I WAS BLEACHING MY LIP with Jolen when I heard Jonathon's key turning in the door. He was the type of guy that didn't want to know what went on behind the scenes when it came to beautifying women. As long as I was manicured, well-groomed and beautiful, that was all he cared about, the rest of it totally disinterested him. I quickly grabbed the washcloth off the marble sink and turned the faucet on, rinsed it with warm water, wiped the bleach off my lip and applied a soft taupe lip liner and Mac lip gloss to my pink, full lips. I was ready for him. The Sicilian blood kept my dark complexion easy to maintain looking youthful, yet it wasn't as easy to do when the dark hairs grew in the most undesirable spots. Thank goodness for bleaching cream and other beauty tricks he didn't need to know about.
I heard him shout out "Danni, you here?" It was Thursday night and we got ourselves into that "couple's routine." The kind of thing that would have made me sick if one of my friends had warned me of it prior to me meeting Jonathon; but now that we were in it, I had grown to love it. The relationship has been going strong now for nine months and I was just waiting for him to ask me to move in with him. I made a solemn promise to myself that I wasn't going to say a word so I was hoping in the next few months the subject would just roll off of his tongue. When he gave me a copy of his key, I thought we were moving in the right direction. Unfortunately, the key was given under the pretense that I would feed his fish when he was away on business. I conveniently never gave it back. We had been spending more together and I started bringing some of my things to his place and leaving it there as a subtle hint. The beauty supplies (including the Jolen), I hid under his bathroom vanity in a Henri Bendel cosmetic case.
On occasion, the issue of religion came up and he called me his "sweet shiksa." I knew he meant it in a loving way, although I was not sure that when push came to shove, if my belief in Jesus was going to affect the outcome of our romance. There were certain things about my "shiksa" background that worked for him and our relationship. When his lovely law firm decided to rent out the mud wrestling arena in Long Island City and he volunteered me to wrestle with one of the blonde bimbettes who worked there, my belief in Jesus was shelved for the moment. He loved watching me on top of her in the mud. We must have fucked for five hours after we got home that night. Jonathon reminded me often about how turned-on he was for weeks after that happened.
Shortly thereafter, he wanted to go to one of those underground sex clubs one night. The first time he just wanted to watch but then he coerced me to go back the following night and rented me a bar maid's costume so everyone could watch us fuck. It was the first time for both of us acting as exhibitionists. We had fun that night, although I probably would been much freer and less inhibited if I had been a little buzzed. There was no alcohol allowed in the club. We were stone cold sober. There was a man there as old as my poppy, that's what we called my grandfather, which made me a little self-conscious thinking of poppy there. I went along with it because I have a wild side myself but I ignored his request when he wanted us to join as members for the year. He claimed that his "other girlfriends" never let him explore his, and I quote, "true nature."
In the meantime, our Thursday night ritual was grabbing sushi at a local restaurant called Tokoro, sharing a bottle of Sapporo, and a chilled bottle of Saki, renting porn and somewhere midway into the flick we would create our own porn. Sometimes when we were a little drunk we would pretend we were actors in the movie. I must say, Jonathon missed his true calling not as an actor, but a director. He loved telling me what to do. I'm not sure if it's the power or the control that gets his cock hard, but bossing me around does the trick. This particular Thursday, he had texted me from the office that he had a surprise for me. Goody, I loved surprises. I dropped a couple of the peppermint ice breaker droplets in my mouth, fixed the brown lace top I was wearing and sprayed myself with my favorite perfume. I was ready for my man, my surprise and my Thursday evening ritual.
I walked into the living room and found Jonathon standing over the dining room table going through the mail. Jonathon's text message went off on his cell phone. He casually picked up the phone and checked the message. "Hi baby. Anything for me?" I coyly said.
He looked up and caught the joke. "Yes actually, the Visa bill. You said you wanted to contribute right? Your bathroom utilities are now taking a storage spot in the bathroom."
"I'm happy you noticed."
"Just because I haven't said anything doesn't mean I haven't noticed."
I walked over and gave him one "my" smiles. The mail slid out of his hand and he wrapped one hand around my neck and pulled me in for one of those kisses. Tenderly, he kissed me on the mouth. At first very gently, but the hunger drove his tongue deeply into my mouth making my whole body ache for more. He could do that to me because he had the confident arrogance to pull it off. He slipped his hand up my skirt to find my g-string glued to my skin by the milk that was gushing from my pussy lips. "That's what I like to feel. You're always excited to see me."
"That is never an issue. What is my surprise, baby?"
He smiled. "Let me get it. Go sit down on the couch and I'll bring it to you." He walked over to his briefcase and pulled out a leather binder and brought it over to where I was sitting. He sat down next to me and handed me a white piece of paper with an ad that said:
Jewish guy and his shiksa gal pal are looking for a strong Jewish girl who thinks she can physically take on this Italian beauty for a romp. $$$$$ offered if you can beat her. There are rules to follow. Serious offers only.
"Is this a joke, Jon?"
"No baby. This is as real as the hard-on I have for you." I looked down to find his cock standing at attention.
"Explain what you think is going to happen here."
"You and this Jewish girl are going to have a cat fight, similar to what happened in the mud wrestling ring, and once you get her down, I want you to dominate her. Take her over. Humiliate her. I'll get turned on watching you." He pulled me on top of him and straddled my legs on either side of him. "She will suffer, receive a small compensation because she will not win. We will escort her out together and I will make passionate love to you the rest of the evening." Jonathon leaned in and started kissing me, his hands sliding under my shirt. He massaged my nipples exactly like I liked it, soft around the breast and pinching the middle of nipple with just enough pressure. He pulled the shirt up and started sucking the right nipple like the small meal of an infant. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes and let out a small moan. My pussy lips were starting to become swollen. My hands unbuttoned his slacks and I could feel his manhood pushing through the top of his trousers like a loaded gun. I just wanted to put it in my mouth for one minute before I fucked him. Quickly leaning down like a gymnast, I grabbed his cock and began stroking and sucking it like it was my last meal. His girth filled me and I started to deep throat him without even trying. It wasn't hard considering he was 9 inches when fully erect. The pre-cum was dripping out of his hole and I lovingly licked every drop up. I knew it wasn't going to be more than another minute before he grabbed me to fuck him. I could feel the intensity of his throbbing member and he needed to release it. He lifted me mid lick and placed me firmly where I belonged- on top of him. Of course I wasn't wearing panties. He grabbed my jet Black hair and said "You are going to beat her." His dick penetrated me. It was like being under hypnosis and all I could do was nod. "We are meeting them tonight after we eat."
After a few heavy breaths I could barely mutter "Them?"
"She's bringing her boyfriend to supervise."
"And who will be supervising me, Mr. Goldtraub?"
"Me." In sync, we both came and let out our groans together.
Two hours later we were waiting at an unmarked local dive called Helena's for the "strong Jewish woman" and her boyfriend. I wondered if I was dressed appropriately for my big fight. I didn't really give it much thought until that second. After we fucked, I quickly washed myself off, brushed my teeth, changed my panties, sprayed deodorant, dabbed myself with perfume, and put on another tee-shirt. Suddenly feeling a little underdressed for the occasion; I sipped my Martini doubtfully. Jonathon had his eye on the door wondering what this woman was going to look like. The Jewish broad had sent a picture via the Internet, but that was always a risky venture. I leaned in close: "Do I look okay?"
He smiled as he answered the question. "You look perfect. And you'll look even better when you get her on the ground without her clothes on..."
A moment later a very handsome couple approached the bar. She was no more than 5'5, chestnut-color hair, brown eyes, olive complexion and I would describe her as pretty. He had curly black hair, a nice nose and full red lips. He wore those trendy small bifocals which gave him the artist/writer look and it worked for him. They looked a little out of place by the way they were dressed. He was wearing a conservative suit, her in a simple skirt and jacket, much more upscale than most of the crowd that was there including us. Jonathon gazed over to where they were standing and the two men recognized us ladies instantly. They headed over to us and sat down. Jonathon extended his hand out first to him then to her. "Hi, I'm Jonathon. This is Danielle."
"Hi I'm Maury. Monica." I extended my hand to both of them and smiled.
Jonathon continued, "Do you both want to sit down first and have a drink, maybe get acquainted?"
They both sat down. As I got a closer look at her I could tell right away that she was a little uncomfortable with this situation even though it called for a "strong" Jewish woman. Maybe it was my Italian instinct but I didn't think she was too confident about her ability. She didn't look either one of us in the eye. Perhaps she was having doubts that she could even do it. That would make it even better for me, I would just be able to go home and fuck Jonathon in every position I wanted and go to sleep. I smiled. "So, did you have trouble finding the place since it didn't have a sign outside?"
Monica looked straight at me when she spoke: "I'm great at taking directions. Found it perfectly."
"Oh good." I looked at Jonathon to try to see if he understood what she meant by that.
Jonathon, in his lawyer fashion took over, "Since we all know why we are here, I'd figure I'd go over the ground rules, then we can head back to my place and get started. If that's okay with everyone?" We all nodded our heads. "Both girls get five hundred dollars to participate. Each bonus will be worth an additional $250.00. There will be two ten minute rounds. Unless of course you ladies would like to just have a straight 20 minute match?"
"I'm game," I announced "If you are."
"I would like to hear what the bonuses are first..." she trailed off.
"First bonus," Jonathon started to sound like an announcer at a carnival, as though we were going to guess how much the fat lady weighed. "Bra off, nipples tweaked." "Second, wedgy with panties on the ass and pussy. Reversals sit on the face. Panties off." He took a long breath and waited for us to react. We looked at him and then each other.
"Do either one of you have a problem with the bonuses?"
Monica smiled. "Not at all." Maybe I was wrong about her after all.
I chimed in, "What happens when the panties are off, assuming one of us gets to that point? Then what?"
"Excellent question. That is up to the girl. She can choose the next step whether she would like to bring another party in or not."
"Another party?" I asked.
"The male counterpart."
"I think I'm ready for that drink now." Monica said. We all smiled. Jonathon grabbed the waiter and ordered four shots of Kettel One and a round of drinks for the table. There was small talk and once the drinks were swallowed, Jonathon paid the bill, wrote his address on a bar napkin, handed it to Maury and we were on our way.
We hopped into a cab and Jonathon gave the driver the address. "So babe, how do you feel?"
"Buzzed. You think she's strong enough to beat me?"
"Not a chance in hell. Your Sicilian blood will take her down. She is no competition for you." He leaned over and kissed me hard the way I liked it. The confidence he had about me winning the fight, made my pussy drip. I pressed harder into him to let him know how much I needed the extra reassurance. My hunger for him was uncontrollable. I led his hand under my skirt and his fingers became claws. I wanted him to bury his fingers as far in as he could. I needed to be penetrated deep which went beyond an orgasm, it was a burning desire to be taken over. The moan I let out was loader than I had expected it to be. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear "Channel this energy into your opponent." Without even thinking, I lifted my skirt and pulled his face down into my wet cunt. "Eat me." And within one minute I came like I needed to, fast and furious. My eyes opened and landed on Jonathon's face as I saw my glistening wetness on his mouth. "That is what I needed to relax me. Now I can take her on."
Oblivious to the driver who had been watching everything in the rear view mirror, I gently kissed the cum that remained on Jonathon's face off and waited for the taxi to stop.
As we walked in, Jonathon moved the couch out of the way and set the two oversized chairs back against the wall, making enough room for us to have our romp. I went to the bathroom and was able to take a washcloth and clean myself off before my opponent showed up. I dusted on some powder and slipped on a pair of string bikinis and a pair of yoga pants over it. The sound of Jonathon's phone was going off - another text. What was the appropriate dress code to rip off a woman's clothes? I never got the 411 on that one before. As I was about to put some toothpaste on my toothbrush I heard the doorbell ring. I brushed my teeth and put some lip gloss on - for what purpose, I had no idea. As I turned off the lights to the bathroom, I got a glance at myself in the mirror and wondered if she would feel humiliated after the fight was over.
Jonathon was standing there trying to rearrange the room like an interior designer which made me smile to myself. The lights had been lowered to create a dramatic effect and I smiled at Maury noticing that Monica wasn't there. I quietly asked Jonathon where Monica was and was startled to feel Monica's hand thrust into my crotch. "Are you ready to start?" I did not hear Monica come into the room, the shock of her hand grabbing me threw me off guard. She pressed her fingers hard into my labia lips.
"Could you get the fuck off of me now?"
"Not the type who likes surprises I see..." Monica said.
I peeled her fingers off my body and turned around. "You want to play by those rules, bitch? Let's go." With that, I put my hands on Monica's shoulders and pushed her against the couch.
"Well, I guess the match has started," Jonathon exclaimed.
I thought that I had Monica in the perfect starting position but Monica's hand pushed my face which made me fall right to the ground. Monica got on top of me and leaned forward so we were face to face. "All you stupid shiksa's are the same. Just fucking dumb." With that Monica took her hand and ripped my tee shirt right down the middle and pulled my bra really hard so my tit was exposed. "There we are."
"You fucking bitch. This shirt cost eighty bucks." I slapped Monica's face so hard it turned bright red. "You stupid cunt." As I was about to hit her again, Monica intercepted my hand and held it down with her right hand while her left pulled my bra off to expose both my breasts. She had a look of revenge in her eyes. She spat saliva in my face, so naturally I spat back. Monica leaned down and put her mouth over my tit and bit my nipple hard making me scream. Jonathon's eyes were filled with excitement, but Maury genuinely looked concerned and distressed even though it was clear that his girlfriend had the upper hand. "You are going to be so sorry you stupid Jap."
I kicked my foot back and knocked Monica on her side so I was able to roll her off of me. My temper flared as I ripped her white clean iron pressed shirt. I wanted to get even. Each rip gave me more satisfaction. As Monica struggled to get me off, she kicked me hard enough in the leg to gain the upper hand and rolled back on top of me. She straddled me and sat on my chest and pulled my pants off of my kicking legs, I couldn't fight her off. I thought I heard the sound of Jonathon laughing, but forgot about it when I realized my pants were at my knees. Monica twisted the elastic of my g-string and pulled it into a wedgie from the front and back. Her fingers rested for a moment before they made their way toward my pussy. "Why don't you find your own men? Why don't you like Italian men, you little pig? Leave the Jewish guys for the Jewish girls..." Monica spewed.
"Do you know why? Because the Jewish men don't seem to be satisfied with you Jew-bags that's why!" I snapped back. This really pissed Monica off and in one quick leap she was sitting reverse cowboy on my face. She lifted her skirt and smothered her anus right onto my lips.
"I always wanted a stupid guinea cleaning my pussy. I hope it tastes good. It feels pretty wet. I think this is the part where I am allowed to invite Maury to join in.. Maury are you going to come over here or just keep staring at me?" My hands flailed all over the place trying to get her off of my face. "Wait! Hand me my purse Maury!" He grabbed it and handed it to her. Within a second out came a big black dildo. "This is what I was looking for. Winner's choice once the pants are off babe. I think you should take her in the ass. Or at least shove that gorgeous cock of yours in her mouth." With all my strength I punched Monica on her hip to try and push her off. "Maury, she's getting feisty, just jam Mr. Jones in her cunt for one second to calm her the fuck down. She needs to accept the fact she lost." Like a soldier, he obeyed directions. Climbing on top of me Maury jammed the black dildo into my pussy, hard. I cried out but my voice was muffled by Monica's cunt on my face. "I still think you should take her in the ass. I mean after all, you might as well get it out of your system right? I won't do it." Monica lifted herself off my face which felt sticky with her cream.
"You fucking bitch. You think we are done?" I cried and spit mucus in Monica's face.
Monica slapped me across the cheek so hard that she left a handprint. "It is over when I say it's over. Maury, pull out Mr. Jones and flip this stupid cunt over and pull down your pants. NOW!!!"
Within a second I was lying face down on my stomach and Maury was spreading my butt cheeks, pushing his thick throbbing cock into my tight hole. I looked pleadingly at Jonathon but there was no sympathy on his face, just fascination.
Maury rode me from behind as I lay there grunting and moaning. Monica crawled over and started to kiss Maury. "I want you to call out my name right before you cum, okay baby?"
"Whatever you want. You're the boss." After a few more minutes she knew he was about to explode. "Tell me when you're going to cum," Monica demanded.
"Now!" He let out a animalistic groan and pulled out his cock and sprayed his sticky white fluid all over my back. I was breathing hard. Once he shot his load and got off of me, I crawled over to where Jonathon was and buried my face in his chest. I felt humiliated.
Monica got up and went to the bathroom.
"Are you okay, babe?" Jonathon asked me.
"Mentally or physically?"
"Both?"
"Eventually I will be."
"All in good fun I suppose."
"For you I suppose..."
"I need to get her the compensation. I'll be right back."
"Take your sweet time," I muttered. He walked over to his briefcase and took out an envelope.
Maury was already dressed and ready to head out. Monica returned from the bathroom all smiles. "Well this was fun," she said.
"My words precisely." Jonathon said. He handed her a stuffed envelope filled with new bills straight from the bank.
"Danielle, it was a pleasure getting to know you this evening," she quipped.
"You really think you're funny, don't you?"
"Not just funny -- rich too." She grabbed her overstuffed envelope and waved to Jonathon as she walked out. Maury smiled and shut the door.
Jonathon looked over to see me sprawled out on the floor. "Can I get you a drink babe?" he asked.
"Water sounds good."
"I guess I surprised you tonight."
"There is always room in life for surprises."
Jonathon's phone rang. He had a text message.
"You and those fucking texts."
"Someone has to work, right baby?" Jonathon looked at his message, which read: "Great night tonight. See you at Racquetball on Thursday. Maury."
Originally published August 2007 - "One, Two, Orgy!"