0 comments/ 64518 views/ 6 favorites Musical Chairs Ch. 01 By: Roy Kay About a month ago, Julie had been out of town, visiting one of her former college roommates. As she told David, her current lover, "Fred was a great guy and a dynamite fuck. But there were too many differences for us to be able to keep going on together. Still, I miss him and want to see him. We'll have some time to catch up and he'll probably get me in bed with him, but much as I love him, I'll be looking forward to coming home." When she returned, David asked her how it went. "Fred is still pretty much Fred, though it was nice to see that he's mellowed a little. He's not as serious as he used to be, but he's still pretty intense." She moved her hands down to her crotch and smiled. "I'm glad he hasn't lost all that intensity. But, it's great to be back. I hope you're feeling a little, uh, intense too. So how was yours? Look up any long lost friends?" "No. I was catching up on some sleep when Bob called to ask me if I wanted to go to a party with him. They were people he knew, and he thought I'd have a good time. I tried to wave him off, but he managed to drag me along. I'm glad I went. I had a great time. There's a party next month, and I'd love to take you." Julie really wasn't a party person, but she said she'd go along. After all, David isn't a party person either, and if he had a good time with these people, she would probably have a good time too. It was late summer, too hot for pantyhose. She picked out a short, light, summer dress with sandals. "Uh, David, is this too informal? It pretty warm out and I'd like to be comfortable." David smiled. "This is a pretty laid back group. I wouldn't worry about being too informal. It's sort of a less-is-more group. I wouldn't even bother with a bra." "Sounds like my kind of people." Julie said. "Yes indeed. Yes indeed they are." David replied with the barest hint of conspiracy. When they got here, David made Julie and himself gin and tonic, and then went to sit down at the sofa. Bruce, their host, had come over and almost immediately grabbed Julie's hand to guide her through the group and make the introductions. David watched as his new friends laughed at Julie's jokes and flirtatious air. She was happy. He glanced approvingly at her full breasts swinging slightly against the flimsy fabric of her dress as she raised her arm when sipping her drink. He's glad they like her; he knew they would. She's smart and takes her space at this party easily. After an hour and another drink. Bruce proposed a game of Trivial Pursuit. Bob held up his hands and said "Hey man. I've been frying my brain all week on stuff at work. I don't think I even HAVE a brain left." One of the women, Roberta, who seemed to have the hots for him, rubbed the front of his pants. "Oh, I'm sure you have SOME brains left to work with." Bob replied, "Well, yeah, SOME brains, but none of the cerebral variety. I'm afraid that musical chairs is about my speed." "Sounds fine to me" Roberta agreed, springing up and rubbing her crotch behind Bob's ass. I'll be right behind you." The rest like the looks of things and agreed as well. They set up some chairs, and formed a circle. Julie looked at David quizzically. He took a place in front of her. Bruce selected a few ballads like "Dream a Little Dream of Me." and some jump style jazz. The music was perfect for either luring you into dreamy obliviousness or false stops in the syncopation. On the first round, David ungallantly slipped into a seat, just under one of the women. She wiggled her butt and pouted a little but gave in gracefully enough. When the music stopped the next time, Julie avenged her sex, by slipping in under David's inept attempt to backtrack into a seat. "Better luck next time." she laughed. Then to show a bit of sportsmanship, she squeezed his ass while pushing him over towards the sofa. As the game continued, it was down to Julie and four guys. The music started again and Julie felt hands on her waist as they stumbled over each other, laughing around the circle, and she grabbed onto the waist of the guy in front of her so she wouldn't fall. When the music stopped this time she scrambled again and landed on someone else's lap, the sweet dark-haired guy who was in front of her. She lost her balance and in trying to keep her from falling he inadvertently tore her dress and popped off the first three buttons. "I'm sorry" he apologized. "As much as I've been watching your breasts, you'd think I'd have known what I was doing." Julie flustered as he helped her back onto his lap, her dress hanging well open, but again she loved the feel of him underneath her, and was exhilarated by his hands on her. She glanced at David on the couch, wondering about how he might take this scene. He was facing them, but he appeared to be dozing. As the music started up again, Julie was up and moving with the 4 guys still in the game. They all bunched together as they moved around the circle and Julie felt their closeness. Behind her she felt Bob's hands pulling her hips back against his hard cock. When the music stopped again, she easily slumped onto his lap and felt his cock against the crack of her ass. His left hand laid on her mound, just resting there, and his right hand circled around her, underneath her torn dress, rubbing across her nipple. She immediately sensed the wetness of her pussy, and before anything else, wished his fingers were stroking in the wetness. She became aware that her legs were splayed out in a wide "V" and that her head fell back on his shoulder. Bob moved his hand under her dress, and when he found no underwear, he whispered a delighted, "Nice. Very nice!" in her ear. He teased two fingers up the crease of her pussy and across her clit. She gasped and heard him moan as he felt the wet. It crossed her mind briefly that she's doing all this at a party with a guy she doesn't know, six other guys watching and with her boyfriend napping(?) on the couch! But it felt so fucking good . . . and she can sense that the other guys are loving it, they're not saying anything, but she sees them watching her, mesmerized. The music started again and she was disappointed that she had to get up. They were moving again, just barely. She could hear the music, but mostly she felt Bob behind her. Then he let go, fumbled around with something, and she felt his cock. He'd slipped off his shorts and his underwear. He lifts her dress, pulls her back against him and his cock poked between her legs. Julie was completely shocked. The guy was almost naked. She looked over at David. The couch is in the half-light so she can't see his face clearly. She thinks his eyes are closed but she can't tell. He almost seemed to be he's smiling and she thought she saw his hand rubbing across his crotch, but it rested still again. Bob pinched her ass in fun and when she jumped a little, he threw his arm around her, nuzzling against her neck and they laughed together. The music stopped and Bob quickly sat down. He lifted up the back of Julie's dress, held onto his dick with one hand and guided her right down on it. She gasped and starts to get back up, but he held her hips firmly, pumping just a little, and whispered in her ear, "Oh, babe, just give it a minute, if you want to go you can, but just try it a minute . . ." She eased onto it and it feels so fucking fucking good. She laid her head back against him. And he whispered, "Yeah, that's it . . . that's it . . . just let it happen . . . just let me do it . . . just let me do it." He reached up and unbuttoned her dress all the way down and it fells open entirely. He then circled his hands flat across the tips of her nipples and she arched her back, squeezing her cunt around his cock. Almost lazily she again remembered that her boyfriend is on the couch. She looked over and saw that she was right before. He was lying on the couch, watching them, stroking his cock. She couldn't believe he was lying there with his dick all the way out of his pants slowly gliding his hand over it. Their eyes met. "Oh god, he's loving this too." She realized "He's loving watching me fuck this guy . . ." The music started again. Instinctively Julie began to rise, but Bob pulled her back down on his cock. He whispers in her ear "I think the game is about to change." And, it does. The other chairs are moved aside and the men now circled Julie and Bob. As they circled they started to remove their clothes. Bob lifted Julie's tits up. She felt the silkiness of a satin shirt glide over her nipples, caressing and teasing them, as Earl passed by. He always seemed to move with a fluid grace, never quite fixed where you last saw him. Now, that same grace was gracing her breasts, rippling sensual pleasure from one breast to the other. The same fluidity was urging a surge in her own fluids. As always, Earl moved on before she knew he was gone. She knew he would flow past her again as the game continued. Julia was still floating on this sensuality, her eyes were dreamily closed, when Bruce brushed in front of her, removing his cardigan sweater. She felt the first touch against her breast and started to swoon. The coarseness of the wool against the rise and fall of her breasts and the intermittent tug of the weave on her nipples sharpened her senses. She became aware of both the roughness of the sweater and of the air that cooled the slightly reddening flesh. The expanding consciousness of her skin – now tensed and on guard – moved gradually up to her face and down to her pussy. She noticed how hot her breath felt. She felt how tight her pussy had become, every hair a trigger to tension. She wondered what else could happen, her eyes focused on Tom fixing his eyes upon her. He unbuttoned his leather vest, fanning her with the light breeze as it swung off his shoulders. A slight glance from Tom to Bob, and Julie felt her wrists being pressed to the side of her legs. Another breeze came when he swept his vest over her shoulders and along her arms. Bob released her wrists to work up over the vest, continuing to pin her arms to her side and a little forward, thrusting her tits up as well. Tom ran his fingers lightly up her legs, paused to tease her clit. Julie startled then loosened. Tom's fingers continue up to her belly. He pulled the vest in and buttoned the bottom button, then the next and the next, until Julie's arms could not be freed and her tits were raised and thrust forward between them – past the buttons left undone. Tom's touch feathered over her fettered breasts circling the aureole and nipples. His tongue followed his fingers, but did not linger long. David rustled from the couch and came over to her. He had one of her scarves in his pocket. He withdrew it and swept it over her breasts, letting it undulate over them. He pressed it ever so gently up thorough the valley, now a tunnel, between her ampleness, and drew it slowly up and over her cheek. With a swirl he caressed her face from ear to cheek to cheek to ear and around again. She closed her eyes and felt it sweep over her forehead. Then it tightened over her eyes and she could feel a gentle hitch being tied to keep it in place. "How well do you think you know me? How well can you tell between me and another lover? We shall see." With a nod he cued the other 3 men to unzip their pants. Bruce approached. Bob leaned her forward and whispered in her ear "Can you tell by taste and touch? Perhaps this is David." Julia tentatively reached her tongue out, finding the tip of his cock. She coaxed it to her lips, cupping under the head at the top of the shaft. Easing him into her mouth she swirled around the head, testing for tightness. Yes, he was circumcised. That meant he wasn't David. The first test was easy. Removing her lips, she shook her head smiling, "Not David. Delicious, but not David." Earl approached next. She had to lean over a bit further this time, again drawing the tip into her mouth and circling the glans. Then a little sucking. The bit of give on the shaft told her it might be David. Might be, but she had to bend down a bit to get to him. No. Probably Earl, the shortest man there. Clearly, shorter than the others. Definitely shorter than David. That however did not stop her from diving forth to get as much cock in her hungry mouth as she could before "deciding". She almost doubted herself. He was long, as long as David. Maybe? But no, it had to be Earl. She pulled out and shook her head grinning. Tom came next. He was circumcised too, but guessed her trick with Bruce. He gave his dick a sharp snap with his fingers and it went soft. Maybe she wouldn't have it so easy this time. Julie was rather disappointed. She actually had to lift his cock a bit with her tongue to take it in. She felt for the foreskin but he stiffened enough that she couldn't tell whether it was a lack of stiffness that left some give to the shaft. Some men weren't cut as much as other too. Maybe the length, then. No, that seemed the same as David. But there was something. Something she felt, or rather, didn't feel at the base of his cock. No fur, just skin. David was into "natural" all the way, and wouldn't shave and never encouraged her to either. She smiled and pulled her lips from Tom's cock, lingering and swinging her tongue back and forth under and over. "Nope", she smiled. They silently scooted a stool over in front of her, which Earl then mounted. "Now I wonder if this might be David." she laughed. Bob pressed lightly against her back. Julie leaned forward again, just a little wary that, maybe, another friend had joined the game. He was hard, very hard. Drops of pre-cum were smoothing the tip of his cock. Julie decided that the time for tentativeness had passed. She engulfed, and devoured his cock in a ravenous dive. Down past the glans, the neck, all the way down his shaft till her nose caught the first hint of hair – just enough for her to slow down before crashing at the base. Just as quickly she rose back up, but stopped at the neck. A quick swirl disclosed the foreskin pulled up ever so slightly. Satisfied, Julie rocked her lips back again, a little in, a little out, further in and just a wee bit of a back off, then more and more and more. Earl's legs buckled. It was hard to stay on the narrow stool. He dared not hold onto her for support lest she sense a different touch. So he wobbled and tense, sparing as little of his consciousness on stability as possible, as his he tried to control and extend her sucking. Another deep dive, this one for her. If he was desperate for her lips to press on, so was she. Julie needed to smell the scent that was always strongest where the fur held the heat and sweat. She tried to touch her clit with her fingers. Bob pinned them when he sensed her first stretching. She tried to raise herself up and thrust on his cock. His hands and force prevented more than a squirm. Squirm she did, to the best of her ability. Resigned, she strove to take what she could get. More of that delicious, delightful, cock. Julie attacked with renewed force and effect, maneuvering in a frontal assault on his cock with her lips, but parrying his thrusting cock with her swirling tongue and tightening lips till he relented, then she would reverse and lay yet another siege to it's length, pressing, pressing on. Earl loved it; he wanted it to last forever. Even with the nascent cramp in his left leg he hoped for an eternity of this. Julie engulfed his cock again, her watering mouth laying a slick path over the tip through the neck, and all along the shaft. Her breath heated him and drew up more of his scent. Then backtracking up his dick, pulling the skin with her, spinning her tongue between the foreskin and the neck. It was too much. Hold as he would wish to, the gates began to open. A surging mass of semen and sperm hastened to surrender. Pressing to the middle of his shaft, rumbling to the approach of his glans, lingering a split second then surging into her mouth. Julie took her prize, took the cum and paraded it around her tongue, bathing her mouth in it and swallowing it all in a triumphal procession. Another drive to engulf his shaft and still more surging cum. Drawing back beckoned yet more, his exhausted last. She let the vanquished cock fall from her lips, dripping a strand onto her breast to gather on her nipple. Earl bent over to suck on her sweetened breast, kissed his way up over her neck and shared his last drops, from his lips to hers, in a passionate and appreciative kiss. He reached to her brow with his hands to remove the scarf. Julie shocked to see his eyes looking into hers. She stared down at the stool, glanced over at David, smirked. "Perhaps I don't know you so well. It appears that I shall have to be more watchful." Musical Chairs Ch. 02 David replied, "…IF I give you something to watch, that is. Now you will have your sight back, but some things you still won't see. After all, you don't have eyes in the back of your head." With a nod to Earl, they helped lift Julie off Bob's cock. (Oh, how she wanted to drop right down on top of it again, but they had other plans.) Still trussed up in Toms vest, they led – no carried – her to the buffet. Her legs were tied spread to the feet of the buffet back. They laid a pillow on it and leaned her over onto the pillow. Bruce sat down before her, looking up into her eyes. "As David said, 'some things you CAN see'." With that, he slowly opened up a drawer about a foot and a half beneath her face and removed part of a length of fine woven stainless band that was resting on a black felt cloth. One end was pinned to a half hinge. He drew the band smoothly from the drawer over his up-turned hand, watching her stare transfixed with apprehension. He rose to kneel before her, laying the band between his hands over his cock, as though a vestment over a sacred phallus. He drew it through an armhole of the vest, the other keeping an even feed from the drawer. The other hand then drew the cool metal mesh over her back through the other armhole and down to the other side of the drawer. A length of pin now secured this end to another half hinge. Between was the black felt cloth it had rested on. Bruce stood up and looked down at the dark hair hanging over her back and along her cheeks. His cock rested upwards against her forehead, nose and lips. Eager with the memories of tasting him, she licked at the tip and tried to coax his cock to her lips and into her mouth. While she was doing so, he slid open a drawer to her left. She felt a feathery sensation running up over her exposed ass to the small of her back, then back down again. The next pass was raising goose bumps all the way from her anus and through the crack or her ass, sending a spike of shivers to the nape of her neck, lulling her into bit of a trance. As he continued, the feathering ceased, as coursed over the back of the vest. Then she sensed the whoosh. A split second later she heard the cracklets as the suede strands laid mini stings on the goose bumps that he had just seconds ago raised her ass. She opened her mouth wider in surprise, taking more of Bruce's flaring cock in her mouth, then stopped, unsure. He toyed again with her, stroking the strands upward over her newly sensitized ass. Julie started sucking on his cock again, feeling him move with the rhythm of the stroking of her ass. Every so often a suede strand would fall into her crack, to glide over the lips of her pussy, and tickle her anus. She would open just a little to gather more of that touch, to feel the tingling deeper and broader. Her hands, unpinned now, reached down to spread her cunt in hopes of yet another light teasing strand. Ah. There it was again, so sweet, so gentle, so enticing to every nerve. Lost again is this dreamland of the lyric lash, Julie startled at another sting on her ass. However, the strands were still moving smoothly over her cunt and asshole as before. Another sting brought her attention to the breadth and strength of the force. There had been no rise and fall of the lashes for these last. She recognized this as something new. Someone, "unseen" in David's words, was spanking her. Bruce gently and lightly glided the flogger up to the small of her back again. Julie's mind traced the sensation up to the cool metal mesh over her shoulder blades that secured her, the light tease at the small of her back, and the warmth of her pinking ass – now ready and anticipating the next smack. It was coming. Julie could feel the hands lying ever so lightly on her ass. Then lying more heavily. Then a touch on her anus. No, not a touch, a tongue. It was so tender and careful, that if it weren't for the moistness, she couldn't have told. Something she COULD tell was the furry feel on her ass as well. There were other men with beards, but David KNEW she loved having her asshole licked. She also knew how eager he'd be to just thrust his tongue in as soon as she was slippery enough. Slip in his tongue he did, but into her cunt, so loose from Bob's cock and her eagerness for the teasing of the lash. Now, instead her pussy was graced with the lively flailing the tongue eagerly lashing her insides – the back wall being caressed by the curl pressing against her as he drew out his tongue, the sides feeling the swirl as he thrust back in. She started to reach her fingers towards her clit, but paused when he lowered further and let his lips grasp the prize for himself. Still, she would help by spreading her pussy a little. Julie parted the lush dark fur frame that set off the pink picture of dewy desire – dew verging on deluge. She could get so lost in the rolling movement. She closed her eyes. He never tarried long at one spot, but wheeled around to strike another nerve that she had forgotten was there – somewhere – waiting on the walls of her cunt, the thrusting clit, the dimpled anus wet with her juices. Rolling movement. Yes, rolling. Like steel balls rolling themselves into her consciousness. She hadn't even notice that Bruce has pulled out of her slackening mouth. She hadn't quite registered the sound of another drawer opening. She hadn't reflected on the tap tapping of metal on metal as one ball rolled over the other three. Now it did. She opened her eyes to see a string of 4 one-inch balls that Bruce was rolling between his fingers in front of her face. It wasn't only a string that ran between them. There was a cord as well, and a little plastic box and dial connected to the cord. She could only guess what these were for. Bruce passed them to one of the men standing next to Julie behind the buffet. The tongue that was so gloriously bathing her pussy in passion left, and different fingers began to tease her, spreading her cunt and touching her asshole. She felt the first steel ball being pressed into her cunt. She was relieved that it had warmed in his hand first. Then the next ball following the first. This recalled to her how wonderful it felt to be filled. She still missed Bob's cock (or Dave's or…anybody's), but this was good. The third pressed in, clicking and reverberating through the chain, and then the last. They were all pressed tightly to one another. Julie loved the feel of being filled, but she needed something more. Her fingers reached to her abandoned clit. As she stroked it, her cunt squeezed the balls and separated them. She could feel a pull on the string, tightening them again, then loosen, so that they would roll apart. It was like being fucked from the inside out, rather than the outside in. She pressed a thumb and a finger against her clit and pulled on it. Pulled then let loose to follow the slackening and tightening of the balls in her cunt. On another roll, when the balls separated, she started to feel something even better. They started to hum. This felt so warm and very friendly, so lyric and easy. When they were being drawn tight the sensation strengthened. On contact, they sent off a reverberating vibe that shivered her whole body, dwarfing her hard pull on her clit. Then they floated away from each other, diffusing back to a gentle hum. Her clit again became a focus of her consciousness, sharing the spotlight of her attention with the anal tonguing. She pressed the flat of her fingertips against it, toying with the nubbin, lost there until the pull on the string sent another resounding vibration through her whole cunt. Bruce ran his fingers over the felt that the stainless mesh had laid on. When his fingers reached the end, he pulled it back. Underneath was a flat 17" video screen. A sequence of still pictures appeared before her. The first showed a man tied naked to a pole. Off the pole ran climbing rungs like on a telephone poll. The lighting seemed somewhat dim above the man's shoulders, but bright enough below them. The next showed dark haired women sucking on his cock; the next a close up, with his cock deep in her mouth. The woman seemed a little familiar. More pictures. The woman had climbed the pole to where her tits were level with his lips; the next had his face buried between them; then another, a bit blurred, sucking on her nipples. A different set of pictures came in view. These seemed centered on a woman. The first showed her bent over, with her fingers between her legs, teasing her clit. This brought her back to her own feelings, the hum of the balls in her cunt and her fingers on her clit. The next was from underneath, with a man's tongue thrust into her cunt. Julie could almost hear the "squish" around the vibrating balls and she got wetter and wetter. More pictures from the previous set. Until now, Julie hadn't noticed the woman's muscle tone. Now it stood out, as she climbed higher, her arms straightened and her legs abreast his waist. From one angle you could see his cock riding on her clit; another from a different angle and his cock was pressed against her anus; yet another, and he was half into her cunt. Then more from the second set. Close ups of the woman riding a man's cock. One where you could catch a peak at the glans; another fully buried with his balls touching her clit; the next with her on a rise, the glisten juices sheening on his cock. More again from the first set. The blond, now at the top of the climb, pressing her crotch against his face. There was a view from underneath with his tongue in her asshole, then another from above with him sucking on her clit. The lighting had improved, because she could make out the man's face. And how well she knew it. It was David's. The woman's name dawned on her. It was Angelica, one of the people at this very party. "Yes, Julie." Bruce said. "These are all of people right here in this room. David's initiation was last month. And now we welcome you to the club. With that he reached out a hand and shook her breast, paused and circled the nipple with his finger. At an instant Julie registered the next picture of the woman before her, bent over with pink marks on her ass, as herself. She thought back to all they could show of her – her greedy sucking on the four, no it was three, cocks; her tits thrust out of the vest; with a stream of cum on them; the tongue teasing her anus…like it was now. She could see the fingers urgently jilling her clit, pulling it and pressing on it like the picture now before her – the picture no longer still but moving and showing her every horny yearning. She could see the reflection off the shallowest ball, just a little drawn from her cunt as Tom pulled back on the string. She could see his tongue teasing her asshole. She could see the view go to a split screen with view from above and below. Most of all she could see her own ravenous yearning for more and more. Her middle finger dipped into her cunt, contacting the outer ball and carrying the vibration along its length to her clit. How much more could she need? How much more could avarice ask? More. That's all she new. She wanted more. She saw hands high on her ass spreading her for Tom's tongue, more eagerly thrusting than before. She saw a shadow, then a hand, then her own jolting response to the smack on her ass. From the other side she saw another man's hand land on the other cheek, then again, on the first. They started a cadence. This was the "more" she wanted. The staccato vibrating balls in her cunt, the allegro stroking of her clit, the andante tongue fucking in and out of her asshole, and the largo "smack"…."smack"…."smack" on her ass. And, Bruce seemingly conducting the whole, circling and pulling on her nipples, as he sat cross-legged, looking up at her, intent as the maestro he was. Looking up at her desperately tensing jaws, as intent on her show as he was, bound by the vest and the steel mesh band but seizing control. Julie was determined. Determined to get all she could out of her initiation. "Smack it! Smack my ass! Make it hot. Make it as hot as my cunt. Make it hot and I'll let you taste my fingers when I come, my fingers drenched with my molten juices." "Tom, I know it's you licking my ass. Spread it and fuck it with your tongue. Stick it in my horny asshole. Feel how easy you tongue goes into me. I love how you're fucking my cunt with those vibrating balls. Keep fucking my cunt. Keep me coming. I am getting so close. Oh, how I wish I had 2 clits to pull on, and stroke and circle my fingers around." Bruce smiled, "Heh, heh. Make it one more for me, while you're at it. I lead, but how I wish I were manifold that I could suck your clit, suck it and run my tongue over the small glistening tower. Oh, that I could let my tongue dive into you cunt and drink to intoxication of your juices. Nor, would I neglect your anus – to play and tease it with my fingers, or to feel the easing tension and determined hunger of you awakening asshole. I would nibble on, and squeeze your ass, your round smooth ass, rubbing each cheek in a circle, spreading your asshole for another me's tongue, circling off and landing a 'SMACK' on each cheek. 'Smack'" His timing was impeccable. The "smacks" pierced her ears in perfect unison with the next two spanks on her ass. "Ah, that there would be three of me, sharing three pleasures in one mind." Julie, getting four pleasures in one mind, was getting so close to cumming she could barely register the images on the screen. Yet even the blurry image she saw through squinted eyes fed her hunger. And her hunger fed her voice. "Fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck my horny cunt. Fuck it with those balls. Fuck my asshole. Stick your tongue in there as deep as it will go. Spank my ass. Spank me and make my shake inside and out. Fucking me. Keep fucking me! Pull on my tits." Each demand was met with enthusiastic response. Each response was met with more demand. Julie's breath and voice bespoke the ratcheting of her intensity to the precipice of her orgasm. Her tits thrust forward as much as being pulled. Her ass rose to meet the next smack. Bound, though she was, she wiggled her asshole against Tom's tongue, and pressed against the vibrating, pulsing balls in her cunt. Then she stopped, hung there for an instant, before she lost complete control. A smack had landed ever so precisely on her ass, her nipples had stretched in exacting tautness, when the tightening tug on the vibrating steel balls sent an overwhelming surge through her body. She shook and she shattered. Every intense muscle collapsed with the detonation of her orgasm. A shock, then a rumble, then the echo of the rumble until there was little left but her limp body. Her eyes gained a bit of focus – just enough to see the vibrating balls pulled out, bringing Bob and Earl some of her promised juices to savor her scent and taste. They untied her feet from the buffet. They rubbed her aching legs. The screen went black. Bruce recovered it with the felt, unpinned the metal mesh band, withdrew it from her back, and laid it back in readiness for one of the next initiates. They leaned her back into Dave's arms, and helped him carry her to a love seat where her held her gently in his arms. Bruce smiled at her. "You know how the winner of a pie eating contest gets a dozen free pies? Well, now you get the same prize. You can have anybody here, any way that you want them. You've certainly earned it." Julie let out a weak laugh and curled up David's arms, hanging limp, her eyes misting with appreciation. "Thank you, but I've had enough for the nonce. It was wonderful, so wonderful, very wond…" Then her eyes closed and she fell asleep. Musical Chairs Ch. 03 Bruce smiled at her. "You know how the winner of a pie eating contest gets a dozen free pies? Well, now you get the same prize. You can have anybody here, any way that you want them. You've certainly earned it." Julie let out a weak laugh and curled up David's arms, hanging limp, her eyes misting with appreciation. "Thank you, but I've had enough for the nonce. It was wonderful, so wonderful, very wond…" Then her eyes closed and she fell asleep. A while later (15 minutes? An hour?) she regained consciousness. Someone, probably David, had carried her to a bed and covered her with a blanket. She could hear laughing voices in the living room. She rustled to the edge and sat up. She felt good. No. She felt great. "That", she said to herself, "felt great. I could do that again. Well, maybe I could." She laughed "It gave me a lot but it sure took a lot too. I don't know how much I have left on balance." She found her land legs. She was steadier on her feet than she had expected. She walked towards the door and the happy crowd. Louder than any was her voice demanding, "Smack it! Smack my ass! Make it hot. Make it as hot as my cunt. Make it hot and I'll let you taste my fingers when I come, my fingers drenched with my molten juices." "Tom, I know it's you licking my ass. Keep it spread and fuck it with your tongue. See how horny I am. Feel how easy you tongue goes into my asshole? I love how you're fucking my cunt…" Everyone's back was to her as they watched the replay on the wide screen TV. Tom commented, "Man is she hot. She almost socked me in the chin pulling on her clit. And really, I was half afraid her asshole would grab my tongue and never give it back." David chuckled, "I've often feared that with my prick. Heh, heh. I am a very fortunate man. Very fortunate indeed." Angelica sat there contemplating. "Does she give as good as she takes?" David nodded. Angelica reflected some more. Reflected, wiggled and smiled. Quietly, Julie walked up behind them. Angelica startled when Julie whispered into her ear, "Yes indeed I do give as good as I take." Angelica turned towards her and took a deep breath. "Intriguing". Then she parted her lips to receive Julie's. She licked Julie's lips, then backed off for Julie to lick her's. Julie followed her lead, then lead still further, licking the insides of her lips, then the inside of her mouth. Julie's tongue varied from stiff to soft, piercing and bathing. Everything was wet – lips, tongue, breathe, mouth. Something else was getting wet for both of them. The men grew silent, as they took notice of Julie and Angelica's play. Soon the only sounds you could here were their quiet moans, and Bruce's voice on the video "Well, now you get the same prize. You can have anybody here, any way that you want them. You've certainly earned it." Julie broke from Angelica's kiss, look around and said "Any way? And anybody? As in more-than-one anybody?" Everyone nodded. Julie scanned the people and the scene. So many thoughts went through her mind. She noticed the hook and chain hanging from the cathedral ceiling. "Am I correct that something is meant to hang from there?", she pointed, "Something other than a chain, that is?" It was confirmed. "Hmmm. What, then? What do I have to work with?" Bob said, "Well, usually I, we, have someone bound to the chain. Of course in the video of last meeting you saw how David was tied to a pole that was hanging from it." "Anything else?" Julie asked. "Well, sort of a trapeze, more of a sling really. Barely a seat. Open in the middle as you might guess. It can be set for any height." Julie smiled. "Good then. Angelica and Bruce and David, you're elected." Yes, you can all watch if you want; and yes, you may bring the cameras. No. You MUST bring the cameras." They helped set up the sling about 24" above the floor bench. Julie went over to where Angelica was sitting on the couch, extended her hand, and gallantly "lifted" her from her seat. With Angelica's hand high in the air, Julie half-pirouetted under their joined hands rubbing her back against Angelica's breast and dusting her ass with Angelica's bush. With her free hand Julie reach behind, and pressed Angelica's ass, pushing her breast and bush even tighter against her. Letting loose of her ass hand, she continued the pirouette, bringing them breast to breast, then encouraged Angelica in a half-pirouette herself, bringing her bush against Angelica's ass, swooning as her nipples brushed against Angelica's sculpted back. With Angelica, now in front of her, she tangoed them over to the sling, running her legs along Angelica's sinuous form. "Nice bit of climbing last month. Think you can make it in one jump?" Angelica nodded "Umm huh", then bent to put some spring in her jump. "Wait, please." Julie asked at the bottom of the crouch. Julie reached under and ran her middle finger over Angelica's clit, between her pussy lips, up over her perineum and anus. "One" she counted. Again, she stroked using her index and ring finger to spread Angelica's cunt and ass cheeks. "Two." Another stroke, this time broad and flat with her hand, teasing the clit, pulling on the lips of her cunt, but pressing her ass together, not spreading it apart this time. "Three." Angelica pressed back but Julie's hand lifted off. Then delivered on light "smack!" on Angelica's ass. "Go!" Unexpected as this was, Angelica's athletic training had her going from totally straining back to instantly leap forward. She cleared the back of the sling in one smooth leap, landing her legs on the outside and her buttocks right in the middle of the sling. "I'm impressed." Julie said. "Not really surprised, but impressed none-the-less. That tautness, however, may work against you, unless you know how to relax as well." "Not going to be a problem." Angelica smiled. "Feel." With that she grabbed Julie's arm and forced it to within fingertip reach of her pink playground. "Feel it." Julie stroked over the same path she coursed before. The pussy was soft and inviting. A finger easily dipped in to touch the first drops of dew. Angelica forced her arm back further. Julie was astounded at the ease with which her fingertip entered Angelica's asshole. Angelica's muscle control was amazing, able to be tight and loose at will, when and where she chose. Angelica loosened her grip, releasing Julie's hand, and sat back to see how the rest of the action would set up. Julie gave her another deep kiss. "I assure you, Angelica, you will LOVE this." "Now Bruce and David, I noticed that padded bench. Bring in over here." They duly retrieved it. "Uh, any particular place you want it?" they asked. "Oh yes. Most definitely." Julie crouched down to eyeball the angles of approach to Angelica pussy and ass. She grabbed their stiff cocks, and with these as tethers guided the bench into just the right position underneath Angelica. One end of the bench was just about even with her pussy, the other extended out about 2 feet. "Good work, gentlemen." Julie allowed, then slid mischievously underneath to give each cock a longer lingering suck. One more check on the siting. "Okay, you can set it down." To confirm her judgment, Julie slipped on top of the bench. Her mouth was just a little too low to comfortably lick Angelica. She ordered a pillow. Dave went into the bedroom to get one, helped lift Julie's head and slipped it underneath. "Perfect", she said, and it was. As Julie's warm breath spread over her pussy, Angelica's scent released into Julie's deeply inhaling nostrils. She almost drifted off before remembering that she was the maestro in this sybaritic symphony. She brushed apart Angelica's lips, running a dry tongue gently over the tips of the labia, up to her clit, and then gliding back with the underside of the tip. The tip of her tongue touched the entrance to Angelica's cunt. To the dew drizzling on the gateway, she added her own hot humid breath. Here she could taste the pools formed on the strand in the approaches to the depths. Holding Angelica's ass in both her hands she dove in as far as she could. Her lips pressed against Angelica's as her tongue fathomed her cunt. She would not touch bottom, but she would find the most intoxicating dive. Even though her tongue ached from the straining reach, she hesitated to withdraw. Angelica, true to form, opened and tighten on Julie's tongue – striving to take in ever more, but striving also to press every pleasure point in to seize the flexing pressure. The parted lips of her mouth let out a low lingering moan, holding a vibrato tone for seeming ever, then rising a little on the slow, reluctant withdrawal of Julie's tongue. Julie released one hand from Angelica's ass. With a curl off her fingers, and a wave of her wrist, she beckoned David over. When his cock came within reach, she took hold, and guided him to a stance just above her head. Watching with a watchmaker's eye, Julie pulled the tip of his dick to where it could just touch Angelica's clit. His balls sort of rested on her forehead. She teased his cock over Angelica's clit, watching the pretty pink point swing from sides to side. She pulled his cock down halfway to the entrance of Angelica's cunt, then let it flick back up to tease her clit from below. Where cock and clit met, tongue now joined. Julie thrust her tongue up to separate and savor their flesh. She drew a long wet stroke between them, then parted them to run a single swirling liquid lick around the glans of David's dick. With a double swirling figure 8 (or more accurately infinity) she bathed Angelica's labia, circled her clit and again pressed David cock against her tongue and wiggled it between them again. The vibrato draw of her tongue between them set their two voices moaning. They found a chord and resonated in a chorus of tone matching the reverberating tease from the soft point of Angelica's clit against one side and the stiff bluntness of David's dick on the other. Now clit and cock teased each other again. On this next playful wiggling and tickling of dick and clit, Julie extended her range. She ran her tongue all along the shaft of his cock to his balls. Her nostrils flared at the scent trapped there by the fur at the base and in his balls. She continued on, back curling behind his balls, then counter-reversing over the perineum to his anus. Her lips pressed to the circle and her tongue spiraled into the center. David's cock jolted a little in her hand, dipping below Angelica's clit to the entrance to her cunt. There it would easily have thrust inside, were Julie's hand not wrapped tight around it. Still, the head dipped in a little and sent a shiver of aching desire through them both – a shiver that set his anus tightening on Julie's tongue. Julie loved teasing and pleasing him this way and played the tantalizing tip into his asshole for a while before retracing the path back to where the two were joined. She let her tongue lick the underside of the neck of his cock, tasted some of the drops of pussy juice and moved on to Angelica's asshole. Unlike David, Angelica relaxed and let her tongue ease in. "Hmmmm. This is great. I really must thank you, David, for the recommendation; and I very much thank you, Julie, for the way you're tongue fucking my asshole. I was hoping you'd give as good as you get; now I only hope they gave you as good as you're giving me. Feel me opening for you? Feel how eager my asshole is? Fuck it. Fuck my horny asshole with your tongue." With that Julie removed her hand from David's cock, and spread Angelica's ass again. In spreading the cheeks, she pressed Angelica forward towards David's cock. It glided smoothly into Angelica's juicy cunt. David started to glide in and out. Julie backed off to watch and gathered her breath and her thoughts. She said, "You should be well aware that you're not the only one with a hot asshole, Angelica. Tom tongue fucking mine was great, but I want more. I need a good ass fucking. Bruce promised anything I want. Well my ass is horny for his dick." Just to make sure she was heard, she yelled, "You hear that Bruce? I want you to stick you dick up my horny asshole." Bruce had been sliding his hand over his cock, knowing that he had some part in this but not sure until now what that was. Called to action, he hastened to fly into the breach. He'd wanted her too, exactly as she wanted him. He kneel at the end of the bench where Julie's legs had been dangling, He ran his strong hands over her belly and down along the inside of her thighs. He pressed them apart as he drew further down to her knees, then hooked his thumbs underneath and lifted her legs in the air. As he did so, the cooling air touched her heated pussy. Before he rose up, he ran his tongue up though her crack, wetting her anus, and stroking her pussy. He licked into her cunt, and drew out some of her wetness to add to his. His tongue pressed gently back down into her anus. She breathed a deep sigh of relief that this was going so well. She felt the sphincter muscles relax and open up for him. "Oh Bruce. That is so right. That is soooo tickly good. My anus is so eager to feel you. I love your tongue, playing so sweetly on it and in it; but I need your cock. I need it so deep. I want to feel your cock fill my asshole." "Patience, Julie. You are making this good for me and I intend to make it great for you." Bruce rose up and laid his cock over her pussy, with the head on her clit, and the shaft over her parted labia. He glided up and down feeling her velvety folds. Little by little the moist pool in her cunt passed on to his cock making his strokes slicker and slicker. As he began to move more freely, his path extended. His balls started to press lightly against her labia on the upstroke. On the down stroke the tip slipped past her lips to her anus, painting is with her juices, and sending a shudder through her whole body. "Oh. That is so good." Julie mewled. I can feel how wet you're getting my asshole, and I love how you slide soooo nicely over my pussy. Make is good. I want this to last forever." Angelica reached her arms down and pulled on Julie's nipples. "Speaking of getting your asshole wet, mine still wants your tongue. I'm collecting on your promise. But I'll sweeten the deal. Why don't you lick my ass and I'll do a great job of encouraging Bruce. " With that, Julie leaned into her work, spreading Angelica's ass, getting it wet with her tongue, thrusting inside her. As she did, she wiggled her own ass just as Bruce's cock was gliding up towards her clit again. The shift pressed him down and inward – inward to the font of her wetness. Bruce slid into her cunt so easily that he surprised himself when he felt the drips of her dew on the fur at the base of his cock. Her cunt was so inviting, he want to remain there, thrusting, burrowing, delighting in the silkiness. He might have too, if Angelica hadn't enjoyed Julie's ministrations. "That is so good, Julie. Keep fucking my asshole. Oh, Bruce. This is great. Give her as good as she's giving me. Fuck her sweet asshole so sweet. Fill her asshole like she's filling mine. Better than she's filling mine." Having reminded herself of that delicious pleasure she pulled harder on Julie's nipples, trying to deepen the tongue fucking into her anus. Dazed by the tender caressing of Julie's cunt, and impelled by Angelica's incantation, Bruce pulled back and lowered the head to the petals on her rosebud. The slicked up tip pressed in to the flare of the glans. In her eagerness, Julie tightened to hold him, but pressed him out instead. "Getting a little greedy there, Julie, heh heh." he said, "Very well. I'm getting a bit eager myself." He pressed too lightly against her tightened anus and ended up glided up into her cunt instead. The tip found renewed slickness, and after some more thrust was drenched with a coating of cunt juice. He slid his cock out and back down to her asshole. Holding his cock steady, he pressed inward. Julie almost started to tighten, then drew a little Zen breath. All her muscles went limp – all but her legs in the air, and her tongue in Angelica's ass. She found inspiration in Angelica's control, and softly resisted the urge to clamp down. Bruce felt the first twinge of tightness and pressed more insistently. The sudden softening of Julie's resistance found him thrust past the glans, the neck, and half an inch further into her asshole before he slackened the force. He watched and waited. Julie had withdrawn her tongue from Angelica's ass, and moved one hand to press against his chest, holding him back until she was ready for more. When she was ready, she backed off her touch and pressed forth her tongue again. Angelica let out an appreciative gasp, and pressed through the seat as much as possible to feel that delicious wet tongue in her anus. In pressing down, she also pressed forward more against David's cock, so persistently and sweetly embedded in her equally eager cunt. "Yes. Fuck me both of you. Fuck my cunt with your cock, David. Fuck my asshole with your tongue, Julie. This is so good. Ohhhh. Give it to her Bruce. Fuck her ass like she's tongue fucking mine." Carefully, Bruce pressed on and in, following Julie's fingertips as she lightened her touch on his chest. She felt him begin to fill her asshole; the outward pressure on her anus lessened while the inward thrust offer such sweet satiation. When he began to rock in and out, gently and lazily, her fingertips dropped down to gently stroke her pussy again. She undulated her hips to feel more and more of his cock, his pulsing stiffness pressing on her sphincter. Adding to the thrilling warmth in her asshole and the responsiveness of her clit, she dipped a finger into her cunt hole – swirling it towards her g-spot then back against the wall. The swirling of her fingers in her cunt echoed in the swirling of her tongue in Angelica's anus, the slow fucking of her own asshole urging her on. Also urging her on was the pulsing of Angelica's anus in response to David's fucking. Each thrust pressed Angelica back a little, and increased the pull on her pinched nipples. Each counterstroke brought more of the scent of Angelica's pussy to her keening nostrils, exciting her to desperate penetration of her tongue into Angelica's ass. "Come on, David. Give it to me. Fuck my dripping cunt." Angelica demanded, strengthening her hold on Julie's nipples, and using them to thrust back at David. "I love it. I love the double fucking I'm getting. I love the way you fill my cunt. I love the stiff wetness in my asshole." David, long teased and taunted by watching Julie being fucked and licked had a hard time resisting the pleasure offered by Angelica's pulsing, milking cunt. The long wait for that sweet, silky sheathing of his cock made him desperate for her. The ever-present encouragements to press deep and deeper were beyond resistance. Pure urgency led his strained surge of power into her cunt. And now pure urgency was powering a surge within his cock. The surge of his impending orgasm took control and made him fuck wildly and desperately. He wanted nothing but to feel himself cum in Angelica's wonderful pussy. And cum he did, flooding her cunt. "Oh yes. Pump it all in me. I love the way your cock explored and pulses. I want all your cock and all it's cum. Fill my cunt." Angelica screamed. But she, too, was losing control. While she could still hold on to Julie's nipples, using the leverage to press her pussy down over David's cock, she could no longer control her own reactions. Indeed the oncoming orgasm began to control her, demanding the she press against the cock that was feeding it. She was greedily opening her anus for Julie's thrusting tongue and her cunt for David's thrusting cock; then tightening on both as if to hold the delights forever. Reaching and grasping for more and more of the delicious pleasures eagerly offered. Musical Chairs Ch. 03 Julie heard David's glissando cry when he came. So well trained was her ear that instinctively her cunt clenched against her fingers. Then she caught the first scent as his semen joined with the Angelica's juices. Finally the flood erupting from Angelica's pussy dripped to her tongue bringing a new tang to her taste buds. With this overpowering stimulus to her arousal, and the further slickening of her tongue, she drilled still deeper into Angelica asshole, now tightening and loosening from her onrushing orgasm. And so the turbulence passion cascaded through her. It cascaded from the savoring of tastes and scents, past the taut and tauntingly pulled nipples, and washed over her belly to her fiercely fucking fingers – her fingers pressing on her clit and pushing to the inward depths of her cunt. To all this, Bruce returned a counterforce from his long smoothly stroking cock in her asshole. He was pressing against Julie's tightening anus, filling her; pleasing her horny asshole and adding to the tightness of her cunt against the touch of her fingers tensing, in turn, the nerve endings on her clit, adding to the craving for more and faster fingering. Her tits thrust up overtaking Angelica's pull. She was gasping for air. David's spent member fell from Angelica's pussy onto Julie's parted gasping lips. Limply they closed on his cock, sucking on the combined juices. Her gasps opened her lips wider for even more, but however much she craved the feel and taste, she needed the next breath. As with Julie, her cunt and ass were in control and they would not be denied. She would gasp and hold that breath to press tightly on the fingers and cock. She would exhale and relax a split second to take yet more in. She wanted to be filled. She needed to be filled. She would be filled. She felt the first twinges of a cadence in Bruce's cock – a low beating like a heartbeat. She felt the cadence gain strength, Strength gained by his weakening hold on his own motions. Bruce's cock drove in and out of her asshole by instinct – the same instinct that gave her cunt and asshole command of her body and her breath. The drumming in her asshole rose to a jungle beat – pounding, pounding in savage intensity. Then it subsided. Then it rose, thundering again, as his semen surged into her asshole. She opened up to receive his cock and his cum then squeezed down to hold it all in. This last grasp was too much, too much to sustain. She lost her hold on her body Her cunt was swaging her fingers on automatic; her anus was pumping his cock. She let out a moan, a scream, a wail. With every breath and sound she pulsed against Bruce and against her fingers. She pushed on and on until she throbbed in every muscle. Until she was one great inferno of heat and pressure, until she could have all that was to be availed. And until the point where she no longer has the will or wherewithal to do anything but collapse; lying limp, spent, exhausted. Her energy dissipated, she could do naught but float in her lyric lostness – floating as the sweet juices floated in and on her. Floating in the breeze Angelica made when she jumped back out of the sling. Angelica kneeled beside her and lifted Julie's breasts to suck on them, then kissingly nibbled her way up to Julie's parted lips. "You were wonderful Julie. I am so glad to have you here." Turning to David, she said, "Thank you for bringing her to us. There is much more of her we will want to explore. Perhaps next time we'll trade places and you can try my ass, and I can try hers." Bruce sat cross legged just looking at Julie's pussy and ass, her public hair matted down from the juices and sweat, the little pool of cum on the outside of her asshole. He blew a cooling breath over it all and smiled to see her anus reflexively wink. He nuzzled her thighs and kissed them. David sat where he had collapsed at Julie's brow, massaging it and combing over her hair with his fingers, occasionally kissing her forehead. "I love you, Julie. You give me so much. I hope I give back as well." A small faraway voice from Julie whispered. "It was beautiful. You were all so beautiful. Yes. So sweet and so beautiful."