0 comments/ 21920 views/ 1 favorites Quiznight Extravaganza By: dutchpantyraider This wasn't going to be a normal Friday night out. That much I knew in advance. We were going down town to a party house with our good friends Paul and Barbara. Nothing wrong with that place, but this night it was something else. It was a restricted night for invitees only, but what we were really in for we didn't know. The party house had a good reputation as a venue for parties and celebrations great and small. Anything from a relaxed evening with a nice dinner for two in one of its restaurants, right through to elaborate gatherings for huge groups, including full blast entertainment. The place was famous for business parties en company outings, and also for their creative cuisine. On Friday nights they organize their regular dance nights. These nights always have some kind of a theme, like Country-Western style, or Rock and Roll Sixties. The entourage as well as all the personnel are completely in style with the theme. On most other night the facilities are hired by private companies. Once in a while the Friday dance nights are restricted for invited guests only. Rumor has it that these nights are ranging from a little bit on the cheeky side up to full swing sexual entertainment. It all started rather normal, or at least that's how we thought about it at the time. Knowing each other for many years, we came together pretty often, but never considered each other in a sexual way. We were just good friends. We even went on a holiday together a few times, basically splitting the cost for a bigger place to rent than each of us could have afforded separately. We liked each others company, but it had never gone beyond that. We are myself, William, and my wife Peggy. I'm 37, and Peg is 35. Our buddies Paul and Barbara are slightly younger at 31 both. Barbara is more or less the opposite from Peggy. Where Peg is a petite 5'3, small breasts size A+ and small in the hips with straight, shoulder length brown hair, Barbara stands 5'11 and is heavy in the chest. Het tits are at least a D cup, and definitely sagging. Their heaviness is even exaggerated by her blond bob cut. Although perfect tits to me would be a high chested, firm and upturned size B or maybe a small C, my Peg's A+ is more sexy to me than Barbara's too big boobies. Even so I can not deny that I gaze at Barbara's rack from time to time, daydreaming about their succulent opulence and squeezability. I am really a butt man, and not that much into titties. I do like a nice heaving chest line, and often find myself staring at a nice pair. But more often I'm mesmerized by a firm wiggling tushy. Women showing off their perfect firm ass as they innocently walk around... ouch! It seldom fails to give me a tickle in my groin. One day we figured we liked to do something a little bit out of the ordinary. Nothing too outrageous, but some entertainment slightly on the cheeky side. Barbara said over coffee after a diner at their place that her friend Jennifer had told her about the special nights at the party house. Jennifer works there waiting tables. Her manager had asked her if she was into some extra work on the side. It was all a bit secretive, but she was assured it was very lucrative for her as well. She had to do her activities top less though, and although a bit upsetting, she had decided to give it a try. She really could use the money, since her boyfriend had left her recently with some debts, so the generous earnings helped a lot in persuading her into it. After her first special night she had told Barbara about it. That night had turned out to be a little bit naughty. And Jennifer was quiet enthusiastic about it. Since Barbara had not yet received a birthday present form us, Peggy suggested that we could go there. We gathered around Barbara's laptop as she looked up the place on the internet. After clicking on the button 'invitees only' and entering the code which was on the business card Barbara had gotten form Jennifer, a screen popped up telling about the upcoming event next Friday night. 'Quiz Night Extravaganza' it said, 'fabulous prices to be won, fun for all guaranteed'. 'Not for the faint hearted', for this night was 'strictly invitees only', 'adult entertainment for 18 years up'. Only a few places left, a notice flashed the screen stating we could still be in on all the fun. Clicking through we could fill in up to four names and addresses. We decided boldly to go for it and see what it would bring us. Within ten minutes a reservation confirmation was returned by e-mail. "I hope it's not a dumb trivial pursuit night," Paul said. "Nah," Barbara interspersed, "it's supposed to be erotic, even provocative, but not too much I hope. Jennifer said she did have a good time, although she had to do her thing top less and you know what a prude she can be. But since the reward was so big, she had put herself over it. She said that once she had walked around for half an hour with her tits out, she strangely felt it wasn't so bad after all. "Nice, so at least there will be something to look at then!" Paul exclaimed. "Well, you know I don't mind if you wander around a bit with your eyes, Paul, as long as you keep your hands at home." "I always say it's ok if William gets hungry on the road, so to say, as long as he comes home for diner," Peggy said, "Have you never seen him staring at your tits, Barbara?" "Well, sure," Barbara said winking at me, "And I do think it is flattering in a way. I believe you really would like to see my naked breasts, don't you William? Or better still, get your hands on them!" "Uh, well, I can't deny that I sometimes steal a look, yes, but there's no need to bare them for me," I stammered with my face reddening. "We'll see what will happen Friday, won't we?" Paul ended our little discussion. "Shall we agree that some nudity won't be that bad, if this would be required in the proceedings?" "I say deal!" Barbara agreed. "Fine with me," Peggy affirmed. I smiled a sigh of relief that our girls were so keen to dive into this experiment without too much inhibition. This could become something really great. *** Next Friday we all left our business a bit earlier than usual, in order to prepare for the evening. Barbara had asked Jennifer what would be the best way to dress, and what else we should or shouldn't do. She had done some shopping with Peggy, off course using Peg's credit card, since this was to be our treat. Peggy had laid out a trouser and sports jacket for me on our bed. It was nothing special, just leisure wear. As I took a quick shower and got dressed, she said she would dress at Paul and Barbara's place. We arrived well before six. Peggy went straight upstairs and disappeared for the next half hour or so. I found Paul busy in the kitchen, where we got ourselves a beer and went into his study. "I wonder what will come to us tonight," I said. "I want to show you something," Paul answered. "I found a clip the other day. I stumbled on it by coincidence. It was in an obscure folder on the site of the party house. Luckily I had saved the clip, because the second time I tried to access it to see if there was more material, there was no way I could get to it again. I must have hit a short lapse in their security." Paul stepped to his computer and started the clip. We saw the stage of one of the restaurants at the party house. Normally the stage was used by a small orchestra for live musical entertainment during romantic dinners. But now there was some rack on the edge of the stage, on which a girl was tied down. She wore a red spandex cat suit, with her boobies clear in the open. Her eyes were obscured by a mask. A man came into view and he started to fondle the girls crotch for a minute through the shiny material. Then he tore a hole in the suit, right at the gusset. The clean shaven pussy that came into view showed a string disappearing between the thick lips. The man took hold of the string and slowly pulled is out, retracting two ben wah balls. He put a dildo between the pussy lips, and started to move its tip up and down between the swollen lips, from the vaginal entrance to the girls clit and back again. The girl started to squirm against her restraints. After some more teasing the man shoved the dildo into the girls quim as far as it would go. Her wriggling became more strenuous as the dildo was shoved in and out of her snatch, tampering her pussy and effectuating her orgasm. The flick ended as the girl had reached her orgasm. "Wow, that's some show!" I said. "I'm pretty sure this was filmed at the party house. I just figure at what kind of event this was made. But according to rumors about the special nights I believe we might be into some real hot entertainment..." Paul replied. As our girls came downstairs, Barbara swirled around us, her new little black dress swaying in her way. She patted both Paul's and my butt as Peggy asked if we liked what we saw. We confirmed we did and complimented the girls with their sexy new dresses. They both wore a tight fitting black specimen. The form hugging material made their female curves shine. Surely I felt a stir in my groin. My already aroused equipment swelled even more from a fresh blood surge. Luckily my tight new brief prevented it from tenting out too much. "Ouch," I said, "it looks like you two are ready for the night. "You bet your little ass," Barbara replied. "And that bulge in your pants indicates you are willing to escort us, right?" "She has you there, William," Paul said. "By your balls I should add!" "Off course William will be very pleased to accompany Barbara to the dance tonight," Peggy said sheepishly. "It's my pleasure, mi lady," I said as I made a small bow to Barbara offering her my arm. "Let's hit the road then," Paul concluded. "I for myself am pretty hungry already, and I'm sure we all could use a bite." *** The evening started like any other diner appointment. What was different though was that all guests were offered cocktails in the lounge, and were all seated at the same time sometime after the last guests arrived. And all the tables were served simultaneously. It was more like a big diner meeting. In between the courses there was a shared moment with the entire restaurant. After the first course was being served out all the waitresses left. They reappeared again after a quarter of an hour, but now they were all top less. They wore a long white skirt, with a slit at the side going up all the way to the hip. As they walked through the restaurant towards the platform along one side of the room the skirts floated around their long legs, allowing glimpses of the tight white panties they wore. A male waiter, also naked from his waist up, addressed the guests. As he took the stand, one of the waitresses stepped behind him and stroked his tight torso. Her hands were slick with oil, which made his abs and torso glistening in the lights. "Welcome you party people! As you all know tonight is quiz night extravaganza. First I want to know if there is someone in our midst who celebrates his or her birthday." Peggy poked Barbara in her ribs, saying "He's meaning you Barbara!" Barbara raised her hand timidly. The speaker scanning the room immediately pointed her way and enthusiastically said: "Aah, we do have a birthday girl in our midst! Please step forward love, and come here to me and tell us your name." Barbara stood up hesitantly, and after Paul's thumb up she stepped toward the roster. "He, brave girl, first time here at our special night?" "Ya, I've been to dance nights before... but not to a special night. You know, invitees only..." Barbara stuttered. "Oke, well, first tell us your name love." "I'm Barbara." "Hi Barbara, I'm Justin," the speaker said as he reached out to Barbara, grabbed her right hand and helped her onto the podium. "Well Barbara, and it's your birthday today?" "Not exactly, not today, but we did come here to celebrate my birthday tonight. Actually my birthday was last month." "Now that's fine with me. And I'm sure everybody here is very happy for you. Let's all give Barbara a big round of applause, folks!" All present joint the speaker in an encouraging applause. "Tonight we have, as we do in fact have at most special nights, two stages. First we have our quiz right here, during our diner. And afterwards there is an after party with those who manage to struggle through the first part," Justin explained to all of us. "As our birthday girl I'm gonna give you a choice. You can assure your place at our after party, for yourself and your party. I see you're here with three friends?" "Yes, that's my hubby Paul and our good friends William and Peggy," Barbara said pointing back at our table. "Ok Barbara, now tell me, are you willing to join us later this evening and party on into the night? With the winners of the quiz?" "Yea, I think so, but is there a condition for this, or are you offering me this just because I'm celebrating my birthday?" "Well, reaching the second stage of the night is the main purpose of the quiz. So, it's like I'm offering you a joker with which you, and your party I must add, secure your place in the festivities during the rest of the night. But yes, there is a condition..." "Basically you can't lose the quiz," Justin went on. "But if your team fails on the questions... you do have to pay a forfeit... But since you will be the captain of your team, you may decide who has to pay..." "Well, that sounds ok, I guess... And you assure us a place in the quiz' final?" "Yes. The only thing you have to do is to pledge obedience to the games rules on behalf of your team." Barbara looked our way with raised eyebrows, as if asking us for permission. "Go for it, girl!" Paul shouted. Peggy and I winked at each other and gave a thumbs-up to Barbara. "OK, we'll do it," Barbara said. "Well Barbara, I heard you say 'we', but it has to be your decision. May I interpret your answer as your personal promise of obedience to the games rules, on behalf of your team?" "Yeah, I guess so," Barbara answered timidly. "We do have our first finalists!," Justin said to the assembled with a big smile. Turning again towards Barbara, he said: "Will you please stand over here Barbara, next to Jennifer?" Her friend Jennifer was among the waitresses this night. Her presence had a reassuring effect on Barbara, and was a big factor in persuading her in conceding into the offer. A curtain was lowered from the ceiling, surrounding both Barbara and Jennifer, depriving us spectators the sight of them. As they were both out of sight a small screen on our table flickered on showing the circular fitting room from above. As we could witness the proceedings behind the curtain from above, Justin explained to the audience what happened. "Since Barbara now holds a wild card to the final, she has to adjust her wardrobe to that of our personnel. Jennifer helps her now changing in white attire, with all the appropriate accessories." Our party could clearly see how Jennifer helped Barbara out of her black dress, and took of all her underwear. Out of the bag she had with her she took a white slip and a long white skirt and gave it to Barbara to put on. Then I think I saw Jennifer massaging Barbara's breasts, and she did something to her nips. She was also busy sometime between Barbara's legs, but we couldn't make out what she did. As the curtain was raised again we could see that Barbara was now provided with shining white nipple shields. They were adorned with Twenties style tassels. And Barbara paraded a tiara in her hair. What a sight she made, all propped up for a burlesque show as it were. But since Barbara didn't have to wait the tables, as the others in white attire did, she was allowed back to her seat. "Gee Bar, how nice!" Peggy said. "I think I like the new you." "Well, I have to admit that your bosom looks more delectable than I had imagined..." I said. "You don't mind my admiring them for a while, do you?" "I knew you wouldn't keep your eyes of me, so who's gonna stop you?" Barbara replied. "But I might select you if we need to pay a forfeit..." *** Before the next course was being served by the white dressed beauties Justin explained the course of play. A screen popped up on every table, not just ours as before. "We have a series of questions for you. You can answer these during the next course, together as a team. So, every table is one team. You can give your answers by touching the screen. You may discuss the questions as you wish. After this course your answers will be scored by our judges. In the meantime there will be a little show for your entertainment. After that there will be dares during the remainder of this diner. But only for the better scoring teams from the first round." The first part of our dinner was fairly normal, except for the fact that we were discussing and answering all kinds of questions, all with a sexual content. Not your typical diner discussion in a restaurant. Some only technical, or of trivial nature, but others more risqué even considering extreme matters, like SM, bondage, fetishes. All in all it was good fun, although a bit estranging. It did have a major effect in the arousal department, and the atmosphere became definitely more tensed. The air was thick with a feeling of anticipation. There was quiet some laughter, at our table as well as around the room. As I looked to a table next to us I saw the same situation there. Good fun and sharing stories, or was it offering suggestions for some of the questions? We simply couldn't hear. Paul had just as good a time as I had. He had a big grin on his face, and I was sure he had his hand on Barbara's thigh most of the time. Relying on the position of his arm he must be inching his way more and more towards Barbara's crotch. At one time Paul winked to me, meanwhile pointing his head in the direction of Barbara's legs. He wouldn't mean me to do the same to her other leg now, would he? Meanwhile my Peggy sat close to me, more next to me than opposite Barbara. She had her head against my shoulder, and whispered in my ear: "Don't hesitate to let your fingers do some exploring... Babs won't object. And watching Paul, I think he's even inviting you..." My heart skipped a beat, and my throat was dry instantly. With a childish hesitation I cautiously lay my right hand on Barbara's knee. She slowly opened her legs a bit, without any other sign that she noticed my hand. But moving her left leg, although very little, was a sure and inviting signal that Peggy was right. Very slowly I dared to slide my hand a few inches up her leg. My heart began to race in my chest as I moved my fingers up her thigh and closer to that forbidden triangle. Meanwhile Peggy had laid her hand in my crotch, softly touching my growing member through my trousers. This didn't help me to stay calm, as my cock got harder and harder. "Fuck those questions," Barbara hissed. "But surely we want to pass the first part of the evening, don't we?" Paul replied. "We better try to get as many questions right as possible." "Ah, questions, questions. Don't I have a wild card for the whole night?" "Yeah, well, but to take that path, you probably have to pay a forfeit Bar..." "Fuck your forfeit. I don't care. I'm way too hot already to bother those silly questions! Please Paul, stop teasing me." "You heard her, William, she wants our close attention..." I didn't need any more encouragement. Peg took away my last doubts by stimulating my rod with her stroking hand. My right hand started its definite path towards that hidden treasure. Very slowly I caressed Barbara´s thigh, gradually homing in on her slit. As I got closer she opened her legs even wider, inviting my fingers towards her love box. But when I was sure I had finally reached my goal, I felt something completely different from hot cunt. It were not her knickers, but surely there was something between my probing fingers and that honey pot. Something smooth shielded her treasure. I felt a shiver ripple through Barbara´s loins. Quiznight Extravaganza "It's some kind of a Smooth Groove," Barbara said softly. "You know Peg, those shields to protect you from showing a camel toe. They put that on me as they changed my clothing. This one keeps itself in place by a dildo like knob on the inside. The bad news is I'm not allowed to take it off. And it's vibrating like hell, it drives me mad..." "Now that explains the wanton behavior of my girl," Paul said. "I hoped you wouldn't dismiss our attention, but man, the way you behave..." "Show us Bar," Peg said. Barbara put her long skirt aside at the split, showing us the triangle between her legs. There it was, a creamy white pad nestled over her quim, effectively hiding her cunny. Her thighs were fully visible, as was her tight ass as she stood up and turned around. Completely bare, except for that hot spot between the legs. What a cunning way to keep the pad in place through a knob on the backside. And it being a little vibrator at the same time. "All personnel wears one. Just look around. If you look closely you'll see they all have one," Peggy observed. And indeed, as the girls walked around waiting the tables and the skirts moved aside you could see the ivory pad between the legs. It was easily mistaken for a silk slip, but it missed the straps across the hips. "I wonder if someone in the back controls these devices to keep the personnel at a high state of arousal. They are most probably all heated up right now, just as I am," Barbara concluded. *** At that time a bell was ringing, ending the question round of the evening. The screens at the tables disappeared as they sank under the surface of the tables. "Well, well, Barbara, I believe you and your party screwed up big time, didn't you?" Justin said with a big grin on his face looking in our direction. "Well, maybe it's because we screwed you up, who will say. But I'm afraid you will have to pay a price now. That is, if you want to stay in the race..." "As the questions will be checked, Barbara will provide us with the first entertainment of the night," Justin went on to the entire hall. "We've kept her at close attention. We've fucked her up more and more during the last course, gradually increasing her state of arousal. I'm sure that right now she must be craving for a relieve. It's all in the course of preparing her for the things to come..." "Barbara, please come to me now, and bring one of your male companions. If you fulfill this task to our satisfaction, we'll give you some release. I won't let you have an orgasm just yet, but I will get you off the hook, so to say: we'll shut your devise off for the time being. All you have to do is to bring your mate to an orgasm, without climaxing yourself." Barbara stood up, and looked at us with a comical look. "Any volunteers?" she asked. Peg nudged me, and said to me in a muffled voice that this evening was our treat to Barbara. We surely couldn't let her down right now. She hadn't planned to leave just yet. I got up as well, adjusting my hard-on so my anticipation would not be too manifest. This proved to be completely futile, since it was obvious to everyone present where the proceedings were heading. My heartbeat began to race. I had never imagined my dark fantasy of fooling around with Barbara ever materializing. But now I found myself dragged on by Barbara towards the stage through a room filled with aroused people, looking forward to the spectacle I would be the center of no doubt. "Hi ...," Justin addressed me as he offered me his hand as I got on the podium. "I'm William," I said as I pressed Justins hand. "Good William, now will you take of your clothes and sit down in this recliner over here," Justin said, pointing to the contraption which was sitting at the edge of the stage. It was made of chrome steel bars, covered with leather cushions on appropriate places. I shed my clothes and laid down on the thing. It offered an unexpected comfortable support. Justin pushed some buttons on a control panel and the chair shifted and tilted as it fetched me from a more or less sitting position into a slanting one. My knees were left pointing upwards and my feet down to the ground. My torso ended slanting down with my head near the ground. "Barbara, please sit down now astride William's breast, facing his legs. Make sure to keep your crotch shield in place. Otherwise I don't care what you do with your clothing, you may keep it on if you prefer to do so." Barbara tugged on her long white skirt so the split got at the front. Than she stepped over my head, offering me a glorious view between her legs. I was sure I could see wet rivulets trickling down from behind the shield. She was already leaking nectar from her juice-box. I smell a strong musky scent as Barbara straddled my torso, planting her groin on my chest. I felt the tassels that drooped from the hoods on her areolas tickle my prick, as she wiggled her body into a more comfortable position. She slide her butt down a bit until it touched my chin. As she pulled her arse up a bit I could see that the cunt shield stopped just before reaching the puckered hole between the buttocks. What a thrill to observe those delectable treasures of our friend up close, although a bit cloaked because of the dress draped over my head. My cock twitched as it grew longer a bit. Unlike my head my fuck device was on full display. Realizing my position in front of everyone, I was glad having my head where it was, out of sight and submerged in the thick fumes of Barbara's female delights. "Now use that big melon sized breasts of yours on his fat cock. Wrap him with your warm tit flesh," Justin commanded. Accompanied by encouragements from the crowd Barbara eagerly did as she was told. As she held my cock trapped in her cleavage, she heaved a bit up and down, rocking my prick between her melons. With every down movement of her breasts the tip of my cock peaked out from between her tits. At the same time my nose was pushed between her butt cheeks. I reached out with my tongue, and managed to touch her brown eye a few times in the process. At the second time I licked her hole, she enclosed my glans with her lips. Now she sucked on my crown every time it reappeared from between her tits, alternating blowing my crown and massaging my rod. Barbara pumped me up, pushing me step by step towards a massive orgasm. As I reached that divine moment just before the surging of the spunk torrents through my loins, I grasped Barbara's hips and pulled her buttocks firmly on my face. I drove my nose deep into her nether cleavage, probing her hole with my tongue. My scream was muffled by her arse as my hot seed was released from my balls. With a strong spurt my spunk flew through the air, landing on my upper legs and on Barbara's torso. Her globes were coated with my warm juice. It was greeted by a warm applause from the restaurant. As my orgasm subsided, I felt with my nose that the vibrations from Barbara's crotch shield diminished and than stopped altogether. Light returned to my eyes as Barbara stepped up and away over my face. Clearly girl-gooey was dribbling down on the inside of her legs. *** During the rest of the diner the fun chair was used in all kinds of ways. Points were awarded to couples performing challenges. We were entertained by different sex acts on the stage. First a small guy from the table next to us brought a red haired hottie named Janet from his party to a screaming climax by licking her silly. Then this guy was rewarded by another girl from his party. She blew him big time, giving him a blow job deep throat style until he was milked dry. He was left panting in the chair. A well-equipped man drilled a lady in a business two-piece till she had tears on her face. She was propped up on the chair, her legs open as far her pencil skirt would allow, nearly ripping the skirt in two. The man retracted his big weapon from her sopping cunt and hosed a huge load of sperm on her chest. The silk blouse she wore was completely soaked, plainly showing her stiff nippled perky tits as she wobbled back to her table. The last lewd act had a man in his forties named Trevor lying on the contraption. His mate Alice was a young thing, probably only just eighteen. After being fully stripped by four volunteers they happily swayed her in the air, each holding a firm grip on one of her limbs. She was held in a reversed cowgirl position, with her ass hovering over the man's tummy. Her legs were held apart as her cunny was being pushed over his prick. The poor thing was then moved back and forth, her ass cheeks rubbing the man's abdomen, his manhood pumping in and out of her juicy pussy. The girl was ceaselessly being pumped up and down on the cock of the man underneath her. After some fifteen minutes of dragging the doll to and fro in which she reached some three orgasms herself, her fuck buddy started to buck into her snatch. After some vigorous pumping Alice was eventually filled to the brim with boiling cream. As she was being pulled off the prick a gooey mess started dripping from her slit. The combined mixture of his and her spending was captured in a bowl held between the girls legs by Justin. *** The last course was a feast all by itself. The wind-up of the diner, where all participants were still present, turned out to be not only a delicious conclusion, but a farewell bang for the departing folks as well. Justin explained: "The last course will be our infamous strawberry delight, with a crowd sourcing topping. Or strawberries and fuck cream sauce, as it most accurately should be called in a cookery book. Distributing the berries and leave the decorating to you would not be fun. And it would not fulfill our purpose. What we will do instead is collect all your donations for the dressing here at the stage. The first contribution I have here in this bowl, freshly collected from Alice a few minutes ago. First I'll tell you about the bonding aspect of this dish. "Now would you believe me if I said the average amount of spermatozoa is somewhere between 100 and 200 million per ejaculation. It is safe to assume that the minimum a healthy male with average age of those present would still be at least 10% of that. Take into account the fact that some of you have already come today, this means that each of you men will present me with well over one million sperm cells. That is thousands for each of you present. To be sure everyone will get his and her fair share of everyone else's juice, we will prepare the topping making sure all will be given a true mixture of all juice. This way we will all share each and everyone's life juice in this ultimate bonding dish. "The last points can be won here, so we have a few rules. The men stay seated, the women will transport your juices to me. You women will all have to hand in your men's semen as well as your own juices. We need your nectar for the flavor as well as to obtain the right sluggishness of the topping. And we all wish to taste every last one's ooze, so you're come cannot be missed. Now you may figure out your own way to deliver the goods here on the rostrum. But before we begin, let's first use five minutes as a warming up. Make those rods stiff, so they can deliver their spunk, and meanwhile use your imagination as to how you do your transporting." My still semi limp dick lay on my lap, my trousers still left somewhere on the stage. Peggy got down on the floor between my legs and started bringing my cock back to life. She handled my member with one hand and grabbed my balls in a tight grip with the other. Like she knows best she stroked my cock back to strength and wrapped her lips around the tip. Rotating her hand left and right and left again just under the crown, she vacuum sucked the mushroom. Although I had already shot my sap once this dinner, my dick was stiff again in no time. It took some time to build up to that surging feeling again. But it surely came back. Coaxed by my muse my love stick reared again, the balls tightened anew sending that scorching sensation through my loins. Getting on steam my nuts slowly started to boil afresh, pressurizing its remaining seed, slowly but surely pushing my next load through the spermatic artery. As I reached again that erupting point of no return, the euphoric feeling of sending my sperm into the world again, blasting its way out of my urethra made my breath stop for a few seconds. The discharge didn't fail to provide that ultimate exalting and riveting feeling. My darling didn't drop a droplet of my seminal fluid. As she stood up with almost bulging cheeks wearing a beaming smile of victory on her face, she grabbed a shot glass from the table and pushed it against her bare quim. Apparently she had pushed her panty aside and had been fingering her slit as she coaxed me to my climax. Now she collected her ooze in the glass as she hurried towards the rostrum, holding on to my spunk in her mouth. As I came somewhat to my senses again, I saw that Barbara had mounted Paul's cock and was riding him towards an orgasm. His stiff rod pounded in and out of Barbara's sopping fuck hole. After Paul finally lost it and had filled the honey pot of his spouse with his cum, Barbara dismounted his prick and pushed her hand against her pussy. This way she held his spunk inside her vagina. This method of collecting Paul's contribution to the dessert, meant she mixed it at the same time with her own nectar. I saw how she rushed onto the podium, and she squatted over the bowl that was already beginning to fill with all the produced sperm. As she lowered herself deeper she squeezed the content out of her cunt. Big globs of jism splashed from her split into the bowl. Barbara was not the only girl carrying her man's semen in her cunny, nor was Peggy the only woman running to the bowl with her mouth filled. One after the other the girls delivered their harvest into the big bowl on the podium. Justin kept a close watch, and stopped some of the women who tried to get back to their table. "You have to deliver your own essence as well, dear," he reminding them. He handed out shot classes in which he told the girls to capture their oozing. There were small flask scrapers at hand to get out every last bit of juice from the glass into the bowl. The bowl started to fill up gradually, but didn't reach the brim. It was a large bowl after all. And with say fifty people present, how much jism can you produce all together. Far enough for our purpose off course. After all ejaculate was collected in the bowl, the gooey contents was transferred into a big blender jar. After placing it into a machine, Justin pushed a button as he explained that this special spunk mixer disassembles the sperm into separate flocks, without losing its special texture. All the spending is thoroughly mixed, altogether with the ladies cream, retaining the richness of that special flavor. After half a minute Justin stopped the machine and withdrew a small amount and put that on his tongue. "Ah, it's definitely a little bit too tangy. Not enough female essence I recon. It does have that right creamy feeling, but it's still a not sweet enough. And I forgot to add my own..." He then got his massive cock out of his pants and started to jerk himself off. "Girls," he said to the waitresses on the podium, "you all get a shot glass and hand me some of your heavenly juices please." The girls on the stage removed their groove shields, wriggled their crotches and started fingering their pussies in order to produce the required girly juice. A tangy smell of sex hung throughout the hall. After Justin had ejaculated a nice big blob of his sperm directly into the jar in a matter of seconds -- boy, must he have been winded up already -- the girls started pouring out their jizz and collected it skillful in a shot glass. The hips gyrated wildly as they delivered their masturbatory show. One after the other the girls handed their glass to Justin. After dipping a finger into the gunk and tasting the sample, he dropped the content into the jar. Every time he tasted a girls essence, his broad smile became bigger and bigger. "Now that's much better," he said, "with this amount of angel cream we do get a nice heavenly topping." As he put the jar back into the machine, he said it needed just half a minute more to make sure all and everybody's life-juice was evenly spread throughout the mixture. Meanwhile the waitresses all collected a tray with bowls filled with fresh strawberries from behind a curtain. When Justin took out the jar, he poured a nice frothy blob of fuck juice topping on every serving. The bowls were rapidly delivered to the whole room, and as everybody had a dessert in hand, Justin proposed a toast as it were, saying that we all should savor this special bonding dish. "Now dig in right away as the sauce is still warm and fresh," he said. "But make sure you let that gooey mass of spunk swirl through your mouth so you will have every one of us swimming through your palate. You will all appreciate how the sweetness of the strawberries combine with the tangy and heavenly taste of our collective spending." We had to agree it was a special and tasty dish indeed. ****** As it was to be expected, the stage performers and their parties were asked to stay for the rest of the night. With the points awarded for the fulfilled challenges, added to the results of the quiz, these parties were the clear winners. This was our table, or Russian challenge, our neighbors, the French challenge, the business party or the straight fuck challenge and the last lewd act which ended in the beginning of the last dish, the forced challenge. One table of two was added though, because its occupants had practically all questions correct. Even without a challenge they were clearly through to the after party. The lady had been given bonus point for the way she had ruined her panties by wrenching her man's massive desert contribution out of it above the tidbit bowl. After all the other guests had left, we were let through a door and a corridor to another part of the building. We were 16 party people in total, 8 men and 8 women. Our table, our neighboring table with Janet the red haired hottie, and the party with the soaked blouse covered pert tits consisted of two couples each. The very young Alice who had been force-pumped fire brigade style and her stud Trevor, and the non-performers who had done the knickers delivery were two separate couples. We arrived in a brightly lit room with eight massage tables lined along the walls, four on each side. The men were asked to take a shower. In the adjacent bathroom we stripped of all our clothes and made good use of the ample supply of body gels and body scrubs under the shower. The large bathroom was soon filled with steam and a vapor of sweet and thick fragrant spices. My apparatus was already in a slightly more agitated state, for I had no doubt as to what activities the night would lead. I noticed Paul having already a nice boner at hand. He beamed with a big grin on his face as he noticed that I saw his state of arousal. I winked at him. There were shaving sets at hand, so I decided this to be a good time for removing all my pubic hair. Paul followed my initiative, and some others had the same inspiration. Amused laughter began to float from the other room. Apparently the girls were engaged in lively and exuberant conversation, probably anticipating the things to come just the same. "This is becoming an even better night than I had dreamed possible," Paul said. "Barbara and I had agreed beforehand that we would go with everything that would come to pass." "I agree with you. I do revel in the presence of all those nearly naked beauties. This place surely must be close to the male version of nirvana." "You're sure Peg is happy with the proceedings? Especially your encounter with Barbara just now? I know Barbara loved to drive you nuts!" Quiznight Extravaganza "Ah, don't worry. She had encouraged me into it. I won't be surprised if she would love to get her hands on you as well." As I looked around, I saw all men were more or less concluding their preparation for unknown action. All sported at least a semi-hard dick. Most of us rubbed their tools absentminded or fondled their balls. Justin came in from the other room wearing a spandex bikers short, and told us to stand in line. "Now this might go without saying, but I like to stress that everything that will happen tonight, everything you'll see, hear, do or witness, and the persons you might encounter, must be kept among ourselves. You may discuss or exchange experiences with each other, but you have to pledge never to give information to others than are present tonight," Justin lectured us. "You may go back to the massage room now. But you must leave everything here. So no bathrobes or towels please." As we entered the first room again, we were greeted by the fabulous sight of sixteen delectable angels, all naked from the waist up. Eight of the servicing personnel had joined our girls. These had to be the employees working the inner circle as well. Their long white skirts, the groove shields and other attire were replaced by spandex biker shorts. The girls on duty were fitted with a belt with a bottle pouch to the side. They all took a blob from the dispenser in their belt, rubbed the substance between their hands and applied this on their bare tits. Massaging the oily substance made the pert boobies all shiny and even more inviting. Then they turned to their neighboring lady, and started fondling and massaging the breasts of our girls. Quiet some moaning filled the room. After some five minutes of this breast fondling show the men were given a blindfold, and we were told this would be the only thing we would wear for the next hour. After securing my blindfold, I felt how someone took my arm and escorted me to a massage table. I was made to sit down and then lay upon the table with my face down. My butt was lifted in the air by a long cushion under my belly. Two sets of hands started massaging my feet and legs. According to the squishing sound of the oil pump on one side, and little giggles on the other, I understood the masseuse being on my right, and God knows who of the guests on my left. The masseuse was definitely the more experienced, with skilled hands that betrayed her profession. But along the way the masseuse taught the eager apprentice, and showed her how to move her fingers and apply pressure to my muscles. And after switching places a few times it became more difficult to tell who was which. I relaxed my body as best I could, trying to block out the vision of where I was. I let the feeling of delicate fingers wandering over my skin take over. But after my legs and arms had been given a thorough massage, the mauling hands began a more vigorous attack on my back muscles. And as they took hold of my buttocks, my dreamy soothing state was over. My semi hard-on started to stir and grow into a more rigid state. The cushion underneath my abdomen was removed, and I was indicated to take on another position. With my ass high in the air, my knees on the table about two feet out of each other my dangling fellow and scrotum had more space. With my head resting on my forearms, the girls took the opportunity my doggie style position offered them to play with my toys. A generous squirt of massage oil was squirted on my balls and rod. One hand started to cup my sack and kneaded my nuts. Another hand stretched my member downwards, and made long strokes from its root to the tip. The slick fingers kept stretching my meat. My glans received permanent exposure as my foreskin was retracted by the rigid state of my cock. The fingers pulled on my knob, as if trying to pull it off from its stem. Meanwhile my ass got a good work out from the other hands. Gradually they shifted their attention from my buttocks to my crack. More and more the spells my ass crack was manipulated became longer, and eventually I felt how a finger worked itself into my butt hole. If not for the pressure that was applied now to the root of my boner, I probably would have lost my eggs by now. I was made to turn on my back. The fluttering fingers managed to stretch the assault on my genitals for a considerable time, leaving my boner in a very agitated state. But all the time I wasn't allowed an orgasm. Carefully the masseuse guarded my arousal and made her apprentice to back down at the right moments. In the end the pressure went down, and a cooling gel-like substance was rubbed into my groin, coating my member and balls, but leaving my cock in a very proud condition. As I was made to get off the table, I felt a little bit wobbly at first, but as my two attendants supported me my strength came back to my legs. The blindfold was removed, and I saw my supporters were Barbara and one of the waitresses. This stunning specimen was a very long legged, short trimmed platinum blonde babe named Glynis. She had pert upturned cub-B tits crowned with dark brown areoles with sharp pointy nipples. She gave me a warm smile, and my cock made another twitch as it acknowledged that its owner fancied the hot chick she is. The memory of my massage became even sweeter with the image of Glynis in my brain. Barbara added in a hushed voice with a big smile all over her face: "I loved the prolonged extra time they gave me with your cock. Yours is absolutely my favorite, directly after Paul's that is." Next to me was Paul, escorted by Peggy and Jennifer. The two girls looked happy as well, Peg still holding on to Paul's engorged member. Paul beamed with a big smile. In total eight men were standing to attention, all accompanied by two angels, and all with a thick and strong prick standing out. *** The party left the massage room en went upstairs. We arrived in a nice spacious bar area, with thick dark red carpets, and with lush upholstered furniture. The room breathed the atmosphere of a high class luxurious brothel. "I think you all can use a refreshment, so let's first get a drink at the bar," Justin invited us. After everyone got a drink, Justin went on explaining the procedures for the rest of the night. "First the dress code. Clothing from now on is strictly optional. But if an article comes off it has to stay off. This means all men will be stark naked for the rest of the night, and for the girls, well, you will be top less no doubt. But it's up to you if you want to stay dressed the way you are, clad only in your tight shiny spandex. Or you may choose to lose your biker short at an appropriate moment. "Now for the next activity. We thought you might enjoy the massage work shop. From what I heard just jet, and according to all your smiles we weren't wrong. Now, for the girls that want to experience a thorough and prolonged massage themselves, and if there are men willing to try their own hands at the giving end of the massage, you may go back to the massage room..." The girls got excited, and most of them began to blush. Peg had almost instant red cheeks as well. Clearly she fancied receiving a naughty bout of groping between her legs. I lowered my hand and probed her crotch, feeling the heat that radiated straight from her fanny right through her pants. And I couldn't miss how wet she was, as the damp patch at her snatch grew larger. "I do believe most of you are in to a repeat of the massage work shop, but now the other way round. My advice is that you ladies first take a shower and the gents will follow you a little bit later. We have enough experienced masseuses at hand, so the men will be assisted and given a thorough instruction on the go." Two of the assistants led the way as all the girls left downstairs again to get to the showers. They were a lively group of chattering and laughing girls full of expectations. "Well guys, you can relax for now, finish your drink, and have another one. The girls will be busy in getting themselves ready. Our personnel will get them all prepped and ready for you in about half an hour or so. You'll find them all blindfolded and strapped down on the massage tables, ready for their ordeal. As you have experienced yourselves, the blindfold helps in making the experience more intense. All tied up this is even more so... And as a bonus they will all be clean shaven, with absolute bald pussies ready for action. No massage compares to a really deep massage of a clean ripe mussel. "The girls will expect you to stop manipulating their genitals just before they climax. That's what they were instructed to do with you. But this time we will do things differently. First you will go slowly, gradually building up the pressure. Use your time to pick up good massage skills from your instructor. They will show you how. But once we step up the pace, you will not stop. Bring your lady to the brink of pleasure, and as she expects you to back off at the very last moment, simply go on and give her a powerful orgasm she won't forget. She'll go berserk, tied down as she will be, as you will lead her from one climax to the next, inducing hopefully a rippling series of multiple orgasms. The assistants will be of great help here, for you can team-tag as it were, and together manipulate your victim in an ongoing continuous stimulation, thus carrying her on and on. And with no possibility to remove the blindfold, this will be a roller-coaster-like orgasmic ride that will really blow her mind." Rumor spread around us. Buck naked as we were, our dicks had become erect again. Eight boners were gathered around the bar. I noticed that most of us touched our genitals in joyous expectation of the scene just described to us. Everyone had a bright smile on their face. But the scene-to-be became even wilder... "We will play a raffle now. The tables in the massage room are numbered one to eight. You all pick a number from this bowl," - Justin held up a bowl with casino chips - "and thus decide which girl you will practice your massage skills on. After all girls have been thrown around in orgasmic bliss, we will take the game to the next level right away. At a signal you will all get on the table yourself. And without unfastening her restraints or removing the blindfold of your lady, you will penetrate your partner and give her an internal massage." So the tombola not only decides who we will practice on, but also who our first fuck mate of the night will be... "The girls will expect a nice and romantic titillating massage, but will be in for a fierce fuck. They think having a cozy togetherness with someone they know intimately, meanwhile imagining a probably forbidden romp with an imaginary hero, like their white screen idol or maybe a secret object of desire, but will in fact end up being fucked silly by a stranger... "We all know variety is the spice of life. Tonight you lucky bastards will implement an intimate fusion, and indulge in a complete and utterly carnal coalescence." *** As we entered the massage room everything was exactly as we expected. The girls were all completely nude and lying ready, their wrists and ankles securely strapped to the table with Velcro strips. Some were on their back, others face down. My heart made a somersault as I noticed which girl was tied down to table number three. Fate had paired me to the young Alice. She lay ready for me with her legs slightly apart, her bum sticking up high in the air. As I got to the foot of the table, I could see her bald pussy between her legs. Her snatch was already glistening with desire. Glynis stepped next to me, tapped my rock hard member which was also ready with anticipation, whispering that it had to wait. "Please, no more talking now," Justin said. "You may only communicate in silence, with your eyes and hands if you please. Let's make this massage a more profound experience for the ladies." Boy, was I in luck, being engaged with the young and hot Alice, and supported at this by the stunning Glynis. With the first stroke over the buttocks of my victim, I noticed a clear shiver. After the shower there was clearly no trace left of her essence that had sloshed from her box earlier this evening, along with Trevor's deposit. I still had a clear picture of this, as I had to admit to myself this girl's show had left a strong longing for her sex. And now I found myself with my fingers near this exact treasure. As my hands glided over her muscled thighs I couldn't resist a taste of her, so I dipped a finger in her slit. It was met by wet anticipation, as nectar already dribbled from her sanctuary. Glynis reproved me by taking my hands and guide them to Alice's feet. She showed me how to work her slender legs with long strokes, and apply pressure with the palm of my hand and the sides of my thumb. After a while we went on with her arms, and then progressed to her back. We gave her neck a thorough work out. She did have quiet some knots there. She relaxed more and more, and a smile appeared on her lips. She had pleasant thoughts no doubt. Later I found out she was convinced at the time I was Trevor. She started to doubt her mind only as I got on the table, and went nuts as I penetrated her. By then she knew I couldn't be Trevor, for my dick is a bit thicker as his. But that was still in the future. As Alice was moaning in pleasure floating away on happy thoughts, I noticed Peggy was having a good time as well. Next to me she groaned hoarsely. When Trevor started to dip his fingers deep within her folds, she squirmed wildly on her table. Knowing her and the fact that Trevor wasn't going to stop at the brink of pleasure, as the girls had done with us during the first round, I was sure she had to climax very soon. As her first relief broke through, her mouth gaped open wide as if she didn't believe this really happened. Following Trevor's example I shifted my attention to Alice's love box and put my hand wary on her mound. Glynis followed suit and guided my fingers along and into the grooves. Adding another splash of massage oil the groin became a well lubricated fountain of joy. First dipping in one finger, but then two and even more, I worked the girls vagina. Awkward as this was with her butt in the air and her pussy facing down, my hand still managed to reach that treasure trove. My manipulations contrived an orgasmic explosion from deep within her core. As the first orgasm faded away, Glynis took over and began a slow rhythmic motion with one hand cupping her pleasure center, and the other processing her butt crack. Alice's breathing immediately started to become shallow again, her hands twisting within the constraints. The relief she experienced just a moment ago was superseded now by the insisting stimulation of her sexual senses. Glynis took Alice slowly again towards that orgasmic bliss. Once she had tipped her over the edge for a second time she took my hand and placed it between Alice's legs. I kept the pressure going, with two fingers inserted in her twat, and my thumb nestled between her cheeks, applying a continuous pressure on the butt hole. With my other hand I caressed her flat belly from the side first, and then proceeded downwards to her love triangle, ending with manipulating her love button. The body of the young girl continued to vibrate. She didn't come down from her high at all. I nearly stopped breathing myself as my actions made Alice gasping for air. Her arms and legs cramped in her cuffs, her mouth wide open, she kept pushing her bum up against my thumb. The pressure became so high Alice finally gave in and another orgasm flooded her body. I retracted my hands and Glynis took over again. Her hands found the right spots right away, keeping the poor thing right at the edge of ecstasy. Two orgasms fired through her loins now, one straight behind the other. Glynis kept one hand going with two fingers right up her pussy and the thumb trying to invade her bung hole, as Alice kept pushing her tight little tushy up in the air. Her other hand steered my right hand to that wet grotto. As Glynis got her fingers out of Alice´s cunt I shoved two of my fingers inside, and vice versa. In opposite motions we kept fucking the well lubricated hole with our fingers. Meanwhile I kept her clit busy with my other hand, rubbing the little bud ceaselessly between my thumb and forefinger. In the end Alice got lost in a series of orgasms, which rolled one over the other, as we kept our fingers going in and out of her love canal. All we heard from Alice now was her jerky breathing, interspersed with some incoherent shrieks. Alice's was not the only noise in the room. For something like an hour there was no conversation, but there was no silence either. The tied down ladies started breathing heavy, but soon fell into moaning and shrieking. In the end there was a cacophony of orgasmic sounds. At the time Alice floated away on a tidal wave of orgasmic bliss, Peggy had been fingered silly by Trevor and Jennifer. My friend Paul had been assigned to Janet, the cute and very hot red head. I didn't notice Barbara's ordeal at all, for she was on the table farthest away from where I was. And the nubile Alice had kept me busy. When all girls had more or less calmed down a bit, our aids got to their knees preparing our tools for their upcoming task, serving as fluff girls. Although we could appreciate this, it was not necessary at all for we were already as ready as we could be and very turned on. As they got back on their feet again this was the sign for us to climb on the table and prepare for our final assault. Glynis assisted me by guiding my cock to the moist entrance of Alice's pussy. She held my rod at its very root and pushed against my butt as I sank my spear into heaven. Alice screeched, but her scream got lost in the noise of the other girls, as they were all penetrated at the same moment. As I pounded away in Alice's heated up furnace, Glynis grabbed my balls and held them in a firm grip. This was futile, because I was already completely wound up from all the action thus far. My belly banged nicely against the firm round bum of my victim. My dong slithered happily up and down her sheath. I didn't last long, nor did anyone else of the other stallions. The whole circus came to a halt very quickly. All the girls got a healthy dose of spunk deep inside their well engaged pussies. Now was this adultery? We men committed this deed willingly and very conscious of the exact situation. Technically our girls did the same, but they were not unfaithful to us. Once tied down and blindfolded they had no choice anymore. Moreover, they were made believe it was their own partner who was giving them all that pleasure. The moment of consent was when Barbara chose to play her wildcard, or maybe when we all decided to come to this event in the first place. The ladies were freed from their ordeal, and when we all got off the tables the blindfolds were removed. They looked around bewildered as they understood their intuition hadn't failed them. Off course they had figured out something was amiss. It was strange in the first place being tied down. And the second round didn't stop where the first did, with our manipulations going on and tripping them over the edge, where the girls had only given us an erotic massage without happy ending. But no one looked unhappy, since all experienced a trip through a fantasy world and had a good time. *** When we all were back in the luxurious bar upstairs, experiences were exchanged. Barbara and Paul were in conversation with Jennifer and some other hot chick. Trevor and Alice almost naturally teamed with our party, as Peggy and I had successfully swapped with them. "Alice is the age of my daughter...," Trevor admitted, "and in fact she is..." "Wow," I uttered, "I didn't see that one coming. Maybe I should ask you then if it is alright I fucked your daughter..." Quiznight Extravaganza "I'm eighteen, and I am here at my own will," Alice said. "Trev has nothing to say over me or who I fuck!" "Don't let William get to you, dear," Peggy told her as she hugged the girl. "He's only teasing you." "Her mother passed away some five years ago," Trevor went on. "Since then we've grown gradually more close and intimate. We've become real close buddies and very fond of each other. Only since her eighteenth birthday six month ago we floated into an incestuous relationship. But I believe Alice must broaden her horizon, and should not focus sexually on me only. No matter how much I love making love to her. This is one of the reasons I thought it to be a good idea to come to this place. Here she can have sexual relief with other men as well." "I'm only happy you did come here," Peggy said, "and that we did for that matter. I could never have dreamed of doing the things we did this evening, but I'm happy it happened. I loved the way you swept me into that fantasy roller coaster ride, Trevor. It was absolutely crazy, but I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world." "I couldn't agree more with you, Peg," I said. "What a wonderful time you've given me Alice. I still can't get over what an extraordinary hot lay you are. I don't want to sound vulgar, but I just had one of the very best fucks of my life!" "Well, William and Peggy, if you are all into it, maybe we can meet again someday, if that would be ok with you...," Trevor said. "Now you're kidding us, Trev," Peggy said. "It goes without saying that we would love to. No, I insist we meet again. I couldn't stand it if we wouldn't. But let's ask Alice. We can't agree if she doesn't feel like it." "Now Peg, why do you think I could be a spoilsport. I absolutely love sex, and tonight was the best night of my live until now. First being force-pumped on Trev by those four strangers, my, was that hot! You should try that sometime, Peg! Then practicing my massage skills on Trevor. And you know for yourself what a thrill it was to be handled the way we were, completely held in the dark of reality. William, I'm lost with words. You've hit deep sexual levels within me I didn't know yet. Off course I want to meet you again. And very often so!" "Well well," Trevor mused. "Please dad, say we can!" "Alice, you must not call me daddy when we are in public, least we are involved is sexual activities. Not everyone will feel the way we do about father-daughter relationships." "Trev, if this reassures you, I really don't mind," I said. "Your 'secret' so to say will be safe with us. Hell, actually I'm just plain jealous. I'm very happy that I was able to please this fair maiden, and I´m so thrilled I was allowed to just plain fuck her." This is how we made acquaintance, and it was the start of being very good and sexual intimate friends. *** Half an hour later Justin announced the activities for the rest of the night. It was already way past midnight, but we could party on as long as we wanted. "Basically you can live out your heart with whomever you fancy for as long as you like, in whichever way you want to. Just don't leave this bar area. The dress code is that there is a no dress code." "There's one exception, and that's our birthday girl. Barbara, for you we have a slightly different path. Will you please step forward, and put on this blindfold..."