From: "mark everitt" <marky92@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Housewarming Party (MFF)
Date: 18 Jul 1998 14:09:00 GMT

*Note for Americans*

I'm English, and understand that there's more Americans on the Net
than Brits. This along with a constant bombardment of American imagery
on TV and in the movies, means that while I've tried by best to
"Americanise" the text, there are still some "English" phrases.
Anything you have trouble with *ask me* (1 stone =14 lbs)

			  Housewarming Party
				  by
				marky
			       (c) 1998

	Phil Jones was in advertising. He'd joined a large nationwide
firm straight out of university. He had started at a regional office
in Leeds, dealing with small campaigns in England's North-East. That
was three years ago. He was now twenty-four and the firm had moved him
to the National headquarters in London. They considered him to be
their most promising new talent, and had offered him an irresistable
package to make the move south. They had found him what seemed to an
ideal place to live in London's fashionable Knightsbridge, and his
brand new MG sports car in the drive was part of the deal.

	He was a handsome young man, six foot tall, cropped blonde
hair and a firm, muscular body. He worked out regularly, and swam a
few miles at least twice a week. Back in Leeds he also used to like to
party. He'd often stay out until dawn, dancing and drinking. However,
even though they were easy to get hold of, Phil never touched
narcotics. He was a ladies man. At university he'd made love with too
many girls to count. Since starting work he'd calm down a little, and
had several long term relationships.

	One of the attractions for Phil was its reputation as a
twenty-four hour city. He was looking forward to all night parties
with interesting people. About a week after moving into his new flat,
Phil to throw a house warming party.

				* * *

	The party was swinging. Phil had invited everyone he knew, and
just to make sure no-one complained, everyone in the apartment
building as well. It was a small building, only ten apartments, and
being new in town, Phil didn't know many people. Still, those who had
come had brought friends with them, and there was a healthy crowd
enjoying the fun. The music was loud, pumping from the speakers of
Phil's expensive new stereo system, and everyone seemed to be having a
good time.

	Apart from the buildings' residents, the other people at the
party were from Phil's new office. There were many couples, and quite
a few single men. Single women were, as usual, few and far between.
As with any party, the men all congregated in the kitchen, while the
women stayed in the lounge, dancing and gossiping. The furniture had
been pushed to the side of the room to create a makeshift dancefloor.
Phil tried his best to move between the two rooms, but inevitably he
stayed with the men.

	"So how do you like London Phil?" asked one of his colleagues,
can of beer in hand.

	"Great," said Phil, "and it'll probably be better when I've
made a few friends to party with."

	"Have you met Lisa and Nicole yet?" said a man from one of the
apartments in the building.

	"No. Who are they?" said Phil.

	"They live just across the hall, surprised you haven't met
noticed them, they're hot."

	"Oh those two," said Phil, "I knocked on there door yesterday
to invite them to the party, but I don't think they're here yet."
"They'll be here. If you like to party, these are the girls to know."

				* * *

	Lisa was a newly qualified teacher, straight out of Oxford
University. She was five foot five, and weighted just over seven
stone. She had long wavy blonde hair, and a face that was so cute.
Many people thought Lisa could model, if only she was taller. Her
athletic figure was admired by men and women alike, and Lisa liked to
show it off.

	Nicole was a complete contrast to Lisa. She stood head and
shoulders above her at six foot, and her hair was brown and cut into a
neat, short bob. She too kept herself in good shape, but wasn't as
trim as Lisa. Not many people were as trim as Lisa.

	Neither girl could have afforded to live in the building
alone, but they were good friends at university, and opted to live
together. They loved to party, and were known in the area for getting
invited to all the best bashes.

				* * *

	There was a knock on the door, barely audible above the music.
Phil answered the door, and was stunned by the sight of Lisa and
Nicole standing in front of him. Lisa wore a short, tight red party
dress and matching high heels. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded
down over her shoulders.

	Nicole had on a blue halter neck dress, which barely contained
her ample breasts, and showed off long tanned legs. They greeted Phil,
and each gave him a little peck on the cheek before entering the room.
Lisa pulled a bottle of champagne from behind her back and handed it
to Phil.

	"This is a celebration, I thought this might be appropriate."
she said.

	"Excellent," said Phil, "I'll get some glasses."

	He fetched three glasses from the kitchen and brought them
back to the girls. Lisa popped the cork from the bottle, and filled
them. Understandably Phil spent as much of the evening as he could
with Lisa and Nicole. They talked about London, about Phil's home up
North, and about the people who lived in the building. The
conversation eventually turned to work.

	"So what ages do you teach, Lisa?" asked Phil.

	"Secondary school, ages twelve to eighteen. I am a sports
teacher."

	"Oh, nice. And what do you do Nicole, you never said."

	"I'm a nurse. I'm in my first year out of nursing collage. I
work on the geriatric ward at the moment."

	"Lots of old men ogling her all the time," said Lisa.

	"Stop it. They're not that bad," said Nicole. "What about you
Phil. What do you do?"

	"I'm in advertising. I used to work at the firms office in
Leeds, doing local accounts, but a campaign I did a few months ago
convinced them to offer me the job at the national office here in
London."

	"What was the campaign?" asked Nicole.

	"You wouldn't have seen it, but it was very popular up North."

	"What was it?" asked Lisa.

	"It was for double glazing. It had a busty blonde hanging out
of a window. She looked a lot like you actually Lisa."

	"Oh, thanks. I think."

	"It was really good. Sales of double glazing doubled in a
month."

	"Have you still got the posters?" asked Nicole.

	"Sure. Would you like to see them?"

	"Yeah," said the girls together.

	"They're in my bedroom, I'll go and fetch them."

	"That's Ok. We'll come with you. If you don't mind."

	"No. I don't mind. But my room is probably a mess, so I
apologise in advance."

	Phil led the girls to his bedroom, which was indeed a mess.
There were coats all over the bed, so many in fact that some had
fallen onto the floor. Phil did his best to step over all the coats,
and fetched a framed poster out of his wardrobe.

	"This is it!" he said, proudly showing the girls a picture of
a very busty blonde lady leaning out of an open window.

	"It's almost pornographic," said Lisa.

	"Maybe, but the company ran a competition to meet the girl.
All you had to do to enter was buy some windows. Sales went through
the roof. And it was all my idea."

	"You are a clever boy," said Lisa.

	"Say Lisa," said Nicole, "She looks a lot like you."

	"Stop!" said Lisa, "You're embarrassing me."

	"No, really, she does look like you. What do you think Phil?"

	"Well, yes she does a little. But Melissa here has a bigger
chest."

	"Are you sure?" said Nicole, "Lisa does have quite big tits."

	"But I can't see them very well in that dress she's wearing.
Don't get me wrong, I love the dress, it hugs your curves in all the
right places, but it's so tight, that your tits have been flattened
against you."

	"Oh," said Lisa, slipping down the straps of her dress, "does
this help your judgment?" She pulled down the top half of the dress,
revealing a pair of perfectly rounded breasts. They were a golden
brown colour, Lisa had either recently been on holiday, or on a
sunbed, reasoned Phil. There was no tan-line.

	"Yes, it does," said Phil, "Thank you. But I still think that
Melissa's are bigger. Still, Melissa's are fake."

	"Fake?" said Lisa.

	"Yes," said Phil, "She had implants. Not silicone ones, but
some kind of oil. They are supposed to feel real, but you can still
tell the difference."

	"How?" asked Nicole.

	"Real ones feel... different."

	"Nice, different?"

	"Yes, I think so."

	"Do you think mine are fake?" asked Lisa.

	"I wouldn't be able to tell without feeling them," replied
Phil.

	"Well, I'm waiting."

	Who could resist an offer like that. Phil cupped Lisa's left
breast in his right hand, then did the same with his other hand on the
right breast. He gently gave them a squeeze, then weighted them like
melons in a greengrocers.

	"Definitely real," he pronounced shortly.

	"Well that's a relief," said Lisa.

	Phil continued to size up Lisa's lumps, then announced
suddenly, "36C".

	"Spot on. My, you are good," said Lisa.

	"Bet you can't guess mine," said Nicole from behind Phil.

	As he turned around, Nicole reached up and unclasped the
halter neck of her dress, which fell to the floor revealing her
sizeable assets. "I notice neither of you have a tan-line," said Phil
as he turned his attention to Nicole's newly exposed delights.

	"We have a sunbed," said Nicole. "You should come and try it
sometime."

	"Thanks, I will," said Phil. He cupped Nicole's breasts as he
had done Lisa's. Presently he announced them to be "38D and real."

	"That's very good," said Nicole. "Where did you learn such a
skill?"

	"Here and there," said Phil, "but mostly while I was at
university."

	He returned one hand to Lisa's left breast, and left the other
on Nicole's right. Phil stood between them, happy as he had ever been.
Feeling bold, and gaining confidence from the girls reaction to his
attentions, he began to work on their nipples, alternately squeezing,
and flicking them. Nicole closed her eyes, and tipped her head back,
letting out a sigh.

	"Hey, Nicole," said Lisa, spotting the bulge that had formed
at the front of Phil's Levis, "Look at this."

	Lisa slowly moved her hand to Phil's crotch, and rubbed his
erection through the denim. She did her best not to disturb Phil's
hand from its enviable task. As he felt her hand on his cock, Phil let
out a moan of his own.

	Outside the party was still raging, but everyone was having
too much fun to notice that the host had disappeared. In the bedroom,
Lisa was now kneeling in front of Phil. He had both hands now on
Nicole's chest, and there lips were locked together in a kiss. Slowly,
Lisa unbuttoned Phil's jeans, one button at a time. When they were all
open, she pulled them forcefully to his ankles. She then took the
waistband of his Calvin Klein's in her mouth, and eased it over his
straining cock head. It sprang into view, almost hitting her on the
forehead, and she moved quickly to take it between her lips, pulling
his shorts the rest of the way down with her hands.

	This girl was a pro, she circled the head of Phil's cock with
her tongue then took in the whole rod until his balls hit her chin.
She teased him, pulling it out until her mouth was barely touching his
foreskin and wildly stroking the shaft with her hand. Then she sucked
harder and faster, her pretty face full of Phil's cock.

	"She likes sucking your cock. Look at the slut go," said
Nicole.

	She moved away from Phil, and sat on top of the coats on the
bed. She was clad only in her blue high heels, and matching panties.
She took off the panties slowly, throwing them at Phil, then leaned
back on the bed, fingering her already wet pussy. Phil watched in
amazement. This was a hell of a housewarming party.

	"Hey, Lisa," said Nicole, "Don't bring him off yet. I don't
want to have to wait for him to recover before he fucks me."

	Lisa took Phil's cock out of her mouth, which he was slightly
disappointed at. She was the best cocksucker he had ever met. Still,
he wasn't too distressed, since Nicole was motioning for him to go and
fuck her.

	"Come on stud," she said. "Stick that big hard weapon of yours
in me."

	Phil almost leapt onto the bed, his head landing between her
thighs. "Not yet," he said, "I need a snack first."

	He worked over Nicole's cunt with his long tongue. He flicked
and sucked at her clit, lapping up her moisture. Nicole grabbed his
head with her hands, and moaned loudly.

	"Ohh," she said, "That feels so good. Lisa, you're not gonna
believe how good this feels."

	Phil began to slide two fingers in and out of Nicole, slowly
at first, then picking up the pace. Lisa, feeling a little left out,
got rid of her dress and panties, and sat herself on Nicole's hungry
lips.

	Phil was enjoying himself immensely, and his cock was harder
than it had ever been. He knew it was time to use it. He sat up, and
moved his dick towards Nicole's waiting pussy. As it approached Nicole
reached down and helped it in. Once it fully inside her, Phil began to
thrust at Nicole. Lisa was still sat on Nicole's face, and she looked
up at Phil, her eyes glazed. She took his head in her hands and
forcefully as he continued to fuck Nicole.

	All three of them built towards an orgasm, but it was Lisa who
came first, letting out a small scream and pushing her pussy down hard
on Nicole's head. This was too much for Phil. His strokes became
quicker and he lost his rhythm before shooting his load deep into
Nicole. This left Nicole as the only one who hadn't cum.

	As Phil pulled out of Nicole, Lisa fell forward, landing in
the classic `69' position with Nicole, and began to eat his creamy
white sperm out of her. Lisa sent Nicole into a frenzy, as she lapped
at her cunt and rubbed her clit. Nicole was soon having her first
orgasm. The two girls enjoyed each other while Phil just sat on the
floor and watched. He was exhausted. Even so, the sight of two hot
women eating each others pussies while sprawled on top of the coats on
Phil's King size bed, soon had him hard again. Lisa noticed almost
immediately.

	"Phil, now you're ready again, don't you think it's time you
serviced me."

	"Why, of course," said Phil. "Anything you say."

	He moved around the bed to Lisa's ass and waited for Nicole to
take a rest from her feast. Then he slowly slid his hammer-hard rod
into her. This time he was ready for a real marathon effort, and
wasted no time, getting into a quick rhythm easily.

	Lisa moaned at the sensation, but still did her best to keep
Nicole happy by licking her clit, and sticking two fingers into her
twat. Nicole was in heaven, still recovering from the orgasm Lisa had
just given her. To repay Phil for his earlier efforts, she used her
tongue on his balls, as his cock slid in and out of Lisa with a fury.

	Eventually Lisa could stand the pace no longer, and came with
such vigour that she covered poor Nicole's face with pussy juice.

	"Oh Phil," she said, "you're wonderful. I always liked
Northern blokes. Why don't you stick your cock in my ass. Please!!"
She was almost begging him.

	Phil had never fucked a girl's ass before, but then he had
never been with two girls at the same time before either. He figured
this was a night for firsts, so he took his dick out of Lisa's warm
twat, and pushed it at the entrance to her anus. He felt resistance,
and it hurt a little. Nicole suggested that he use some of Lisa's cum
to lubricate the hole. He did so, and found that he could now force
his way in.

	Nicole turned her attention to Lisa's clit, licking and biting
it. Lisa was experiencing too much pleasure to continue her assault
on Nicole's hole, the circuits in her brain were fried.

	Phil found that Lisa's ass was so tight, that his hoped for
stamina soon left him. With a groan so loud he was afraid that he was
heard next door at the party, he came inside Lisa's ass, then
collapsed on top of her. As he did, Lisa had yet another orgasm, the
most vocal so far.

	Worried that someone might of heard them, the three quickly
got dressed. Nicole's face was covered in Lisa's cum, so she had to
use Phil's on-suite bathroom to clean up. They all returned to the
party, and were surprised that no-one had even noticed they had gone.

	They agreed that they should meet up the next day, Lisa would
cook Sunday lunch for them at their place, and Phil could try out the
sunbed.

	Phil never strayed too far from the girls for the rest of the
night, and managed to get in smoochy dance with both of them. He was
disappointed when they both went back to their own flat when the party
ended in the early hours of Sunday morning.

	As people left there were one or two comments about a smell on
their coats, but no-one could place it, or guess where it had come
from. Phil went to bed that night a very happy man. If every party
turned out like this one, he was going to enjoy living in London.

Mark Everitt
http://ds.dial.pipex.com/town/road