Angela, although she’d certainly never seen his man- o’- war before, said he had to be her partner as her husband wasn’t up to taking part in the festivities. He was almost three times her age and chose just sit behind a window that overlooked the pool and observe.
Larry had no idea who chose his dick to suck but they sure gave it everything they’d got. They seemed to have a method all of their own and it felt great. When he was about to cum his legs went a little weak and even weaker when the sheets dropped and he found he’d been blown by a woman who must have been seventy if she was a day. She winked at him as if she knew it wasn’t her husband but wanted a bit of fresh.
After more munchies and drinks it was the turn of the men to recognize their women. This was to take place in the ballroom, where 10 massage tables lay in a row. The women left the pool area first, while the men lingered under the guardianship of Simmonds, the dour-faced butler.
Before they were allowed to follow their spouses they had to don rather tight fitting blindfolds. Like prisoners on a chain gang, they placed their hand on the shoulder of the man in front and Simmonds led them to where the action was about to begin.
There was a lot of giggling from the women as they entered, as the men all crashed into one another when the butler came to a sudden halt. He’d seen the ladies lying naked with their legs open before but it still gave the old guy a bit of a jolt. Clearing his throat and taking, what could have been his last breath, he explained the rules to the men folk.
“The ladies are laying in wait for you. You must feel your way along the row until you believe you have found your partner and then you must kneel down and on my signal, you must begin to perform cunnilingus on them. Those who are not able to determine which is their partner, or would like to drop out must pay five hundred dollars.”
There was more giggling as the naked men felt their way blindly along the row, sometimes bumping into each other and occasionally trying to feel the same twat. Now Chuck knew that Angela had one of the few bushes and he’d also noticed she’d had her vajajay pieced. He felt he’d have no problem identifying her but he did finger a few juicy cunts just for the fun of it. However, a big smile broke out on his face when he located a bunch of hair with a ring in it. She gave a gasp as his finger moved playfully around her pink petals and then plunged inside.
When all the anxious recipients had been recognized or at least believed to have been recognized, the eating began. There was a great deal of moaning and groaning from the outset and it got louder and louder.