Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 19:25:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-8

Margaret 08 Wednesday Evening

Once on campus, Rachel directed me to a parking space
near the women's dormitory, then helped me carry my
kit inside.  As we entered the building, a welcoming
committee of two attractive young women met us to lead
us to the party room, which turned out to be the
second floor washroom!  One was Helen, a lovely woman
of Greek ancestry with a long deep-brown hair that
hung in a mass of ringlets almost to her waist.  The
other was Trish, primly dressed in a tweed suit, but
who had a ready laugh and shining bright red hair cut
in a short page-boy style.

They explained that as a cost cutting measure there
was only one washroom for every three floors, with the
result being that the washrooms were the biggest
spaces in the dorm.  As we entered, on the right was a
row of toilet stalls.  Strangely, there was a chain
across them, with a sign that said 'Out of Order'.
Opposite the entry door, a series of make-up mirrors
were interspersed with tall narrow windows, and along
the door wall was a counter with a row of sinks,
including two professional hair washing basins,
complete with reclining chairs just like in a beauty
salon.  In the middle of the room were a couple of
vinyl couches facing each other with a coffee table
between.

The whole place was decorated with streamers and
balloons and really looked very festive.  Someone had
written 'Bon Voyage Lisa' in red lipstick across the
long mirror above the sinks, and a number of travel
brochures were taped up around the room, extolling the
virtues of a tropical island where Lisa was going on
her honeymoon.  Two other women were busy working on
the décor, while one was putting bottles of wine into
a sink full of ice.  It was going to be a good party.

One of the decorators, a diminutive platinum-blonde
girl named Alicia, asked if they could complete the
décor by putting lingerie up on the walls, using
masking tape.  Well, the lingerie was certainly
colorful and pretty, so we got right to work.  Soon
the walls were festooned with sheer gowns and lace
panties and satin bras.

These women had decided that each of them would buy
something for Lisa and an identical outfit for
herself, so that each time Lisa put on hers she could
remember how her friend looked in it.  Since the
hostess of an EROS party always receives a thank-you
outfit, she would get one from me too.  When
everything was ready, Helen and Trish went off to get
the guest of honour.  Rachel opened a bottle of
champagne with typical skill, so that full glasses
would be ready when Lisa arrived.

Soon Helen and Trish returned leading a blindfolded
woman.  She was tall, with short curly brown hair and
an athletic figure.  She was dressed simply, in a
short wrap-around skirt and a burgundy leotard that
was cut low both in back and in front.  Her bra-less
breasts filled that leotard out in a way that started
my mouth watering.  Helen steered her to the center of
the room as we al held our champagne at the ready.
Rachel held one out toward Lisa as Trish suddenly
whipped the blindfold away from Lisa's eyes.

"Bon Voyage, Lisa!" we all cried, as Lisa stared
around in wonderment and accepted a glass of bubbly
from Rachel.  Helen, clearly in charge of things,
spoke.  "Lisa, there are seven of us, and so you must
choose seven outfits from this collection and we will
model them for you, so you have something to remember
us by.  But also remember to pick things your future
husband will like!"

Lisa was speechless, as she stared around at the
lingerie taped to the walls.  She pointed to a sheer
black teddy and said, "I'm sure he'll like that one."
Instantly Trish volunteered to model it.  She pulled
the teddy down from the wall, and disappeared into the
shower area at the far end of the room.  While Trish
was away we got Lisa seated in one of the reclining
chairs.

When Trish returned, the sheer fabric of the teddy
left little doubt that she was a natural redhead.  The
transformation from tweedy spinster to seductive tart
was complete as she did a little dance for Lisa.  She
took Lisa's hand and placed it on the transparent
fabric over her breast, then bent low to kiss her,
long and full.  Then Trish stood back and held a sexy
pose as Helen urged Lisa to pick another outfit.

At the urging of the other women, Lisa picked a few
more outfits, and two of the women ran to the shower
room to change.  But Alicia announced that the shower
would probably be too crowded, and proceeded to change
right there in front of us.  We all watched with
interest as Alicia stepped out of her skirt and pulled
her cashmere sweater up over her head.  She was left
standing in a gorgeous pink lace bra and panty set.
The delicate pink color was perfect with her pale
blonde hair, and her breasts filled out the B-cup bra
perfectly.

"Hold it!" cried Lisa, "Alicia, you look totally
delicious.  Come here and let me take a lick!"  So
Alicia walked over to the party girl, still clad in
her underwear, and bent over to allow Lisa to lick and
kiss at the lace of her bra.  Lisa quickly tugged the
lace aside with her teeth, and began to slurp at
Alicia's erect pink nipples.

The remaining women seemed to agree that there was
little point in going to the shower area to change,
and soon the counters were covered in discarded
clothing, as everyone began to try on my lingerie.
Wisps of lace and satin went on and came off of these
lovely ladies' firm young bodies.  They were eager to
help each other change, and soon they were touching
and caressing each others' bodies in the most intimate
of ways.  Lisa picked out a garter belt and hose set
that she would like to see Alicia wear, and when
Alicia modeled it for her she openly fondled the
blonde girl's pussy.

Donna, the most buxom of the ladies there, offered
herself in a dark blue bra that pulled her tits up and
together in a spectacular cleavage, along with the
same color of open-crotch panties.  This got her
groped by Lisa's other hand, while they and Alicia
indulged in a leisurely three-way kiss.

Helen's olive skin was set off spectacularly in a pale
green baby-doll with matching panties, while Rachel
dressed in a white version of the teddy that looked so
good on Trish.  Finally, a curvy brunette named Sarah
settled on a hot red bustier and panty set with half
cups that supported her lovely breasts without hiding
her generous pale-brown nipples.

They all looked so lovely, and they all looked at me.
I had been so busy helping them all get out of their
clothes and into the lingerie that I had completely
forgotten about myself!  Fortunately I was prepared.
Underneath my smart navy blazer and skirt was the
shimmering vanishing swimsuit.  I unzipped my skirt
and let it fall to the floor, then peeled off the
jacket.  I turned a little bit this way and that to
let the special fabric do its magic.  Lisa reached out
to me and I went to her.  She clutched at my breasts
and pulled me to her for a long game of tonsil
teasing.

When at last we broke our embrace Helen announced,
"Ladies, as you all know, Margaret here is new to our
group and is here to bring us these lovely
undergarments.  As you may not have guessed, each of
you was invited to this little party because each of
us has been one of Lisa's lovers!  Some of you didn't
know that I knew, but that's OK because Lisa loves
each one of us, even if she is leaving us for a man.
The only one of us who has not tasted Lisa's pussy is
Margaret."

Helen turned to me, "Margaret, as each of us can
attest, Lisa has one of the sweetest pussies
anywhere."  At that, Trish and Donna leaned over and
unwrapped Lisa's skirt, then unsnapped the crotch of
her leotard, exposing delicious puffy pink lips with
the hind of an erect clitoris peeking out.  A deep,
narrow canyon lay between those lips, and Helen urged,
"Margaret, join us.  Join the lovers of Lisa.  Her
pussy awaits."

So I knelt between the legs of this bride-to-be and
touched my tongue to the tip of her clitoris.  She
gasped and started to grind her hips to that I had to
plunge my tongue deep into her slit just to maintain
contact.  I licked up and down in between the folds of
her inner cunt lips, from her vagina just up to barely
touch her clit.  Lisa grasped my hair and pulled me to
her, yelling, "Yes!  Fuck me with your tongue!"  So I
did!  I probed deep into the hot hole of her vagina,
swirling my tongue around and reaching as far as it
would go.  She went berserk, as the other women held
her down, caressing her tits and neck and thighs.
Alicia, wearing garter belt and hose and nothing else,
straddled Lisa's face so Lisa could slurp hungrily at
her crotch.

Lisa was getting wetter and wetter as I slipped two
fingers inside her hot twat, and moved my tongue to
flutter back and forth across her clit.  Her cunt
erupted, spewing pussy juice all over my hand and my
chin, and I eagerly licked it all up.  I moved back to
continue the tongue-lashing I was giving her clit, but
she begged me to stop for a moment for her to catch
her breath.

We all sat back and were having another round of
champagne when Helen, our chief party conspirator and
Mistress of Ceremonies began another one of her
speeches.  "Ladies, a few of you may remember a night
last year in Donna's room when we were talking about
our kinkiest fantasies.  Well, I wasn't as drunk as
you thought, and I took notes.  Tonight I propose that
we fulfill Lisa's kinkiest fantasy!"

We all regarded Lisa as a look of horrified
fascination came over her face.  "You wouldn't..." she
said.

"Just say the word, and we won't."  Helen replied.

"Well, I'll leave myself in your hands."

Most of us looked at each other in confusion at this
cryptic conversation, until Helen told us, "For the
next part of the party we all have to be completely
naked, and it has to happen in the shower."  In a
flash we pulled each other's skimpy lingerie off, and
Lisa's leotard too.  We half led her, half carried her
into the long shower room where we laid her down on a
white plastic lawn chair someone had put there.  It
was adjusted so that Lisa laid back almost horizontal.
 Helen passed around a plastic squeeze bottle full of
expensive massage oil, and told us all to start
working on Lisa's firm athletic body.  We knelt down
all around her and soon Lisa was moaning from pleasure
as fourteen hands massaged her from head to toe.  I
worked mostly on her left arm and breast, but I could
easily reach her other nipple and pussy.  Hand after
hand delved into Lisa's relaxed and gaping cunt, as
soft slippery fingers played with her clit.  Soon Lisa
was crying out in pleasure as we discovered that the
massage oil was edible and tasty.  More than once I
leaned forward to suck the oil from her nipples before
applying more.  Lisa was clearly totally turned on,
when Helen moved to straddle her body, standing above
her breasts.  The rest of us continued to massage Lisa
as Helen squatted slightly, and suddenly a golden flow
sprang from between Helen's legs.

"Oooohh!" cried Lisa in ecstasy as Helen's pee
splashed across my fingers which were teasing Lisa's
nipple.  "Ooooohhh!" she wailed as Helen shifted a bit
so her urine spattered against Lisa's unattended
breast.  "Yes!  Do it!  Piss on me!"  And suddenly we
all understood the mystery of Lisa's kinky fantasy.
Donna was next, and she squatted low over Lisa's flat
muscular belly, and unleashed a torrent of urine.

Alicia, who had been gently massaging Lisa's face and
temples, stood over the mouth of the bride-to-be and a
pale yellow stream began to flow.  Lisa eagerly opened
her mouth and lapped at that pee, but some escaped and
dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down her neck.

Lisa was going crazy as the rest of us did not stop
playing with her tits and cunt while her wildest dream
was realized.  "Piss on my clit!" she cried, and in an
instant little red-haired Trish withdrew three fingers
from Lisa's vagina to stand over her hips.  The first
flow of Trish's pee missed its mark, but she quickly
adjusted her position and was pissing right on Lisa's
clit, as Helen and I held her pussy lips wide to
expose that little pink morsel.  I got up and swung a
leg over Lisa's recumbent body, and facing Trish, I
embraced her with a long horny kiss as I urinated on
Lisa's lovely tits.  Finally, little Rachel stood
where Alicia had been, and added her golden flow on
Lisa's face, so that our bride's pussy, tits and mouth
were receiving a golden shower at the same time.

Lisa had been in a continuous cum since Helen's first
drop of pee has splashed against her nipple, and was
totally exhausted.  The rest of us were laughing and
giggling and wondering what had come over us.  Then
Donna turned on the showers an quickly adjusted them
to a comfortable warmth, and we all crowded under the
spray, soaping each other and groping each other in an
orgy of playing with each other's bodies.  We
shampooed the piss out of each other's hair, where it
had splashed on our heads and our pussies.  We kissed
and fondled each other's asses.  Various fingers
probing my cunt brought me to two fantastic orgasms as
all of those lovely horny bodies swirled around me.

Finally we all stumbled out of the shower, satisfied
and happy, and Helen casually removed the chain with
the 'Out of Order' sign from the toilet stall doors.
"You bitch!" cried Donna as we realized that Helen had
deliberately kept us from peeing until the climax of
the party!  And Donna playfully attacked Helen,
pinching her nipples and grabbing her ass as we all
looked on and laughed.

It was a wonderful bridal shower.  It was a golden
bridal shower.

As the party wound down, Rachel told me she wanted to
stay overnight with Trish so they could get an early
start on their lab work the next day.  I didn't ask
what kind of lab work.  It seemed fairly obvious to
me.  Rachel also told me that Alicia, the pretty
platinum blonde lived near to us, and would appreciate
a lift home.  Of course I offered to provide it.

As we headed home the air of sex hung heavily in the
car.  I hadn't bothered to put the swimsuit back on,
so I wore nothing under my skirt and jacket.  I was
fairly sure that Alicia had as little under her skirt
and sweater.  Without bothering to ask where she
lived, I drove straight home.  I had seen enough of
her tantalizing pussy that I was determined to taste
every last bit of it before the night was done.  She
made no protest as I opened the front door for her and
led her upstairs.

In the bedroom I didn't bother to turn on the light.
The bluish shine from the street light coming through
the window was enough.  I took Alicia in my arms and
kissed her softly, letting her tongue seek out my
mouth, and welcoming it when it came.  I peeled her
soft cashmere sweater up over her head, then
unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Then she undressed me and we stood for a moment,
running our hands over each other's nude bodies in the
dim light.  I pulled away and drew the covers down
from the head of the bed, exposing the satin pillows
and sheets, and invited her in.  As she joined me in
the bed I pulled the covers over us and we were
quickly lost in a sea of satin and bliss.

Alicia's smooth young hand cupped my ass and drew me
to her so that our pussies met.  Slowly we started to
grind against each other.  Our breasts pressed
together, rubbing nipples, as we licked each other's
faces and necks.  We were both tired after the party,
so our love making had a languid, almost mystical
quality in the pale blue light.  Alicia pushed me
gently onto my back as her urgency mounted.  She
humped her pussy on my thigh as she knelt with one
knee between my legs, and started gobbling at my
breasts.  Slowly my longing for her lovely body led to
arousal, despite my fatigue.  I began to grind my
pussy against her knee as I ran my hands all over her
body.  A delicious wave or orgasm rose from my clit
and spread throughout my body, until I fell asleep in
my new lover's arms.  My last thought before sleep
took me was that I still hadn't tasted her sweet cunt.