PIT # 28: Aftermath

Points In Time

Sherman Oaks, California

May 25,1986

11: 40 p.m.

Still closely alongside Mitchell...actually bending her ass onto Mitchell’s dick “... and I want to finish what we didn’t finish when we were…” looking at Morgan “...so ruddy interrupted… That’s if his wife..?”

“No, it’s still okay with me.”

Hearing his wife’s tone, Mitchell looked at Marsha, who returned his look with her, ‘I don’t gave a dam what you do’ look that he’d seen on hundreds of occasions, but ‘never’ on an occasion such as this.

Of course there ‘never’ had been an occasion such as ‘this’.

As for Marsha Lipensky: Witnessing...’ Strongly’ witnessing her first male to female orgasm in years, and even now wanting more...Wanting to fuck Morgan Joseph in the worst way as...

A thought she’d had many, many times over the last thirty-one years — Time to tell Mitchell?

“Okay! Great! And later, for all of us… For ‘anyone’ that wants, ‘Old Doc Si’ was a bit kinky, don’t you know! And in our third bedroom there are two king size, side by side mattresses on the floor in a room that can be made ‘completely’ black.”

One more bit of information revealed about this dainty, petite, demure, unbelievably beautiful Euro/Asian/American thirty-two year old woman that has but one tit.

Evie, of course had taken ‘benefits’ with Morgan on a few occasions, but ‘Evie’ was so small and ‘Morgan’ so large that unless very well ‘self’ oiled, ‘fucking’ Morgan was not always a great pleasure nor the easiest way to ‘come’.

Though Mitchell had shown absolutely no sexual interest In Evie, Evie wanted nothing more, so to say, was to get into Mitchell's pants and the thought of being on one of those kind size beds in the pitch black room… she might even get fucked by him.

Not that Evie is not looking forward to being in that pitch black room eating Janices’ pussy because the mere thought caused Evie’s upper thighs to become ‘squishy’.

“And seeing as we’ve all just come out of your pool, Janice…” Sandy said “… we’re all nice and clean and ‘very’ eatable down here.” Rubbing her vulva.

“Yeah, ‘for those that want’.” Marsha added, as once again looking at Morgan’s uncircumcised penis, thinking, And I want!

Was it merely the super charged maharajah — with possibly ‘something’ else that brought this group of middle-aged , except for Janice whom was still a few years from ‘middle aged’.

Was it Janice’ super charged Sensimilla that brought the group to this level of open… ? ‘sexual debauchery’?

Or if the ‘Elysium’ people, of which Marsha and Mitchell were now a part of— being nudists considered themselves to be more… ‘much’ more open minded about sex… About sex of ‘any’ sorts, than ‘dressed’ average people…

As for Janice, until; the removal of her left breast, Janice ‘Kim’ Berger had ‘always’ considered herself ‘more open’ to sex of ‘any’ sort than ‘anyone’ she knew.

Standing. “I’ll get a handful of towels.” Janice began to the house.

“Hold on, I’ll give you a hand.”

“Okay, Evie, why don’t you look in the pantry alongside the

‘fridge’ and grab anything that looks edible.”

“ ‘Anything that looks edible’ to all us big time ‘stoners’?”

“Yeah.”

“That means just about ‘anything’ that’s eatable, huh?”

Making the first trip, Evie brought the two bowls of potato chips that Janice put onto the coffee table earlier, then the three assorted bags of nuts, and singularly wrapped chocolate candy and Jelly Beans.

By now everyone out of the pool, Janice dropped the armful of bath towels onto the large, glass topped patio table.

Catching her on her second trip from the kitchen with the three assorted bags of nuts and candy. “How the hell do you stay so skinny?”

Shrugging her shoulder, jiggling her only breast. “Genetics, I guess. Mon and dad are both thin.”

Pulling patio chairs and lounges to the table, all cloaked modestly in luxurious bath towels…

Well, Marsha and Morgan were wrapped modestly . As for Ken, Sandy and Mitchell, used to letting it ‘all hang out’, enjoying ‘letting it all hang out’ — ‘especially while as ‘stoned’ as they were.

Towels draped over their shoulders only, Ken, Sandy and Mitchell continued to ‘let it all hang out’…

The patio table being a glass topped table, under normal circumstances— Ken’s and Mitchell’s dicks and Sandy’s hairy pussy easily visible beneath the glass top and Sandy’s moderately large tits flopped onto the table …

No one really gave a shit!

Brimming three assorted slicing cheeses, and small dishes and dinner knives, Evie and Janice — still complexly naked opted to join the ‘letting it all hang out’ trio …

As the entire group no longer noticed the bare space where Janice’s left breast had been. For the first time since the surgery that removed Janice’s ’ left breast; put at ease by her newfound friends, Janice herself miraculous accepted the fact, and at this exact time wanted nothing more than to fuck Evie…

As only two women can fuck.

Three chairs pulled to the table. Two lounges turned sideways with two…

“Marcie, you mind if Mitchie and me share a lounge?”

After all, Sandy thought, she did give permission to fuck him.

“No, that’ll be fine.” Seating herself onto one of the lounges. “Morgan…” Marsha suggested, patting the empty space to her side “...why don’t you sit here?”

Morgan’s interest in Marsha, as it had been for Janice, on open display. However, since Marsha’s ‘much’ more than a ‘motherly hug’ while crying on her shoulder, now wanting to be anywhere so long as it was near Marsha…

Allowing… possibly it was by accident… The bath towel that had been shrouding his body, now no longer shrouding his body, Morgan’s thick, golden hued uncircumcised penis in open view, Morgan Joseph sat closely… Very closely alongside Marsha…

Who lifted the left side of the towel allowing her bare thigh to rest closely… ‘Very’ closely alongside Morgan’s bare thigh which caused a very noticeable upward movement of Morgan’s penis.

Having received the wife’s approval, a towel lying across both laps, Sandy’s hand beneath the towel, first three fingers encircling, cupping Mitchell’s glans, the upward movement of Mitchell’s penis extremely noticeable as Sandy — wanting to see what she was creating, had brushed their communal towel off their laps onto the deck.

Morgan’s dick being held by Marsha.

Mitchell’s dick being held by Sandy…

As for Ken, he had a ‘boner’ looking at Marsha’s now bare tits and hairy pussy and her hand, holding Morgan's dick did little to reverse the floe of penile blood.

“Uh, any want to eat?”

“Yeah!” Without relinquishing the finger encirclement of Mitchell’s penis — which was just fine wit him… Reaching to the cheese plate, taking hold of a thick slice of ceder cheese, offered Mitchell a bite, which he took, , then ate the rest herself.

“Anyone thirsty?”

The need for alcohol of any kind, absolutely not needed.

“Yeah! Water.”

“Evie, come on. You grab the glasses.”

Both being men, though having seen Evie’s ass many times — ‘things’ being different here in the real world in comparison to Elysium Fields…

Both Mitchell and Ken watched the dark complected, well define ass and the light ivory complected, on the thin side ass’ of Evie and Janice as they made one more trip to the kitchen.

Then watched again as the dark complected woman with small, extremely firm tits that did not so much as jiggle with each footstep, and the light ivory complected woman with one truly lovely tit that did jiggle with each step.

Two pitchers of ice filled water and seven plastic glasses placed onto the table.

A feast at the table of ‘King Henry the Eighth’ no match for the voracious ‘munchie’ feast of this group of Sensimilla fogged, middle aged — and one not so middle aged, people devoured item after item until near all was consumed…

Until...

“Getting kind of chilly…” Janice said as a hint “...what say we head indoors."

Six minds thinking the same thought: To those two king size beds and that pitch black room.

Taking the lead very often on this day, surprising Mitchell…

“Sounds good to me.” Marsha said.

Following Janice down the hallway, to the third bedroom.

The light from the open bedroom door casting a wide sheath of light into the dark room showing two closely side by side king size mattress’ sitting flat upon black and red plush wall to wall carpeting.

“In case someone falls off?” Ken asked Janice.

“Or needs more room to roll around.” Janice answered as, the last one

inside, Janice pulled the door shut, shuffled her way to the closest mattress and laid down.

Taking moments to accumulate to this black room, Marsha felt hands now to either side of her face as her head was moved forward to meet Morgan’s lips and the thrust of his large chest close onto hers…

Her hand instantly reaching down to find and hold onto his… “Morgan…” whispered directly into his ear “… fuck me, baby.” As she directed his thick cock into her cunt…

On her mind since meeting Morgan the week earlier. Wondering if ‘Morgan’ would fit… Fuck it, Marsha thought we’ll make it fit. Now, moving the foreskin back— a thing she’d wanted to do since first seeing ‘him’… Moving the foreskin back, exposing the glans to her touch. “Yeah, baby…” Rubbing the glans onto the slit of her vagina. Her breath catching with each movement... moving it closer, further with with each swipe…

A slight jabbing sensation and fully within now…

Feeling a sensation that Marsha Goldman had last felt the last time she and Stan Jacobson had fucked, which was six weeks before Marsha’s marriage to Mitchell Lipensky… When she thought she might be pregnant but wasn’t as— to the chagrin of her her twenty-one year old ‘virgin’ husband— as Marsha’s period began on the day before her marriage… to her twenty-one year old ‘virgin’ husband.

Janice spread-eagled on her back loving the in and out fucking sensation of Evie’s tongue.

On her knees, Evie’s head and face and mouth and tongue where she’d dreamt they would be.

Loving the in and out sensation as her tongue moved inward and outward tasting the taste of Janice.

Feeling in the dark, Ken found Evie’s ass and not knowing if it was Janice or Evie, on his knees also, coming closer, his dick between her cheeks, tightening his front against Evie’s ass, needing no light to find her cunt, Ken’s dick easily sliding into Evie’s vagina fucking hr from behind as Evie — her face slick with the fluid of Janice, not knowing if she were being fucked by Mitchell or Ken… Don’t matter! Went with it and— feeling a tightening within her ultras, felt a squirt of fluid as it squirted from within her vagina.

In his favourite position— as memorialised by year 19‘69’.

Her head between Mitchell’s thighs — preciously where Sandy had hoped it would be, preciously where Mitchell had hoped it would be. His cock sucked inward and outward in cadence with the upward and downward movement of his hips. Her hips also moving in cadence with Mitchell’s hips and mouth and tongue.

His entire face — within Sandy’s abundant pubic hair, wetly coated with saliva and the fluid of Sandy’s cunt.

His tongue moving inward and outward. Mitchell’s lips kissing and lapping at the fleshly lips...

Remembering the day he and his wife had adopted this position was on

July 4, 1958 and their catch phrase : ‘You want to eat my pussy? And ‘You want to suck my cock’?

The actual ‘69’ position sex lasting for about six months with the ‘catch phrase’ muttered now and then throughout the years.

Morgan’s upper body tightly held by the hard grip of Marsha’s thighs…

“I’m coming, baby!”

As though pounding…

Marsha feels the hard felt spams of Morgan’s ejaculations throughout her entire body and, her rectum tightening...“Me, too, baby!” Marsha gasped…

Loud enough for her husband to hear— but not mind.

Tongue going deeper… Deeper into Janice’ vaginal channel as moaning softly, arching her back, tightening her thighs about Evie’s throat, near cutting her air supply… Evie’s tongue sensing the pulsing within Janice… Evie feeling the pulsing within her vagina, and her own strong release as Ken ejaculates causing her to orgasm.

The black room silent but for harsh breathing

“Everyone okay here?” Janice asked “No one having a heart-attach?”

Reluctant to withdraw. Morgan’s penis still within it’s extended state. Still within Marsha.

“Marcie and me, we’re okay.”

Giggling. “You can say that again.”

Lying to the left of Janice, Evie’s hand caressing Janice’s right breast.

“Me, too. No heart attach.”

As Mitchell had not ‘come’. Deciding he wanted a quick fuck. Shifting positions, he cock as deeply implanted in Sandy as it could go…

“Still working on it!”

“Yeah, Mitchie…” Sandy said. “Fuck me!”

Said loud enough for the wife to hear, but she did not care.

Anyone want to use the bathroom or go for a quick swim, it’s okay with me.”

Pulling herself to her feet, Janice opened the bedroom door casting a wide sheath of light into the dark room…

Next PIT #29: Marsha’s Truth