Author’s note:  I would like to credit my friend, Marianne, for writing Melinda’s descriptive dialogue in this story.  Find her Tumblr here.

“I can do better,” Melinda said and flipped her red curls over her shoulder.

Talon laughed.  “You can try.”  Her breath was heavy and her straight brunette hair swayed to the beat of the music.

Melinda grinned and moved to the beat as well, keeping her exercise going.  “There is a moment when foreplay ends.  Once positioning has been made, and eyes lock.”

“Good,” Talon encouraged.  She arched her back and her hard nipples nearly pointed skyward.  “Keep going.”

Melinda glanced at her own breasts.  They were much larger than Talon’s, but even with Melinda’s pale skin the tan lines were obvious.  “Breath comes in ragged gasps and…”

“Just like now?”

Melinda giggled.  “Just like now.

Talon waved her on with her hand moving in a circular motion.

The room  was filled with a wall of sound with the music at such a level that both women had to enunciate loudly to be heard over the music and other people.  Crisp white walls and a large front bay window enclosed the retro 1970s square room.  The fireplace surround was built with royal blue painted bricks and white mortar.  Three good-sized sofas, in matching royal blue fabric, were filled with the party goers.  Talon and Melinda had two kitchen chairs near the center of the room.

Melinda rolled her eyes.  “…and there is a need – a primal, wanton feeling that lies in my stomach.  My hand slides down my own body to grip his throbbing member.”

Eyes wide, Talon wondered if Melinda realized she was demonstrating as she explained.

“Lusty kisses ensue while I rub the head of his cock against slick folds.”

“Slick folds?” Talon asked with a laugh.

“What?”

“You have slick folds?”

Melinda’s hand checked before she responded.  “Absolutely.”

“Continue,” Talon instructed as she raised and lowered again with the beat.

“The fragrance of sex has filled the room, emanated from sweaty, needy bodies.”

“Again,” Talon interrupted, “just like now.”

“His arms shake as his tongue stabs into my mouth, like he wants to do with other parts.  His cock lies at my wet entrance.”

“Is there where you beg?”

Melinda laughed and slapped Talon’s shoulder.  “‘Please,‘ is all I utter.  A simple begging paired with the thrust of hips.”

The man beneath Melinda released her hips with one hand and slapped her ass.

“Ooooh,” she squealed and looked back over her shoulder at him.  She continued to raise and lower over him.  “I’m amazed at how strong these kitchen chairs are.”  Her eyes glanced around at the others.

There were twenty-two in the room, and only three still had clothes on.  Of the rest, there were eight couples all engaged while one threesome worked the carpet in front of the fireplace.

“Would you fucking get on with it,” Talon scolded and continued fucking her own guy on the chair beside her.

“Sorry, um…there is always a slight resistance that is met, one that probably isn’t felt by my partner.”

Talon looked over at the man Melinda was riding and asked, “Did you feel resistance?”

He shook his head and the silly grin on his face remained in tact.

“A tightness that is infiltrated, for good cause.  My breath catches in my throat and a whimper escapes.  A satisfaction is met, a completion of body and soul found with being impaled.  Animalistic, passion glazed eyes stare into each other as mouths open with moans.  It’s a feeling of being nearly ripped apart, starting from between your legs but feeling more alive and grounded than ever.”

The man beneath her gripped her hip with more urgency as his orgasm neared.

Warm cum was captured by the rubber sheathing his penis, but Melinda could feel it between her legs and it brought a wider grin.  “I’ve met a bliss that cannot be given by anything but a cock pressed fully into my body.”

Talon nodded.  “Nice.”  Her eyes shifted to the man she was currently riding.  “Did that answer your question?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned and thrust deep into Talon as his own cum released into his rubber.

Settling back on his quickly softening erection, Talon leaned forward to kiss his forehead.  “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?”

His brown eyes grinned at her.  “Raj.”

Her right hand thrust out to shake his.  “Nice to meet you, Raj.  At least you can talk to women without being drunk…wait…you’re not drunk, are you?”

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