Prissy loved the house parties she and her husband threw. “Ladies,” she called, “if you would come with me, I will take you to the ladies’ retiring room, where we can prepare for our evening of fun and frolic.”

The ladies followed Prissy into the retiring room. “As you can see,” said Prissy, “I have many amenities for you here to prepare for your evening of lust and fun. These adorable maids will help us undress and prepare for our husbands.”

Among gossip and giggles, the ladies were stripped of their garments, and the maids hung their clothes and corsets in a wardrobe.

Prissy rested her gaze on her friend Fannie’s ample bosom. “Oh, Fannie, your diddeys are always so gorgeous. May I powder them for you?”

“Of course, Prissy. Powder away, my dear. I want them nice and luscious looking. I’m hoping they’ll get lots of attention this evening.”

“I’m certain they will. Not that your lovelies need any powder, Fannie, but I do adore touching them.”

Prissy grabbed a powder puff, dipped it in some fine talcum, and fluffed it over Fannie’s ample breasts. “I do think I shall paint your nipples as well. They’re a delicious pink already, but with a little rouge, they will be absolutely delectable.”

“Oh, yes, please.”

Prissy took her brush and turned to Fannie’s nipples. She gave each one a quick pinch. “Such gorgeous nipples, Fannie. I think, before I paint them for you, I shall suck on them a bit.”

“Do be my guest, dear Prissy.”

Prissy bent her head and took one pink bud between her lips. The texture was delicate and soft, but they became hard under her tongue. “Ah”—she sighed against Fannie’s breast—“such lovely titties.” She sucked one into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and then giving it the slightest nibble.

“Ooh!” Fannie nearly jumped out of her drawers. “That does feel good, dear Prissy. Do bite the other one.”

“As you wish, my dear.” Prissy moved to the other hard nipple and took it between her lips, biting it gently.

The stunning Angelica, Lady McHunt, came forward, her ample breasts jiggling. “How gorgeous you are, Fannie,” she said. “Might I suck on the other nipple, whilst Prissy feasts on this one?”

“Why, of course, my dear Angelica,” Fannie said. “The more the merrier.”

Prissy and Angelica sucked on Fannie’s nipples for several more moments, slurping and biting. Prissy’s own pussy grew wet. If only one of these ravishing ladies would suck her cunny.

When she could take it no longer, Prissy let Fannie’s nipple drop from her lips. It was magnificent now, a pleasing burnished red. “My dear Fannie,” she said, “I don’t believe you need the rouge now.”

Angelica dropped the other nipple from her mouth as well, nodding. “No, dear, your nipples are a glorious scarlet.”

Fannie turned around and dropped her drawers to the ground. “Then perhaps one of you good ladies would dust my bum for me. I want it to be exquisite for the gentleman to spank this evening.”

Angelica grabbed the powder puff from the jar of powder. “Please do allow me, Fannie.”

Prissy smiled and left her two friends to the fun. She turned to her other two lady guests—Poppea, the Baroness Beaverhausen, and Sarah Nora, the mistress of the earl of Hardwood. They were engaged in a luscious openmouthed kiss, and the sight of their tongues twirling over each other made Prissy’s quim quiver.

Clearly, these ladies were good with their tongues. Why not ask for a favor? After all, she was the hostess of this enchanting soirée.

“I do so hate to interrupt you, ladies, but I was wondering if one of you would do me the honor of sucking my cunt?”

The lovely Sarah Nora, her almond-shaped brown eyes lashed in ebony and her long brown hair hanging loosely around her milky shoulders, broke the kiss and turned to Prissy. “Why, my lady, I would love to taste your sweet cunny.”

Sarah Nora was a beauty. Her lips were colored with red and so full that Prissy could not wait to feel them against her wet folds. But she didn’t want to leave the adorable blond Poppea out of the fun. “If you ladies wou

ld both remove your drawers, I think we could arrange ourselves in a triangle and each of us could have her pussy licked.”

“But aren’t the gentlemen waiting for us in the ballroom?” Poppea asked.

Sarah Nora scoffed. “Oh, let them wait. Let us have some fun without them. They will all want their cocks sucked, and while I enjoy a good cock sucking, I’ve found that no one eats pussy like another woman.” She winked.

“When you put it that way…” Poppea winked back. “Sarah Nora, you take Prissy’s pretty little quim, I shall take yours, and Prissy, that leaves you me.”

Prissy smiled. She had tasted Poppea’s sweet quim on several occasions. It was a tasty delight, and she was happy for the opportunity to eat her this evening. The ladies arranged themselves on the soft Oriental rug, each lying on her side.

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