wants you to eat her pussy… “ an answer that ‘probably’ would never have been given if not under the influence of ‘real good shit’ “...it’s’ okay with me.”

“Yeah, Marcie…” the voice, not the voice of her husband… “I’ve ‘always’ wanted to eat your pussy!”

As inside the house.

Sandy— whom under ‘any’ circumstances was ‘always’ the hornyst…

Watching the three minutes long progression of the return to the complete nudity of Mitchell, then Marsha then Ken.

Standing, going to the pool. Sandy looked, They fucking? As Sandwiched between Mitchell’s back and Ken’s chest, Marsha was kissing Ken.

“Wait for me!” Stripping her clothing off as though on fire, Sandy dove into the pool coming up tightly against Mitchell’s chest doing something she’d wanted to do since meeting him…

Feeling Sandy’s — on the large size breasts pressing against his chest, feeling her hand groping for his penis, doing something he’d wanted to do since meeting her… His mouth tightly to her mouth. His tongue deeply inside her mouth. His hand between her thighs, easily finding it’s way through Sandy’s hair and lips. Mitchell’s fingers inside Sandy’s vagina as, her hand, fingers tightly encircling his penis. urging him closer…

“Fuck me!”

Turning his head to the side, ‘Ken..” Mitchell said, speaking over his wife’s shoulder “...you mind if I fuck Sandy?”

Considering their platonic relationship, words that would have been spoken even if ‘not’ under the influence of ‘real good shit’..

“No, Sandy’s a big girl and if she wants you to fuck her, it’s okay with me.”

“Me, too…” Marsha giggled “...it’s okay with me too, if you want to fuck Sandy...If Sandy …” giggling “...wants you to fuck her.”

“Yeah…” hugging Mitchell tighter, her tongue moving from within his mouth only long enough to... “...Sandy ‘do’!…” say “... Sandy ‘do’ want to fuck Mitchie!”

The flash of foggy remembrance…

Three weeks ago. Was it only three weeks? The three of us in the Elysium spa. Ken sitting on the coping wit his legs spread. His dick still in hiding. Sandy facing the side of the spa directly below Ken’s spread legs. ..

Me behind Sandy with my dick between her thighs. My dick high up, tightly high up between her thighs...the strong jet of spa water blowing between Sandy’s thighs, I fucked her… I ‘thought’ I fucked her. Looking over her shoulder I saw Ken’s dick was no longer in hiding as I fucked… as I ‘thought’ I fucked Sandy… Or was it only the strong force of the bubbling water blowing against my dick?

Face to face. Holding onto my dick… “Fuck me!” Arching her pelvis forward, onto my dick.

My wife’s back still onto my back…

Squatting downward, arching my pelvis forward, my dick into Sandy’s pussy — no jet of bubbling water now. My dick now ‘definitely’ into ‘Sandy’.

“Yeah, baby!” Whispered into my ear. “Fuck me baby!”

“Marcie, if I try to eat you now…” Ken said sadly “...I’ll probably drown.”

“You wann’a fuck?” Marsha asked.

“ ‘Always’ wanted to fuck you, Marcie!”

Felling the slight forward and back movement of Marsha.

Our ass’s rubbing within the water as she and Ken, I assumed fucked, 

As Sandy and I fucked.

Ripples of water splashing between four closely gyrating bodies as the fog of ‘Sensimilla’ within the brains of the four transported Marsha and Sandy and Ken and Mitchell into a bubble of heavenly ecstasy.

As in the house.

Never having seen Morgan fully nude — Even in their occasional times of ‘benefits’ the ratty T-shirt would always be worn… However at times it would rise above his waist when Evie would see a bit of the scaring on his lower stomach.

Knowing he’d been in some branch of the military during Vietnam, and considering that if Morgan wanted to talk about it, he would talk about it, but never did, so she had never asked.

Of course, being absent from Elysium earlier today Evie knew nothing of the loss of his wife, Mae, during the horribly chaotic evacuation of Saigon, or of Janice’s mastectomy.

The dress shirt annoying the scare tissue — Also under the influence of Janice’s ‘real good shit’, Morgan had striped completed naked.

Surprised at seeing him fully nude… My, God! Shocked. For the first time seeing all the horrible scaring.

Standing before Morgan, still wearing shorts and a halter top, leaning forward, Janice kissed Morgan, while fondling his thick penis— that she felt enlarging within her grasp.. “About ready for a swim, Baby?”

“Yeah, baby. And whatever else you’ve in mind.”

Pulling the light blue halter top over her head. “Oh, baby…” backing up a step as she lowered the white shorts— surprising both Morgan and Evie as Janice wore no panties and as she wore nothing on her feet, all that remained on the slender body of Janice Kim was her padded bra, as now, standing, straddling Morgan’s thighs, rubbing her hairy vulva onto his lips “...I’ve a whole lot of ideas in mind.”

Still seated on the soft, white leather wing chair. Morgan’s fully engorged, extremely thick, extremely large penis standing at absolute attention within it’s field of blonde hair.

Reaching forward, taking hold of Janice’s hips, urging her onto his lap… “Think it’ll fit, baby?”

Wiggling her ass to sit comfortably onto his lap. Widening her thighs, showing long strands of raven black pubic hair.., “We’ll make it fit baby.”

Lowering slowly… Moist. ‘Very’ moist, Janice felt pressure… and more pressure, then, “Mmm, baby… You’re ‘in’ baby… Oh, God, Baby, your cock feels ‘so’ good in my pussy.”

Evie no more than five feet away. Both knew that Evie was no more than five feet away. Not surprising her, the nearness of Evie further heightening Janice’s passion.

As for Morgan, he truly did not care one way or the other.

Evie, still on the other wing chair, no more than five feet away, watched… Saw Morgan’s…

Moaning quietly — moaning quietly, ‘so’ Evie thought as she’d watched Morgan’s penis work it’s way into the forward fissure of Janice’s small, tight ass… That was the tone of light ivory.

It was not Morgan. No it was not the sight and thought of Morgan’s thick, large penis that caused the flood within the vagina of Evie Dorfman.

Evie Dorfman wanted nothing more… Well, maybe much more than to merely kiss that small, tight ass.

Still in her ‘appropriate’ dress, feeling the leakage of fluid that soaked through her panties and dribbled onto her thigh…

Feeling beneath the lower hem of the dress, fingers searching the outer seam of her panties… “ ‘Fuck it’!”

Standing. Shrugging the dress off her shoulders, then down her waist and onto the floor. Bra and panties— first ineffectively dabbing at her vagina and wiping her thigh with the rayon panties, Evie dropped both to the floor.

A ‘Saphardic’ Jew: Of Spanish or Portuguese descent … Evie Dorfman was very darkly complected. Other than eyebrows, lashes and the hair upon her head, Evie’s body was completely hairless showing a noticeably protruding vulva. Evie had small, extremely firm breasts with near black nipples…

The removal of her clothing taking but seconds… Not quite sure about what she ‘knew’ she was about to do, or how it might be accepted…

Because Evie had never before felt this strong a desire to be with another woman, or actually ever before had ‘any’ desire to be intimate with a woman, all she knew now was that she felt an all but overpowering desire to have her head between Janice’s smooth thighs, to have her face onto her vagina, to have her tongue within that vagina.

Possibly one more of those ‘Really good shit’ things.

Hearing the soft moan and the rustle of clothing. “Evie…” making a ‘come closer’ motion “...it’s okay!”

Taking the motion as a sign to join them… which it was, Evie was immediately alongside of Janice as, putting her right arm about Evie’s waist, Janice drew her closer.

Close enough that Evie could see Morgan’s penis, within it’s field of blond impeded to his groin within Janice’s field of black.

Never knowing she could. Never doing it before, a sudden squirt of clear fluid ejected from within the vagina of Evie Dorfman as, at the same time, moving her head forward, Janice Kim drew Evie’s left nipple deeply into her mouth.

“Oh, God!” Left hand holding Janice’s head tight to her chest, Evie’s right hand reaching to below the left cup of Janice’s bra…

“ ‘Where’s your tit’?”

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