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The Party

By: fullncreamy



The front door flung open and there stood Thomas. 

Smiling warmly and striking a dramatic pose with arms wide and robe open, he let the entire neighborhood see his firm, tan body. Swirls of soft black hair covered his chest and flowed down to the jockstrap that held his fullness. .

"Quite the doorman," I said with heartfelt admiration, "but good thing I wasn't the mailman." 

Slipping a finger inside the waist of my shorts, Thomas pulled me through the door and backing up against the foyer wall, dragged me with him. 

"No bother," he replied, "he's already sucking cock in the backyard and you'rrrrre late."

With Thomas's alcohol soaked tongue in my mouth, a reply wasn't possible. 

It was just short of noon and Thomas was already a bit drunk. Behaving like the adorable slut I found so sexy. Pressing back and rubbing his sides gently, we shared a slow and unhurried kiss.

"Sorry baby," I whispered when finished.

"Oh you will be," he said, smiling mischievously "but come on bitch, let me show you off."

One hand swung the door closed, the other grabbed mine and we were off!

The living room was just off the foyer and populated with a handful of men and women each of whom were in various stages of nudity or wearing provocative outfits that invited further undressing. 

"Everybody," Thomas called out to everyone and no one in particular, "this is Kevin ... Kevin say hello to everyone."

I just had time to get half a nod off to some of them before being dragged from their presence!

"I thought you were going to show me off," I said jokingly as we made fast time down a hallway, Thomas's light robe flipping back like Superman's cape. 

Suddenly he stopped short and I almost crashed into him. .

"Oh look," he whispered while backing me up to peer inside the door we'd just past.

I noticed right away the room was set up for "special events" such as today. It lacked a bed or any of the normal furnishings you'd expect in a bedroom of its kind. Wall to wall vinyl covered the floor on which cushioned mats of varying thickness were scattered about together with leather covered "restraining" benches and a variety of pleasure causing toys and accessories.

I quickly envisioned myself bent over one of those benches, but then went on looking about the room. 

In two areas the walls were adorned with "man sized" racks. I could call them that because a man stood in one of them. With arms and legs spread wide, his wrists and ankles were bound in place and a mask covered his entire head except for holes at the nose and ears. His mouths function wasn't currently required, so a zipper was closed tight over it. Fair skinned and unexceptional looking I had no doubt it was a man because of the pre cum trail that flowed down his stiff prick, dripped off his balls and formed a puddle between his feet.

The center of attraction in the room was an older man with distinguishing gray/white hair. Knelt down and bent over in the room's center, he was naked and blindfolded with both arms bound behind his back. Two young men moved about, tormenting him in pleasing ways and maintaining the rigid condition of what appeared to be a considerable cock. A heavy-set Black woman stood off to the side whispering 

instructions and seemed to be very much in control of matters.

Looked like everyone's cock was either swollen or stiff, so it was safe to presume a good time was being had by all. 

A latex ball sac was all that could be seen of the large dildo buried deep inside the man and his tormentors took turns whipping and spanking him, leaving his back and ass glowing a brilliant color red. When they lacked anything else to do, they'd grind and pump his hole with the dildo until he moaned in surrender. A ball gag was strapped around the mans head, so what he was saying was anybodies guess, but "I surrender" would seem appropriate! 

My cock was never one to turn down a kinky turn and it was rock hard and trying to convince me to replace the man on the floor, get "next in line."

After a few moments it began to dawn on me that I might know the man and a quick glance to Thomas confirmed it. The older man with the impressively hard cock and red hot ass was my Political Science professor: Professor Arnold.

Thomas was his Aide and apparently the job description was a broad one.

It was the distinctive hair that gave him away, but I think I'll remember him differently now. 

"Hello Thomas," the Madame cooed from across the room. "Have you brought me another plaything?" 

"Oh no you don't," Thomas said with a smile. "You've got your hands full already, this ones mine."

At which point he grabbed me and we continued our journey down the hallway. 

"Later......" is all I could get out before being pulled away.

Our destination was the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Thomas seated himself at the foot of the bed, positioned me between his knees and proceeded to undo my belt. 

"I've been waiting for this," he said while working. "My house, my party, I get the pick of the litter."

I stood obediently. I was a guest after all. 

Passing the time, I stared down his chest to the full jockstrap that hung between his legs. 

I lifted my T-shirt over my head and stepped out of the shorts when they arrived at my ankles leaving a black thong as my last line of defense. Thomas quickly breached it and I surrendered without a fight when his mouth surrounded me.............

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Although good looking, muscular and masculine in both appearance and temperament, there is something about me that always elicited a fair amount of interest from men as well as women. Seemingly more than my friends, they'd come on to me suggestively, thinking they could get lucky and as I matured, my cock began to betray my "hetro" ways and put a curve in the road. 

My prick would begin filling hard when it technically shouldn't and I'd find myself susceptible and weak to their advances. Swelling and aching, it would hold me motionless, confused and silent in those early compromising moments when intent and willingness get decided. 

Eventually I'd come to understand this weakness. 

Eventually I'd learn about my sexuality and the roots of these responses. Eventually I began succumbing to their advances readily, but it took time..

My High School English teacher was the first. 

I'd graduated a few months prior but not left for college when I revisited the school which was just down the road. I'd run into my English teacher (who doubled as the Drama Coach) and he'd invited me to his office to talk of college plans, where I'd enrolled and such.

Just as I was telling him my intention to go to the local university, he closed the door to his office.

A bit more "college banter" took place before I'd noticed the conversation was swerved in a more personal heading with questions about who I'd been dating..."How was it going? What were we going to do?."..and talking enviously about all the girls that would be waiting "spread-legged" for me off at college.

"A young stud like you," he complimented. That being the first time I'd heard the word "stud" from this English teacher's mouth. 

Although good looking and a leader in school sports, I'd never dated steadily. 

Casually involved with a few girls over the years for sure, but I didn't have a "girl friend." My mind was in flux on such matters. 

He went on. 

Dating matters expanded to married life for some reason and he started joking about wives and sex. Then with increased delicacy, the conversation became better focused...about his own wife.

Watching me closely and measuring his words carefully, he spoke with the casual comfort afforded lifelong friends sitting at a bar as opposed to a four year acquaintance whose most in depth discussion was a boring analysis of "Great Expectations." He spoke of how his wife had changed since first they met and been married. How her sexual appetites had expanded "along with the size of her ass" and how quite by circumstance they'd "wound up" in a threesome with another man after a neighborhood party! 

I questioned none of this for some reason. 

He spoke of how she'd enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. Then quietly and after some delay he confessed to enjoying it also. He'd found watching his wife being pleased by another man terribly exciting.

"What were you doing?" I asked, expelling the sentence like I had a golf ball in my throat. 

"Jerking off," was his open, ready and quick reply. 

I certainly hadn't started this conversation and coming off four years of Varsity football could have wondered what made him think I'd play his game, but I cant say I was totally surprised by this breach of our relationship. I cant say it hadn't briefly crossed my mind if his interest lay somewhere other than what major I planned on taking. 

He saw I was accepting the conversations flow. 

He saw I wasn't objecting, leaving or questioning. 

I was mostly silent. 

I was definitely, silently aroused. 

The fullness and tightness of my crotch had become increasingly pleasing. 

So he went on, talked me through it with increasing detail. 

About how his wife had knelt in their bed, supported herself with hands on the headboard and knees spread so this man could take her. About how he'd watched as this man got his wife shaking, moaning, begging for it...to the point where all he could do was jerk off and enjoy the show and about how he'd licked wife's cum off this man's swollen prick....and liked it. 

"I'd do it again if I got the chance," he offered. After my silent delay, he asked quietly: "Have you ever thought about sucking cock Kevin?" 

The dam was broken.

The floodgates opened.

The destination had been reached. 

Nothing could ever change that come on...just as I couldn't deny that my cock was aching hard. 

Time seemed to have stopped. 

My breathing was faster, my mind racing, yet I remained silent. It was a complicit silence that spoke volumes. Without words, I was begging him: "Lead me there....."

Which he did. 

I watched as he slowly exposed himself to me.

My eyes had previously been downcast, but were now glued on his crotch and he could be confident I was "hooked."

He'd recognized my interest and I'd caused his. 

He'd gently probed my needs and mentally

"checked" the boxes as he went along.

The list was now complete, all the boxes were full and I'd passed the test with flying colors. 

In a few moments, he was tantalizing me. Slow stroking his full, stiff prick.

"Ever think about this Kevin?" he said calmly. 

My eyes answered him. 

My excited body answered me.

I slid to my knees and ended the mystery.

I slipped my lips around him. He tempered my eagerness, slowed and guided me through a measured blow job. Roles were in place once again: he was my teacher. Although I cant remember ever enjoying his class quite as much.

He didn't last long. I'd learn later that he'd had his sights on me for some years and the thrill of the capture brought him off fast. Holding my head on both sides, he emptied into my mouth. I gagged but swallowed. I was repulsed but happy. Cum is an acquired taste and I had some "acquiring" to do.

True to his word, he did want to suck cock again and I gave him the chance. I still remember the sight of my hard, throbbing prick just before he took me....just before another man took me down and I moaned in relief. When I shot him up, the athlete in me took over and I pounded his face a bit faster than he liked. A rookie mistake. 

I never met his wife. He never intended I would and I was content with the arrangement. 

I was a plaything for his "other" life and sucked his prick and those of the friends he introduced me to during my entire Freshman year. He was my "off campus" class: Man Love 101 and it was the best class of the year. 

But it had been my throbbing cock that had been the culprit. It knew before I did the pleasure to be enjoyed and demanded I submit.

A few weeks later I'd submit again, only faster, to a complete stranger in the bathroom of the Mall. I'd had honest and obvious intentions going there and no idea that the bathroom stalls had been rigged. I didn't even notice the hole in the wall before I heard the guy next to me and saw his long, stiff prick. 

My cock reached for the ceiling!

My heart raced and filled it with stiffening and immobilizing blood. After just a few "what to do thoughts," I looked again and couldn't resist staring. Long, hard and curved with a well defined cut head that had "suck me" written all over it.

All I could do was lust after it. 

All I could do was murmur "yes" when he whispered : "Do you want it?"

I shot off with his cock in my mouth, not having touched my own cock once. My cum was the physical confirmation of a powerful mental submission...a surrender to cock. I couldn't go near that Mall without returning to that stall. The mere thought excited me and I'd wind up there. 

Although contrary to my outward nature and no one other than those I'd been playing with would ever have suspected, I'd found that submission to men and the enjoyment that followed to be irresistibly kinky. Although I didn't rule out seeing girls, I didn't chase them and my involvements with men increased.

I started seeking them out.

I'd visit Adult Theaters, "proudly" only paying for the gay or men's side where I'd wait in excited anticipation as men moved down the aisle, seat by seat, gauging my acceptance that they come near. When finally next to me, I'd validate their effort and grasp their hardons to get them off.

I came to realize that I wanted hard cock more than anything else and stopped seeing women. Once my prick hardened and my weakness was exposed, they could have their way with me. I'd blindly suck and swallow them or willingly roll onto my knees and accept them.

It was an inescapable cycle that became far too pleasurable to deny, so I'd stopped trying. 

My balls got shaved smooth and my pubes got trimmed to a small patch that highlighted my cock. Cleaned up a bit, I took to wearing thongs to show off my masculine muscles and defined lines yet also say "willing" to those in the know, or those that stared longer than they should..while their own cocks swelled.

There were many of them. 

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Raising my right foot up over Thomas's leg and onto the bed, I straddled his body. 

Pulling closer to him. I gently stroked his shoulders and his head while we made love.

He sucked my nipples and licked the hard, defined pecs of my chest before returning to his true love: cock. 

It was inevitable that I'd cum for him . I always gave it up to him. 

"Mmm that's right baby," I whispered in his ear. "I'm here for you now." 

Pumping my hips gently and in rhythm with his head movements, we embraced closely.

His hands brought goose bumps to my ass and made my cock twitch as he stroked my hard ass cheeks and the sac that dangled between my legs. 

All the while, his mouth was drawing the life out of me and we held close, waiting on the inevitable.......................

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Thomas was a purebred cock sucker, having come from good, cock loving stock.

When in his late teens, his parents had divorced and Thomas grew much closer to his Father.

Much as his Grandfather had done for his Dad, Thomas's Father would help him through this turbulent time. 

A good and caring man, the Father was simply unable to fulfill a woman completely and the love in his marriage had dwindled accordingly. He was obviously concerned what affect the divorce could have on Thomas who was 19 by now and had turned into a strapping young man. Good looking, athletic and well liked, he was accepted in any social circle he chose, yet he was troubled. 

The Father noted his unease and made every effort to help. They would have long discussions about how Thomas was adapting to life "post divorce." He was an involved parent and Thomas felt a closeness growing that was lacking with the Mother.

After some time and many discussions, Thomas finally opened up about the true nature of the "problem" and awkwardness he was feeling. He related how certain situations caused 

confusion and "inappropriate" arousal. The Father listened intently. 

Thomas wasn't certain why his parents had divorced, he was shielded from that, but he sensed the reason and believed his Father would understand. 

Recalling his own youth, the Father offered perspective and helped make sense of the "urges" his son was having. Patiently and with loving care they'd talk and using true "Men's Magazines" the Father produced do some exploring...research the alternatives. The Father detailed how natural, widespread and accepted these urges really were. 

Gradually Thomas's attitude evolved from apprehension to increasingly open signs of interest and acceptance. So when it finally happened, after many weeks, Thomas was ready.

During a weekend visit, the Father unexpectedly slipped a CD into the DVD player while Thomas was watching and took a seat in an adjacent chair. The movie, which was about a Father and his elder son taking a camping trip in the woods, started uneventfully and the two both viewed it quietly.

After a bit the storyline changed, and the movie Father "accidentally allowed" his son to see him while showering in an outside stall, having purposely removed the shower door. Slowly he cleaned and stroked his body, massaged himself fully until soapy trails were running down him and his cock began to lengthen noticeably. Taking hold of his prick, he "cleaned" it thoroughly. Purposefully slow stroking the soapy length until it pointed out prominently, curved up strongly. 

They'd chosen the right actor for the part. 

His massive cock was beautifully stiff and breathtakingly large. The movie son, thinking his presence unnoticed, watched with growing interest.

Thomas was transfixed. 

Standing sideways to the non-existent and open doorway the movie Father's hand reached down to his soapy balls and the full extent of his manhood could be appreciated as the soap was slowly rinsed away. His son moved in his concealed location, betrayed his presence. 

Thomas wasn't shocked by what he was watching but the wide screen TV image was particularly arresting and he watched intently. He was excited, swollen stiff and suffered no embarrassment or shame. 

His attentions diverted, Thomas hadn't noticed that his own Father had slipped his shorts to the floor and was jerking off just a few feet away! Looking from his Father to the TV...then back again, Thomas's eyes rested on the hard cock rising up from his Father's lap. 

Looking to Thomas while continuing to jerk off, the Father said: "It would be OK...if you wanted......" 

Thomas didn't need a second invitation, quickly unzipped and followed his Father's lead.

After a few moments of shared masturbation, the Father had moved next to Thomas and grasped his son with a soft hand. He slowly pumped the boys rigid prick and massaged his full balls with the parental care and attention only another man can give. Accurately gauging his sons condition, he was just able to get his lips onto his dick head before it exploded with cum.

Thomas saw stars under his tightly closed eyelids and gasped in ecstasy as his cock was drained by another man for the first time...by his Father! 

If he'd been looking at the movie, Thomas would have seen the movie son slip onto his back with legs held wide, while the Father devoured his balls. As Thomas was filling his Dad's mouth, the movie son grabbed his legs and held them back "crab-like" so his Father could easily slip his steady index finger into the exposed ass hole.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Thomas moaned loudly, his prick giving it up. 

He opened his eyes just in time to see ropes of cum shooting onto the movie son's stomach


The Party



With an experienced tongue lashing, Thomas's Father enjoyed cum shot after cum shot.

Swirling his tongue around the convulsing prick, he made it twitch and convulse with pleasure. 

Finally in possession of every ounce of cum Thomas could possibly give up, the Father stood him up and stripped his remaining clothes off until the two of them stood naked together for the first time. It wouldn't be the last. He held Thomas closely in a warm, loving embrace. Rubbing his shoulders and patting his head like adoring parents and lovers do, while his hard cock throbbed warmly between them. 

Pulling back, he let his son consider the hard on. Let him see the moist dick head and thick, stiff shaft that was now his to enjoy. 

He watched as Thomas reached out and stroked it , felt a freedom he'd only imagined about.

Thomas would press his lips against the stiffness, licking it again and again until his mouth slid to the head and he enjoyed his first taste of moist dick head. He was hooked and began sucking with a talent that was in-bred. 

The proud Father would take his son to bed that day and begin showing him the art of man love. 

Thomas soon moved into an apartment near his Father and was given full entree to his gay lifestyle. 

He felt welcomed in this world like nowhere else and began maturing quickly. There was no more "conflict," only pure man love and he felt at home again. 

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I was now the happy recipient of Thomas's tutelage.

With feet split wide, my ass cheeks were spread around Thomas's fist as I was "sitting" on his fingers deep inside me. 

Moaning like a girl, I was gently riding him and pumping my cock into his mouth. His control was complete.

Just then a woman walked through the open doorway, drink in hand. 

"Oh ... sorry," she said somewhat tipsy and giggled. "I was looking for a bathroom."

Taking obvious notice of Thomas's working me over, she apparently decided the bathroom could wait and slid quietly onto the head of the bed to watch us. 

Completely naked save the tiniest of thongs that covered her cunt, she was a pleasingly curvaceous vision stretched out at the top of the bed. Attractive in a seductive-looking manner, her expressive eyes weren't shy

about where they went and she took full measure of the oral surgery Thomas was conducting on me. 

Small breasted, she was all "bottom half" as from the waist on down she was a tongues fantasy land.A roller coaster of curves and shapes that would delight anyone's mouth and have it wanting to take the ride again and again. 

After surveying each other slowly and completely, our eyes locked together. 

It was just a few moments later that I released. 

With my back arched and my ass clamped down tight on Thomas's fingers, my prick gave up its first creamy load. Pushing my pelvis forward, I wanted him to have all my length and take my cum at his pace.

I moaned as he slurped my helpless prick.

Finally, my balls ran out of ammo and my cock was shooting blanks. Thomas collapsed onto the bed with a backwards swoon and stared back at me silently.

"Was that good for you baby?" I asked. 

He was a beauty. 

With knees spread wide and jockstrap bulging, it was easy to see why I wanted to keep him happy, why I fed him so regularly.

"It was VERY good for me," the woman admitted to us both.

Thomas knew her apparently : "Its more than good Carol, I heartily recommend it."

Carol looked me in the eye silently just before I slipped to the floor and proceeded to kiss and nibble on Thomas's bulging jockstrap. I nuzzled his balls through the material and licked the outline of the curved cock bound up inside until finally pulling the jockstrap aside, I swallowed his hairy sac. Pushing his thighs wide, I was making a meal of the defenseless treats. Sucking them gently and tasting the sweet sweat that hid behind them, before running my tongue up the length of his towering 8" prick and swallowing it down like the good cock sucker I am.

Carol watched silently, sipping on her drink. 

My hands were everywhere and spurred on by pleasing and encouraging moans, my mouth was a working like a love machine. Then I pulled off and grasped his wet prick to start jacking him off. This was his true weakness. Like any man, Thomas was a decided lover of blow jobs but more often than not they didn't get him off,

Hand jobs and a good ass fucking never failed and in minutes he was spraying all over his stomach, until I swallowed him down and cleaned him up. 

"Lets go party!" I said, back up oh my feet and slipping my thong on. 

"Such a cum-sucking whore," Thomas joked while bounding from the bed. "Never satisfied." 

I winced falsely when he smacked my ass. 

"Well come on bitch its time for you to mingle, but you can only look, you cannot play!" Thomas laughed before bolting out the doorway..

Carol now slowly raised off the bed and walked close by me on her way to the door.

She moves with sexy smoothness, she knows it and I like that. 

"Pleasure meeting you," I said with a grin.. 

Standing next to me, we looked deeply into each others eyes while she let her fingers play on my chest. I stood still and didn't bat an eye while she twisted and pinched one of my nipples hard. Clenching my ass tight, I was able to remain silent and expressionless when she pierced the nipple with her fingertip. 

"Pleasures all mine," she said, in a hushed and very friendly tone that I liked.

"All mine," she concluded, looking slowly down my body and seeing my response. 

With a momentary still gaze into my eyes, she moved towards the door and I watched her curves as she departed. Amongst her various treats, Carol had a delicious looking ass and she "played" it to good affect.

On my way to the party I stopped in to see how Professor Arnold was getting along and noticed the tables had turned. The Professor was squeezing his considerably oversized cock inside one of the young men now. Stretching the

hole very nicely. I hoped he'd be gentle but seeing the color of his backside, figured payback was coming. 

"Back already," the Madame's smooth voice called to me, "and look, all dressed to play."

I countered with a smile: "Not yet, not yet, but maybe later."

"No 'maybe' baby. You come back," her tone perfectly stern and seductive.

"I will Mistress," I said in character and we exchanged friendly and knowing smiles. 

I heard her saying "Good boy" just as I left to join the party.

I'll enjoy her guidance, I'm sure. 

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I'd noticed his stare first.

Seated in the front row of Professor Arnold's class, Thomas's dark brown eyes would lock onto mine and we grew comfortable holding each others gaze for longer than normal. 

He seemed to be conveying a message but I wasn't certain, which left me wanting more.

Tall and firm and with a body earned through years of swimming competition, he exuded a comfortable self confidence with everybody. All the girls flirted with him and he'd banter with them easily, never offering an outward hint if he was fulfilling their wishes. While people were milling about after class, I began to step to the front, pass by him and say "goodbye" or have some other quick exchange.

In short order, these exchanges became longer as our interest to speak to each other grew.

One day Thomas asked : "If I was getting the hang of things or needed any help." 

Sensing the opening, I evenly replied that I was doing ok but could have a few questions and arrangements were made on the spot to meet in his office on the Friday afternoon upcoming. All very public, all very proper and all very hopeful on my part. 

Suddenly I realized I needed to come up with some questions just in case I'd misjudged him!

His office was small and very private. Although a large University, professor's aids apparently don't get the perks. Well, not big offices at least. A "built in" and rotating stable of fresh, young meat would be considered a perk in some books. 

Discussion immediately centered around the upcoming weekend and mutual inquiries were made if either of us had anything planned.

So much for the academic issues! 

Something told me I'd "been here before......" and raised my hopes for a positive out cum!

The conversation then meandered over various things as we searched for common interests and eventually 

settled on the "universal" topic between men: sports. 

He told of his swimming heroics, which were apparently considerable, commenting at the end:

"But I never could get used to wearing Speedos."

"Too tight?" I asked. 

"Yeah," he nodded back. 

I made a mental note: good cock.

So I took the plunge and said with a smile

"Too bad you cant swim naked, but guess the drag on your Johnson would probably cost you time."

"Actually, I like that 'nice & tight' feel," I went on. "I lift a lot of weights and prefer something small."

I wondered if he was making any mental notes.

Going on, I made up a bogus but purposeful reason, saying it was so I could see my muscle definition better.

"You ripped are ya?" he asked playfully. 

"Well, you know that saying about the beholder.....or is it......what?" I responded confused. 

But in a few moments he had me removing my shirt to prove myself. This was working out way too well! 

Soon he gazed openly and approvingly at my chest, abs and arms. 

"And the legs?" he went on.

"My best part...now don't be shocked," I cautioned while kicking off my sandals and removing my pants to stand in front of him wearing only a string thong that had nothing in front but a triangle pouch of material

that held my bulge. 

It was much like a woman's bikini but you knew just by looking that her cunt must be shaved smooth because there was no extra material allotted to cover stuff like pubic hair.

The concealed curve of my cock was obvious and the tip of my dick head, though still concealed, was peeking up at me.

"You do like them tight," he said with a grin and eyes that were eating me up. "Turn around." 

I did as asked and stopped once fully turned so he could look me over completely, at his leisure.

I heard his zipper and grinned. 

"Very, very nice," he said with admiration. "Now what about that last muscle?"

Knowing immediately what he meant, I turned and walked to him saying: "It gets worked out alot."

I slipped the thong off when I got to his chair, exposing my stiff cock.

His pants were undone and without hesitation I'd slipped to the floor and released his swollen manhood.

A prick to be proud of. 

Considerable in both length and thickness it had a slight angle turn towards the tip leading to a delicious looking cut head, with beautifully defined edges that were ready to be eaten.

Turning my head sideways I let him watch as I licked his length slowly, from one side then other, until he was raised completely and standing stiffly on his own. Then I simply gazed at his hard beauty, lust written all over my face.

"Mmmmm baby," I murmured, as I grasped his shaft and slipped my wet mouth over him. 

Tasting him fully, I explored each curve and ripple of his cock with unhurried devotion. With lips contracted just right, I sucked his dick head while my tongue scraped around its sensitive edges and he began giving up pre cum. 

Pulling closer and raising a bit, I slid down his rod. Head facing one way, then slipping back up, I'd do it again facing the other way. Over and over I showed my cock sucking prowess by taking his considerable cock all the way down without the hint of a gag or an inconvenient tooth getting in the way. His love pole twitched gently and acknowledged my caresses, so I "welcomed" him with more. A mouth full of saliva and pre cum made fine music as I noisily slurped him. 

If he was speaking I'd not have known, my focus was too complete. 

He shuddered. His hips shook slightly and I felt his cock jump on my tongue so I increased the relentless attack. I sucked on the swollen and mouthwatering head with lips clamped down tight, whipping his traitorous prick without mercy. Then jamming him down my throat, I drew up with lips pressed tight around his soft but stiff girth, receiving a fresh load of pre cum that made it worth doing all over again. 

Another attack on the head, then down deep again. 

Thomas's hand slipped through my hair. He began squirming and breathing hard while I blew him furiously. Normally, I'm a "gentle" cock sucker, not picking up pace until the finish line is in sight and I dash the final 50 yards, but I was 

attacking Thomas's prick with a lustful vehemence that its just eating up! 

Pulling his dick head, my mouth yanks him from side to side then spears him down deep with an open throat.

He shakes again....

His fingers were squeezing my head slightly, hanging onto me. 

I was breathing hard through my nose and vibrated him with moans so he'd know the cock sucking heaven I was in. Feeling his extreme stiffness, I pumped him quick and tight, almost making myself dizzy, knowing the sweet end was near. 

Finally, he shot up the place....

His pelvis rocked, his cock jumped and my tongue was splashed with cum....which I like now. 

Kicking it up a gear, I slay his prick entirely. He was spewing on cruise control and I was in the driver's seat. 

He got my mouth filled with goo, yet I continued to work him for more.

Draining him totally, there's was nothing left but his soft, swollen and exhausted prick laying dead in my mouth. 

I continued sucking it for another ten minutes, giving it a proper burial.

I followed him home that night and we spent the entire weekend sucking and fucking. Giving and taking from each other in every imaginable way. Neither of us wore a stitch of clothing. Out bodies were completely available for repeated, frequent and pleasurable use at a whim. 

Come Monday we'd taken each other every way and everywhere possible. We'd filled and cleaned each other multiple times...only to do it again and again. His Father and friends had trained him well as he was a superbly attentive lover. 

Encouraging the manly bitch inside me, he guaranteed my eagerness to please.

Which guaranteed I kept his cock rock hard. 

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Stepping out onto the back veranda, a number of eyes turned my way. Some were more conspicuous in their examinations than others, but hours of sweat at the gym was coming back to me in spades. A large, sun drenched pool lay out in front of me, dominating the entire backyard. It was surrounded by sun worshippers, swimmers and casual acquaintances alike all of whom had one thing in common : a lack of clothing.

The back yard was an expanse of dark green grass that was dotted here and there with towels or lounge chairs occupied by party lovers. The ground sloped up to a tall privacy fence that surrounded the entire area and afforded us the chance to disrobe in peace. 

"The Belle of The Ball arrives," came Carol's voice as she stepped from behind me. "Sooooo overdressed though."

"But I don't know these folks," I smiled back.

"Modest....you? Now why do I doubt that?" she replied with a humorous glint to her steely blue eyes.

She was a remarkably attractive woman with an arresting sexual presence. Soft, rounded curves could be found up and down her body that just begged to be licked, kissed, massaged and pleased. Again I sensed a naturalness, a self confidence with her naked body that was refreshing. I liked strong women and she certainly was one. Peering up at you with killer blue eyes, she'd could melt the strongest of men and bend their cocks to her will.

"Well not everyone here knows me as well as you do," I winked at her.

"Yes but I'm sure it wont be long," she said while handing me a cup of worn ice. 

"Bring me another Bay Breeze," she commanded sweetly and with a pretty extension of her hand gestured towards some beach towels grouped together in the yard. "Overrrrrr there," she added before heading off towards the towels and again giving me the pleasure of watching her shapely form walk away.

An attractive man, completely naked, stood leaning against a table and watching our exchange. 

"Be careful," he said with false concern. .

Far too good looking to be ignored, I responded: "Oh really, whys that?" 

"Carol will eat you up and spit you out," he went on with an engaging and friendly gaze. 

"Do I care if she swallows?" I joked and we shared our first laugh. Following up my first success quickly: "Weren't you taught about talking to strangers? Especially when sitting around naked?" 

"Oh yes," he replied with a smile, "but I found that it attracts alot of good looking young men in thongs, so I do it as often as possible."

Touche, I thought. 

I liked this man. He was both good looking and smooth. Not to mention he had an outstanding prick. His bodystyle was angular and long, with muscles reached and grabbed on from joint to joint more than bulked between them. As such, his cock fit him perfectly as it naturally hung long against his thigh, forcing me to conjure up images of the "up and running" version on my own. 

"Todd," he said, with an outstretched hand.

I slipped mine into his softly, letting my fingers slide slowly against his smooth palm before closing around it. 

"Kevin," I replied while looking into his eyes. "Very nice to meet you."

"Have you had the pleasure?" I continued, while letting my eyes wander over him and giving him back his hand. I'd found that people who got naked publicly enjoyed such open appraisals, otherwise, they'd be clothed. So my giving him the once over only reinforced the confidence in himself that got him naked to begin with....and it gave me a good excuse to check him out. 

"Oh God yes, many of them......but which do you mean?" Todd shot back with a bright smile. 

"To fall victim to Carol's hungry ways of course," I clarified. 

"Oh no," he mused, while looking in her direction. "Although I could, I prefer different dining partners." 

With an open acknowledgement of his considerable cock I replied: "All leave the table satisfied I'm sure." 

"Always" he said confidently and stopped. "Perhaps sometime?" 

"I'll clear my calendar," I confirmed and the "date" was on. 

"Good. Now best you run that drink out to Lady Carol or she'll be quite cross with you."

"My lucky day," I joked with a smile before leaving to fetch. 

"Nice," he called out after I'd left.

Presuming he was referring to my ass, I answered : "It is."

A few minutes later I arrived at Carol's towel and she immediately rebuked me : "You're late and made me get all sweaty." 

I was, and she was, but she looked just fine to me. The late morning sun had become quite fierce. Carol had two other towels laid out on the grass around her, both of which were occupied by wonderfully naked young ladies who also glistened from a mixture of tanning oil and sweat. There was going to be some sunburns tonight! Both girls seemed very indifferent to my arrival, so I spent my time the best by simply eyeballing them and didn't waste time on "hellos." 

"Don't you always look this good?" I complimented. 

"Smart ass," she smiled brightly. "Now give me my drink and get out of that silly little thing. I want to make the entire party jealous and have you rub me with oil.'

Complying was a talent of mine, so the thong got ditched. 

"I see he got to you," Carol said as I lay a towel next to hers, my cock not being as limp as it could be.

"Not yet, but there's always hope," I sighed. 

"Hmmmm, I like a man who knows his place," she observed before taking a sip of her drink.

"And I like smart women," was my ready response."Naked, hot and sweaty ones even." 

Again she flashed a bright smile while saying: "You're just full of sweet things, aren't you?"




The Party



"Oh 'kissing up' is one of my better skills," I said and she laughed. "But I wouldn't say that what's in me is sweet. Not that its stopped anybody from tasting it." I said while sitting myself down. 

"I've noticed" Carol said while rolling over, giving the entire party another pleasing view of her beautiful backside. Me in a front row towel!

To prevent a thin tan line, her thong was laying at her feet.

"Oil me up Baby, I don't want to burn." she said while laying her head down. 

Knowing marching orders when I hear them, I put my drink down, covered my hands with sun warmed oil and went to work. 

One of Carol's young friends also responded to her command and rising from her towel, follows my lead. Acknowledging my presence finally with a slight smile, the girl puts to work soothing Carol's sloping back with her small hand and slender fingers that are covered in "tan-giving" oil.

Pretty in all aspects, I mentally commended Carol on her bagging this one. The girl had gone back to being oblivious to me, so I was able to look her over closely and couldn't imagine a displeasing vision of her whatsoever - giving or receiving. 

While I oiled up one of Carol's legs, I watched the girls hand make slow circles in the small of Carol's back. Of course my mind wandered to thoughts of my tongue sliding down that smooth back, gently flowing into the split between the mounds of her ass and slipping on down to her small, tasty toes. These mental diversions didn't stop me from my labors but certainly added to the enjoyment of them. 

Her body felt wonderful. Toned and trim. The only fat on her was it was where becoming and useful. She was smooth as silk from the oil and sweat and I was doing her up with slow rubs. Her body was a magnet that held my hands on her.

"Very nice," I complimented. 

"Good boy" she whispered in a sleepy, sexy sorta way. Closing her eyes, she let out a relaxed, pleased moan.

She was thoroughly enjoying the worship spectacle taking place and I don't believe either of us minded one bit. 

Glancing around, my eye was drawn to a fenced in corner of the backyard and the broad shoulders and muscled physique of a black man. His back and ass were so artistically defined that only hours upon hours of exercise could achieve such masculine beauty. The sun shimmered off the rivers of sweat that ran down him as he jammed true meaning into the fat ass of some lucky white guy who was supporting himself up against a tree.

They were a contrast of opposites that privacy not with standing, I couldn't help but consider. 

The tree hugger had obviously let himself go, if he'd ever been in shape to begin with. He was rounded, soft and hairy with reddish-pink patches all over him from the recent exposure to the sun. This guy definitely needed to get outside more often, if only in hope of running into more black studs like this guy! 

From my viewpoint, his wide ass would shake following the pile driving clench and release of the black mans hard, muscled torso. Watching this transfer of energy, I wondered if there was any "Einstein-ian" principle for what I was witnessing:

Mass into ass = cum squared....or perhaps that was: Ass divided by Mass + time = cum squared. 

That seemed more likely, but more research was definitely required. Before I turned my attention back to Carol,

I'd honed in on the black man's physique so well I could "feel" his technique.

Taking liberty, I bent down and gently kissed Carol's ass. Her girlfriend / slave girl's small hand was massaging one asscheek, so I chose the other one without complaint. 

Making butterfly lite, submissive little nips of Carol's softness, was followed up by a slow slide into her ass crack with my extended tongue. This interfered with my coworkers efforts and I hoped she didn't mind, but she'd just have to wait till I was done. 

For some reason, I'd always taken a different view when people yelled "kiss my ass" at each other and had never yelled it in anger myself. I like people kissing my ass. Please do, have at it!

My tongue tip was making its presence known where it counted most and with another light moan Carol granted me my advances. Bending her leg, a small foot was raised upwards and my coworker quickly applied her small mouth to the tender toes, so now I felt comfortable taking my time. 

Emboldened, my passion for Carol's ass grows and I flick her hole quickly.

Putting both hands on her soft sweetness for the first time, I gently spread her and lap the length of her crack with slow head movements and a deep tongue. Giving her less physical than mental pleasure, I worship her with a submissive passion unleashed. I'm feeling there are alot worse things in life than being a slave to this Babe.

I see the lips of her sweet cunt and yearn to please it as well...but not yet.

Looking up and gaining focus, I see a couple of men seated next to each other who are both watching and jerking off. In another short moment, one mans taken measure of the other with lips clamped down tightly and head pumping slowly. The "less active" man grins at me widely. 

I couldn't see what the toe sucking friend was up to, but feel her body next to mine, so figure she must be doing something good back there. Interrupting again, I gently get Carol to turn over and spread her legs, which she does surprisingly without comment or complaint. However, this earns me a scowl from the slave girl who is now "toeless" and jealous that I've taken position between Carol's knees. I'm uncertain if my getting in the way pisses her off, or she feels I'm treading on private property. Probably both, but que sera sera sera..... 

Initially I'm seated back on my legs and able to lean forward and begin seriously eating Carol's cunt. Totally clean shaven, she's all delicious white meat and I slip my tongue into her hungrily. Clamping down on her softness, I suck and lick her clit with alternating devotion. Plunging deeply into her sweetness, I taste the soft, warm walls of her cunt that are welcoming me with a delicious flow. 

The sun's blazing down hot and hard, adding to our heated lovemaking.

I feel Carol's hands slip over my sweaty head and she holds it gently, presses it down slightly, guides it perfectly. Uncovering her hardened clit with a tender tongue, I worship it with gentle scrapes and tantalizingly light flicks. My lips capture and embrace hers and I lap up the overflowing passion as her body shivers.

I'm devouring her and being consumed in the process, overcome by primal a lust. 

Hearing her soft moans, I'm powerless but to please her further. Helplessly, I press into her wet heat. 

Slowly we've become one. 

Nothing exists except our loving connection and the overwhelming need being expressed. 

Gently yet strongly our souls speak and we both feeling compelled to obey their commands. 

Unconsciously, she spreads further, revealing and surrendering herself more completely.

I accepted and took her fully with my mouth, lost in the delirium of being her slave. 

////////////////////

Thomas would later tell me more about Carol and I'd come to understand and admire her more. 

She was sexually active and unusually aggressive as a teen and as she matured into a young woman, her body shaped beautifully and quickly, gaining the interest, attention and affection of older. more experienced men and women. Her sexual appetites were varied and she explored them all freely while leaning the power of desire and 

how to use it. 

Her own parents had divorced and Carol had seen enough of the "bad times" of their relationship to realize that the love and sexual fire of most marriages only lasts so long, leaving the partitioned partners hungry and eager for release. Taking a job in town and not heading off for college, Carol seduced many of the overly interested fathers of her former High School classmates. Or better put, let them seduce and entrap themselves. 

Entertaining their suggestive flirtations, Carol would give it back when she felt it productive. After awhile "private meetings" would be arranged where opportunity was ripe and the married fathers needs and weaknesses caused

them to overstep. They'd gain the sexual release sought and needed in exchange for a compromised, completely broken marriage held together by strings Carol controlled. She would use them like toys after that, which she learned many of them preferred. 

Her controlling skills got an early start and men were easy prey. 

Then there was the soccer coach who Carol remembered hung around the High School showers a bit more than normal to hand out towels. Surprised to run into Carol at the Pharmacy where she now worked after graduating, the coach tried to strike up a friendship and became a frequent visitor to the store. Under the guise of being polite, she'd continually ask if Carol needed a ride home or wanted to get a bite to eat after work. In time, Carol played her hand and took that ride home...to the coaches empty home...where with legs spread, she smiled and watched the coach eat the wet cunt she been craving so badly. But such behavior could never be explained to the Coach's husband, or worse her children, and Carol took advantage of her for favors, money and sexual delight. The coach could only enjoy Carol's body after complying with her demands and in time she learned to appreciate and need Carol's domination so much that she divorced her husband in false hope of starting a new life with the girl. That never happened, but the coach did begin life anew, as a Lesbian. Unfortunately, she was fired from the High School the following year for inappropriately approaching and touching underage girls in the showers. 

Carol was advancing quickly, becoming experienced, confident and cunning in the ways of love but her apprenticeship was complete once she'd seduced the divorced Mother of her lover and former classmate Stephanie. Although this history has its detractors and conflicting viewpoints about who seduced who...... 

Anne was attractive, smart and sexy. So, Carol could understand why a man couldn't satisfy her. Men were weak and craved guidance. Certainly an attractive, successful career woman like Anne wouldn't tolerate such a weakling. 

Carol would often think of her while laying awake in the middle of the night, her fingers rubbing her clit or slipping deep inside her slit and spurring her imagination. She'd remember how Anne always greeted her with a warm and expressive smile whenever she'd come to see Stephanie or spend the night. She'd recall how often her eyes rode the feminine slope of Anne's shoulders, down her back and firm ass while she was turned cooking a meal. 

Carol's cunt would ache whenever she recalled the fullness of Anne's breasts. How they accented her appearance beautifully, capturing Carol's eye and imagination regardless of the angle or attire. The woman was good artwork. The frame didn't matter...wasn't necessary in fact. Carol used any pretense to "invade" the woman's space, to stand so close she feel her radiated warmth or capture some of the sweet fragrances she put on. 

The mother was always receptive, which furthered Carol's building desire. 

That summer Carol was invited to spend two weeks at the beach with Stephanie and the Mother and accepted the invitation quickly. The condo had been won in the divorce settlement and as the "family" did yearly, they were getting away. Only this time, Carol would replace the newly divorced member. For a few days, Carol could only watch Anne's tight bikini clad body lounge about the pool and look on enviously as she'd slowly rub oil over her legs and between her thighs. When possible, the bikini top would be removed and beautiful breasts be allowed to bake in the sun. 

Each night Carol made Stephanie pay for the sexual tension her Mother was causing. The two girls had been casual overs for years and Stephanie, who'd had come out of the closet and announced her preferences, was more than up to the task. As far as Anne could tell, Carol was her daughter's only "straight" friend. 

On the third day, no one went to the pool or beach. Anne suggested all three sunbathe on the condo's private balcony and provide incentive, a healthy supply of Margarita mix was purchased. Without comment from Anne, the girls quickly and freely disrobed and Stephanie's task was to keep Carol properly lubricated. Anne maintained her parental dignity by wearing the bottom of her string bikini but with glances unnoticed, she'd watch how accepting Carol was of her daughter's time consuming rubdowns. When the heat became unbearable, the girls would share a lengthily shower, after which the oiling process would begin again. 

After a few hours and drinks, the Mother turned onto her stomach and asked her daughter to keep her from burning as well. She didn't object when Stephanie lowered and removed the bikini bottom and in her relaxed condition felt quite comfortable laying still while the girl deeply, slowly and thoroughly massaged her soft ass until properly protected. 

Carol was besides herself watching the unattainable object of her lust stretched out naked just a few feet away and stealing the attentions of her submissive, so during the night Carol slipped from the girls shared bedroom and tiptoed to the Anne's bedroom. Having made certain to get Stephanie off, she was confident she'd sleep soundly following a 

a day of drinking in the hot sun. She wanted her out of the way. 

Feigning a bad dream and inability to sleep, Carol gained surprisingly easy invite into the Anne's bed and was very pleased to see the short, sheer nightgown and tight panties the Mother was wearing. Although Carol was fully mature now, the Mother pulled her close and soothed the "distraught" girl while Carol rested her hand over the Mothers sheer nightgown, covering her right breast. Only the thinnest of material separated Carol's hand from the woman's full and shapely breast. Feeling the contours her tit, Carol worried that her hand might be resting too heavy.

Nothing was said, no complaint was raised. 

In the darkness, Carol could make out the "white" outline of a vibrator on the nightstand and her nipples grew stiff, her passion overcame her and slowly she started to massage the woman's breast. 

"Carol?" Anne whispered, but stopping short of rebuking her, the light touching continued.

It wasn't until the girls hand scraped over the now stiff nipple that the Mother spoke lowly and clearly: "Carol ...sweety....you know what you're doing?"

There was already a faint breathlessness to her voice. 

The love starved Mother was becoming helpless, already unconsciously stroking Carol's back as the pleasing caresses grew in confidence and strength. Carol's hand pressed down fully and held Anne's fullness tenderly. The sheer nightgown was pulled tight, the outline of the straining nipple clear to see, the sensation of the material scraping against the inflamed point only causing it to harden more. 

The heat between Anne's legs was intense and she could do nothing when the nightgown was slowly lowered off her shoulder. She could do nothing when Carol's soft lips encircled her. She only moaned and drifted away.

When Carol's hand slipped over the mound in Anne's wet panties, she was held tighter. 

When Carol's slender fingers slipped inside the panties, inside the tight cunt that needed her, nothing ever felt so good. Anne spread in acceptance. Her body ached wonderfully, flowed passionately and she felt transformed. Embraced 

by the power of the seduction and gratified by the soft demands and loving touch of her seductress. 

The nightgown and panties were removed and Carol ravaged the woman with a lust uncaged. 

There was a renewed hunger unleashed in Anne that now urgently needed feeding and these pleasures would be repeated with increasing frequency over the following days, nights and weeks to follow. Stephanie would be included 

and the two girls would often lock eyes and smile while Anne moaned and shook uncontrollably, the sweet taste of her daughters cunt on her lips and the stiff authority of Carol's strapon deep inside her. 

//////////////////// 

I was startled and more than disappointed when Carol ended my feasting!

Getting up off her own back, she pushed me backward until I was "sitting" on my bent legs and ankles under me. With oily hands grasping me around my sweaty neck and shoulders, she spread her legs and slid up my thighs until the lips of her flower opened up and she could impale herself on my prick. With her weight now forward, she leaned into me and my ankles cried out in pain! 

She'd turned me in a perfect "fuck platform" and started pleasing herself with me. 

I couldn't move a muscle and held myself steady with both arms stretched to the ground behind me. The pleasure she brought to my stiff pole was offset by her bouncing weight on my bent back legs, but she was using me like a human dildo and I liked the idea. After a bit my legs went numb and the painless sensations actually became a pleasing counterbalance to the fire around my cock. 

"Don't.......cum," she hissed in my ear while grinding down on me.

I thrust my pelvis up as much as possible. Giving her all the cock I had to give and relieving some of the pressure on my legs. Onlookers clapped lightly as they watched her powerful display and the muscular definition of my tensed body. 

We both became slippery, sweaty messes....which only added to the enjoyment

. 

What I could feel was her occasional involuntary shake as she gyrated and jammed down on me. Coupled with the moans she fed into my ear, I was sure I was being drenched in cum. Finally satiated, she lifted off and slid back down down onto her towel. Her girls apparently knew the drill as both were quick to cover her with eager tongues.

I was left alone. My slimy, cum covered cock twitching in the wind!

"Now," she relented with a huff. 

Grasping my prick, I jacked off for all to see, not moving or collapsing to my towel until firing off ropes of cum. 

"Bravo...bravo," I heard from the crowd around us. . 

"Very good boy," Carol said softly, stroking my sweaty face while looking and feeling entirely pleased.

Turning my face into her hand, I licked her slowly. Thoroughly tamed. 

////////////////////

Following such arduous party going, a refreshing swim, food and drink was clearly in order and I mingled with a wide array of people who all seemed to be coming from or eagerly heading to a sexual encounter of some sort.

Everybody switches were in the "on" position.

Walking gingerly though the house, I saw that many more people had arrived. The rooms were packed much tighter but nobody was complaining about a lack of space. Folks were paired off or bouncing from group to group enjoying some 

combination of drinking, eating, groping or fucking. Even the more private people, the wallflowers, were watching intently and gaining what pleasures they needed.

As I head off to take a peek into "Professor Arnold's" room, I wondered how they'd ever get rid of all the cum spots and without giving it great thought, finally decided it a good thing I didn't live here. The Professor's room was also more tightly packed and active than before, but he nowhere to be seen. Probably chilling his ass is a bucket of ice somewhere!

There were definitely more whips and open palms flying about since last I'd visited this room and pleased moans of "ahhhhh" or "yessss" were coming from all over as the receiver absorbed the pleasure pain and gained the need for more.

"Business is good..." I whispered into the Madam's ear who stood by the door but hadn't seen me. 

"My Love!" she smiled broadly. "It is indeed, but when's the moth going to come in and get burned?" she asked.

We felt like old friends already. 




The Party



He opened his eyes slowly. The light hurt them to begin with but they soon became accustomed to it. Matt glanced around the room deciding whether to get out of bed. Looking at his bedside clock he saw it was almost midday. Suppose I better get up. He thought to himself. He flung the duvet cover off and the first thing he saw was his erect penis staring up at him, almost begging for some relief. I really can't be bothered with that. I have to get out of this bed. He thought, almost like he was trying to will his cock to subside. He got off the bed, his penis pointing straight forward like a water divining tool, and went over to his computer. Just as he was about to boot up the machine he noticed a crumpled piece of paper next to the keyboard. He picked it up and unfurled it. Scanning the paper he did a quick double take and realised today was the day.

It was Saturday and tonight was Tina's party. He was really looking forward to this night. Even after all his initial doubts and worries. I will have a good time. No matter what is said or happens. His thoughts drifted to Tina and he was still more than a little surprised that she had invited him. Still he wasn't sure why but that wasn't going to hold him back. At least there will be loads of booze to have if things get too stressful. He surmised. A quick glance at the clock showed it was twelve thirty and he didn't have to be at the club until ten. Just short of ten hours to fill what shall I do until then? He pondered. He then decided to go into town for a few hours and have a look around hoping to help time go faster.

By the time he returned home it was almost seven o'clock. He had never meant to be out that long but he just seemed to spend most of the time wandering around in a sort of semi-daze. Tonight had him feeling a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Still Matt decided to start getting ready. I will go a bit earlier and get a couple of drinks. That will calm the nerves. He decided. Town was quite busy but all he could think of was Tina's party. After a few drinks he decided to head to the club although he knew he was going to be early. Still I want to give a good impression. He thought to himself. He arrived at the club about fifteen minutes before he was due to. But to his utter disappointment he saw Tina standing outside waiting. What did strike him as odd was the fact that she was alone. 

"Hi Tina how are you?" He asked. 

"Matt I am really glad you decided to come." Was the response that was given? 

"Where is everyone?" He asked. 

"We are everyone." Her reply shocked him to the core. 

"How do you mean?" He asked confused. 

"Don't worry just come with me I will soon explain everything."

Tina took hold of Matt's arm, but instead of going into the club she called for a taxi. Matt was starting to believe that he had indeed been set up. The taxi pulled up and Tina entered first virtually dragging Matt in after her. They sat in the taxi in a slightly awkward silence Matt still wondering what he had let himself in for. Suddenly the taxi stopped and Tina climbed out. 

"Come on then we are here." Tina told Matt leading him into a nice looking house. 

"Is the party here then?" He asked. 

"In a manner of speaking it is yes." Tina told him before grabbing him and shoving her tongue into his mouth. 

Matt was taken completely by surprise but found he was responding. The only experience Matt had of women was what he had seen on the internet but here he was having a gorgeous girl trying to suck his face off. He felt his cock starting to stiffen and he squirmed trying to hide it from Tina. He was too slow though as Tina moaned gently still with her tongue firmly in his mouth. She let her hand slide down the front of him and she got a firm hold of his cock. She began rubbing and kneading Matt's cock and he realised that he had never had such a massive erection.

Before he knew what was happening Tina had dropped to her knees and with expert skill undid his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. She then released his aching cock and started flicking her tongue over the swollen head of it. She was licking and flicking at his cock so expertly that Matt was finding it very difficult not to cum. He was about to speak when she stood back up and started kissing him again. Not sure how to react he lifted his hands and started touching her tits through the flimsy blouse she was wearing. Tina started moaning gently and while Matt carried on caressing her she slipped effortlessly out of her skirt. She stood back from Matt and removed her top. Standing there in a matching set of pink lingerie she looked a million dollars.

Holding Matt by the hands she took a couple of steps back and fell gently onto the bed. Matt looked down at her. His cock was harder than it had ever been. Tina pulled her thong to one side and beckoned him to her. He was about to climb on when she indicated that she wanted him to lick her pussy. Matt looked at her face then at her pussy and slowly lowered his head. This is a first for me. What if I fuck up? He thought. His head got lower until he could smell the sweetness of her wet pussy, juices glistening on the edge. He slowly flicked his tongue out getting his first taste of female love juice. He really was enjoying this when Tina stopped him and changed positions. She lay him on his back and started to suck his cock again as she lowered her pussy onto his face. They spent the next hour having oral sex in many positions before she stopped him. 

"Now I want you to fuck me." She told Matt as she lay back opening her legs.

Matt didn't need asking twice and slowly lowered his body. His cock probing gently at her moist opening before it slid effortlessly deep into her welcoming wetness. He slowly moved his body, hoping she was enjoying herself. 

"Fuck me hard Matt please." She begged. "I want you so badly."

"Are you enjoying this?" Matt asked. 

"Oh yes fuck me so hard make me cum."

Matt carried on pounding away until he started to feel the telltale twitching in his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. 

"I am going to cum." He gasped. 

"Take it out and wank over my tits baby. I want to feel your cum splashing on me."

Matt didn't need telling twice. He removed his cock and furiously started to masturbate until he could hold back no longer. With a final couple of pulls on his cock he let out a loud groan. Cum shot out of his cock going all over Tina's tits and some even shooting and landing on her face. Tina ran her index finger in Matt's cum before slowly lifting her finger to her mouth, licking his cum off it.

"Mmmm Matt that was wonderful. I have been dying to fuck you." Tina said. 

"I didn't think you liked me no-one else pays me any attention."

"I have been watching you for quite a while."

"But you always have so many people around you."

"And that is the problem. They all want to fuck me but I just want someone who I think I could have a serious relationship with."

"But why me?" Matt was very confused.

"Because you are exactly the opposite of all those hangers-on." She told him. "You don't hang around trying to get into any girls pants."

"I have never even had a girlfriend before yet I just lost my virginity to you."

"And if you would do the honour of being my boyfriend I will take you to places you will only have dreamed of." Tina whispered. "Now fuck me again handsome."



The Party



I arrived home from work a little later that afternoon as it was a Friday and I had some beers on the way home with the boys. Feeling pretty good I went in, said hello to my lovely wife Jenny, by giving her a nice big kiss on the lips and then poured myself a bourbon and coke. 

"Would you like a drink with me bub?" I said as I poured mine.

" Yes I will, I have a wine here already thanks hun. Cheers!" Jenny replied.

"Where are the kids? I asked, noticing how quiet it was.

" At mum's, I was just about to get them but figured I would wait for you first." 

Jenny looked hot dressed in a white sundress standing in the kitchen. It was a warm summer's day and the light was shining through the window on to her, making the dress see through, so I could see the outline of her breasts, as she wasn't wearing a bra and down over her stomach to the outline of her g-string. I couldn't resist so I stood behind her and nuzzled in close behind her, kissing her neck and whispering "You look delicious", then wrapping my arms around in front of her and grabbing her breasts feeling her nipples harden in them.

" Thanks honey, I feel quite good today." Jenny replied. 

I didn't say anything else except to keep kissing her as she rested her head back against me whilst I played with her breasts. Her breathing was getting a bit deeper and she was moaning gently to my touch. I undid my shirt and took it off with one hand whilst keeping the other on her. Then I reached over her shoulder and undid three buttons on her dress and pushed it open to expose her breasts to me.

"Mmmm...." Jenny murmured and licked her lips as I grabbed at her nipples pulling them gently, noticing how they were at their hardest once again for me.

I wanted her right at that moment so I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor then I pulled up Jenny's sundress and pulled her panties to the side of her pussy. I took hold of my cock and rubbed it over the outside of her pussy lips, still from behind, and noticed that after a few rubs her lips parted to reveal her nice moist inner lips. I wasn't going slowly so I guided myself into her in one long stroke, not stopping until my balls were resting against her bum cheeks. I gently pulled all the way back, almost out, then pushed back hard into her again, slapping against her bum. Jenny nearly lost balance so she lent forward bracing herself against the bench.

"Hmmmph, oooohh, yeah that's good." Jenny said while pushing back against me, getting into it as much as me.

" You look so good in this dress in the sunlight that I just had to have you." I told her.

"Then have me, cum deep inside of me," she said.

I pounded at her hard in an animalistic rage, wanting to just have hard, raw sex with her. My balls were slapping into her hard, heightening my sensations until I couldn't hang on any longer.

"I am going to explode deep in you, here....I..... CUM!" I grunted to her as Jenny squealed at the sensation of me pushing as deep into her as I could and then rocked forward into her trying to push deeper as I came. I was pushing her into the bench and she had nowhere to go as I rocked her harder into it then, "OWWW...HUH....." Jenny yelled as she came with me. 

We rocked together a few more times before I pulled out of her and gave her a hug from behind. I looked down to see my cock glistening in the sunlight with our juices mixed all over it, then with my finger tips I reached around Jenny and rubbed her pussy, which made her shudder in my arms. I played with her a bit noticing how wet she was and I could feel my cum dribble out of her on to my fingers. With some of it on them I reached up and coated her left nipple with it making her quite wet. I had more on my fingers than I thought as I took my hand away, kissed her neck and stepped back.

Jenny turned around looked at her breast all coated in cum, down at my cock still glistening in the sunlight and then began buttoning up her top again.

"Wanted me did you?" she asked.

"Now how could I resist that?" I said stepping back and admiring her body.

"Fair enough." Jenny replied, then we both laughed.

"I'm having a shower then we can walk around and get the kids, O.K.?" 

"Sounds great." Jenny said as I left the kitchen to have a shower.

I finished up and got dressed ready to go whilst Jenny said nothing to me but watched the whole time. I looked at her and pointed at her breast where her dress had become transparent over her left breast due to my wet cum.

" Oh well it stays like that now, it's your fault!" she said.

"Fine by me." I said with a smile on my face.

As we walked to her parent's house to get the kids we talked about what we did during the day, same old work routine. There was a slight cool breeze blowing and I looked at Jenny's breasts to see her nipples standing out through her top. Her left nipple was standing out more than the right because my cum had sort of suctioned her top on to it, although now it was dry and not translucent anymore. 

"We were invited to a party tomorrow night." Jenny said to me, continuing the conversation. "I bumped into Rachael this morning whose daughter is at the same school as the boys and she asked if we wanted to go to their place for a bbq. She said sorry it was late notice but we could go if we had nothing planned, to get to know them better seeing as though her kids were friends with ours."

"I don't know them at all." I told her.

"Well neither did I until just recently, it could be alright if not we will come home again." Jenny said.

"Are the kids coming?" I asked.

"No she said it was only going to be a few of their friends and their kids were staying out."

"What's happening to ours then if we go?"

"Maybe mum can looked after them overnight, we haven't had a night to ourselves for a while so this is a good excuse to do it." Jenny replied.

"Yeah o.k. then, as long as the kids will be alright!" I said.

Our conversation ended as we walked up to the front door and knocked on it. The kids came running, yelling and screaming " Mummy, Daddy!" and as we opened the door we were nearly bowled over by them as they hugged us.

Then at the same time they asked, "Can we have a sleep over tomorrow night at Nan's please, she said we could?" They had beaten us to it without knowing, so it was all organised.

We arrived at the party to the smell of food cooking on the bbq. It was a warm night again and I was in a pair of denim shorts and shirt and Jenny was wearing a light pink, silk slip dress with a pair of my favourite white, barely there, shear g-string underneath.

It appeared that everyone was there already and that the atmosphere was beginning to get exciting, given the amount of laughter going on. We were greeted by Rachael and her husband James, "We are glad to see you could make it, please feel free to grab any drink you want from the bar and don't be shy with the others they are all great people, we just have to get the food prepared now so we will catch up soon."

We went over to the bar to get a drink each. "They have a nice red here hun, would you like one?" I asked Jenny.

"Yes please that would be great thanks babe." She replied. 

I poured myself a bourbon and coke for myself and thought how good the beverages on offer were. As we turned to leave the bar a few couples moved around us to introduce themselves and we all were talking quite comfortably with each other in no time. I smiled at Jenny as I caught her eye during a conversation with someone and we both sensed how comfortable the both of us were around new friends, in such a short time.

Rachael and James had finished cooking and we all sat down and enjoyed dinner, with a few more drinks in between. I was watching Jenny to see how the wine was affecting her as she doesn't need much and I knew I was starting to feel a lot more laid back with what I had drunk so far.

"How are you doing? I asked her to which she grinned as wide as she could, giving me my answer without words. I could tell she was feeling very good, although it was still only very early and I didn't want her to pass out on me, especially with us being alone at home later that night.

"Here babe have a glass of water with your wine, I want you to enjoy a lasting night tonight." I said as I passed her a glass.

"Thankyou darling you take good care of me you know."

"Only because I want a piece of you later!" I replied.

"You can have a piece of me regardless." She said and I thought that she was feeling well and truly comfortable now to be talking to me like that.

Dinner had finished and we all cleared up and then chilled out on the next couple of drinks whilst just talking about each other a little bit more. It was still very warm and there was no breeze to think that it was going to cool down at all, so James had got up and pulled off the cover to his pool and said, "Anyone like a dip to cool down," then dangled his foot in to see what the water was like then continued with, "although the temperature is quite warm from having the blanket on so it will be very comfortable in." 

Just as he was saying this Rachael had brought over a tray of tequila shots for everyone and placed it on the table. There were some giggles, some sighs and some gasps from everyone as she did, as by now I think we were all getting quite intoxicated and everyone was quite loud anyway. 

A few people began saying that they wish they had realised to bring their swimming attire as we were all feeling the warmth.

"Well we don't have bathers for everyone, so if we all went in with our underwear on there should be no concerns from anyone. But let's all drink up together and drink to new friends first." Rachael said.

There was laughter from everyone as we all downed the shots and watched some pull funny faces from the taste.

"I wish I had my bathers." Jenny reached over to say to me. "I would love to jump in."

"Then jump in, go in your underwear." I replied.

" I only have panties on!"

" Oh well everyone is getting drunk now I don't think they will notice." I said cheekily.

Jenny smiled at me and punched me on the shoulder just as there was a splash in the pool. Greg and Susie, a couple, had both jumped in together.

"Oh that is better." They both said as they emerged from under the water. Greg was wearing only his silk boxer shorts and Susie was wearing her hot pink underwear.

"I would love to join them it looks good." I said to Jenny.

"Go on then, I want to see you in your underwear too!" 

"I bet you do, but I won't if you can't, I'll stay with you instead." I told her.

"Don't be stupid she will be alright with me here, go and jump in or are you scared of me seeing you in your underwear too?" Rachael had said as she was listening in to us. 

" I think I have had too many drinks to be scared other wise normally I probably would be." I answered her.

"Then do it, here I'll help." Jenny said and reached over to undo the button on my shorts.

"Get away," I said slapping her hand, " O.K. I will then you Bossy Sisters" and as I stood up to get out of my shorts and shirt a few more couples had jumped in.

I had only my light grey, stretch cotton boxers on now and said to Jenny, " Come on you come in too it will be alright." Then grabbed her slip dress straps and pulled them down off her shoulders.

"Maybe later." She replied with a smirk on her face and held her hands over her breasts to stop me pulling her slip off anymore. 

"No, go in now you sook." Rachael nagged at her, " What's wrong with you?"

" I don't have a bra on, that's what!" Jenny replied to her.

" That's o.k. I will go in with you, without mine then!" Rachael said.

I just grinned and raised my eyebrows up and down at them both as they looked up at me and said, "That sounds good, I will see you in there!"

"Yeah you would think so." Jenny said to me with a smile.

I jumped into the pool and the water was great. I don't think that Jenny needed to worry about showing her tits as A: we were all rather pissed anyway and B: what everyone had on in the pool seemed to be translucent with the water anyway. 

I swam from end to end a couple of times to see if I could clear my head. I was starting to get rather drunk now and nothing was worrying me, everyone was very easy to get along with and I didn't want to crash too early as both Jenny and I hadn't been as relaxed at a party with so many new people for a long time.

Just as I stopped my swim, some people jumping in bombed me. Coughing and gasping I got up, wiped my eyes and then saw two pairs of breasts right in front of me as Jenny and Rachael were the ones who had done it and were just coming up on top of the water again.

"Wow you can drown me anytime, if you are like that." I said staring at their hard nipples and hearing everyone else laugh. I stepped into Jenny's arms and hugged her to me and gave her a very wanting, deep kiss.

"Mmmm, I wished I got that from my husband like that." Said Rachael, to which James had heard just as he stepped into the pool, in his white cotton boxers behind her, then grabbed at her breasts from behind pulling her back and lent forward to kiss her on the mouth like I had done with Jenny.

"Looks like you got your wish then!" Jenny said.

"Yes and I can't wait for more either." Rachael replied, then the two girls giggled together in that silly drunken way.

The party was now at a peak, with some great music playing on the stereo, everyone playing in the pool and plenty of drinking going on. Some couples were play fighting together, piggyback wresting with their wives on their shoulders. Rachael and James, Jenny and I were leaning back against the edge of the pool watching as the two women were trying to push each other off.

It was getting rough as each of them didn't want to lose. Then they were at each others' bras pulling at them until they both lost them freeing their breasts and then pushing each other over and under water.

Everyone cheered, laughed and clapped at the show as the two couples emerged from under the water, then the two girls hugged and then thanked their crowd.

Jenny said she needed another drink so I hopped out to get one for us again and turned to ask if James and Rachael wanted a refill.

"Nice jocks!" James teased me, as I looked down to see them wet and tightly wrapped against my balls and cock, not hiding anything.

"Thanks mate," I responded, trying to play it down, " I like them!"

" Woo-hoo." Both Jenny and Rachael called out to me as they looked at my crotch.

" Look and enjoy ladies." I said cheekily, and then thrust my hips forward before turning to get the drinks.

As I came back with the drinks things had quietened down a bit and couples were talking more with themselves in and around the pool. I noticed one couple near the deep end where he was up on the edge and she was still in the water, looking up at him talking whilst rubbing his cock through the slit in his silk boxers. Jenny was quietly talking to Rachael and James in the water and I just thought how beautiful she looked with her breasts bobbing near the surface, her hair wet and pulled back over her head and the content look about her, completely comfortable in herself around others. James was standing behind Rachael as they faced Jenny talking and he was gently rubbing his hands over her stomach and up over her breasts in a slow rhythm as she lent back against him and I could see her nipples had become hard from his touch.

As I stood on the edge ready to give them their glasses they looked up to me.

"Wow someone is feeling good." Rachael said looking at my cock, so I looked down to see I was getting hard and standing up a little.

"Well, so is someone else." I said back to her, trying to reflect attention away from me whilst looking at her nipples to see James playing with them.

"So it appears." Jenny said as she watched James's fingers rolling Rachael's nipples, obviously unaware of what was happening, as she was engrossed in conversation before. " Besides that," looking back at my cock again, " I think someone is going to feel great later." Then she looked up into my eyes again as I was slipping back into the water with her.

A few more drinks were had with basically everyone still in the same spots until Jenny said, "I think I have to get out now before I turn into a prune."

"Good idea Jen!" Rachael said and then the two girls jumped up out of the pool n front of James and I.

"Shit that looks Good!" we both basically said together as we saw both their arse's sticking out in front of us with just a little string between both their cheeks. The girls teased us together, shaking their bums before going over to lie down on the recliner lounges facing us.

"My god hun, you are going to cop it later tonight." I said as I looked at her see through, tiny patch of panties just covering her pussy and not hiding anything.

"You are very sexy indeed Jenny and that is a great g-string you are trying to hide your pussy with. I should get some like that for Rachael." James added, staring obviously between my wife's legs.

"Wow they do look good Jenny, I think I will have to get some of those if that is the reaction you get from them." Rachael said before Jenny put her legs together and slightly blushing.

"They feel very comfortable and I'm glad you all like them," was all Jenny could respond with, but I sensed, in her drunken state, she was a little aroused from the fact they could see her that way. Her nipples on her exposed breasts were very hard. 

I jumped out of the pool with an empty drink, ready for another when I realised I had to adjust my cock in my pants again, as I was as hard as I could go from having the visions I had in front of me. I grabbed everyone's glasses and refilled them without asking and Jenny followed me to the bar as I did.

"You look dynamite bub, I am desperate to have you." I told her as she cuddled into me.

"You don't mind me like this?" she asked.

"Are you kidding?

"Well I just feel that I would be more out of place if I were to get dressed in front of everyone while we are all like this and besides I don't mind being dressed like this, whether it is the drink or not, but I think it feels o.k., as they are not our closest friends either, I am just more relaxed."

"Then don't you dare put another thing on, you are the best looking here, and I think Rachael and James admire you." I said. 

"Let's go and sit down on the lounge out by the pool together and have a drink to ourselves for a minute." I continued.

As we stepped out we saw James had jumped on to the recliner that Jenny had left and was nuzzling in close to Rachael, resuming his playful touches with her nipples. We sat down and then looked at the other couples in the pool and they all seemed to be in an embrace with each other. The couple, with him on the edge and her in the pool rubbing his cock had gone a bit further and she now had his cock out through the slit and was sensually licking and lightly kissing the tip of it.

I looked at Jenny who looked around to the others as well and then saw her notice the same couple and her eyes just grew bigger and she stared straight at them. I hugged in close to her and lightly kissed her neck then reached up to cup her breast and rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger.

Jenny didn't take her eyes off the couple in the pool, now in a full sucking situation and reached across to my cock and pulled it out of the top of my boxers. She began to stroke it with a steady pace and although I don't totally think she realised she was doing it in plain view I wasn't going to stop her. 

I kept playing with her nipples, one at a time, whilst I looked around to all the others again. James was now nuzzled into Rachael sucking on her nipples and I saw her g-string was pushed to one side with her legs open and he had two fingers deep inside of her. The girl in the pool was sucking her husband's cock like it would be the last time and the other couples were lightly exploring as well.




The Party



We're at church. Marc hasn't seen me since just before the move. I'm wearing a black sequined tank top, a black pencil skirt and black patent pumps. My hair is down and curled in big Hollywood curls. I look so different he stares at me as I walk towards him and Eric. Eric is there to pick up his saxophone that he left the night before in the choir room. The door is locked so we walk around to the other door. I ask Eric if he likes playing with the band and tell him I think he's really talented. We get to the steps up to the door. Eric continues in to the hall where Roni's party is going on. I tell him I think the saxophone is the sexiest instrument. He says I look amazing. I would definitely be a saxophone if I were an instrument. He asks me if I know what my fingering would be if I were a saxophone. Then Bonnie comes out and says hi. We look at each other and decide to go in. 

He goes to the bathroom. When he comes back I ask to talk to him privately. We go upstairs to the youth room. I say he asked me a question earlier, does he want the answer? He says yes, show me. I take his left hand and put it at my waist. Then I take his right hand and say I want him to run his hand through my hair and use it to pull me back to "play" my neck. We kiss. Our breathing is heavy and deep. He puts his tongue in my mouth. We kiss passionately, sucking in as much air as we can through our noses. He moans, and then I do. He pulls my hair gently and kisses down my neck. He rests his lips on my collar bone. I can feel his cock getting hard. He breathes on my neck, moaning.

His hand is on my lower back, sliding down to my butt. He pulls me in closer and we kiss. Backing up, he lays me on the couch and lies on top, kissing me passionately. His hips are rubbing into me. I moan. He pulls up and looks at me. I take my tank top off, revealing my lacy burgundy bra. He moans softly. I ask if he has a condom. He says he put one on earlier in the bathroom. I ask why? He says he got hard just looking at me earlier. I smile mischievously. I pull his shirt off and run my hands down his chest, to his belt buckle. His pants are off and so is my skirt. He bends over me with his hands on my waist and kisses me with tongue. He gets up and so do I. I'm still wearing my bra and underwear. And my black patent pumps. He is wearing his boxers but his cock is starting to peak out. 

He pulls me to him and while he kisses me, he slides my underwear off. I can feel his cock rubbing against me, firm and throbbing. His arms trace up my back to my bra. He pulls back and kisses down to my breasts, sucking along the edge of the cups, up my chest. I slip his boxers off. His cock is fully out now. He unclips my bra and lays me down on the couch again. My right leg is off the side, my left bent back towards my chest. His hand glides down from my ankle to the top of my thigh. 

He's moaning softly. I am so wet I can't wait anymore. He slides into me and penetrates me. I groan at the pain and moan at the feeling of him inside me. He asks if it's too much. I say no, it's just been a while. He smiles and begins thrusting slowly, coming almost all the way out and going as far in as he can. I moan loudly. My breathing is shallow and quick. 

My hands are on my breasts, tugging and clawing. His right hand is holding my leg, his left trailing down my stomach towards my clit. He uses his thumbs to lightly caress it. I suck in air and moan. His breathing is heavy and steady. He begins to thrust faster. He rubs my clit harder and I pull at my nipples. I cum. He keeps thrusting, but shallower and slower to give me a small break before he makes me cum again. My fingers claw at his chest. I tell him to stop and stand up. 

I stand up and brace my hands against the wall. My right leg up on the couch, he enters me from behind. He hits my g-spot and I moan. I tell him to pull out and go in slowly. When he hits the spot again I tell him to push into me there. He begins to thrust again and his cock pounds into my g-spot. I am moaning loudly. His hands are holding my waist. I rub my clit with my left hand. I moan again, louder still. God, fuck me. I tell him to keep going. Harder now. I rub myself in circles. I can feel myself start to tense. I tell him harder! As I cum, I shake. My breathing is deep and quick. My heart is beating so fast. He thrusts slower and deeper. I brace myself with both hands again. He puts his leg up on the couch. He's deeper still and reaches his hand around. His fingers are rubbing just above my clit. He relaxes back and thrusts shallower. He aims for my g-spot again and I moan. Oh God! He pounds harder and harder. I tighten and rub my clit furiously. I cum harder than before. I'm gasping for breath. 

He pulls out and I continue to tremble. I tell him I've never cum harder in my life. He smiles and lies on the couch. I pull gently on his cock, it's throbbing. I run my hand up and down his cock a few times. He's moaning now. I place myself on top of him, his cock fully in me. I gyrate my hips back and forth and around, coming up slightly with each change in direction. His breathing is quick now. He tells me he's close. I can feel myself tightening again. His hands grab my breasts and play with my hard nipples. I move my hips faster and pound him in me more. My hands run through my hair and he moans louder. He's on the brink. I pound harder and harder and we both cum. He takes my waist and thrusts himself up in me as far as he can as he cums. I rub my clit to get the most out of my orgasm. He releases me and I get off of him. We're both breathing so hard. 

I lay next to him on the couch. His arms are around me. I rub his chest. I tell him that we should get dressed and get back to the party. I get up and get dressed and so does he. My shoes were on the whole time. I ask him if he likes playing the saxophone as much as I do. He smiles and kisses me. We walk down to the party and out the door of the hall. 

Outside he pulls me in and kisses me deeply. I look at him. He starts to say he misses me but can't quite get the words out as he stammers. I stop him and tell him I know. He kisses me and tells me he loves me. I love him too. I ask him to call me tomorrow after work so we can talk and I can help him get clean from his shift. He smiles and kisses me deeply again. He says he wishes I didn't have to go back to the party. I say I know and we pull apart. I turn around and go towards the door. I can hear him behind me. Hey! I turn and he kisses me again. I tell him goodbye and he leaves.



The Party



John stood silently as he watched his wife applying the finishing touches to her make-up.

"How do I look honey?" She asked happily.

"You look beautiful as always my little princess." John answered.

"Thank you honey, I love you so much." She replied walking towards him.

"I love you too Beth. We better make a move otherwise we will be late." John said.

Beth grabbed her purse and turned out the lights before joining her husband in the car. As she climbed into the passenger seat, John watched her dress rise slightly, revealing the tops of her sexy black stockings. Beth smiled back at him as she watched his lustful gaze over her legs.

"You will have to wait until later, and then you can see everything that is underneath this dress." Beth teased.

John smiled at his wife before pulling off the drive and heading to the party. Beth was excited about the party. It would be the first time she had met any of her husband's colleagues, and the first time she had been out since giving birth 8 months ago.

John and Beth had been married for 8 years, but only recently had their first child together. John was 34 years old while Beth was slightly younger at 29. They struck everybody they met as the perfect couple.

John was tall and handsome. He worked extremely hard but still found time to be the perfect husband, and now father. Beth was beautiful. She stood 5"6 with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. Tonight her hair had been curled and she truly looked like a princess.

Since giving birth Beth had gone from a size 8 to a size 10. It took her time to get used to her curvier bum but she was delighted with her new bust, and so was John. During the pregnancy Beth had gone from a 32B to a 32 DD. But since she had stopped breast feeding her bust settled to a 32C. She had gone from petite to curvy, and she loved it. Beth was also a shy person but in no way was she a bimbo. She too was a dedicated wife and mother.

Johns company had been awarded a very large contract, and to celebrate he had been invited, along with his colleagues to one of the executives homes for a party. It was more like a mansion John thought as he pulled into the grounds.

John and Beth were greeted at the entrance by a waiter in a suit. He offered them champagne as they entered the house and followed the other guests. 

After meeting many of her husband's colleagues, Beth and the party were in full swing. John was politely asking his wife to go easy on the drink before he was interrupted by the host, his boos Don.

"Hello John. I was meaning to catch up with you earlier, but as you can see I have a lot of guests to meet." Don said offering his hand to John.

"It's no problem Don." John said shaking the man's hand.

"I must say you have a beautiful home Don." Beth chipped in.

Don turned to Beth and was instantly taken in by her beauty. 

"Don, I'd like to introduce you to my wife Bethan." John said.

"Please ...call me Beth." She smiled.

"Hello Beth, I must say you are a very beautiful woman. I am happy that you like my home, and if John doesn't mind, maybe I could give you a grand tour later on." Don smiled as he took Beth's hand and kissed it gently.

"I'd really like that." Beth said blushing.

"Well ...I'll leave you both to enjoy your evening and maybe I'll see you a bit later on." Don said before shaking Johns hand again.

John laughed off the innocent flirting between his wife and his boss. Don was a nice guy and as far as John knew, had no reputation of hitting on employees wives. He also trusted Beth, he had seen many a man hit on his wife only to see them let down.

John was deep in conversation with one of his team when Beth politely interrupted them to say she was going outside for a cigarette. She only smoked when she was drinking, a habit she couldn't kick. John hated her smoking but knew it was easier to let her go. 

As Beth went outside to join the other smokers she noticed Don enjoying a cigar with two other men. 

"Mind if I join you gentlemen?" Beth smiled as she pulled out her cigarettes.

"Not at all my dear, here let me get you a light." Don said.

The three men watched intently as this beautiful woman sucked hard on her filtered cigarette. Don watched her enticing cleavage rise as she inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs. Then all three men watched as she exhaled a thick plume of smoke into the warm night sky. 

Don introduced the other two men as company directors. They talked for a short time as Don kept refilling Beth's glass and lighting her cigarettes. None of these men knew Beth, but it was easy to see that she was approaching very drunk.

All three men looked at each other with knowing smiles on their faces as they eyed this young wife. Beth was wearing a sexy black dress which hung 4 inches above her knee. The thin straps of her dress rested softly on her shoulders. It would be so effortless to peel those straps down. There was no sign of bra straps, but as the men stole glances at her cleavage they could see the top of her black bra cups peeking out of her dress. 

Being a shy person around strangers Beth never realised the effect she had on men when she was drunk. Sure if she was in a club or bar she would understand that most guys were hitting on her. But here at a respectable party with wives and girlfriends, she naively felt safe and secure.

As Beth crushed out her third cigarette in a row, she felt the nicotine rush to her head. Mixed with the alcohol she felt good. 

Don refilled her glass again before putting his arm around her waist. As he took in a breath to speak, his cock twitched in his pants. The strong smell of her perfume filled his nostrils and took over his senses.

"I think it's time for your grand tour Bethan ...what do you think?" Don grinned.

"I would love too, if you mind that is." Beth said.

"Not at all my dear, follow me." Don said.

Don removed his arm from around Beth's waist before he gently slid it down and across her arse cheeks. His cock twitched again as he offered his arm to Beth. She happily took it as she sipped on her champagne.

The other two men laughed as they went to rejoin the party. Don's partner in crime Mike winked at Don as he left.

Meanwhile back at the party, John had lost track of the time. Half an hour had passed since his wife had gone for a cigarette. He quickly went outside expecting to see her puffing away, but his heart sank when he realised she wasn't there.

"Excuse me; have you seen a blonde woman in a black dress out here?" John said to the smoking couple.

"She went inside with Don as we came out here." The red headed woman replied.

"How long ago was that?" John snapped.

"About 10 minutes ago." She answered

John tried to act calm as he came back inside. He stood still scanning the room with his eyes in the hope he would see Don or his wife. Another 10 minutes passed before John grabbed one of the waiters and asked if he knew where Don was. 

"Sorry sir but I can't help you. Ask one of the security staff." The waiter said pointing to a large suited man.

John walked hurriedly towards the man trying to hide any indication that something was wrong.

"Excuse me, have you seen Don?" John asked.

"No sorry sir. He should be around somewhere." The guard replied.

"Please ...it's really urgent, I must speak with him." John pleaded.

"I am very sorry sir, but unless it's a life or death situation he is not to be disturbed." The guard grew agitated.

John almost panicked when he heard the words "not to be disturbed".

"What do you mean he is not to be disturbed? This is very urgent." John pressed.

"Look pal, he is entertaining a guest. It will have to wait." The guard said.

John stood back for a second. A million thoughts ran through his mind as he felt his heart begin to race. 

"Please ...you must help me. I think that guest is my wife." John begged.

The security guard could see the panic on Johns face. He thought most of the woman who Don seduced had their husband's permission anyway. But he could see that John had no idea what had happened to his wife.

"Quickly ...get in here." The guard demanded as he opened a door.

John quickly entered the room before the guard. He felt slightly relieved.

"Ok listen to me and I'll help you. If you don't I'll throw you out without your wife. Understand?"

"Yes ...I promise ill do as you say." John said.

"There is a private room where Don sometimes takes female guests. Now I can show you this room, but you can only watch what's going on inside. You will be able to see and hear what's happening, but they won't be able to hear you. And you won't be able to enter the room either." He told John.

"But I don't want her in that room, or with Don!" John shouted.

"Look man, take it or leave it. I shouldn't even be doing this much. I get paid good money to run his security; I'm not fucking it up because some guy can't keep his wife in check."

"Ok ...ok ...this situation is fucked up enough already." John said putting his hands on his head.

"I feel for you man, I really do. I can see you don't want this, but I'm not going to let you have access to that room. Your wife may not even be in there anyway. But if she is ...and you don't like what's going on ...don't kick off. I'm warning you."

John knew this was his only option. After listening to the guard he felt a little hope that maybe Beth wasn't with Don. But something inside of him was saying otherwise.

The security guard led John into a small office. Immediately he noticed a large window that looked into another room. As John approached the glass the room he was standing in suddenly went dark. He turned around in time to see the office door close and then he heard it lock.

Turning back to look into the other room, John noticed a waiter entering carrying a tray. On the tray was a bottle of champagne with 3 glasses. The waiter opened the bottle before lighting the fire. John watched on in total shock as he witnessed this room being set up for his wife's seduction. He still clung on to the hope that his wife would not be the female to enter that room with Don.

Five minutes after the waiter had left the room John checked his watch; it had been 40 minutes since he had seen his wife.

Suddenly he heard voices. He began to shake and his tension began to rise as he watched Don enter the room with Beth on his arm. They were giggling like school kids as Don led her to the open champagne. Don filled the three glasses as Beth looked around the room. She turned to the window and looked straight at her husband.

"Beth!" John shouted as he banged on the glass.

"That's a lovely mirror Don; I bet it cost a fortune." She said.

John sank back onto the chair as he watched his wife. She had no idea she was being watched. Then a second man entered the room.

"Here you go Mike ...Beth." Don said handing them their glasses. 

As Beth sipped her champagne both men approached her. Mike put his arm around her waist as she giggled, and then Don rubbed his hand softly up and down her back.

"You're so beautiful Beth." Don said smiling at her.

"Thank you Don, but shouldn't we be getting back to the party?" Beth said.

"We have time." Don said moving his lips to her neck.

Beth gave out a sigh as she closed her eyes. Don's lips caressed her neck softly as he made his way to her shoulder.

"Please ...you must stop. I'm married." Beth said half heartedly.

"So are we." Mike said with a smirk.

John watched horrified as the three of them laughed. 

"No ...seriously, we must stop. Somebody might come." Beth said.

"Hopefully we all will." Mike joked.

Don and Mike knew it was a token plea, and so did John. Don quickly moved in front of Beth and began to smooth his fingers up and down her arms. Mike stood behind her with his hands running up and down the sides of her body. Her dress felt smooth and silky as he pushed his groin into her behind.

John watched powerlessly as two of his bosses seduced his wife. The tension in his pants had been there a while before he looked down at it. It never registered in his mind that he had become erect. John sat back and instinctively unzipped his pants. 

Don was kissing her neck before he took both shoulder straps in his fingers. Johns cock twitched as he watched them being pulled down his wife's arms. Beth threw her head back as Don moved his lips down to her breasts. As Don let go of the straps the dress fell down a few inches to reveal her lacy bra covered breasts.

Mike gently slid the dress up to her waist, revealing the tops of her stockings and garter belt. All three of them moaned in unison. Mike quickly sank to his knees and began to kiss Beth's cheeks whilst Don unclasped her bra. Don wasted no time in cupping both of her breasts, weighing them up in his hands. As he caressed both globes he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. 

Beth was swaying slightly with her eyes closed as she absorbed the pleasure these two men were giving her. As Don expertly sucked on her nipple and massaged her breasts, Mike was removing her panties. The cool breeze of fresh air between her legs was soon replaced by the heat from the fire and her own furnace.

Mike was back kissing her cheeks as he pulled down her dress. Mike then ran his finger tips so delicately up the backs of her legs as she stepped out of the dress.

By now John was slowly stroking his cock as he watched Don step away from his wife to look her up and down. 

Nobody would have guessed that eight months ago this beauty was giving birth. Her breasts were firm and full and her stomach was practically flat. John knew these men were going to enjoy his wife's body, and he could do nothing about it. Beth was standing totally exposed in front of these two men. Mike walked around to the front and both men were now staring at her beautiful body. They each put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. Beth smiled at them as she sank to her knees.

They both assisted her as she tried to unbuckle their pants single handily. Everyone watching could see the smile grow on Beth's face as the two cocks sprung free. She quickly took them both in her hands and began to stroke them gently. The room soon filled with male groans of pleasure.

Beth took Dons cock tightly in her grip as she continued to stroke Mike. Don pushed her lush blonde hair out of the way as she tilted her head sideways slightly. Leaning into Dons lap, Beth licked his thick cock three times before sinking her head over the engorged head.

Don groaned out loud as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

Beth soon got a rhythm going as she bobbed up and down on Dons length in time with the strokes she was giving Mike.

Beth loved giving head to her husband but this was different. Don's cock was slightly longer but much thicker. She could feel it pulsing as she took him to the back of her throat. 

Before giving Mike his turn she took Dons cock out of her mouth and tilted her head sideways. Don was now groaning louder as she started to run her tongue and lips up and down the underside of his pole. She then took him deep one last time as she squeezed his balls.

Mike welcomed the exchange as she took his cock deep into her mouth. He cupped her breasts as she hungrily went to work on his cock. Holding the base of his cock she wanked him slowly as she swallowed the head and swirled her tongue around it.

John stopped stroking his cock in fear that he would shoot his load all over the room. He had never felt this aroused as she sat watching the show. His wife oblivious to what was going on as she happily fellated his bosses.

Mike kept his cock buried deep in Beth's mouth as he moved backwards to a chair. As he sat down he lifted Beth's head and pulled her up slightly. He gave her a deep lingering kiss before squashing her breasts around his cock.

Beth knew what he wanted as he looked deep into her eyes. Holding her D cup bust tightly around his cock, she began to stroke his cock. She could feel her hard nipples against the palms of her hands as she held firm and smothered his cock. Little droplets of pre cum seeped out of his tiny slit and onto her breasts.

"Ok Mike, you've had your fun now it's my turn again." Don laughed.

"Fuck me she got some great tits." Mike cursed.

"Come here Beth and sit on my lap." Don instructed.

Beth obeyed him like a little wanton slut. The pre cum on Beth's breasts glistened as she stood up and walked towards Don. Don sat stroking his cock as he watched this young wife obeying his demand.

"Turn around and face away from me Beth. Then take my cock and guide it into your pussy." Don said.

Beth smiled as she turned around and reached back for Dons cock. Taking it firmly in her grasp, Beth sat back on his lap slowly. Guiding his cock to her pussy she paused to rub the head against her opening. 

"Fuck the dirty little bitch is soaking." Don groaned.

Beth began to lower herself onto him. Inch by inch she slowly filled her pussy with his cock. Soft moans escaped her lips as the intense pleasure began to take over her. Beth paused for a few seconds to allow her pussy to adjust to his size. Don however wasted no time in grinding his hips into her. This caused him to go deeper and Beth couldn't help but respond.

John was overtaken by lust as his eyes remained fixed on his wife. His cock was at bursting point as he watched the most sacred thing in his life pleasure two other men. He was no longer in control of his emotions as he went from lust to jealousy, jealousy to anger, anger to pain, and from pain back to lust. John hadn't noticed, but he was now stroking his cock in time with his wife.

Beth's cries of pleasure were quickly filling the room as she slammed down hard on Dons cock. Don held her hips tight as he helped push her up before pulling her back down again. 

Mike was soon standing in front of Beth offering his cock to her lips, and she happily obliged by opening her mouth.

With two cocks slamming into her body it didn't take long for the knot in her stomach to tighten. Don felt the walls of her womb clamp tight around his cock as she let Mikes cock slip from her mouth. Beth grabbed a hold of the chair as her orgasm neared. Don continued to pull her down hard until she screamed at the top of her lungs. Beth's body shock violently as Don pulled her down hard and kept her still. His cock was already buried deep inside her womb when she began to spasm on his pole.

Beth barely had time to compose herself as Mike pulled her up and led her to another chair. Her mind still fuzzy as Mike forced her over the chair and sunk his cock deep into her pussy. 

"Ohhhhh ...fuck ...Ummmm ...yes ...fuck me deep!" She demanded.

"That's it Mike, fuck the bitch hard. Give her what she wants." Don laughed.

Mikes face was full with concentration as he thrust his cock as hard as he could. Beth was soon screaming again as a new cock ploughed into her, trying to get deeper with every lunge. 

John looked down at his own cock as he felt his pre cum lubricating his strokes.

Don took up position in front of Beth as he ran his cock across her face and lips. Beth smiled in between her groans as she tried to take his cock into her mouth. 

She could smell her own juices as Don slapped her face with his cock. But she soon tasted her juices as he pushed between her parting lips and filled her pretty little mouth.

Beth loved the pleasure these two men gave her as they used her body. She had totally forgotten about her husband as she concentrated on her next release, and it didn't take long as Don and Mike fed her their meat. 

Mike didn't slow down as her second orgasm approached, his hands gripping her waist as he drove deep into her body. Holding onto the back of the chair, Beth exploded on Mikes cock. Don's cock slipped from her mouth as she once again filled the room with screams.




The Party



John nearly shot his load as he watched his wife have her second violent orgasm of the night. 

The party had gone on too long for Don as he stroked his cock at Beth's face. She was still screaming when the first jet of hot cum struck her face. She looked up at Don in time to receive the second jet as it hit her forehead and nose. 

As she gasped for air the third and fourth jets landed in her mouth and covered her lips. 

This also proved too much for Mike as he plunged deep into her pussy and unloaded a huge torrent of cum into her womb. Beth could taste the cum in her mouth as she felt the cock in her pussy twitch. 

As silence consumed the room, John shot his load on the floor between his legs.



The Party



I hadn't wanted to go to the party in the first place. It was only my friend Margaret nagging me that made me go.

"Come on," she had said. "You can't sit indoors on your own on a Saturday night, it's party night and Sam has the house to herself. It will be a blast."

Reluctantly I had agreed, despite my forebodings and despite knowing I wouldn't know many people there.

Within minutes of arriving, Margaret had left me to my own devices and I had last seen her flirting in the corner with one of the guys from the office.

Margaret and I are both in our mid twenties and work for a well known insurance company. We were about two years into a three year management associate program and were expected to be one of the future managers and leaders of the company. I could think of nothing worse and couldn't wait for the program to finish so I could leave and get a more interesting job. Margaret conversely loved it and ensured, in her role as a social animal, that she networked both inside and outside the company. In one of my less charitable moments I considered her networking to be only marginally different to whoring as she seemed to have slept with a large proportion of the office, not even caring about the men's marital status.

I, meanwhile, had just come out of a long term relationship that had started during my first year at university and I had remained loyal to my man throughout the relationship. It was a shame he hadn't and while I could never prove it, I was not entirely convinced he and Margaret had not overstepped the boundaries of a platonic friendship on a couple of occasions.

As I walked around the party sipping my drink, smiling politely as people said "hi" and did a similar walk around, I noticed Margaret had progressed from flirting to attacking the guy's tonsils with her tongue. Get a room guys!

My solitude was broken by a male voice saying to me, "They look as though they are having fun!" I turned around to see who was talking to me and my eyes met a good looking guy, about my age, tall and slim and looking at Margaret and her conquest in the corner.

"Yes," I replied. "Believe it or not I came with her and now I'm Miss Billy No Mates."

"No your not," he said. "Believe it or not I came with him, so we are both in the same boat. I'm David and I'll be you mate. What would you like to drink?"

"Well, firstly I am Louise and a white wine would be great. Thanks!"

He returned with two glasses of wine, red and white and handed me mine. "Cheers"

We clinked glasses and sipped our drinks.

"She may have come with you, but I hate to say it, but I bet he will soon be cumming with her," David said smiling.

"I think your right," I replied as the two of them broke apart to draw breath, both oblivious to us watching them.

"I've never been a voyeur before," David said. "Have you?"

I laughed, "No, but there's always a first time for anything."

As I said this, Margaret whispered something into her mans ear and he nodded and smiled. He took her hand and they left the room.

David looked at me and smiled. "Fancy some fun?"

I nodded.

"Let's follow them."

He took my hand and we too left the room. We could see them heading out into the garden.

Quietly we also went into the garden and saw them head towards a garden bench. 

They sat down and resumed their passionate kissing.

We looked for somewhere to hide when David saw the ideal place, a shed about 3 metres away from the bench.

Silently he opened the door and we entered a tidy and clean shed, its windows overlooking the bench where the passion of the kissing was increasing and both Margaret and her lover were stroking each other through their clothes.

I stood looking at them, leaning against a work bench with David partly beside me and partly behind me, leaning against me and the bench. I was amazed at myself as I was getting turned on seeing Margaret and her man obviously enjoying each others bodies.

David whispered in my ear. "Any minute now, he will have her top off."

I answered back. "What outside? Here?"

He nodded. "I bet." 

As if scripted, Margaret stopped kissing, sat up and removed her top. She put it on the arm of the bench and then removed her bra.

Their kissing resumed as David whispered in my ear, "told you."

I turned to him a smiled. "So what's next?"

"Look," he said. I turned to look out of the window to see Margaret lie down on the bench and she started to remove her jeans. They were soon on the arm of the bench and were then joined by her knickers.

"I bet John, will start undressing now." David whispered.

"Oh that's difficult to predict," I mocked smiling at David, who was now leaning further against me.

John did as David predicted and the couple were soon laying on their sides on the bench, resuming their kissing and stroking each others now naked bodies.

Margaret moved and knelt down on the grass, starting to stroke John's impressive cock before lowering her head and started going down on him.

I heard David take a deep breath as we saw Margaret's head bob up and down. 

We were both transfixed as she slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth and then started to suck him. His face was a mixture of lust and agony as he was clearly loving what she was doing.

I was amazed at how turned on and if I had been on my own, I would have ripped my knickers off and started playing with myself.

David moved a bit and was now standing more behind me than beside me. I then felt his hand glance across my lower back. Was it done on purpose? I didn't move and he then placed his hand on my lower back. Again I didn't move. He started moving his hand a bit lower towards the top of my buttocks. I couldn't help myself, but I moaned as his hand went lower and started stroking my buttocks through my skirt.

I pushed myself back against him as he continued stroking me and we both looked as the action changed outside and Margaret was now sitting on the bench and David was between her open legs licking her. 

David's stroking became more adventurous and he was now looking for the zip of my skirt. He soon found it and slowly lowered it, before he then lowered the skirt. I stepped out of it as his hands resumed stroking my bum through my knickers. They were soon taken off and his hands now had total access to me. He didn't need any encouragement, but I opened my legs a bit to enable him access to what he wanted; my soaking wet, hairless, cunt. His fingers were soon inside me and I moaned as he alternated between entering me and stroking my enlarged clit.

"Oh yes," I whispered, scared that I would make too much noise.

Outside John and Margaret had stopped their oral activity and he had started fucking her with long slow strokes and I could see on her face, she was enjoying every part of the act.

I was more turned on than I could ever remember as David continued his fingering and I was aware I was soaking his exploring hand and fingers.

"I think you're enjoying this," he whispered, "Do you want to take it further?"

I nodded as I was about to lose the ability to speak, an orgasm was approaching.

He knew what he was doing to me and entered me with another finger and with his other hand he stroked my clit. This took me over the edge and I bucked against him as I came, trying desperately to be silent.

As he removed his fingers, I felt him move away and then heard the sound of a zipper being undone.

I stayed where I was still watching the live sex show going on in front of us, their movements indicating that they were approaching the end.

The next thing I knew I felt David's hard erect member between my legs looking to enter me. I opened my legs and squatted down and as I did so, he was inside me.

He started thrusting and I could tell by the urgency, he was as turned on as I was and this was going to be a quickie. I didn't care. It was what I wanted too. The sounds of sex seemed to fill the shed as we met each others thrusts and we moaned in ecstasy. 

"I'm sorry, but I cant last!" he said, trying to be quiet.

"Me neither, don't worry!"

I could feel his movements getting more urgent as my second orgasm got ever nearer. Looking outside it seemed that Margaret and John were almost there too.

I felt David stiffen and then pull out of me.

"No, inside me!" I said as quietly as I could. "I'm nearly there and on the pill!"

He re entered me and as he did, that set me off and I came, which seemed to set him off and he froze and I could feel him filling me with his hot sperm. As we looked outside, John removed himself from Margaret and she started sucking him as he clearly started cumming in her mouth.

David withdrew from me and I felt the results of our frantic love making drip sown my thigh and leg.

I turned around and kissed him. Breaking the kiss, I said. "Normally one kisses the girl before one screws her!"

He laughed. "I didn't hear you complain!"

"No you didn't. That was pretty amazing."

I turned back to look out of the window as Margaret and John were dressing and then started heading back to the party.

All of sudden I felt exposed and cold. "We should do the same," I said.

"What, shag on the bench?"

I playfully smacked him. "Not satisfied?"

"No," he replied. "Next time we should take our time," he smiled.

As I bent down to pick up my clothes, I saw his not totally flaccid prick and realised that I would very much like there to be a next time.

"A bit presumptuous isn't it thinking there will be a next time?" I teased him.

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I decided there and then that there would be a next time and bent down again, this time stopping and touching his manhood.

It jumped at my touch, and grew as I started to stroke it. I wanted it in my mouth and so knelt down and licked the end, feeling dirty as it was wet from out previous round of love making.

I sucked harder and put as much into my mouth as I could as it grew again and was soon hard.

"Like?" I said as I stopped sucking but continued stroking with my hand.

"What do you think?" he smiled.

"More?"

He nodded.

I restarted my sucking, aware that I was really turned on and started fingering myself as David started thrusting into my accommodating mouth.

I wanted him to cum. I wanted to swallow him. 

I sucked and licked and stroked him, aware of the urgency and trying not to gag on his large prick deep inside my mouth.

"I'm cumming!" he cried.

I didn't stop what I was doing as he stopped and froze and a second later my mouth was full of his hot salty sperm as he cried out: "Oh my God. Yes!"

Spurt after spurt filled my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could.

His cock lost its hardness and I let it go and stood up, as I smiled at him and lewdly licked the stray sperm from around my mouth.

"Oh my God!" was all he could say as he regained his breath. He lent forward and hugged me, before kissing me passionately and held me close, his hands around my bum, kneading my cheeks.

I moaned as he held me close and his fingers started exploring lower and into my hot wet pussy.

"Sit on the bench," he commanded.

I did so and he opened my legs, looking deeply at my open wet crack, illuminated by nothing but the moonlight.

He bent down and carefully licked me before entering me with his tongue, obviously tasting both my cum and his from our earlier escapade.

He licked and sucked, rubbed my hard clit that was standing proud. He changed positions a bit and moved me so he could get better access to me before lowering his finger and circling my virgin bum.

"No!" I whimpered as his wet finger circled it. But did I really mean it?

"Relax, he whispered, as my bum involuntarily opened to his gently exploring finger.

He got more moisture from my soaking wet pussy and with just the finger tip entered me.

It felt strange. Not unpleasant but exciting.

I moaned as he resumed the licking of my clit, slowly entering me more, millimetre by millimetre, before removing his finger to get more fluid from my pussy.

Soon he was finger fucking my ass as he licked me to the inevitable orgasm.

I clasped his finger, now deep inside me virgin hole, as I came, crying out and not caring who heard me, as he slowed his licking and removed his finger and let me come down from the high I had just had.

"You are a naughty man!" I mocked, still tingling from head to foot in post orgasmic bliss.

He smiled, trying to look innocent as he rudely licked his finger that had until a few moments ago been buried deep inside me.

I stood up and we started to get dressed. We silently walked back to the house, hand in hand.

"Oh there you are!" cried Margaret as we entered the house. "I was looking all over the place for you."

"We were getting a bit hot in here, so went for some fresh air," David said, not convincingly at all.

"Yes, I'm sure you did." Margaret laughed.

"We did," I replied. "You should look around the garden, it's very nice."

"I'm sure it is," she said smiling. "Anyway, I am going now, are you coming or staying?"

I looked at David who smiled at me.

"Staying," I replied, as I held his hand tight and wondered what the rest of the night had in store.



The Party



In my heart, I always knew my wife Mary slept around but I feared that if I confronted her, she might leave me. When she would come home late with some flimsy excuse, I would just play dumb as if I believed her. Other times she would literally rub my nose in it, as she would sit on my face. Telling me, she was horny she would smear her used pussy over me and then settle on my mouth instructing me to eat her. She never said she was full of another man's spunk but I always could tell by the acrid taste. If I looked up into her face I could see an evil grin, yet if she caught me looking she would grab my hair to pull my face into her deeper. 

Although neither of us understood it at the time, we were the perfect couple. For some unknown reason I become aroused by being humiliated by my wife and at the same time she gets off by humiliating me, her husband. This was not something we discussed and I don't think either one of us knew what was happening. As for other partners for my wife, I think she enjoyed the conquest and as far as she was concerned it was separate from her marriage and therefore she would not discuss it with me.

This all changed the night we invited our neighbor John over for dinner with us. With his wife out of town, Mary said he shouldn't have to dine alone and asked him to eat with us. I should have realized something was up by the way she dressed. Mary always liked to look sexy but this night she looked extra hot. I was still cooking dinner when she came in the kitchen and asked me how she looked. She was in an even shorter skirt than usual and her bare legs looked long and sexy in her open toed high heels. The blouse she wore scooped low in front with the extra cleavage showing off her big boobs. I gave her a wolf whistle as I told her how great she looked. She asked me if she made me horny and I picked up my apron to show her my hard on, she gave me a big smile as she grabbed me to give me a big squeeze.

During dinner, John couldn't keep his eyes off my wife's chest, and to tell the truth with all that exposed flesh I couldn't either. After we ate, we sat in the front room enjoying cocktails when Mary came over to me she bent over to kiss me and I realized that John probably had a good view up her skirt. She then went and sat next to him on the couch,

"James don't you feel sorry for Johnny tonight all alone with no woman to make him happy."

She was talking to me but she was looking at John. She put her hand on his thigh,

"I bet I could make him happy, that's all right with you James, isn't it?"

John was looking right at me when I said, "Yes Dear."

Mary moved her hand from his thigh to his crotch as she leaned over and kissed him. As for John he put both hands on her breasts first to squeeze and then to pinch her large nipples. She stopped what she was doing long enough to take her top off and then after instructing me to unhook her bra she went back to kissing our neighbor. When I stood to do as I was told my erection was sticking out obscenely, I walked over and unhooked her bra giving John free access to her breasts. She tersely told me to go back and sit, which I did. She then stood up in front of him and began to undo his pants and after he lifted up off the couch, she slid his pants and underwear down. 

I watched as she bent over to put him in her mouth, now I had the view up her skirt that he had enjoyed when she kissed me. I watched as she played with his erection and when she put him in her mouth, it was almost as if I could feel it with him. I wanted to pull my own cock out of my pants to play with it as I watched but he was so much larger than I was I felt too embarrassed to let it be seen. I saw Mary put her hand between her legs as she rubbed herself while she sucked John. As for our neighbor, he just leaned back and let my wife pleasure him as I watched. She kept bobbing her head up and down on him and then all of a sudden he grabbed her head and I knew that meant he was about to cum. He roared like an animal as he emptied his balls and my wife took it all without spilling a drop.

As soon as John finished cumming, Mary stood up walked over to me and with a kiss deposited his spunk in my mouth. I almost retched as she held my chin while her tongue swirled in my mouth so all I could do was to swallow his load. She then kissed me on the lips, and went back to sit next to him. He was now soft and wilted but she still picked it up to play with and when she saw he was finished for a while, she told him she would make him happy anytime he wanted. 

Soon after he left to go home, she then came to where I was sitting her, breasts still exposed she looked so hot. She sat on my lap,

"Are you as excited as I am?"

I just nodded my head and she said to come to the bedroom so she could fuck me. I still had the taste of our neighbor's spunk in my mouth but my erection was screaming for release so I ran after my wife. She took off her skirt and panties while I also undressed. I lay down with her and then she sat astride me as she always does. She held me as she slipped it inside her and then she picked her panties to show me how wet she got while she sucked James. I watched her as she turned them in her hand and when she got to the wet crotch, she put it in my face. It made her smile as I rooted my nose in her scent. 

I desperately needed to cum but I made myself wait for her as she rode me hard, her big tits bouncing out of control. It was when I told her how much I loved her wet cum filled kiss she gave that she came and I along with her. She lay on top of me both of us hot and sweaty, her hair hot and damp in my face.

"Mary I love you and all I want is for you to be happy."

"Well James, I not sure if I still can love you but I do love the control I have over you."

And really, what more could a wimp like me ask.



The Party



Now, I'm at this party, right? A company function. It's not quite a high society social event, but there is some money here. There's a few mid to upper level execs, and the part owner of the company, who's the host of this shindig. The rest of us are just tail waggers, putting in an appearance to let the higher ups know we're all part of the team. 

The party is 95% couples, and a few singles (all men). I am a part of the later. I won't elaborate about the 101 reasons I got from my wife for not being here. Let's just say that... things at home are sub par at best. That's all I'll say about that. 

I'm leaning against the wall, by the table next to the bar sipping a vodka and tomato juice, occasionally snacking on finger food from the table. Just standing there checking my watch, politely waving to co workers as they pass through the room. A few, "How ya doin's?" for the ones passing by that are close enough to hear. For the most part, I am invisible to the masses at this party, just waiting on the polite time to excuse myself and go home. 

Through the years, I found that people watching can help make the time pass a little more quickly. As I scan the rooms, I see people in separate huddles. Probably talking about what sucks in this company, how to make it better, what's wrong with the world, and how the local sports teams are playing. Basically, the same office chatter, only now with wives and/ or girlfriends in tow. 

As I look to my left, two of the groups have finished whatever the chat session was about. They all start going their separate ways. It's then I notice this nice looking woman standing alone next to the fireplace. She looks to be in her late 30's, medium to light blond shoulder length hair. She's wearing a modest evening dress that shows that she has a good figure, not that of a playmate, but she doesn't hurt the eyes. She's about 5'4" tall , maybe about a buck twenty five weight wise. She looks like she exercises to keep in shape, but doesn't use weights. My guess is that she has had a few kids along the way, and keeps herself in shape mostly for these events to make hubby look good.

She is an interesting people watch because she is staring into another room, sipping the wine and nibbling on here cuticles. She would probably be biting her nails, if she hadn't just gotten them done. Although her eyes are fixed on her subject, there is no sparkle in them. Her facial expression and body language is that of one who is depressed, or lacking confidence. Not that I'm an expert, it's just the way she looks to me. 

I look over to try to get an idea as to who or what has her attention. All I see is a group of 7-8 men huddling. In less than a minute, the huddle disbands and splits off in all directions. I return my focus back to the woman, and see her eyes widen. I know now who she was staring at. Seems that her hubby is a guy named Frank, a mid level exec, in his early 40's, with a reputation of doing whatever it takes to get to the top. He stepped on a few toes to get where he is, and it's no surprise that he will step on more in his quest. He's a clean cut guy, close to 6' tall, brown hair and appears to be in good shape. I guess you would call him handsome to an extent. Coming from a guy, it's the best I can come up with. 

My dealings with him are minimal, some small chat here and there, and some guy talk while getting coffee. He doesn't have a warm personality, he is just determined in his work and that's it. I try to dismiss office rumors as just that, a rumor, until I know from the source that it is a fact. A few have gone around about Frank and an extremely young secretary, just out of high school. I can't confirm this rumor to say it is true, so it'll stay a rumor. However, if I was to make a guess about it, it would be something I wouldn't put past the guy. 

Frank walks up to his wife and her demeanor is unchanged. He scans the room to see if anyone is looking. Just in case he may need a Kodak moment to make it a good show. I guess he didn't get his moment, because with out saying a word to his wife, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek, and walks away. She has a look of despair as she watches him disappear into another part of the house. As he gets out of eyesight for her, she drops her head in disappointment, then notices her wine glass is empty. 

I look at my watch and say to myself, "Hey! That took up 6 minutes! I can start going over my exit lines now. I'll do one more scan of the room, then I'm out of here." 

As I look to scan the room, I'm kinda surprised to see Frank's wife standing close to me at the bar, ordering another glass of wine. As I examine her more at close range, I notice that she has very pretty blue eyes. Ones that should sparkle all the time. Still, hers didn't. It occurred to me that no amount of wine could bring that sparkle to them either. I felt sad for her, being at this party with her husband, yet she was here all by herself. 

I was interrupted from my deep analogy of the situation by someone saying, "You know, there's food right next to you on the table. That straw you're chewing has probably lost it's flavor by now." It was Franks wife.

Trying to compose myself and hide my embarrassment, also looking for a reasonable reply I said, "Yep . I'm guilty of being a straw chewer. It's a family trait, going back in my family for centuries."

She laughed and said, " Hi, I'm Lisa Campbell, I'm Frank's wife."

"Nice meeting you," I said. "I'm Mike."

"Hi Mike," was her reply, then silence. An awkward silence of maybe 15 - 20 seconds.

"You seem to be doing a good job of holding up that wall," she said. " Is that a family trait too?"

"No," I said. "Just kinda waiting here to till the window of opportunity opens to head for home."

"You're lucky you get that opportunity. We will be the last to leave."

"Too bad, I'll keep you in my thoughts when my head hits the pillow."

She giggled. "Would you mind passing some time before your departure by walking outside with me? I need a little fresh air."

"Sure," I said, " I can't think of any better way to pass the time." Her eyebrows rose a little with my sappy, and not well thought out reply.

I'm sure I was one big blush after I realized what I had just said.

No words were spoken as we walked to the back of the house and out onto the veranda. 

I just want to say at this point that I'm not the stud type. Just an average looking guy, Italian, stocky, and unfortunately quickly approaching the half century mark. My exercise is running around with my kids. I have somewhat of a spare tire that I carry around, slightly thinning black hair. You get the picture. The best trait that I have that I pride myself on this, I work hard at being a nice guy. A caring and considerate person with a somewhat offbeat sense of humor.

In the shadows, where only my mind can take me. I am somewhat of a sexual deviant, living in fantasy of romantic interludes of intense passion and desire. It was impossible to contain these thoughts as we walked to the veranda. 

We both looked out into the darkness as though each of us were alone again. She broke the silence by almost blurting out, " I see that your married, but you're alone tonight; everything ok?"

I gave her that "don't go there" look, and she seemed to understand.

The next 45 minutes were spent talking about life and raising kids over 2 more glasses of wine. She never openly admitted how unhappy she was. However, she left a good amount of clues during our conversation. To be honest, we had a great talk. It really did keep my mind from wandering to the dark side. I don't know if it was the wine or what, but she was kinda funny and witty. She spoke with great love about her 2 girls. 

She then announced that she was getting a chill, and needed to go inside.

Although it was not too late, I was getting tired. I figured I'd walk her in and politely say my goodbyes. 

When we got into the house she scanned the room looking for Frank .. I suppose while getting her wine, I never did see him, and he never came out to look for her. He was no where in site. When she realized this, her knees started to buckle, and I wondered if she know about the rumor.

I grabbed her right arm for support. It was then that she looked at me as more than a conversationalist. There was a little fire in her eyes, I assumed from anger, never the less, it was still there.

She looked at me for a few seconds then proclaimed, " I need to pee. Do you know where the bathroom is?"

I giggled at her and said, "Sure."

We walked down a hallway where the bathroom was. The door was locked. She let me know that waiting wasn't an option. After opening 3 more doors in that hallway we found a bedroom, unoccupied, with its own bathroom.

I walked her through the bedroom to the bathroom, turned on the light for her, and made sure she was in ok.

I was going to pardon myself and leave when she said, " Would you mind standing guard till I'm done? This sliding door doesn't have a lock on it."

I thought to myself DAMN!, but assured her I will wait until she was done. 

Five minutes went by, and I'm thinkin' to myself, "I bet she passed out."

As I turned to check on her, there she was, standing in the bathroom doorway, just gazing at me.

She said, " You really are a sweetheart, Mike. It's a shame your not happy. Hell, it's a shame neither one of us are." 

As she went to take a step into the bedroom she began swaying back and forth. I hurried over to her and managed to grab her under the arms before she completely fell.

Again, she looked up into my eyes, and without a second thought put her lips up to mine, very softly, slowly, sensually. Her tongue touched my lips and just the tip wiggled inside, then she pulled away.

"Don't say anything, Mike," she said. "Don't try to over think this, just lay me on the bed, and go lock the door. Everything else will work itself out."

I picked her up and carried her to the bed, gave her a kiss on the lips and locked the door. 

My mind was racing as I got to the bed. I already had a rock hard erection. "Was this really happening?" I thought to myself. "No, Mike. Don't think, let it work itself out." 

As I got back to the bed, she was struggling to get out of her dress. I stopped her and pressed my lips to hers and gave her a long slow passionate kiss. I helped roll her over on her stomach and slowly, methodically, pulled the zipper of her dress down. Every inch or so I would open the dress and plant light kisses on her back. The zipper ended at the top of her ass and so that's where the kisses ended.

I rolled her on her right side and helped her get her left arm out of the dress. Running my fingers down her arm gently to her hand, and pulling that side of the dress off. I helped her roll over to her left side to help her pull her right arm out. This time I grabbed the top of the dress with my teeth and slowly pulled it down the right arm, kissing and licking along the way. I felt the goosebumps as I did this, and a little sigh came from her lips.

I laid her back down on her stomach and knelt on her left side. I grabbed the dress at her hips, and slowly took it off.

As I leaned over to get her feet out of her dress, I felt a little tickling along my crotch. She was lightly outlining my erection through my pants. She tugged on my belt and undid it, all in one swift move. She unbuttoned my pants and had my zipper open as I was taking off my jacket. I watched her yank my pants and boxers down in one motion. She took half my cock into her mouth. I threw my jacket on the floor. She just held me there in her mouth, not moving, not sucking, nothing. I was kneeling beside her and I felt like I was impaled in the woman's mouth. She was laying on her right side, her left hand on my right hip with her eyes closed.

I regained enough composure to unhook the front of her half bra and open it. As her boobs fell out of the bra out sprung hard, tight, wide nipples making my cock jerk a little bit at this sight alone.

I felt her tongue slowly lick the underside of my cock, her fingers of her right hand gently squeezing my balls. 

I was stuck in this position. I wanted to lick and tease her nipples in the worst way, but right now my cock was happy, which made me immobile. I gently rolled her nipples in between my thumb and fore finger, feeling how hard they were, and how the flesh around them was all bumpy. I slowly ran my right hand down her stomach, and eased it under the waist of her panties. I pushed a little farther and felt a wisp of pubic hair.

She turned her hips a little and bent her left leg to give me access to her pussy. As I ran my fingers along her pussy lips, I felt her mouth slowly move up and down my cock. Her tongue swirling the head when it got there.

I parted her pussy lips with my middle finger and slid it down to the hole. I bent just the tip of it to get it inside. She was soaking wet. Just the tip of my finger opening her up made some juices leak out. I curled my finger in a little farther and flattened my hand, hoping the butt of my hand would rest on her clit. I used a gentle up and down motion, causing my finger to go in and out of her pussy and my hand to rub her clit. I could hear her muffled moans as I was doing this. 

I thought this would take my mind off the attention my cock was getting, but now she was sucking a little harder and the vibrations from the moans made it almost unbearable to hold back much longer. She could sense my dilemma and started squeezing my balls even tighter. She wanted me to cum in her mouth. The thought of that excited me even more. The prospect of that was VERY enticing, but was that what I wanted to do?

I slowed down my massaging of her clit and slowly pulled my finger out of her pussy. I heard and felt her moan again. This made her suck even harder. I felt my balls start to tighten and my cock got even harder. I was close to exploding 

Just as the wave began to hit, I pulled my hand out of her panties, quickly grabbing and squeezing the base of my cock. I pulled it out of her mouth. I felt my cock start to jerk, it was ready to cum. I was taking deep breaths, squeezing my cock and praying it wouldn't shoot all over her and the bed.

She looked up at me and said, "It would have been ok for you to cum. I wanted to taste you." 

I took her head in my hands and gave her a deep passionate kiss and said, "I know, and I appreciate that. God only knows how long it's been since that's happened. But, there are so many things I want to do with you right now, and time is not on our side. Who knows how long it would take me to build up another shot."

She laughed and said, "I understand," then laid back on the bed. 

I wasted no time in getting her bra and panties off, along with the rest of my clothes. I took a few seconds to look at her. She was almost peaceful for the first time tonight. I looked down at my cock and saw pre cum oozing from it. It was somewhat at peace now, too. 

I got on the bed, and bent over her. As she opened her eyes, I looked in them then kissed her. Our mouths wide open now. Tongues dueling. I licked her lips, her teeth, anything I could lick. Then gently bit her bottom lip. I kissed her chin, eyelids, cheeks, nibbled on her earlobes and slowly kissed down her neck to her boobs. I ran my right hand down her left side, along her hip down the outside of her thigh. With my fingertip I circled her knee. My lips found her right nipple and encircled it, not really touching it, just kinda hovering over it. I ran my hand up inside her thigh and covered her pussy with it. I could feel her nipple tighten and get hard as I did this.

I ran my index finger slowly up and down her pussy feeling the wetness. I gently pushed it in getting the tip wet, then slid my finger up to her clit. As my lips circled her nipple I began to lightly suck on it. My finger traced the outline of her clit and she moved her hips up and started moaning out loud. As I sucked a little harder on her nipple I lightly flicked her clit with the tip of my finger. A long moan escaped her lips "Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She bucked her hips up to get more friction from my finger. Just as she started to rotate her hips. I pulled my finger away, giving her nipple one last hard suck and backed off. She was lightly panting now with her eyelids squeezed tight, rotating her hips, and I'm not touching her. 

I kissed over to her left nipple, slowly starting to lick it. Putting my hand back on her pussy, I run my index and middle finger along the lips. As I flick my tongue along the tip of the nipple, I push both fingers deep inside her pussy and flutter them there. She lifts her hips to push my fingers in farther, letting out "OOOOOHHHHHHHH ....... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH."

As I pull my fingers partly out I curl them a little, trying to massage her g-spot ... "AAAAHHHHHHHHHH" .... And I feel her pussy clamp around my fingers. My fingers are soaked from her juices. I slowly and methodically push them in and out of her pussy, hitting the g-spot on the way out every time.

I sense that her orgasm is approaching. With one last lick of her nipple, I pull my fingers from her pussy, her hips arch way up off the bed. "AAARRRGGGHHHHHHH! DON'T STOP!" She looks like she is in agony as I back off her body. 

The dark side of my mind sees the masterpiece I have created. My still hard cock oozes more precum. I kiss her lips gently, and start licking my way down between her boobs, down her stomach to the patch of her pubic hair.

She is gyrating her hips with soft moans coming from her lips. I lick down to her pussy and take her right lip in between my lips and suck gently, my chin is soaked from her pussy. I lick over to her left lip and do the same. Sucking on it a little harder, then pulling off. Running my tongue up between her pussy lips, coming to rest on her clit.

She lifts her hips to meet my tongue, then pants, "What Now?" 

I'm grinning to myself now. I know that it won't take much to make her cum. I start to flick my tongue on the tip of her clit, ever so lightly though. I slide my right hand underneath us, finding her steaming wet pussy and slide two fingers in again. I slowly pull them out as her hips lift up again. My fingers are soaked from her juices. I slide them down her pussy to her asshole and push the tip of my index finger in. "UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHH" as I wiggle my finger.

I enclose my lips around her clit, and start sucking and licking it like she did to me. I pushed my finger in her ass a little more, then felt it clench. I knew that's as far as it was going. It made it in to the first knuckle. 

I pull it out a little. As I push it back in, I slide my thumb in to her pussy and start rotating them.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH OOOHHHHHHHHHHH."

My lips clamp tightly around her clit now. I start running my tongue from the base to the tip. As I increase my speed on her clit, her hips lift up. Her pussy and asshole start to clench on my finger and thumb. I lick the base of her clit one more time, then start flicking the tip of it with my tongue. Almost brutally assaulting her clit, her climax hits her. "WWWWWHHHHOOOOAAAA!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her hips bucking uncontrollably. Her pussy and ass spasming out of control, a flow of pussy juice leaks from her pussy, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MMMMYYYYYYYY GGGGGGGGGOOOODDDDDD!!" 

Now is my time. I know without further warning. I pull my lips from her clit and take my fingers from her ass and pussy. My cock is wet from my own juices. I get between her legs and lift them over my shoulders, burying my cock inside her drenched pussy. I let it sit there for a few seconds. I can feel that she is still cumming. I know my orgasm is close. My mind is as excited as my body. With short hard strokes I start to pound away. Fast hard strokes. She is one long orgasm now, but I can feel that her big one is close. I'm trying to hold off for that. 




The Party



Lauren and Steve entered the front door. Max welcomed them in. Music was pumping on the sound system behind him and Lauren could hear the people chatting and clinking glasses. Beth and Max always through the best parties.

"Hey, come on in," Max beckoned.

"We bring gifts!" Steve brandished the bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Good good!" Max walked backwards through the hall towards the main party area, "Come on through."

He led them through to the kitchen. It was filled with other party guests, most of which Lauren had never met.

"Just stick the bottle down there next to the others," Max waved a hand at a sideboard filled with various different bottles of wine and spirits.

"This is Andrew..." Max introduced.

"Hi!" Andrew waved at the couple and went back to his conversation.

"The guy Beth's talking to is Lee," Max indicated his wife who was chatting to a young black guy.

Beth and Lauren had been friends since school, and that's how the couples knew each other. Beth had married Max, and now her belly was swollen with a child. Motherhood definitely suited her as she looked so much more relaxed than she had previously.

Beth and Lee both said hi.

"Is Cindy here yet?" Lauren asked the group.

Cindy and Lauren had also been friends since school. Best friends. Their near identical physiques and long honey blonde hair had earned them nickname 'the terrible twins'. Though really it was only Cindy's behaviour that was bad; she seemed to have a new male admirer every week.

"I haven't seen her," Max turned to his wife, "you?"

"Not yet," Beth looked to Lauren. "She said she's meeting someone first."

"I know," Lauren nodded, "she wants me to meet him. Her new guy. Have you met him?"

"No. But I don't think he's her guy, not yet anyway." Beth explained, "I get the feeling she's not slept with him yet, so don't say anything to ruin it."

"No of course not," Lauren smiled.

"Hang on," Max interjected, playing the good host, "let me take you up to the coat room so you can ditch your things."

They walk upstairs, and enter the spare room.

"Just throw your things down on the bed," Max pointed to the pile of coats already spread out on the bed. "Careful with that door, the handle's screwed, don't let it close."

They party for a bit.

Cindy entered, her arm interlocked with a well built black guy's.

"Lauren, this is Marcus, Marcus, Lauren," she nudged Marcus forward.

"I've heard a lot about you," Marcus bowed.

"All bad I hope," Lauren winked.

"Come," Cindy took hold of her friend¡¯s shoulders, "girl talk."

They moved out of Marcus' earshot.

"Oh my god," Cindy flapped her hand near her face as if she was about to faint, "isn't he the hottest?"

"Cindy, I had no idea!" She had to admit she was impressed this time. Marcus was way better looking than the string of losers she normally paraded around with. And sexy too.

"I know!" She continued to flap. "Gorgeous. I totally hope to hook up with him tonight. I've been plotting for weeks now."

"You're not together?" Lauren asked.

"Not yet, but I hope to change that tonight," she winked. "God, imagine him sticking it in you!"

"Cindy!" Lauren blushed.

"Have you ever been with a black guy before?" Cindy raised an eyebrow.

"No I haven't."

"God it's good," Cindy closed her eyes in reverence. "They can go all night like sledgehammers. I won¡¯t be able to sit down for a week!"

"You can't say that!" Lauren was shocked, "It¡¯s a bit of a stereotype isn't it?"

"Well," Cindy winked, "here's hoping some stereotypes are true."

They party some more. Lauren catches Marcus' eye a few times but was shy of him because of what Cindy said.

Lauren remembered she left her cigarettes in her coat pocket and went to find them.

Marcus was already in the room looking for his weed. The window was open and a gust of wind blew the door shut.

Lauren tried the door to find the knob rotated uselessly. It could only be opened from the outside.

"Damn! Locked in" Lauren told him.

They sat down on the bed.

"Cigarette?" She offered him the packet.

"You've got tobacco, I've got the weed, lets roll up a joint. You smoke weed?" He asked.

"Yes, well I used to. My boyfriend doesn't like what it does to me," she flicked her blond hair over her shoulder.

"What does it do to you?" Marcus started rolling up a joint.

"I get all flirty with other guys," She winked at him. "If I start flirting with you, just slap me, okay?"

"Here," he passed the finished joint to her and she took a drag.

They smoke for a bit in silence. As she hadn't had weed in over a year, it was having quite an effect; and this weed was very strong.

"Ever done a blow back?" Marcus passed a fresh joint over to her.

She took a puff, "What's that?"

"Here, let me show you," He took the joint back from her.

He took a puff and blew it into her mouth.

"For a minute I thought you were going to kiss me," Lauren was coy.

"I see what you boyfriend means," he smiled at her.

"Another one?" He put the joint near his lips indicating another blow-back.

"Sure," she leant back a little and opened her mouth.

He does kiss her this time. She felt his tongue move in past her lips. She licked at it in her mouth.

They became entwined on the bed her dress was riding up and her knickers bunch. He gets a finger inside her.

"Look," she tried to stop him, "didn't you come here with Cindy?"

"Yes," he said trying to get more access to her, "but not like that. We're just friends."

"Are you sure?" She held him back.

"Yes, we've never even kissed or anything," he promised.

"But she likes you," Lauren moved her hips away from his probing fingers.

"She doesn't own me."

He pulled her knickers right off in one swift movement without bunching her stockings or getting stuck on her high-heels.

"You've done that before..." she was impressed by his dexterity.

But then she remembered where she was, who she was. It was all moving so fast.

"Wait, look, I have a boyfriend," she said, her pussy naked to the air, "a fianc¨¦ in fact," she held up her left hand showing the engagement ring, "and he's just downstairs."

"So?" Marcus eased his large cock out of his pants.

"Oh wow!" Lauren was mesmerized.

It was the biggest she had ever seen, maybe twice the length of her fianc¨¦¡¯s and it had to be as thick as her wrist.

"No, wait, I can't do this," She protested eyes fixed on his black member, "I can't think straight, I'm drunk and stoned. I'll regret this later."

But as she said this her body was moving into position to accept his cock.

"Think about it tomorrow," he soothed as he squeezed the head of his cock into her willing entrance.

"Oh Okay, if you insist," She gasped as the invader wrenched her pussy lips apart like a stretched elastic band.

It went further in and Lauren's spine spasmed under the exquisite feelings her body was going through. Finally he was in her deeper than any before.

She lay motionless and at his mercy as he thrust into her unprotected white chamber again and again. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of coats and duvet.

The door rattled and Lauren's fianc¨¦ came in.

"Oh, er... sorry," said Steve as he exited, embarrassed.

"Wasn't that your boyfriend?" Marcus propped himself up on his elbows.

"Jesus," Lauren pulled herself off of Marcus' still erect cock, "he must have mistaken me for Cindy."

"What's the matter?"

"That was too close," Lauren smoothed her skirt down over her reddened pussy and walked towards the door.

"You're leaving?" Marcus sat up on the bed.

"Look it was amazing," She apologized, "you're amazing, but I can't do this."

She turned the door handle, and it span uselessly.

"Shit, the doors locked again. The idiot closed it."

"You forgot your knickers," Marcus held them up.

She reached for them and he moved them back. Because she was stoned she fell on him again.

"We keep ending up like this," She smiled down at him.

"Do you still want your knickers?" He grinned cheekily.

"I am such a bad girl," she shook her head.

"Why?" Marcus smiled.

"Because I know I'm going to regret this later, but... if you want to..." She surrendered.

"What do you mean?"

"You can, we can finish what we started."

She rolled over onto the bad and spread her legs out as far as they could go, shamelessly offering herself to him, as she should only be offering herself to her fianc¨¦.

He held her legs back and pulled back his foreskin exposing the bell end, aimed straight for her entrance, the entrance she had promised to another man.

Marcus carefully lodged the head of his cock past her delicate lips. She gasped as it went in. It felt so good to allow him entry, so forbidden, so naughty.

She felt like he was trying to park a bus through her. Just when she was certain he must have actually penetrated her womb, he went deeper. She felt a pain; not an unpleasant one but a definite stretching.

Finally he hit her cervix. She squealed in ecstasy.

After the penetration she was too weak to respond. She lay there like a rag doll as he sawed his vast black monster in and out of her.

She soon had a second wave of energy and was smooshing her pussy into his black balls eagerly with each thrust. Trying as hard as she was able to open herself up to him as much as she could. She felt a strange shift deep inside her and his black shaft penetrated her even deeper. She was sure he had just pushed past her cervix and was now actually inside her womb. Her womb which the engagement ring on her finger said belonged to someone else.

That her fianc¨¦ could walk in on them at any moment only drove her crazier with lust.

A cock of this girth inside her was different from any she had ever tried; she could feel every millimetre of its rigid pulsing flesh deep in her body, because her own tunnel was stretched to its absolute limit like shrink-wrap round his member.

Somewhere deep in her darkest depths she knew that this act they were performing had one important consequence: breeding. But at that moment no part of her regretted this, she just clung to Marcus as best she could, eagerly aiming towards a conception.

Suddenly she realised he was ready. He thrust as deep as he could inside her, she could feel the sperm rising out of his balls through the passage in the underside of his cock and then splurging up into her womb. The sensation of his hot fertile sperm gushing into her baby-making chamber was something she had never before experienced and it proved simply too much for her to handle. She erupted into orgasm. When her orgasm subsided, she felt his cock move inside her; it was still pumping its load of thick potent goo! She shuddered again in an even bigger climax.

He held still for a few moments then kissed her again. Sucking delightedly on her tongue. She was exhausted and unable to move, completely at his mercy.

Afterwards he pulled on his clothes as she felt the flow of his sperm inside her and realised she wasn't safe.

"Oh god," she spread her legs and looked at the puddle of sperm that was gurgling inside her gaping pussy, "look what you did to me!"

"What?" He zipped up his jeans.

"Look at that," she rocked her hips a little and the pearly sperm sloshed in her like vodka in a shot glass, "so much spunk in me."

"So?"

"You didn't use a condom and I'm not on the pill!" She explained over her well bred pussy

"Right..." he couldn't see a problem.

"Oh god. My mom told me the girls are really fertile in my family," she fretted, "so I have to be really careful."

In one little surrender to lust, she could have completely changed the course of her life forever.

"You could be pregnant?" He asked.

"Yes!"

"Cool."

"You're okay with that?" She was impressed, "I mean most guys would run a mile."

"You see me running?"

"No... So I mean..." Lauren was confused, "what does this mean?"

She shuffled a pillow under her bottom so no sperm could leak out and make a mess on the people¡¯s coats.

Steve burst in.

"So it was you!" He spat angrily.

"Steve!" Lauren squealed in horror, this had got way out of hand.

Marcus held up his hands, he was staying out of this.

"I thought it was Cindy in here getting fucked," Steve was furious, but he closed the door behind him. "But then I saw her downstairs and I realised."

He looked at her sperm filled pussy.

"Jesus, you didn't even use a condom! Are you on the pill? You better be on the pill, you slut!"

If there was one thing she hated it was to be called a slut. It was a horrible sexist term. If a guy shagged around then that was cool, but if a girl wanted to... she felt anger rise up in her.

"No, I'm not on the pill, Steve," she gloated.

"Why are you sitting like that?" he pointed at the pillow beneath her naked butt, "Is it so you can be sure it goes inside you? Look at you! You don't want to miss a drop! I bet you planned this you slag!"

She was so cross she didn't care that the music had been turned off downstairs.

"That's right Steve!" She shouted, months of resentment spilling out, "I don't want to miss a drop! I didn't plan this, but now it¡¯s happened, I'm glad! I want to get pregnant; Marcus fucked me deeper and longer than you ever could!"

She shouted it so loud she was sure everyone in the party could hear.

"God you're welcome to the slut!" Steve stormed out.

Lauren started to cry.

Marcus comforted her.

"Hey there," Marcus put an arm around her, "don't cry."

"Oh, Marcus, what have I done?" She said into his manly shoulder, "He'll never forgive me. I always thought it would be his baby I was going to be having, now just because of one stupid mistake; I don't think that will ever happen!"

Marcus took her by the chin and raised her face to his.

"Sometimes things don't work out the way you planned, but sometimes it¡¯s for the best." He kisses her.

"Oh Marcus," she gazed into his eyes, "I just want someone to hold me close. Can you do that? Can we be close?"

"Sure," he sat closer and put his arm round her

"Closer," she asked him.

"Like this?" He laid her down with her head on his arm.

"Closer," she gazed into his eyes.

"Like this?" He laid on his side so their bodies were at right angles to each others and kissed her.

"Closer," she breathed.

"Like this?" Marcus lifted up her skirt and puts his hand on her mound.

"Closer," She pouted.

"Like this?" He took out his cock and got between her legs

"No," she pleaded, "closer."

"Like this?"

He placed the tip of his cock against her pussy lips.

Lauren tilted her pelvis, encouraging his entry.

"That's it," she closed her eyes with anticipation.

She felt his large bell-end press itself into her pale sex, nudging her labia apart.

"Oh Marcus that's really it," she gasped, "Do you really think I could be pregnant?"

He pulled off his tee-shirt with her help, "If you're as fertile as you say you are, then I'd say it¡¯s a certainty."

She pulled her skirt off over her head taking her vest top and bra with it. She was now naked but for stockings and heels.

"Marcus, what am I going to do?" She levered her body up off the bed to rub her bare breasts and lily-white stomach into his dark body.

Although it was the second time he had been inside her that night, his size was still surprising. And she had him wait whilst she caught her breath.

"It's your body, your choice," he kissed her lips briefly, "If you wanted there is the morning after pill."

Finally he eased his member into her vagina as deep as it could go. His large black balls nuzzled into her perineum.

"I don't know..." she purred, "Will you stand by me if I keep it?"

She rubbed her white legs against his muscled darkness. Every time he ploughed his member into her she also thrust forward gaining maximum depth, and when he pulled back she rocked her hips back increasing friction.

"Of course," he gasped.

He was so deeply inside her. It felt like giving birth backwards, a visceral emotional state. She was so completely full.

"Will you keep it?" He asked

They continued in the dance that was designed to create babies. Their bodies focussed on the act of procreation.

"Yes I'll keep it," she gasped as they came again in unison. 



The Party



We walk, hand in hand, into a party. As soon as we enter, a friend of yours rushes over, "Jessi, Jessi, you have to come see this!" She grabs your hand and pulls you off to go check out whatever has her so excited. I watch you get pulled away, amusement in my smile, and proceed to wander around and mingle. A few minutes later, over the din of the party, I hear your snicker and it instantly catches my attention. I look over and see you, drink in hand with a huge smile across your beautiful face. Your long hair falls over your shoulder, your breasts stand out nicely in a shirt that looks like it was made precisely to fit you and accentuate your heaving bosom. You lean over the counter to look at something that was being pointed out. Your already form fitting jeans tighten over your sexy ass.

Watching you bend over stirs my cauldron of lust, my pants start to feel tighter. You look up, sensing that you are being watched. You don't need to look far, you see me right away and instantly notice the bulge in my pants. You smile your sexy smile. Your eyes flash with an equal amount of lust. We stride across the room to meet each other.

Together at last, the past thirty feet felt like a mile. My arms wrap around you, under yours as you throw your arms around my neck. Our lips press together in a sensual kiss, they part and allow our tongues to explore. My hands travel down and grab your ass and squeeze. The effect is immediately noticeable as your kissing becomes more urgent, more lusty, more sexual.

I reach up to grab your hands and pull them apart. Our fingers intertwine and I lead you away to search for a private room. We find a room, sneak in and lock it. "Finally, I have you all to myself," I say quietly.

"Why would you want something like that," you reply teasingly.

We rush together for another intense kiss that's of equal parts love and lust. The urgency in our kiss is considerable, we can't hold back any longer. We explode out of our clothes and land roughly on the bed. I grab you, flip you onto your back and pin your arms above your head. I kiss you deeply, then brush my lips along your jaw and suck your earlobe into my mouth. Shivers spread throughout your body. My tongue traces a line down your neck that I follow with small bites.

While moving around to kiss the line of your throat, up to your chin, I bring my hands down your arms, along your sides. Sliding up your tummy to grab your tits, my thumbs rub across your nipples before I pinch them and roll them around. I nibble back down your throat, kiss across your chest and place my head between your big tits. I kiss and lick the insides of your bountiful cleavage. I sit up and place my hard cock in between your tits and close them around it. I start pumping my cock back and forth. The head pokes through the top and races toward your mouth. You open wide and stick out your tongue, just waiting for me to enter. I slide up to your mouth and just as I reach your tongue and the tip sits just inside the hole on my cock I pull away.

After a few times this happens, you decide you can't take it anymore. You reach up, run your fingers through my chest hair and suddenly push me onto my back. You get on your knees, grab my cock and greedily shove it into your mouth. I grab your head and pull it down for you to take my cock deeper down your hungry throat. After a minute of your expert cock sucking, I lean forward, grab you by the waist and spin you around, using my cock as the fulcrum, so that I can get to your wet pussy.

Your pussy is directly above my face while your mouth is sliding up and down my rock hard cock. The great smell and the heat is intoxicating. I bring my face in, I lick up your pussy, from clit all the way to your puckered ass. The tip of my tongue dips quickly into your ass and a small whimper escapes from your mouth as your lips are tightly wrapped around my cock. I trail my tongue around the rim of your ass, lick the slit of your pussy again and then quickly sink it all the way into your ass. I pull it out, shove it into your pussy and then replace it back in your tight ass. I bring my hands to pull apart your ass cheeks so I can push my face in more in order to tongue you deeper.

I let go, your cheeks close on my face. I pull my face back a bit, pulling my tongue out of your ass and then stuff my tongue back in. While I am tongue fucking your ass, I slide two fingers into your oh-so-wet pussy. I start alternating the thrusts between my fingers and my tongue. My tongue swirls around inside your ass as my fingers slide out from your hot pussy. Swiftly, I pull my tongue out of your ass and fill it with a finger from my other hand.

While both of your holes are filled with my fingers, I move down and suck your clit into my mouth and grab it between my teeth. I start flicking my tongue around your clit intensifying the sensations from my nibbling. Your pussy begins to tingle and clench around my fingers. You can't take it anymore. You pull my cock out of your mouth and scream as an intense orgasm suddenly hits you. The wave of pleasure rolls over you. Your entire body shakes as you feel a release and your pussy gushes over my face, drenching it. 

We change positions, I have to have your pussy, my cock is aching to spread your lips and plunge into you. You get on your knees, hands against the wall as I get up and ready to slide my cock into you. I slide the head of my cock up and down the crack of your ass, finally settling just inside the lips of your pussy. I reach forward, run my hands up your spine to your shoulders, then scratch back down the entire length of your back and finish by smacking your ass. When you gasp in pleasure, I ram my cock full into you, turning the gasp into a scream of ecstacy.

My left hand goes under you and grabs your tit and starts to squeeze while my other hand manages to wrap itself up in your hair and I continue to pound into you. Your arms go weak as I hammer my cock into you. Your hands begin to slip, you move forward a bit more, putting your forearms on the wall for more support. I'm pulling back with my handful of hair, your head is pulled up a bit and turned to the side so you can try to see me. The pleasure is too intense, your eyes are glued shut, your face is against the wall along with your left shoulder. Every thrust is pushing you harder and harder into the wall. Your right tit is smacking against the headboard, jealous of the left's attention.

Your moaning is increasing and getting louder. We know we should be quiet but we cannot control ourselves. We are lost in the intensity, the pleasure consumes us. 

Your pussy feels so good, tightly wrapped around my cock, clenching. It feels as if it is desperate to coax the cum out. Your pussy is trying to milk my cock, the sensation is amazing, irresistible. I can't keep it in any longer. I thrust full into you, let go of your hair, reach down and grab your tits and pull you up to me. Then I lay your sexy body on the bed, straddle your chest and shove my cock into your mouth. I start fucking your face with my big cock until I shoot my load of hot, sticky cum straight down your throat.

As I pull my cock out of your mouth, we begin to hear clapping. We look around the room and notice that we were so lost in our desire, our desperation for each other, that a good portion of the party somehow snuck in and were watching our entire encounter. They are all around the bed, many of the men have their cocks in hand stroking. A woman in the corner is on her knees voraciously sucking two cocks. There is a woman in a short black skirt standing next to the bed, one leg on the night stand, rocketing two fingers in and out of her pussy. 

We continue to look around the room, stunned at what's happened. Then we look at each other, smile and nod. I lean forward and grab the cock of the nearest guy and start to stroke it at the speed he was stroking. He seems a bit surprised at first but is totally willing as soon as I take his cock into my mouth. Another guy nears the bed, cock pointing the way. I reach up and grab it. You barely get a chance to see me take one cock out of my mouth and switch over to the other before your face is covered with the pussy of the black skirted woman.

You eagerly lap at the sweet smelling, great tasting pussy that's been presented to you. You teach this woman what true pleasure is as your tongue deftly slides in and out of her pussy, around the clit and up to her ass. So hot and excited as she is, she could barely last a minute before her body gets wracked with orgasms. She pulls off of you, panting and laying next to you on the bed. Almost instantly some guy is there stuffing her full of his cock. You look to me, still on my knees, but this time I had both of those cocks in my mouth while stroking a third.

I can feel you looking at me, I twist my head, the cocks come out of my mouth with a pop. I crawl over to you and give you a kiss. The two guys I was sucking approach us from either side. We separate enough so that the cocks are in between us. Together we lick and suck all over the cocks in front of our faces. While we are sucking them off, you are reaching down and stroking my still raging hard dick.

I lie on my back as best I can, my shoulders are at the edge of the bed, I have to keep my head up. You climb on top of my cock and begin riding it as the two guys try to get both of their cocks in your mouth. One guy decides to give your mouth to the other. He gets behind you, spreads my legs and begins to slowly slide his sloppy wet dick into my ass. As he does this, he wets one of his fingers so he can slide it up yours. Now when you slam down on me, you feel my big dick in your pussy with the added feeling of his finger going into your ass.

My whole body is feeling good as I have you riding me and whoever shoving their cock into me. Suddenly some girl's pussy is lowered onto my face, she leans forward and starts sucking and squeezing your tits while my tongue explores her pussy. My tongue licks both of her lips, darts in and out of her pussy, swirls around her clit and just when I go to move it to her ass, a nice looking cock slides up in it and the balls land in my eyes. I push my tongue back into her pussy as far as I can and press my nose up against his cock, giving an added sensation as he rams into her, smacking my face with his great smelling balls. Suddenly, he pulls back to far and his cock slips out and falls into my mouth mid stroke. All the way down my throat it goes, cause me to gag a little. He likes this, and starts alternating her ass and my mouth. 

The guy fucking my ass begins to pump faster and starts grunting. Suddenly he groans real loud and shoves his cock in and holds it in as he shoots into me. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you jump off of my cock and kneel between my legs and begin to clean the cum out of my just fucked ass. Your tongue is delving into me and scooping out cum while one hand strokes my cock and the woman feeding me her pussy starts to suck on it. Just then you feel an arm wrap around your waist and a cock slide slowly into your pussy.

He starts to fuck you slowly but you won't take it like that. You sit up a bit, keeping your right hand on my cock, and grab him with your left to steady yourself. As soon as you can, you start thrusting your ass into him as hard and fast as you can. He grabs your big tits and starts hammering into your pussy, really working it good. Satisfied that he knows how to fuck you right, you lean back over and help the woman with sucking my cock.

The guy fucking my face is about to cum, I can feel it in his cock and see his balls tense up. He pulls out of my mouth, shoves it into the girls ass, hard, one last time, making her scream out loudly. He backs away, stroking, and then all of us guys lead the three of you women to the center of the room. We are all stroking while we have you three get on your knees. The five of us guys surround and proceed to stroke until we all cum on and paint your faces with load after load of hot, gooey cum. 

After the last of us is done drenching beautiful faces, I get down and start cleaning your face. With my tongue I lick and push all the cum into your sexy, talented mouth. Once it is all in I proceed to kiss you passionately, sharing the cum with you in equal proportions. We continue kissing and swallowing cum until we can no longer taste the flavor. Then you climb on my lap in order to be closer to me, my cock begins to get hard again and you look at me, that gleam in your eyes and I say, "We should go to parties more often."



The Party



The Party

Author's note: From time to time I entertain ideas or suggestions from some of my readers and fans. A while back, I was approached by a couple who had attended a rather wild party. They asked if I couldn't put into words for them, some of the things they did and experienced. As they have also asked to remain anonymous, I will honor that request. There is quite a bit of bi-sexuality in this story based on the experiences they encountered at this affair. So for those of you, who find no interest in that, please beware.

I have also chosen to write this in the first person as that is my preferred choice and style of writing, so am writing it from the viewpoint of this intriguing couple who described for me in somewhat explicit detail some of the aspects of the party they attended. Obviously I have taken a little liberty in doing so, using dialogue which I feel will enhance and add to the story, and to the situations as explained and described to me as I began writing this. For those of you who do read and enjoy this work, I hope to hear from you and appreciate your votes and comments. I am likewise sure, that they too, would be interested in hearing what you have to say. All individuals portrayed in this tale are of course, over the age of 18.

Joining an Adult site

For quite a while now my wife Kate and I have toyed with the idea of joining an adult site, specifically with the intent of perhaps meeting another couple, or couples we might be compatible with, and with whom we might actually explore a few sexual fantasies the two of us have had. Fantasies we'd very often spoken of candidly with one another, but had never acted upon. We gave it a lot of thought, and then sat down one night together and scripted up a profile that we thought accurately described ourselves, along with a few of our more tame thoughts and desires. Within the span of a few short hours, we already had several personal notes waiting for us in our in-box, though none so far from anyone close or local. At first, we began to wonder if we ever really would as we had heard a few stories. People (mainly men pretending to be women) or couples whose profiles and pictures didn't accurately represent who it was they really were.

We had gone in with the intent to be as honest as we could be. We were certainly no Ken and Barbie, though I daresay, my wife Kate at 49 years of age looked easily ten years younger than that, with a body that I thought could compete easily with any mature woman around that age. For myself, I am five years older than my wife. At 54, I already have a full head of almost bright white hair, which had begun turning so before I had even reached 40. A genetic trait perhaps that ran in my family, though Kate thought it made me look very distinguished without looking old. We both worked out at a local gym twice a week at least, so remained in fairly decent shape, though admittedly again, neither one of us had abs of steel or anything like that. Toned perhaps, though at my age, I was happy just to have that.

More about us. Like I said, my wife Kate looks ten years younger than her true age and that's no exaggeration. She stands 5'4" tall, has shoulder length dark brown hair, and an incredible figure though she (like most women perhaps) is constantly complaining about how gravity is beginning to take over. Personally, I find the gentle hang of her lovely C cup breasts to be most alluring and sensual. They are full, heavy against her ribcage with lovely light tan colored nipples that when erect are very thick and full, a reason why even with a C cup, Kate has often worn pads inside her bra as her nipples tend to show through even with a bra on, and do so considerably.

She has a nice firm ass, though again she considers it too big for her tastes. Personally I like the way she looks in a nice pair of tight fitting jeans and a white blouse which, as already mentioned, usually shows off those lovely full breasts of hers.

For myself, I stand just a fraction under 5'10". I have hazel colored eyes (as we both do) I tan easily, though now I am trying to be a lot more careful about spending quite as much time out in the sun as I used to. Again being honest, I am as they say average in the endowment department. I don't have a monster cock, though Kate (and girlfriends in the past) never had any reason to complain. Kate's always said it's not what you have, but how you use it. Hopefully she's not just saying that because I'm her husband, though her quite vocal expressions of pleasure whenever we've made love are a pretty fair testament of that fact.

Oh and by way of introduction. My name is John. 

First Meet

It was several days after we'd placed our ad before we actually had someone reasonably local to where we actually lived, who contacted us. After a few brief exchanges back and forth, we finally agreed to meet someplace for coffee as a way of meeting one another in a so-called "neutral" environment. Needless to say, Kate and I were both anxious as well as nervous...though likewise excited. We had hopeful expectations, but had already decided going in, not to get our hopes up, especially for a first time encounter with another like-minded couple.

What surprised me about Kate was when she came down the stairs after primping in front of the mirror for the last hour before joining me. Dressed casually of course, she was wearing one of my favorite outfits. A nice tight pair of form fitting jeans, and a lovely white blouse, though I immediately noticed she'd gone without the usual pads in making any attempt at covering up her large thick nipples should they become aroused. The reason I knew this, was because I could see them already. She was aroused. Nervous yes, but obviously excited too.

After some discussion, we had agreed to meet Jack and Jill (yes their real names) which had been the introduction for some comic relief on both of our parts, deciding that the best place was a truck stop located approximately thirty minutes away for both of us. It was the perfect place to meet, sit...have a cup of coffee and a piece of pie perhaps, and simply get to know one another. They were already waiting for us when we arrived, recognizing us almost immediately (by my white hair) and waved us over to where they had already been seated.

Jack was my wife's age, though to be honest, he looked closer to my own. By his semi rugged features, it was obvious he worked hard (as we soon learned) working as a construction worker for many years. His wife Jill was a fiery looking redhead, somewhere in her mid forties, with far larger tits than even my wife had. And though not trying to make too obvious a comparison here, she was built a little like Dolly Parton, similar frame perhaps, though her breasts weren't quite as large as Dolly's are, but you get the idea. Jill was very warm and friendly from the get-go, standing, giving each of us a very affectionate hug and a kiss before sitting down to join them. As we soon learned, they'd been in the "life-style" as they called it for a number of years now, though they didn't consider themselves constant swingers, and had in fact remained pretty exclusive to a small group of special friends. The only reason they had even decided to contact us was the fact one group of friends had moved away, and they'd been looking for another "perfect" couple that might be interested in joining their small little group. We spent the next solid hour getting to know one another better, and slowly but surely, Kate and I became very comfortable in getting to know them. When they suggested that we go out into their motor home (which they had arrived in) for a drink perhaps, we hesitated only briefly before deciding to do so. After all, we were in a truck stop, so there wasn't much of an expectation that things would really go anywhere, even in their motor home. Boy were we in for a nice surprise.

Our first sexual dalliance

The motor home was spectacular with all the amenities. They explained that they enjoyed traveling a lot, driving across country, and had gone all out in purchasing the motor home we were now sitting in. Even sitting there in the truck stop, it felt more like we were visiting them at their place, though they assured us they also had a very nice "country-style" home on a twenty-acre piece of property, that allowed them some seclusion and privacy for their more intimate parties and adventures. We sat sipping wine getting more and more relaxed. Kate and I both enjoying their company, and in no real hurry to call it a night just yet. Already we could feel and sense some underlying overtones of sexual electricity in the air, especially when Jack asked if either Kate or I would enjoy looking at his wife's tits. Obviously she was as proud of them as her husband was, already beginning to undo the blouse she was wearing before either Kate or I had had a chance to nod our heads yes, though we both did.

Another side note here. Aside from a couple of brief, curious encounters when she was a teenager, Kate had never really been with a woman before, not fully anyway. Aside from masturbating, and being masturbated by a close girl friend, and then a year later doing the same with a distant cousin, that had been the extent of her woman to woman experiences. Though she had confessed going in, she was certainly interested in exploring that further. Something I was certainly anxious to see for several reasons. Like a lot of men perhaps, the thought of seeing two women together had always been high on my "jerk-off" list. And with the potential of one day actually seeing my wife do so, I was of course very supportive and all for it.

There was however one aspect of problematic concern for me when we'd agreed to meet Jack and Jill in the beginning. And that had been the small note in their profile under sexual preferences, that listed them as being a "bi-sexual" couple. Even as we sat sipping our drinks, watching Jill as she happily peeled off her blouse, now sitting there in just her bra, was the fact that Jack, rugged and quite manly looking as he obviously did, and was...could be in any way shape or form...bi-sexual. A topic that I know both my wife and I wanted to address with them at some point, but only when the situation felt right would either one of us do so. Obviously it would be easier for Kate to bring that up with Jill, and hope from there there'd be an opening to find out more about Jack's thoughts regarding that.

I had never considered myself a prude, or judgmental. If anything, I was fairly open-minded about most subjects, though to be honest about it, this wasn't one I had entertained or thought too much about. Years earlier, I'd have probably even found the thought totally absurd, if not downright discusting. But now, age perhaps, and an entirely different attitude about such things, especially as I did work with a guy who was completely and totally gay. I had surprised myself, finding him to be quite likeable and friendly, and never once had he made me feel uncomfortable in knowing that, knowing he was gay. Nor was he as they say stereotypical in that regard either. If you didn't know he was gay...you wouldn't know. Plain and simply.

But, until that opportunity presented itself, I was content to sit there sipping the fairly decent red wine and now openly and freely ogling Jill's tits as she now removed her bra showing herself off for us.

Like I said, Jill actually did have a nice rack, a bit larger than Kate's were, and also heavy and full against her chest without sagging down to her knees or anything. Her nipples were considerably smaller though, yet nice and hard and well erect as Jack reached over and playfully fingered one of them.

"She loves having her tits played with, and sucked on," he informed us as he continued to do so, Jill grinning hotly, enjoying the exhibitionistic moment, as we all were. Needless to say, I wasn't too terribly surprised when I felt myself growing erect, sitting there watching this. Now glancing over towards Kate, her own nipples truly obvious now, having made their full appearance, poking through the front of her blouse, even through the bra she was wearing as though about to bore a hole through it. It was noticeable enough, that even Jill commented upon seeing them too.

"Wow Kate, you've got really large nipples...may we see?" Jill asked.

I was pleased when Kate hardly even hesitated when answering, let alone reaching up to begin undoing the blouse she was wearing. "Sure...why not?" She giggled a little nervously, but I caught the catch in her tone of voice, telling me just how aroused she truly was at the moment. I still held no expectations that there was much that would be going on, not tonight anyway, and certainly not sitting in the parking lot of a truck stop. But...just the thought, and the thrill of both girls showing off their breasts was exciting enough, especially when I, like what Jack was doing, reached over to give one of my wife's hard extended nipples a little playful fingering. She moaned as I did that, having rather sensitive nipples. Not so much so you couldn't play with them, but sensitive enough that I had actually managed to make her orgasm just by sucking on them in the past.

Tit tickling

"Wow, I love your nipples! May I?" Jill asked looking over towards my wife. If I hadn't been hard before, I sure as hell was now, hoping that Kate would say yes, and thus invite Jill over to touch them herself. I sat back, sliding over so that Jill had a place to sit as Kate slid over closer to me on the nice long bench seat we were sitting on. Both women bare breasted sitting beside one another now as Jill began thumbing, cupping, and tenderly caressing my wife's tits, just as Kate now began doing to Jill's. I thought I was going to bust a nut here, just sitting there watching the two of them, which must have been the same reaction to it that Jack was having, though he expressed his thoughts verbally.

"Fuck that's hot!" He exclaimed unashamedly, and then surprised both Kate and I when he asked if either one of us would have a problem with him openly jerking himself off while watching this.

"Ah no...be my guest," I said surprising Kate I think as she glanced over towards me, though by the look on her face, she was just as curious as I was in seeing him actually do that. Without any nervousness, or fanfare, Jack unzipped, and allowed his slacks to drop down around his ankles, along with his boxer shorts. He was hard and stiff, though I was somewhat pleased to see that he too didn't have or own a monster cock either. It was similar in size and shape to my own as he now sat back, slowly stroking it, working it up and down while watching the girls as they continued to sit there and fondle one another's breasts, though Jill soon added another unexpected delight to this when she leaned over and began gently sucking on one of them.

"I love seeing that. And your wife has such amazing nipples!" Jack said as he squeezed his cock, producing a rather noticeable drop of pre-lube juice, smearing that now around his rather bulbous cock head, making it glisten a little as he continued toying with himself. And then Kate shocked the shit out of me.

"Why don't you join him honey?" She asked. "I'm sure that Jill would love seeing that nice hard cock of yours too, wouldn't you?" She then asked turning towards Jill.

"Hell yes...but only if John's comfortable enough to do so, after all...we've just met, and we don't want to scare the two of you off here either," she said. "Though you'd best get used to the fact that Jack's a bit of an exhibitionist, as well as a voyeur too. He loves jerking himself off, and he loves it when people, men or women...watch him doing that. But he also loves seeing men or women doing it too. So...if you're comfortable enough John, I hope you will. I know we'd both enjoy seeing that."

I had never jerked off in front of anyone, save for Kate on occasion, but even then, only a handful of times where I'd actually done so through ejaculation. And only once before that, when watching a friend of mine fuck his girlfriend had I been horny enough to actually stand there and do so while watching them go at it. Beyond that...my experience in that area was fairly limited. But I found myself aroused well enough now, and comfortable now...to unzip, and likewise push my jeans down around my ankles. As I usually went commando whenever I wore Levis, I didn't have any shorts on, so the hard sudden emergence of my own cock was a delight to them both upon seeing it.

"Nice cock!" Jill exclaimed looking over as I merely sat there for a moment, just letting it weave about a bit excitedly before actually stroking it.

"Yes it is," Jack added, having a nice long look for himself, once again palming and squeezing his own dick, seeking some more, and finding it...precum juice. "Go ahead John, enjoy yourself...enjoy the show the girls are giving us."

First ever...side-by-side blowjob.

After a few more minutes of now sitting there stroking and fondling my own dick so openly, and with the girls now having for the moment at least, satisfied their curiosities with one another's tits, Jill stood up and walked over, now kneeling down on the fairly plush carpeted floor of the motor home, and slipped her mouth over her husband's dick and began sucking it. Although a little surprised by that, I was even more surprised when Kate simply leaned over, and took mine into her mouth as well. Jack and I now both, being treated to two rather intense, very erotic blowjobs by our wives as we sat there looking back and forth across from one another. It was erotic as hell, seeing his wife, the way she sucked and played with his dick, which was very similar to the way that Kate was now sucking on mine. As aroused as I was, and had been all night, I knew if she continued for much longer, I'd soon be filling her mouth with a load full of cum. By the sounds of it, especially the way Jack began to more or less face-fuck her, he too was hovering on the edge, about to unleash a torrent of his own cream into Jill's sucking mouth.

"Oh yeah baby...take it! Take it! Take it! Here...it...fucking...comes!"

As aroused as I was, just hearing that soon had me about to boil over too. Kate...very attune to it whenever I was that close, reached up, gently cupping my tight hard balls, something she always did whenever I was about to toss a load, whether down her throat, or against her tits or face. That's usually all it ever took, which is what happened now. As Jack filled his wife's mouth full of spunk, I began doing the same to my wife, Kate caught a little off guard perhaps by the voluminous amount of my spending, which under the circumstances, was significant. So much so, she couldn't quite handle all of it, allowing a bit to flow out of the corners of her mouth and down onto her breasts. By now, Jill had moved back over in order to watch us a bit more closely, and upon seeing the overflow, as Kate now sat back, grinning, though blushing a little, it was a nice, unexpected surprise when Jill leaned over and with her tongue, slurped up the few droplets off my wife's tits that had spilled.

"I do love cum!" She announced, taking another lick, though she quickly added another sweet soft suck to each one of my wife's nipples before sitting up again. "Well, that was a rather nice, though totally unexpected surprise," She stated. "Too bad it's getting so late, and we are where we are, otherwise we might invite the two of you to further explore this with one another. However...it's a good start, and perhaps we should stop here so the two of you have a chance to discuss this between yourselves on the drive home. Though speaking for both Jack as well as myself, we do hope you'll want to see us again soon...very soon in fact."

Having now gotten rid of the hornies...I thought Jill's suggestion was a very good idea. I did want to talk to Kate privately, see how she felt, and was glad that we hadn't gone any further with this, not yet anyway. Not until we'd talked and openly discussed it. Though I was slightly disappointed that I hadn't gotten to see Jill in her entire glory as yet. But with luck, that time would come soon enough.




The Party



We had soon dressed again and prepared to leave. "Listen," Jack began. "We'd like to invite the two of you over to our place next weekend for a barbeque. There will be one another couple there, dear friends of ours, and yes...also in the life-style as well. But I think you'll enjoy meeting them. Like you...they were initially shy and nervous about all this as well, but as they've come to grow close to us, they've really opened up, and have become our very best friends now. Anyway...I hope you'll think about it, and then come out and join us next weekend."

I was surprised when Kate answered for the two of us, not that I minded, as I was hoping she'd agree to go and see how things went after we'd talked about it perhaps. But it was obvious she'd already made up her mind about most of this. "We'd love to! Need us to bring anything?"

"Not really, it's a BYOBABN, kind of a barbeque," Jill laughed.

"Ok...I get the BYOB part, but what does the ABN stand for?" I asked.

"It stands for...and be naked," Jill giggled even more so. "With all that privacy on our property, we're usually practicing nudists as well. I mean why not? But it is a lot more fun with everyone just hanging out, being themselves, so hopefully...now knowing that, you'll still come out and join us."

I personally had to think about that one, at least a little bit, so then ushered my wife through the door before either one of us committed to anything else. But the idea was intriguing. It was certainly something that neither one of us had ever done before, hanging around naked, especially in front of others at what Jack had assured us was a very simple, relaxed barbeque.

After giving them our assurance we'd let them know, Kate and I returned to the car for the thirty minute drive back to our place. It would be late, even later by the time we got home, and I was already not looking forward to having to get up and drive into work in the morning. But I was pleasantly surprised, when Kate made the drive home a hell of a lot more interesting than it even had been coming in.

She was after all, still fucking horny as hell!

Finger-fucking in the car

We had no sooner gotten out onto the highway headed home, when Kate unbuttoned her jeans, and then unzipped them. In seconds, she had her hand down the front of her pants and was quite obviously fingering herself. I don't know how many times in the past I had hinted at her in doing so for me, something up until now she had only laughed at, embarrassed, shy about doing so perhaps, though at least now...it was dark. I could barely see what she was even doing, had it not been for the dashboard lights just giving off enough light so I could see her as she did that.

"Surprised?" She asked, her tone of voice lust-filled and horny sounding.

"Very surprised, but pleased too!" I told her glancing back and forth frequently at my wife as well as the road. The last thing I needed to do was drive off into a ditch somewhere, so I was careful about what I was doing, even though I was becoming quickly aroused myself once again knowing she was doing that. Especially when I began hearing her own wet sounding juice noise as she really began finger-fucking herself there in the car next to me.

"So what do you think honey? Want to go next week...to a naked barbeque?" She asked curiously, though that lusty tone of voice was still there, alerting me in an instant that she wanted to. "I certainly wouldn't have to worry about wondering what I should wear now would I?" She added to that, chuckling to herself.

"No, I suppose not," I said reaching down to actually try and reposition my rapidly growing cock again, glancing over, looking, though more listening as Kate fervently played with her pussy.

"Take it out...stroke it for me while you drive," she suddenly announced. "That was hot...watching the two of you doing that," she then added.

"Oh, so you enjoyed seeing that huh?" I said hearing my own tone of voice taking on a sultry edge.

"Every bit as much as you obviously enjoyed seeing us playing with one another's tits," Kate responded back correctly. "You came so fucking much, nearly drowning me, so I knew it had aroused you even more than you were really letting on."

I laughed at that, she had me there. It had...which was obvious. And more so now as I unzipped, fumbling just for a moment, though I was again glad I had gone commando, making it easier to free my prick once again. And it felt good too, the cool night air now bathing it, surrounding it as it stood up proud and free through my now unbuttoned, unzipped jeans. Kate now struggled out of her own jeans, pushing them down further, likewise slipping her bikini briefs down and off, which were soaked as she informed me. No surprise there.

"I am so fucking wet! And so damn horny!" She said. "And I don't mind telling you honey...I'd have enjoyed seeing the two of you jerking one another off."

"You would huh?" I said a bit nervously, laughing it off a little. We had of course shared some pillow-talk with one another in the past, spoken of things that neither one of us had done, and might not ever do. But the one thing I had always enjoyed being able to do with Kate, and she with me, was to discuss things, openly, without reservation. Sometimes just letting the moment allow us to talk about stuff neither one of us might ever really do. But at least we could talk openly about it. One of Kate's always had been...to see me either jerking, or sucking another man off. I had eventually relented, that I might be ok with doing the one...jerking, though highly doubtful about doing the other...sucking. Though I later conceded, I might in fact allow another guy to suck me off...as one-sided as that was. Still, it was a lot more than I had ever considered doing before in the past. 

"No more than you'd enjoy seeing me going down on Jill's pussy I bet," Kate said hotly, obviously bringing herself closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment, and with each strum of her clit as she sat there, so openly now, allowing me to see her as she spread herself there in the seat. Even with cars passing by us going the other way, she didn't try and hide herself, or what she was doing, though the likelihood of anyone even knowing that was pretty much non-existent. Even the one car that caught up to us and passed us on the road didn't cause her to slow down, cover up, or otherwise interrupt her now very heated, very arousing, finger-fucking. This simple act alone, told me in an instant, that even the little bit we'd experienced and done tonight, had far reaching effect. I had truly never seen my wife lower her inhibitions to the extent that she had. Especially when she placed her feet fully up onto the dashboard, spreading herself even more widely, and then began literally slapping, spanking her pussy towards orgasm. I loved it when she talked dirty, which wasn't nearly as often as I would have liked, and usually only then when she was so worked up, it was like she turned into an entirely different person.

"You like this John? You like seeing your hot, slutty wife, spreading herself here in the front seat of the car, knowing people might see me? See me spanking my cunt? Slapping it? Finger-fucking it? Knowing that I am? Knowing that I am so fucking horny right now...imagining sucking her cunt John? Can you imagine that? Imagine seeing me doing that? Licking her pussy? Seeing her as she's licking mine?"

Her questions were rhetorical of course, she was simply spitting out her own decadent thoughts, so close to climax, the sound of her very wet, very juicy pussy testament to that. Her near slur of speech as she approached the point of no return, looking over at me, watching me as I just as wantonly sat there jerking myself off while I drove.

"Gonna come for me baby? Gonna squirt all that hot, nasty fuck juice all over yourself? All over the car? I don't care baby, do it! I'll clean it up for you, I promise. Just come for me baby....come for me, while I do!"

Since I already had once anyway, I didn't figure it would be all that much, or all that messy. When I came I was surprised however at the intensity of my orgasm, having to fight against closing my eyes as I drove, fighting through it, looking over, seeing my wife as she came, literally screaming there in the seat beside me. Only the sensation of my still warm spunk running down over my hand into my lap informed me that I had indeed juiced, still somewhat copiously, though not perhaps truly shooting off as I sometimes did. Still, it was a warm pleasurable naughty/dirty feeling as we both sat smiling at one another during the rest of the drive home.

Shaking hands...well, sort of

The next three days of the workweek seemed to drag by as we waited anxiously for Saturday afternoon to come. Saturday morning, we received a call from Jill giving us directions to their place, and once again reminding us that it was indeed a naked barbeque, and insuring we were both ok with that. We had in fact talked about it again, at length, and decided we were, and that it might in fact be fun and interesting. Jill had already stated that nothing would happen that everyone wasn't in full agreement with, and that if all we did was enjoy dinner, sit around later and watch if that's all we felt like doing, no one would say or think anything, or make any attempt in getting us to become involved with anyone. Obviously, she had made it clear that later on that evening certain things might indeed happen. But stressed we were under no obligation whatsoever in participating ourselves if we didn't want to. Just before hanging up, she had also told us there was plenty of room for us to spend the night there if we wished, rather than having to leave earlier than we might like for the long hours drive home. That one Kate said we'd think about, not wanting to commit ourselves to staying there if we found in the end, things weren't exactly to our liking. That being said, we were both acting like kids on Christmas morning. Anxious with anticipation, excitement and arousal. We could barely keep our hands off one another, even as we finally got in the car and headed off to our first ever naked barbeque.

Finding their place was relatively easy as they had given us plenty of land marks and sign posts to follow, though seeing the hand-made sign someone had nailed up at the entrance to their property made us both smile. It said simply: BYOBABN Party. They were right about the seclusion too. It was a two mile drive up a hard-packed dirt road through wheat fields almost as far as the eye could see, a few small hills dotted with trees and bush, until we rounded the corner running alongside one of the small rolling hills. It was almost like dropping down into an oasis. Just beyond that sat their rather large country-style home, which was spread out on one level. Lush greenery everywhere with several very tall pine trees surrounding, and still hiding the main house even as we pulled in. Along with their large motor home parked on the side of the house, there were three cars, one of which we correctly assumed was from their other friends, Mac and Darlene, who Jill had told us more about during her conversation with my wife earlier that morning.

The moment we got out, the front door opened. Jill stood there smiling and waving at us excitedly. She was entirely nude.

"Come in! Come in! Glad you could make it!" She smiled enthusiastically, once again giving each of us a hug and a kiss, only this time, I certainly felt the full press of her rather large, very bare breasts against me as she did that.

"Nice to ah...see you...again," I quipped making it obvious as to what I actually meant. Jill laughed at that, giving me another kiss on the cheek, and then led Kate into the house by the hand as I followed the two of them.

"Everyone's already out back. You can change in here," she said directing us into what appeared to be a small though cozy sitting room. "What can I get the two of you to drink?" She then asked, taking our orders, and then leaving us to stand there looking at one another as we began to undress.

"You ready for this?" I asked my wife still a bit nervously.

She grinned. "I've been looking forward to it all week...so hurry up horny boy...let's get nakie and join the others!"

Perhaps being a little self-conscious and apprehensive, especially as we knew little else other than their names concerning the other couple, I followed my wife outside. I was as they say quite flaccid, though pleased and somewhat relieved when spotting Jack out by the barbeque where he stood placing the steaks we'd be having onto the barbeque. His dick was likewise flaccid, but even smaller in size than mine was. It was an interesting note to see it the way it was now, and the way I had seen it. Using my wife's term, Jack was a grower, and not a be'er...as she termed it. Meaning his cock, much like mine, could be quite small, and yet grow considerably, rather than remaining more one size, hard or soft like some men. 

I was caught off guard a second later however still looking over towards Jack when Jill came walking towards us, leading their other two friends over for introductions. I turned just then as Jill spoke, already introducing. "Kate? John? This is Mac and Darlene," she stated. I turned expecting a handshake, but got the surprise of my life instead. Mac did indeed extend out his hand, but not where I was expecting to receive it. Next thing I knew, it was holding my dick, which he did shake.

"Nice to meet you... John is it?"

Jill burst out laughing, as then did Jack as he stood a few feet away looking on. "Oh my god...sorry John I forgot to tell Mac you two were all new to this," she said. "It's just our friendly little way of greeting one another, had it been Darlene two seconds ahead of Mac, she'd have been reaching down between your wife's legs, giving her a friendly little pat there instead."

"You mean like this?" Kate said surprising the hell out of me as she suddenly reached down, cupping Darlene's quim giving her a little palm squeeze as she did that.

"Perfectly," Darlene purred, now reaching down, doing the same to my wife as I stood there looking on, eyes probably as big around as saucers by this time.

Jack was still laughing as he came over, and much to my surprise took a hold of Mac's prick, giving it a firm, yet quick brief shake. "Like that," he chuckled. "No big deal..." though even as he said that, I now realized for the first time in fact, it actually was. Mac was perhaps a "be'er" as Kate would say, his prick though partially flaccid at least, was still as big as mine, or Jack's was when they were hard. Though it dangled down between his legs quite limply at the moment at least.

"I think I'll stay with shaking hands...for the time being," I said taking his in mine, though Darlene did in fact reach over hugging my wife now as well, pressing her somewhat smaller breasts against her as the two of them hugged briefly. Dammed my dick. If not seeing that didn't cause it to lurch and throb just a little. Once we had gotten through that brief moment of awkwardness, we joined everyone over at the patio table, sitting down with our drinks, getting to know one another a bit better.

Unfortunately for me, try as I might...sitting there looking at the three girls, soon gave rise to my rapidly growing erection. Thank god for the wooden table...for the moment anyway.

Mac and Darlene

Mac stood easily near six feet, though the most remarkable thing about him was his cleanly shaven bald head. Admittedly, he looked good like that, though it wasn't a look I thought I'd look very good in myself. But aside from that, it was immediately noticeable, Mac didn't seem to have a single hair on his entire body either. Even his groin was completely shaved, smooth and free of any hair whatsoever as far as my eyes could see anyway. For years, Kate had been shaving my balls, preferring it that way. And had "groomed" me in other ways as well, keeping me "all neat and tidy" as she called it. Only once suggesting that she shave me entirely, though I'd more or less balked at that, only agreeing to go with the nice tight cropped look instead, which was somewhat of a compromise between the two. Kate of course shaved, which I rather did enjoy, as had Darlene as I stood there for a moment before having taken my seat moments ago, looking at her. Jill was one of those 'landing strip' types, a small patch that might not as well have even been there by my way of thinking. But if that's what Jack liked, or as she preferred, then more power to them. As far as Darlene? Well she was maybe...like I said maybe...just over five feet or so give or take an inch or two. Which made the two of them an interesting contrast, being as tall as Mac was, and as short as she obviously was. In addition to that, they were considerably younger too, somewhere in their mid thirties perhaps, though I still say, Kate looked every bit as young as Darlene did, which made me even prouder of her than I already was. Body to body...I still think she had the best one there, and I wasn't being biased in thinking that.

Darlene did have interesting tits though. Certainly smaller than either my wife's or Jill's were, right around a nice sized B cup perhaps, but even more noticeably she had what I'd only a few times seen on the internet, and never in real life before...what were called "puffy nipples". To me...it was like seeing her breasts capped with some sort of a strawberry desert pastry. Only without the whipping cream. Though as I sat there trying not to stare at them, I was imagining putting on a special kind of cream to each one, they actually looked that tasty, certainly unusual to me as it was a little difficult trying to find where her areolas ended and her nipples began. Even the skin coloring, an almost rosy-red all seemed to blend inwards together.

Jack then stood to go take a look at the steaks. "John? How about you go grab us all another drink?" He asked me.

I know I must have looked petrified upon hearing that. Kate was of course well aware of my current predicament, and giggled accordingly.

"What's so funny?" Jill asked curiously.

"Hubby has a woody," she said out loud letting everyone know that. "So I think his standing at the moment might be a bit embarrassing for him."

"Oh really? Let's see?" Darlene stated actually looking over, and then leaning over in order to look beneath the table at me. "About damn time someone got appreciative at looking at the three of us cute, sexy naked ladies," she then added.

"Hey, I'm starting to!" Mac quipped. "I just didn't want to be the first one!" He grinned, and then stood, showing everyone that he was indeed starting to become aroused. He definitely was a "be'er", growing a little yes, fattening more so...though he didn't suddenly get twice the size he was going soft to hard, though admittedly, he wasn't rock-on fully hard yet either.

Letting me off the hook for the moment at least, Mac headed off to get everyone a fresh drink as Jack returned to the table. "Steaks should be ready in about ten minutes," he announced. Everything else that was going along with them was already waiting, covered and sitting on another table next to us along with the dishes, knives and forks and everything else we would need.

"Too bad that Jim and Joy couldn't make it," Darlene said speaking up.

"Jim and Joy? That's a lot of 'J''s here," I said chuckling at the thought. "Jack and Jill," I said pausing for obvious effect, "Jim and Joy...and John. Maybe we should think about changing your name honey..."

"To what? Jate? Doesn't really work."

"Nor does mine," Darlene laughed joining in. "Jarlene...no, I think I'll stick with the one I have."

"That'd make me another Jack," Mac said joining in. "And I think we already have enough Jack's around here."




The Party



"Jack-off's you mean," Jill giggled as well. "Though I guess with all the J names, we could officially call this, the Jack-off club or something, since we all enjoy doing that."

"Oh yeah?" I asked curious. And where do we sign up for that one?"

"Right here," Jill announced standing, pointing at her breasts. "Only you sign your name with the lead in your pencil there, right across here," she told me, almost as a challenge, actually inviting me to do so.

"Go ahead honey," Kate told me. "Sign us up," she grinned wondering if I really would as Jill now stepped around, actually presenting her tits to me. I think I surprised my wife as I stood, rock hard, and not at all embarrassed now that I was. 

"I print better than I write," I told her, grinning as I said that.

"Whichever way you prefer, we're not too formal here obviously," she said looking back at everyone, wondering as perhaps they were if I was about to actually do it. I began writing, in cursive as it turned out. "John and Kate Matthews," I said finishing up the swirly 's' right across her right nipple as I finished. But even better, I had managed to smear a bit of my slick juice across those hard nipples as I finished. Jill reached down, swiping a bit off her nipple, sucking it off her finger seconds later.

"Hell of a lot better than had this been indelible ink!" She laughed as everyone else did. "Well Jack," Jill said still giggling. "Looks like we officially have two new members, or I guess that's one new member, and one very nice looking pussy," she added.

"Hey, I think I'd prefer signing my own name," my wife said shocking me even more. "How about later, after we eat, you let me figure out how to sign my own name on the registries..."

"I think I'd like that," Jill sighed pleasurably. "And I have to say...that one would be a first for me. Never have experienced a pussy against these babies yet," she said once again holding her luscious tits together.

"God....now you've got me thinking about it! I think I'd enjoy signing my own name as well!" Darlene said. 

Now we were all laughing as Jack stood up once more to retrieve the steaks off the grill. And this time, he too was sporting an erection. "Sounds to me like, we all need to sign up again," he smiled. "Right after we eat!"

Registration

The steaks were cooked to perfection, as was the rest of the meal. So much so, that I actually lost my erection and became even more comfortable with the camaraderie and companionship we were now sharing with all of our new friends. It was surprising in a really good way, that both Kate and I could find ourselves being so comfortable with them, sitting here naked, enjoying a barbeque of all things, and having that still uncertain buzz going around inside our heads, that the night was far from over with. And with that, would we indeed then succumb, and throw away whatever reservations, or inhibitions we might still have? Just doing what I'd done already, signing my name against Jill's tits was a big step for me, for both of us actually. And especially with Kate's obvious amusement and delight in having watched me do so. We had already had, and long ago discussed the "what ifs" things...jealousy, uncertainty, paranoia's...if any. Neither one of us confessing to having such worries or concerns. But more importantly, agreeing and assuring one another, that if either one of us suddenly did have, we'd mention it to one another immediately rather than just continuing on, thus causing problems for ourselves later rather than dealing with them now.

Though it was now the thought of seeing my wife riding Jill's tits as it were, that soon had me sporting an even firmer, harder erection than the one I'd had before.

This time when I got up to help with clearing away the table, I didn't even bother trying to hide the fact I had one again.

"Go figure...the newbie's the one who's ready to begin this party!" Jill said excitedly. "Maybe we're starting to get boring," she then added. "Nice that we've invited a little fresh blood into our group, stirs the imagination, and the libido quite a bit doesn't it?"

As we finished clearing everything away, hauling things back inside the house again, I did manage to draw Kate off to one side briefly.

"So...we good with everything?" I asked a bit nervously, though she knew what I had meant by that.

"I think so...yes."

"What if..."

"Look, John...it's new for us yes, but we're not really going to know unless we at least commit to this evening one hundred percent here. Maybe after...maybe after we have, after we've had a chance to discuss it, think about it, one or both of us will decide it's not right for us. But...until we do that, until we know for sure, we won't know for sure...unless we do it first."

"So...we go for it, have fun...do, ah...whatever right?"

Kate laughed at that. "It's the whatever part I'm sort of hoping to see," I knew what she meant by that of course, but I still had reservations regarding that, and perhaps my own open-mindedness. I knew it wouldn't freak or weird me out to see perhaps Mac and Jack do something, I just wasn't sure how far or to what extent I was willing to take that myself. I answered her non-committally, which even then was something.

"Let's see how it goes, take it one step at a time. It's the best I can do."

"Good enough," Kate responded as we cleared away the last of the table. "But I will say this, if you want, and expect to see me eating another woman's pussy any time soon, I do expect to see something in kind back from you anyway...even if it's just giving either Jack or Mac a hand job...so baby, keep that in mind. Quid pro quo."

She'd said that once before. As much as I wanted to see that, see her munch down on another woman's pussy, I knew there would be a small price to pay for seeing it, even if it was a rather small one. It wasn't really too much to ask after all. And more than anything, I always had had that particular fantasy in mind. And with Kate actually considering it now herself, there might not come another opportunity or time for it.

"Just remember," she winked looking back over her shoulder at me, likewise wiggling her cute little ass a little. "You want some pussy-pussy action? Well then...I need to see a little cock-cock going on too."

I stood there looking down at my erection. It was about as hard and as firm as it had ever been.

"One night...one night where we just let ourselves go, see what happens, see how we feel about it afterwards. I could do that," I then said to myself. "At least for one night anyway."

Let the games begin...

As the girls finished things up in the kitchen, I walked back out onto the deck rejoining Jack and Mac who sat lounging in their chairs waiting for the girls to return. As I did, I couldn't help but notice the two of them sitting there almost nonchalantly stroking their cocks in anticipation of that. It was evident they weren't jerking off in order to climax, just maintaining their full stiff erections. Even mine had gone down at this point, so I was the odd man out, and actually felt out of place for a moment.

"Best get working on that," Jack mused as I stepped over taking my seat beside the two of them, "or...one of us could if you'd prefer."

That had been the real first implication that Jack, and no doubt Mac for that matter, not counting the attempted hand...or rather dick shake earlier, telling me that neither one of these guys had any problem with a little guy-guy fondling. Though I was also just as sure at this point, it probably went a lot further than that.

"Maybe later," I heard myself saying, surprised that I had when I did, and wondering just as quickly if I even would when the time came, if it came. Though I also reminded myself of what Kate had said as well. "Quid pro Quo," knowing that she had her own fantasies and desires, just like I had mine.

Giggles and laughter alerted us to the fact that the girls were on their way back out, Jill's face lit up like a Christmas tree when they emerged.

"Guess what honey?" Jill said addressing her husband. "Jim and Joy were able to get away early from their kids and grand kids. They're on their way over...should be here in about twenty or thirty minutes!"

"Great!" He smiled just as delighted, "Once they arrive, we really will have ourselves a party!"

"Grand kids?" I asked myself looking over towards my wife, though she didn't appear to have the same curious thoughts I did, smiling back at me without any obvious concerns.

"You'll really like them," Jill said sitting down next to me, her hand slipping almost simultaneously down between her legs as she sat there sort of absentmindedly diddling herself. "They're an older couple, but I can assure you, they're a hell of a lot of fun, as I'm sure you'll find out after they get here. In the meantime, I thought we could start things off by perhaps playing the dice game."

"Dice game?" I asked as Jill now opened a small box she had brought outside with her having set that down on the patio table. 

"Yeah, it's something Jack and I made up a while back, but it's proven out to be a lot of fun, especially whenever someone new is introduced to the group. Sort of helps ease in to some of the erotic, naughty fun things taking it slowly as we go. But I think you'll find it entertaining and a hell of a lot of fun."

"Great idea!" Mac said sliding over to sit next to us. "Been a while since we've played it, though what about Jim and Joy? Should we wait until they show up?"

"No, they can catch up after they get here, by then we'll probably be through most of the milder tamer stuff anyway, so they can jump in on the more interesting situations."

"So...how do you play this, ah...dice game?" I now asked.

"It's basically pretty simple really." Jill then produced a hand printed sheet that had several drawn out sections on it, and some sort of point total for each level. There were a total of six six-sided dice, three white, one blue, one red, and one green. "The way this works is like this. On the white dice, odds are for the guys, and evens are the girls. Once that's determined, then you look at either the red dice guys, or blue dice girls. The number of that dice determines two things, who gets to pick what off the list, though the numbers on both dice indicate who those people are. Obviously, we'll assign everyone a number. For example..."

Jill rolled all the dice, white rolled up a pair of threes for six and a two, so the option went to the girls. The red rolled a one, and the blue rolled another three.

"So let's say your number was one, and mine was three, that would mean it would be you and I together for this first adventure, and that it would be my choice in picking something off the list."

"Ok, I follow that so far...but what's the green dice for?" 

"That one only comes into play if all three numbers on the white dice roll up the same, sort of like a Yatzy" she stated. If you do...then again, if all three numbers are odd or even, that determines as a group...guys or girls that then select what we call an "orgy act" where everyone participates all at once."

I nodded my head catching on. It did seem fairly straight forward, and simple indeed.

"The total of ALL the dice is the point total for the act itself. Once performed, both people receive those points and can then apply them to the next higher level. It usually takes at least three acts to move up a level, which basically helps to really get things rolling, and very often does at that point."

I looked through her hand printed list. The first level was indeed fairly tame, a bit of touching, kissing, those kinds of things, for a two minute limitation in time. The next level got a bit more involved, with some obvious oral situations, and the time limit now at five minutes total. The third level included just about anything and everything you could think of, and the time level had increased to ten minutes.

"Now, there's only one major rule here," she added. "If at any time you chose not to do something, or participate when it's required, you're out for the rest of the game. It's only fair that we do that, and ask that for everyone else who's participating. You're certainly free to sit and watch and even enjoy yourself while doing so...but as far as joining in after that? Then no. Understood?"

By some of the things on the paper, I could see how that situation could indeed arise, and it made me wonder further..."Just how far was either Kate or I willing to go with this?" I guess the two of us would soon find out, especially after Jim and Joy arrived and were included into the mix.

I realized then there were more numbers on the dice than men or women participating, and asked what happened then.

"That's the beauty of the game, you can improvise on things like that, either double up on the numbers, or you can make it a "solo" event for someone, or as we very often do, make an unassigned number an all included. So in that example, if only my number rolled up, and an unassigned number rolled up, that would mean I'd have to perform that particular act with everyone."

I sort of liked that idea, as did everyone else, so it was decided, especially with Jim and Joy not having arrived as yet, that we'd do that until they got here.

"Ok then, let's get started!" Numbers were then assigned to everyone, with me getting number one, Mac two, and Jack three. Same with the girls, Kate also number one, Darlene number two, and Jill number three. I didn't mind the idea at all of matching numbers on the blue and red dice, as that meant Kate and I would also be doing things together. Though I was a little nervous and worried as to how the orgy thing would turn out, which eventually it would. Not to mention the potential for other things to occur, especially in level three where one of the categories was "girls" choice, or "guys" choice. That I knew...could get interesting.

First roll of the dice

Since it really didn't matter who rolled the dice, Jill did after also taking out of her little box what appeared to be an egg timer. She set that off to one side, along with a pad and paper where she could keep track of everyone's individual points. Placing all the dice inside a cup, she shook it, and then again just like we were playing Yatzy, she rolled the dice out. The whites rolled up even, meaning it was the girls who selected, or specifically Kate, as the blue number rolled up a one, and the red rolled up a four.

"Well, looks like our first all guys and Kate roll," Jill announced handing the sheet over to her to select something from. "So sweetie...you pick, what do you want to do?" It only took her a second as she smiled.

"I'm taking hand-job," she announced, though she could have in fact selected something specifically for herself. But this was obviously something she wanted to do. "So that means I give each one of the guys a hand job for a full minute then yes?"

"Correct," Jill announced setting the timer. "Whenever you're ready."

Kate stood and walked over kneeling down in front of Mac first, taking his cock in her hand as she slowly began working it, playing with it. Admittedly, it was hot watching her do that, fondling and truly playing with another man's cock for the very first time really, right there in front of me. Just seeing her doing that soon gave rise to my own needful erection, which I had long since stopped stroking myself, unlike either one of the other guys who seemed to have done so the entire time we'd been sitting out there. After a minute, Kate moved over, now taking Jack's cock in hand, fondling and playing with his, enjoying the sensation no doubt, and the differences between the three of us, subtle as they might have been. She soon of course moved over to me, likewise playing with my cock.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked curiously. 

"I am," I grinned honestly. "That was admittedly exciting and arousing, seeing you doing that," I told her.

"Obviously," she said still slow-stroking my cock up and down, especially when she managed to squeeze out a rather nice sized droplet of juice from the tip of my prick, smearing that around the head of my now very sensitive cock. "Me too," she added winking.

"Time!" Jill announced counting up the point total under Kate's name and making a note of it on the pad. Once again she gathered up the dice, rolling them. This time it turned out that it was me dominating, and Darlene being my partner. I looked at the list and immediately knew what I wanted to do.

"Suck her tits," I announced happily. And then for a full minute afterwards, I dined on Darlene's sweet strawberry appearing cupcakes.

Things progressed with just about everyone's number being turned up, and a lot more mutual fondling, pussy fingering, and tit sucking. It was indeed a nice easy way to immerse oneself into the atmosphere of all this, the voyeuristic side of my own personality being quite stimulated while watching everyone, as well as in being watched. And then we got our first "triple play" with three one's rolling up on the white die.

"Hmm, so that means we get to select right?" Mac said sounding devious.

"It do!" Jill chuckled as she handed off the list for the three guys to choose from. "So what is it you want to see the three of us do with the three of you?" She now questioned. It turned out to be an obvious and easy one with there being enough points now for us to be able to select something off the second category.

"Blow jobs all around!" We announced having come to an agreement. In order to also keep things interesting, we decided to keep things mixed, which was also easy to do, with Jill now kneeling down in front of me, Darlene in front of Jack, and my wife, kneeling down in front of Mac as Jill set the timer for five minutes.

"I might not be able to last for five minutes!" Mac said jokingly, though I think by the look on his face he was half serious too. "Especially when I've never felt Kate's mouth wrapped around my dick before...it might be too much for me," he said taking it further.

"That's your problem," Jill quipped. "Or pleasure...either one. Enjoy, I'm certainly planning on it!" And with that, she started the timer, and proceeded to suck my dick.

Jim and Joy

Sure enough about three and a half minutes later Mac announced he was about to shoot his load.

"Oh fuck...fuck! Too good! Too good!" He exclaimed looking down. "Not gonna make it baby, where would you like it?"

I had been wondering about that, as Kate didn't do that very often for me either. She answered his question however, removing his cock from her mouth, now placing it between her tits as she continued to stroke it for him as he leaned forward a bit, now holding onto her head, and began squirting. He was still doing so, pumping out several thick streamers of spunk against my wife's breasts when Jim and Joy came strolling out onto the deck.

"Well, well...looks like we're missing the really good stuff here!" Joy said as she walked over looking down at Mac's still spurting cock, though everyone else was now standing, including my wife who now turned with massively drenched cum-covered tits.

"Joy? Jim? These are new friends of ours, John and Kate Matthews," Jill said now introducing us. And of course, Jim walked over, reaching down, and shook my dick. To everyone's surprise, including my own...I then did the same to his.

"Pleased to meet you," I said, as a smattering of giggles suddenly erupted all around, along with a wide-eyed look of surprise from my wife, along with a most pleasured smile and nod of her head as she stood there looking at me. Kate then walked over towards Joy, and promptly reached down cupping the woman's cunt, palming it, as Joy then did to her moments later.

"Pleased to meet you as well," she told the woman, as I now stood grinning back at her own sensual little greeting.




The Party



They were indeed an older couple, and I hate to say it, but were well preserved for their ages. If anything, Joy looked extremely sexy for an older woman, something that had caught me off guard just a bit. She wore her hair fashionably short, which really looked good on her, especially as she had made no obvious attempt to color it. And though her breasts were certainly no longer perky, and just a bit smaller than my wife's were...they were never the less quite stimulating to look at (and as I would later discover) quite soft and erotically pliable when being played with too. She also had fairly long nipples, which even then were hard and stiff as she stood there greeting everyone in kind, just as Jim then did, saying hello to Mac and Jack's prick with another friendly little hand shake. As the two of them sat down, taking up on the offer of a drink as we all took a bit of a break here, it afforded me the time to look at the two of them even more closely, without being too obvious about it. Though Joy did have a small patch of pubic hair, (it too being a wispy silver color) I found it erotic as hell while looking at her there, as was Jim too. His hair likewise gray, though his features didn't at all make him appear to be old looking, and quite physically fit for someone in their early sixties. In addition to that however, was the fact that Jim did have what none of the rest of us appeared to by way of comparison...that so called 'monster' cock as I called it. Not even hard (yet) it hung easily a good seven or eight inches down between his legs, and actually swung to and fro as he moved about. I had of course noticed that right off when I reached down and shook it hello.

"So...the dice game huh?" Joy said upon seeing the dice still lying on the table along with the score pad and timer. "Been a while since we've all done that...sounds like fun."

"Yeah, it's been fun!" My wife excitedly stated, "Looking forward to playing with you," she then added, getting an affectionate kiss on the cheek from Joy upon saying that.

"And I'm looking forward to playing with you too!" She answered back, reaching out and giving one of my wife's breasts an affectionate little feel.

"Well, I guess that makes you guy's couple number four then," Jill announced adding their names to her score sheet. "And we'll spot you two enough points to catch you up to everyone else...how's that sound?"

"It sounds perfect. Now...whose cock do I get to suck first then?" She asked, as everyone laughed.

"I think you need to roll the dice first," Jill told her giggling.

"Oh damn...you mean I have to wait before I can do that?" She said jokingly, though Jill soon rolled the dice, and sure enough as it turned out, Joy's number came up along with mine. She grinned almost too wickedly, not even bothering to look at the list. "Oh goodie...I get to fuck the new guy!"

Facing the music

Almost before I could even react to it, Joy came over and placed herself down over my dick in a reverse cowgirl position as I sat there in my chair. Glancing up towards my wife as she did that, I was at least pleased to see not only the smile on her face, but her hand suddenly down between her legs as she sat there watching the two of us, uninhibitedly toying and fingering herself, though it seemed everyone else was too. Including Jim now, as his prick had hardened quite noticeably, now easily the eight inches I had estimated it would be. It didn't appear to be quite as thick around as mine was, but the length of it was certainly noticeable.

"Oh, he's so nice and thick this one!" Joy exclaimed as she just then managed to impale me fully inside her before finally beginning to move up and down against me. "Grab my tits," she then added, "I really like having my tits played with while I'm fucking someone."

I was only too happy to oblige her. And as I now discovered, they were damn fucking soft, though her nipples were damn fucking hard, stiff and long. Taking each one between my fingers thumbing them and rolling them about.

"Oh yeah...I love that, but pinch them...hard!" She all but demanded. "Pull on them and pinch them nice and hard while I fuck you!"

The sound of flesh slapping flesh could easily be heard as hardly anyone was saying anything, just watching the two of us going at it. I could certainly understand why now...Jill and Jack had purchased this particular piece of property, so far out and away from everyone. Our fucking sounded like thunder rolling as we crashed into one another.

"Times up!" Jill too soon announced, though even then it took a moment or two more before Joy was willing to give up my dick.

"We need to discuss time limits," she laughed. "That was way too fucking short!"

I had been like less than a minute away from shooting a load up inside the woman's cunt...for me at least, the timing had been just perfect. And though I'd been known to manage two, sometimes even three orgasms a night, I wasn't anywhere's near wanting, or ready to start counting them down just yet.

We continued to play of course, once again most everyone getting involved in one way or another, doing various things. But then finally came the roll that truly made me question myself...though I knew it would eventually come down to that. And of course, who else but Joy was the one to suggest it when it occurred. "Girls choice," and that basically meant...an anything goes kind of situation.

And then like an opposing team, the four women all huddled off to one side together, making it an even more dramatic effect, at least for me anyway as they stood there discussing the possibilities and options of what the four of them would like to do or see. I saw Kate glance up seconds later, looking over towards me, and knew by the expression on her face, a curious one...that whatever it was that was about to be announced, would cause me to come to some sort of a final decision here about everything. And I didn't have too long to wait.

After the huddle finally broke, Joy made her way back over passing next to me. "You can thank your wife..." she began. "You got off easy...this time," she added. And then told everyone what it was they'd come up with and agreed upon.

"Ok guys...here's what we want to see. The four of you stand up, form a circle, and then going right to left, grab the dick of the guy next to you, jacking him off, all the while rubbing that dick against the dick opposite and across from you," she explained. Although nervous, and a bit apprehensive as I hadn't really done anything like this before, I steeled my resolve, determined now as Kate and I had earlier agreed to do, to just go with the flow and see how things felt afterwards. And besides, I now knew in my doing even this much...Kate would most likely finally do at some point in time, the one thing I'd been dying to see her do for me.

We quickly formed a tight little circle, Jack standing to my left, and Jim now on my right, meaning it would be his dick I would soon be fondling, and masturbating here, as Jack did the same to me. I'd likewise be rubbing pricks directly with Mac across the way, as we formed up and began doing so, the girls now standing in between the openings in order to watch and enjoy things more closely as we began doing that. 

"Ten minutes," I thought to myself. "I can certainly handle this much for ten minutes."

I'll be the first to admit, it was an interesting sensation, holding onto another man's cock, especially as big, and as hard as Jim's was. And not only that, but purposely rubbing it as I did that against Jack's, while he in turn fondled mine, rubbing my prick head against Mac's, who in turn of course, pumped on Jack's dick, rubbing it against Jim's.

"Fuck that's horny hot!" Jill exclaimed as I glanced over, saw she was fingering herself, though so were the rest of the girls as they filled in the gaps between us, looking on. I was surprised to find this as arousing as I suddenly did, enjoying the sensation, the rather strange sensation I might add, of not only doing this...but enjoying it while I did.

"I'll say," Kate added standing next to me, grinning broadly, affectionately as she reached up kissing me on the cheek, and then whispering. "Thank you baby...I'm loving this."

"Me too," I actually responded back, blushing a bit, in admission of that. But the truth was...I really was. I didn't feel squeamish at all, not like I'd expected, and the feel of Jim's prick in my hand was indeed interesting as I stood there jacking it, rubbing it directly against Mac's prick, though somewhere along the way, we seemed to be rubbing against one another all over the place, which is about the time that Jack announced he was actually going to come.

"Fuck man, I'm going to let go!" He announced simply as Mac really went to work on his dick now, pumping it furiously as the first jettison of his semen suddenly skyrocketed from the end of his dick, splashing against the three of us as we all stood there, watching, feeling and sensing it as he did so.

"Nice one!" Mac exclaimed, and then he too began spurting, just like that, unable to hold off any longer, and producing a rather nice discharge himself, even though he had already come once earlier on in the evening against my wife's tits.

And then low and behold...I felt it too. Felt the first tingling sensation deep inside my balls as Jack continued rubbing his still squirting, spurting head against my prick and everyone else's.

"Fucking A!" I exclaimed, and then simply joined the party.

The only one who hadn't come of course was Jim, though he soon explained the reason why without really being asked.

"I'm trying to pace myself," he said. "Unfortunately at my age perhaps, I usually only manage one climax a night, though it's usually a pretty big one when I do."

"It is that!" Joy said joining in. "Jim usually comes what seems like a gallon when he does, so keep that in mind ladies, especially if you're the one caught sucking it when he does, though as much as I love drinking cum myself, it's damn fun just watching it when he erupts. Which perhaps why I've affectionately called my husband "Old Faithful". He never ceases to amaze me whenever he does erupt, as I'm sure all of you will eventually see tonight before this party's over!"

I actually found myself looking forward to that.

Finally...girl on girl stuff

Retaking our seats, catching our breath, Jack refreshed everyone's drinks while we took a break from the game for a moment, though at that moment, I didn't realize it had already come to an end. But...it had indeed served its intended purpose. With everyone well aroused now, even though three of us at least had just finished having rather nice, very intense orgasms, the girls were pretty well fired up. Jim sat, still fully erect though he continued to fondle and play with it a bit, keeping it so. In the meantime, with the three of us sitting there feeling like Jell-O, it didn't take long to see that the girls weren't about to just sit there and wait for us.

"Come here sweetie...I need to taste that!" Joy said looking over towards my wife. "Sit here, lay down on the lounge chair," she indicated as Kate did just that, much to my immediate surprise and delight, fully laying down, and back with her legs spread dangling off each side of the chair as Joy somehow managed to crawl up into it with her. "Yeah, that's it...now, scoot back a little!" I sat up, suddenly well collected, and extremely curious to see this. As was everyone else so it appeared. Both Jill as well as Darlene wandered over throwing down cushions to sit on, and then began caressing and massaging my wife's breasts as Joy settled in, and began coyly licking and savoring my wife's sweet delicious pussy. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a small knowing "O" as she moaned softly, contentedly as Joy went about her work.

I was hard as a rock again within seconds of seeing this.

I could see by the look on my wife's face that she was in heaven. As much as I enjoyed eating her out myself, I know there was something about another woman doing it for her, that forbidden fruit thing for one thing, and of course her being a woman period. But I am also sure, having both breasts fondled and played with (not to mention being sucked simultaneously) surely added to the pleasure she was currently experiencing. That too was a first for her, so I know she had to be feeling things she never had before. When she started moaning the way she usually does, especially when she becomes so very much aroused, I knew it wouldn't be long before she was climaxing like crazy.

But I was about to see and witness something I had never seen before either. And it would in the beginning, almost horrify my wife!

Still licking and lapping happily away at her, I now watched as Joy eased in first one finger, and then two, inside my wife's cunt. Even sitting where I was, just a few feet away, it was easy to see...watching her as she appeared to be sort of walking her two fingers inside my wife's pussy. It was driving her nuts. And I took special note of that.

But it was when her eyes suddenly flew open that I thought at first there was something wrong. One second before, she looked to be hovering right on the edge, her "cummy" face as I called it, those kinds of faces you normally don't enjoy letting others see, though I think they look fucking hot. Especially when she pulled one. And this was a good one too...right there, right up until the very moment her eyes suddenly popped open wide. She even tried sitting up for some damn reason, and then basically let out a wail that surprised everyone. But it wasn't even that so much, as what suddenly we all saw, and heard. Joy was literally drinking my wife's juice. And there was for some inexplicable reason, a whole bunch of it too. Not just the sort of creamy stuff she sometimes produced, this was an honest to god jettison of some sort of almost clear fluid. Even Joy was having a difficult time now drinking it down, finally backing away, her face absolutely drenched, and my poor wife apologizing (still coming) apologizing, and still coming some more. It probably didn't help that Joy continued to sit there, fingering my wife's cunt, her fingers literally buried to the hilt inside her as she in turn just sat there and laughed, licking her lips.

"Oh baby...oh honey, no reason to apologize here, you didn't do anything wrong. Haven't you ever squirted like that before?"

"Squirted?" My wife said in astonished amazement. "I thought...that sort of thing was you know...fake?"

"Oh hell no!" Joy now assured her, only slightly backing off now as the torrent of nice spritzy little pussy squirts had finally began to ebb. Now she was just pulsing out a little bit of her fresh pussy honeydew. "I do it too...not every time mind you, but once in a while. It just depends on how aroused I am, and what's being done to me. I thought I might try it on you...and low and behold, looky what we did to you!" She said grinning like a Cheshire cat.

It wasn't any big surprise to glance over and realize that all four of us were sporting hard firm erections again. After having watched that, watched my wife climax so gloriously the way she had, we were all rearing to go again, and the girls were more than ready for that.

Fucking wild isn't the word

"I need a cock!" Darlene said simply. "But I also want to have my pussy licked too," she grinned suggestively looking towards me. Crooking her finger, she bid for me to come over, though doing the same to Jack as she took one of the large padded mats available and placed it down on the deck near her. "Lay down Jack, lick me while I suck you, and while John here pounds me from behind. I need some good hard pussy-pounding, and some clit sucking," she added, and then got into the classical '69' position with Jack as I waited briefly before working my way up behind her on my knees.

Obviously we weren't the only ones preparing to have a fun little group activity here. Placing another comfy mat down on the deck not too far away from us, Jim settled himself down on that laying on his back, as Kate now positioned herself over his long throbbing penis. I knew she'd been dying to try out his long cock almost from the moment she'd seen it, and now she had her chance to do just that. Standing in front of her as she slid down over his cock, Mac now fed her his dick, which she began to delightfully suck, while simultaneously fucking Jim's prick.

Pairing up together, Jill and Joy were amusing themselves with Jill sitting on the edge of the patio table, Joy taking a seat in front of her, and had already begun licking and pleasuring Jill's pussy with her mouth as I looked over watching all this, just then sliding my own cock deep inside Darlene's hot succulent, extremely went cunt.

Darlene quite obviously was very much enjoying the double pleasuring she was receiving. Even with Jack's cock inside her mouth, she was moaning delightedly, almost deliriously. I could likewise feel the clench of her pussy muscles as they sucked at my dick with every thrust, every lunge, every plunge into her depths. And of course I too was enjoying the sensation, the feel of her, my senses almost on overload as I added to the excitement and passion of the moment. Glancing over, watching the erotic spectacles taking place near me simply added to that. My darling sweet wife so uninhibitedly bouncing up and down on Jim's prick, her hands and mouth busy, working at Mac's cock simultaneously with a fervor that implied her own pleasured enjoyment.

And then of course, enjoying Jill and Joy, Jill's eyes closed, leaning back a bit...her mouth and lips working, her tongue constantly moving as though she was doing the licking herself as Joy basically devoured the woman's cunt.

It was indeed a sight to behold with all this taking place around me, simultaneously. I was in fact so absorbed by all this, that I didn't initially even comprehend for a few moments what I was suddenly feeling. I had thrust into Darlene's pussy, and then slowly pulled out, teasing her as I did so. However, I had slipped out by accident, prepared to reach down and reposition my cock against her cunt, sliding in again. Before I could do that however, I felt Jack's hand suddenly grasping it! In that millisecond of time, I felt he was actually going to put it back in, expecting him to do so, but found instead, that he actually sucked, and then licked the tip for a moment, before actually doing that. I felt an unexpected, unanticipated shiver of delight course through me, and then felt the warmth of Darlene's pussy again. I shoved...in, and then out, Jack again repeating the maneuver several times in succession. Fucking Darlene, Jack sucking my dick, and then doing that all over again repeatedly. It was decadent enough, so totally unexpected, and yet I continued doing that, purposely now removing my cock just so Jack could grab it, lick it, and then shove it back in her.

It was Jill's anguished cry of delight that drew my attention to her at that moment. She was flat on her back, lying on the table, thrashing about wildly now, with Joy holding on for dear life, still sucking and licking her, though barely. As I did that, I noticed too that same grimace of pleasure, or "cummy-face" on Mac as he only then looked down, starting to withdraw his prick from my wife's mouth.

"Gonna...CUM!" He cried out, though to my surprise, Kate didn't allow him to extricate his prick from her mouth, if anything holding it firm, all but swallowing his entire length as he began spurting...her cheeks puffing out some as she took all he had to give, simultaneously holding her breath a little as he spurted one load after another into her still sucking mouth. And though it surprised me a little, seeing her do that...it also pleased me to no end. Kate was indeed far aroused at this point, perhaps more than I had seen her in quite some time. There was no doubt about it now, what she'd said, and what we'd agreed upon earlier, about going for broke here tonight more or less, was suddenly being proven in what I now enjoyed seeing her doing.




The Party



Having seen that, along with the combined sensation of Darlene's pussy, and oddly enough, Jack's mouth still periodically sucking my dick in between, I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer myself. But it was Kate's cry of climatic release that did it for me, just hearing her, that familiar little squeal she made whenever she climaxed. 

"Fuck, am gonna squirt!" Was about all I managed, my eyes closing automatically, feeling my balls tighten even more than they already were, just as Jack reached up, cupping them. I shot off like a rocket, filling Darlene's cunt, hearing her cry out in delight as I did that, as she too began to climax, Jack having latched onto her clit, sucking it...as the two of us came together.

Darlene all but collapsed, falling forward, my prick suddenly popping out of her drenched now very creamy pussy, though Jack continued licking us both, doing so almost casually, cleaning us both up. Now almost too sensitive, I sat back, forcing the issue, standing up on almost unsteady knees as I wandered over towards my wife, helping her up where we hugged, and then kissed erotically. I didn't even think about it, tasting Mac's flavor and essence in my wife's mouth as we tongued one another passionately.

"Whew...I need another drink!" I then stated, as Kate agreed with me, the two of us walking over towards the makeshift bar Jack had set up. Though as we did that, it became obvious to us both...that another show was soon about to start, and neither one of us wanted to miss that.

By now, Joy had made her way over to where Jim was still laying on the mat. His cock still covered with my wife's nice creamy little spending. Tendrils of her female juice still clinging to it as Joy began lapping and cleaning him up.

"You ready to give me a nice big hot juicy load baby?" She asked him as he smiled at her nodding his head.

"Fuck yes...I'm not sure I can hold out much longer," he confessed.

"Would you like some help?" She grinned still teasing his cock, licking it. Once again he nodded as Joy then turned towards Mac, inviting him over. "Care to give me a hand with this?" She asked him hotly. "Baby's ready to burst here...time for Old Faithful to blow!"

Once again sitting down, though placing our seats close enough so we could watch this, Jill soon sauntered over as well, standing next to me, one hand on my shoulder, the other one again down between her legs. She slipped a finger inside, and then offered it to me as I took it...sucking it off, tasting her own juicy fluids.

"It's so fucking hot watching him come," she stated as Jack now joined his wife, slipping behind her, and then in her, the two of them slow-fucking, not for the purpose of reaching, or finding climax, but in simply pleasuring one another while watching this climatic moment as we all were.

"Come on Darlene...come help!" Joy now stated, inviting Darlene over, as she somehow snuggled up between his legs, laying on her back as she actually took his balls into her mouth. From above, Mac and Joy licked, sucked and ran tongues, hands and fingers up and down his shaft, methodically, well practiced, and obviously having done this and shared such together with one another before. It was like watching a perfectly choreographed performance as they complimented one another, as opposed to getting in one another's way as they did this.

"Almost there baby...almost there. So...fucking good, feels so...fucking...hot!" He just managed, his face starting to redden just a little, the intensity of what we all knew to be here shortly, a rather intense orgasmic display. And no one was disappointed either. In hindsight, looking back at that moment, I honestly can say, I'd never seen anything like it.

Old Faithful

In the past, I've actually prided myself in having some rather remarkable, "big-squirty" jettisons of spunk myself. Though that was usually only after I'd gone a few days without jerking off, or without doing anything with Kate either. And then only...if we'd really teased, and delayed the shit out of one another before that actually happened.

Still...those squirts of mine when they occurred where something to see and to talk about. Which we laughingly usually did.

So knowing that...about myself anyway, I was pretty much expecting something similar out of Jim when he finally came. After all, he'd been aroused now most of the night without having come once, so I had a pretty good idea, that when he did come...and soon by the looks of it, it was going to be a good one.

Like I said...I had no idea!

It was as though all of God's creatures were suddenly aware of what was about to happen. I couldn't swear it of course, but I'd have bet money that even the crickets which had just a short time ago, came out and began chirping...had quieted. I know none of us spoke a word, only the sound of labored breath, a faint hint of Jill's juicy cunt, though I also think Jack quit fucking her for a moment, holding still there inside her as Jim suddenly let out a cry, seemed to arch his back, lifting his ass which forced Darlene to lift with him keeping in contact with his balls.

What I saw then...was the most unbelievable sight I had ever seen.

The "rope" and I call it that...because it damn near looked like that in fact, shot out of the end of his prick in this long, lengthy white streamer of spunk that somehow defied gravity. Without exaggeration, I still swear it shot at least three if not four feet straight up in the air. Now I've had a few that I daresay have done that as well, though perhaps not straight up, but even then...only one, perhaps two. Not Jim.

Now sitting up, Joy on one side, Mac on the other (Darlene now scooting out so that she too could watch) they both had their hands wrapped around his cock, pulling down on it...holding it. He shot again as they did that...still holding, not moving back up. Another streamer, just full, just as copious, and just as high shot out again. And then up again came their hands, and down again repeating the movement, the squirting. They pumped, he shot...they pumped, he shot over and over again. I sat, I know my wife sat, each of us wondering...thinking, though I finally heard myself saying it out loud.

"Holy fucking shit! Will he ever STOP cumming?"

It had broken the sexual tension a little, a few nervous, delightful giggles following, though everyone's eyes remained glued to the spectacle, even as Jim's ass came back to the ground once more. Even then, he continued to spurt, seven, perhaps eight now...though no longer quite as high as they'd been, or as thick perhaps, but still they came, continued to come. Joy and Mac now working his prick a bit more, a steady cadence, a steady yet still slow stroking. He came again, squirting more, only a few inches now, but enough to see it...watch it flow, spurt and begin to saturate their hands, his balls...and everywhere else around them now. I lost track somewhere around thirteen, perhaps fourteen full spurts, not counting the bubbling dribble of spunk that continued to ooze from the tip long after both Joy and Mac had finally quit stroking him, milking his cock. Even then, it continued to bubble out of the tip running down the sides of his shaft.

"And that's why...I call him 'Old Faithful," Joy said, only then mouthing him again, beginning to clean him up.

Only then did I realize somewhere along the way that Jack too had climaxed, now stepping back, a dribble of his own cream running down the inside of Jill's legs as she swiped at it, now gathering up what she could, licking it from her fingers.

"Pretty fucking amazing isn't it?" She then said.

Which Kate and I thought, was a fucking understatement.

With everyone pretty much sated, we sat once again collecting ourselves. Having been invited to spend the night rather than drive home, we decided to do so, though both Mac and Darlene soon after began preparing to leave, as did Joy and Jim as they had early plans for the following morning and needed to make their own long drive back soon as well.

Before they all went back inside to dress again, Joy came over to Kate and I once again telling us how much she enjoyed meeting us, and had enjoyed being with the two of us. I thanked her for that, as Kate did, and told them both how much we too had enjoyed meeting and being with them.

"I didn't get to suck your cock though tonight," she added, "so perhaps you'll return again so that I can."

Without even looking towards Kate for any kind of confirmation or response to that, I answered for the both of us...correctly I might add.

"Count on it...and the sooner the better," I added.

"Don't tempt me," she winked before turning. "I'm still rather horny...and plan on playing with myself all the way home tonight!"

With that, we kissed them good-bye, did the same with Mac and Darlene, and then stood in the driveway next to Jack and Jill, the four of us still nude, still happy as clams as we waved them all off.

"Well, we can either show you to the guest room...or to our room, whichever you'd prefer," Jill asked.

It was a no brainer. We might have to catch up on a bit of sleep the following day, but Kate and I were both ready and willing to continue on with this new adventure we'd just taken, and spend the rest of the night enjoying the delights of our two very new, and very dear friends.

-End-

Epilogue and note

Although my wife and I must remain anonymous for both personal, as well as professional reasons, I wanted to take a moment and thank Many Feathers for telling this story for us.

And though he certainly took some poetic license in some of the dialogue (understandably) for story interest, both my wife and I agree, MF captured the essence of our sometimes quirky friends characters and personalities. Joy (though not her real name no) is indeed a very special and very delightful woman, who has now befriended my wife in such a way that I don't think a single day goes by that they're not on the phone with one another. She is indeed a very unique and very special lady. (Not to mention "Old Faithful") Which really is the nickname she has given her husband, and another now very dear friend of ours.

Though this story is just the beginning of what became a permanent fixture in our lives with this special group of friends, I wanted to find a way to share it, as this experience has indeed changed our lives for the better. We of course have continued on our relationship with this small group of people, along with one another couple recently introduced only a couple of months ago. And though we continue to have, and to enjoy many similar experiences together as was this one. We feel that adequate justice was done in the telling of it, and how we've now come to cherish and enjoy one another's company to the extent that we have.

So again to Many Feathers. Thank you. Thank you for helping us to share this amazing experience.

J & K



The Party



I arrived home just after work on a Tuesday evening. Brian was sitting on the couch and as I walked in the door he rose just like he was trained to do. I took a moment to consume the image before me. He was there wearing a black t shirt that hugged his chest showing off his form. How many times have I dragged my fingers over that chest? My gaze drops lower now to his very neatly tailored brown pants. He sees my gaze drop and smiles at me. After visually consuming his bulge I twirl my finger and he rotates a half turn. It always brings me pleasure to see him from the back. Brian was an athlete in high school and college. While his body wasn't chiseled like it was when I first met him I am always taken in by it. The tactile joy of running my finger over that sinewy body always brings a smile to my face.

When Brian and I first met we were both students at University of Illinois. By some stroke of fate we had been dorm floor mates. At the time I was a young woman of 22. Brian somehow got assigned to an upper-class dorm as a freshman. He was a very intelligent biology major but what really caught my eye were his shoulders. The first time I passed him in the hall I saw his shoulders swaying as he walked. His icy blue eyes gleamed at me and it seemed to pierce my very being. I was totally stricken. And if that wasn't enough his lips separated and he smiled at me. After pulling the arrow out of my back I realized that it was futile to bandage the wound, I would make him mine. 

Well, as it turns out we became friends and that lead to lovers, vanilla at first, mind you. That all changed the night I introduced Brian to D's. I have always craved a certain amount of power in a relationship and I demand total devotion. In the past this has been a difficult order to fill. It is very difficult to find an appropriate partner that craves to serve and yet is also a prize worth having. I have always desired pets, not mindless slaves. Brian seemed to be the perfect candidate. He was headstrong, intelligent and extremely sexy. At the same time he was also a perfect gentleman when we were out on dates. Attentive and polite, I never had to open a car door or walk in the rain. The slightest touch from him would make me shiver. I found that I would lay awake at night dreaming of the day that he would call me Ms. I could barely control my desire to collar him but I knew that I had to wait until we were more familiar and our relationship had reached a certain level. I have never understood the casual Master/pet relationship. I would see them at socials now and then, where people would just meet and start to participate in a scene with no deeper connection. I have always thought that the connection is imperative in order to command the highest level of devotion from my pet. My world is not one that has room for safe-words or other false senses of security.

After we had been dating for a few months I decided that it was time. I had called him up and told him to dress well and to wear the shirt that I bought for him last month for his birthday. He asked, "where are we going, and..." 

"Shh," I cut him off, "meet me at 8 at my door, we will be having dinner." I could almost feel him smile through the phone as we hung up. I clicked down the receiver and started to think that this was going to be a big night. After taking a long bath I got dressed. I pulled my thigh high stocking up over my feet allowing them to slide up my leg to my knee. I could feel the fabric scratch along my skin, awakening all of my pores. As I stood in front of the mirror in just my purple thigh highs I smiled and thought that this was a big night indeed. My nipples were already hard from the anticipation; my slick pussy was already moist. I looked at the panties on my bed and smiled as I put them back into my underwear drawer. I slid into my dress, a short black dress that was conservative in the front but low cut in the back. I could feel the fabric against my bare skin and the air move between my legs. 

I shut the light in my bedroom and looked out the window at 7:50 and sure enough Brian's car was outside. He was patiently waiting. I smiled and thought that he was already on his way to becoming a wonderful pet and he didn't even know it. I knew he wouldn't approach the door for another 5 minutes. He had been giving me time to get ready but he wanted to be sure that he was early and I wasn't waiting for him. As I looked at his shadow in the car I slid my finger up my thigh and started to tease my skin. I brushed my finger over my already moistening pussy and it sent shivers through my body. I watched him get out of the car and walk up to the house. I slid my finger inside my pussy and allowed myself to trap it, and a moan involuntarily escaped my lips. The door bell rang and I neatly arranged myself and went downstairs. 

Opening the door I invited Brian inside. He kissed my cheek and walked into the living room. My mind was on fire. Most people think that Dommes are always confident and don't fear rejection. The truth is, however, a Domme puts herself in a very vulnerable situation. As a Domme I rely on the devotion and servitude of my sub to maintain the power. It is sort of like a bully in school. You can beat people into submission for a while but inevitably either the submissive realizes the hollowness of the situation or someone else comes in the picture. No, the only way to guarantee the total devotion of your pet is through true mutual respect and a closeness that is much more intimate than love. My pet must trust me completely and this type of trust doesn't come easily or often. Now the truly difficult part of this vulnerability is that it has to be completely denied. I must appear completely confident and self assured.

As I walked into the living room I saw him sitting on the couch. I told him to stand and when he smiled at me I rephrased, "Stand now Brian" I said with a quiet confidence, my heart pounding on the inside. I was relieved when he began to stand and aside from the slight quiver of my lip that betrayed a smile I remained stern. He looked at me and started to walk over toward me. "Stop", I ordered. Again, he obeyed. "Turn around slowly" was my next command. As he turned I again took in the sight of his body. This was the true meal, consuming his image through my eyes as satisfying as any feast. After he was done turning I told him he could sit. As he started to sit on the couch I ordered him to stop. In a cold voice I said "you haven't earned the right to sit on the couch yet ..." I pointed to the floor and he quietly sat down. I sat next to him on the couch and I could feel his surprised gaze. His gaze traveled up my feet to my calf, as I saw his eyes creep toward my thighs I smiled and spread my legs slightly daring him to look more closely. I looked over at him and asked him if he understood the situation. With a puzzled look in his eye he said no Ma'am. Smiling, I thought, he understands more than he thinks. I noticed that he already began calling me ma'am. Very soon that would be altered to be Ms. 

I smiled at him and explained that I was giving him the opportunity to serve me. I told him up until now I had been a fake representation of myself and now he would get to meet the true me. "Do you want to meet the true me Brian?" I paused to wait for his answer. A true pet must accept the collar willingly and without duress. A forced collar is a fleeting situation and I wanted him to submit himself to me completely. I will teach him and let him grow as a pet, soon he would be a prize to be envied and cherished. He gazed at me with icy blue eyes. This was the most dangerous weapon he had and didn't even know it. Those eyes had a fire behind them that threatened to melt the hard exterior that I was showing. I stood up and turned away in order to hide my reaction and give myself a moment to gather myself after he responded. I did not want to reveal elation or disappointment to him. 

As I stared at the wall in front of me, my back to my prize, I heard him state simply and plainly "Yes". 

After pausing a moment to wipe the smile off my face I turned around, this time facing him so I could watch his reaction. "Are you sure?" 

He answered, again simply "Yes" and his jaw never faltered.

That night was the beginning of the next step in our relationship. In fact that was 5 years ago to the night, our anniversary so to speak. And as is our tradition I have something planned to mark the occasion. "Turn around my pet and face me." He does as he's told and quietly looks at me waiting. I sit down on the couch and raise my right foot off the ground. 

Brian kneels in front of me and takes my foot on his knee looking up at me he asks, "May I?" I nod my head and he starts to unbuckle my shoe. I am wearing low heels, designed for practicality not for drama. This would soon change. I watch his face as he slips my shoe off and starts to run his hands over my skin. He drags his hand lightly over my foot at first tickling me a bit. With a flash I glance at him reacting to this act of defiance. He has been thoroughly trained and knows that this is unacceptable. 

"Stop," I order firmly and pull my foot away from him. When I stand up I notice a smile dart across his lips, even before I can order him to stay there kneeling. I walk into the bedroom and look at the neatly laid out toys and tools on the dresser. Brian is responsible for their arrangement and maintenance. My eyes browse past the leather paddle, the various vibrators until I come to the cane. Taking it in my hands I give it a bend testing the resilience of the material. It bends back immediately, flexible and fast, the humming sound as it is whipped through the air always turns me on. He really has done a fine job, keeping it oiled properly. 

I walk out to the living room with the cane in my hand and gaze at my pet kneeling on the floor his back to me. With a quick glance at the clock I mark the time. It is important to complete this before the next stage of the evening begins. In a cold voice I ask him if he knows what he has done. "Yes Ms" he says in a firm voice. I can feel my body react to that act of simple deliberate defiance. It always turns me on to have a challenge and Brian never disappoints. In his own way, I am aware that he has told me what he craves and he knows that I also enjoy the discipline. This exquisite demonstration of his understanding of the dynamics and subtly of our relationship impresses me. To the outside vanilla observer this would be viewed as disobedience but the reality is that he has submitted himself to the punishment he knows he will receive, and he knows giving him this punishment brings me satisfaction. I smile to myself; this is a pet that surely is a prize to cherish. 

"You are aware that you have not followed the procedure explained to you on how you are to handle my feet, and that this oversight of the rules cannot be ignored." I lean down to him and place my lips near his ear while my hand runs through his hair. Taking a handful of it I pull his head back firmly causing him to gasp, "Answer me I growl". 

"Yes Ms." 

Still in a low voice I ask, "Yes, Ms what?" 

"Yes Ms I am aware that you must punish me now." After I let go of his hair I swish the can by his ear. Brian's body trembles when he hears that sound. 

"Do you know how you will be punished?" 

"Yes Ms. I do." 

"Proceed" I order him. Brian gets up and walks around to the back of the couch. He removes his shirt and lets his pants fall to the floor. I always enjoy watching him undress especially just before I am going to be reinstructing him. As his pants fall to the floor I observe the state of his already quite hard cock, rigid and standing at attention. He places his hands on the back of the couch and leans over slightly. 

I reach under him and take his balls in my hand, gripping them tightly until I get the gasp and the squirm that I am looking for. I love the way his balls feel in my hand, the symbolism is never lost on me. I release them and then step away. In a cold voice I tell my pet to count. One... the cane swishes through the air and finishes with a satisfying crack. I only swing half strength at first to condition him but even these swings leave a mark. After rubbing Brian's ass with my hand there is the familiar swish followed by a crack. "Two," I hear him count. I do love the sound of this cane and from the looks of his cock so does Brian. "Three," and this one is a loud crack leaving a nice red mark across his ass. I am careful to strike both cheeks at once in order to not concentrate too much pain this early in the evening. After all this truly is not punishment, more a gift to me from my pet, and I am enjoying it fully. I can feel my pussy growing wetter with each stroke. At the 10th stroke the door bell rings interrupting my rhythm. Brian looks up with a surprised look and I smile and tell him to put on the silk boxers that I like. As he walks away I also order him to remember his collar. 

Turning and opening the door I find my three friends that I have invited over for the evening. Tricia, Melissa and Amy. Tricia and Melissa are experienced Dommes and Amy is at the beginning stages of learning what it is all about. As they walk in Tricia notices the cane in my hand and smiles, "Started already have we?" 

"Darling Tricia, you know I never stop. Ladies please excuse me while I change into something more appropriate for this evening." They smile back at me and Melissa nods. 

In the bedroom I find Brian on his knees in the black leather collar with red embroidery I got for him last year. He has chained himself to the radiator as he has been trained to do. He has also laid out clothes on the bed for me. I walk over to the bed and examine them. "Explain" I say to Brian, knowing he is waiting for permission to speak. 

"I had thought that Ms would appreciate the suggestion for the outfit this evening knowing we had company." 

"Hmmm," I say, smiling approvingly at the selection he has made. Black stockings, garters, and a thong were laid out on the bed. Then a short red skirt that he knows is my favorite. The shirt he laid out is a black silk button down that I like to wear unbuttoned enough to show off my cleavage. Brian always notices and in fact sometimes he is quite distracted by it. This is truly a lovely choice for this evening and I tell him so. I slide my work clothes off and stand before him in my panties and bra. "I notice you did not pick out shoes my pet." 

Brian answers, "I could not decide Ms, I did not know who was coming over and you are very particular." He is correct, I do have definite taste when it comes to shoes, and I am a firm believer in the right shoe for the right occasion. It is amazing how simple foot ware can affect the drama of a situation and create an entire mood around it. 

"Brian, go and get my red snake skin shoes." With a smile he reminds me that he is constrained to the radiator. I walk over to him and drag my hand over his shoulders, his head eye level with my crotch and he can see the wetness already gathered in my panties. I unclamp his color making sure he can get a good smell of me. "Now go my pet." Brian returns with the requested shoes. They truly are a thing of beauty. Jimmy Choo originals, 5 inches high with red snakeskin crisscross in the front.

I sit down on the bed and spread my legs slightly and curl my finger towards me, summoning Brian. He kneels in front of me and looks up into my eyes. Those icy blue eyes catch me again and for a moment I'm lost in them. Quickly I catch myself and stroke the back of his head, pulling him gently to me. "Now pet I think it is time I shared with u the plan for the evening. Tonight is your chance to show my friends what a good pet you are and how much you have learned in the last few years." I pause for effect and watch his reaction. Brian shows nothing but interest on his face, no surprise and no reservation. I continue, "I have a specific task for you. I have bragged over the last few months about how skilled your tongue is. Tonight is time for me to put you on display. I want them to see what I have taught you over the last few months." I slide my hand behind his head and pull him into me. "Tell me my pet, do you want to taste what I'm offering you?" 

He answers, "Yes Ms." 

"You like tasting my wet pussy don't you?" He looks up at me with complete lust in his eyes. I can see the moistness on his lips just from the thought. 

"Yes Ms," he answers. In a cold voice I tell him to proceed. 

I lean back as he slips his fingers under my panties and slides them over. I feel his tongue drag softly over my thigh as the chill air contacts my now exposed moist lips. His tongue makes its way slowly towards my prize the soft warmth caressing my skin. I find myself already anticipating the feeling of his mouth on me. He presses his hand against my pussy flat as he has been instructed to do and allow me to set the pressure, conditioning my delicate clit for the soon to come attention. My clit gets even larger than it already was and in this current state of arousal I really don't need much conditioning. In fact just about 15 seconds after he starts I speak the order, "Begin." With that he slips his tongue over my left lip first, caressing it. When I feel his tongue touch me I can feel all the tension leave my body. When he sucks my lips into his mouth and caresses them with his tongue I feel my pussy drip even more. The soft tongue on my lips always makes me want more and he is going to give it to me. I grip his head and pull him into me, "Pet, get to work" I order. He slides his tongue into me and I lean my head back pulling his nose into my clit, using his face for my pleasure. I love the way his tongue fills my gaping pussy and I can hear myself moan as if I am watching from the seat. Smiling to myself I figure I will tease the three women sitting in my living room and let them hear a bit of Brian's talents. Gripping his hair I grind my clit against his nose bucking against him. I grunt, "Oh yes pet that's it let me fuck your face." This excites him even more and he starts hungrily lapping up my dripping pussy. Then just as I trained him to do he slips his tongue down to my asshole. The soft wet tongue pressing against me drives me wild. I feel myself bucking against him his nose buried deep in my pussy, smothering him. I pull him off my ass and tell him to stiffen. He smiles because he knows what is next. As his tongue slides into my ass I think to myself that he is going to blow their minds. It isn't a show anymore I am putting on for them I can barely contain myself as I feel my legs start to quiver. As I have trained him Brian slips his tongue out of my ass and presses his lips against my clit sucking hard and slow making sure to put pressure on it. When I look down into his eyes my body quivers and I fill his mouth with my sweet cum. He stops moving allowing me to rest looking up at me, waiting for one of two commands, "Again" or "Clean". Figuring I have kept my guests waiting long enough I issue the command "Clean". After Brian has finished lapping up my cum from my purring pussy he sits back on his knees looking at me, his cock hard and my juice all over his face. I sit up and stand next to him, "Stand my pet." When he is on his feet I lean into him and kiss his lips fully making sure to taste as much of my cum as I can.

"Now my pet, I want you to go out into that room and when you are told I want you to make my friends cum like you just did to me. If you perform well tonight I have a special reward for you." I walk around him as if I am stalking prey, circling. Leaning into his ear I whisper, "and if you fail you will be punished, and this time you will not enjoy it. Tell me do you remember Obsidian? I can see his pupils get wide as he remembered the conversation we had about him. We had met Obsidian at an event about a year ago. We had watched him scene with an inexperienced woman. He was knowledgeable but through careful observation of the way he interacted with her it was evident that there was no underlying level of respect. He had no regard for her or her pleasure and was purely working for his own gratification. As a Domme, this offended me and Brian picked up on that. After pausing for affect I continued, "If you fail, I will force you to watch as I bend over and take Obsidian's cock." Brian's face instantly shows his displeasure with this situation and I ask him if he understands. 




The Party



Boring. In fact if you weren't here, I'd already have left. A group of people who seem well meaning enough, it's just that there's really no interesting conversation, just banalities. But you're here, and that changes the chemistry of the evening. Not only a great friend, with a superb mind, and an interesting in all things, but a passionate lover, willing to enjoy the sensual, and spiritual side of sex, as well as the physical. None before or since has ever brought such a passion to the bed, and several other places as well.

Smiling people, laughs, and some food, it's a pleasant evening though, but as they often do, my eyes keep wandering back to you. And them. While not overwhelming or consuming of the attention, they're on display this evening, even though mostly covered. The hint of what lies beneath, and the shape and fullness draw my attention, as they always do. And that familiar stirring below my belt line begins, once again. Knowing, as I do, the softness of the skin there, and the glory of their impression into my hands, the arousal is nothing more than a pleasant reminder of past moments of delight. At first.

What the? So quickly I almost missed it, blinking my eyes to be sure I'd not just confused several images into one. There! Once again. A gaze from your eyes, to my lower extremities, and a quick dart of your tongue across your lips. And without anyone noticing, or so we think, your eyes look up to mine, with a slightly knowing smile. I'm a stranger in this home, I don't know the hosts except through you, so I don't know the privacy opportunities. Your eyes glance towards a hall, and then back at me with that delightfully wicked smile. It's clear that you do know them, and have something in mind. The arousal continues, now more consuming of the consciousness. 

Rising, I walk slowly to the bar, and find ice water. My calming elixir, always a jolt to bring my wandering lust back into control. A long slow drink, and I'm back into a less overt state of desire for you. Until you walk up, and with a wonderful sense of covert teasing you push them firmly against my arm, while asking for something to drink. Knowing I feel them, and smiling inwardly at my uneasiness in this foreign setting, you move in subtle ways to let me know your lust matches my own. A quick glance to make sure know one has taken any undue notice of us, I clandestinely squeeze your ass...nice and hard. Enough to make you struggle not to jump or gasp. Turning away, you walk back towards the rest of the house. Not being able to avert my gaze I watch your lovely ass as it proceeds away from me. And I look up, and see you point your glance towards a hallway, and then you're gone, down that hallway. Oh. An invitation. 

Even though the hallway is not well lit, I can see you clearly as I step into it's corridor, and I notice that you've opened your blouse, and they're clearly displayed for me, caressed as they are in black lace. Magnificent orbs, rivaling anything celestial for fascination and awe. I move towards them, and see you turn to the left and into a room. With cautious haste I follow and enter the room. With out a word you're in my arms, your body pressed against mine, your mouth devouring mine, exploring with your tongue in the way you know turns me on like a switch. My hands roughly grasp at your breasts, kneading the flesh there...pulling the lace aside to roll the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, tugging them into their own rigidity. Feeling your breathing quicken, I quickly grasp your hair, and pull you to me...whispering fiercly... "Raya, I'm going to fuck you, as I please, as long as I please. And you cannot stop me, even if that were your desire." 

And with that, I spun you to face away from me, and pull your dress up, until that ass is uncovered. Noting with delight that you still continue not to wear panties, I unzip my trousers and allow my cock to become unconfined by the fabric. The first touch you feel, other than my hands in your hair, is the very tip of my cock against your left ass cheek. You feel the warmth of the head, and the skin texture of the shaft as it slides along side you. In an instant your dress flutters to the floor, and you feel rapidly propelled towards the bed. Before you have time to think, your body is pushed forward at the waist, with your lovely globes suspended and your hands and elbows go on to the bed while your ass raises.

Presented with such an image I have no control of my cock, or my thoughts. My only complete desire is to enter that lovely canyon, glistening with dew. Without warning, my cock pushes deep inside your pussy, filling you snugly, and deliciously. My control of your motions is without wavering...and I move your body back and forth, as I begin to fuck you very deeply, with hard pounding strokes. 

The caress of the underside of my cock against your clit, and the alternating fullness and emptiness in your pussy pushes your own passion over the edge, and the first of the climaxes makes you shudder. As there is no letup in my fucking, you have two quick sharp climaxes, and you sense my movement intensify. Knowing my lovemaking signs, as you do, you know it won't be much longer for me. Filled as you are, and with that marvelous pussy giving my cock the most exquisite caresses, you begin to plead..softly at first, and then with more urgency... "Alan...Alan...I want to taste you...please...let me taste your cum..."...

Summoning what little control I have left, I pull myself out of you swiftly..and spin you around...pushing you down on the floor in front of me. Pulling your head towards me I command you, firmly, without any room for dissent, "Suck me, Raya. Suck me till I come."

Your lips part, and feel the strength of the pulsing head of my cock as it glides over them, and is caressed by your tongue, which swirls around the head. Pulsing, throbbing...it won't be long now...I stroke faster and faster...my balls bounding on your chin...and then you feel it, the pulse that tells you it's coming and cant' be stopped. As another almost violent climax rumbles into your pussy and up your spine....you feel my cock explode in your mouth, and my volcano erupts into your mouth. Eagerly you devour it, savoring the taste, but daring not to wait, lest you lose a single drop, you continue drawing it into your mouth...until you sense my movement has stopped, and my body is still, even though my breath is heaving.

Gently detaching your lips from my cock...but unwilling to let go, continuing to caress, you watch as I recover slowly. And noting with an evil grin, that a tiny drop of that cream rests on your left breast. Eagerly dipping into it with your finger you bring it to your lips to savor the last taste.

My mind is whirling with the effects of the marvelous fucking I've given to you, and the incredible sucking you've shared with me. I must lie down, else I let the dizziness take control. Slowly I move to your side, and sit on the bed. Your hand never leaves my cock, holding it warmly and gently. "Rest a moment, dear," you warmly chide me. And I close my eyes.

I hear sounds, and my eyes slowly open. You've returned, but you're not alone. Another woman stands beside you, asking you, softly, almost so that I cannot hear, "Is that him?" You assure her that indeed, I am the "him" you've spoken of. 

Wanting to turn away, she is still unable to stop looking at my cock, glistening as it is, even semi-hard, with the gentle coating from your pussy, and your mouth, not to mention the cream I shared with you. Pulling her towards the bed alongside you, you pull her down onto her knees, and while she watches, fascinated, you lean over and begin a slow adagio dance on my cock with your tongue. Knowing as it does the promise of that caress, my cock summons itself again to fullness and becomes hard in mere moments. 

As my cock rises, so to does the depth of your oral caress. Until that instant, I thought we were merely showing this unknown guest how two lovers please each other, when I hear you softly, but with a command that leaves no room for disagreement, speak to her, and tell her, "Lean over here and suck him, it tastes so wonderful." 

And with some trepidation, she does, tentative at first in her licks, but soon, bobbing her head with delight on the hardness of my cock. Losing myself in the delight of her action, I lose track of you.

Then, as my head rolls to one side, I see that you have raised her dress and have begun your own oral attention to her pussy. Your actions have a definite response on her, as her sucking and licking of my cock takes on a new fervor, a more manic and demanding tone. Soon, fearing her reflexes will result in a bite, she removes her mouth from me, and proceeds to use her hands, gently coaxing me, while telling you what she wants. "Yes, oh yes...suck me there...bite my lips...ah...ah.." and while her passion rises, I can no longer hold back and my cock explodes, onto her breasts and chin...with a cry she dives to taste it, reveling in the salty delicacy...

And then her own shudders begin...knowing your touches and caresses have reached the tipping point, her thrashing continues...intensity growing, until at last with a marvelous groan she climaxes...and tenses up while the waves hit her, emanating from her clit, but radiating throughout her body. The shudders are beautiful to feel, incredible to see. And knowing you've pleased us both, a smile crosses my face, thinking of how I might now have an accomplice in using my will.

To make you do the one thing you cannot. Allow me, or us, to concentrate on YOUR pleasure. More to come. Or more to cum. What a delicious thought.



The Party



The house was packed. Kate hadn't seen her boyfriend in almost an hour. It didn't help any that every time she tried to look for him, someone else flagged her down.

"Hey! Katie! What's new?"

Crap! Kate knew she'd met the tall, blonde guy before but she couldn't pull up his name to save her life. She was so ready to go home, kiss her little girl and fall asleep in her love's arms. If she could find him, that is.

After a few minutes of generic small talk she asked the blonde if he'd seen Erick.

"Yeah. I think he's downstairs playing RockBand with some people. What do you need that guy for?"

"He's going home with me." Kate replied coolly.

By the heartbroken expression on tall, blonde and boring's face, Kate could tell he'd been looking for more than small talk tonight.

"Thanks" she said. Hardly giving him a second thought, she made a beeline for the stairs. She thought she heard someone else call her name but Kate pretended not to hear them and hoped they wouldn't persist.

About halfway down the steps, she heard Erick laugh and couldn't suppress her own grin. RockBand, she thought, should have known.

He must have seen her strappy red sandals coming down the stairs because he was already waiting when she reached the bottom.

"Hi baby," she purred as he slipped his arm around her waist.

"I saw those perfect legs coming down the stairs and I figured I'd better get to you before someone else did."

Kate felt butterflies fill her stomach when Erick pressed his warm lips to hers.

"I missed you," Kate whispered.

"Really?" Erick asked, his eyes twinkling. "You've been pretty popular tonight. I didn't think you'd even notice I was gone."

She felt his hand slide down to caress her full, soft ass while he teased her. Kate always loved how bold Erick got when he'd had a drink or two. When he squeezed just slightly, Kate got instantly moist.

"Oh, Erick, don't!" She gasped?

"Why not? Are you ok?"

"Of course. It's just...I'm not wearing underwear."

As he looked up and down her little black dress Kate could see realization flicker across Erick's face.

"My messy, messy girl." Erick shook his head, grinning at her, his eyes still twinkling.

Kate just nodded, a little embarassed..

"You ready to go home, beautiful?" Erick asked.

"Yes, please." Kate replied with wide, needy eyes that told him everything he needed to know.

"I have to stop at the bathroom first," he said. "Come with me."

"Umm..ok..." Kate answered, a little confused.

Erick led her by the hand into the tiny basement bathroom and turned to lock the door behind them. When he turned around in the cramped space, he pulled her to him and locked her in a kiss that quickly cleared up any confusion she may have had.

"Are you sure?" She asked him breathlessly when he finally freed her lips from under his own.

"Do I feel sure to you?" he answered as he pressed her hand flat against the front of his jeans.

"Wow!" Kate laughed. "Where did THAT come from?"

Her laughter caught in her throat as she felt his cool hand on the inside of her thigh.

"You." was her lover's only reply. Kate felt the tingling in her stomach move lower, her wetness growing quickly as Erick stared into her eyes, his hand slowly moving higher.

Kate gasped out loud as his hand brushed against her drenched outer lips.

"Shhh," Erick whispered as he gently parted them. "You'll have to be quiet for me, baby" as he ran his finger along the inner folds of her pussy. Kate could feel the wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs now.

"You're so wet for me," as that finger brushed across her throbbing clit.

"You look so beautiful tonight," as he slipped his finger inside her.

"Everyone in this place is checking you out," as he added a second finger.

"I just had to remind you that you belong to me," as his knowing fingers massaged that perfect spot inside her.

"I'm yours, sweetheart. All yours. Always," Kate whispered, voice shaking with all of the intensity building up inside her. Erick could feel her body beginning to tighten around his fingers. He could hear her breaths becoming shorter and shallower. He knew that he was about to make her come. He stopped.

Before she could protest, he laid his finger to her parted lips and lowered himself to his knees. As he lifted her leg to rest on his shoulder, Kate began to shake with anticipation.

When Erick's tongue began to tease her clit, Kate had to cover her own mouth to keep from crying out. When he pressed his fingers back inside her and resumed his relentless assault, it was no more than seconds before she was screaming into her own hand, her body wracked with spasms of release. If it hadn't been for her knee on Erick's shoulder, Kate would have collapsed to the floor as her muscles went weak and her hot juices poured out of her and into her pleasurer's waiting mouth.

When he'd devoured every last drop pf her, Erick stood up, careful to keep Kate's body upright.

"I have to be inside you," he growled as he rained kisses over her neck and shoulders. Her turned her around to face the sink. She could see them both in the mirror as he slid her dress back up around her waist.

She saw his head dip to kiss her back, his lips warm between her shoulder blades.

She felt his hand on her hip, squeezing just slightly as he thrust into her so suddenly Kate bit her lip to keep herself quiet.

Their eyes locked ion the mirror, passing emotion and passion between them with breathtaking clarity. Their hips rocked together, desire consuming them both.

Kate's eyes widened as Erick reached around to press his fingers to her clit. As he rubbed her, he began to thrust harder and faster. She could tell just how close he was by the familiar look on his face.

As she felt the first spasm of his cock releasing inside her, Kate grabbed Erick's hand and leaned back against him, he own body beginning to convulse.

He wrapped his strong arms around her to hold them both up as their orgasms began to subside. As their eyes met in the mirror again, sweaty and disheveled, they began to laugh.

"You're a mess," he teased her.

"Your fault!" She declared as he turned her around to kiss her.

"I love you," Kate breathed as they both cleaned up and put themselves in order.

"Always," Erick answered as he opened the door.

Hoping to slip out unnoticed, they were both shocked to step out amidst loud cheering and applause.

"So much for being quiet."



The Party



Tonight is All Hallow's Eve. I love this time of year and especially Halloween evening. I especially like large Halloween costume parties. I like them a lot! 

I lead a mostly normal life. I have come to terms with who and what I am. To the world I look like an upper middle class professor of education at a prestigious school. I am surrounded by young students almost every day. Since I am single, by choice, I get to quietly "play the field" as it were. Since my students believe that I am an all around good guy I am often invited to student run, off campus, parties. I am often very, very, lucky at these parties. I normally have wonderful female companionship on several nights a week. But none of them compare with the companionship I get on Halloween. Life is good.

As I said, I live a mostly normal life. Halloween is the one night of the year when I allow myself to be far from normal. From external appearances I am just a well costumed guy. However, my Halloween nights are normally followed the next day by newspaper headlines about a vicious serial sexual sadist having struck the student population once again. What the heck, we all have to break loose and have fun at least every now and then. I just find that Halloween parties are a good hunting ground.

This year's party is being sponsored by the Greek community. All the fraternities and sororities have gotten together and rented the city's war memorial armory as the site for the party. The building, itself, looks like a miniature reproduction of a medieval walled fortress. The looks are deceiving. It has a large number of doors and a passage to the outside by way of the armory's garage.

This year I'm going dressed as a spectral apparition. My costume, as always, is homemade. There is no other like it, and after tonight it will cease to exist. It isn't a fancy costume but my own mother wouldn't recognize me in it. The mask incorporates a weighted diaphragm that vibrates as I speak. My voice sounds "hollow" this way. It also adds to my anonymity. Since the party is by invitation, all I need to get in is a ticket, and the tickets do not bear names and are not numbered. My costume gloves guarantee that my fingerprints will not be found at the party. On "hunting nights" I don't drink while around people so no DNA will be left at the party either.

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The party has been going on for about an hour and a half now. The fraternities and sororities have been running a sort of "limousine service" for the last half hour. They are running couples back to their "Greek" houses (to the bedrooms of course) and returning the happily exhausted students back to the party again. Most of the partiers are now relatively drunk. I'll make my move in another half hour or so.

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An extremely attractive, and busty, young thing has just walked over to me and given me an uninvited hug.

"What is a sweet young thing like you doing coming to an other worldly thing like me?"

"Gee, professor, I'd recognize you anywhere. You were my favorite teacher several years ago."

How did she recognize me? What had I overlooked? 

"What is your name, I can't place it right now?"

"It's Joan, but that doesn't matter, I have had a crush on you ever since I was a student of yours. I always wanted to get you into bed. Does that shock you?"

"No, it flatters me. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well, I own a house about fifteen miles from here. I have a well stocked bar and comfortable surroundings so that we could spend a fun evening, and night, if you were interested." 

As she said this she let her hand brush up against my cock and balls. Even through the costume it felt wonderful! This was a truly serendipitous event. I wouldn't have to find a way to coerce her to go someplace private...... But, hold on, what if she has a roommate?

"That sounds awfully good. Who else will be there?" 

"Well, I live well off the road there won't be another human within about half a mile of us. On top of that my house is relatively well shielded by trees so sound doesn't carry well. Are you interested?"

"Absolutely. Do you want me to give you a ride over in my car?"

"No, I'll drive. I've got a Jeep. My driveway is way too uneven for a modern sports car. If I remember right you like sports cars."

"You have a good memory. When do you want to go?"

"The sooner we get there the more play time we'll have. Shall we go?"

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The ride was uneventful. During it I was imagining the terrible things I was going to do to her. She would be begging for death long before I was done playing. 

We arrived at her place. As we went inside she told me to get out of my costume so that she could get closer to me. I liked that idea. While I shed my costume, except for the rubber gloves, she went into the kitchen to get us each a cup of Irish coffee. When she came back into the living room she stoked up the fireplace. Soon we had a wonderfully warm fire and we were also getting warm from our making out.

"Hey Prof. It is getting warm in here. Why don't you strip down to your undershorts, I'm going to shed all but my bra and panties. 

Again I liked this idea. Once we were stripped she moved over close to me and started kissing me and rubbing my crotch. I responded by fondling her beautiful breasts. My normal approach was to spike the girl's drink and have her bound before she knew what was happening. I had already added the drug to her coffee while she was disrobing. I hadn't seen any evidence of her becoming tired. Then she looked sleepy. That is when I took the handcuffs out of my pocket, and put them on her. She must have been really out of it because she grinned at me when the cuffs snapped shut.

However, within moments I found that I was getting very tired and having great difficulty in keeping my mind on track.

"Joan, did you put something in my coffee?"

She grinned at me and answered; "Yes, I did. You must be feeling the effects. That's good. Don't fight it, it won't do you any good. Soon your thinking will be as clear as it has ever been, but I'm sorry to say that you will have no muscle control. Your senses will be fine, it's just that you won't even be able to form words. That's o.k.! You will be hearing a lot but you won't need to talk." After saying that she broke the handcuffs off her wrists as if they had been made of paper. This did not bode well for this evening.

She spoke up and called out, "O.K. girls, you can come out now." 

"Lest you think I was lying professor you should know this. You won't believe me yet but I was being honest with you. You are the only human being here tonight."

I was suddenly very nervous. Were these people mentally unbalanced? They sure looked like people to me. There were now twenty gorgeous young women in the room. Their first order of business was to remove my undershorts. Then they lifted me up and carried me into the dining room and laid me on the formal dining room table. Each of them then stripped off their clothes. They were stunning. Then it hit me. I recognized some of them!

"Oooooo, girls I think he's beginning to understand. Look at the terror in his eyes. In case he has forgotten us we should introduce ourselves. I'll start and then we'll go clockwise around the table."

"Professor, you tortured me, ate parts of me and then killed me twenty years ago this very night. Do you remember cooking up parts of me with garlic and onions as part of a midnight feast? I'll bet you do. Go ahead, Angela. It's your turn."

"Nineteen years ago you did the same kind of things to me. You seemed to enjoy biting me, including tearing off certain sensitive parts with your teeth Then you sliced me up a bit before you killed me. I'm sure you remember that. Go ahead Gail, it's your turn."

And so it went. The last girl to speak I recognized with no trouble. I had killed her exactly one year ago this very night.

They had finished speaking and all pulled up chairs around the table, with the exception of Joan, Gail, and Angela.

"Angela, help me with the glasses and Gail please open the bottles of wine on the side board. Then help the other girls put this big butt plug in his ass. We don't want him defecating during our meal."

Each guest soon had a goblet of red wine sitting in front of them. 

"Joan grinned at me and said, we don't want you to bleed to death professor. That wouldn't be sporting. After all you played with us for hours and we don't want our Halloween party cut short by something as simple as death." 

Joan turned to the women, "Girls, you know what to do. Fasten a tourniquet on each arm and leg where it joins the body. Also, place one between his cock and balls and his body. We can't have the professor miss out on our fun."

Now, I was totally panicked! I couldn't move and they said that they were going to devour me like steak tartar.

Turning back to me, Joan told me: "We've all come as ghouls, which we are of course. You are in for a long unpleasant evening. You see, you are tonight's meal. Girls, show him your teeth."

Each of the women opened their mouths and showed a set of massive canine teeth and meat cutting incisors. They also started drooling in anticipation. 

Joan then invited the most recently killed girl, Bethany, to take the first bite. She started by biting off my balls. That really hurt! By the time they had eaten all the fresh meat they wanted I was missing my genitals, arms, legs, breasts, and liver among other items. The ghouls all took turns with ampoules of ammonia keeping me conscious. Seeing them eating my raw flesh did things to my mind that I have no words to describe. 

As their party wound down the youngest of the ghouls spoke to me. "We have a last surprise for you professor. You always indicated that you thought that the notion of a God or Satan was an old superstition. We know better and so, since this is a "teachable moment", we're about to introduce you to Satan himself. This house is one of the gates into hell and you belong there. We, however, have been used by God to teach you your last mortal lesson. Happy Halloween."

As she finished speaking the room started to fade away into the distance. I felt the table sink through the floor and rapidly accelerate downward. It suddenly looked like the room was miles above me and then sulfurous fumes and blue fire surrounded me. It was then that the real horror began.



The Party



The Party

The summer night air was thick, hot and filled with anticipation. Everyone at the party was holding ice-cold beers, frozen drinks and cocktails with plenty of ice to mentally escape the heat. At least that is what everyone was attributing their thirst; it was really easing their inhibitions and lubricating their libido. These kind of parties always had an awkwardness to them, but as time wore on and the liquid confidence set in, everyone seemed to warm up to each other.

Anita stood around the picnic table, dressed in a sexy black cocktail dress. Her curves perfectly concealed under a thin layer of polyester; the men around sneaking an adulterous glance when her wives looked away. She met their stairs with mischievous eyes, causing hearts to race and blood to flow. She had an intoxicating way about her; she could seduce with a stare, thrill with a subtle movement, and torture with an innocent touch. Her flirtatious ways stood out amongst the other women at the party, as the other women admired her abilities.

It's those abilities that captivated the youthful lust of Matthew Peterson, a young associate of Kevin Devine, the man having the party. He was invited at the last minute; unaware he would be almost half the age of most of the guests at the party. He sipped his vodka cocktail; glancing at all the attractive older women around like a child in a toy store. He was caught up in a conversation with Mrs. Devine, Kevin's wife, but kept his eyes glancing at Anita from across the patio.

As the night set in, the party had broken up into little groups, circling around in conversation clusters while discussing wine and trendy restaurants. Anita and her seductive ways managed to get a party of their own circling the hot tub. Samantha and her husband Jordan, Denise and her husband Randy, and Anita's husband Tim. They sipped their drinks and jokingly dared each other to get into the hot tub. "I would but I don't have a suit!" Samantha called out, attempting to be daring, but too shy to commit.

"I think my underwear would be too revealing for such an occasion." Denise said, staring at the men's faces awaiting their reactions.

"Oh! Now that's something I think we all want to see." Randy said, looking for approval from the other men as he drank from his beer.

"I'll go in." Anita said, quietly. All the eyes shifted to her, curious of her next move.

"In that?" Samantha asked skeptically.

"No," Anita responded, "in nothing." The group was quiet, shocked. Most of them did not believe her bold suggestion, but watched with curiosity as she placed her drink on the table. She glanced at her husband for his approval, and was met with a sinister smile. She nonchalantly slipped her shoulders out of her dress straps. Her black dress fell to the ground and suddenly all twelve eyes took in the almost naked image of Anita. Her beautiful, heavy breasts accentuating the pure, milky-white skin that covered her heavenly curves. The only thing left on her figure was the thin, black fabric of a g-string. The men gasped, the women bit their lips in jealousy.

She bent over to remove the miniscule fabric to reveal her entirety to the crowd. It fell to the ground, and she dipped her toe into the hot water. She gracefully stepped into the hot water, steam rising up and enveloping her as she descended. Randy and Jordan felt their cocks react. They glanced at Tim for his response to them staring at his naked wife. Tim laughed, watching their lustful responses to his wife.

Samantha and Denise whispered and laughed to one another and placed their glasses on the ground; suddenly they began to strip to their naked flesh. The men watched as Samantha dropped her floral dress to the ground, exposing her modest breasts and tight little ass. Denise slipped from her navy blue dress, showing the lacy lingerie she was wearing beneath it. Her body was curvaceous in all the right places. The naked women joined Anita in the hot tub, reaching for the glasses of champagne and hiding under the bubbles.

"Let's go boys!" Denise called out, slamming back the rest of her champagne.

"Your turn!" Samantha added.

Anita watched quietly, taking in how drastically the situation has changed. Jordan and Randy, looked at each other, shrugged, and began to undress. The girls catcalled as the stripped down to their boxers and motioned towards the hot tub.

"No, boys," Anita spoke in a sexy, gentle voice. "Everything has got to go if you want to come in."

They froze in their tracks, glancing at their wives faces for a response. The look of excitement on both of their faces urged them. They dropped their boxers, exposing their manhood to the world. Randy was a heavier set man, his smaller-sized cock semi-erect, uncut; Samantha watched proudly as he slipped into the hot tub, her lust rising for her man. Jordan was a skinnier man; his cock was long and thick, hanging as he too stepped into the hot tub.

"What about you Tim?" Samantha asked, looking at Anita as well.

"I'm more of a watcher. Plus I'll go grab you guys some towels." His eyes affectionately gazed at his wife before turning back into the party.

"He's okay with this?" Randy asked Anita.

"Yeah, he always lets me do these things, turns him on to know how promiscuous I am."

Jordan and Denise already began making out, and Samantha and Randy invited Anita into their make out session. The three of them took turns kissing, rubbing bodies and stroking Randy's cock under the water. Samantha's other hand was also wrapped around the base of Jordan's thick cock as Denise stroked the tip. Hands and lips explored foreign territory under the bubbles. The stroking, fingering, kissing, and moaning all went unknown to the ongoing party beyond the pool.

Inside the party, Matthew Peterson found himself stuck in mindless conversations, still putting back vodka cocktails. He knew this party could put him in good places with high people, so he had to stay and remain friendly. As he poured another drink, a man he did not know approached him.

"Hey there," the man said, extending his hand. "Name is Tim Cotter."

"Matthew, Matthew Peterson." Matthew returned friendly, unaware of whom this man could be.

"Having a good time?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, great party." Matthew responded politely.

"You must be going insane. This place is kind of a bore. Everyone talking about how much money they have, the ways they spend it to look important. You must be half of everyone's age." The words broke the tension and brought Matthew a comfort he had been waiting for all night.

"Yeah, but I need to be here, meet the right people, shake the right hands kind of thing."

"Oh, well if you want to catch some air, bring some towels out to the hot tub, the party is a little more exciting out there." Unaware of whom Tim really was, and if he had a high position at the company Matthew was looking into, he jumped on the offer.

"Sure."

"Towels are on the table over there," Tim pointed to a table in the corner. "If you want to really look good, bring out a bottle of champagne." Tim added with a smile.

Matthew grabbed a stack of towels and a bottle of champagne, and headed out to the patio. He walked the darkening path towards the hot tub, not realizing the scandalous activities taking part before him.

"I've got tow..." He said, looking up to find the overwhelming situation before him. The women eased up on their men, and sunk their shoulders beneath the bubbles.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interr..." Matthew began to apologize before he was interrupted himself.

"Nonsense." Anita spoke seductively. Their eyes met, and Matthew realized it was the woman that mesmerized him earlier. "Tim send you out here?"

"Yeah," he glanced at the piles of clothes around his feet. "I'll just leave these towels here."

"Relax hun," Anita assured him. "What is your name?"

"Matthew."

"Why don't you join us?" Anita looked at him with comforting eyes.

"Oh, I didn't bring my suit." Matt stuttered as his nerves set in. Anita emerged slightly from the water, showing her naked breasts.

"None of us did, come on in."

Matthew felt his inhibitions shed his body as his mind wrapped around the lovely image of Anita's naked body. He thoughtlessly untied his tie and began stripping. The other members of the hot tub laughed and continued their orgy.

"Look he brought more champagne!" Samantha shouted. Matthew stopped at his boxers and handed her the bottle. His eyes went back to Anita as he dropped his boxers to the ground. Her eyes lit up as she watched the large cock dangling between his legs. Denise and Samantha snuck a peek at the manhood, both gasping lightly. Anita licked her lips as he stepped down into the hot tub.

"I was getting tired of being the fifth wheel." Anita whispered humorously. They kissed hard as Matthew leaned into her naked body under the hot water. His hardening cock pressed into her as he rested on her, gliding along her thigh. She reached down and grabbed the thickness of his cock, and felt a rush flow through her pussy. They kissed like passionate teenagers, tongues penetrating, biting lips, hands roaming. Samantha joined them by sliding her hand up the back of Matthew's thigh between his legs to rub his balls, all unknown to her husband.

The intensity began to lessen, but the passion was immense. Jordan and Denise eventually got out, drying off and making a mad-dash for their car to fuck each-others brains out. Randy dried himself off and went back into the party to apologize for an early departure, but he had "another meeting he could not miss". Samantha got out with him, got snuck back in claiming she was cold as Randy walked back into the party.

"You say goodbye hunny, I don't know anyone anyway."

Randy agreed with this fast acting plan, excited about the sex marathon he was about to have at home.

Back in the hot tub, Samantha, Anita and Matthew chatted, still rubbing themselves in the sex charged water.

"So are you two going to have sex?" Samantha asked, her curiosity overwhelming her. Matthew and Anita looked at each other smiling, the answer in their eyes.

"You're bad!" Samantha directed at Anita. "I'm jealous though, getting to fuck this young stud with that cock. I wish Randy had a cock like that. I just want to put that big one in my mouth."

"Why don't you give her what she wants?" Anita whispered. Her words sparked even further curiosity in Samantha. She sat up, her eyes pleading and urging Matthew to stand.

He stood, the water going up to mid-thigh, water dripping down his shaft and tip. His balls hung low, heavy from the warm water. Samantha immediately took his cock into her hungry mouth. She sucked feverishly, taking as much as she could. Matthew moaned, his knees weakening as Anita watched intently. Samantha took the thick cock out of her mouth, and rubbed it on her face, feeling the thickness and weight on her skin.

Randy came outside again, forcing Samantha to stop and get her towel.

"Lets go baby!" Randy shouted, unaware of his wife's recent infidelity. She ran after him, holding her towel shut and carrying her dress.

"And then there was two." Anita smiled at Matthew, a seductive look in her eyes.

"You want to get out of here and go back to my apartment?" Matthew asked.

"Oh, I cannot leave. But I think we can find somewhere here to get what we want." With that she got out of the hot tub, draping a towel around her divine body. Matthew watched with lust and need; he soon followed her and wrapped a towel around his raging hard on. Anita walked towards the house, and Matthew followed, covering his tent with his clothes. They walked around to the front of the house, and cracked the front door. Anita popped her head to find that no one was there, and signaled Matthew to follow her. She tiptoed up the stairs, turned to the left and found a room at the end of the hallway. Matthew walked in behind her, taking in the surroundings that appeared to be a guest room.

"This should suffice." Anita turned around with a sexy, primal stare. She dropped her towel to the floor and laid on the bed. Matthew shut the door, dropped his towel, and climbed onto the bed between her legs. He kissed his way up her legs, savoring the heated skin of this voluptuous woman. She squirmed with anticipation as he moved up her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. He kissed and licked all around her, teasing her until she begged.

"Oh, God, lick me Matthew, lick me!" Anita demanded. With her request he gently licked between her pussy lips, savoring her taste. He began with lightly circling her clit with his tongue as she moaned in pleasure. He continued, moving his tongue over faster and harder as she pulled on his hair. He sucked her clit into his mouth, running his tongue over it again and again. She pulled his head against her, lost in a state of pure ecstasy. He kept going, saliva dripping down her pussy lips as she could feel her first orgasm approaching. Her hips humped his face, and soon her body tightened; the orgasm coursed through her being. Her orgasm did not faze Matthew, as he continued to attack her pussy with his mouth. He plunged his tongue inside her, tasting her wetness; she gasped. He moaned into her, sending vibrations into her, licking her pussy walls ferociously. His face pressed into her pussy lips as he licked as deep as he could.

"I'm coming again!" She shouted out. He lapped up the wetness as she writhed on the bed. Matthew gave her quick, unexpected licks, making her jerk with pleasure.

"Now let me show you how a real woman sucks a cock." Her lust was overwhelming as Matthew laid back and Anita crawled between his legs. She began by licking his heavy balls, and then sucking them individually into her mouth. Matthew moaned lightly as his cock hardened completely. She proceeded to lick from his balls all the way up to the tip of his cock, and then took him inter her mouth. He watched intently as Anita gave him the best blowjob of his life. Saliva flowed down his shaft as she sucked, licked, stroked, and rubbed his cock. She sucked the tip while twisting on the wet base, as an orgasm began to build up within him.

"Oh, yes! I'm going to cum!" She sucked and sucked as jets of white, creamy cum filled her mouth. She gulped down every drop, pumping at the base of his cock with her hand. As the last drop of cum was swallowed, Matthew's cock immediately went limp. The heavy member rested on his stomach, covered in saliva, as Matthew caught his breath and Anita savored the flavor of young cum. She leaned down and licked the bottom of his cock.

"Oh Anita, put it back in your mouth." Matthew begged.

"You want more?" Anita asked, almost surprised.

"I'm going to fuck you Anita, as hard as I can. Now get that cock nice and hard again."

Anita excitedly took the cock back into her mouth and sucked him hard. She had forgotten the power of young sex drive. She was shocked how quickly his cock grew hard again. She licked his thick tip again, covering it with saliva. Then she laid down on her back with her legs spread eagle.

"Do it, Matthew, fuck me."

He pounced on her like a lustful animal, His thick cock head pushed through inside her pussy. She gasped at the width that entered her. Matthew began thrusting into her, rhythmically filling her pussy with cock. His balls clapped against her ass, and her nails dug into his back, expressing her pure pleasure. He begged in her ear with each thrust.

"Cum Anita, cum on my cock!"

After a few more pumps, she felt another orgasm seize her, her pussy clamping down on his cock. She threw her head back in a silent scream as Matthew continued to relentlessly fuck her. It was almost immediate that she came again, pulling his ass against her, begging him to stop for a moment. He slowed, enjoying the feeling of having his entire cock inside her.

"Fuck me doggie-style, please" Anita begged, her face flushed with heat and pleasure. He got off her and watched her get into position on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and guided his cock inside her. He wasted no time and began fucking her as hard as he could. His balls slapped against her clit and her ass rammed against his hips. Anita glanced at the mirror on the dresser, seeing Matthew behind her, thrusting like an animal, her breasts swinging, and his cock moving in and out her pussy. She felt another orgasm as she watched. He ran his hands up her back, feeling the sweat glistening on her skin, and she was on the verge of cuming.

"I'm cuming again! Cum with me Matthew! Cum with me! Cum all over my ass and back Matthew!"

Her words sent him over the edge as well. She reached down and rubbed her clit with the last few thrusts. Matthew stroked his cock as hot cum shot out of his cock, covering Anita's back and ass. As the cum landed on her back, Anita felt her last orgasm overwhelm her. She collapsed on the bed, cum dripping down the sides of her back and ass.

Matthew panted, rubbing his cock head in the puddles of cum on her ass. He laid down next to her, basking in the glory of a powerful orgasm. The two kissed passionately on top of the once tightly made bed.

"That was just incredible." Matthew whispered, kissing down her neck and onto her breasts.

"Yes it more certainly was," Anita lightly ran her hands through Matthew's hair. "I guess we should go back downstairs."

They got dressed, watching each other cover up their sensuous forms. Anita tightened the bed and they snuck back down the stairs. Matthew snuck over to the bar, trying to look as if he had been there for the last two hours, and made himself a water. Anita snuck back over to her husband, kissing him on the cheek and whispering, "thank you" into his ear.

Matthew walked up to them, unaware of their marital status.

"Thank you Tim for the suggestion of bringing out the towels." Matthew said, a smirk on his face as he made quick eyes with Anita.

"Did my wife treat you good?" Tim asked, catching Matthew off guard.

"Your wife? You didn't tell me she was your wife," He looked at Anita, panicking. "You never said you were married!"

"Relax Matthew, Tim encourages me to explore my fantasies. It turns him on." Anita looking adoringly at her husband.

"How was he honey?" Tim asked humorously.

"Incredible Tim, I forgot how lustful youth could be." Anita looked at Matthew with passion.

"Guess she'll have to get your number, Matt?" Tim asked. Matthew, still shocked by this change of events, absorbed all of it at once.

"Yeah... absolutely. I can't pass up another night with her." He wrote his number down on a pad and handed it to them. Anita took it and slid it into her husbands' pocket. She leaned over and kissed Matthew on the cheek.

"I'm going to call." She whispered in his ear.

"Well honey, I guess we better hit the road?" Tim asked his wife, pulling his keys from his pocket.

"Yeah, I think we should."

Tim placed his arm over his wife's shoulder and they turned for the front door. Matthew watched, confused, astonished, but completely satisfied.



The Party



Liz was sitting on a couch in the living room and the party was just getting started when Rob arrived. He'd seen her at the apartments but hadn't yet met her. She was a redhead, he liked that, but she had small boobs, he liked bigger ones. But overall she was quite stunning, slender, blue eyed, pretty face, to top it off she was wearing a skirt that came to mid-thigh, showing off her lovely legs.

He sat down beside her and the other girl, was it Amy? Who was talking to her. 

"Hi, I'm Rob, I'm in 116." He told to them.

"Amy, 221." The chubby girl said.

"Liz, I'm in 229." She said.

They chatted introductions, Amy saying she worked in the city in a law office; Liz was in chemical research in Richfield. Rob told them he was a post graduate student at the University and worked part time as a waiter.

More talk, but Rob always had difficulty with small talk. They talked about work; where they came from; how long they'd been there. Amy left to get a snack.

"I like your hair." Said Rob to Liz. "Is it naturally red?"

"Yes. Did you think it came out of a bottle?" She laughed.

He liked her laugh. "No, it seemed natural. I like it that you're wearing stockings. Are they pantyhose or the real thing?"

"My, you are inquisitive. The real thing? If you mean stockings with a garter belt, yes. I prefer them. Pantyhose cause me irritation where I don't need it. For some reason men like 'the real thing' as you call it, which is one of the many peculiar things about men."

"I'm sorry, I didn't, well, you know, I was just making talk." He said, red faced.

Liz looked around. "Actually, I don't know how long I'll stay. Soon the grass and coke will come out, and before you know it some of the women will have their tops off. Have you been to these parties before?"

"Actually, no, I haven't." Rob remarked, while the idea of some of the women topless appealed to him. "You don't smoke pot?" 

"Well, I have done, but it really doesn't agree with me."

"And you don't go topless?" He smiled at her.

"Not if I can help it.' She smiled back. "I don't think you're very observant or you'd know why."

"Size isn't everything, you know. Small can be beautiful."

"Thank you."

A big man who Rob knew as Hank came and sat the other side of Liz, where Amy had been sitting.

"Hi Babe." He said to Liz. "You gonna take your top off tonight and show us your little beauties?"

Liz moved away from him. "I don't think so, but thanks for the invitation."

He put his hand on her knee under her skirt. "Quit teasing, Babe."

Rob was irritated by Hank,so he said he'd see if he could get a couple of glasses wine. When he got back he found that Hank and Liz were sharing a joint. What was this, he wondered. I thought she didn't smoke grass.

"I thought you didn't do grass." He said to her. As he handed her a glass.

"Thanks." She said.

"Of course she does, don't you Babe?" Hank leaned over and kissed her, and his hand slid up under her skirt.

She pulled away from him. "I do sometimes." But Hank's hand stayed under her skirt.

Rob grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Let's dance." He said joining other couples on the floor.

"That man had his hand up your skirt!" He said to her as they danced.

"I know, I didn't know what to do. Thank you for rescuing me."

Liz put a lot into her dance, showing a lot of leg, over her stocking tops, as she did. A couple of the women had their tops off, and Rob couldn't take his eyes off one who had nice big breasts. Then after one move he realized that Liz had undone her shirt and didn't have a bra on.

"I thought you didn't go topless." He said smiling.

"It's hot, and anyway, who'd notice my little tits?"

As she danced a guy came up behind her and started to rub his crotch against her bottom. She just backed up to him, eyes closed, mouth open. A minute later another man who'd taken his shirt off, was dancing in front of her so that she was sandwiched between them. 

The man in front of her was so close that his bare chest touched her nipples, and he leaned down and kissed her open mouth. She responded freely.

When the music stopped Rob took her hand and they sat down on the couch. Hank had disappeared.

"You're a wild dancer." Rob said.

"Yes, after a puff of grass I get a little out of hand, which is why I don't usually smoke."

Rob got up. "It's hot in here, let's go out on the balcony."

They stood in silence on the balcony with a couple of other people. Liz flapped her open shirt in the air.

"That feels good. The cool air on my boobs."

Rob leaned over and kissed her and his hand found one of her small breasts. Her response was immediate and savage, all tongue. They kissed long and intimately, their mouths cupped together and their tongues deeply penetrating and entwining.

Rob rolled her little nipple between his fingers.

Liz pulled away. "Don't touch my nipples unless you mean business. They're small, but very sensitive."

She touched his lips lightly with hers. "I have to run. Stay here, I'll be back."

Rob stood talking to another man, and one of the topless girls came out and they all chatted. A couple of more people came out to enjoy the air and someone lit up a joint and passed it around and Rob took a drag. They were kidding the girl about taking off her top, but Rob started to get anxious. Liz had been gone a long time, so he went to look for her.

A guy came out on to the balcony and said: "One of the girls has taken her panties off."

"Who?' Asked a couple of the men in unison.

"Oh, the redhead I think."

Rob's heart sank as he walked back into the living room accompanied by another man. He'd seen only one redhead, Liz. He saw a small group standing near the couch, and as he looked over their heads he saw her.

She was sitting on the couch, her skirt hiked up over her thighs, kissing Hank, whose hand was under her skirt. His cock was out and in her hand, and as they watched he moved over between her legs, pushing her skirt up as she spread her legs for him. She had no panties on.

She gave a deep sigh when his penis entered her vagina and there was a communal titter/gasp/murmur from the watchers. Hank started to fuck her, and Rob felt he should do something. He saw himself pushing between them, grabbing Hank by the scruff of the neck and throwing him across the floor. Then taking Liz by the hand and dragging her out of there.

But, like the others, he stood and watched while his penis hardened. He watched while Hank's ass moved up and down as he fucked Liz. He watched as she spread her legs, such lovely legs, wide for him to enter her. He listened to her as she sighed and groaned and moaned, saying.

"Aah yeah.....Oh baby that's it....sweety, sweety that's so good............"and on and on.

She was oblivious to the crowd watching them, watching her in particular. They kissed and kissed; he moved his head to kiss and suck her nipples; she moved her buttocks to meet his deep thrusts; she arched her back and gasped as she appeared to have an orgasm.

Etched into Rob's memory was the sight of her lovely legs spread for Hank. Her stockinged legs showing the line of her garters; her shirt open showing her small, little-girl breasts; her head thrown back, mouth half-open and her look of sheer hedonistic pleasure. And every now and then a glimpse of her red pubic hair with Hank's stout, red penis pounding into it.

It seemed to Rob that it went on and on, fucking, fucking, until finally Hank pulled away and stood up, and standing over Liz started to masturbate until, the final indignity, his sperm splattered her face as she lay with her head back, her mouth open.

There was applause from the crowd and Hank turned and bowed as he zipped up his pants. Liz licked the slime off her lips and lay still for a moment, legs apart showing the pinkness of her vagina through her red pubic hair, then realizing how she was displaying herself, pushed her skirt down and started to get up. Rob rushed forward pulling out his handkerchief and as she got up wiped off her face and caught her as she stumbled forward.

At least, that's what he should have done. Instead, he paused a few moments, but as he started to move toward her another man rushed forward. She pushed her skirt down licking her lips again where Hank had splattered them and he handed her something to wipe her face off with.

The man helped her up and as they started out the door another guy stepped forward and they all went out of the apartment together. 

Rob discreetly picked up her panties from the floor by the couch, hurried to the door to see where they were going but they were already mounting the steps to Liz's place. He turned and hurried up the other stairs and as he came around the corner in the shadows saw them standing by her door while she looked for her key.

One of them said something to her and patted her bottom. She smiled and nodded, then pulled her key out. He took it from her and unlocking her door stepped inside. She looked up at the other man and they kissed, then looked straight to where Rob was standing – she couldn't possibly see him in the dark he thought. She looked back at the man, smiled, then they turned and walked into her apartment and the door closed behind them.

Rob stood looking at the closed door from his vantage point. Should he go down, bang on the door, and rescue her? His hard penis was sticking out of his pants, he knew that was what he wanted to do, but knew what he was going to do. He had her panties in his pocket and he turned back down and went into his own place and settling down on the couch took out his penis and started to rub it with her panties. 

He closed his eyes and again saw Liz sprawled on the couch with Hank on top of her: her lovely stockinged legs open wide; her small tits open to view; flashes of her red pubic hair as Hank humped her. And he imagined what was going on now behind the closed door of her apartment. This was going to be good, he thought, as he rubbed his dripping penis.



The Party



My knuckles were white gripping the steering wheel. Lara bounced expectantly in the passenger seat next to me, waiting patiently for my most recent bout of nerves to wear off. We were here; sitting in the parking lot outside of...what exactly? From the outside it looked simply like an upscale spa. Not what I'd imagined for my first "sex party" though I still had no idea what sort of party games were in store. Why was I here again? Oh yes, Lara told had told me in no uncertain terms that "I needed to get laid". I never failed to be amazed at the things she talked me into. 

Lara wore a long button down coat, which looked incredibly, ordinary, from the outside. There was nothing to indicate by looking that the coat and stockings were the only thing on, except for a scrimp of black satin and lace underneath. I was hardly any better; after a trip to Fredericks, and several stores that displayed options I'd not even known existed in "clothing lines", I'd opted for what Lara deemed was the most conservative outfit she would approve. My old wool pea coat, a leftover from a boyfriend of long ago, hid metallic silver spandex, a skirt hardly more than an overly wide belt. It was mimicked by the same overly wide belt that, strapless, barely covered my cleavage and threatened to fall off at any moment. Thankful for once of smaller breasts on my slight frame, I could get away with a strapless top. Standing upright and not moving, I was barely decent, but any degree of bending or walking gave an onlooker a tantalizing view. No stockings or jewelry interrupted the smooth lines of my legs and back. I'd decided that if I was going to do this¸ I wanted to feel every scrap of sensation of the evening. Not even nylon would stand between me and... whatever it was that was coming next. I took a deep breath and met Lara's eyes across the seat. Steeling myself, I grabbed the small overnight bag and got out of the car. She clapped excitedly and bounded out, clasping my arm as I came around the side and leaning her head on my shoulder as we walked towards the door. 

Any last minute attack of nerves was overcome by Lara letting me go and hopping up the steps to push the brass doorbell. My heart jumped into my throat as the door was quickly and silently opened by a handsome man wearing what to my uneducated eyes appeared to be a very expensive suit. 

"Welcome ladies," he said in a voice tinged with a European accent I couldn't identify. "I am Jonathan," he waved his arm to invite us in. 

Lara breezed past me and threw her arms around him, giving him a welcoming kiss on the lips. "Jonathan, it's so good to see you! Thank you for letting me bring a friend, she's been dying to come! You know you're my favorite, host" she drew a finger down the side of his face coyly, having managed to insert herself fully along his body length during that simple hello. 

He met her lips unruffled, bringing her along as he gave me a hug and chaste kiss on the cheek. "Let me get you ladies settled. Bags can go over there," he pointed to a room with a door half open. "But first, let me show you the Room." He escorted us to an elaborate set of doors at the end of the hallway (how did he end up with each of us clinging to an elbow, ushered along like some southern debutantes to their first ball?). He took my nervousness in stride, allowing me to quietly absorb the surroundings. Lara's excitement seemed to reverberate off her skin, growing with each step so that she was practically humming with energy as Jonathan let go of our arms to open to double doors wide for our entrance. Stepping back, he indicated that we precede him through the door. 

I walked into the Room, unsure of what I was expecting, startled by its very normalcy. No whips or chains hung from the ceilings, no sex swings or stripper poles, none of the things my wild imaginings had placed here. Well lit, it was nearly austere; walls pale enough to appear almost white, two long plush couches piled with pillows sat facing kitty-corner surrounding a sturdy oak coffee table. A large skinny table sat to the side, with carved claw feet and medieval carving decorating the trim. A round king size (?? what size was bigger than king?) bed was nestled in the far nook. The wall closest to us had a gas fireplace, and what appeared to be a lavish fur rug stretched in front of it. My fingers itched to bury themselves in the rug, feeling it's softness against my legs... 

Lara took it all in with a glance, and proceeded immediately to a small bar against the wall. Tall fluted champagne glasses were already full and sparkling, lined up in silent waiting. I walked closer to where she stood, inspecting several bottles on a short table next to the bar. Leaning over, I saw a variety of lotions, oils, lubricants, nearly a dozen different shapes and sizes, flavors. The largest pump-bottle was with stuff I was used to, the 'unscented hypoallergenic' that certainly did the trick, but suddenly seemed, boring. Behind the bottles was a small basket with condoms, again in more colors, flavors, sizes (?) than I'd realized existed. Certainly well organized! I thought again to myself. 

Jonathan's movement brought our eyes back to him, and he pointed to the four men I suddenly noticed standing silently in the corners. "Ladies, these are your Guardians for the evening, Rob." They nodded to us in respectful unison. He noticed my puzzled expression and continued easily "Like you, they don't go by their real names, but for the purposes of tonight's entertainment, they are your watchers, and your protectors, should you feel the need. Instead of trying to have you remember each name, if you speak with, or ask for, 'Rob,' that will be a person who's watching, and who will assist you if necessary." His mouth quirked in a smile, "They will also be the only ones in the room wearing a suit. However, I assure you that no such protection should be necessary. Tonight is a night of mutual pleasure, and shared enjoyment." He bowed slightly to us. "Now, if you'll come this way so we may finish preparations?" He indicated a small side door, which led to a dressing room where our bags already sat on the chair.

Lara quickly checked her makeup, and knocked on the door. Jonathan opened it immediately, and she smiled back at me, satisfied that if my nervousness wasn't exactly behind me yet, I'd come too far enough along to panic and flee now. "You catch up soon honey. I'm going to head in first, you'll be second. We'll get the front row view of everyone that comes in." With that, she winked and ducked out the door, leaving me alone with Jonathan.

"I'm glad you decided to join us this evening. Our efforts are simply to allow your pleasure; you don't have to do anything here that you're not completely comfortable with." His candid and open demeanor helped relax some of the tension that had been building in my shoulders. He held up a small ribbon with a tiny LED light on it, and draped it over my head, fixing my hair and letting it ripple across my shoulders, making me shiver. "This is just in case you change your mind, press it and you will be escorted out immediately; but I think we would all miss your company. Any last minute questions?" He looked at me expectantly. 

My pulse quickened. I stammered in a panic "uh... how do I know that those guys in there are, you know, safe?" 

He smiled serenely at me. "You had your last physical with Dr. Cretz back in September, you have been on the birth control Yasmin for the last two years, and have never had a STD or contracted any condition that would require reporting to the CDC." I was stunned. He clucked at me "No, I'm not going to tell you how I know that, nor will I share any such details about you, or any of my other guests you choose to spend time with. My role here is that of host, to ensure that you and your companions are safe to enjoy all of your pleasures this evening." Oddly, I was comforted by this stranger's intimate knowledge. This man I'd never met who'd looked into my private affairs, and those of others, so I would be a "safer guest"; this man who smelled faintly of cinnamon and was now stepping closer. He leaned forward, his body stopping merely inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating from him as he brought his lips to my ear. 

"Turn around" he whispered. Mutely, I complied. He raised my hair once again, and I felt a warm, moist pressure on the nape of my neck. "This is your key for the evening, affixed with strawberry flavored glue" he breathed against my neck, raising chills down my back. "It's up to you when, or how, you share your key, and when, or how, you acquire a key of your own tonight. But one of the keys out there will unlock a present. You decide how you play the game. But like most games - it's no fun if you don't play." I felt his body press against mine as he dropped my hair over my shoulder, his lips landing hotly on my shoulder. I leaned against his weight, tilting my head back onto his shoulder as his lips moved up my neck. His arms snaked around my waist, crisscrossing my stomach then upwards to cup my breasts lightly. His fingers tightened over my nipples, which must have been clearly visible through the thin material. I pressed my body backwards against his, trying to feel if he was reacting to me. Instead he stepped backwards, sliding his hands to my waist, and drew me forwards. "Another night perhaps, my dear. Tonight is for you to enjoy your pleasure with my guests, whom I've selected specifically to complement your desires. I hope you enjoy their company as much as I know they'll enjoy yours." With that, he opened the door to the Room, and backed up, leaving the dressing room through a back door. 

I stepped forward into blackness. 

Though I'd been in this very room mere minutes prior, it seemed an alien landscape. Completely darkened except for tiny LED rope lights affixed to the corners of the ceiling, I could barely make out the silhouettes of the furniture, and couldn't see anyone standing in the corners, though I knew they were there. There was a faint red light in the corner over the bar, reflecting on the champagne glasses. On the opposite side of the bar, a single blue light shown down from the ceiling, a beam centered on what appeared to be a small pedestal I could have sworn wasn't there before. Movement caught my eye and I heard Lara call softly. I approached the sound of her voice and found her standing next to the pedestal, cast fully in shadows. Her perfume crept across the air to me. 

"Look!" she whispered in awe. It was in truth, a pedestal, with a flat glass box on top, the kind you'd see in a museum. Nestled in blue felt was a necklace set in white gold that had been melted in the form similar to a ying-yang; only on closer inspection could you tell it was two semi-distinct forms completing a sixty-nine, creating the setting for a large teardrop diamond which sparkled in the dim light. Lara reached forward and touched the tiny lock set in the glass, waiting for a key. 

Behind us, the door slid open and heels clicked across the doorframe before sinking into the plush carpet. "Am I the first one here?" called a woman's voice. 

"Come see what Jonathan's got for us tonight!" called Lara to our new arrival. 

A blond bombshell emerged from the darkness to the edge of the light where I could just make out more than her shadow. She wore an actual dress¸ created of flaming red lace, sheer enough that I could make out the tiny freckle just above her left nipple and short enough to give the appearance that her long legs went on for miles. Like us, she had eyes first for the necklace, but then turned to Lara appreciatively. "Welcome back sexy!" She fell into Lara's arms, running one hand across the front of her teddy and winding another into her hair. "We missed you last month!" She tilted her head up and they exchanged a kiss, curling around each other briefly. 

Lara came up for air first, turning to introduce me: "This is my friend, Katerine" (the pseudonym for me we'd agreed on ahead of time; according to Lara, "Katerine" meant 'pure' in some archaic German language, which we'd found both found hysterical at the time). "Katerine, this is Amanda". Without pausing, Amanda seamlessly transferred from Lara to me, curling her arm up my back and drawing her ankle up my leg. 

"Well hello to you, Sugar" she purred into my ear. I wasn't sure how to react to this warm affectionate creature now clinging to my side. Her skin felt like liquid satin and she smelled, good. She nuzzled my neck and gently licked behind my ear, breathing quietly "maybe I'll be the one later to find your key, Sugar." 

I was saved from any response as we both turned at the sound of the next arrival. This was two women at once, obviously arrived together. Amanda couldn't possibly have known who they were, but she bounded towards them regardless and they collided in a flurry of giggling limbs and tossing hair. Over a small chorus of "ooohs" and "mmms", another shadow arrived on their heels, a slight woman who was wearing something, shiny; sequins reflecting and shimmering as she crossed the room. "The men are next" she announced to the room. 

This was apparently a cue, as the women immediately arranged themselves in various poses throughout the room. Knowing they couldn't yet be seen, they positioned to have a view of the newcomers. My panic briefly returned, and I started to feel a warm hand on the back of my thigh. "Relax" whispered Lara into my ear "we're all just here for a bit of fun, you included!" 

My senses focused on the door, I could tell when the door got blocked by a figure entering, but that was about it. One, two, three, tall, broad.. five. Five men entered the room. My eyes strained to make out more information, but I felt myself being led over to the champagne with Lara. This seemed a common meeting point; I heard glass clinking ahead of me. Sadly, I misjudged the darkness, careening off the corner of a couch and stumbling. Halfway to the floor I found myself caught and smoothly rotated into strong arms that held me in a backwards dip. I looked up, attempting to meet the eyes of my savior and became overwhelmed by masculine nearness, underlined by the scent of Drakkar Noir, my favorite. 

"A kiss for a rescuer?" He asked quietly. My breath caught and my throat dried up, preventing me from speaking. "Ah, perhaps later then" his deep voice held only a touch of disappointment, more of a promise. He righted me easily, and somehow both his hands were on my ass, his palms pushing me gently towards Lara and the champagne His fingers were long enough that they caressed the skin on the back of my thighs below the fabric. I turned to look over my shoulder, but he'd melted back into the shadows.  

I returned to the champagne, but Lara was already gone, so I sipped quietly, listening to the sounds around me, some kissing noises, quiet whispers, an occasional soft moan in the darkness. The temperature of the room seemed to be rising rapidly. A finger trailed down my back and I shivered, hearing a deep approving "mmm" behind me. Turning, I could make out a guy about my height, stocky and broad, who was already stepping closer. "So baby, do you wanna do it on the couch?" He asked bluntly. 

"Excuse me?" I replied, stepping back. He caught my wrist as I went to pull away. 

"That's what we're here for, right? Do you want to be on top, or would you like it if I bent you over the couch? Maybe you'd prefer I stick it in your ass? Don't worry, I can be very accommodating." 

His matter-of-factness was just enough to keep me from pressing my little red light. He wasn't trying to intimidate, simply ask the question of exactly where and how I would prefer to fuck him, right now. Despite the swirl of mental images his offer sent pinging through my head and the pinpricks of sensitivity I suddenly had from head to toe, this was going too fast. 

"I think I'll just start with some champagne" I replied tentatively, waiting for the rejection backlash common from the bar scene I was used to.

To my surprise, I depicted the shadow of a negligent shrug. "Alright baby, I'd have liked to have gotten to you first, but maybe later if you change your mind" he replied in the same matter of fact tone. With that, he turned, and rejoined the darkness, where from the sounds of it he was met far more enthusiastically by the pair of women who'd entered together. I heard one of them as "Hey Dan, are you lonely?" as they converged on him. 

Though Dan had gone, the images he'd inserted into my mind lingered after him. Riding on top of masculine flesh, feeling the fur rug beneath my knees, grasping the back of the couch as I felt myself impaled from behind, rocking back and forth, I felt my legs squirming as I stood there sipping my drink, the nervous tension from before hadn't disappeared, it had transformed into a new kind of tension, a heat that centered between my legs, drawing a direct line from my rapidly dampening groin to my nipples that were stiff under the scrap of fabric that confined them. 

Momentarily adrift, I was glad to hear Lara's soft whisper as she grabbed my hand "Come here honey, I need your opinion." She led me over to one of the couches, I stepped carefully over pillows as we got closer, worried that there may be someone ensconced in them on the floor. Her fingers still clasped in mine, they landed on an ankle. Running our hands up the clearly masculine leg, it was obvious he was nude, but our combined fingers did nothing more than tease him all the way up, across his abdomen, chest. I felt the goosebumps we raised across his skin, despite the heat emanating from his body. He lay on his back, and Lara straddled his hips, letting his hard cock rest against the front of her body, but she ignored him and looked up at me. "Which do you prefer, the strawberry, or the coconut?" she asked me. By way of explaining, she leaned forward across his body, her hair draping across his chest, and she licked one of his flat nipples after the other. He remained silent, but bucked against her hips as her mouth met his flesh.   

Tempted, I dropped to my knees in front of the couch. Dipping my head across his chest, I tentatively flicked his right nipple with my tongue, tasting strawberry. His breath quickened slightly. Encouraged, I sucked it into my mouth, grazing it lightly with my teeth. I was rewarded by a tightening of his muscles under my hand. Satisfied, I shifted my attentions to the left nipple, licking it more eagerly and sucking a bit harder this time; coconut. His arm had slid off the couch and curled between my legs. I widened my stance on my knees, pulling on one nipple with my fingers and licking, sucking on the other one with increasing speed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lara rocking her pelvis against him, wrapping her fingers around with one hand and fondling her breasts with the other. His fingers were now rubbing against my tender flesh, becoming drenched by the moisture they found there. His other arm had found Lara, guiding the motions of her hips in time with the rhythm of her hands. She raised up on her knees, letting him rub against her hot opening; his fingers mimicked the action my wet slit, tempting, teasing, not entering. I continued my assault on his nipples, rocking myself against his hand. After what seemed an eternity, Lara impaled herself on his shaft, sliding wetly down his length. At the same time, I felt his fingers press inside of me, filling me. "Ahh......" we all said in unison. 

He spoke for the first time. "Does the coconut taste the same on her as it does on me?" He asked me through broken breath. I looked up and realized that Lara had leaned forward enough to brace herself against his chest with her arm, her fingers caressing his nipples. Her exposed breasts shone with oil in the semi-darkness. Her eyes were rapidly assuming a glazed look as she rode him faster, harder. His hands continued to match her pace, fucking me with his fingers, deeper, faster. One of his hands reached up to grasp her breast, pinching the nipple and pulling on it gently; she moaned. Tempted, I reached up and grasped the other one, doing the same, feeling her nipple tighten under my fingers, and was rewarded by a similar moan. Drawn by her response, a brought my mouth up and replaced my fingers with my lips, tasking coconut and woman's flesh. "Oh yeah" she moaned. It felt different than a man's, plumper under my tongue, as if by sucking on her nipples I could feel the answering tingle in my own. As if by request, his head leaned towards me and he took my breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipple through the material. I rocked against his hands and Lara pumped his cock from above. We moved in a spiraling unison, breath harsh against the darkness, sweat prickling our skin. Lara came first, a long drawn out moan as she shuddered above him. She apparently triggered him, his body arched on the couch and he groaned, his fingers spasming inside me, I heard myself whimpering in response. Lara and I collapsed in a heap against his chest, our hair splayed across his body as we listened to his still pounding heartbeat. 




The Party



"No," Jess said as she pushed him away but he persisted. His hands rested on her hips and she did nothing to move them. Her heart raced and her knees grew weak. She knew what she should do but her body was at odds with her mind. Her husband, David, was watching. What would he think?

His face was close and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. It sent shivers down her back and her mind raced as she fought to regain control of the situation. He was hot and she wanted him but she couldn't, she shouldn't. 

"Your words say no but your hot ass body says yes," he teased as his hands moved up from her hips and slipped under the hem of her shirt touching her bare flesh. It felt good and she liked it. She fought hard to stifle a low moan. 

"I can't," Jess whispered as the sound of her beating heart thumped in her ears. His lips were on her neck planting soft butterfly kisses on her sensitive skin. "My husband is watching." She continued. She had never been unfaithful to her husband. They had been married for nearly twenty years and she loved him dearly. She would never do anything to deliberately hurt her sweet husband. 

"He is enjoying it," the tall good looking stranger said knowingly as he pushed his hips forward until they pressed tightly against her. Jess could feel his hard cock against her. It felt big and she liked the feeling of his hardness on her tummy. She had often wondered what it would be like to have sex with a well endowed man. David had an average sized dick and while he satisfied her in nearly every way, whenever she was left to her fantasies she always conjured up a lover with a really big dick. 

"He'll leave me," she said as the stranger's lips continued to trail soft kisses on her neck and up to her ear. Her head tilted granting him unfettered access and she sighed softly as his warm breath caressed her sensitive skin. 

"He's no fool besides he wants to watch," he said bluntly. "David wants to see us together I could see it in his eyes when we left. You saw it too." His fingers traced the top of her shorts and she moaned openly. Her body was on fire and her hips had started grinding subtly against him forcing his big cock against the pubic bone above her increasingly wet cunt. 

"Stop," Jess said weakly. She was still trying to regain control but they both knew it was a lost cause. Her arms moved to his waist. She pushed him away and then pulled him tight. She was conflicted. "Please." Her voice trailed off leaving the intent and meaning of her plea unknown. 

His lips planted tender kisses from her neck to her mouth and her lips parted of their own accord. They kissed softly and tenderly. It was electric and she returned his kiss passionately. She had known that she was playing with fire when she let him lead her outside after an hour of intensely graphic flirting. She liked the way he made her feel. She felt alive, beautiful and desirable. 

"Oh god," Jess moaned softly, "what am I doing?" The question was rhetorical. She knew what she wanted and so did he. 

Jess thought back to the party. She had glanced at her husband as the stranger led her out of the party toward the secluded darkness of the back yard. She had made eye contact with David when she walked by and her husband knew what she was doing when she left the room. He had made no effort to stop her. He had stayed inside at the party while his wife left with another man. A man whom she had met mere hours earlier and whose name she could not remember. 

David stood in the window watching her in a passionate embrace with another man and that excited her in ways she had never imagined. She could feel her juices soaking her white cotton panties. She had never done anything that naughty before. She and David weren't swingers, they were an ordinary couple, and she didn't know what to expect but her body was on fire and she was no longer in control of her body or her mind. 

The tall stranger had introduced himself shortly after she had arrived at the party with her husband. She had been talking with a few friends at the time and she was instantly intrigued by him. He was tall and very handsome with a fit build, dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Jess had always been a bit of a flirt and nothing more but he had a smooth confidence that caused her to let her guard down quickly. They talked and he made a few subtle flirtatious comments that she had smiled and brush off at first but she soon became comfortable and made some playful remarks of her own. Over the next hour their comments had become increasingly more suggestive and graphic until he suggested that they go look at the new pool in the back yard. She quickly accepted without thinking and he had led her past David to the back door. She had hoped her husband to rescue her from her desire but once her seductor put his hands on her soft body she was his. 

Her tongue slithered into the stranger's mouth like a restless snake and it entwined with his as they kissed deeply, wetly and passionately. Her hands moved up his back under his shirt feeling his warm skin stretched tightly over his strong rippled muscles and she raked her nails down his back as they kissed leaving red welts in their wake. 

The stranger's hand left her hip and moved to his shorts. The sound of his zipper was amplified by her excitement and it echoed inside her head. Her body trembled with excitement. She returned his kiss hard as he fished his manhood from his lose fitting shorts. 

Her hand quickly found his stiff throbbing cock. She grabbed it and squeezed hard as they continued to kiss deeply. Jess hadn't touched any man besides David in 20 years and the gravity of the situation was not lost on the pretty married woman. She moaned into the strangers hot mouth as she moved her hand over his big cock. He was big and her hand barely encircled his generous girth. 

He moaned low and deep into her mouth as his fingers deftly unfastened her shorts and slipped inside her soaking wet panties. She could smell the faint scent of her arousal. She had always loved the sweet smell of her pussy despite the fact that she didn't care for the taste of her tangy juices. 

"God you're wet," he whispered to her softly. He had never in his life felt a woman's pussy as wet as she was and he suspected it was because her husband was watching from the window above. 

"Mmmm, I need you inside me," she groaned as his fingers found the swollen nub of her hard clit and rubbed it slowly. She was ready for him. She needed to cum and she wanted to feel his huge thick cock inside her, consequences be damned. 

The stranger smiled triumphantly and looked up at the window where her husband stood silently watching his wife's seduction. He pushed her shorts down past her knees and watched them fall to the ground exposing her thick hairy bush to his hungry eyes. He usually preferred a shaved or neatly trimmed pussy but there was something about her hairy bush that was dirty and much sexier than if she was shaved. 

She moaned loudly as the cool night air hit her overheated wet cunt. Her mouth lunged toward his and she kissed him hard. She had dropped all pretense of playing hard to get. Her tongue plunged deep inside his mouth and twisted together with his as her hand stroked his massive cock. 

"Please," she moaned between kisses as she pulled on his hard cock. There was no doubt about her intent. She could feel his precum oozing from the tip of his dick and she wanted to bend down and take it into her mouth. She rarely gave her husband head and when she did it was almost always with reluctance but with the stranger she wanted to do it. She wanted to feel his huge shaft stretching her jaw. She wanted to taste the forbidden fruit of his tangy precum too but more than either of those things she wanted his thick monster inside her cunt. She was supposed to hate that word but she didn't. She loved it. It was dirty and that was exactly how she felt. "Please fuck me," she said harshly, "I need your big cock inside my wet cunt."

The stranger turned Jess around and grabbed her full hips. She was facing her husband and she could see his silhouette in the window as the stranger reached around her and grabbed her big heavy tits. 

She moaned and twisted her neck to kiss him again. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth and she licked her sexy lover's lips as he pawed at her tits. She could feel the drooling head of his big cock at the slippery entrance of her soaking wet cunt and she pushed her hips against it. She was shocked at the ease in which his big fuck stick entered her. He was so much bigger than her husband and she loved the erotic feeling as he stretched her excited cunt. 

The stranger pushed his hips and met the hot married woman mid thrust. His big thick dick sank balls deep inside her as his hands cupped her heavy natural tits. He started to fuck her slowly as he looked up at David who was watching from a bedroom window inside. He could see her husband's movements and he smiled as he realized that the other man was jerking off watching his wife get fucked by a man she hardly knew. He hiked the woman's shirt up and unfastened her bra freeing her big tits to the cool night air and to her husband's gaze. 

"Fuck yes," she groaned as he fucked her with long smooth strokes. His big thick cock stretched her cunt like nothing ever had and she could feel him bottom out against her cervix each time he deep dicked her sloppy hole. 

"Harder," she begged. She could feel the early signs of a climax and she knew it was going to be a good one, maybe even earth shattering. He was that good. 

He pounded his giant cock into her liquid core. His rhythm was steady but he expertly mixed short and long strokes to keep her excited body guessing. 

Jess was loud and David could surely hear her passionate screams through the glass as he watched from above. Her words were unintelligible and laced with vulgar profanity. She begged her lover to fuck her harder. She pleaded with him not to stop and to make her cum like a randy whore. Her body shook and her cunt clutched at her lover's big dick. 

She was close. He grabbed her hips and pounded her hard and fast, pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed and she cried out like a howling wolf as she came. 

He didn't stop. He continued to fuck Jess right through one climax and into another. His hands held her hips and he fucked her even harder as her second climax spilled into a third. The sound of slapping flesh filled the night air as he slid his hands up to her huge tits and pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger sending her to another climax. 

Sweat rolled down her face and covered her chest and back as they fucked furiously for over thirty minutes. She had never cum in consecutive climaxes in her life but she shook her way through four as her well endowed lover pounded mercilessly at her dripping wet cunt. She could feel her juices running down her thighs and her legs felt weak as the waves of a fifth climax lapped at her tired body. She came weakly and dropped to her knees at his feet. 

Jess looked up at him with an exhausted yet satisfied look on her pretty face as he moved in front of her and fisted his big hard cock. 

"Suck it," he said firmly and pointed the head of his big cock at her gaping mouth. His dick was slathered with her juices and precum oozed from its tip. She had never liked the taste of her pussy juice but she didn't hesitate for a moment. She opened her lips as wide as she could and stuffed as much of his slippery wet cock into her hungry mouth as possible. The taste of their combined juices was surprisingly good and she moaned around his shaft as she enthusiastically sucked the strangers delicious cock. 

She grabbed his shaft with both hands as she noisily slurped on the head of his giant dick. She hadn't swallowed her husband's cum in years. She didn't mind the taste as much as the texture but with her new lover she wanted to drink his seed. She looked up at him with smoldering eyes. Her hands moved fast over his slippery shaft as her tongue swirled around the tip. 

He moaned and groaned with pleasure as she worked tirelessly on his stiff dick. He could have cum earlier but he wasn't ready for the fun to end. He knew she wanted him to fill her mouth with his hot cream but he had other plans. He pulled her back to her feet and sat her on a retaining wall with her back to her husband. 

Jess spread her legs wide and offered her lover her wet hairy cunt as her husband continued to watch from the bedroom window. 

The stranger fed his huge dick back into her sloppy wet hole and her body was instantly alive. He pounded her hard making her cum for a sixth time as he looked up at her pathetic husband stroking his dick. Unbeknownst to Jess the stranger waived to David in the window and motioned for him to come down. He knew he would. He wanted to see his wife fucked by a real cock up close. He knew David's type and he smiled as he watched the other man leave the window. 

Jess was a loud fuck. Her body shook and she yelled and cried with intense pleasure as climax six turned into seven. Her body was exhausted but she was still as horny as when they had started over an hour earlier. Her eyes were closed tightly as she came and when she opened them her husband was beside her. He was fully dressed but she could see the outline of his hard but decidedly average dick in his shorts. 

The stranger was close. His back was getting tired and now that his audience was there to witness his climax he could allow himself the pleasure of an orgasm. He looked into the sexy married woman's pretty brown eyes and smiled broadly. "Are you ready for it," he teased as he continued to thrust his big thick cock into her quivering core. 

"God yes," she hissed loudly, "fuck me hard lover."

"Where do you want it," he asked even though he already knew the answer. 

"Cum inside me baby." Her words were thick with lust and her body shook with yet another small aftershock. 

Her lover grunted loudly as hot cream pumped from his organ like lava from a spewing volcano. He pumped his searing hot cum into her cunt until it overflowed with his seed and the entire time he looked at her pathetic husband with a triumphant look on his whistled face. He continued to pump his dick into her until it started to go slack. 

She sighed with disappointment as he pulled his rapidly deflating cock from her gaping hole. She had loved the full feeling he gave her and she knew that her husband's average dick would never be enough for her again. 

Her lover's cum dripped from her gaping hole as she fought to catch her breath. He pulled up his shorts and tucked his flaccid cock into them as she gazed longingly at his dripping tool. 

"Call me," he said abruptly as he handed her his business card. He turned and walked back into the party without another word leaving Jess and David alone in the darkness. 

David dropped his pants and moved toward his pretty wife. His dick jutted out from his body and pointed toward the sky as an obvious sign of exactly how excited he was. He slipped between Jess's splayed thighs and pushed his cock into her cum filled hole covering himself with her lover's thick cream. 

"No, don't," Jess said softly as she pushed David away, "I'm too sore."

David was unfazed by his wife's rejection and wrapped his fist around him cum slicked cock. He stroked it furiously as he gazed intently at his beautiful but disheveled wife. His climax built quickly and he stared at Jess' gaping pussy until he passed the point of no return. He groaned loudly and cum flew from his cock onto his wife's sexy body. 

They dressed quickly and slipped from the party unnoticed. 

"Where do we go from here," David asked as they drove home. They both agreed that they had no regrets. It had been the best sexual experience of their lives and it had opened a whole new world for them to explore. 

"We start by calling Jared," she laughed as she looked at her lover's name on the business card, "and inviting him over next weekend for another round." Jess leaned across the car and kissed her husband as he drove. 

"I love you, you know that right," she said softly. 

"I love you too."



The Party



My name is Jackie. I am a sports coach at a local school in Tampa, Florida. Being a coach I get lots of exercise and have an athletic body that can still turn heads, even if I am already in my late thirties. I'm tall for a woman, just under 6 feet tall. My golden blond hair is shoulder length, streaked with natural highlights from Florida's sunshine. As a coach I'm outdoors a lot with the result that I have a natural bronze tan year round. I'm a natural athlete with long legs, flat stomach and small buttocks. I won't win beauty competitions, but at my age I know I still attract the occasional look of approval from men.

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But, before I continue let me clear the air first and place these episodes of my life I'm lately recounting here in perspective. These are true episodes in my life, although I have changed the names of my friends to protect their identity and safeguard their privacy. I'm sharing these events in my life as it firstly allows me to analyse my emotions and the situations, and secondly, it helps to put it all in perspective for myself. Thirdly, I realise that as a woman, I do have sexual and sensual emotions, needs, desires and even fantasies and I need to deal with them in my own way. Acknowledging and accepting these sexual emotions, and allowing myself to experience it, does not lower my moral value system, but allows me to be fully woman in a modern society where we do not need to talk in hushed tones about sex anymore. We, as women, are liberated and free to enjoy our sexuality as much as any man, without the stigma of being cheap or a slut. I hope that sharing my encounters I will put the emotions of women, in general, in perspective and hopefully will even encourage other women to tell about their own encounters and experiences.

Neither am I a writer, or aspire to become one. These are stories recounting true moments in my life and it comes with all the grammatical and syntax errors of a normal imperfect life.

Let's get back to my story.

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Although I consider myself adventurous in bed I never had the inclination, or desire, to make love to someone else than my husband. Yes, we have our fantasies and are quite naughty when we are alone, or on holiday without the kids. Last year, while on holiday in Maui, we even took nude photographs of me on a lonely beach. We got turned on so much that we couldn't wait to get back to the hotel and had beautiful and exquisite sex right there on the beach. For weeks afterwards we recounted the episode and each time virtually ripped each other's clothes off. The thought of the daringness thereof, the exhibitionist side of it, the naughtiness of the public sex should someone came along and saw us, really turned us on.

I do not know if the holiday in Maui marked a turning point in my sexual awareness, but since then I have become more liberated, open minded and am enjoying my sexuality at a level I have never experienced before. Perhaps, with age also, comes the confidence to accept oneself, with all one's imperfections. I also think that with modern contraceptives women are less scared of becoming pregnant and are therefore more willing to experience and enjoy sex than ever before.

My perspective on erotica, sexiness and my own sexuality changed remarkably lately. First was the Maui experience with the nude photos and sex on the beach. Months later I realised one afternoon that our handsome neighbour is a peeping tom, and voyeur, and has been watching me for some time, without me knowing. Knowing that I was being watched was quite a turn-on for me and I stood naked in front of the window one afternoon, touching myself, and eventually masturbated in full view of him, knowing that he was watching every move and deed. It was a huge turn-on for me and I couldn't keep my hands off my husband, Trevor, for many weeks. It improved our sex life tremendously.

The exhibitionist experience was a turning point in our sexual endeavours and we, my husband and I, started re-evaluating our attitude and mindset towards sex - and new sexual experiences. We agreed to broaden our experiences as it was clear I liked my exhibitionist side and my husband encouraged me within certain parameters. With each exhibitionist experience we had great sex afterwards and it is a definite turn-on for both of us. My husband likes it when I expose myself to other men, or flash them.

However, I also believe that each person, man or woman, must determine for her/himself what is acceptable, a turn-on and what are dislikes or taboos. We know what food, colours, clothing, etc, we like or dislike, but we are hesitant to talk about the same likes and dislikes regarding our sexuality and sex lives. We are willing to try new food tastes or try new fashion clothing, but we are not willing to be equally adventurous sexually. Why?

Then a third, very unexpected, incident happened. Marc, a nineteen year old friend of my son slept over one weekend. While watching late night TV the boys joined me on the couch and Marc, sitting with my legs on his lap, started caressing my lower legs and worked his way up my legs. It ended with him touching and caressing my pussy, through my pants, until I reached an orgasm. Since then I have been fantasizing about a man actually touching my bare pussy.

Then, during spring, another incident happened that added to my exhibitionist sexual experiences. Let me tell you about it in detail.

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Monique, a good friend of ours, was planning her fortieth birthday and decided to have a proper big party. She planned a party to really remember her birthday by, and wanted to ensure that we would also remember it for many years to come.

We received a beautiful invitation card to the party with the theme "Elvis Era -- 50's Rock 'n Roll". The invitation clearly stated that we were all to dress up in clothes simulating the 50's era. The party soon became all that most talked about, as it was really an exciting idea. Weeks before the party everyone started planning what to wear and started to look around and shop for appropriate clothes. The Elvis-look for my husband, Trevor, was easy, a white tight fitting T-shirt, gold chain around his neck, tight fitting black pants, white socks and black pointy shoes.

I really wanted to dress for the occasion and couldn't decide what to wear. I even searched the internet for clothes from that era. Then one day, in one of our local shopping malls in Tampa, I saw a yellow dress and immediately knew it was the dress for the party. I tried the dress on and it fitted as if it was tailored for me. It just had that "wow" factor and was exactly what I was looking for.

It had inch wide shoulder straps, which I liked as I could still wear a bra underneath. It was fairly tight fitting to my upper body, which would accentuate my 36C breasts, flat stomach and narrow middle. Although it had a V-neckline it would not show too much cleavage. From my middle it clocked out slightly in soft loose folds down to my knees. It would show off my long legs and shapely calves to their best advantage. Although the dress was pricey, and more than I budgeted for, I nevertheless bought the dress as I knew I had to have it.

To accompany the dress, and mainly for my husband's pleasure, I decided to shop for underwear as well. No dress comes to its full right without underwear that compliments it, ask any woman and she will confirm it.

After browsing through many stores, I eventually decided on a very sexy sheer white lace bra. The bra also lifted my breasts a little accentuating my cleavage. With my sensitive nipples I knew it was risky not buying a padded bra to hide the pokies, but decided to risk it for the sake of the dress. It is quite embarrassing to me when my nipples react so easily. It always feels as if everybody is staring at my pokies pushing against my clothing, and to hide it as much as possible, I normally wear padded bras.

To match the sheer bra I decided on ordering a panty from the sexy Wicked Weasel range. I absolutely adore their sexy underwear, and it is very comfortable to wear. I already have an extensive range of their sexy underwear. The Wicked Weasel underwear is a must for any woman feeling sexy. That evening I ordered a very sexy white sheer micro g-string from Wicked Weasel over the internet. It would be nearly invisible under the dress and no panty line would be showing either.

When the tiny package arrived from Wicked Weasel, Mandy, a close friend of mine was incidentally visiting and I showed her the micro g-string I ordered. At first she was amazed how small, and sheer, it was. After I modelled it for her, showing her that all the necessary and private parts were properly covered, she couldn't stop talking about the g-string. She also mentioned that Norman, her husband, was nagging her to wear something sheer as a tease for him. I helped her to select and order a very similar g-string online from Wicked Weasel.

As I talked with, and socialised with other lady friends during the next week or two, I soon realised that everyone is dressing up and taking the theme party seriously. It was clear that there would be many sexy dresses, some daring and some conservative. The fashion of the 50's era seems to have been very sexy with snug fitting tops, accentuating your breasts. The loose skirts clocking out were mostly knee length drawing attention to your legs. I also realised that the dresses lift easily while dancing, showing lots of leg as you twirl during the dances. Realising that my g-string was very sheer I was worried that I might be showing too much of myself should my dress lift high in a twirl. During that era women wore very unflattering full panties that came almost to their middles.

A group of ladies even went for Boogie dancing classes and were very excited by the sexiness of the dances, telling the rest of us that we must prepare ourselves to show a lot of leg when your skirt billows up during the twirls. They also forewarned us that if you are not careful your panty would be on display. Some ladies giggled nervously at the thought and remarked that one should be careful what underwear to wear that evening. It soon became clear that some ladies were starting to rethink their dresses and underwear, as not all had exhibitionist streaks in them and were shy and less adventurous by nature.

The party was to be held at the function hall of the local Tampa Palms golf club. Parking space was limited and we started organising amongst ourselves to ride with others. Our BMW is spacious and could easily fit three couples without too much of a squeeze. Good friends of ours, Mandy and Norman, living only a block away, and Stacey and Charles, living about 15 minutes drive away, asked to drive with us. We arranged that we would pick each couple up and go for a drink before the party started.

Both my boys asked to sleep over at friends, which was one less worry for that evening. Our eldest would sleep at Marc, and they would be going to a friend's party themselves in Marc's car. Our youngest and a group of friends were planning a LAN night.

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Saturday, the day of the party, everyone was in a jubilant mood, laughing and joking. Trevor, my husband, even surprised me with a very expensive bottle of perfume and a 24 carat golden necklace. I started to get ready early and took a long soaking bath. Afterwards, I rubbed skin lotion into my body and just loved the sensual feel of my skin, its softness and velvety feel. I started dressing at leisure and took great care with my make-up, as I really wanted to look great for my husband.

It is any woman's dream to come down the stairs and see the astonishment and admiration in the faces of the men she loves. That happened to me coming down the stairs that afternoon. Trevor, Marc, and both my sons, looked up and the admiration in their eyes was clear. It just does something for any woman's self esteem seeing such honest admiration and appreciation looking at you. At that moment you feel special, sensual and very sexy. And above all, I felt loved. I twirled around and laughingly asked them how I looked. Trevor came to me, took me in his arms, looked into my eyes and told me that I looked fantastic and would be envy of the party that evening.

We dropped the boys off at Marc's house and then went to pick up Mandy and Norman. 

Mandy is a very close friend of mine and I love her as one loves a sister. They were already waiting outside on the veranda when we stopped in the driveway. Mandy looked absolutely beautiful in a white dress that accentuated the curves of her body. With its low cut neckline the dress emphasized her breasts and cleavage. With her showing a lot of cleavage, and knowing that she also is wearing a skimpy sheer Wicked Weasel g-string, I felt more comfortable and confident with her at my side. With her dark brown hair and blue eyes she looked really beautiful in the white dress. We were all in high spirits, full of laughter and jokes so that the short drive to Stacey and Charles passed quickly.

I must tell you about Stacey first. About a year ago she had her breasts lifted and now liked showing off her 36D very perky and beautiful boobs. Even amongst us women we thought that she has beautiful breasts and I was privately envious thereof. Stacey and Charles also had somewhat of a reputation as uninhibited. They have been holidaying at nude beaches and Stacey always has an all over tan. She also talks about sex and details of their intimate life very easily and freely. Her carefree, uninhibited and friendly personality always brings smiles and laughter to those around her and she often was the centre of a party. I value her dearly as a close friend.

As Trevor stopped in their driveway he hooted and Stacey and Charles came immediately out of the house. Clearly they have been waiting for us. 

Stacey was wearing a lime green halter neck dress with a large white flower pattern. That evening, walking towards us it was clear that she was not wearing a bra and the low cut of her dress accentuated her cleavage and breasts beautifully. I could see that even Trevor was staring and I jokingly poked him in the ribs.

As previously arranged we went to a nearby restaurant for a drink before the party. The mood and conversation was light hearted and filled with laughter. Our men were also full of compliments for us, and our dresses, which made us feel special and very sexy. Trevor couldn't keep his eyes off Stacey and Norman was paying a lot of attention to both Mandy and me. Once, when Norman paid me another compliment, Mandy naughtily remarked that he should see my underwear, that it was lace and very sheer, just like hers. At her naughty remark I blushed as Norman openly stared at my breasts and nipples poking hard against my dress. A number of the other men in the restaurant were also openly staring at us, or perhaps our laughter and obvious good moods made them stare. 

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We arrived at the golf club together with lots of other couples and were glad that we drove together in one car. The men also agreed that Trevor would limit his drinks as he was the designated driver for the evening.

It soon became clear that most women were wearing 50's era dresses, emphasizing their breasts and many were showing a lot of cleavage. The majority of the dresses, and skirts, loosely clocked out from their hips, accentuating every move they make. Remembering earlier remarks about the dances and billowing dresses where the ladies would show a lot of leg and if not careful, I knew that more leg and panty would be on display that evening than anticipated. I realised that there were more daring women in Tampa than I thought previously. It just shows how bad you know others.

As we walked along the pathway to the club, listening to some remarks, jokes, the laughter and festive atmosphere, one could not help being swept along with the festive and joyful party atmosphere.

Inside, the hall was beautifully decorated with the 50's theme. There were about 100 couples sitting at twenty tables along the walls. In the middle of the hall was huge a dance floor with a band off to one corner. We found a table with other close friends of ours, Denise and William, and Paula and Chris.

Denise used to be a model in her younger years and even now, just over forty, she remains a beautiful woman. Over the years Denise and William has also built somewhat of a naughty reputation themselves, just as Stacey and Charles. It is a known that they are regular visitors at Key West during the Fantasy Fest. From what Denise told us in the past Fantasy Fest is for the really daring and uninhibited. Apparently there is an event where body paint is the only attire one wears to cover you, an event she likes. Denise is also known as a real cock teaser. Another thing about Denise - never dare her. With her present you can always be assured of lots of laughter, fun and a real good time. Denise had on a pink dress with a very low cleavage line and low back. The dress accentuated her hour glass figure reaching to just above her knees.

Paula, on the other hand, had very small breasts (but very long nipples). She must be an A cup size and are always envious of our larger breasts. She is petit, on the skinny side and always on a diet. She had on a sky blue dress that stretched all the way to her ankles. I think she is the most shy and least daring of all of us.

We all ordered drinks and while still busy drinking the lights suddenly dimmed, with only the lights in the centre, where the dance floor was, still bright. Monique, our hostess and birthday girl, stepped into the light giving us a welcoming speech. Amongst others she said that as she was entering her naughty forties she decided on this party to celebrate her naughty forties with us. Her words were met with raucous laughter, whooping and whistles. Next up she introduced two couples that would teach us some of the Elvis era dance steps and moves. 

As the band struck up one of the Elvis songs two couples stepped up to the dance floor giving us an Elvis era exhibition dance. There was a lot of twirling, with the dresses of the ladies billowing out and up, showing lots of leg. There were also back flips and back roll moves showing leg all the way to their panties. Another move involved sliding the lady between the legs of the male partner resulting in the dress of the lady being pushed nearly to her middle and again showing a lot of leg and panties. 

The dances also involved a lot of very seductive and sensual hip movements and gyrating pelvises. It was clear from the display dance that these dances were not intended for the shy or faint hearted that night and was indeed naughtily inclined. Most women nervously giggled at the moves seeing how much leg the exhibition dancers were showing. Privately most women would have wondered how much leg they would show and how to slow down the twirls as not to allow your dress billowing up too high. Nevertheless, at the end of the exhibition the dancers received a roaring applause, understandingly, especially from the men.

At that moment I wished that I had rather invested in a fuller bikini panty that was not sheer at all. I would have felt much more confident to participate fully in all the moves then, knowing that a bikini panty would have covered me properly even if my dress would billow up. Now, I would be worrying all evening about someone seeing my sheer panty and pussy underneath. Looking over at Mandy I could see from her look that she had the same thought. Denise on the other end was full of smiles and couldn't wait to start dancing.

We were all called to the dance floor to learn the basic moves. We were also encouraged to invent our own variations, to our own inventive likings, to these moves as some moves were fairly risky for the more conservative women. Within 15-20 minutes most had the basic moves, or variations thereof, under the belt and we returned laughingly to our tables. We discussed how our dresses billowed up in the twirls and different moves. Understandable the men liked these dances as they have already seen a lot of leg and a panty or two. The men liked the moves and laughingly encouraged us with these moves to give it our best.




The Party



Right from the start a festive and joyful mood has been established and it was clear, even that early in the evening, that the dances would be very sensual, sexy and provocative. We all felt the anticipation and naughtiness that were awaiting us. Even in our group of five couples the naughty remarks were already starting to fly. It was indeed dances for the naughty forties, literally.

After a few rounds of drinks, and as the evening progressed, some of the dances were getting naughtier by the moment. The twirl seemed to be the easiest dance move to master and was one of the favourites amongst most. Depending on the speed your partner pulled you into and out of the twirl, it billowed and lifted your dress, displaying various degrees of leg. The ladies with looser dresses, and skirts clocking out from the waist, had it the worst as our dresses tended to lift higher easily, showing a lot more leg and even sometimes showing a panty if your partner got to enthusiastic. 

The back roll and back flip was more difficult and for the brave hearted only as your legs, all the way to your panty, was clearly on display. The back roll, where you hooked your arms into that of your partner and then roll over his back, from side to side, flipped your dress back, exposing your legs almost to your panty if you were not careful. The move where you skidded down between your partner's legs before he pulled you back and up again was also very risky, as your dress was pulled up almost to your waist and each time your panty could be seen. I decided that some of these moves were too risky for me wearing a sheer lace g-string. Mandy also hinted that she was not even going to attempt these moves. 

We all enjoyed the seductive hip movements though, pushing your groin against the leg, or body, of your partner. In our group Denise adapted the gyrating hip movement and jokingly ended with what we soon laughingly called a "groin grinder". It basically involved grinding your groins together, which was very stimulating and had me soon very aroused feeling my partner's bulge in his pants pushing against my own groin area. At one stage Trevor whispered in my ear that he has an erection as he gyrated against my groin.

This was definitely not a party for the shy ones. What an exciting era the 50's must have been with so much leg, and even more, on display.

With all the laughter, jokes, drinks and sensual dancing it was a beautiful and a very special evening. As the evening progressed the alcohol helped us to loosen up more, the dances became naughtier and more daring. The back roll and sweep between partner's legs were seen more often all over the dance floor, together with a lot of laughter. More and more legs, and panties, were shown as the evening progressed and we got more confident and daring. It was clear that everyone was in a good mood, loosening up and having a great party.

- # -

Our table were at the forefront of most dances and I'm sure our laughter carried to the corners of the hall. Around midnight, while catching our breaths, and waiting for our drinks the men ordered, we ladies excused ourselves to go and powder our noses.

As we stood there in the ladies room in front of the mirrors, we discussed the dances and us flashing so much leg and panties. Paula casually mentioned that luckily we had panties on. Denise looked at me with a naughty grin, hooked her hands underneath her dress and next moment pulled her panties off. Grinning at us she walked out, with us hurriedly following to see what she was up to.

Back at the table we sat down and it was clear that Denise was up to something. From her movements it was clear that she was doing something underneath the table. William, her husband, looked down to what she was doing out of view and a sudden look of surprise and smile crossed his face. William asked the table to excuse them, they were going to dance.

When they came back William took Denise's face in his hands, kissed her softly on the lips and told her that she was very special and that he loved her with all his heart. It was such a tender and romantic moment that we all could feel our hearts skipping a beat. Turning towards us, Denise smiled at us and told us that now we also knew her recipe to keep her husband happy and on his toes. 

Not to be outdone I, then and there, decided to go and do the same, hopefully surprising my husband as well. I excused myself, telling Trevor I need to go and powder my nose again. As I left the table I saw that both Mandy and Stacey were following me.

In the ladies room we nervously stood giggling in front of the mirrors, suddenly nervous to take our panties off. We asked each other if we dared to do the same as Denise did, trying to encourage each other to do the same. 

Mandy was the most shy and asked us what if someone would see her pussy with all the wild dancing and her dress lifting so high. I knew that Stacey, after her boob job, was part exhibitionist herself and would easily go commando if I do. Trying to build courage myself to take the step, I told Mandy, as much as for myself, to let go of her inhibitions and that only her husband would know. It would be exciting and that it was time for us to enjoy ourselves and spoil our husbands as Denise did. The dance floor was also very dimly lit and the possibility for anyone to see her pussy was very remote. I also thought that the whiteness of our panties were more visible in the dim light than the dull colour of flesh. Only someone really close to us would be able to see that we are not wearing panties. Anyone more than two to three yards away would be unable to see anything in the dim light on the dance floor - and it would definitely excite our husbands tremendously.

With that I decided to take the lead, typical coach that I am. I lifted my dress, hooked my thumbs into the elastics of my g-string and pulled it off. Stacey immediately followed my example while Mandy stood giggling undecided. The next moment she said, "tonight I'm going to get fucked", and pulled her g-string off as well. We all stood there giggling, a little nervous at the prospects and what we were about to do. 

The next moment the door opened and Paula walked in, looking at our blushing faces. She smiled and looked us straight in the eyes. Lifting her chin slightly she told us that for once she is not going to be the one left out, spoiling the party. With that she lifted her dress and pulled her panty off as well. She held her finger up for us, as if asking our attention, and unclasped her bra behind her back, pulling it through the sleeves of her dress and off. 

A nervous laugh erupted over her lips as we stood there staring at her in amazement. Still nervously laughing she took hold of the hem of her dress on the side and with one mighty pull ripped it all the way to her hip along the seam on the side. Cupping her breasts, she lifted the little boobs that were there, thrusting out her long, and now hard, nipples and told us, "Let's go party girls!" turned around and walked out of the restroom. 

You could have knocked me over with a feather realising what the always shy Paula just did. That act alone from Paula gave us the courage we needed to go ahead, going commando.

Back at the table I slipped my tiny g-string into Trevor's hand under the table. The look on his face was worth a thousand words. The glint in his eye when he looked at me spelled very naughty things and ideas. I took him by the hand, leading him back to the dance floor.

On the dance floor I grinded my crotch against his leg, feeling his erection pushing against my upper thigh. He twirled me and I dared to put some extra momentum into the spin, causing my dress to lift high exposing my upper legs to him. Back in his arms he told me that he glimpsed my pussy, but that in the darkness couldn't really see anything, just as I suspected earlier. I could feel him pushing and grinding his erection against my leg and moved my leg inside his leg, grinding our groins together in response. I felt very naughty and aroused and told him that I saw earlier how he enjoyed dancing with Stacey. Leaning close to his ear I told him that she has also taken her panties off, turned around and walked back to our table just as Stacey and Charles were returning to the table as well.

Trevor immediately asked Stacey for a dance forcing Charles to ask me. Walking back to the dance floor Stacey winked at me and just smiled. I immediately knew that she has told Charles also that I was not wearing panties anymore.

Charles was a little hesitant as first and did not push his groin against me, nor did he twirl me with enthusiasm. I think he was a bit shy and did not want to embarrass me. Feeling naughty and aroused by the earlier dancing, I decided to be bold adding some spark to his dancing. As Charles twirled me away from him, I flicked my hip causing my dress to rise high affording him a good view of my legs. Deciding to take the lead I pressed my body hard against his, giving him a quick groin grind, before stepping away and over his leg, with my crotch pushed against his thigh and his crotch against my thigh. I could feel the bulge in his pants pushing against my leg. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Trevor and Stacey were also busy with a groin grinder and that he was about to twirl her away. As she twirled right next to us, her dress lifted, and for a fleeting moment in the dim light, I could barely see her clean shaven pussy. Looking at Stacey's groin I realised that in the dim light it was virtually impossible to see any detail clearly. It was just a fleeting half dark glimpse, leaving you undecided and wondering if you have seen more than was intended, or not. 

Stacey leaned in my direction questioningly and smiled. I whispered in her ear that it was impossible to see anything as it was too dark. Just then Charles twirled me and I again flicked my hips causing my dress to lift, affording Charles a look at my upper legs. Back in the arms of Charles I saw that both Trevor and Stacey were smiling at me. From their smiles I deducted that they supported my opinion that the lighting was too poor and that it was not possible to see any detail clearly. Looking back I think that knowledge gave both Stacey and me more confidence to enjoy the dancing without feeling like an exhibitionist on display.

It was very arousing to see Trevor grinding his groin into the crotch of one of my best friends and I knew that she could feel his erection against her, as much as I could feel the erection of Charles pushing against me. 

As Charles twirled me with more momentum I knew that he was gaining confidence and wanted to look at my upper leg and groin. The idea and knowledge thereof was exquisitely arousing and beautiful, knowing that another man wanted to, and was looking at my pussy, but not really seeing much. 

When Trevor twirled Stacey next to us again I specifically looked down trying to see how much of Stacey's pussy I would be able to see, thereby trying to confirm my judgement on how much of myself was on display when I twirled. Honestly, in the dim light, and with the speed of the movement, it perhaps felt as if one was more on display than actually was seen. It was only for a fleeting moment that I could see Stacey's crotch area, but nothing more. 

Suddenly I was very thankful for the dim light as it actually added to the sensuality of the dances and atmosphere, allowing us women a large degree of modesty. Being able to see, but not really seeing, was very arousing and sensual. The knowledge that they could barely see my crotch when I twirled, but not see any detail in the dim light added lots to my arousal and the sexy atmosphere.

- # -

Back at the table Norman asked me for a dance and Trevor led Mandy to the floor. Earlier, when having pre-party drinks, Norman was full of compliments and said many nice things about me. It was then that Mandy told him about my underwear, and I blushed scarlet thinking that I was not wearing panties anymore. Looking over at Trevor, I winked at him, looking directly at Mandy's crotch trying to tell him that Mandy was also going commando, just to get her back for my earlier embarrassment. I think he understood as he grinned back and gave me a slight nod of his head. Reaching the dance floor he immediately twirled her looking down at her crotch. She also had a clean shaven pussy, but with a thin landing strip at the top. Trevor gave me a big smile back and I knew that he caught a fleeting glimpse of her naked crotch.

Not wanting to be outdone by Trevor, I started with a groin grind with Norman, smiling to him and trying to encourage him to reciprocate. But I needed not to worry, his erection was prominent and I could feel it clearly pushing against my crotch. I moved over onto his leg, grinding my groin against his thigh and felt his hard-on grinding against my thigh. As Norman twirled me away I could see that he was watching my crotch intently. A wild daringness overcame me and I twitched my hip in the middle of the twirl, causing my dress to billow up very high, clearly displaying my upper legs and crotch. Turning back, twirling towards him, I knew from his smile he glimpsed my bare pussy. As we stood close together, moving with the rhythm of the music and grinding our lower bodies together, the sensation of his erection pushing against my crotch was an unbelievable turn-on. 

I could feel his bulge pushing against my crotch and when I moved my pelvis forward I could feel his knob pushing directly against my pussy. The idea of another man pushing his penis against my pussy sent shivers of pleasure and arousal through my spine, and I could feel my nipples contracting, knowing that my pokies would be clearly visible as they were pushing hard against my dress.

I saw that Norman was watching Mandy dancing right next to us, perhaps worried that she was not happy with him dancing so intimately with me. Looking at us Trevor tried the back roll with Mandy and as she rolled over his back, lifting her legs right in front of our faces, both Norman and I could see her pussy momentarily. Slipping down the other side from Trevor, he pulled and slipped her between his legs. The movement caused her dress to ride up, nearly to her hips, and again a smiling Mandy flashed us her pussy up close, clearly enjoying herself. I could feel Norman's erection becoming even harder, seeing his wife's pussy, and could feel him pressing harder into my crotch.

Norman, not to be outdone by Trevor and Mandy, prepared me for a back roll as well. Rolling over his back I opened my legs a little giving my husband and Mandy a proper flash of my pussy. Norman also pulled me between his legs and again I flashed my husband, knowing that both Mandy and he could see my pussy, as I had seen hers. Pulling me back Norman started with a slow groin grind. This time he was really pushing his very hard erection into my crotch with each movement. As I grinded back slowly I looked over at Trevor and Mandy and saw that they were simulating our movements. Arching my back a little, I pushed my pelvis forward and slightly upwards and could feel Norman's penis pushing against me, just below pubic bone, right at my pussy's slit. Grinding my groin against him was very stimulating and my arousal increased by leaps and bounds with each grind.

I could feel my juices bubbling inside my vagina, lubricating my pussy and slit. As I arched my back a little more I could feel Norman's erection pushing harder against the top of my slit. I opened my legs wider and guided Norman to dance between my legs feeling more of his erection pushing against my slit, even parting the swollen lips of my pussy a little as he grinded from side to side. 

I could see that Mandy was also pushing and grinding against Trevor and assumed that they were experiencing the same sensual sensation and arousal that we were. Norman took my arm and twirled me again, intently looking down as my dress lifted exposing my wet pussy to his gaze. Trevor did the same with Mandy, also staring at her pussy as her dress lifted. Again he rolled her over his back for us to see. This time she opened her legs slightly in the roll to expose her pussy to her husband. Norman smiled at me questioningly and I nodded, knowing that he wanted to roll me over his back, exposing myself to my husband and his wife. Looking at Trevor I could see the bulge in his pants and knew that my husband was properly aroused. 

Grabbing Norman behind his back I deliberately pulled him harder against me. I slid and rubbed my crotch over his very hard bulge, all the time looking at Trevor to judge his reaction. Trevor had a devilish smile and slowly started pushing into Mandy, simulating the sexual movement of sliding into her. Mandy was clearly enjoying the movement as she bit her lower lip, pushing back into Trevor. Properly aroused, we both continued with the groin grind, me arching my back feeling Norman's penis pushing against my pussy and my wet slit. I could feel my swollen pussy lips parting as Norman pushed hard against it, trying to push and grind into my pussy as far as possible. 

Mandy and Trevor were doing the same, a feet away from us. 

The feeling of arousal and the stimulation of another man pushing his penis against my vagina, while my husband was watching, and doing the same to another woman, was on a new sexual level I have not experienced before. It far exceeded our wildest fantasies, seeing how my husband was pushing his penis against a woman's vagina while a man was pants fucking me. This was the closest I have ever been to real sex with someone else, apart from my husband. 

A hard and willing cock was pushing hard against my very wet pussy with my husband watching! This was the ultimate in sexual arousal and stimulation without the real sexual deed. I could have done this all evening and knew that it would be hard to recreate the same sensual and sexy environment, full of uninhibited laughter and arousal while enjoying ourselves so much. This was a once off event that would be very difficult to recreate again.

We, both Norman and me, and Trevor and Mandy, continued with this very arousing dancing for another two songs, pants fucking each other. Every now and then Norman would push his erection harder into me, pushing my dress deeper between the cleft of legs, parting my swollen pussy lips. Arching my back and pushing my pelvis forward I could feel his bulge pushing against my pussy, which sent electrifying shivers of arousal through my spine straight to my hard nipples. 

I soon reached that level of arousal where I wanted something inside me, longing for my vagina to be touched and opened, wanted Norman's hands on my breast, to slide his fingers along my wet slit, his penis inside me.

In the back of my mind I also realised that such a state of arousal and sexual longing was what made the moment so very special. And dangerous.

The sexual excitement also caused me to abandon more of my modesty. Each time Norman twirled me I wanted Norman to see my wet pussy. I flicked my hips causing my dress to billow higher as I spread my legs deliberately showing Norman more of my wet pussy for a fraction longer. Each time we did a back roll we looked across at our partners and their own arousal. Both Mandy and myself started opening our legs wider during the rolls, exposing ourselves to our spouses, without attracting attention from the other couples also dancing on the dimly lit floor.

Looking at Mandy's flashed face as Trevor grinded his hard bulge into her crotch it was clear that they were as aroused and excited as Norman and I were. Mandy was virtually riding Trevor's hard cock through his pants, her legs slightly parted and her dress pressed into the V-shape of the cleft between her legs. 

As Trevor pushed forward against her crotch, his bulging cock pressed deeper between her parted legs. With each push Mandy arched her back, pushing her pelvis forward and I knew that her pussy lips were also swollen, wet, and being parted by Trevor's pushing against her. Perhaps he was also pushing against her clit as Norman was pushing against my own very swollen clit. I parted my legs slightly more as Norman pushed against me and could feel the sliding movement of his hard penis through my swollen wet pussy lips, momentarily pressing against my clit before he slid back.




The Party



It became a very beautiful and sensual game, feeling Norman's cock pushing against my slit, me twirling showing him my wet swollen pussy. It took us to unimagined heights of sexual arousal

I was very sorry that we were on a dance floor and that our clothes restricted our actions. 

I wished I could feel Norman's warm hard cock sliding directly over my pussy. I wanted him desperately inside me.

However, with clothes I could feel Norman's hard bulge pushing against my groin, pushing against my pussy and even now and then pushing over my clit if I arched my back, I could feel how swollen my pussy lips were and how wet and slippery my slit were.

Looking around the dance floor, at the other couples, it was clear that there were many that were in similar stages of arousal judging by all the groin grinds around us. It was also very clear that most couples were very focussed on each other and were not really looking around at others. Even if I did decide to lift my dress, open my legs to allow Norman inside me, nobody would not notice easily, apart from Trevor and Mandy dancing right next to us and perhaps Stacey dancing on our other side.

For a fleeting moment I seriously considered it and wondered what Trevor and Mandy would say if I discreetly lifted the front part of my dress allowing Norman more direct contact with my swollen wet pussy. I wondered if it would be possible to take Norman's hard cock out of his pants, hiding the deed and action in the folds of my dress if he stayed close to me, and allowed his naked hard cock to slide along my swollen wet pussy, or even entering me and riding his cock.

I was wondering and contemplating how to achieve direct sexual contact without attracting attention. I again wondered what Trevor's reaction would be and decided to suggest the idea when we returned to the table.

As if by mutual agreement both Norman and I, and Trevor and Mandy, stopped dancing and returned to our table. In the back of my mind I knew that we returned just in time, still keeping some modesty intact. If we had danced another song I would have lifted the front of my dress discreetly trying to get Norman inside me, so aroused was I.

At the table I sat close to Trevor, clutching his hand, realising how close I was to allow Norman inside me. The men ordered us all drinks and we decided to sit out a couple of songs to catch our breaths and to come down to earth from our elated sexual heights. We ladies excused ourselves to go and freshen our makeup.

Walking to the restroom I noticed that Mandy was slightly nervous, not looking at me directly. Once inside the restroom, while washing my hands, Mandy asked me if the dancing was okay with me. Remembering how she was riding Trevor's hard cock through his pants, and me doing the same with Norman, I nearly burst out laughing aloud, but instead gave her a warm smile. 

However, I was also curious as to why she asked and enquired as such. She gave me an angelical smile, blushing and said that the dancing and twirling was very arousing and sexual without any hard or direct contact and that she liked it very much and nearly climaxed while dancing with my husband.

With her straightforward and honest answer it was my time to blush and I decided to tell her about my own emotions and sexual arousal. I told her that I even contemplated lifting my dress discreetly in the dim light to allow Norman more direct contact with me as I was so aroused that I needed him inside me. The only thing keeping me from doing it was what she and Trevor would said if I did.

Mandy looked at me for a moment without talking, blushing even more. Not looking directly at me she said Trevor had a beautiful cock and that she was sopping wet as she stood there. She was afraid at one stage that she would orgasm right there on the dance floor when it felt as if Trevor was parting her pussy with his pushing. The sensation of him rubbing his hard cock against her slit and reaching her clit when she arched her back was enough to bring her to orgasm. I told her that the same thing has been happening to me on the dance floor.

Looking directly at me she said she was so excited and aroused that she would have allowed Trevor to fuck her if he wanted.

I realised that only true and honest friends would discuss sex with another partner so openly. At that moment her friendship, and honesty, meant the world to me and I knew that our friendship has reached a new level. All I could do was to reach out and give her a hug, saying that I wouldn't mind as she is my best friend. Deep in my heart I knew that it was the truth.

At that moment Paula burst into the ladies room, blushing and out of breath. Turning towards us she told us that she needed a cock inside her and needed it fast or she would lose her mind and become totally irresponsible. Both Mandy and I, burst out laughing, telling her that we felt the same and have even contemplated how to do it on the dance floor. Laughingly we looked at each other and nearly in unison said. "Take mine". On that we really started laughing, which I suppose was partly caused by our sexual tension and arousal.

Returning to the table, full of laughter about the intimate private joke we just shared, we rested for a short while before going back to the dance floor. 

At one stage Norman and me, and Trevor and Mandy, were again dancing next to each other. Shortly into a song, Trevor twirled Mandy in my direction with her dress billowing really high and I knew he had a good look at her crotch. As the twirl ended right next to me she whispered in my direction: "Dare you to do it". 

Back in Trevor's arms she nodded at me, turned towards him and grinded her crotch into his bulge with new energy, smiling at me. Still looking at me she dropped her hand between them, pulling the front of her dress up while with the other arm she pulled him closer to her. Looking at them it was nearly impossible to see that the front of her dress was pulled up as the loose folds of the dress still folded naturally down the sides. With Trevor so close to her his body was hiding the rest. Trevor immediately realised what Mandy was doing and seeing that she was looking at me he put his hands behind her back, pushing his hard bulge into her - without the restrains of a dress between them this time.

They started to imitate a thrusting movement and I realised that Trevor's cock must be right against her pussy, opening her wet and swollen lips, trying to enter her.

I was staring so intently at the action right before me that I nearly forgot about Norman, but became acutely aware of his thrusts against my pubic bone as he was watching his wife pants fucking my husband.

Smiling at Mandy I silently formed the words: "Watch this" and also pulled the front of my dress up. Norman, who already saw what Trevor did to Mandy, pulled me closer into him as I tried with the other hand to arrange my dress on the sides so as to make it less obvious what I was doing.

It was a totally different sensation to feel Norman's pants over his hard cock pushing directly against my crotch without the restrains of a dress between us. Norman started doing slow thrusts, pushing his cock against my slit. With his hands holding me firmly behind my back, and pulling me into him, I was able to arch my back more. Tilting my pelvis forward as he thrusts against me I could feel the bulge in his pants pushing along my bare pussy, opening my swollen wet lips. I knew that he would have a wet spot on his pants afterwards as I could feel my pussy juices starting to soak his pants. With each forward thrust from him I pushed my pelvis forward and upwards, meeting his thrust and allowing his clothed cock to slide along my slit. I could feel his hard cock pushing against my clit. My vagina was responding actively, welcoming the thrusting, making small bubbles inside me as my juices oozed out, wetting my slit.

Looking at Trevor and Mandy I saw that she was riding Trevor's cock, her back arched and with each thrust from him I could see how she tilted her pelvis, trying to get as much as possible of him against her pussy.

It is very difficult to describe the delightful arousal and sensual sexiness of being pants fucked, while watching my husband doing the same to one of my best friend. And him watching me being pants fucked, knowing that Norman is pushing his penis against my crotch and vagina. 

The exquisite sensuality and sensation thereof is hard to describe, even now.

Leaning back more into Norman's grip behind my back, I could feel how Norman was pushing against my pussy, parting my lips, my vagina welcoming him, wanting him inside me. 

It felt so wonderfully sexy and I was aroused beyond my wildest dreams and thoughts. Electrifying sensation after sensation was running down my spine, my nipples hard and erect.

I also heard someone gasping and breathing hard on my other side and realised that Paula and Charles were dancing on our other side and caught a glimpse of Paula's naked thigh. Unknowing to us, I think Paula and Charles have been watching what we were doing, and Paula has decided to follow our lead. However, the difference in height between them was too much and the bulge of Charles was pushing at Paula's navel. Not that it bothered Charles as the big brute picked her petit figure up in his arms, settling her neatly on the bulge in his pants, still holding her petite lightweight figure. He had locked his fingers underneath her bum, forming a seat for her to sit in, easily supporting her weight.

Not unexpectedly, I felt Norman pushing his hand between our bodies, slowly pulling his zipper down and thanked him silently for the action as I needed him inside me, very, very much. 

I could feel his hand fumbling between us and drew in a sharp breath when I felt the thick warmness of his penis suddenly being released and pressing against my lower belly.

I knew that the moment has arrived that I had to take a decision that would impact on my life forever afterwards. To talk and fantasize about having sex with another partner, and really doing it, were two different things. I also recalled the conversation between Mandy and myself, not even a half hour ago, when she said she wanted my husband inside her - and I gave her my permission. She also dared me to do it only few minutes ago. But, at that moment it was I that had to take the decision, yes or no. 

But then, my body took over as if my mind and reasoning took a step back.

I became acutely aware of the arousal of my own body. My hard nipples sensitively pushing against my dress, my swollen pussy lips, my wet slit, my vagina making small bubbles inside me, the wetness oozing out and lubricating my pussy lips. I also felt the need in my vagina to have it filled, to have something inside my pussy. I needed Norman inside me more than ever before. 

The needed to feel him pushing against my pussy lips, parting them, finding my opening and to feel him slipping inside me. I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him sliding in and out.

It is as if I lost contact with the world and reality. I did not hear the music anymore, nor did I felt the presence of people around me anymore, It was as if my whole existence focused on myself, my arousal and I became very much aware of my wet and swollen pussy.

Norman managed to readjust his penis more perpendicular with his body. I could feel his hard and warm penis pushing more prominently and sharply against my groin and pubic bone. Arching my back to meet his next thrust I could feel his penis sliding along my slit, my swollen pussy lips parting before him, his thrust ending nearly right at my sensitive vagina opening. I nearly orgasmed right there with him so close to my womanly opening. My mind and body concentrated on the warm excited sexy feeling. Feeling only his penis against my pussy, my swollen wet pussy lips opening and closing over his cock, ready to receive him, my vagina opening contracting, wanting him inside me.

Norman slowly pulled his hips back and I could feel the head of his penis sliding over my clit. Pushing forward I could feel it slipping over my clit again and nearly shouted out loud at the beautiful, exquisite, fantastic sensation thereof. The idea that I have another man's penis rubbing against my naked, wet and willing pussy nearly sent me over the edge. 

My heart was pounding in my head, my breath catching in my throat as I felt the start of an orgasm gathering deep inside me, building with each thrust of his warm and hard cock against my naked pussy. Norman's next thrust stopped again right at my vagina's opening, but this time he kept it there and did not pull back. Instead he started making small thrust with his hips as I kept my pelvis pushed forward, willing and wishing him to enter me. 

The small thrust at my very sensitive pussy opening pushed me over the edge and I felt an orgasm rolling over me, my nipples contracting, electrifying pulses running down my spine, my bum and stomach muscles taught, contracting and my vagina exploding with the sweet sexual sensation after exploding sensation of an almighty orgasm.

I slowly came back to reality, starting to hear noises around me again. Becoming aware of where I am, I opened my eyes fully, expecting everyone to stare at me. But, nobody was paying me any attention. Trevor and Mandy were still pants fucking and very much into it. Paula was still being held in the arms of Charles, her feet in the air, her legs wrapped a little around his waist. It was clear that in the position they were he was thrusting right against her opening. Perhaps she also wanted him inside her, as I just had Norman inside me.

But, Norman was not inside me, he did not slipped inside me. Instead, he continued slowly sliding his rock hard penis along my slit, over my very sensitive clit. Each time the head of his cock slid over my clit it felt like a small thorn arousingly pricking me, keeping me on a sexual high, wanting him to continue, wanting to feel his warm hard penis sliding along me wet and swollen pussy. Inside me.

Looking at Trevor I saw that he was totally focussed on Mandy, his face serene, a far-away look in his eyes. I did not see him releasing that beautiful cock of his, nor could I see if it was out of his pants as Mandy's dress was hiding everything in its soft folds. But looking at his face and the far-away look in his eyes, I somehow knew that he was inside her pussy. From his slow pelvic thrusts it was clear that he was trying to push as much as possible of beautiful cock inside Mandy's cunt.

Strangely it did not bother me knowing that Trevor and Mandy were having sex. How intimate was impossible to tell. I felt a warm sincere feeling in my heart looking at Trevor and Mandy and suddenly, thinking of Mandy's earlier words, I somehow knew it was a special moment for her having my husband's beautiful big cock inside her. It was as if I was giving Mandy a very special gift. I also knew that she knew. How women know these things I do not know, we just know, perhaps its female intuition.

Paula was still serenely dangling from the grip of Charles, her head on his shoulder, her legs wrapped more around his hips than earlier. Looking at the thrusts from Charles into Paula I just got the impression that he has somehow entered her. Shifting my gaze to Paula's face my impression that Charles was inside her was confirmed. They also were having full sex right there on the dance floor. She has tucked her dress inside her leg, against Charles, thereby hiding their actions behind the dress.

Looking further out onto the dance floor I realised that the music has changed to something slower and more romantic. I saw most couples dancing slowly to the rhythm of the music, most dancing very close and intimately with each other. A general mood of intimacy has settled over most.

After that earth shattering orgasm my knees felt a little wobbly and I asked Norman to take us back to our table for a well deserved drink.

Sitting at the table I looked at Trevor and all my friends still dancing. I watched their sensuous and sexual moves, their obvious arousal. Some less aroused and others even less as if dancing with a stranger.

It was interesting to sit and watch how the men tried to push their cocks against the crotches of the women, rubbing themselves against their partners (and some like Trevor and Charles inside the pussies of their partners). The women responding, pushing their pelvises forward, allowing the men to rub against their crotches and vaginas. Enjoying the moment.

Not long afterwards Trevor and Mandy returned to the table. Mandy's face was flushed and she was a little short of breath, her hand at her throat. Sitting down she just said , "Oh my". Then smiled at me with a smile that said a thousand words. I did not need to ask her anything. I just knew that Trevor had sex with her and that she thoroughly enjoyed it, and was sharing it with me quietly. I smiled at her and told her that I was glad for her.

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IN RETROSPEC My mind was spinning with so many thoughts, impressions and new realisations. I always thought myself a prude, but that night at the party I enjoyed the exquisite arousal and sensation of other men pushing their hard penises against my pussy. I even pushed back, I met their thrusts with thrusts of my own, I have pushed my pelvis forward wanting them to thrust against my pussy, wanted them to make contact with my swollen pussy lips with each thrust. I have even lifted my dress and allowed Norman direct contact with my pussy, thrusting into me until I reached an orgasm. But he never really entered my vagina, he never was inside me. Inside my slit yes, but not inside my vagina.

It was my very first orgasm at the cock of another man, rubbing himself against my pussy. That was another thought to ponder and roll around in my mind. There was no feeling of guilt or shame, rather a feeling of exquisite and very enjoyable arousal. Yes, I did enjoy the feeling, the arousal, building of the sexual tension all evening, the thrusts against my vagina, the innocent dry humping, the sexual stimulation.

Looking at Trevor that evening I realised how much I love him, how much I wanted him to be part of my life, and I wanted to be part of his forever. I also realised that our sexual escapades during the evening was not a threat to me, or him, or our marriage. He has encouraged me, as much as I have encouraged him to enjoy the evening and sexual experiences.

Make no mistake, Trevor, and the men, enjoyed it and not a moment was passed by to push their hard cocks against our crotches; or to twirl us to grab a quick glimpse of a leg, panty or crotch; or if we opened our legs during the twirl, even a glimpse of a pussy or swollen slits.

It was a very sexy and daring game we played that evening, pants fucking and dry humping each other, even having sex. But we kept to the rules and still respected each other, regardless of our state of arousal. In that I think was the success of the sexiness, naughtiness and delight of the evening - to entice, to dare, to arouse, to see how far the boundaries could be pushed. Nobody was pressurised and each has set their own boundaries, allowing contact to a certain point where you still felt comfortable with what was happening. 

The fact that we ladies took control, became so daring to remove our panties, and then allowed the men to dry hump us initially was partly the reason why the evening was such a success. Some of us allowed even more, and took the humping a step further and allowed direct sexual contact. Afterwards nobody pointed a finger, or blamed, or insinuated blame or cause.

We ladies blatantly flashed the men, exposing our legs and panties. Later in the evening we wickedly exposed our crotches to them and pants fucked all of five of them. They blatantly reciprocated by pushing their hard cocks against our wet crotches., We rubbed our pussies along their cocks. The feeling of being in control, deciding and dominating the outcome of each contact, what I wanted to allow and what not, made me feel more aware of my own sensuality and sexuality, a new freedom and realisation that I, as a woman, was in control. I felt, and still feel, so very sexy in that knowledge. Best was that I carried Trevor's support and blessing as he carried mine.




The Party



What follows is a collaborative effort between myself and my wonderful pet, dhyanna. We co-wrote the rough draft, she wrote the first draft, and I edited it into this final draft. 

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The Party

I yawn and stretch and smile before I open my eyes feeling the softness of my Masters pillow under my body, snuggling in for another second before I rub the sleep from my eyes and look around. I walk to my corner of His study and brush my hair and teeth, wash my face and put on the touch of makeup that Master likes, then I settle back on my pillow and wait. 

Before long, I hear his footsteps coming closer to the door and my heart races knowing he will be there soon, I hear him give his breakfast request to the housekeeper then I look down quickly and place my hands behind my back. Master sweeps into the room, his paper and coffee in his hands, he sits in his chair and strokes my hair as he catches up on the overnight news. Master is not much of a talker in the morning, preferring to prepare his mind for the day ahead and I am very comfortable with his silence. 

His breakfast arrives and he eats in silence still reading, his hand never far from my head. When he is finished he places the tray on the low table near me, folds his paper, finishes his coffee, kisses me on the forehead and sweeps out the door of the study, closing it firmly. I start to eat what he has left on the tray, as he allows, knowing the housekeeper will be in in seven minutes to collect the tray. 

After I eat, I pace the study and look out the window at the view of the rugged countryside, so much like the man that lives here, wild, untamed, harsh when needed yet breathtaking to behold. My hand lovingly strokes my collar then idly trails down the leash that attaches me to his chair. It is my comfort during his absence. I smile and look around the study and find my book, I settle onto my pillow and start to read.

Around mid day I hear the phone ring and the housekeeper talking, obviously to Master as she gets the instructions for my lunch and other things. When she hangs up I hear her bustle off to the kitchen and I clear my book off of my table and wait. When she arrives with my lunch I rise to help her, taking the tray to my table for her.

"Thank you, Sheila" I say as she turns to go.

"You are welcome.", she smiles at me then stops. "Ah yes, your Master said for you to choose a dress for this evening, it is a special night and he wishes you to be dressed and ready by 7pm. I will have your bath brought in by 5." 

I giggle like a school girl at the rare chance to go out with Master. I don't often leave the study and never without Master holding my leash. I am excited to be able to please him. Even though it is barely 3 in the afternoon I go to my wardrobe there in the study and open it, the dresses are all beautiful, hand picked by Master and tailored to fit me perfectly. My eye goes to one of the newest, long and black, a slit up the side, the softest silk material and the spaghetti straps are covered in small silver sequins as is the plunging neckline giving the effect of hundreds of small diamonds. I pull it from the wardrobe and select black patent leather pumps to match. Nodding my head in approval, I go back and kneel on my pillow and read to pass the time.

At 5 pm sharp, Sheila enters followed by her sons and husband bringing in my tub and hot water, they place the tub over the drain in the floor then fill it. I add my own cold water to get temperature down a little, add some bubbles and slide into the hot water. I soak until the water starts to cool down then quickly wash my hair and body then stand and shave my body clean, the way Master insists I keep it. I shiver in the cool air and grab my warm towel as I step out. As if on cue, Sheila arrives and lets the water flow down the drain, then waits as I dry off, hands me a robe and calls her men in to remove the tub as I dry my hair.

I fix my hair in a simple but elegant side-sweep that keeps it out of the way but still will allow Master to grab it if he desires. My makeup is simple and tasteful and as I slip the dress over my naked body I feel my nipples harden at the touch of the silk. I moan softly at the electric sensation it sends to my clit and realize that I am already very wet. I adjust the dress, slide on the heels and am kneeling in my place when I hear Master arrive. I shiver in anticipation as I hear him dash up the stairs and I hear the water running for his shower. 

Fifteen minutes later Master comes into the room and stops at the doorway, I hear his intake of breath and I know I have chosen well. I keep my head down as Master circles me, appraising me from every angle, then I feel him walk to the closet where he keeps His toys, he opens it and I can smell the scent of the sandalwood fill the room. I hear him select items, close the door and return to me. He takes my chin in his hand and lifts my eyes to his. I draw in my breath sharply as I focus on him. Black suit with the subtlest of pinstripes, blood red shirt with a black tie, his hair slicked back and still damp from the shower. I smile shyly and blush at the realization that I am now leaking juices at a steady rate.

He walks to me and leans down to lift the hem of my dress then removes from his pocket a wicked device that looks like a combination of clamps and a garter belt. He taps my legs one at a time to signal me to spread them, and he slides the harness on me and up over my hips. He smiles and attaches clamps to my pussy lips that bite a bit and pull my lips up and apart, exposing me. A moan escapes my lips and he smiles and reaches into his pocket, he shows me the other items, a straight razor and a jewelry box. He drops the razor back into his pocket and steps behind me, I hear the box open and he hold a beautiful ruby and silver choker in front of me. As I study it i see the small loops built in for a lead to be attached. Master places the choker on my throat and clasps it firmly then attaches a thin silver leash to it. He leads me around the room a few times to let me get used to the feel of the labial belt then he stops and kisses me deeply before leading me out to his car and helping me into the front seat. 

"I suppose you want to know our destination pet," he smiles and says quietly as he started the car, pulling away from the driveway.

"Yes please Master," my voice eager like a child's, then I stop "If it is your desire to tell me," I finish.

His chuckle fills the car and he brushes my face gently. "I am taking you a party, a very private, very special party. There will be others there and there will be many sights to see and sensations to feel. However, because our evening's entertainment has had an emergency, I have offered you as the night's entertainment... you are to be stripped and whipped, by me of course, but for all to see, and if the mood is right, I might even fuck you while they all watch." he glances at me as he says this and seeing the look of pure lust in my eyes he smiles and turns into a long, private drive.

The house is beautiful and lit up for a party, valets take the car and never even blink at the lead connecting my neck to his hand. There are many other people there, Doms and Dommes, submissives, I knew none of them. He leads me in on the silver leash with obvious pride and introduces me to his friends. Dinner is called and we all file into the dining room, I take my place at Masters feet and wait, when all are seated, Master announces that I shall be serving dinner and wine, so I rise and start to serve the guests. 

As the Owners eat I kneel by Master like all the other subs in attendance and wait patiently. Master occasionally reaches down to feed me fruit and small bites of bread. After the meal the hostess escorts us all to the play room, a large, warm room with comfortable chairs and couches, several pillows for kneeling, tables with eye bolts, a nice tall St Andrews cross and other toys and furniture. Master leads me to the middle of the room and raises my dress showing off the labial belt, as well as my very wet pussy and in a maddeningly clinical manner, touches me to show how the belt works as he tells the gathering of the many uses for it. The guests murmur in delight and my frustrated moans are covered to all but my Master. 

Then I am lead to a spot between two pillars and my wrists are restrained high enough that I am almost raised on my toes. My legs are spread and restrained and I feel Master lean into me as the blade of his razor cuts my dress away. It falls to the floor in a silken heap and I am left naked and fully exposed to the guests. Master addresses the crowd, "Tonight we will play a new game with my pet. I would like for each of you to bring me a toy to use on her and lets see how creative we can be."

Master's words bring butterflies to my stomach but the pride in is voice is evident and I am determined to take whatever is given to me. I hear the guests shuffling in play bags and boxes and the squeals and giggles of the other subs as items are brought to Master and placed on a table near him.

"Very nice selection," he says at length. "This will prove a tough night for my girl and an evening of good entertainment for you, my friends. Lets begin."

I hear a strange snapping noise and it is not until the mousetrap clamps onto my nipple that I can register what it is, I yelp in pain as another is placed on the other nipple then six more and clamped to the sides and tender underside of my breasts. I wiggle but find that causes them to hurt more so I train my focus on staying still. Tears drip and it takes me a second to register that he has stopped placing more of them.

I hear the hiss of the violet wand just before the pain registers and I jump to evade it making the traps bounce. I yelp again and fresh tears fall and you touch me over and over with the wand making me jump more and more. My yelps become moans and I hear you go back to the table. I hear the swish of a cane and my body shakes uncontrollably. I feel his breath on my ear "Whats wrong pet? Already had too much?" "No Master," I stammer. 

I feel something slide over my clit and I look down to realize he is fucking me with the handle of a cane, the handle stylize to resemble a wolf's head in silver. Despite the burning of my nipples I moan and my hips thrust. "Such a kitty slut" he whispers in my ear. I moan in need and he slides the cane handle into me and leaves it there. My body is a mass of sensations and I murmur unintelligible words as I feel the first strike of the whip across my back. I toss my head back and shudder as my mind starts to drift to the place where pleasure is pain and pain is pleasure. From far away I hear his voice command me to cum and I do, over and over, each orgasmic wave higher than the last. No feeling but the thought of pleasing him and my own orgasmic spasms crashing over me.

I feel his hands stroking me and removing the traps and the rush of blood sends me back over the edge of orgasm and I cum hard as he soothes me. The Host and Hostess approach Master and I see him smile and nod as the three of them confer about would make a grand finale. I feel him step to the back of me then I feel his nails raking down my back as he unzips his fly and thrusts his hard cock into my soaking wet pussy and starts to thrust hard and fast. My moaning was non-stop as his nails rake my back and finally his hand jerks my hair hard and I feel him cum deep in me and the watching crowd begins to applaud softly.

I feel myself released into the arms of my Master. He holds me gently and takes me to the playroom rest area, cleans me and gives me a drink of water and holds me as I come down from my pleasure zone. In appreciation of my performance the Dominants in attendance come in and talk quietly to Master and hand me a single rose petal as he takes care of me then they slip out to go play their own games. When I can walk again, I follow Master to the main room and I take each toy back to its owner, kiss their hand and thank them. When the toys are returned I crawl to Master, kiss his feet and wait quietly. He says his goodbyes, hands me a robe and helps me to the car. 

We drive home in silence, his hand holding mine gently. Back at the house, he takes me to my pillow, reattaches my soft collar and puts the ruby one back in the toy closet, brings me some water and a fruit tray, kisses me passionately then turns off the light and gently closes the door so I can sleep. 



The Party



Introduction:

I deliberately left the ages vague, but it should be very clear that no minors appear in this story. 

If you are looking for slap, spank, slam, bam action try another story. Nothing to see here; move on. The eroticism is of a more subtle sort in this story and the actual action takes place off the stage, sort of out of sight. Please let me know if you like it or hate it and especially, why. Good or bad, don't forget to vote! 

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I had suddenly become an unattached male, which is a quick and delicate way of hiding a lot of pain and anguish that has nothing to do with the here and now except that during an evening of trying to medicate away some of that pain in a local pub, I'd met three buddies, Phil, Ron, and Todd. After an evening of carousing and flirting outrageously with the ladies there, without notable success (OK, I admit I wasn't trying too hard), they had invited me to a party at their place the next evening. After that I'd somehow become included in their group, getting invited to all kinds of things, from watching games while guzzling beer to white water canoeing and hiking and cycling. And parties. Ah the parties! I'd healed up quickly and well with the help of those parties, or rather some of the women from those parties.

The guys were well connected and in addition to the ones they/we threw, they got invitations to lots of different parties around town. I had a fair amount of luck with the women at these parties and didn't go home alone often though no long term relationships resulted. The guys liked to brag about their conquests and give blow by blow, suck by fuck accounts of their exploits with the women while I tended to be more private about such matters. When they'd ask, I'd just say I had a good time and generally wouldn't elaborate. They might have thought I wasn't closing the deal very often because they would often point out women at various parties and tell me how easy to bed they were. But I always made my own choices. Some led to fun in bed and others didn't but I had a good time right up to the night of The Party nearly two years after we'd met in that bar. 

Ron had gotten an invitation to a big wingding at a law professor's house. Graduation was coming and all the students as well as many of the attorneys and other professionals in town were coming. It was a golden opportunity for the established attorneys to look the up and comers over. There were going to be about a hundred people there and lots of single women were supposed to be coming. It sounded like our kind of party, and then some.

After I was introduced to the host and hostess, we made our way around the house, checking out the scene in the various rooms. Ron had been right; there were plenty of women there, many unattached.

Now I have a weakness for beautiful redheads, but then, who doesn't? Some people will try to tell you that there are only two kinds of redheads, beautiful and butt ugly, but as a true admirer of redheads who has spent many a pleasant hour observing them, I can say with some authority that just as with other hair colors, they run the gamut from stunning to scary. Those who think otherwise just don't have the redhead fascination gene. I don't know why, but I have redhead radar. I can even pretty well tell the real ones from the fakes unless they've gone really heavy on the makeup. There are lots of little clues if you know what to look for. Redheads aren't lost on the advertising industry, either. Have you noticed how many redheads appear in commercials compared to their actual distribution in the general population?

So, anyway, I noticed that there was a truly beautiful redhead sitting in an out of the way spot and I just could not understand why she was being practically ignored. She was a wet dream wrapped up in wavy red hair and faint but discernable freckles, with the quintessential little black dress showing lots of thigh and cleavage that made me want to just crawl down in between those mounds and kiss each faint little freckle, and strappy black high heels showing pretty feet. She was not wearing a ring. Once in a while someone would go by and say a few words of greeting but they never stayed to talk for more than a few moments.

Well, I wasn't going to waste the opportunity; I'd make a move while the coast was clear. I'd normally expect that she'd be swamped with eager men, but why give them a fair shot if I could beat them to it? Besides, I fancied that she had caught my eye a couple of times and was showing interest.

As I started across the room, Phil called me to wait a moment. I waved him away saying," in a minute, buddy", and continued towards her.

I approached her close enough to be overheard over the din of music and voices and said, "I just can't understand why you are sitting here all alone. Does some big hulk who is elsewhere already have a claim? 

She chuckled and said, "I guess your pals didn't warn you?"

"Huh?" was my stunningly brilliant rejoinder.

"Yeah, I'm sure they didn't, then; but they are trying to now." She gestured towards where I'd left Phil standing.

I turned and saw Phil and Todd beckoning me to them. I waved them away and turned back to her. "Warn me about what? I'm Jerry, by the way."

"Debra." She held out her hand and I took it. It was warm. Then she gave me wicked grin. "I spank all of my dates."

"Really!?"

"Yes, really. Better go let your pals tell you all about it." And she waved me towards them.

"Why? Don't you want to tell me?" I motioned to a nearby chair.

"OK. You asked." She gestured for me to move the chair over.

As I did I noticed that many of the people in the room were suddenly watching. I swung the chair around and sat, mostly facing her but able to see part of the room. They were still watching.

"Oh, they're watching to see what you do when I tell you about spanking men. They know I'm always up front about it. Most guys find some excuse to be elsewhere as soon as I tell them. They (she waved again to indicate the people in the room) get to chuckle as the embarrassed man runs away with his tail tucked between his legs. You'll also hear a rumor that I sometimes dress men up in lingerie and use a strap-on on them. I don't know where that one came from; I certainly didn't start it but I will neither confirm nor deny it.

"So they are scared of you. You must go home alone a lot, then."

"Well, yes and no. I generally do leave the parties alone, but I usually get calls later and often have my choice of several guys to spank and occasionally get to spank more than one in an evening. So it works out."

"So you mean they're afraid to approach you here in front of their friends and acquaintances but will call later, knowing that if you accept a date they will get spanked?"

"Yeah. That pretty well sums it up. I've spanked about a quarter or so of the men that are here at this party. Some are even married. My phone number is very easy to remember. It is I SPANK YOU, with the 'you' being the letter U."

"Clever. And now I have it in case I want to call you later, huh?" I noted that some of the others in the room were beginning to find us less interesting and turning back to other business. "I guess I'm not as interesting to them now since I didn't get up and run away. No laugh at my expense." I gestured at the room in general. 

"Whoops! I guess you do have my number." She grinned and repeated my gesture at the room. "Yeah, they'll be checking us out from time to time but basically one of two things usually happens and they all know it. Either the guy gets away fast or he sits and asks questions. If the latter it usually means he is curious but usually doesn't have a personal spanking fantasy or interest. The interested ones don't want to risk their friends knowing it. Most of the ones who stay and ask questions are psychologists or journalists or something similar; people who are used to interviewing people without feeling threatened by the answers they get. So what do you do?"

"Investigator."

"See?"

"So which of the guys have you spanked?"

"Oh, I'd never tell anyone that. If I did they would quit calling." Another gesture at the room. "They don't want anyone to know that they'd actually let a woman turn them bottom up and spank them, you know. It would cause my source to dry up if I blabbed it about."

"But you've spanked a quarter of the ones here tonight?"

"More or less, yes, and one of the women, too. And everyone wonders if I've really spanked someone they know, they just aren't sure, though they would like to know. It would make for such great gossip, you know."

"A woman, too? Are you bi? That is, if you don't mind my asking."

"I don't mind. Ask away. It was just a spanking out of curiosity, though. But maybe I might be. She did have an orgasm bumping against my knee while I spanked her and it excited me, but we didn't do anything else. I certainly thought about it while I masturbated later. I suspect that she started getting her boyfriend to spank her afterwards, though, so it never went anywhere. The irony is that her boyfriend is also one of the ones I've spanked. I have no idea whether they both know about it."

"Wow, you are pretty blunt about this stuff."

"Why not? It saves me from having to waste time on dates only to find that the guy will not let me spank him. This way, at least I know he is interested in trying it. I like to spank."

"You could make a lot of money as a domme."

"Nah, I do it for fun. I don't want or need the money."

"Oh... so with the guys... You spank them, then what?"

"Oh, if you are asking about sex, I generally don't have sex on the first date. Most of the ones here that I've spanked have been one time only, though one of those has been giving little indications all evening that he may call later for a rematch. There is also one I haven't spanked who appears to be showing interest. I won't tell you which ones, but if you are observant you might be able to figure it out for yourself. It could be a productive and interesting night. There are three of them here tonight that I've spanked more than once and I've slept with one of those a couple of times, just a casual thing. He has an on and off girlfriend. Many of them try it once and never call back. Some even quit part way through. I always give them a safeword."

"So you just spank them and send them home?"

"Sometimes it works out that way. With most, we talk afterwards. Some get dressed right after the spanking and others just stay naked and cuddle while we talk. It often depends on what their particular spanking fantasy is and whether they are able to deal with the fact that they enjoy it. Some of them have particular scenarios that they find exciting. I like them all so if they aren't too shy to tell me, I try to meet the fantasy. It's fun."

"Some stay naked? You strip them gradually during the spanking, like pants down, then off, then the rest of the clothing off?"

"Oh, no. I require them to strip completely at the beginning before they go over my lap and I spank them naked the very first time. I remain fully dressed, at least for the first round, if there is more than one. You'd be surprised at how many men like being naked and giving up control to a fully dressed woman. Very, very few have quit when I ordered them to strip. Most of them don't go home un-satisfied if they stay for additional rounds, too, because I strip to my underwear and lube them up between my thighs halfway through the second spanking, or occasionally on the third spanking. Most get off very well that way. Those are the ones that generally will come back for more, later, if I let them. Not everyone gets to come back, but most do if they wish to."

"So let me get this straight. They don't want it known by friends and acquaintances that they want to go out with you and get spanked but they'll call you later, secretly, and arrange a date?"

"Yep. I'm not unselective though. I do turn some down."

"OK, Yeah. And of the ones you accept dates with, you strip them naked while you remain fully dressed and spank them?"

"Yes."

"Bare hand, whips, or paddles, canes, other things?"

"Any or all of the above, depending on the person and their fantasies or wishes. As I mentioned, some are too shy to say. Those don't usually get far, though there have been exceptions."

"And if they stay for additional rounds of spankings you strip to underwear, spank, lube them up and spank them until they cum between your thighs?"

"Sometimes. More often than not, actually. But not always. I always tell the married ones to go home and be real good to their wives."

"But you don't consider that as having sex with them?"

"Well, they might consider it sex, probably do, but I don't let them fuck me. Define that however you wish."

"I can see why you have a reputation for being frank. So, some lucky ones might actually get to have sex with you later?"

"Some of the ones who are really into spanking, yes. Not as many as you might think, though. I'm very selective as to who gets in my bed."

"Do any of them ever spank you?"

"Oh!" I could see that I'd hit a nerve. There was a long pause and I was about to change the subject when she said, "Two very special ones used to spank me. Special people, special circumstances. Let's drop this subject, though, please."

I could see there were some painful memories so I did as she wished and took a whole new tack. "So would you be willing to spank me?" She got a startled look. "You look surprised!" I said.

"I had you pegged as one of the academically curious ones, with no real interest in actually trying it."

"A totally incorrect assumption; and you ducked the question. Should I withdraw it to save us embarrassment?"

"Oh, no! I was actually hoping that you might have enough interest to call later and give it a try. Remember how I cleverly gave you my phone number? She laughed. "I just thought that when you sat to talk here and now that you were just one of the curious but not really interested ones." She leaned forwards in the chair.

I leaned towards her. "OK, then, that's settled. Shall we go?"

"Go? Go where? ... What?"

"Leave here, right now, go somewhere where you can make me take off all my clothes and spank me. I'd love to cum between your thighs but I'd rather wait until the third or fourth round if you don't mind. I already know I like to spank and to be spanked. You can also put me in panties or whatever and use a strap-on on me, too, if you'd like. That would be a new one on me... Or should I say in me?" I grinned and blushed deeply judging by the heat in my face.

"I have not confirmed the strap-on!"

"You didn't deny it either. In fact you actually stated that you wouldn't confirm or deny it; to an investigator that is pretty revealing. So, shall we go now, or would you rather hang around here awhile and collect more possibilities. I can call later."

"You'd actually walk out of here with me, knowing that everyone here will know I'm taking you somewhere to spank you? Aren't you worried about what they'll think?"

"Sure I would! Nah, I already know I'm a spanko, so why not? Why should I worry about what they think about something that is absolutely none of their business? I don't really know most of them anyway."

"But what about your friends, the guys you came with? They are sitting there really watching us, wondering what the hell is going on. They are sure going to be shocked. What are you going to tell them later?"

"Eh, Nothing. They really don't ask anymore because I always tell them the same thing when I date a woman -- 'I don't kiss and tell.' But you're right; they'll probably ask or try to tease me this time, given the circumstances. They still won't get a straight answer, though. It isn't their business. So...Your place or mine, or would you prefer that I get a motel room?"

"OK. It's your funeral. We'll go to my place, because I have all my spanky toys there." She looked me in the eye and added, "And that unconfirmed strap-on and panties and other lingerie in several sizes and colors."

"Right! So let's go!" I helped her up and took her by the arm and the hubbub of voices suddenly fell silent, leaving just the music. We smiled all around and said our goodbyes and thanks to the host and hostess. 

"I'll catch you guys later." I waved to Phil and Todd as I led her to the door and out into the night.

Epilogue:

When the guys asked me later if I knew she was a spanker when we left the party I raised an eyebrow and put on my most incredulous look and said, "What? She spanks? You're kidding! Who does she spank? I don't believe it." And I wouldn't budge from that line or rise to the bait when they tried to tease me about it, so they finally left it alone. I also managed to keep hidden the fact that I was sitting very carefully for a couple of days. Ron admitted privately that he'd been spanked by her once but I didn't tell him anything either.

Oh, and Debra and I actually spent that whole weekend together. Her phone did ring a few times and a couple of messages were left but she didn't answer them. I got to spank her, too, that Sunday morning. I guess the third time is a charm because we moved in together a few weeks later and got married a couple of years after that. 

That was over ten years ago.

Some of our friends who knew her before we met still wonder about us. I'm sure Phil, Ron, and Todd, who are all married now, by the way, still sometimes wonder. A very few know for certain.

Gotta go! I can hear her getting out all the toys. Two of the couples who do know for certain are coming over for the weekend and we're going to have a little party. Jill and Jim, the woman and man she mentioned having spanked separately are one of the couples. The other couple, Bill and Linda, we all met later. We usually play cards; you bet your ass! Oh, and Deb did discover that she and the other two women as well, are bi. The guys certainly don't mind, though. It's really hot to watch them spank and finger each other to orgasm! Linda and Bill stayed overnight one time and Deb and Linda did a whole lot more than that while Bill and I got an eyeful! Nobody got much sleep that night. Jill was jealous when she heard so I'm sure more is coming.

There has been some teasing talk among the women about them spanking and then requiring us guys to suck each other and otherwise play together. We are all very nervous about it but have discussed it privately amongst ourselves and decided that we'll go through with it if they decide to press it, at least once, anyway. Deb knows about our decision from our pillow talk, and I'll bet the other wives do, too, if not from their husbands then from Deb. 

Bill and Jim said their wives have been really smoking hot in bed lately and they think they are secretly planning what they are going to do to us. Deb has been extra randy too, and dropping hints every time we make love so I'm pretty sure they have something uncomfortable but sexy hot planned. All three of us men have found ourselves suddenly cut off from sex and forbidden to masturbate as of last Monday, but the women have been teasing us unmercifully all week so everyone is really super horny.

This is our Halloween party and the women picked all the costumes. I know from talking with the other guys that we've all been given fairly similar costumes, but we don't have any idea what the women are wearing. I do know that a very sexy new leather strap-on harness arrived this week, though. We have also been informed by the women that we won't be playing cards but there will be other games instead. Seems like we are in for more than just our usual vanilla cards and spankings.

Deb has informed me that I'd better hope for both skill and luck tonight because it is her goal to make me be the very first one on my knees with a dick in my mouth. I'm so nervous! She usually gets what she wants!




The Party



Oh, Damn! Thinking about all this is making me hard! And I still have to get these damn garter tabs hooked up and the panties on and finish getting dressed and someone is already at the door! See you later!



The Party



My wife Kim and I were excited when we received the invitation to attend the local Country Clubs annual "Toga Party". This meant we were being considered for membership to the club, since only members and prospective members were authorized to attend their functions. I guess all the political games at the office must have worked, several of my accounting firms managers were members, one of them must have submitted us for membership.

Finally the day of the event arrived. Kim had gone out and bought two new Egyptian cotton sheets to use for our togas, and had spent days measuring and sewing them so we would look great. For her that would be no problem, Kim would look great in a burlap sack! She stands 5' 10" with legs that seem to go on forever. Kim weighs in at a toned 110 Lbs, with a killer 38-25-36 (all natural) figure. Topping off the picture, she has waist length blonde hair, and an all over bronze tan (Kim soaks up the sun nude on our secluded balcony.) I am 6' 1" tall, weighing 210 Lbs, and stay in descent shape by playing a weekly basketball game with my old high school buddies. So, I think we looked great in our togas. 

Invitation in hand we arrived at the party, since we were going to the club for the party, we felt we should dress appropriately for the location, so I had a pair of "Tighty Whities" under my toga, while Kim had a strapless white sports bra, and a white bikini bottom on under hers. We were greeted at the clubs front door by a staff member, who checked our invitations and then opened the front door allowing us entry to the club.

Once inside the clubs entryway, we were met by my boss, Dave Hanson and his wife Shelly. They were dressed very similar to us, except they had obviously chosen to go "Commando" under their togas, Dave's bare ass cheeks were peaking out the bottom of his toga, while Shelly's black bush could clearly be seen through hers. 

Dave said: "Welcome Kim and Steve, as your sponsors it is our duty to welcome you, and to see that your are properly attired for this evenings events. Just to let you know, you have been accepted for membership in the club, and tonight will your initiation." He continued: "By the way, your togas look fantastic, but something just doesn't seem quite right."

Shelly spoke up, saying: "Dave I know what it is, it's the under things." Then to us she added: "Our toga parties are authentic Roman styled events, the only acceptable attire is togas only. If you wish to participate you need to remove your under things, and drop them into the basket over there", pointing to a wicker basket next to the entry door.

Kim asked to use the locker room to remove her things, but Shelly told her: "As initiates, you are not yet entitled to use club facilities, so just peel them off here, and we'll get on with the ceremony. Kim has always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her, just grinned then bent over and dropped her bikini bottom off, then pulled the strap of her toga aside and pulled her bra off over her head. Giving everyone in the entry way a great view of her stunning tits. She was getting aroused by this activity, because her nipples were now fully erect. Following her lead, I dropped my shorts and tossed everything into the basket.

Next, Dave pulled out two little red rings (like the wrist bands you get at some night clubs that glow in the dark), and handed them to us saying: "Put theses around your necks, this is how you're identified as being under initiation. We did as we were told, then Shelly took my hand, While Dave took Kim's and they led us to another set of grand looking double doors. Dave opened the doors and announced to the crowd inside: "Kim and Steve Wallace for your pleasure!"

The sight I saw, while looking into the great hall of the club took me by quite surprise. Inside there must have been around 100 couples, all in various stage of dress. Some were fully clothed in their togas, some women had their togas of their shoulders exposing their bare breasts, and some people were completely naked.

I looked over to Kim; she was looking at me with a wide-eyed look of surprise on her face. The next thing I know, Shelly has a hold of me by my cock, and Dave has a hold of one of Kim's ass checks, and they're leading us into the center of the room. There is a small stage there; seated on the stage are Tom Harris, the president of my company, and his wife Susan. They are seated on throne like chairs, totally naked. Kneeling between their Tom's legs is a gorgeous young redhead, total naked except for the red ring around her neck and she is busily sucking Tom's dick. While a naked man, except for the same red ring is busy lapping at Susan pussy!

I stopped in my tracks, and demanded an explanation from Dave\, who said: "It's all part of the initiation, there are no initiation fees to the club, only monthly dues after you are a member. But, to pass the initiation, both husband and wife have to perform for the current members. Now, you don't have to participate if you don't wish to, but this will be your only opportunity to become members, there will be no further offers. You two have one minute to decide if you wish to join us, or not. "

Dave stepped back to let Kim and I talk. I said: "Kim, let's just head home, we don't need to go through with this shit, it's just a club, there are others in town."

"But I really want to belong here, and it's not like we haven't swung before, one blow-job and one cunt eating is all it will take to get us in. Lets do it, please Steve?"

"OK Dave, I guess we're in. Kim really wants this membership so we'll play along." I said.

"Great, because you two are up, Kim, Steve drop your togas, get on your knees and present yourselves to our "Emperor and Empress!" We did as we were told. I crawled up to Susan and buried my face between her 50-year-old legs. Her pussy was freshly shaved, and smelled like strawberry. I stopped once to come up for air, and glanced to my right to see Kim gobbling up Tom's dick like there was no tomorrow, she always was a great cocksucker. I went back to licking Susan's pussy when suddenly I was surprised by the feeling of a pair of lips wrapped around my cock! I looked down between my legs and saw that Shelly had crawled under me and had attacked my dick. Suddenly I thought of Kim, so I looked over, and sure enough Dave was busy pounding her from behind. Kim and I had swung a few times before, but I had never seen her take on two men at a time, it actually turned me on tremendously to see her sucking and fucking right next to me.

It didn't take long, between the sight of Kim, and the efforts of Shelly on my cock, for me to blow my load into Shelly's hungry mouth. After she swallowed my cum, she got up, pulled me up by the hair and said: "Easy stud, leave some for the others, now come with me." As she led me away from the stage, I could see that Kim had finished Tom off, and he had shot all over her face and Dave must have cum also, he was clinging to Kim's hips and shaking as her filled her with his cum.

Thinking that our "Performance" was done, we were led over to two couches. I was laid on my back with my head hanging over the end of my couch, while Kim was placed on her hands and knees on hers. When I looked up, I saw a line of women forming up in front of me, as well as a line of men forming in front of and another behind Kim.

Soon I was eating every pussy in the room; there were young sweet pussies, as well as old wrinkled pussies. They must have ranged from 19 to 65 years old. While I was eating, Kim was busy fucking and sucking everyone in the room. At one point, I even noticed a couple of the clubs wait staff joining in and fucking Kim. 

After eating around 20 pussies, I looked at Kim and she was in heaven. Tom was lying on the couch on his back, humping Kim's cunt, while some black man I didn't know was busy fucking her hungry mouth, Tom was pumping Kim's ass, and she was jacking off two other strangers. I was so turned on, and actually proud watching her go at it!

By the time the night was done, my face and tongue were raw from all the crotches that sat on my face. Kim was exhausted. Her hair was matted with cum, she had cum dribbling out of her well used and abused pussy and ass, and she never looked more beautiful to me than she did at that moment!

Once everyone started leaving, Dave and Shelly came to us and said: "Welcome to the Club! Now that initiation is over, you may feel free to use the locker room to clean up, if you wish. Oh, one more thing. We initiated new members monthly, you should be well rested by then, good-night!"

Both Kim and I cannot wait till next month!



The Party



Chapter 01

The Ghoul

Pulling up in front of the castle I am nervous. Master said that tonight my limits wound be pushed, but, told me little more. This is a Halloween party and all attending will fill the role of their costume. I am dressed as a pleasure slave and am meant to fill that role. The house where the party is being held, is set in the middle of a huge estate miles from the nearest neighbor. 

It looms above us, looking more like an old world castle then a modern home. The cobblestone drive is flanked by sweeping manicured lawns. Massive stone steps lead up to gigantic mahogany doors. The door knockers themselves are as big as my head. Gargoyle statues loom from the rooftop keeping silent guard over the castle. We even had to pass through a gate that looked like a drawbridge to get through the stone wall that had to be 20 feet tall and surrounded the entire estate. The whole thing reminded me of one of those movies where humans were the main course for dinner. Shivering, I pull my cloak tighter against a chill that has nothing to do with the weather.

When the car stops the driver comes around and opens my door, his usually somber demeanor seems excited tonight. His 7 foot frame slightly more erect, his dark brown eyes glittering a rich warm amber in the soft light of the newly risen moon. His muscular frame almost twitching with excitement. "You will go the rest of the way alone tonight." his voice is nearly a growl. From somewhere deep down I am filled with such fear that I nearly run up the steps. 

When I reach the door it opens immediately, to reveal a small thin man with a hump on his back. His skin is sickly pale and his eyes seem flat and dead. He is dressed in formal servants attire that is a bit tattered around the cuffs and collar. His thinning white hair is swept back in what must have once been an impressive display. Waving me forward, he sneers saying, ''Enter whore do not keep them waiting.''

His eyes warming with lust rake over me from head to foot in a way that makes me long to soak in a hot bath. As I pass him his thick tongue passes over his cracked lips in a lewd display, so repulsive that he reminds me of a ghoul. Inside it is so cold that I catch my breath, as he ushers me into a dark corridor off the main hall and through a small door. I am momentarily blinded by bright lights as he leads me onto a stage. When my eyes adjust I realize that I am at the back of a grand ball room filled with people dressed in costumes that look all too real. 

A rich deep voice booms above the room," Now that our entertainment is here these are the rules.'' the little man quickly removes my wrap revealing that I am wearing 6inch heeled silver strappy sandals, a leather collar, ankle and wrist cuffs all with heavy silver rings set into them at intervals all the way around. They are locked with silver locks with my Masters mark engraved in them. My dress is a sheer slip of a dress in a shimmering coral split all the way up both sides held in place by a simple silver waist bracelet. The color going from a vibrant coral at the neck to gradually become more sheer as it reaches my hips, leaving nothing below to the imagination. My cinnamon brown skin has been oiled so that it glows beneath the shimmering fabric. 

The sudden burst of cold air causes my dark chocolate nipples to tense pulling the fabric tight. My locs are pulled back to flow over my shoulders in a chocolate and cherry wave. I can hear murmurs of approval fill the room as the voice continues, ''the whore must serve each of us. She is not to be killed, eaten, drained or permanently damaged. She will roam the castle and gardens, pleasing all that she encounters. But, as we only have her for 24 hours each encounter is limited to 30 minutes. You may work in groups to combine the time but she must be delivered to her Master by this time tomorrow. The last hour of her time, however, is of course mine so plan your time wisely my friends. She will be held here for 5 minutes then the games will begin. The consequences for any breech of the rules will be both swift and severe. One last note as long as the rules are followed the whore need not consent, her Master has already given that on her behalf. With that said let the games begin'' 

As I listen I am stunned, Master has never given me over to so many. Fear makes me look for a place to run as the room empties. But, a steely grip stops me. It's the leering ghoul man from the door. He grabs me by the hair forcing me to my knees. ''Suck bitch!'' he demands undoing his trousers and pulling out his stiff drippy cock. Bile fills my throat as a stench rises from his crotch. It smells of dirt, sweat, piss and blood. He slaps my face hard with his lumpy shaft, leaving a trail of sticky pre cum.  

When I open my mouth to protest he slams his rod down my throat, taking me brutally. Digging bony fingers in my hair he moans, ''that's it bitch suck my ghoul cock!'' It is then that I notice that all of his skin is not just pale but the bluish hue of dead flesh and cold to the touch. That part of his stench is decay, and that he is far stronger then he should be. Looking up at him my eyes must have reflected my shock and horror. ''That's right bitch we are not dressed as monsters WE ARE MONSTERS!'' horror seizes me as I realize where Master has sent me and whom I am to serve.

Bile rises in my throat at the thought of the undead flesh in my mouth. His hips thrusting as sagging balls slapped my chin. Thin thighs are revealed as his trousers fall down to his ankles. His entire body begins to tremble with pleasure as he feels me struggle not to vomit on him. "Oh, how I love your revulsion. You must want to bathe and brush your teeth right now. But, trust me before the night ends this will seem like child's play. You will be used in ways that will make your skin crawl." He is giddy in his arousal thrusting like a rutting animal. 

So, excited by my horror and revulsion, he becomes more aroused putrid pre cum oozing down my throat. Thrusting harder, raping my throat, he begins to shudder. Forcing his way all the way into my throat and moaning. Thick ropes of cum shoot down my throat and I suck them down out of reflex. Panting he reaches down and pulls up his trousers. Securing them, he pats my cheek as I turn away in shame. ''Good whore that was your easiest round of the night. But, we will make up for that before you leave pet.'' Then grabbing my hair with incredible strength, he drags me to the door and tosses me into the foyer.

Confused and shaken I know only that I need to flee. Jumping up I run for the front doors only to find them locked and bolted. Panicking I try to force the doors, only to bruise my shoulder. I then run for the nearest window as cold dread washes over me. Grabbing a heavy candle holder I tear back the drapes bathing the room in moonlight. It is then that I see something that stops me in my tracks. The bridge we crossed was indeed a drawbridge and it is now closed tight. Trapping me in the castle with all that are there. Though the car that brought me is still here, the doors are wide open and all that I see of the driver is his uniform in a heap on the ground. No escape! I slump against the windowsill, stunned a sense of dread chilling me to the bone.

©2011 MzElement



The Party



It was early August last year when I first saw the "invitation" in a magazine entitled, simply enough, Best Black Swingers. I had browsed through the magazine on many occasions and found its contents interesting, in the past, but had never been moved to correspond with any of the advertisers. I was just too lazy, I guess or, maybe, I just hadn't been in the right frame of mind before now. There were certainly a number of attractive people that I would have enjoyed playing with, advertising their availability. This particular ad, however, grabbed my attention from the outset, and I knew immediately that it was one I would like to answer, if my wife shared my interest. The ad read: "Six submissive white couples are invited to attend an all day party on Saturday, the 6th of September. It is your Hosts' intention that you will be the "entertainment" so you will be required to bring your most compliant spirit; you are not required to bring anything else. 

If you wish to attend, complete and return the following questionnaire. For you to be eligible to attend, it must be received no later than August l5th at the post office address provided inside. Attendance will be limited to the first six acceptable white couples answering this invitation. Don't hesitate to respond quickly if giving yourself over to the control of five Black dominant couples is an exciting prospect to you and your significant other. No singles need apply. Your limits will be respected; soft limits will be stretched but no individual participating will be asked to perform beyond what we agree to ahead of time. As an aside, each of you will be required to endure the removal of some body hair so, if this is a problem for you or your significant other, this may not be the party for you. We just don't like our submissives hirsute. By returning the enclosed form you consent to serving as required. Include your phone number and a convenient time for us to call you and for your final instructions.

My initial reaction was that there was no way they could come up with six submissive white couples, even in our fairly large city, before the 6th of September, but I had hope if they had optimism. I wondered what would happen if only a few couples signed up. Time would tell the answers to so many questions.

I took the form home and discussed my desire to attend the "party" with my wife, Annie. We had played Dominant/submissive games together and with a few other white couples over the years and had fantasized about including some persons of color in our repertoire if the opportunity made itself available but we had never acted on that desire. She seemed a bit apprehensive but also was as excited by the prospects promised by the ad as I had been; mostly she had concerns about our safety. We didn't, after all, know these folks and it sounded very risky. In the end, after much discussion, Annie encouraged me to respond in the affirmative, despite our apprehension. 

The form was direct and quite simple, it asked a few short questions: My first name and that of my female companion (it didn't specify wife); our ages; the length of time that we had played in the D/s arena; activities that we could not or would not participate in; our phone number and a convenient time to reach us. I filled out the short response form immediately and returned it that same day, August 8th. We explained in the application that we had security concerns, that we didn't want anything to do with children, animals or anything illegal. She had no interest in anal play and neither did I. Some of those things seemed obvious to us, but I didn't want to be misunderstood, either.

We heard nothing for nearly three weeks and I figured that I had been too late in responding, that six other "acceptable white couples" had preceded my reply, that we had too many hard limits, or, perhaps most likely. that the whole thing had been a hoax. In fact, enough time had passed since I had returned our response form that I had almost forgotten having replied and that the party was even a possibility. I certainly wasn't expecting a phone call on that relaxed August morning.

The phone awakened me with a jolt from a semi-doze. I had been reading the paper that morning, had napped a bit and I just didn't anticipate who was calling. I simply answered in my normal irritated telephone voice, "Hello?".

The voice on the other end of the phone was very deep, "Is this Terry?" the male caller asked.



The Party



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 Sam looked around the room. He had never been invited to a party like this before and wasn't sure what to expect. Ethan had insisted he would enjoy himself and when he explained what was involved Sam had decided to attend. What twenty something red blooded boy wouldn't?

There were plenty of women, that was the key but the type they were looking for he had yet to see. It wasn't every day that you got your dream for your birthday. It was as he was about to give up that he spotted 'her.' She had long brown hair that hung to her waist and a body that would make any man drool and he knew he was going to be disappointed when she turned around, just then she did and much to his amazement he wasn't disappointed. She had nearly model perfect features with sleepy come to bed brown eyes that were made up to make her look 'innocent.' None of the girls invited to this part were innocent though. They were here for the attendees' amusement. They weren't strippers, they weren't call girls, they were slaves, trained to do their master's bidding.

Sam nudged Jack who was with him at the moment and nodded with his forehead toward the girl in question as he took a sip of his beer. He wasn't too obvious as he didn't want other men horning in on the girl he might choose. Some did it just for their amusement sometimes and it was really annoying. Here at this party though he was assured that once he came to terms with the girl's master that was it, she was theirs for the evening and he could already feel an erection forming in his loose fitting trousers.

"Yeah" Jack breathed in appreciation as he took in her curves. She wasn't rail think like a lot of the women here. She also didn't have her clothes barely hanging on. There was a touch of class to this girl even though they knew what she was here for. It didn't take away from the beauty or the class or the thought of bedding her, she was not a whore. She was simply a woman who had put herself in keeping with a master, someone who would protect her, honor her, and make sure she had a good time, at a price.

Sam began to make his way across the room with Jack in tow. He made a few subtle gestures to a couple of his buddies and they were soon stalking their way across the crowded room. They made no overt gestures to anyone to show they were swooping in on a target but slowly they crowded others away from their intended. Sam could see that his buddies approved of his selection.

The woman moved to the end of her chain to get a drink from a passing waiter. The waiters were all Chippendale model wannabee's with leather pants hugging their legs and packages, no shirts, and a black bow tie and bare feet. They were also available for the right price and the right private party, Sam didn't look at them as anything more than eye candy. The girls were what he and his buddies were here for. They had discussed what Sam wanted for his birthday and when Jack had come up with this idea of coming to one of 'The Parties' they had all laughed self-consciously but as the idea sank in they all came to enjoy the idea and had signed up. He noticed a few of the women eyeing the 'boy toys' and running possessive hands over them. 

Some of the men were on leashes and chains as well as the women. It was that kind of party. They would end up sharing or teasing with their owners until the rooms upstairs were occupied. The house was set up for exactly this kind of party. Each room was warm, had a 'theme', a fireplace if you wanted it for extra, but it also had observation windows for those who liked to watch and camera's for those who wanted a film of their exploits.

Someone bumped into Sam as they made their way across the room towards their prey. He winced as that was the shoulder he had gotten his shots in. Everyone was required to get a full physical and shots to avoid any sexually transmitted diseases. These parties were a disease free zone. You could enjoy uninhibited and raunchy and wild sex to your hearts delight without worrying about disease or jealousies or unexpected results of your actions. Everyone knew the conditions before they had agreed, everyone knew what was involved.

It wasn't a free-for all. This all required meticulous record keeping and delicate handling of personal information. Not everyone was comfortable with some of the questions they were asked before being allowed to attend such a party. Many people backed out when they realized what exactly was involved. Sure the swinging lifestyle and orgies sounded titillating but this, this was so much more -- sophisticated than that.

The woman turned to look at Sam and glanced at Jack beside him. The look she gave him and the knowledgeable way she assessed him told him that she was willing and able to accommodate them. Her practiced eye looked them both up and down, mentally undressing them. Used to doing this to women it unnerved both men and yet intrigued them. What was it about a woman, who knew what she was doing, who knew what was coming that excited them so? Their trousers were becoming a little uncomfortable as they came nearer to the woman.

"Good Evening" she said in a well-modulated voice as she took a sip of the spiked champagne. Willing or not there were plenty of aphrodisiacs in the food and drink for all participants in 'The Party.'

"Good Evening" both men returned with a slight bow of respect to the woman. Sam desperately wanted to begin touching the curves that could be seen under the expensive looking dress. The deep plunge of the neckline revealed two breasts that were pushed up against the fabric and begging to be fondled.

"First time?" she asked knowingly, a delicate eyebrow arched at the question as she took another sip.

Both men nodded unsure about protocol in this situation but wanting to be polite. They had been warned that crudity would get them nowhere and more than likely tossed out on their arses with no refund for their admission for the night much less their acceptance into the club. Their subscriptions would only be renewed if they remained 'gentlemen' in all public venues.

She smiled at their admission "well then, let me welcome you to The Party" she grinned knowingly at the double innuendos in her welcome.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Sam ventured to ask, not sure how to get down to 'business.'

She smiled again as she looked around "not yet, but" here she paused as she looked at the two men standing before her and realized there were another two 'hovering,' a kernel of excitement began in her stomach that had nothing to do with the aphrodisiacs in the drink and food she had consumed "but it's looking up" she answered.

Both men realized the game she was playing with her words. They were riveted. A waiter came by and offered them delicacies some of which the woman took delicately and they watched perfect white teeth bite into a canapé. She took a sip of her champagne to wash it down and then asked "well?"

Both men gulped their own drinks, throats suddenly dry. "What's your name my sweet?" Jack found his voice first.

"Tanya" she breathed as she ate the canapé.

"Tanya, such a beautiful name" he said respectfully.

"Thank you" she said in kind. "And yours?"

"I'm Jack and this is my friend Sam, it's his birthday" Jack told her as he watched the way the lights played across her chest but attempted to keep eye contact. She was a delightful distraction, all over.

She knew exactly what she was thought Sam, the collar around her neck didn't detract as it would have on some women but the diamonds and he was sure they were diamonds and not rhinestones shone in the lights. "Your birthday?" she questioned him and sounded as though she had won the lottery.

"Yes mistress" he answered unsure if this was the proper way to address her but knowing he had scored a little plus sign when she smiled.

"Sounds like a party" she grinned at the innuendo.

He smiled in return. "Would you like to party?" he asked.

Jack held his breath beside him not knowing if Sam had gone too far too fast.

She smiled and lifted her hand to finger her leash, a dazzling array of leather and diamonds she answered "you must ask my master."

Sam smiled to her as he bowed slightly to acknowledge her permission. Then ignoring her he approached the man who held her leash, who had totally been oblivious to the conversation between his slave and strange men. Sam waited until the man finished what he was saying to the others in his little group. He caught the man's eye who then turned to see if he knew him. Sam bowed a little.

"Sir, I'd like to talk to you if I may?" he began.

The man was amazingly easy to talk to and he looked at Sam, Jack, and their two friends who had neatly flanked them and were unobtrusively keeping others at bay from his slave. He liked the tactic and negotiations came underway. He glanced occasionally at his slave to see her reactions to what the men were asking and to see how the drink and food were affecting her. He wanted her primed but not soused. He wanted her aroused but not to the point that The Party was ruined for these young men. He and the 'men' came to a mutually understood agreement after haggling, arguing, and a few good natured threats. He said good night to his friends, unfailingly polite as was the protocol and the group headed for the cashier's office where notes were exchanged for the private party that would ensue. Sam took charge then, asking for a particular style of room and bed. The master sat back as the notes exchanged hands for that.

A steward came forward to lead them upstairs, he was dressed in tight leather pants that exposed his penis but with netting holding it, binding it, and forcing it up, his exposed nipples were pierced, and his necktie was red to signify an upper echelon slave. They went up two flights and the master was surprised. These young men must have more notes than he expected and their negotiations over the use of his slave made him wonder if he had gotten enough. Well, time would tell and they made their way to the third level hall. It had miniature torches behind the glass enclosures down the length of the hall with red velvet as wall paper creating a tawdry and yet romantic atmosphere, it looked like cupid had been shot here, but the men barely noticed. The steward unlocked a door and with a brush of his well-manicured hand he turned on the lights.

"If the masters will observe" he demonstrated several of the restraint systems in the room, making it clear he would be thrilled to be chosen to stay. None of the men who had accompanied him gave him more than a cursory glance as they looked at the woman at the end of her chain who was beginning to feel the effects of her drinks and was moving sensuously. The servant demonstrated the cameras and where there was more drink, additives, and food as well as the intercom should they desire anything further. He stressed the word desire as he glanced at each of the men's crotches and licked his lips unconsciously. Since they ignored him he shrugged philosophically and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

The men glanced around the fairly large room. A set of couches and chairs were set out and the servant had shown them the restraints set around the edges for various activities. The bed was what they all gravitated too but first the master turned on some music. It was light and soothing, background music, and the woman seemed to begin to dance to it. The men glanced at each other unsure of how to proceed now that they had the woman they had decided on. Her long brown hair swished as she danced and Sam smiled at the image he had of harem girl doing the same, her dress was all wrong for the image but she certainly was exotic looking enough to fit. He could feel the bulge in his trousers and wondered what had been in that drinks and food that they had all consumed.

"Well gentlemen, why don't we all get comfortable" the master rubbed his hands together and dropping his slave's leash he began to undress. The other men glanced at each other and at Sam's nod began to follow suit until they were all down to their boxers, each were wearing the required silk boxers The Party required. It was considered refined, sexy, and much more stimulating than tidy whities.

The master picked up the leash once more and unhooked it from the collar and put this with his clothes. Sitting down on a couch, it was deep enough that his legs sat out in front of him, it was wide enough for a bed and he looked at the others and said "come, sit down, relax, she isn't going anywhere without permission."

The men sat apart from each other their legs out in front of them spread slightly as they each watched the woman dance to the music, it was no longer soothing, it seemed erotic and each wondered what was in those drinks, what had they eaten that the boners they all sported were now so hard in their boxers. Jack started rubbing his unconsciously and soon the two who hadn't been introduced to the man were following suit. Sam, the party boy was riveted watching the woman they had chosen.

The master provided conversation that the younger men barely participated in as they watched the woman dance. "I suppose you'd like to see what you paid for eh?" he asked after their one word answers began to annoy him. He looked to Sam who nodded. It was uncomfortable to sit there among four other men with an obvious boner; it was easier to concentrate on the woman.

"Take off your clothes" the master ordered the woman who began to slowly strip, making it a tease as first her high heels came off, then her stockings, each one slowly rolled down a leg after being released from her garter. Next she reached behind to unzip her dress, her breasts nearly poured out of the dress and each of the men leaned forward in case they did. She unzipped the dress and it slipped easily from her luscious body, hanging up only slightly at her ample hips. The body underneath was worth the wait though. A black push up bra made her breasts look huge and the thong she was wearing with the garter belt over it made her ass look like it was tied up. Slowly she removed the bra and her beautiful breasts spilled out. Each of the men appreciated the bounce. She leaned forward to remove her garter and they each thought different thoughts of what they wanted to do with those luscious beauties that bobbed forward. She removed the thong too and was standing or rather dancing quite naked before them. The master smiled, pleased. He could see the men would get their monies worth. He could see they were well endowed and would give her much pleasure. He himself had administered her a little something earlier that would ensure a good time had by all, she had eagerly lapped it up like a kitten.

The master removed his boxers and his boner was exposed to them all. The other men exchanged glances self-consciously. The master looked at them all and said politely "if you don't wish to come to The Party then you may leave."

The four younger men quickly removed their silk boxers in record time. They were here, they were in agreement, and they were going to enjoy every moment of it.

"Touch us" the master ordered and Tanya began on the far right touching the firm young body of the man nearest her and caressing him, kissing him gently, slipping him a little tongue as she aroused him further. She gently touched his erection and he jumped at the sensation as she moved on to the next man. She aroused, teased, caressed, and touched each of the men in this way allowing them to touch her, smooth the curves, squeeze her luscious breasts, and grope her delicious ass. 

She touched the master last and for him she got down on her hands and knees, her ass waving enticingly in the air as she continued to dance to the music and began to kiss and lick his engorged penis. He hissed his breath out through his teeth at her efforts. He glanced over at the other men and said "come, come, let us begin."

Sam was the first to lean over and begin touching her again, she was worth touching, the body was exquisite, the skin soft and smooth under his hands. Jack joined in from the other side and reached under her where her breasts bobbed as she licked and sucked at her master's penis. Jack squeezed one of her breasts, pinching the nipple slightly and she moaned against her master's penis causing him to suck in his breathe and lean backwards against the cushions in supplication. "More, more" he encouraged the participants, for her it was an order. She slowly moved up her master's body and at his nod from her unspoken question she lowered herself onto his well-lubricated penis. The others watched fascinated as she took it all in only wincing slightly as the entire length disappeared into her body.

Her new position wasn't lost on Sam as he leaned down to suck on her nipple drawing the breast up to his waiting mouth. She used her hand to run it through his hair and encourage him. Jack grinned and did the same on the other side. She reached down to caress and encourage his bobbing penis. He nearly lost it at the sight and feelings she aroused in him. He knew better though, he knew the rules; he was not allowed to cum, not yet anyway.

The other two watched for their chance as she slowly began to dance on the master's body, using his penis as her pommel she rode to her own rhythm. 

Sam was enjoying the grunts coming from the master at her efforts, the taste of her nipple in his mouth made him want to crush it but he restrained himself, he eagerly anticipated what was to come after all, this had been part of the negotiations with her master. He slowly got up, releasing her breast from his mouth only momentarily as she looked at him and grinned in a haze of lust, he captured the breast again in his hand and kneaded it. She smiled and her lips glistened against her bright white teeth. He presented his penis and she eagerly leaned forward to grasp it with those lips.

Jack watched as his friends penis began to disappear in the woman's mouth, her eager little tongue making short work of arousing his friend further. Her lips closed and the suction caused Sam to groan. Jack smiled as he rubbed her other nipple and breast and fondled her buttock thoughtfully. He glanced at the master who was still leaning back feeling the rise and fall of her hips on his aroused penis. The man looked up at that moment and grinned at the sight before him, two young studs playing with his slave and enjoying every moment of it from what he could see. The other two were anxiously awaiting their chance and he could see they were hard and ready.

The master reached up and caressed Sam's legs and buttock above him giving him a signal. Sam moved as he thrust in and out in the woman's mouth, her tongue wet and active, and her lips causing him unbearable joy. He shifted to accommodate the master's signal and a leg was on either side of the master's hips. He leaned backwards pulling the woman forward so she could service his penis. Slowly he pulled her towards him, her hair entwined in his fist as he gasped at the feelings coursing through his body from her administrations. He lowered himself to the master's mouth and felt the man's mouth on his balls, the combination nearly had him shooting his load but he knew he would be disgraced if he came too soon, it had been part of the negotiations. He slowly kneeled over the man's face pulling her down on his penis to angle her ass even higher into the air.

Jack watched incredulously at the joy on his friends face, the ecstasy, and the pure lust as he thrust into the woman's mouth and allowed the master to mouth his balls. His fist on his one hip was clenched so tight that Jack was afraid he was going to lose all blood in it. He himself backed off to grab a bottle of lube and signaled with his head to the two other men who had been waiting so patiently.




The Party



They got on either side of the woman and wedged their heads barely between the master and her torso; each took a breast in his mouth and began to worry it, caressing her body and each taking her hand to put on their engorged penises. She grasped them easily and they began thrusting into her hands. 

Sam was in seventh heaven. Her mouth was tight, her tongue knowledgeable, and her lips sucking on it creating a vacuum that was hard to deny. The feeling in his balls was incredible as the master gently sucked and licked on them. This would be a birthday to remember, always, if he could just hold off from shooting his load too soon. He knew the rules and to not follow them would be utter disgrace. He gripped her head with both hands now as he glanced down and saw the tableau before him, two of his friends being jerked off and sucking on her tits. He glanced at Jack to see him lubing his penis.

Jack slowly approached the writhing bodies, not much movement but oh so sinuous as he watched the men use the woman. He gently began to caress her back and buttocks anticipating something he had wanted to try for a long time. His eyes met Sam's across her back and he grinned, Sam had given him this gift out of the generosity of his heart. He probed her crack with his fingers, rubbing the rest of lube on her skin. He felt her stiffen slightly and he grinned in anticipation. He gave one of her ass cheeks a slap causing it to pink up. He liked the sight of it so much he slapped the other one. Both caused her to lunge forward slightly giving her master pleasure and causing her mouth to tighten reflexively. Both Sam and the master hissed in appreciation, Sam through his teeth and the master through his nose.

Jack slowly rubbed his penis up and down her crack. He could see where the master's penis was speared inside her. He gently rubbed at her rose bud and used his finger to rub lube slightly inside. He could see her stiffen in outrage and yet he thought, what did she expect when she was a slave at the mercy of a man's whim? He inserted his finger and she bore down on her sphincter muscles trying to oust him. He put in a second finger and she squirmed but too many had their hands on her and she was going nowhere. He held his breath as she slowly eased her ass cheeks wide and guided his penis to the rose hole. He pushed and nothing happened.

The master could feel the other man and what he was attempting to do, he shifted slightly to unbalance his slave a little and ease the way for the man.

Jack could sense the difference immediately and began applying more pressure to the hole with his penis. Slowly he pushed in the head. It was so incredibly tight. He pushed some more, easing his way inside, not wishing to cause her any pain but not about to deny his own pleasure. He pushed until he was about halfway in; he could feel the other man's penis beside his own through the thin membrane that separated them. He pulled back a little for the friction that it caused and then began to push deeper and deeper. 

Tanya moaned at the pain and pressure in her backside. She had known this was coming but hadn't been sure about it. She couldn't deny her master. She couldn't deny the demands of her body either. She needed sex. She needed to be degraded a little and used. She wanted these men and what she could do to them and what they were doing to her. The combination of the three in her body and two she was manipulating with hands was a fantasy come true for her and her excitement rose to a fever pitch.

Jack leaned in as far as his penis would go and began to pump her. He leaned over her body as his hands caressed her ample ass and made slaps harder and harder creating the pink affect he so enjoyed. "Your full now you little whore, you like it don't you?" he said nastily as he pumped her.

Tanya wasn't without resources though. Despite the degradation of being called a whore and the fact that five men were using her shamelessly she could control some of it. The rule was none of them could cum until she had or they would be banished. Not just from The Party but from the club. She bore down on her kegal muscles and it affected not only her vagina but the man talking nasty to her with his penis up her asshole, both jumped slightly at the added pressure. She squeezed with her hands on both men she was jerking off, their mouths on her nipples tightened reflexively. Her lips and tongue controlled the man pumping into her mouth, his hands entangled in her hair he lost his rhythm for a moment as she sucked harder. Someone reached for her clit and rubbed it causing her to lose any control she thought she had had. The combination though affected Tanya more than she thought it would and she could feel that familiar tingle beginning behind her navel and traveling through her body causing her to lose blood in her head and feet and centering it on her genitals. She bucked and writhed against the men she was pleasuring who were using her.

Finally the men could cum as well as they all felt her orgasm against them. Holding back had been painful for many of them and now they could cum to their hearts delight. Each spurted and allowing themselves the relief they had been denied they found pleasure in it and in the sight of their friends beside them using the woman who had caused it all.

Jack was one of the first to recover and slowly he removed his now deflated penis from her ass, he noted how tight it had been for him and how the combination of cum and lube had slickened the passage for them both. He pulled out and stepped back wiping the sweat from his brow and reaching for a tissue to wipe his penis.

The two men she had jerked off pulled up and watched the other two men, they had plans still, each of them eagerly anticipating another turn at this supple and accommodating woman.

Sam pulled his now deflated penis from her agile mouth and noted the fatigue on her face as she released him. He smiled; she wasn't getting any sleep this night as they had a contract to use her to their hearts content, all night long. He got up but only after the master released his balls from his own agile mouth.

Slowly Tanya pulled her sore and battered and bruised body from the masters constantly erect penis. She saw his smile and knew he was pleased. She had no time to relax though as one of the two she had jerked off was bearing her back against the cushions of the couch and thrusting into her. She arched to accommodate him and groaned as he probed her now sore crotch. His eager thrusts though felt good and she enjoyed the pain as well. She didn't have the tension of having two penises in her at the same time, the tautness was gone. His eager and lusty thrusts made a new lube begin to come from her body and caused her to enjoy his ministrations even more. He leaned down to take her breast in his mouth and thrust wildly against her until he came. He slumped against her and slowly rolled off her.

Tanya thought perhaps she would get a break but no the second man she had jerked off wanted his turn. This time though she felt another orgasm start and he kept at it until she was fulfilled. Then he sighed gustily and came, his body spasming over and over again as he screwed her royally. It was a long time until he was fulfilled. Tanya was relieved when he rolled away from her body. She knew she wasn't done, not by a long shot and the others had had time to recuperate.

The master fed her some more aphrodisiac laced champagne as Jack and Sam fondled her breasts. Slowly they aroused her again and she grinned at them. If they thought they were going to wear her out they were sadly mistaken. The additives to her food and drink assured them all of a good time and as the men stumbled out of the room in the morning, their legs a little wobbly, the room reeking of sweat and cum and alcohol, Tanya slept on the bed they had never used with a smile on her face and her collar in her hand, she had settled her slave debt and it was her turn to play master, the man who had enslaved her lay at her feet awaiting her desire as she slept on.

~The End~ K'Anne ;-P



The Party



"Now Michael, I'm inviting over some very important friends tonight and I want you to have dinner prepared by 7, you are to be wearing your apron and your apron only. Oh, silly me, also this" 

My Queen Mariana, waves my cock cage and kneels down to lock me in it, I love being locked up by my Queen, she sees me pulsate as she does this and smiles up at me. 

"OK Michael, I'm going to class now but will be back by 7 and my friends will be arriving shortly afterwards, make something nice for us all." My Queen gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves me to ponder what I am going to cook for her and the mystery guests. 

I think for a while and decide on a simple Italian style meal, I think about what this dinner might be like and what might be install for me. My cock twinges in it's cage and it hurts a little. My Queen has never shared me with anyone else before. 

Before long, my Queen arrives back home and gives me a slap on the bottom, "So is dinner all sorted Michael?" she asks with an air of authority. 

"Yes my Queen, it is. I will make some bruschetta to serve as an appetiser and then there is pasta for main and tiramisu for dessert." I stand nervously, hoping this will meet her approval. 

"Very good Michael, I know you won't let me down. Now, when the guests arrive you will stand behind me as I greet them, you will keep your head bowed and take their coats, you will then take the coats to the bedroom and come back and kneel my side, do you understand?" 

"Yes My Queen, I do". I am excited, and trying to be cool, I don't think it is working too well. 

"I'm going to have a quick shower and get changed Michael". 

After about 10 minutes my Queen emerges from the bedroom dressed in a red evening dress with red classic style stiletto's. I just stand there in awe at her beauty. 

"Do you like Michael?" she asks with a giggle. 

"Yes, My Queen you are very beautiful" 

"Oh, go on then, you know you want to" Mariana tells me as she extends her leg. 

I drop down on the floor and lick her high heels, while caressing her calf with my hand.

"My, my such a horny boy. That's enough now" and with that I stop and stand up again. 

Then there is a knock at the door. "OK Michael, remember what I told you" 

"Yes my Queen". 

Mariana opens the door and greets the guests, it then occurs to me if they know what is going to happen, what is in store for me. It feels odd and yet exciting to be the willing victim who is unbeknown to his fate. I stand behind my Queen as she greets guest number one. 

"Hello Miranda, how are you, so good you could come" although my head is bowed I can see a little, Miranda is tall, around 6ft, blonde, slim and in her late 30's. "Just give you coat to Michael, he will take care of it" 

"Oh, Mariana, what have you done!" Miranda says as she sees me, almost naked except for my apron, it seems she was at least partially advised of what to expect tonight. I take her coat as Miranda pats me on the head. 

"Obedient isn't he?" she says with a slight giggle. 

"Oh he is very good, most days anyway" my Queen tells he with a laugh. 

"Let me see, let me see" is the next thing I hear, another guest coming in, I recognize the voice, it's my Queen's friend Nicole, a study friend, early 30's, Italian, has some issues with men. 

"Wow, he really is almost naked" she says laughing as she watches me stand there in my apron, head bowed. I take her coat and remain silent. 

Next in is Suzie, a friend of my Queen's from back East, well spoken and curvy. In her early 40's. Suzie like the others laughs when she sees me "You know, I didn't believe you at all!" Ok so the picture is starting to form, my Queen let them know what they were in store for. I take her coat. My Queen then tells me to take the coats to the bedroom and she guides them to the table, telling them that I have been cooking all day for them. 

I return to the main room, and kneel by her side as instructed earlier. The conversation is about me and how well trained she has me, I am happy to please and am proud that I am making her friends happy. My Queen is stroking my hair as they all talk about me, then she says that they are ready for dinner. I get up and serve up the plates for the entree and start serving each guest. I am about to kneel by Mariana's side again when she stops me. 

"Michael, we have all seen your apron and it is pretty, but I think now we would like to progress a little." She pulls the knot on the back of my apron and slips the loop for my head off so it drops off in front of me, I have been unveiled. The women at the table, sit shocked, they can't believe their friend has just done that, it takes them a couple of minutes to register that I am still locked up. 

"What is that Mariana?" Suzie says pointing at my cage. 

"Oh, I lock Michael up, I control his orgasms" my Queen says proudly. 

The room goes silent again and then bursts into laughter, they all agree that is a great a idea. 

"I find Michael is more obedient when he is horny and more willing to please, I allow him one orgasm a week" my Queen adds. 

"So what happens during sex, does sex happen between you two?" Nicole asks. 

"Oh yes, well firstly he is blindfolded, he has never seen me naked, secondly he is quite skilled at lasting, I cum first pardon the pun and when I have had enough we stop, he goes back into his cage until I need him again" Mariana informs her audience. 

"Oh my lord, I need to start doing that myself", Miranda says. 

They laugh some more, as Mariana motions for me to kneel by her side again, which I do, this time naked except for my cage. They eat their appetisers and chat about Femdom and Female Led Relationships. 

Once they have finished Mariana, motions for me to collect their plates, she tells me to come straight back before I serve the main meal. I return to the table and Mariana, tells her guests that I am not circumcised, this is of interest to them as they have only seen circumcised cocks. 

"May we see Mariana?" Nicole asks. I feel oddly turned on that Mariana is the one being asked permission to show my body and not me. I am an object, it is official now. 

"Of course" Mariana, undoes my cage and removes it. I am now complely exposed to the guests and my Queen. 

"Walk around Michael, let them see up close" 

"Yes my Queen" I start to walk around, I stop at Nicole first" 

"Just as well he is not circumcised, he is small enough already" she jokes. I knew there would be some small dick jokes, I smile at her. I feel better that I know they are not pretending to be polite. I want them to enjoy my body anyway they see fit. 

"I think he is getting hard Mariana" Miranda says, she is right, I am getting hard now. I am naked and being looked at, and out of the cage which makes erections painful. 

"Show Miranda Michael" instructs my Queen, I walk around and let Miranda look at me up close. 

"Can I touch Mariana?" Miranda asks. 

"Yes, you may. Hands, behind your head Michael" 

I place my hands behind my head as my Queen instructs. Miranda runs her fingertip along my cock, it responds by becoming fully hard. She then pulls the foreskin forward, rubbing it before pulling it back and holding it there for all to see. They all laugh, enjoying their freedom and having me at their mercy. 

"My turn!" yells Suzie, Miranda releases me and I walk over, she tickles my balls and blows air on my cock. 

"OK. Michael I think the ladies have had enough for now, you may serve the main". 

I serve the main meal, the ladies feeling more relaxed now, caress my arse as I serve their meals, my Queen looks at me approvingly, I am providing my body for their enjoyment and she is happy, it is all that matters. 

I kneel back at my Queens side as they eat the main, I then collect the plates. "Michael, once you have left the dishes in the kitchen meet us in the lounge." 

"Of course my Queen". 

I meet them in the lounge and my Queen advises me to get on all 4's in front of them, they are all sitting on the couch. I get on all 4's and they place their feet up on my back as they chat some more about general things, they have gotten used to me for now at least. My nudity no longer a novelty by their right. 

"Michael has a shoe fetish ladies, did you know that?" she tells her guests. 

"Really, do tell us more" Suzie asks. 

"Well he loves boots and high heels, strappy sandles, he loves to lick them, sometimes I think he will cum just from that alone". My Queen tells them, I am now naked physically and emotionally. 

"Would you like to lick my boots Michael?" Miranda asks. 

I look at my Queen, who nods to let me know I may answer her female guest. 

"Yes Miss Miranda, I would like too" I respond a little worried that my Queen may be offended. 

"Well go on Michael, lick her boots" Mariana tells me. "The ladies have never seen a man degrade himself like that before". 

"Yes my Queen" 

Miranda is wearing black boots, just under her knee. I start by licking the toe, then run my tongue up the side zipper. I lick the heel, kissing it almost. 

"Do you lick the underside Michael?" Miranda asks. 

"Yes, yes, he does" My Queen answers for me, knowing that I will find this a little challenging. 

Not wanting to let her down, I look at the underside which Miranda has in my face and I start to lick it. The ladies applaud and laugh. They are entertained and I am happy. 

"Ok Michael, we will have dessert now." Mariana instructs. 

I serve dessert, and am told to lie on the floor, on my back, in front of them. 

"Play with yourself Michael. Very slowly though. Make it last." 

"Yes My Queen." I do as instructed stroking it slow. 

"Does anyone have anything they have always wanted to do to a man or have a man do?" My Queen asks her guests. 

"Hmmm... kick him in the balls" Nicole says, not quite sure if she is crossing the line. 

"Of course. Michael spread your legs, but keep wanking." 

"Yes my Queen" I spread my legs and keep wanking as instructed. 

"Well Nicole, he is ready for you" My Queen laughs. 

Nicole gets up and stands over, she smiles at me, and then I feel her shoe lining up my balls, and then she kicks. I yell out, but it's exciting. 

"Can I do it again Mariana?" She asks, once again asking my Queen permission to use my body. 

"Of course, twice more in fact" My Queen responds and with that, Nicole kicks me twice more, the second time without the lining up, so it is somewhat a surprise to me. 

The women all laugh and whoop, then Suzie says that she has always wanted to see a man drink his own cum. They all love that suggestion, and my Queen tells me to get a wine glass, which I do. I am then instructed to stand before them and pull myself until I cum, and that I should get it all in the glass. 

I pull myself holding the glass, I am so excited that it doesn't take too long the ladies cheering me on. I ask my Queen permission to shoot and she grants this request,  telling me that this is the whole point. 

I gasp and spill into the glass, as the ladies cheer and pat me on the back. 

"Hmmm... before you drink it Michael, give me the glass" My Queen asks. I hand her the glass and with a devilish grin she spits in it and passes it around to the other ladies to do the same. They then hand it back to me chanting skull, skull, skull. 

I drink it all down, rejoicing in their cheers at my degradation. 

I am then instructed to get their coats and meet Mariana at the door, as they leave they all spit in my mouth, and slap my face. 

Once they have left, my Queen tells me that I have done well and that tonight I may sleep chained to her bed on the floor. 



The Party



After 6 months of dating, I reluctantly allowed my girlfriend, Janet to know of some of my secrets, my desire to feel, to wear women's panties. No, I'm know sissy wanting to be dressed in women's clothes, or desire to have sex with a man, I just like panties. I also let her know of my fantasies of CFNM. She took it all in, didn't run away, I guess that's a positive. We chatted a bit more, I revealed my selection of butt plugs I use on occasion and my desire to someday have a woman fuck me, she took it all in, not showing discussed or excitement.

It was a couple of months later that she said she wanted me to model some of her panties for me, she asked if I would go shave everywhere down there and then come into the living room and model, she would have a selection laid out while I showered. I of course, jumped at the chance.

I always keep my balls shaved, but went ahead and shaved all my pubic area clean, then on a last minute decision decided to shave my ass as well, wanting to feel the panties just as a woman would.

I went into the bedroom to find such a wonderful selection of panties, some I recognized and some seemed new. After putting the first pair on, I went out into the living room to find my girlfriend and her best friend, Rae, sitting on the couch, sipping wine. I was shocked and embarrassed. I didn't expect anyone else, I blushed and apologies end, turning to escape, my girlfriend in a stern tone said to stay put, that her friend was here to assist in reviewing my modeling, they both giggled.

It was a dream, but a shock, my cock already wanting to come to life, stirred a bit, I willed it down, but it didn't go unnoticed. So I shyly walked near the women, turning and twirling in front of them. I felt so alive and sexy, my girlfriend must have thought so as well, I heard her moan, she also reached out as I turned and lightly felt my ass and cock through the panties. Rae who received a nod from Janet, also felt me up. My dick now more than half hard and making a wet spot as I leaked pre cum. My girlfriend told me to go change and return with another pair, but to take my time so that I could shrink back to normal.

I returned 10 minutes later in a sexy white thong made with lace, as I entered I froze in my tracks as another girlfriend, Katie was now sitting with Janet and Rae, they all giggled as my face turned real red, contrasting with the white panties. I gulped, then proceeded to walk the cat walk, showing off my panties. As I was finishing my twirls, there was a knock at the door, I stood stood perfectly still, shocked, scared look and Janet told me to go see who was at the door. I said no, not like this, she stood, red faced and half yelled, but in a powerful stern voice, ordered me to get the door. I slowly began making my way to the door, step, pause, step, pause. The knock, now more persistent. The rest of the girls chimed in, ordering me to the door. 

As I arrived and slowly grasped the handle as if I was afraid of it, the began slowly turning the handle until it clicked. As I slowly opened the door to a crack, in burst Maggie, another friend of Janet's. as she burst in she squeezed at the sight of me, brushing her hands along my panties ass as she addressed the other girls, apologizing for being late but commenting that she was obviously not too late for the show.

So, here I was, naked except for panties and 4 fully clothed women, scrutinizing me and commenting on what they see. So ordered to continue, I proceed to finish going into the bedroom to change and go back out and model, it was too much, the panties, the women, the fantasy to reality, I became and remained hard throughout the rest of the show.

After modeling the last pair, I could hear the women ask what was next, talking just above a whisper but still too quiet for me to here, Janet asked me over, the women tied my hands together, blind folded me and had me stand in the middle of the room.

The women came to me and I felt light touches, coolness, tickling feeling, then they stood back laughing. They removed my blindfold and I looked at myself in the wall of mirrors we have along one wall, I gasp, they have written words on me, "SLUT", "WHORE", "BOY", "PET", "COCKSUCKER", as I turned I saw a word on my back and an arrow pointing down, "COCK".

I was beet red, mumbling about how could they. All eyes were looking at my dick, I saw them and then looked down as well at my dick, it was rock hard with a stream of pre-cum leaking out, the panties were soaked.

I then noticed something else, how could I have missed it, I was so focused on my self, the women, they all were sporting various sized and colored strap on dildos, how did I miss it. I looked wide eyed at them, small, thin, purple to big black ones, ones that looked real and ones that just looked designed for pleasure. I gasped repeatedly, not noticing at first, but then noticed my dick throbbing. 

The girls ordered me onto the floor and I had one dildo shoved into my face and was told to suck it, I was now horny as hell and sucked on it greedily. Someone behind me was messaging lube into my ass, getting it loose. I soon felt Katie with the small one pushing into my ass, telling me to take it, take it like a slut, just like my skin said I was. I began pushing back against her as she pushed in. Soon, she had it all the way in, my girlfriend saw my impending orgasm and caught it in a cup as I shot spurt after spurt of cum, no one even touched me, but it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

Soon the women were changing places, another cock in my mouth and another, bigger one in my ass. It felt amazing, I never expected the feeling of a dildo in my ass would feel so good. Soon I was cuming again, once again Janet caught it in a cup, adding to the load in it.

Changing time again and another orgasm added to the cup. The one cock yet to penetrate me was the one Janet had on, the biggest one, the black one, big heavy balls hanging below. As I turned up my ass like a slut begging for a cock, ass opened from the previous assaults, Janet entered me, cock slick with lube, she pushed into me, it felt great, full, uncomfortable all at the same time, Janet had Rae keep the cup near my cock, thankfully as I began shooting again, Janet only half in me but I was shooting already. Thanks to Rae, it all went into the cup, although I still had no idea why they were collecting it.

Janet began pulling out, pushing in, it felt wonderful to have my gal fucking me, we felt the powerful connection as we fucked, soon, I felt the balls slapping against my own as she plunged "Balls" deep into me. Soon she had a rhythm going and was power driving into me, our moans loud. We didn't notice as we were into each other, but the rest of the women all had hands in panties, fingering themselves to orgasm as they watched this hot scene before them.

Soon my Janet began making those familiar noises she makes as she cums. I looked down and saw juices gushing from her pussy, it drove me over the edge as I had my final orgasm, amazed at how many orgasms I've had and how much a came.

I plopped down and rolled over, now on my back as I gasped for air and a smile on my face as I felt my cum being poured onto my face and into my open mouth, shocked, but then I got into it and greedily licked it all up. Then Janet leaned down and we passionately kissed as my cum covered face smeared the cum all over both our faces.



The Party



"Are you sure?" Joseph King asked, looking at Sophie, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door jamb of his office. She was standing right inside. Sophie, his beautiful employee. His most cherished. She was agreeing to do something that he just had had no intention of ever asking her to do. There were a few girls who did this kind of job, she wasn't one of them. But the regular who wanted it, had requested her specifically. It was only a matter of time, really. She was the best dancer at the club, the most beautiful, the most enthusiastic.

"Of course," Sophie responded with a smile. She reached out to touch his arm. "I'm going to be fine," she promised. "And I'm sure I'll enjoy myself." She smirked. "If not, I'll take a look at that pretty cheque at the end of the night, and I'll enjoy that."

Joseph smiled and he nodded. Sophie took the costume from the hanger, and she started to dress, not shy about taking her clothing off in front of him, especially not him.

The clubs had room for just such an event. This was not an uncommon thing. The clientèle that the club served was not exactly the traditional family guy who liked romantic, one-on-one sex with his wife in the privacy of their bedroom. No, they were usually vile, wretched men. But even the good ones had kinks, and you couldn't blame them for that. Sometimes, their wives had the same, or this was their thing and their husbands just happened to know a place that could help with the arrangement. There was a group of people waiting already, dressed in their suits, or the women in their little black dresses, with drinks in hand and plenty more already enjoyed.

Sophie waited behind the curtain. Joseph would not be here tonight. He did not take part in these events. She was a little disappointed. He was good support, and she wouldn't mind having him completely debase her in front of a group of people. There was something so sexual about that. She had agreed to this for the money in part, but more than that, it was to prove her loyalty to him and to the club, and then, there was just a part of Sophie that thought this sounded incredible. A hot, wet part of her, bare beneath the short skirt of the latex dress.

Another dancer was her mistress. She came in and smiled at Sophie. "Let's make some money," she said. She wrapped a collar around Sophie's smooth neck, her fingers so gentle as she hooked it together. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Sophie's, letting out a soft breath on her mouth. "You look so hot," she said, hooking the leash to the collar. "They're probably going to come at the sight of you." She stepped back, and then tugged roughly on the leash. "Come on, bitch."

She dragged Sophie out from behind the curtains to the waiting crowd. They cheered and whistled, leering at the plump, perfect curves of Sophie's body beneath the tight costume. She licked her lips, feeling wetness dribble down her thigh from her throbbing cunt. Her mistress gave another tug on the leash, sending Sophie clambering to the middle of the circle of men and women. "I brought you a lovely piece," she said to the crowd. "Come on, bitch," she repeated, harsher now. "Why don't you pull up that skirt and show them what they want."

Sophie looked around, pretending to be feeble and afraid as she reached back to roll the latex up. It was difficult. It stuck to her skin and she winced as she tugged it out of the way, over the generous curve of her ass. Men licked their lips, already wanting to drive their pricks into her. Sophie made her hands shake, she hesitated before the front of the skirt could move up her thighs. Mistress turned to her, and with the end of the leash, she flogged her across the face. "I didn't say stop," she said. "Get over here," she said, tugging her closer. There was a table, and they went immediately to it, with Mistress commanding Sophie to climb on top of it and stick her ass in the air. When Sophie hesitated, she had her upper body shoved hard against the table.

"There's your pussy," Mistress growled. She tied Sophie to the table by the leash. "Oh, look at how wet you already are, you little whore," she said, brushing her hand over Sophie's cunt. Sophie gasped, pressing against the hand. "Oh, that's nice," she went on, trailing her finger between the folds, spreading them apart for the crowd to see.

She invited people up to the table. One of the men, a regular that Sophie recognised, touched her first. He brushed his chubby fingers over her and then thrust roughly into her, groaning at the feeling of her tight, wet body. "What a lovely pussy," he breathed. Another man came over and his fingers went inside of her alongside the other man's. They stretched her out, moving in and out of her, until a third hand joined, two more fingers. More people came up, her body wide open in front of a room of strangers, with several hands touching her.

There were rubber cocks on poles. The men stepped back so Mistress could take one and shove it ruthlessly into Sophie's mouth, pushing into her throat so hard they could all see the swell. She choked on it, struggling with its length and girth. She gagged, and the men loved it, swelling in their slacks. Another helper came with another cock, trying to fit them both into Sophie's mouth at once. When it was awkward, the second slid away to slap against her cheek, as the first thrust past her lips again and again.

They walked around to thrust them into her cunt. She cried out in pleasure, squirming back against them. 

"Who wants to get this little whore's ass ready?" Mistress asked. Sophie groaned. "Tell them how much you want them to stretch your asshole, my little whore."

"So much," Sophie gasped. "Oh, please, someone come help. Come stretch my asshole out."

Of course someone volunteered after that. He came forward, and Mistress leaned in to spit a wad of saliva onto Sophie's aching body, right at the pucker of her ass. The man rubbed his fingertips over her asshole, and he pressed his hips forward to push his cock against her cheek through his slacks. Sophie moved her head, brushing her face against him to make him groan while he thrust his fingers into her. She whimpered and moaned, her wet breath right on the line of his erection. He thrust harder.

Both rubber cocks were slamming into her pussy now, and the man watched them as he stretched her hole out. "What a good whore," he growled. Sophie looked up at him with wide eyes, still rubbing her chin against his dick. "Look at you take two fat cocks inside of you at once. Does that feel good?" She nodded, making sure the movement rocked against him. He growled, looking down at her, and spanked her with his free hand. "You like this, don't you? Look at how much your pussy is dripping. You're a little whore and you love to get fucked like this." He hit her again. She gasped and groaned. "I want to see your tits, whore," he said. He grabbed her dress and yanked it over her body. Sophie fell against the table hard, looking up at him before she pushed herself up to let her tits swing beneath her.

"So good," he smirked. He slapped her ass again, and then moved his hand back against her hole. He slapped her there and she moaned loudly. He looked up and one of the cocks left her cunt to thrust into her ass, at the request of a spectator. They started to fuck her hard in tandem, and she cried out, shaking against them to come harder than she had in a long time.

But they left and Sophie was pulled to her knees on the floor. They could line up and she sucked their cocks. They would slam into her throat, make her gag, and when they were done, they came all over her body. On her chest, down her back, on her face, everywhere.

When the room was empty, she wiped off with a towel, and then she went back upstairs. There were showers downstairs for the dancers, but she wasn't using that one. She was going to use the shower near Mister King's office. She slipped in and dropped her robe on the floor, getting into the hot spray.

The door opened and she looked through the glass door to find Joseph in the doorway, smirking at her, leaned against the door jamb like before, with his arms over his chest. "I have a cheque for you," he said in that smooth, silk voice of his. 



The Party



I've had an ongoing flirtation with a dear friend for years. Although our contact may vary from a phone call once in a blue moon, to spending the night together in a flurry of sexual catharsis when the opportunity arrives, the sound of Diane's voice never fails to cause a Pavlovian excitation in my groin, and the thought of her always conjures images of our times together. Several days ago, I spoke to her on the phone, and the conversation turned to remind us of when we met, that is to say, when the lightning first flashed between us, when we were bonded by a chemistry that continues, when she became someone who would always be in the top tier of my sensual and sexual fantasies, by whom I will always be aroused, with whom I will always be smitten. 

Ahem. As I was saying, during that conversation, Diane asked me what I remembered about the party we were attending when we met. Knowing that we probably remembered it differently, and that my memory is bound to be inaccurate (yet is wonderfully suited to my purposes), I promised to give it some thought, and to relay my memories to her on our next occasion to speak. On reflection, I have decided to take this written path, rather than the oral. 

My wife, Linda, and I were new to the office when we were invited to a "Dirty T-Shirt Party" by an office-mate, Ted. Some, but by no means all, of the coworkers and their husbands/wives would be there, and it was specifically not an official office function. The theme of the party led Linda and me to considerable discussion and planning for the event. We both got oversized T-shirts and proceeded to decorate them with Magic Markers. I wore one with a simple text, "Dick's Hot Dog Stand" on the front, along with a drawing of a hot dog in a bun, with mustard, yet. On the back were the words, "If you Like Hot Dogs, You'll Love Dicks!" Absolutely clean but for the omission of a second apostrophe, and thus suitably dirty - I liked it. Linda wore a shirt with one large eye drawn on it, under which was a split-tailed bird, under which were two sailor figures dancing a horn-pipe. "Eye-swallow-seamen" was the encoded message. I was a bit hesitant about it, being new to the group, but she loved the idea. Her shirt caused confusion and great reactions when folks saw it, puzzled over it, and finally (some with help) "got it" – it was a hit, and any worries about our fitting in with the risque group were assuaged. 

Soon after arriving, Linda and I were introduced to Diane, whose husband (the very definition of the term, "prig," I later learned, and one who mistreated her I was to learn much later, which finally assuaged some of the guilt I had come to bear) was out of town on a cross-country trip with the hypocritically philandering office leader who expected his wife to be straight-laced, which she was. 

DeeDee, as Diane was then known by those she'd met through her husband, was in a T-shirt depicting a large, yellow smiley face, drawn in marker, except with the eyes placed directly over her breasts and with the pupils cut out in about 1" diameter circles and filled by baby bottle nipples sticking through in their place. The effect was at first comical, since the face looked "off" and wall-eyed, then salacious since it looked like her nipples were poking through the eyeballs, then funny since the nipples were clearly fake and oversized. I don't remember when I actually noticed the shirt, since I was struck palpably by that chemistry I mentioned before with my first look into her eyes (which happened to be almond shaped, dark, and sparkling with sexuality). However, I certainly noticed it. Plus, both she and Linda had on either panties or bikini bottoms under their shirts, with no bras, and both have delicious bodies. Soon I was drawn to Diane for the duration of the party. I was curious as to just how those Playtex nipples were kept in place, but my interest was anything but scientific. If you happen to be a blindly heterosexual woman or a determinedly homosexual man, you may not appreciate the sensuality of a woman's breast swaying as she moves when unfettered by a bra. Each breast size and firmness has its own characteristic, and they're all mesmerizing, but when breasts are lovely and of medium size, that simple shifting of their weight is worthy of symphonies of inspiration. I happen to favor the medium to small breast, and I especially appreciate the subtle hint of that movement. Diane audaciously, positively swayed when she walked, she swayed when she drank (and we were all drinking freely), and she swayed in my mind when she smiled at me, and so started our rampant flirtation.

I couldn't tell then if she was merely flirtatious, or if she was feeling the same jolts I was as we talked, but soon a train of people occasionally passed through the room, the revelers chanting some "choo-choo" sort of mantra, then disappearing, to reappear moments later, the line slowly growing. I'd never seen the game, so when a friend's wife, Ruthie, grabbed my arm and pulled me to join her, I left Linda and whoever was chatting with us, and playfully grabbed onto her waist, becoming the caboose for that round. The train led us to a bedroom, where I was delighted to observe the "engine" turn and kiss the next person in line, who turned and kissed the next, right down to Ruthie. When I puckered up to be a good sport and receive my happy reward for being chosen, Ruthie unceremoniously and briskly slapped me, to the laughter of the other "cars" in front of me. Like Disney's Bongo the Circus Bear (really taking me back here), I was chagrined, my stung face no doubt reddened, but soon registered that the slap was the initiation for each new inductee. Immediately, we recommenced choo-choo'ing about the rooms of the house. Planning my prize, I grabbed Diane and we soon trained into the appointed bedroom. As the kisses proceeded, Ruthie planted a generous kiss on me, with tongue, making more than restitution for her earlier assault. I turned, and in accord with my Southern upbringing, merely tapped Diane on the cheek, to the vocal disappointment of the sadists earlier than we were in the line. I didn't care and was interested only in the following rounds. All my hopes were confirmed, as Diane picked someone, and I got to kiss her at last, a nice but tentative first kiss, with lots of promises embedded. During the next several rounds, before the game broke up, Diane and I got increasingly passionate, to the hoots and applause of the other train members. We were inebriated enough not to care, and passionately drawn enough not to disguise our lust. In retrospect, I would not be surprised if the game dissolved because we were embarrassing the others, but that is only in retrospect.

Sometime after rejoining the rest of the party, and checking to find that Linda was enjoying herself, apparently unaware that I'd been necking in the train train, I noticed ("noticed" being an understatement) that Diane's latex nipples had somehow disappeared (fallen out, or taken out?), and in their place were the real things, poking through to the light and air. They were lovely and erect and virtually begging for attention. Linda and I both shared laughing with Diane about the loss of her bottle nipples, but we were all feeling no pain, thanks to the alcohol and ambiance, and none of us seemed embarrassed by the exposure. I recall thinking that this reaction by both of them was possibly an opening for something of a fem-on-fem attraction. I also noticed that Diane had immediately become the route by which all the men seemed to be passing, on their way anywhere, or just to stop and stammer inanities while they tried to disguise their gaping. Ah, the mystery of the female breast! And the sexual temperature just kept on rising.

Sometime later, some of us ended up in the hot tub (did I mention this was California?), and soon thereafter various articles of clothing were tossed behind us onto the decking. Some eight or so of us were basking in and shielded by the bubbles, presumably nude. I was between Linda and Diane, and Ted (the host) was on Diane's other side. Both Linda and Diane were by then topless, although the bubbles masked that for the most part, and I'd pulled Linda's bottom off as well, and was busily working on finding out if I could bring her to climax surreptitiously amidst the chatter and the crowd. I remember the delicious decadence of having one hand in Linda's lap, stroking and seeking her clitoris, as my other hand stroked Diane's thigh and sought her crotch as well. Between what Linda told me later and what Diane told me later, I think I recall that Ted was groping Diane's breasts (which she says did not welcome but didn't particularly reject), followed by my finding her warm and welcoming pussy with my other hand. Diane in turn stroked me under the frothing waters, while Linda (without my knowing it at the time, but finding out much later, to my delight was wrapping her hand around the cock to her left. I don't recall whose it was, and I don't know if Linda particularly cared at that point - she was pretty well tanked. I do recall her later reporting that it was substantial in its length and girth - something that she would have appreciated. I had a raging erection, the physical presentation of an evening's worth of intentions by that time. 

I don't remember exactly how the hot tub chapter of that wonderful night ended. I do remember that the party broke up after the then-requisite male streaker had romped through the assemblage. To my delight, Diane convincingly said she needed a ride home, saying she felt too inebriated to drive. Linda and I agreed, although it was fortunate for quite a few of us that the police seemed to be off the DUI patrol that night. By the time we got to her house and went in, it was probably about one a.m. Linda was fading quickly, having drunk way too much, as was her way at times. Diane did some appropriately hostess sort of thing (tho' I can't remember what), while Linda plopped down on the couch and quickly fell into a deep sleep. 

Alone at last, but with my wife asleep on the couch in the den, Diane offered to show me the rest of the house. I do remember a gorgeous antique wooden propeller that her husband had mounted on the wall, but it claimed only a fraction of the attention I was paying to Diane's lovely ass as she led me about the house. When we got to a bedroom on the second floor, we turned to each other and wordlessly fell into an embrace. Finally, I could kiss her with no audience, and our tongues darted back and forth as if we'd practiced how to kiss for ages. My cock swelled, my hands found her ass, and I pushed her back onto the bed. I pulled her blue jeans off, as she lay back on the bed. Her panties were white and modest (she'd had to change them after the hot tub), and I pulled them down and spread her legs, which hung over the side of the bed. I attended to those nipples first, and they obediently rose to the occasion, as Diane moaned her approval and I feasted with my tongue and lips (she still has wonderful nipples, and they have lost none of their allure over the years). Then, kneeling in front of her, I slowly began to kiss her thighs, and worked my way up. She exuded a lovely, purely female, delicate yet brazen, fragrance, mixed with chlorine at the time, and the taste was surprisingly wonderful. I licked her, taking my time, luxuriating in the juices that were flowing from her, and working my way determinedly along her lips, in and out of her vagina, and upwards toward and finally to her clitoris. 

I believe I could paint her in genital detail to this day, remembered through the explorations of my tongue, each fold, each change in skin texture, the nub of her, the honeycomb that surrounds the chamber that rises deep within her. I can remember an urban myth of parties where the men stuck their members through holes in sheets; while their wives, unable to see whose was whose, were challenged to move along the line, trying to identify by their mouths and hands which one was their husband's. I doubt that the challenge was as much the identification as it was the pleasure of the quiz. Given the same game with roles switched, I think I'd be a winner if Diane had been the question.

Back to The Party: as I sucked and tongued her, sooner than I expected she came, audibly (I remember worrying that Linda might not sleep through the moans and sighs) and energetically. As she later attested, her husband avoided cunnilingus, and my opening with that was a wicked and welcome surprise to her. I reveled in her pleasure, and kept my ministrations up as she recovered. I have always been sexually fulfilled by my partner's orgasms more than by my own, and Diane's reactions sent us both into wonderful heights of sensation. She quivered and moaned and shook and wrapped her legs around my neck and humped my mouth, hard. I dived into her at the end, reaming my tongue around and in and out, erratically revisiting all the spots I had been to in bringing her to that point, trying to fuck her with my tongue while keeping her off guard on where I'd be next, and remembering not to leave her clitoris for long, as it so quickly telegraphed my intentions to her and brought her responses back to me. I have rarely so well matched intentions and responses with a woman, and that first encounter still ranks so highly in my recollections of wonderful sexual times, regardless of the partner. 

We finally paused, our lungs heaving, my hunger sated, yet my cock engorged.

Not to be outdone, she soon pushed me back down on the bed and proceeded to return the favor. Tugging my pants down as she pushed me back to the same position she'd been in, she pulled down my underwear as well, and she proceeded to lick and fondle my erection, which needed no further attention to reach its fullest extension, but was ever so glad to receive anyway. She kept up a patter as she feasted, complimenting me on my cock, admiring its qualities as she went. I have never before nor since had a woman so verbally expressive and appreciative. For some reason, I was much more nervous receiving those dearly desired sensations than I had been moments before while performing them, no doubt due to the unknown risk of Linda being roused by the sounds and coming to find us en flagrante. At any rate, I let Diane suck my cock into her mouth and bring me to the brink, but I never climaxed that night. Drawing her up from her knees and kissing her, I somehow ended our liaison (for then), collected a groggy Linda, and drove home. In retrospect, I should have fucked Diane then, but that didn't come until later. I am immensely pleased that it was worth the wait, and I am grateful that I have been so fortunate as to have carried on an affair of the sensual predilections with her for some years now. 

Diane and I may continue our flirtation, our recollections of that party, and our recollections of the wonderful times we have had together, until we are so old as for our story to seem comical. As I mentioned, her voice still arouses me, the sight of her nudity never fails to excite me (although it has been several years since the latest time, since we live on different coasts and are both otherwise involved), yet it is far deeper than sight and memory. It is a chemistry of elements that defies rational explanation, of friendship born of pain and happy experiences not recounted here. Happily, that irrational mix of humanity has me erect as I write this, responding to the vision of her, her sensuous mouth closing upon mine, her delicate fingers, urging me to grow, already fully stiffened, her pussy silken and soaked with her juices, and her lovely eyes open and flashing as I bring her to another orgasm, my tongue replaced into her pussy, her clitoris springing into my sucking mouth, my flicking tongue. 

Another time, if feedback suggests, I'll recount her visit to my apartment in Washington state long after our separate divorces, and/or the occasion when I learned that she loves to be talked to in the most blatantly erotic terms, and/or how well she drinks champagne in quiet bistros, and so forth, and so forth. For now, the memory of her is still tinged with the prospect of our next encounter, when, where, or even if being as yet undetermined.



The Party



I was bored within thirty minutes of arriving at the party. My wife had disappeared amongst a throng of her co-workers discussing insurance shit which I had no interest or knowledge of. I had spoken empty party words to three people I barely knew but had met at previous engagements thrust upon me by my wife so she could bugger off with a clear conscience. My wife's boss Lance who I could tell wanted to lance my skinny wife by the way he eyed up he slight derriere when she turned her back. Trudy the receptionist who I had a non sexual phone relationship with, being more trying to help me locate my wife. And Victor the outgoing, boring sales agent who had a glib tongue and a wandering eye.

I considered sneaking out. It was only a ten minute walk home. Wendy could find her own way back.

"I know what you're thinking," an alluring female voice said from beside me.

I slightly turned then looked down to a short and oldish looking lady who was fair packed into a tight leather number that produced bulging breasts and largish thighs that looked quite red as if circulation had been cut off from the return journey to the heart. She looked close on fifty, almost half my age. Heavy makeup and crowsfoot eyes. Should I say saucy looking eyes that had a teasing twinkle about them.

"Go on then," I said.

She moved in closer, her bare forearm touching my hip, triceps long given up their youth. She smelt good, her perfume powering up my dead libido. She reminded me off my mother.

"Going home is my guess." He dark bluish eyes twinkled. She sipped her drink, heavy reddened lips pressing against the glass rim staining it in a blur of lipstick. 

I laughed and studied her cleavage. It was deep and inviting, so much that a man on a diving board could plunge right into the depths of that glorious flesh.

"They're real," she said.

"What?" I automatically replied sensing I had been caught out.

"My tits."

I blushed red and turned away.

Her arm dug in deep causing a compression of wrinkled skin on her forearm.

"Hmmm, I like that. Someone that still blushes."

I hadn't recovered enough to my normal sallow shading so I stared at my shoes.

"I'm Doreen by the way." She stuck out a stubby hand. The forefinger was half gone down to the second knuckle. "I chewed my nail too much on that finger." She laughed.

I joined in. "I'm John," clasping her hand lightly feeling the shortened finger oddly tap at my sweaty palm as if in some secret handshake. Her hair was a dirty red with the odd strand of grey cast in. It was cut short and feathered close to her scalp.

"Oh I know who you are, mu hubby Victor has talked about you."

"He has?" I was surprised as when I ever spoke to him it was like I didn't exist such was his interest in my petty conversation.

I glanced up at my wife's last known location and I caught her cold eye. She looked thoroughly nestled in amongst a group of handsome looking suits all with broad shoulders and stubbled beards.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked Doreen. It was an old lady's name. I didn't like it much. What I did like was the sexuality she exuded.

"Sure. A large strong gin." She smiled. She was missing a middle bottom tooth. Others were well coated with lipstick. I could see the brown stain of nicotine on her inner bottom lip.

"Tonic in that?"

"No, just gin."

While queuing at the bar, being the kitchen bench, I studied her large ass. It stood out and up and looked hard. Mind you the mould of the leather that sat under it probably helped with the foundation of it.

She was looking back at me over her shoulder. It made my penis surge slightly in interest. I hadn't had sex in about four months such was my wife's attitude these day to the act of love.

She sipped her new drink. She had a breast firmly pressed against my elbow like it was exploring her cleavage. I could see her hard nips pressing under the leather.

"He's a cock ya know." She said quite bitterly.

"Who?"

"My husband."

I couldn't agree with her more.

"He's so full of it."

"Shit?"

"Yeah you picked."

"Hmmmm." Said in such a way that I was clearly agreeing but not committing any proper language to the affirmation.

"I know a spare room here."

My elbow was now securely in the cutting between her large breasts. Now that was a proposal of some interest. I looked over at my wife. She couldn't lip read could she?

Hesitation was confirmation for Doreen. "Second floor, turn right, third door on the left. Two minutes."

She was off, her large ass cheeks fighting each other for space under the confines of her dress.

Shit, what was I to do? I was certainly sexually charged by this older, portly lady which was weird because I always perved at the skinny, younger ones.

I looked again for my wife. I could just see her tawny bobbed hair between the suits.

Fuck it. I downed my Bicardi and raced up the carpeted stairs like a randy tomcat. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and there was Doreen on the end of the bed, legs crossed exposing big fleshy thighs that were dimpled with underground fat. The cellulite express. It powered me up.

"I knew you would come," she said.

"Am I that easy to read?" I said.

She glanced at my crotch. "He is."

My pants were summer weight and matched with silk boxers my length was expressing itself quite clearly.

She grabbed me by the belt and pulled me right up to her with absolutely no resistance from me. Her fingers, surprisingly nimble, had my belt buckle solved and zip down before I knew it, hauling out my hardened cock.

"Shit."

"Oh it's real nice." She tugged at it firmly exciting out a few more millimetres of length and width.

"I knew it would be."

Her other hand wrung down my boxers and trousers which slid off easily over my clenching buttocks and she pulled down on my exposed nuts.

All I could say was, fuck.

Then her lips closed down on me and she encased me in her super warm and wet mouth right to the root. She smiled sluttily up at me while her tongue lathered the bottom of my cock. The tip of her tongue made contact with my nuts. Then she withdrew. I was coated with saliva and leaking precum that was coming out of me like there was no tomorrow.

She wanked me for a moment her bright eyes staring lovingly at my stalk then engulfed me once more this time pistoning up and down like a V8 in overdrive.

I could feel my testicles seriously tighten and so could she as she stopped dead.

"Not yet big boy."

My cock unbelievably had sprung out of her mouth and jammed up against my excitement. That had never happened before. He finger tickled at my anus. I was glad I had showered and shit before I came out for this fantastic party.

"On the bed. Now!" She commanded. "On your back, arms out."

Her eyes had a hunters focussed look about them.

I was in a trance and obeyed without hesitation.

She tugged my pants off from around my ankles, then licked my nuts, spitting a hair out.

"Don't move." She slowly tugged off her dress. It might have been easier to cut it as it was so tight. Then it was off her body falling into unsupported place, not wearing a stitch. Her breasts were massive and magnificent and splaying out in down. Her nipples large and deep red. Her cunt was sparsely haired in a light red. I liked that a lot.

A flash of silver.

"Arms up dear." She said.

I complied because my rational mind was gone and all I could think of was my impending ejaculation and how fucking great it would be.

Click. Fuck, my left wrist was handcuffed to the bedpost. Then click, the other. She must have done this before, so smooth was the operation.

"That's nice," said Doreen, now with a back hand grip on my cock and fisting me quickly.

I yanked at the fastenings but they stood firm.

"I hope you have a long tongue," she said lustily.

She rose and planted a thigh on each side of my head and then before I could say 'Jack Sparrow' I had a mouthful of vagina. Ever compliant to the power of the cunt my tongue fought through the folds and penetrated her core. It tasted slightly fishy but manageable. I lathered her up and down forming an enlarged flesh road between nub and butt as I blindly worked at her with pubic hair tickling my nose. In turn she used me by rubbing back and forth on my face clearly trying to get me to regularly hit her hot spots making me hit her taint which tasted of perfume and soap.

After a while she grunted and squirted liquid on my face. It tasted slightly of urine. Not done with me, she turned around planting her ass fair square on my face. Her breasts pressed against my stomach and her mouth engulfing me once again. Her hands clenched at my ham strings as if trying to rip them out of my legs. It felt good. I tensed them to proof their conditioning from miles of cycling. 

I was now faced with her rear hole as it pushed down in search of my tongue. I stabbed into the red anus causing a growling sound from around my cock vibrating nicely my super sensitive nerve endings. She ground down on me wanting more which I gave as her rectal muscles seemed to pull my tongue further inside so much that I could taste shit.

Jesus this was too much. She had a hand now locked around my nuts encasing them fiercely as if trying to make them explode. Then a finger wetted with saliva pushing into my ass. My cock felt enormous and I was close to coming. She stopped, finger ringing the base of me and the one up my ass retracting. She squeezed me off waiting for my need to ejaculate had passed.

God she was good. I meanwhile still worked on her ass. She was groaning so loudly everyone in the house was probably wondering who was fucking who.

Her tongue licked at my head gently, smearing off the precum. Fuck I had to come soon.

As if reading my mind she removed her sweaty thighs from my face, turned, grabbed my cock and began inserting it into her well lubed and expanded butt. I sunk in delightfully easy, an incredible snug tightness taking me in. She clearly had done this before. My hands pulled at the cuffs wanting to grab her flashy buttocks and thrust her up and down on my root. But she wasn't releasing me and took her sweet time riding me up and down, her tits drooping into my face as I bit and chewed her nipples.

My nuts were now super tight and I was just on the edge of nirvana and no turning back when through my sex hazed vision I saw the door open and the horrified look on my wife's face.



The Party



This is my second story. Anyone can contact me as well. This story is all fiction. Any resemblance to people, places, or events is purely of my own imagination. This involves a male slave, so if that's not your thing, then don't read it. Please tell me any ideas and try to keep comments positive. I know I am NOT perfect but hatred will bitter your heart. :)

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I have set up a party to be held at my house this weekend. It is going to be filled with good food and strong drinks. It is on my favorite D/s site. I have ordered my slave boy to scrub every surface in my home. I keep him chastised while he cleans so I don't have to worry about him touching himself when I am not there to supervise. Naturally, I find fault in everything he does.

An hour before the party starts, my house is glistening clean. He is kneeling in the corner, which is where he is ordered to sleep. 

Ding

He comes crawling, head bowed. He stops at my feet and kisses the toe of each foot to greet me.

"Yes, Mistress," he says meekly.

"Go clean yourself up and lie on the dining room table."

Ten minutes later, I hear him crawling on top of the table. My heels click off the marble floor as I approach him, each step seeming louder. I can't wait for what I have planned to happen. I am so excitedly nervous.

He tries to avoid looking at me as I approach but can't help but notice the gold key dangling between my large breasts.

"Spread your arms and legs. Hold onto the table legs with your hands and ankles."

Click. The lock turns on his belt and it opens up, freeing his cock and balls.

"Lift your ass high in the air."

I remove the belt and lube up a large butt plug. He grunts and moans as I push it in with one swift movement. He wiggles as his ass accepts the intruder.

Soon, his arms and legs are tied to the table legs tightly. He can hardly move and his muscles are strained.

A collar is slid under his neck. After it is fastened, it is tied to the table leg as well.

"Open your mouth." 

I place a ball gag behind his teeth that has a cock sticking straight out of it.

"Lift your head as much as you can."

He struggles to lift his head the few inches that are needed to fasten the gag. With some effort, the gag is strapped tightly around his head. The gag is inflated and soon he is drooling.

"Now this is the most delicious part." I say as I attach a suction device to his cock. After a few minutes, I see his cock is engorged and his balls tense. It is a sign to clamp the suction hoses and turn the machine off. This will keep him hard til the device is removed and he is allowed to cum. Zip ties are placed tightly around his balls and cock, digging into the skin. He wiggles a bit to try to relieve the hard on he is forced to maintain. 

I place the food and drinks out and check to make sure the ad is correct.

I almost cum reading it. 'Cum one, cum all. I am showing my slave boy a good time tonight. All Mistresses are guaranteed to have an orgasmic time. Any female slaves are permitted to cum as long as their Master or Mistress permits it. 7 pm at 123 Cocks Blvd. Don't be late.'

I giggle as the doorbell rings. About 20 guests enter and mingle over dinner and drinks. There are five female slaves that are brought by their owners.

I raise a glass as to make a toast. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, the main attraction awaits us in the dining room. Please, follow me."

I lead the way and I notice the Mistresses licking their lips. I imagine the female slaves getting wet, but I know they can't see the spectacle that is displayed. My slave boy lying spread eagle on the table, butt plug clearly in view. 

"I love the gag." "he sure is hard" and other positive comments come from both men and women alike.

I get the first orgasm of the night as I am the host. A random slave is ordered to lick me clean after I cum twice.

Everyone stands in line, mingling and watching Mistress after Mistress cum all over my slave and get licked clean by a slave. Two slaves are lucky and get to ride my slave boy and they are forced to lick each other clean without cumming. They shudder as they are stopped and I know they are both ready to cum again. The slaves that are left out try to rub themselves on the floor to no avail. Marble doesn't bring orgasm easily.

After everyone is satisfied, I untie my slave and release the suction from him. 

"Lie face down on the floor by the table." I order, pointing out the spot I want. 

I hog tie him and know he is bursting for an orgasm. He grunts around the gag as I tie the ropes tightly around his ankles and wrists.

"You may cum, slave boy. But just by rubbing yourself on the tile floor." I lie in front of him so that his actions drive the dildo gag into my dripping pussy.

He rocks himself for an hour before I hear him grunt and I know he has cum. A Master orders him to lick me clean, making sure I cum one last time. Another master removes his gag and orders him to lick his mess up while he is still hog tied. He obeys with much effort. After everyone is satisfied, they go back into the living room to have another drink, leaving my slave boy hog tied and exhausted. A half hour later, we part ways and I untie my slave boy. I remove his plug and his bonds.

"Make me cum again with your tongue," I order as I lie on the couch. 

After I am satisfied, he struggles to crawl back to his corner where he curls up and goes to sleep.



The Party



We went to a party a little while ago. I didn't want to go, but my wife insisted, saying that we never did anything, which was a bit unfair. Still, who am I to argue?

She got us invited by flirting with some guys at a pub, and to be honest I didn't really trust them, they seemed like shady characters to me, but, as I said, my wife insisted.

The party was at a private house, quite a smart house in fact, which reassured me a little. There was loud music, some snacks, and lots of booze. We had come by taxi, so I could also drink, and we brought a bottle of Prosecco, my wife's favourite drink. We didn't need to worry about the fizz, there were three bottles on ice, so the guys obviously remembered my wife's fondness for it, and how amorous she got about half way through her second bottle.

After a few glasses for her, and a couple of beers for me, we started dancing. There were slightly more men than women, nonetheless, there were plenty of attractive women there, attached to their men, so I wasn't overly concerned. My wife introduced me to the three guys who invited us, none of whom seemed to have partners.

"Rob," Steve asked, "is it ok if I dance with Lynne, as I don't have a woman with me?"

"I guess that's ok Steve, just don't forget that she's my wife." We both laughed at my little joke.

The evening progressed, with me dancing with my wife occasionally, and the three guys dancing with her a lot. My wife kept knocking back the Prosecco, getting more and more physical with her fans, while quite a few couples started to drift off. The party was getting more and more like a male stag party.

I got talking to an attractive young lady, who seemed to be on her own, so some time went by while I was gazing down her cleavage, and I had stopped watching my wife, which turned out to be a serious error.

"I think we should go upstairs to watch the action Rob," my new best friend suggested as she walked towards the hall holding out her hand for me to follow, "I think your wife is holding a party of her own."

"What?" I asked, puzzled.

"Steve asked me to distract you for a while, so they could take your wife upstairs and fuck her brains out."

I ran up the stairs and burst into the first door I came to, but it was empty. I tried the second door, and quite a scene met me. My wife was being held from behind by one of Steve's friends, while Steve was dragging her jeans down her legs. The third friend was getting undressed, while watching the forced strip.

"Welcome Rob, please take a seat and enjoy the show. Please don't do anything stupid, we're big blokes and we're used to fighting." The biggest guy explained as he completely removed the jeans from my wife's feet.

"Please don't hurt Rob," my wife begged, "please just let us go, we won't tell anyone!"

"Lynne, you aren't going to tell anyone, because if you do, we'll cut Rob's balls and prick off with a blunt knife, ok?" He made the situation totally clear.

"Rob, sorry, I'm so rude, you haven't been introduced. I'm Steve, the guy undressing is Joe, he'll be first to fuck your wife, and the one holding her is Barry, he'll be second. I'll go last, as my cock is the biggest. Now guys, hold her wrists wide so I can cut her top and bra off."

Joe and Barry grabbed a wrist each and pulled my wife's arms wide, while Steve destroyed her cotton top with a swift slash of a terrifying knife. Her bra went next, so she was left wearing only a small pink thong, which he destroyed with two quick flicks of his knife.

Steve threw the knife on the floor and started to play with my wife's nipples, one big rough hand on each, massaging, squeezing, and pinching. Her nipples became harder, engorging, and my traitorous penis did the same.

Joe was stroking his cock with his free hand, and soon it was at full mast, so I could gauge it's size. It was much bigger than my own pathetic tool. After this day, would she even feel me inside her?

"She's all ready for you Joe, how do you want her?" Steve asked, his fingers between her legs, exploring her secret places, causing my prick to reach it's full, yet modest, size.

"On her back, legs wide, thanks Steve." Joe replied grinning widely, while still stroking himself.

Steve threw Lynne onto her back on the bed, and he and Barry grabbed an ankle each and spread her legs wide apart. 

All this was happening so smoothly, and with so little fuss, that it was surreal.

"I'm sorry Rob, this is all my fault." She said, looking into my eyes with an expression of concern and worry, as though it was me being raped.

"Just for info Rob, we've all taken Viagra tablets, so this will be a long night. Barry, give some to Rob, so he can join the fun. Rob, you need to strip now, so we can all see what you've got."

I swallowed the blue pill with a glass of single malt whisky which Barry also gave me, then removed all my clothes, immediately embarrassed due to my tiny prick.

"He's got such a cute little winky Steve, I'm thinking I might like to play with both the husband and wife tonight. Is that ok?"

"Sure, enjoy yourself. Barry is Bi, Rob, so I imagine he'll give your arse a good fucking later. Don't waste your breath objecting, if he wants to have you he can, there's nothing you can do to stop it."

By this time Joe was on the bed between my wife's legs. He positioned his erect cock at the entrance to her moist pussy, and pushed straight in.

"Oh God, you're so big."

"Not like Rob's little pencil, eh? You can feel me when I'm inside you."

"Please don't say that, I love my husband." 

It was good of her to try to defend my honour, but with Joe pumping his man sized cock in and out of her squelching pussy, there was no way she could deny the sensations he was giving her. 

He pumped hard and fast for quite a while, licking and sucking on her nipples, which always turns her on.

After quite a while her breathing was getting ragged, and she was pushing back against him with every stroke.

"I'm so sorry Rob, I think I'm going to cum soon."

"I bet you can't make her cum like this, can you Rob? Don't worry, we're happy to fuck her for you." Joe taunted, speeding up his fucking of my wife.

I felt totally humiliated. How could I ever enjoy fucking her after this, knowing how inadequate I was.

A couple of minutes later and it was clear that my wife's first orgasm of the evening was approaching.

"Oh God no! I'm cumming! Sorry, so sorry!"

She had a fantastic climax on the cock of her rapist. I felt devastated, watching her having such satisfying sex with a man she didn't know.

Joe quickly followed with his own explosion, ramming the final thrusts into my crying wife's traitorous sex. Once he had finished ejaculating inside my wife, he took her head in his hands and started to kiss her on the lips. She tried to twist her head, but couldn't escape his amorous mouth.

"Ok Joe, you've had your go, climb on Barry." Steve ordered.

The guys swapped positions, and Barry started pumping in and out of her sloppy pussy. He was also very fit and able to pump in and out rapidly. In a much shorter time than with Joe my invaded wife started to climb towards climax again. It seemed that having lost the battle once, her mind gave in and she was just enjoying the gang bang.

"I'm going to cum again, I'm so sorry Rob, I can't help it, it's just physical."

"It's ok Sally, just let it happen." 

I was outwardly reassuring, but inside, my mind was boiling with a combination of rage, humiliation and despair. I couldn't get the idea out of my head that my marriage was over.

Moments later her orgasm swept over her, just as powerful as her first, and having been given the green light by me to let go, she was much more vocal, expressing her joy at being raped by such well hung attackers. 

She bounced back quickly, and within five minutes she was building to another climax. This time Barry decided to join her and they both exploded together, experiencing a feeling that I have never had, convulsing together, driving each other's convulsions. Mutual ecstasy.

This time, when they calmed down, Sally didn't fight off the kissing, but responded to it, kissing Barry back, making him her lover, not her rapist.

Reluctantly Barry dismounted from my compliant wife. His cock wasn't softening at all, and Joe was still semi erect. My little dick was still pointing to the sky, despite the cauldron of emotions boiling inside me, or perhaps because of them.

"Ok folks, I think we should take a break there. Barry get us guys some beers, and Sally a bottle of Prosecco."

"Right boss." Barry replied, setting off for the kitchen.

"I'm afraid I need to pee." My wife informed us.

"No problem Sally, you can pee in Rob's mouth."

"No please, you can't make him do that!" She begged on my behalf.

"Of course we can. Rob, would you like to drink your wife's pee, and my friends' cum, of course, or would you prefer me to stand on your balls?"

"I'll drink her pee."

"Where are your manners? Ask Sally nicely."

"Please Sally, may I drink your pee?"

"Oh Rob, I'm so sorry about all this."

"It's ok, let's just do it."

" Lie back with your head on the stool." Steve instructed.

I got on the floor, laid my head back on the stool as my wife went round to the far side, and started to squat over my open mouth. Her pussy was open and very messy and wet. White goo was oozing out and soon it started to drip into my mouth. I was close to throwing up, and I didn't think things could get much worse, but when she landed on me I was engulfed in the whole gushy mess, and seconds later her pee hit the back of my throat. It tasted far less bad than I had expected, in fact, if I hadn't known that it was full of two men's spunk, it wouldn't have been too bad an experience.

I actually was feeling love for my wife again, maybe there was some hope for our marriage. I didn't think I was going to need any beer, I nearly drowned in Sally's pee.

Eventually she finished, and lifted up a little so I could lick her clean.

"Well done Rob, that was a tough one for you. You did so well that I suspect Sally will have you doing it regularly." Steve commented.

"Don't be ridiculous." She retorted.

Barry arrived back at that moment, oblivious to what went on while he was away.

"I brought Rob a big whisky, I thought he could do with it."

"Thanks Barry, that's very thoughtful." I offered, trying to be friendly, hoping they would let us go.

"So Rob, have you ever fucked your wife in the arse, she has such a cute one, it just begs to be fucked, don't you think?"

" No I haven't."

"She wouldn't let you, eh?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Well, that's going to change in about five minutes."

"I can't do that Steve." I protested.

"Rob, please, I want you to," Sally interjected, "it will make me feel better about getting us both into this mess."

"There you are Rob, you fuck Sally's arse, then I'll fuck yours." Barry announced, gleefully.

"Roll over Sally, spread your legs and grip the headboard bars. Barry, lube her arse up for Rob."

Barry squirted some lube onto his fingers, then started to push them into my wife's unyielding anus. I felt strange, excited, a little nervous, but not at all guilty. I was really looking forward to taking Sally's anal cherry, thrilled that it was me doing it, grateful to her rapists for granting me that privilege.

I was no longer angry at them for raping her, she deserved it.

Barry moved away, wiping his hands in Sally's long hair.

"She's ready Rob. Take your time and enjoy her, don't hold back, give her arse the fucking it deserves."

"Thanks Barry, I will."

I climbed onto the bed, between my wife's spread legs. White goo was oozing out of her pussy onto the bed spread, which was already stained under her gaping sex. Her arse glistened from the lube, but the little brown hole was shut tight. She looked so desirable, and I resolved to never again accept 'no' to anything I wanted to do to her, especially anal sex.

"Sally, I'm now going to fuck your virgin arse for the first time. It isn't going to be the last time though, do you understand?"

"Yes my darling, I promise you I will never again say no to you when you want my arse, you can fuck it whenever you want in future, just please be gentle this first time."

"I'll be gentle love, I also want you to know that I'll be expecting frequent blow jobs in future."

"I promise I'll give you as many blow jobs as you want, just so long as you forgive me for tonight."

"You are forgiven."

"How sweet," Steve commented sarcastically, "please get on with it, I'm getting horny waiting for my turn."

I leaned forward, supporting my weight on my left arm, and positioned my pencil prick at the entrance to nirvana, and started to press down. The ring wouldn't give.

"Try to relax Sally, you're making this harder than necessary."

"Sorry Rob, I'm just so nervous."

I retreated a little, then dropped down onto her. There was a momentary hesitation, then I popped through. Her ring was gripping behind the head of my prick, still really tight, but holding me in rather than out.

"Oh God, you're too big, please stop."

I pushed on in, ignoring her pleas, this was heaven for me, at last I felt as though I had a big cock, not a tiny prick.

"I'm all the way in now Sally, so I'm going to start to fuck you. Try to relax, as I'm intending to make this last."

I started thrusting in and out, gently at first, slowly picking up the pace. With each inward thrust she grunted like a woman tennis player at Wimbledon, which only spurred me on.

"Go Rob, go," the guys started calling out in unison, "fuck the bitch, ream her arse."

I had never in my life imagined joining in with the rape of my own wife, but there I was, having the time of my life. The feel of her ass was superb, so much more suitable for my undersized prick. Her rear passage felt like velvet on the head of my cock.

I realised that my wife had slept with quite a lot of men before me, and that she had been stretched to accommodate them, making her vagina too big to be of any use to me, or for me to be able to satisfy her.

I knew it wouldn't take me long to climax, and all too soon I could feel the sap rising. I didn't try to delay my orgasm, I just let it happen, and when it did, it was fantastic, epic, the best ever.

"I'm going to be doing that often from now on." I announced to my impaled wife, once my ejaculating had stopped.

"That's fine, I'll never deny you." Which was music to my ears.

"Ok you love birds, time for someone else to have some fun. This will be the last act in our little performance. Rob, climb off your wife and lie on your front next to her. Now grip the headboard bars and don't let go until Barry is finished with you." Steve instructed.

My heart sank, I had been hoping that it was just a threat. My arse felt very vulnerable. I looked into my darling wife's eyes, and what I saw in them was excitement.

"Steve's going to fuck me, I'm so excited, he has a bigger cock than any I've ever had inside me and I'm sure it'll feel amazing. Here's Barry, erect and ready to fuck you, enjoy."

I felt the bed dip as Steve climbed between my excited wife's legs and start to enter her sloppy pussy.

"Oh Rob, he feels so good inside me!"

I felt Barry's finger enter my virgin anus, pushing past my reluctant sphincter, I could feel the lubricant as he finger fucked me. Soon a second finger joined the first, stretching me, getting me ready to accept his big hard cock.

Next to me my happy wife was grunting and panting like a woman in labour, squeezing my arm with each thrust, grinning throughout.

"He feels so good in me Rob, so big, so hard, so fit, I have to make him my lover, he's so masterful." I couldn't believe what she was saying, she was planning to make the leader of her rapists into her lover. She was saying that he was masterful because he just took her, clearly drawing an unfavourable comparison with me, her husband, who was about to be anally raped.

My wife was starting her approach her climax as I felt Barry on the bed between my spread legs. He rested his left hand between my shoulder blades, and positioned the head of his hard cock at the entrance to my nervous arse. He applied a little pressure as my wife got closer and closer to cumming.

"Enter him when I start to cum Barry, I'll tell you when."

"Ok sweetheart, I'll wait for your go." He increased the pressure on my defenceless bum hole, but didn't quite pop through.

"This is it," my wife announced, "I'm going to cum."

Steve kept pumping in and out as Sally's orgasm got closer and closer, there was no stopping her climax, and nothing stopping my imminent de-flowering.

"Go Barry!" she shouted, "fuck him now!

I felt all of Barry's weight behind the head of his cock. My ring was over run in moments, his cock head breached my inadequate defence and he was in me. I was nearly in tears.

I had imagined that Barry would do what I did for my wife and work his way into me, but he just drove all the way in and started pumping in and out. Fucking me forcefully, taking his pleasure from my rear passage.

"Sally, put your hand under Rob, and see if he's hard." Barry asked.

My wife, who was just lying recovering, with Steve still inside her, slipped her right hand underneath me, and, to my shame, I knew she was going to discover me hard, erect from being fucked by a man.

"Wow Barry, he's so totally hard." She started stroking my cock, and it felt great.

"Why don't you just let yourself cum darling, you know you want to."

I was willing my body not to betray me, but I could feel my balls tingling, and I knew I was going to do the unthinkable and cum in her hand while I was being fucked.

"Cum baby, cum for Sally, show us how much you are enjoying being fucked by Barry. He has such a lovely big cock, you are a very lucky little girl, cum for Sally, cum for Barry."

Then it happened. My orgasm rushed out of my balls, up my little shaft, and into Sally's hand.

"Good boy," she cooed, "fill my hand with cum."

And fill it I did, as Barry fucked me faster and faster, harder and harder, I came, and came, and came. When I finally stopped ejaculating into my wife's hand there was a pause, we all four just lay still, interconnected, taking stock. Finally Sally broke the spell.

"Lift up Rob, I need to get my hand out."

I lifted my torso up with some difficulty, as I had to lift Barry's weight as well. He was still completely embedded in my arse, and his cock didn't seem to be shrinking much.

My wife's cum filled palm appeared in front of my face.

"Lick it all up," she ordered.

I felt Barry's hand snaking underneath me, heading for my groin.

"Do as she says, lick up all your cum, you need to get used to the taste, I love blow jobs."

I leaned towards her hand and started to lick up the gooey mess. It didn't taste too bad, but it certainly wasn't nice. There was so much of it, why had I cum so much more than usual, especially having already cum in my wife's cute arse. Perhaps it was the Viagra. Hopefully it wasn't the fact that a man was fucking me.

As soon as Sally judged her hand clean enough she slid it underneath me again, but this time she didn't touch my cock or balls, but I could feel her doing something. Then I felt Barry's cock start twitching. It had never gone fully soft, but now it was growing big again, and I knew why, my scheming wife was playing with his balls.

"No Sally, please no, I can't take any more!" I pleaded, pointlessly.

"Don't be silly darling, you loved it, you saw and tasted how much you enjoyed it. Anyway, Barry is still horny, you need to satisfy him."

Barry slowly started moving in and out of my abused arse again, as my wife transferred her hand to my balls.

"Come on Steve, give me one last hard fucking. Rob, I'm going to hold your balls while Steve fucks me, and, I suspect that when I cum I will squeeze your balls rather hard. Please feel free to scream. Barry, take your time and really enjoy yourself."




The Party



"I'll try Sally," he replied, "but I have to admit, I'm really turned on, and if Rob starts screaming as you crush his balls, I won't be able to hold back."

"Ok, well let's all go for a simultaneous orgasm. Except Rob, of course."

Yet again, Barry was pounding in and out of my sore arse, while Steve was ramming his monster cock in and out of my wife's stretched vagina. The only difference was that my wife had a firm grip on my unfortunate testicles.

"I'm getting close guys," she announced, increasing the severity of her grip on my balls.

"Please Sally you're hurting me." I begged.

"Stand by for much worse darling, I'm starting to cum."

"Me too." Steve added.

Barry increased his pace to frenetic, banging in and out of my rear passage mercilessly.

"I'm cumming screamed my wife." Crushing my poor balls in an indescribably hard grip. I screamed and screamed.

"That's fantastic Sally, don't let go, I'm nearly there." Barry yelled.

"Cum Steve, fill me up," she encouraged her lover, "there you are, fill me with it all."

I was crying and screaming as her grip got even tighter and Barry continued pumping in and out of me.

"I'm cumming now!" he yelled, "keep squeezing Sally, it feels so good."

Finally he stopped cumming in my bowels.

"You can let go of him now Sally, I've finished."

"That's a shame, I was having fun."

We all rolled apart, and I tried to calm down.

"Joe, do you want to fuck Sally again?" Steve asked, "Sally, get on your knees in front of Joe and make him hard again, so he can fuck you."

"Yes Steve." She answered obediently.

"Barry you need to do another bar run, you've had your quota for now."

"Rob, you and I need to talk about the future, sit in the chair and relax." Steve instructed, "So, Sally is going to be my lover from now on, but as she promised, you can fuck her arse and demand blow jobs whenever you want from now on, ok?"

"Yes, I guess so, she's never going to be satisfied with just me after this evening." I admitted, reluctantly.

"Well done Rob, it's hard to accept something like that, I imagine," he empathised as best he could, "there is a further proviso though."

"Oh, what?" I asked suspiciously.

"From now on you are Barry's bitch. He will fuck you whenever he wants, expect frequent blow jobs, share you with his gay friends, and basically do whatever he likes with you," he raised his hand as I started to object, "this isn't a discussion, I'm telling you what's going to happen. You'll just have to accept it, otherwise, I'll personally chop off your cock and balls. Do you understand?"

"Yes Steve, I understand." I was defeated, destroyed.

"Cheer up," Steve admonished, "you may learn to enjoy it with time. If not, tough shit."

Tough shit indeed. The evening didn't end there either, with a few drinks inside them, and the help of the Viagra tabs, both my wife and I got fucked many more times over the course of the night. Barry even rang a couple of gay friends to join the party, and they both gave my sore arse a real pounding.



The Party



Lisa couldn't believe her luck! Heather had just called and invited her out Saturday night. She said there was going to be a small gathering of some way cool people. 

Lisa has had a secret crush on heather ever since she met her at work. She was older, beautiful and seemed to have a dark side that intrigued Lisa. She has often fantasized about her. She didn't even think she knew who she was, let alone invite her out. 

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. Lisa envisioned a night of fun and then romance. In her fantasy, heather 'showed her the way'. Lisa only had a few moments with girls in school. She had never been with a real woman. Mmmmm, her pussy was tingling just thinking about. 

Heather called again Friday and set up everything. Heather would pick up Lisa at 7. Lisa could barely keep her hands out of her panties as 7 o'clock approached. 

She heard heather pull up and ran outside to meet her. She jumped into her convertible and off they sped.

"Have you ever been to a high school party?" Heather asked Lisa as they drove. 

"Yeah like 4 years ago, when I was in high school." Lisa laughed. 

Heather laughed with her, "no, not like that. I keep forgetting that you are so young. I mean when adults get together and do juvenile things." 

"Like what?" Lisa asked. 

"Like we play truth or dare, spin the bottle and my fav, 7 minutes in heaven." Heather explained. 

"I didn't even do that in high school." Lisa blushed. 

"Well then you don't know what fun it can be! You'll see, we'll be there soon." Heather said. 

Lisa's mind crept into a dark place. All these games being played, but the dares go to heather, the closet was going to be her and heather. And when heather spun the bottle, it would land on her. He pussy twitched. She couldn't wait.

They arrived at the house in the hills. It was a beautiful place. Lisa could see people already milling around inside. 

Heather didn't even knock, she just strode right in. 

"The party is here bitches!" She yelled to the group. Everyone swarmed heather with greetings and hugs. Soon heather was introducing Lisa around the room. Lisa thought, 'this is what the cool kids are doing after they grow up'. They had drinks and great conversation. That's when the host made the announcement. "Truth or dare in this room, spin the bottle in this room, 7 minutes in heaven over here and maybe later...rainbow party!" 

The crowd cheered. 

"What shall we do first?" Heather asked Lisa. 

"I don't know..." Lisa blushed again. "You pick."

Heather looked around a bit and said. 

"Spin the bottle!" And then she lead the way.

They joined the circle, already in progress. One of the players reminded them of the rules. "When you spin, you have to kiss whomever it lands on, and if you don't, you have to pay with an article of clothing." 

"Sounds like fun." Lisa whispered into heathers ear, but felt very apprehensive. 

The game went on without the bottle landing on either girls. Some couples kissed, some socks and belts came off. All very tame. 

Then the bottle landed on heather. It was spun by an older gentleman. He just sat staring at heather, with a goofy grin. 

Lisa thought heather would remove something, but instead, she leapt at the man and kissed him passionately. 

Lisa was taken back, her heart sunk. 

Heather spun the bottle, it landed on a cute girl. The girl looked shy, but then was suddenly all over heather. Their kiss was deep and loving, like they've done this before. 

Lisa just wanted to leave. 

The game went on, both girls lost some socks. Lisa thought it was weird that all the clothes went into a big garbage can.

"Let's go play truth or dare!" Heather suddenly said. 

Lisa jumped up and went with her, she never got her kiss. 

"Can I get my socks?" She asked heather. 

"Oh no my dear, you don't get any clothing back until the party is over!" She said, laughing.

The girls ran to the next room. The party looked much crazier in here. 

Lisa was shocked to see a couple topless girls, a few shirtless guys and OMG! A naked guy, only wearing socks. And he seemed very comfortable with it. 

"Now here's where the freaks are!" Heather said, embracing the nude man. 

Lisa thought,'at least this party is full of the beautiful people'.

The girls joined the fun. Someone immediately picked heather, "truth or dare?"

"Truth!" Heather said. 

The group made a audible noise, like, uh-ho. 

"Have you ever slept with another woman?" The man asked. 

"Of course!" She said laughing. 

"Truth or dare...Lisa!" 

Lisa's heart jumped! What should she do? 

"Dare", escaped her mouth before she even thought of the answer. 

The crowd almost cheered. Lisa flushed.

Heather thought about it. Then she got a devious look. "I dare you...to...kiss chucks cock." 

Lisa looked at the nude man, and then at his limp dick. 

"That's not chuck," she said, "that's chuck." Pointing at a big, handsome black guy. 

"I know miss Lilly-white goody two shoes has never seen a big black cock before...let alone kiss one." She said folding her arms. 

Lisa looked back at chuck. His cock was now in his hand, it was as big and black as he was. 

Lisa's mind raced, she only had four articles of clothing left. Pants, shirt, bra and undies. 

Off came her shirt, "sorry chuck," she said to him smiling. 

Chuck laughed, "I'll get ya next time,".

"You better get a little freaky or you are going to be naked soon my dear." Heather said, admiring Lisa's beautiful body. "But I won't mind." She winked. Lisa started feeling good again. 

A couple more drinks and a few more rounds of truth or dare and the party was getting into full swing. 

Girls sucked on men, men sucked on men. People were naked all over the house. Even heather was down to bra and panties.

Heather took a dare on her next turn. 

"I dare you to lick my asshole!" The girl asking was really drunk and only had panties on. 

"Malinda!! I hardly know you!" Heather said, acting appalled. 

Off came her bra. She waggled her beautiful breasts around. 

Lisa couldn't believe her eyes. She stared dreamily at heather. Almost drooling. 

The spell was broken by heather. "Well? Truth or dare leeesssaaa!" 

"Truth." She cooed. 

"Do you wanna spend 7 minutes in heaven with me?" Heather said. 

Lisa swooned. "Yes."

The topless girl grabbed Lisa's hand and lead her out of the room. 

"Hey it's her turn!" Someone called as they left. 

Heather guided her through a sea of bodies. Some clothed, some not. People danced. People were making love. Right there for all to see. Lisa was in a dream like state. They entered the room with the big walk-in closet. A few people were outside timing the couple in the closet. 

"It's our turn." Heather said to the group. 

"In 2 more minutes darling." The timer said. 

"Now!" Said heather and opened the door. 

A shocked man looked up from the ass fucking he was getting. The other guy just kept on fucking him. 

"I'm almost there!" He grunted. 

The crowd by the door silently looked on. 

The man pumped a few more times and then started shuddering and grunting from his orgasm. 

The crowd cheered. 

Lisa barely knew about any of this scene. She couldn't take her eyes off of heathers gorgeous body. Her full perky tits. Her round smooth ass. Her skin was like fresh cinnamon. To lisa, she was a goddess. Lisa would worship her if she could.

The sweaty men cleared out of the closet. 

Heather lead Lisa inside and shut the door. 

Lisa's mouth immediately went straight to heathers. The two women passionately kissed and petted each other. 

Heather had Lisa's bra off quickly and slid herself out of her panties. Lisa could smell heathers sweet aroma. She knew she was just as hot for her as she was. The women's tongues swirled around, mingling with lips and heated breath. Soon Lisa's jeans were on the floor. Hard nipples collided and rubbed against each other. 

Suddenly heathers mouth moved to Lisa's ear and then her neck. Lisa's pussy felt like it was dripping. 

Heather continued down. She was kneeling now. Kissing Lisa's between her breasts. Lisa trembled, her knees felt weak. 

Heather kissed down her tummy. Lisa could feel the goose flesh creep over her arms and butt. Heather got nearer and nearer to Lisa's moist box. She swooned as her tongue ran around her thigh. Lisa's eyes closed. She was going to cum as soon as heather touched her there. 

Heathers tongued and kisses danced to Lisa's inner thigh. She could feel the juice dripping down. Heather gently slid Lisa's panties down around her ankles. She kissed even closer and closer to Lisa's trembling pussy. Lisa could feel heathers hot breath on her pouting lips. Heathers tongue touched her clit. That's when Lisa started to explode and that's when the door opened. 

Everyone watched as Lisa convulsed with the hottest orgasm she ever had.

Lisa collapsed onto the clothing riddled floor. She shuddered and trembled trying to regain control over herself. The crowd outside the door was cheering and applauding. Lisa looked up and heather was taking bows. 

Lisa didn't know what to think. Such an intimate moment was turned into a freak show. Lisa tried to stand, tried to gather her clothes. 

"Oh no!" Heather said. "You and I are staying nude!"

Lisa shot a look at heather. Heather sensed her animosity. 

She held out her hand. "It will be okay angel. You're with me." 

Lisa's heart raced again. She felt as if heather radiated love. And Lisa was basking in the light. 

She took heathers hand and walked away from the leering crowd. Lisa stayed right behind heather. Still feeling very shy. No one had really ever seen her nude. Even her lovers only shared moments in the dark, or candlelight. But never like this. 

The woman walked back among the party goers. Lisa started feeling a bit more relaxed because of all the other nude people. No one seemed to be ashamed about anything they were doing. Sex was going on everywhere. Girls jumped from one cock to another. Another woman was surrounded by men. She was sucking off all of them. Lisa just soaked in every scene.

Lisa and heather walked through the spacious house. Checking out the whole scene, and participating here and there. 

"Heather, I need you, to taste you. To pleasure you." Lisa whispered, not believing the words coming out of her mouth. 

Heather turned and gazed into Lisa's eyes. Then their mouths met. Soft, moist lips collided. 

Heather pulled away, Lisa was lost in ecstasy. 

"Will you do anything for me?" Heather cooed. 

"Anything!" Lisa immediately answered, lost in lust.

Heather kissed Lisa's neck. Lisa's nipples hardened, her pussy moistened. 

"Anyyythinggg...!" Lisa moaned. 

"Come with me." Heather said grabbing Lisa's hair.

She lead Lisa back into the 'truth it dare' room. 

"Chuck!" Heather yelled. "Chuck! I need you to fuck this whore!" 

Lisa couldn't believe what she was hearing. She awoke from her dream-like trance. 

"Heather..." She whined. 

"If you love me! You'll do what I ask!" Heather replied. 

Chuck strode over. 

"What's up baby?" He asked heather. 

Heather kissed chuck on the cheek. 

"Charles, this beautiful young lady has never had black meat. In fact, I'm not sure if she has ever had meat!" 

"Heather!" Lisa said a bit sternly. 

Heather pulled Lisa close. "Baby, if you still love me more, than big, black cock, tell me after your done." 

Heather gazed into Lisa's eyes. Lisa was again, transfixed.

Chuck started unzipping his pants. 

"Told ya I'd get ya." Chuck laughed as he pulled out his cock. 

His heavy cock fell forward and bounced, semi-hard. It was still the biggest cock Lisa ever seen. 

"Suck it Lisa." Heather whispered. 

Lisa couldn't take her eyes off of chucks enormous cock. She fell to her knees.

Lisa grabbed chucks cock with both hands. She pulled and stroked on it. Heather dropped down behind Lisa. She ran her hands up Lisa's thighs, ass and stomach. Lisa tilted her head back so she could kiss heather. 

The women embraced into a erotic paradise.

Chuck undid his drawers and kicked them out of the way. 

Heather broke the kiss and directed her attention to chucks now throbbing cock. 

Lisa looked back, and her mouth fell onto his pulsating member.

While Lisa sucked and kissed chucks cock, heathers hands ran up and down Lisa's trembling body. 

Chucks semen rose. Lisa's hot mouth working his cock. Heathers hands pawing at Lisa. All of the gorgeous bodies and sex going on the entire evening, it was too much for chuck. He exploded in Lisa's mouth without warning. 

Lisa's head shot back, yet every stream of chucks powerful orgasm still splattered all over her. 

Heather was in heaven. She rubbed and licked the jizz off of Lisa's body.

Lisa was lost in lust. Heathers tongue worked Lisa's neck and breasts. Her mouth, thick with cum met Lisa's mouth. Their tongues swirled the creamy treat around. Lisa could care less about the mans cum, she just wanted to be kissed and held by heather forever. 

A small crowd once again circled around the beautiful nude girls. More hard cocks floated in Lisa's face. 

"Suck them all!" Heather told Lisa. 

Lisa's mouth found a rock hard cock and she swallowed it down. Her head bobbing back and forth. She would do anything heather asked at this point. One cock was replaced by another and then another. Heathers mouth nibbled on Lisa's breasts and nipples. Every once in a whole she would nozzle a cock or ball sack. Making the men wild. 

Lisa felt another spray of semen across her lips. Heather quickly caught the jizz as it dripped down Lisa's chin. And then slipped it back into her mouth. 

Another man unloaded his orgasm right at both girls. Heather was in a frenzy, Lisa was in heaven. 

Heather lay Lisa back and straddled her head. Heathers mouth went right to Lisa's pouting, wet pussy. Lisa returned the favor, her tongue dove deep into heathers sweet cunt. It was the first time she tasted heathers pussy and it was better then she could ever have imagined.

A man kneeled down right above Lisa's head. Lisa barely realized this because of her blinded ecstasy. The man entered heather. His balls started slapping her thighs and Lisa's forehead. Lisa kept licking and sucking heathers lips and clit. Heathers orgasm was ignored by everyone except Lisa. She tasted the sweet honey sliding down the mans shaft, she felt her body tense, felt the goose flesh ripple across her thighs. Heathers head rose as she came. Only to have a cock forced into her mouth as she did. Heather had a cock in her mouth and her pussy. Lisa worked her pussy with her tongue, heathers next orgasm was even more violent then the last. 

The man came inside heathers pussy, his grunts and moans subsided as his cock fell back out. His cum slid onto Lisa's probing tongue. The combination of heathers sweet juices and the mans cum pushed lisa over the edge again. Heathers fingers slid up and down Lisa's wet slit as she came. Both girls held each other tight, trembling. In love.

They lay slumped on the floor for a very long time. Party goers started to disperse. The girls just lay, basking in their new found love. Holding each other, a small kiss here, another there. Hands petting each other all over. 

The girls were about the only ones left when the host broke the spell. 

"Ladies, you guys were the stars of the show, but the party is over." He said kindly. 

The girls arose, dazed, all most confused as to where they were. 

They found a few articles of clothing, enough to get them home. They walked, hand in hand out into the cool, dark night. 

"I do love you more then cock heather." Lisa said sweetly as the walked to the car. 

Heather embraced Lisa with a kiss. 

Both wondered what adventure they would find next.



The Party



This is a fictional story containing slut wife, open marriage, and some light homosexual material. If that turns you off, don't read it. If it turns you on and you are over 18, please enjoy away and don't let anyone tell you that what you like is wrong.




"A few of my friends from work are throwing a party. I want to go." 

I looked up at my wife. "Okay. Am I invited?"

"Yes," this caused me to raise my eyebrows. Usually spouses weren't invited to her work parties. In response to my look Trisha continued, "this isn't a work party. It's just a few friends from work getting together. Mona and Bill are hosting."

I'd met Mona before, not her husband Bill though. Mona was a vivacious, buxom, free spirited woman who enjoyed every moment of her life. Some of the stories Trisha, my wife, had told of her were steamy to say the least. The first time I'd met Mona she gave me a long tight hug and a full blown French kiss that had set my libido on fire. My wife had not been upset about the kiss. It was just Mona being Mona.

"Who all will be there?" I asked while trying not to sound too interested.

"I'm not sure. Probably Adam Loya and his wife Anna. I think Debbie and whichever boytoy she brings. Oh, Stacy will be there. I don't know if Larry will come or not. He is a lot like you." 

By that my wife meant anti-social, which wasn't really true. I'm not anti-social, I'm anti-stupid. It just so happens that most "social" people are terribly stupid and dull. There is nothing I dislike more than being caught by some droning political fanatic who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. 

"So when is the party?" 

"Friday night. We'll need to be at Mona's around eight."

"Do you really want me to go?" I asked with a smile on my face.

Trisha turned to face me and put her hands on her hips. "Yes."

"You know my price for attending parties with you." I grinned. My wife liked to go to boring parties with boring people. A couple of years ago as our sex life dwindled to near nothing I had started refusing to go to parties I knew would be nearly unbearable and eventually she and I had worked out that if she wanted me to accompany her to a boring party then she would put out for me first. 

"Maybe tonight." She turned and started out of the room. "But this party is not going to be boring. With Mona hosting I guarantee it." With that she forced a grin onto her face and left.

I actually agreed with her, but we hadn't had sex in over a month and I wasn't going to let this chance go to waste. I thought about that. During the last year our sex life had really gone to hell and I often wondered if my wife was having an affair. I had been in open relationships in the past and if my wife had a lover, well, it wasn't the end of the world. The problem wasn't the need for variety, hell I liked variety too, it was the deceit. I hoped she wasn't lying to me. 

The decline had started out innocently enough. A headache here, a backache there progressed to a just general, "I don't feel like it tonight." These nights became more and more regular and I got more and more frustrated, but my only choices were divorce Trisha, force her to put out, or live with it. I loved Trisha and would never force a woman to have sex with me if she did not want it, so I was left with living with it. I hinted constantly. I went out of my way to seduce her, flowers, chocolate, candles, gifts. You name it I tried it, but nothing revitalized her passion. Eventually I gave up. That is a sad thing for a husband to do, but I admit after constant rejection my wall was going up and I gave up. I started spending way too many nights masturbating in the bathroom before going to bed and sleeping next to a woman I only dreamed of fucking every night.

I also blamed myself, at least in part. Really a big part. When I met Trisha, I had just come off an open relationship where sex ruled and there wasn't much more between us. Eventually the sex just wasn't enough. I had taken a long look at my life and decided that I wanted more than just a sexual relationship. I wanted love, commitment, and a life partner. The problem was that I attracted the wrong type of women. All the women I knew were wild. All the women I had ever been with were wild. So I made a change. I met Trisha through Larry, a guy who was so straight laced I knew that anyone he introduced me to would be a very different kind of woman.

When Trisha and I met, I had just come out of a relationship with a woman I thought loved me. Nadia and I had done everything that a couple and more can do sexually. We'd had threesomes and foursomes. I had watched Nadia pull a train and she had two of her girl friends fuck me with her. It had been incredible sex but Nadia and I were not truly compatible outside the bedroom. The real world had torn us apart and I had vowed to find a good girl and settle down. That was one of the first things I had told Trisha. On our first date Trisha asked me what kind of women I liked. What I told her wasn't a lie, exactly. At the time I truly believed it was gospel. I had said that I was looking for a quiet girl who wanted a solid long-term relationship with out all the head games. And that is who Trisha had always been. I had found my friend and life partner, but I missed the sex.

As our love life decreased Trisha's work parties continued, but most of the time it was just for employees. The few times I was invited the parties were insufferably boring and so I did not object to not being invited. There was always internet porn to keep me busy while my wife was out. Our sex life continued to spiral down to the point that I didn't even get sex on my birthday or on our anniversary. I was really beginning to think of divorce. I even made up speeches where I told Trisha she needed to decide if she wanted to be my wife or my ex-wife, but she would have to make a choice. I never actually used any of those speeches, though. I also started seeing signs of frustration in my wife and I realized we were firmly in a rut and neither of us knew what to do about it. A week before my wife told me of the party, I had contacted a lawyer and spent a hundred and fifty dollars for him to tell me what the process of getting a divorce was. I told him I hadn't made up my mind but I'd contact him in a week or two.

That night Trisha and I made love. I tried to liven it up a little but when I attempted to touch my wife's sweet pussy, she pushed my hand away. "Don't that is dirty."

"It's not dirty, sweetheart, it is just me giving you pleasure."

"You would think I was a tramp if I let you do that."

I raised up on my elbow and looked at her in the dark. "Why do you think that?"

"I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to think I am a tramp."

"I don't baby."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Promise me you will never think bad of me, no matter what I do."

How in the hell could I promise that? "Sweetheart, why would I ever think bad of you. You are the sweetest, most wonderful woman I know. I just want you to loosen up a little and enjoy life."

"I enjoy life more than you know. You are a good husband and I haven't been a very good wife at all."

"Sweetheart, don't worry. We will get out of this rut."

Trisha rolled over onto her side to face me. "I love you, Mark. I have always loved you. I haven't been a good wife, but I want to fix that. I want you and I to be in sync and together, but for that to happen you have to promise me that you will not think bad of me, no matter what."

She was starting to kinda of weird me out. I've never known my solid, conservative, prudish wife to be like this. She was always sure of herself, always confident. Now it seemed that for the first time I was seeing a new side of her. Or maybe I was just getting a glimpse of someone else who had always been there, hidden from me. 

"Is there something you need to tell me, sweetheart?"

"Yes, there are a million things I need to tell you. But I can't. I know I have to, but I can't. Please." Her voice took a tone of pleading. "Please, tell me that no matter what I have done or what I do, you won't hate me." Tears brimmed in her eyes threatening to spill out onto her lovely cheeks.

Now I know I'm a dumbass. All men are when it comes to women. But even I knew that we were at a turning point in our relationship. I didn't have a clue of what had brought us there or where the turns led but I was just smart enough to know that if I fucked this up it would be the worst mistake of my life. In that moment the scent of my wife filled my nostrils, and the soft light reflected off the smooth roundness of her heaving breasts. Her eyes were full of tears, she wasn't crying, but the tears were there threatening to flow. I looked at her and I took a deep breath.

"I promise that no matter what you have done or what you do, I will always love you." I meant that. I have always been a man who says what he means, at least when I know what I mean. The relief on her face was immediately evident but I didn't stop. "Now you need to understand something else." I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I pushed on. "I will love you, no matter what. But you need to make a decision. You need to decide if you want to be my wife or my ex-wife." Wow, I had said it. "I'm tired of being your roommate. I'm tired of being rejected out of hand with no thought of how it makes me feel. I'm tired of having to bargain with you for sex."

Her face had gone white and then red and then dark as I spoke but at the end she nodded. "I want to be your wife. But I need you to love who I am, not who you think I am or who you want me to be."

What the fuck! I'm a little slow on the uptake but reality was beginning to dawn on me. Softly, as gently as I could I said, "I don't think I know who you are, but I want to. There is a woman behind the mask you show me and I think I'm going to love getting to know her, but I can't love her if you keep her hidden from me."

"You want to see the woman behind the mask?" Her voice was gruff and low, a sure sign of how angry I had made her. "I'll show you the woman behind the mask. You want me to be your wife, but you don't know what you are getting yourself into. I'm not the woman you think I am, Mark. I never have been. Tonight I'm going to expose myself. I'm going to lay myself bare in front of you. If I'm going to lose you, I'm going to lose you as me." 

And she grabbed me and pushed me back on the bed. The covers flew off the bed as she landed on top of me, knocking my breath out. Her lips pressed into mine and she shoved her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. Trish had never kissed me like that, not in a year of dating and not in our three years of marriage. Sex with my wife had always been reserved. She had never been assertive or even very active in our love making. Now suddenly she was a wild cat. The kiss lasted a long time and I ran my hands up her sides to caress her breasts. Usually if I tried to touch her breasts she would allow only a quick feel and then push my hands away. Not tonight, tonight she moaned into my mouth as I caressed her. She moved her lips from my mouth and down onto my neck, kissing all the way. It felt incredible. I had been with a lot of other women before meeting Trish and I always enjoyed the ones who were active in love making. Trish had never been that way, but I always thought I could loosen her up over time. Just the opposite had actually happened. It seemed the longer we were married the more reserved she'd become. 

Her mouth moved down lower, kissing my chest and then she took one of my nipples into her mouth. Women if your man tells you his nipples aren't sensitive, he is lying. I love having my nipples sucked and bitten and for the first time, Trisha was doing just that. Her breasts were now too far down for me to caress so I let my hands move to her shoulders. To my surprise Trisha moved even lower, kissing down my stomach, lower and lower. Her hands came up and she took my nipples between her finger and thumb and gently twisted. The feeling was more erotic than anything she had ever done to me. Then her mouth reached my cock. My eyes flew open wide. Never, never had I ever in my wildest dreams believed that my demure, conservative wife would give me a blow job, but she took my cock into her mouth just far enough that the head was fully between her lips. As she held my cock in her mouth her tongue danced around my knob. It felt incredible and I groaned and looked down at her. She looked up and me and smiled around my cock. Then she pressed forward taking my entire cock into her mouth. 

I have had many blowjobs in my life, but I'd only had a few women take my whole cock into her mouth before. I felt the head of my cock press against the back of Trisha's throat and then she swallowed and pushed forward at the same time. My knob pushed down her throat and kept going. She pushed forward more and her nose was buried in my pubic hair. My God, how incredible it felt. My wife was giving me the best head I'd ever had and I didn't know she even knew what a blow job was. Then she swallowed again. The sensation was heavenly. It was like having my cock massaged and sucked at the same time. Trisha pulled back until just the knob was left in her mouth and again her tongue flicked and slid all around the head of my cock. Thrusting back down she once again took my entire cock down her throat. Again and again she repeated the cycle, when I thought I would cum, she would back off and then wrap her hand around the base of my cock until the feeling passed and then she started back up again. Time after time she did this and then finally she rose up and moved forward on me.

"Did you like that baby? Do you think I'm a slut for sucking your cock? Do you want to fuck me now? Do you want to fuck your slut wife?"

"That doesn't make you a slut, baby, that just makes you incredible, but yes I do want to fuck you now. Come on up here baby, fuck me now."

The answer must have pleased her because she pushed her pussy down onto my cock, impaling herself on me. I grunted and she grunted and then she began to bounce up and down on my cock. She was squeezing her pussy on my cock, milking me and I knew I wasn't going to last very long but I resisted cumming with everything I had. Trisha rode me hard and then rode me slow. All the while she kept talking dirty to me. The dirty talk was a new thing too. She had always been quiet in bed, never moaning or telling me she liked it or anything else. Now as she rode me she kept up a sexy banter with me.

"Do you like my pussy, Mark?"

"Oh, yeah."

"You like me fucking you?"

"Yes baby, I love the way you are fucking me."

"I loved the way your cock tasted."

"I loved the way your mouth felt."

"I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum."

I didn't know what to say to that. "Mmm, baby that is so sexy."

"Do you want to fuck me in the ass? Do you want to feel how my ass feels wrapped around your cock?"

Wow, where did this all come from. It was too much for me and I came hard deep inside my wife's pussy. Over and over again I spurted my love deep inside of her. 

"That's it baby, fill my pussy with your cum. Load me up. Fill me up, baby. I love having your cum inside me."

I was playing with her breasts and thrusting hard into her pussy and just as my orgasm neared the end I felt her pussy contract around my cock as she came. As far as I know that was the first time I had ever made my wife orgasm and it was the most erotic experience I'd had in four years. Once we both came down she rolled off me and turned her back to me. I thought I heard her crying. I snuggled up to her and took her in my arms.

I was very confused. My prudish wife of three years had just given me a pro level blowjob. No woman deep throats on her first blowjob. Had she learned that before we met? Had she been perfecting her technique on other men for the last three years? My mind was spinning and my emotions were reeling. I was married to a stranger, but she was definitely a stranger I wanted to get to know better. Maybe it was the afterglow of the best sex I'd had in years, but I made up my mind that no matter what Trisha had done, I was going to forgive her and do my best to build our new relationship better than before.

After a few moments I also realized that Trisha was sobbing. I pulled her tighter into me. "What is wrong sweetheart. That was incredible."

She turned over and I could see she had tears running down her face. "Do you still love me?"

"Of course, that was beautiful."

"But now you know."

"Now I know you are a sensual woman? What is wrong with that?"

"It's all coming apart. I'm supposed to be chaste and pure for you. That is what you want, but I can't be that."

"Chaste and pure? Baby, that is a crock of horse shit. No man wants his wife to be chaste and pure. He wants her to be alive and vibrant and real and that is what you were tonight."

She gave me a weak smile. "You say that tonight but how will you feel in the morning?"

"Like the luckiest man in the world." 

"Will you, Mark? Will you still love me when you know me? Don't answer. I don't want you to lie to me and you don't know the answer."

I looked at her, she looked terrified. "I do know the answer, Trisha. I will love you forever." 

Trisha put a finger on my lips. "No, don't say that. You don't know that. Just hold me tonight, please."

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss and I held her until we fell asleep together.

The next night, Thursday, Trisha wore a sheer blue negligee that I didn't even know she owned. It was amazing. It showed off her beautiful breasts beneath the flimsy translucent top and showcased her slim waist and full hips. Her coal black pubic hair clearly showed through the filmy fabric that covered her crotch and I could even see her pussy lips, full and beautiful, swelling out from her sex. I thought for a moment that my eyes were going to fall out of my head. I had never seen my wife like this. Even on our honeymoon she had worn a conservative gown that had hidden her charms. 

I openly stared, drinking in the sight of the most beautiful woman I had ever known. I know that is a cliché, but it was also a stone cold fact. 

She gave me a sad smile. "You like?"

"I love." I smiled at her and then took her in my arms and kissed her.

"Mark, don't make this bad for me. Just take me and fuck me tonight. Please give me a night I'll remember for the rest of my life."

I was confused. Her manner was that of a woman going to her death but instead of reassurance she wanted sex. A woman who had casually denied me sex for two years suddenly wanted it but was making me feel like I was condemning her to death.

I pulled back away from her, holding her shoulders. I looked into her eyes and could see the pain and the tears there. "I can't do what you want." Her lip quivered. "I love you. I don't know what you are hiding from me. Oh, I think I have a clue, but I don't know."

She put a finger to my lips to quiet me. "Tomorrow you will know. But not tonight. Please give me tonight without asking questions. Tomorrow you may very well hate me. At the very least you will not think of me the same, but tonight, I want to be the wife I have always wanted to be for you. Give me that. Tomorrow will be what it has to be."

"Why are you shaking so hard?" She was trembling from head to toe. "What are you so afraid of?"

"You! Me! The truth, the lies, everything."

Suddenly I knew. I knew my wife had been unfaithful. I knew that the woman who had fucked me the night before had fucked another man, probably other men, and she was sure, absolutely convinced that she was going to lose me. She didn't know my past. It occurred to me that whatever lies she had told me, I had deceived her as well. I hadn't meant to, it had just seemed right, but that did not change the facts. Apparently when I told her I wanted a good girl, she had taken it to heart. But now I knew it wasn't what I really wanted. I'd played the good husband and she'd played the good wife until neither one of us could take it anymore. We had hidden our true selves from each other and it had torn us apart.




The Party



I took Trisha by the hand and led her to the bed. That night we fucked for just the second time in our marriage. It was the fuck of a lifetime and Trisha made good on her request of the night before and made me cum in her mouth and then after she had me hard again, she had let me fuck her ass. Our session lasted until the early hours of the morning and we were both sweaty and exhausted when we both finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

Friday morning Trisha got up before me and hurried out the door to work before I could even talk to her. My only glimpse of her showed swollen blood shot eyes that had obviously been crying. I tried to catch her, but she pulled away.

"I'll see you tonight. Don't worry I will have it all together by then. I love you." And then she was gone.

Friday night came and true to her word Trisha was smiling and happy. She took extra time getting ready for the party. She always prepared for her parties with a bath and dressing nice, but this time she went beyond the usual. She took extra time with her silky deep brown hair, brushing it out until it shined and cascaded down her back to just below her shoulders. She put on makeup, not too much, but enough to highlight her already beautiful cheek bones and her dreamy brown eyes. She dressed like she usually did in a fairly conservative white button front blouse and a black skirt that came to just above her knee. Beneath the skirt she wore dark brown stockings that accented her long slim legs. She finished it off with a pair of three inch heels that really made her round ass look good. I was getting hard just looking at her.

As we left the house she stopped me. "Mark, tonight will change our lives. Please promise me that no matter what you won't freak out or blow up or do anything that will ruin the night. Tomorrow if you want a divorce I won't fight it. I'll understand, but please give me one night. You will see the real me tonight. If you hate me, I'll understand. I tried to be what you wanted for two years but I can't live a lie for the rest of my life. I need you to know who I am and if you can love me, the real me, then we have a chance."

That was the strangest thing my wife had ever said to me and it set off my spidey-sense full tilt. "Trisha, what is going to happen tonight?"

She looked at me in all seriousness. "I know you aren't happy with our sex life. Well at least not until this week." Ha, that was the understatement of the year. "I have known for some time that we needed to do something to get out of our rut. I've been trying and I now I realize that if it is going to work between us, we have to do that something together, not apart. "

I agreed with everything she said but my gut was still telling me there was more to this. "And..."

"And tonight may be how we break the ice and get back in sync with each other. Come on, promise me you will not freak out and then we will go."

I figured that whatever happened it would, at the very least, answer the question of whether or not I needed the slimy divorce lawyer. I nodded. "I promise Trisha."

She looked me in the eyes for a few more seconds and then nodded. "Okay, let's go."

We arrived at Mona and Bill's house a little after eight. There was only one car in the driveway so I knew we weren't the last ones to arrive. At the door Mona met us with her usual flamboyant style. I wasn't even surprised when during the long tongue kiss she gave me she also grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. Bill came up just as Mona broke away from me and introduced himself and then shook my hand. He gave Trisha a tight hug and I was a little surprised when his hand patted her bottom and even more surprised that she just giggled a little and gave him a peck on the cheek.

They led us into the house. It was a nice place with a beautiful entry hall that opened out into a large living room. The furnishings in the living room were nice. A large fifty inch television dominated one wall and a big fireplace filled out another. Two very plush leather couches and two matching loveseats were situated around the television and fireplace. A large leather recliner rounded out the ensemble.

Stacy, a tall woman with golden blonde hair, a broad forehead, prominent nose, high cheeks, full lips, and startlingly blue eyes was sitting on one of the loveseats with her husband Larry. I had known Larry for a long time, he was the one who had introduced me to Trisha. As I entered I said high to both. Stacy stood up and came to give me a hug. Larry went to Trisha. While Mona was full bodied with very large breasts, wide hips and a large ass, Stacy was a classic Viking woman. Tall and strong but not fat in the least. She had wide hips but an athletic build that made her look like a warrior princess. Stacy took me in her arms and kissed me full on the lips. That was a first. She had never before kissed me like that. By the time we broke our kiss, Larry and Trisha had parted and I missed seeing if she had kissed him or if he had taken any liberties like Bill had.

Bill asked everyone if they wanted something to drink and I took a Tom Collins. I had a suspicion that I might need it before the night was over. Trisha accepted a wine cooler. We all sat in the living room and talked. Debbie and her date, a young man named Jack arrived next. Debbie is the consummate cougar and Jack seemed nervous and intimidated by the whole scene, but Trisha gave him a long hug and a warm kiss and welcomed him to the party. Stacy followed Trisha and also have him a more than friendly kiss. 

Debbie was wearing a sheer black blouse that dipped down almost to her navel in the front and down almost to the top of her ass in the back. Her breasts were small, especially in comparison to Mona and Stacy, but her nipples were at full attention and holding the silk material of her blouse out in a wonderfully enticing way. She was a pretty woman with attractive green eyes and full red lips. Her raven black hair was probably dyed, but was still pretty and was cut into a short pixie cut that accented her face well. Her waist was thin and although her hips had filled in over the years they were still shapely. She wore a black skirt that was loose and reached her ankles, but the material was so thin that any light behind it made it almost transparent and as she stood in the entry way I realized that she was not wearing any panties under the skirt. 

Debbie walked straight up to me and took me in her arms, pressing her lips to my mouth and letting her tongue wind its way between my lips. I savored the intense sensation and marveled that I had now been kissed more times, more passionately than I had in three months excluding the last two nights. 

"I'm so glad Trisha talked you into coming tonight, Mark. I'm looking forward to this party so much more now that you are here." She gave me a wink and as she turned away she let her hand brush over my crotch. I didn't completely understand what was happening, but I had an idea and thought I liked it.

We were all standing around talking and Larry edged up close to me. "You know what is going on?"

"Not really but the girls all seem warmed up."

Larry laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. "Stacy threatened to cut my nuts off and shove them up my ass if I made a scene tonight."

"Were you planning on making a scene?"

"Nah, Stacy just thinks I'm a asshole."

"Well, you are an asshole." I gave Larry a grin. "Trisha pretty much made me promise not to make a scene too. So I guess I'm an asshole too."

This time Larry grinned. "Yeah, you have been since I've known you. So Debbie nearly took my tonsils out when she greeted me tonight."

"Dang, I thought it was just me." 

Larry laughed. "You ain't all that, man. She is one hot lady."

"Old enough to be her date's mom though."

"She likes to get em young and train them right. I hear her husband finds em for her."

"So Trisha tells me. She says his only thing is she can't keep them long enough to grow attached."

"I don't get that. I could never be that understanding."

"Even if you had that coming home to you at the end?"

"Stacy is enough for me." Larry gave me a grin. "I have to say that to keep my balls hanging straight."

"So you're saying that if Mona offered to let you play with those big titties, you'd turn her down?"

"Hell no. I'm not saying that. I'm an asshole, but I'm not a liar. I'm just saying if all I ever had was Stacy, I'd still die a happy man."

"I'm with you on that. I think I could be happy with Trisha too." I realized my answer was not as affirmative as his, but I let it slide. 

Just then the last couple arrived. Anna and Adam Loya. Anna was a classic Hispanic woman with big brown eyes, black hair and that beautiful Hispanic skin tone. She was a full figured woman with a little too much padding everywhere but when she smiled the whole room lit up and when she laughed it was infectious. Adam was tall and muscular. He was Hispanic as well and I guess he would be considered handsome. As soon as they walked into the room Trisha practically ran to him, threw her arms around him and gave him a long kiss. Anna watched it with an amused look on her face and then she looked around the room. She gave me a smile and then walked over to Bill and gave him a hug. I wasn't surprised when I saw Bill give her ass a good squeeze. Next she introduced herself to Jack with a warm hug. Larry got a long hug and a deep kiss from her and then she was in front of me. Trisha was still holding Adam's arm and talking to him quietly.

"Don't mind your wife." Anna said to me quietly. "I'll make sure you are taken care of properly." She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down to kiss me deeply. My God that woman could kiss. I felt my cock stirring and I know she felt it as well. When she finally broke the kiss she stayed in my arms for a moment looking into my eyes. "I know you don't know what is going to happen tonight, but I assure you that if you just let it happen and don't over think anything we will all have fun and you and your beautiful wife will go home together happily married and still in love."

The theory I already had was getting a hell of a lot of supporting evidence. I took in her words and while I'm not a philosopher by any stretch I know wisdom when I hear it. I resolved that whatever happened I would resist reacting until I at least had a chance to think it through. Anna pulled away from me and I realized I'd had my arms around her waist. She may have been a little chubby but she was one hell of a sexy woman.

A few minutes later Mona banged a spoon on a pan and got everyone's attention. "Everyone! Everyone! Okay, I think everyone except Larry and Mark knows what tonight is about, so everyone find your partner and we'll get started."

Larry and I looked at each other but then Trisha was by my side and Stacy took Larry's arm and we joined the circle in the living room. Without me noticing, the living room furniture had been moved back and thick padded mats were covering the solid wood floor. We all sat down on the mats in a circle and then Mona looked around at each of us.

"Okay, so we are going to play some party games to break the ice."

Larry, sitting between Trisha and Stacy to my left, spoke up. "Since Mark and I are the only ones in the dark will someone tell us what is going on?"

I was really glad Larry spoke up but it looked like I was the only one. Finally after a long pause, Mona said. "Okay Larry, I will explain. I'd hoped to break the ice first but I guess it might be better to get it out in the open.

"Bill and I are swingers. Adam and Anna are as well, and Debbie, well Debbie is Debbie." Debbie took a mock bow from the sitting position, leaning over deeply and I swear I caught a glimpse of a nipple as she did. Mona continued. "Stacy joined our group about nine months ago. Trisha joined about six months ago. Neither one felt comfortable without their husbands involved but they also did not know how to tell you. Two weeks ago they came to me and said they wanted to get you guys involved. I suggested this party. Okay it was a little more than that, we talked at length before we came up with this, but that is it in a nutshell."

Stacy turned to Larry. "Larry, I love you, but you know, you have to have known for a long time, I need more than you give me sexually. I can't go back to once-a-week love making in the missionary position. I don't want to lose you, but I need this."

Trisha then turned to me. "I have hidden the real me from you from the first time we met. You were such a good man and I fell head over heels in love with you when we first met, but I mistook your goodness for, well, for stodginess. I truly believed that if you knew I liked sex you would hate me."

I shook my head and started to speak but Trisha put a finger to my lips.

"No, don't speak yet. Please let me finish. Wednesday night I finally let go and let you see a little bit of who I really am. You did not react the way I thought you would. Your acceptance gave me hope. Thursday was for me, in case tonight goes bad. Tonight I'm going to take the biggest risk of my life and open up all the way. You told me I had to make a decision. Well after tonight you will have to make a decision too." She leaned forward and kissed me.

Mona cleared her throat. "So, Larry, if you haven't guessed by now, this is a sex party, and I for one am ready to get it started. Since that is out in the open I think we will skip some of the games we had thought out and go right into one of the sexy games."

A sex party. I knew what they were. I'd had more than my share during my single years. I'd seen the way that Trisha acted around Adam and jealousy flared in my chest. I'd been right. Trisha had been having an affair. And worse she had been denying me sex while she was having her fun. She had lied to me. She had deceived me. I almost stood up and left but then I took a deep breath. I realized that if I left now I would be leaving without Trisha and I would be throwing my marriage away. I had lied to Trisha too. I looked at her sitting there. Her eyes were locked on me and she was holding my hand. She was beautiful and she wanted me involved. She'd made mistakes, but so had I. I wasn't sure I could do this. I wasn't sure I could watch my wife have sex with Adam. But for my wife I had to try. I looked over at Larry. He looked physically ill. 

"Okay, I have two bowls. The blue bowl has tokens with each man's name on it. The pink bowl has tokens with each woman's name on it. I'm going to pass them around. Men take a token from the pink bowl. Women take a token from the blue bowl. Don't show them to anyone yet."

The bowls were passed around and I the token I pulled had Debbie's name on it. Once the bowls had both been passed back around to Mona she said, "Okay men keep your token and don't show it to anyone. You will need it in a few minutes but right now I need you all to stand up." 

Once we were all standing she continued, "Now ladies, go kneel in front of the man whose token you drew."

The ladies all moved and Stacy knelt in front of me. Trisha knelt in front of Jack. Anna knelt in front of Larry. Mona knelt in front of Adam and finally Debbie knelt in front of Bill. 

Mona spoke up once the girls were all in place. "Now as most of you know," she looked pointedly at Larry, "we always have door prizes for the games. This time is no different. So ladies we will be giving blow jobs to our men. The first woman to make her man cum will win the door prize. Men you have to put your hands behind your back and keep them there. You can't help her get your pants undone or in any other way and please be fair and hold back as best you can. If you cum, put your hands up."

I looked at Stacy and then over at Larry. I swear he was shaking and pointedly not looking at Stacy or me. I looked over at Trisha and she stole a quick look at me and then looked back at Jack. I had a feeling that Trisha was going to win the door prize. After all, the blowjobs she had given me the last two nights were mind blowing and she was working with the youngest man in the group.

Mona said "Go!" and Stacy attacked my pants. She yanked my belt open and then quickly got my slacks unsnapped and down. Without ceremony she jerked my boxers down and my cock was free. She did not take any time to admire my manhood. She just grabbed it and sucked it into her mouth. As fast as she was Trisha had been faster and I watched as she swallowed every inch of Jack's hard cock. I wondered if Debbie had been teasing him all night since he was already as stiff as a steel rod before Trisha ever got his pants down.

As Stacy worked my cock I was trying not to freak out. I focused on what Stacy was doing and willed myself to just enjoy it. It was a very erotic situation and I found that I was erect very quickly in Stacy's mouth. She had an unusual technique that consisted mainly of holding the head of my cock in her mouth while using one hand to jack my shaft and the other to squeeze my balls. I had only received two blowjobs in nearly four years but Trisha's blew Stacy's away by a mile. Still I found myself approaching orgasm quickly and to keep myself from cumming too quickly I looked over at Larry and Anna. Anna was having a hard time, or rather Larry was. I watched as Anna slipped him from her mouth and Larry was not erect at all.

Anna looked up at him and smiled. "It's okay Larry, just relax and enjoy what is happening. I assure you that Stacy loves you and will still love you tomorrow." Her words seemed to help but he did not immediately get a hard on even though she went back to work on him and the blow job she was giving him looked a lot better than the one I was receiving.

I looked over at Trisha and I thought the game was about over. Jack's face was tight and strained but then I realized that Trisha had her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and was intentionally holding off his orgasm for him. She probably didn't want to embarrass him. To my surprise, I realized that I wasn't jealous. I didn't know why but I'd never had a problem with insecurity and maybe that helped. I think that if Trisha and I had not talked and fucked like we did the last two nights and if this party had really been a surprise I would have already been out the door, but as it was I was secure that Trisha loved me. I was just learning who she was and I admired that she had the grace to help the young man out and not embarrass him. I actually felt proud of my wife and that confused the hell out of me. It also helped me hold back.

Suddenly Bill groaned and put his hands up. Debbie had won the door prize. I looked over at Trisha just as she released Jack's cock and he immediately groaned and put his hands up as well. Both Debbie and Trisha swallowed all the cum their partner gave them and then the game was over and Stacy pulled off of me. 

She smiled up and me and said, "I'll get you next time."

"You almost had me this time. Thanks."

"My pleasure." She stood up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. 

I saw all the other women do the same and then Trisha came back over to me. I started to pull my pants up, but Trisha stopped me.

"Anything that comes off in this party stays off until the end. It's a rule."

I nodded to her and just stepped out of my pants and boxers. I took off my shoes and socks as well and set all of it back out of the way. I looked around and realized all the men had done the same.

Trisha took me in her arms and kissed me deeply. I thought I could taste Jack's cum on her lips but I forced myself to not pull back. I was afraid Trisha would take it the wrong way. When our kiss ended, Trisha smiled up at me. "Thank you."

I gave her a smile. "We have a lot to talk about. You know?"

Her smile faded. "I know."




The Party



"It will be a good talk."

Trisha looked up at me and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too. And just so you know, I'm proud of you." A look of complete confusion crossed her face. "I saw what you did. I'm proud of you for being kind and not embarrassing Jack."

"Oh. Wow. That?"

"Yeah, that." I looked around at the group. Each pair was holding and kissing each other except for Larry and Stacy. They were just staring at each other.

Then I heard Larry say softly. "I won't make a scene, but I don't know how much of this I can take."

"If you leave, I won't leave with you and I won't come home except to pick up my stuff." Stacy turned to face away from Larry.

Larry and Bill were the only two men in the room without raging erections. I guess it's good to be young because Jack was already completely hard again and Debbie was lightly stoking him while giving him a deep kiss. 

After a while Mona banged on her pan again and spoke up. "Debbie wins the first door prize. Come over here Debbie." Mona led Debbie over to where a large box was sitting on one of the loveseats. "Go ahead Debbie, pick your prize."

Debbie made a big show of digging through the box but quickly she pulled out a cardboard and plastic package containing a massive black rubber dildo made to look like a real cock. She held it up proudly. "I think I have found my next lover." She turned to Jack. "Oh, don't pout, Jack, I'll always have a place in my pussy for you."

Once Debbie had returned to Jack's side, Mona again spoke up. "Okay men you're up. Lie down in front of the woman whose token you have. Lay down with your feet in the center of the circle.

I positioned myself in front of Debbie and watched as Larry lay down in front of Trisha. Bill was paired with Stacy, Adam with Mona, and Jack with Anna. I truly envied Jack. 

Once we were all in place, Mona gave a laugh and then said, "Okay ladies, remove everything below your waist and then sit on your partner's face. Men, your job is to make your woman cum. The first man to succeed wins the game."

It only took Debbie a moment to discard her skirt and my earlier observation was confirmed. She was not wearing any panties. "I never wear panties. They only get in the way." She grinned at me. I looked over at Trisha who was quickly peeling her sexy panties off. Larry almost looked sick and his cock was completely limp. I wondered how a red-blooded man could not be fully erect with Trisha about to sit on his face. Then Debbie stepped over me and I saw her pussy clearly for the first time.

Don't get me wrong, Trisha's pussy is beautiful and all any man could hope for, but Debbie's sex took my breath away. Her lips were full and protruding nearly a full inch. They were perfectly formed. At the top of the v of her lips was a large clit that was already extended and engorged. She had shaved all of her pubic hair except for a very thin two inch long strip right above her pussy. As she straddled my head facing my feet I saw her wonderfully round ass and again I almost gasped. Her ass was as perfect as her pussy. I had envied Jack in drawing Anna but now I envied that at the end of the party he was going home, or to a hotel or wherever, with this sex goddess.

Debbie slowly lowered herself down to me and as she came closer her scent reached my nose. Her aroma was thick and feminine at the same time. My already erect cock jumped at my first whiff. As she squatted lower I reached up and took her butt in my hands. Her skin was smooth and soft but the muscles in her ass were firm. I tilted my head up and let my tongue touch her dripping pussy. God she tasted as good as she smelled and looked. I was suddenly in heaven and I admit I stopped thinking of Trisha. I attacked Debbie's pussy, licking all the way from the bottom to the top and then sucking her magnificent lips into my mouth and pulling gently before releasing them and pushing my tongue deep into her sex. She began to squirm above me and I heard her cooing and moaning as I did everything I could to give her more pleasure. I repeated my strokes, teasing her and bringing her higher. I felt her pussy grow wetter and wetter and I licked harder and sucked her lips deep into my mouth. Before long I felt her entire pussy beginning to quiver and I moved my mouth to her clit and sucked it hard, flicking it back and forth with my tongue as I held it with my lips.

"Oh, my God Trisha, where have you been keeping this man? To think I could have had this months ago if you hadn't been so insecure. Oh my, Oh my. Fuck yes!" And then Debbie came. Her pussy clenched and then she arched her back and her juice flooded my face. "Oh shit! Oh Fuck! God, God, God. Fuck, I'm cumming. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Finally she relaxed and pushed her pussy down firmly on my mouth as I drank her still flowing juices. They tasted delicate and sweet and I swallowed again and again as this goddess came and came. Around me I heard the other couples moving around, but Debbie did not relent, she just kept pushing her pussy harder on to my mouth and moaning. 

Finally a laughing Mona pulled Debbie off me. "Come on baby, you are holding up the games."

"No, no, no. Awww, shit. That was so good." As Debbie stood up I could see that her stomach was still quivering and I swear her pussy was opening and closing, reaching out for me.

Trisha laughed and helped me to my feed. I looked at her pussy and she didn't even appear to be wet. I looked up at her face and she shrugged. When I looked around I didn't see Larry anywhere. Stacy was standing by herself and she looked absolutely miserable. I gave Trisha a questioning look. 

She shrugged. "He left."

Mona called the group back to the circle. "Well, we are a man short. Don't worry Stacy we won't leave you out of any of the games." 

Trisha went to her friend and gave her a hug and whispered something in her ear that made Stacy smile.

"Okay, Mark, you were the clear winner of that round, although in hind sight I think we should have handicapped your when you drew out Debbie's tag." Everyone in the circle laughed at that. "Come forward and claim your prize." Mona led me to the big box and I looked in. It had at least ten packages in it. All of the packages were sex toys except one which was just an envelope. I picked up the envelope. "Sex Card" was written on the outside of the envelope. 

I turned to Mona. "What is this?"

"Just what is says. It is a gift card for sex."

Trisha walked up and took it out of my hand and tossed it back into the box. "You won't be needing that," she said simply and then returned back to her spot. 

I chuckled a little. I was going to love getting to know my wife. I looked at the prizes a little more and then settled on an expandable butt plug that had a small hose that led to a pump like is on blood pressure cuffs. I showed it to the group to cheers and then walked back to Trisha.

"Is that for you or for me?" Trisha asked. 

I gave her a grin. "We'll see."

Mona gave us a moment. "Okay, our next game is going to be a little different. Since we are a man down already we are going to switch it up and play musical cocks."

I couldn't help but laugh and the others were laughing around me. 

"So this is how it will work. We'll put four chairs in a circle in the room. Bill, Adam, please go get the chairs." When they had returned and the chairs were in place, Mona spoke up again. "Okay, men take off your shirts. You look ridiculous with your cocks sticking out of your shirt tails. Ladies, you too, everyone gets naked. We will play four rounds. Mark as the winner of the last round you will control the remote." 

She handed me a remote control and showed me how to start and pause the music. I hit play and the song, "Party like it's 1999" came on. I chuckled and paused the music. Once we were all completely naked, the men including me, sat in the chairs and the women stood around us. I decided that I was going to make sure Stacy sat on my lap the first round, just to make sure she felt included. 

"Okay, one more thing. The girl who does not get onto a cock will have to perform a challenge from the challenge deck." Mona showed the group a small deck of three by five cards with writing on one side. "Okay Mark, whenever you are ready. When the music comes on, ladies walk around the men. When the music stops, find a cock and sit on it!"

I turned the music on and watched five beautiful women parade around the chairs. I made them make two full circles and then when Stacy was close to me I hit pause. Immediately all hell broke loose. Stacy leapt on my lap and my cock went straight up her pussy, all the way in. She was very wet and well lubricated and her pussy felt wonderful on my cock, I grabbed her hips and held her there. Around us the girls were pushing and shoving but it only lasted a few seconds. I looked around. Trisha was sitting on Adam and it was obvious she was fucking him for all she was worth. Mona was sitting on Jack's lap and her hips were moving back and forth rhythmically. Debbie was sitting on Bill's lap. Stacy, Mona, and Trisha were all facing their man, but Debbie had her back to Bill and she had her legs spread wide. As I looked at her I saw that Bill was still limp, but that didn't stop him from reaching around Debbie and mauling her small tits. That left Anna standing.

Anna stood there watching the eight of us fuck for a while and then she cleared her throat. "As wonderful as it is to watch you all having so much fun, my voyeurism only goes so far." Her voice was rich and warm and she had just a hint of a sexy Hispanic accent. 

Mona pulled off of Jack's young cock and it looked to me like he had come inside her. Either that or her froth was whiter than any woman's I had ever seen. She leaned down, her massive tits hanging away from her body and swaying beautifully, and gave Jack a deep kiss and whispered something into his ear. After she straightened up she retrieved the card deck and presented it to Anna.

"Pick a card." Mona grinned. 

Anna drew out a card and read it. I swear she blushed a little and I wondered what in the hell could make a lady like Anna blush in a situation like this. "My challenge is to give everyone oral sex." 

At first I thought she only meant the men but then it dawned on me, she had said everyone. I really thought I was going to enjoy this. Stacy spun on my lap without coming off my cock and I saw Trisha do the same. Then Anna came and knelt in front of me.

"Do you both want it at the same time?" Anna asked looking up at Stacy.

"God yes. Suck my pussy while Mark fucks me." Stacy gasped out as she continued to bounce on my cock.

And Anna did just that. I felt her tongue on my balls and then it slid up to Stacy's pussy. Stacy stopped bouncing and quivered as Anna reached her clit and then began to suck while I began to thrust up into Larry's wife. The sensation was incredible. As I withdrew from Stacy's pussy, Anna's tongue would slide down onto my cock shaft and then as I drove up, her mouth would move back up to Stacy's lips and clit. It was intensely erotic and soon I felt my balls begin to tighten. Just before I came, Anna reached up and pulled me from Stacy's pussy and put her mouth around my cock, taking just the head between her lips. Anna's tongue swirled around the head of my cock and I grunted out that I was going to come. 

"Do it lover, come in Anna's mouth." Stacy whispered in my ear, leaning back to lick and suck on my ear. 

I did just as she asked and it was one of the most intense orgasms that I have ever had. I pumped my jism into Anna's mouth, spurting over and over again, filling her mouth until she began to swallow. Still I came more, over and over I ejaculated and over and over again Anna swallowed until finally I was spent. 

Anna sat up. "Wow, if all of you come like that, I'll be so full I won't eat for a week." Everyone laughed and Anna moved to kneel in front of Trisha and Adam. Stacy stood up and then and moved so that she had a better view of the action. I also stood up and for the first time I saw another man's cock moving in and out of Trisha's pussy. By now I knew that she had been unfaithful to me for some time, but actually seeing it was still a little bit of a shock. I looked up at her face and she was really enjoying the fucking she was getting. Then Anna leaned in and began to lick and suck on Trisha and Adam. It was incredible to watch. Anna threw herself into the challenge with everything she had and it was a lot.

I was transfixed. I watched Adam's cock sink into my wife's pussy as Anna licked and sucked on both. I had just had one of the largest orgasms of my life but watching this I felt my stomach tighten and my cock expand at the same time. My body and my heart were at war, but then I looked up at Trisha's face. She was watching me closely and there was love and fear and arousal all in her eyes. She saw me looking at her and smiled. "I love you." She said to me and my heart melted. All of the jealousy left me and my cock came all the way hard.

"I love you too." I said with a shit eating grin on my face. And I really did. Here was my unfaithful, lying wife fucking another man and letting another woman lick her pussy and I loved her. Love isn't anything if it isn't completely insane. 

Suddenly Adam grunted and thrust up hard into Trisha. Anna pushed Trisha up and pulled Adams cock from my wife's pussy. It was already spurting cum and I realized his first spurt had been buried deep inside my wife. Anna got another spurt on her face and then she had the cock head in her mouth and was swallowing for all she was worth. It seemed to take forever for Adam to quit cumming, but eventually Anna let his cock fall from her mouth. Anna stood up and moved to Debbie and Bill.

Trisha stood up and sidled over to me. Her beautiful breasts jiggled delightfully as she walked. I noticed that her pussy was red and puffy with flecks of cum splattered around her lips and up into her pubic hair. I thought she was the sexiest woman in the room and with Debbie and Anna there that was something.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Her hand idly slid down and stroked my hard cock.

"Yeah. You?"

She laughed and looked down at herself. "I'm a mess."

I realized that she did not mean the sweat and cum and mussed hair. "We will be okay. No more lies or secrets between us."

Trisha nodded and gave me a smile. "I need this." She spread her hands out, encompassing herself and the whole scene. "But I love you."

"I love you too. And I'm enjoying this." I spread my hands out in front of her.

That earned me a laugh and a smile. We turned to watch Anna. Anna had chosen to do Debbie first, maybe to give Bill a little longer to recover. Debbie was sitting out, almost on Bill's knees, with her legs spread wide. Anna was in front of her between both Debbie's and Bill's legs and her mouth was firmly planted on Debbie's pussy. I knew from recent experience how wonderful it was to eat Debbie and I watched in awe as Anna did a masterful job and brought Debbie quickly to her first orgasm.

As we watched Trisha resumed stroking my cock and I let my hand drop to her sopping sex. I slipped first one finger and then two between my wife's lips and began to move them inside her. As Anna let Debbie stand and move out of the way, Trisha leaned into my shoulder and held my arm with the hand that was not stroking my dick. 

Anna moved forward and took Bill's flaccid cock into her mouth and began to fellate him. My eyes feasted on Anna's beautiful face as she took all of Bill into her mouth. I worked a third finger into Trisha and found her g-spot. I felt her knees buckle and then she steadied herself. 

"My God, Mark, that feels so good." Trisha whispered into my ear. "Mmm, you are going to make me cum."

I pressed my palm onto her clit and let the motion of my fingers move my hand. I suddenly realized that Anna had pulled off Bill's still limp cock and everyone was watching Trisha and me. I looked over at Trisha, her mouth was open, her eyes were wide, and a long moan was building from deep in her chest.

"Uhh, Good God, that is so good. Mark, Oh God, fuck mmm. Shit, oh God please don't stop, don't ever stop." 

Adam was on her other side, helping to hold her up. His arm was around her waist and he was holding her breast but other than that he was just watching. I looked down. Trisha had her hand wrapped around my cock, her fingers lacking almost an inch from completely encircling it. Her other hand was stroking Adam's cock. Trisha's face tightened. I increased my pace, pushing my fingers deeper into her and feeling her juice cover my hand.

"God, I'm going to cum." She wailed. Turning her face to Adam she grunted out. "Suck me lover. Let me cum in your mouth."

I was a little taken aback. I had worked for this and I wanted to be the one to taste her but she wanted it to be Adam. It hurt my feelings a little but I forced my jealousy down and as Adam positioned himself in front of my wife I withdrew my fingers. Instantly Adam pushed his face into my wife's pussy. She released my cock and grabbed Adams head and forced his face deep into her sex.

"Gah shug mmph," was all Trisha could get out as she came hard on her lover's face. 

Her orgasm lasted several minutes and then she started coming down. She turned her face to me and kissed me while her hands still held Adam's face into her pussy. It felt good and weird at the same time to be kissing the woman I loved while her lover munched away at her pussy. Finally she allowed Adam to move and he pulled back. 

His face was covered in her juice and Mona, who had moved closer to see the action, took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. Trisha pulled back from me and smiled. "That was wonderful, Mark. Thank you for letting me have that."

"My pleasure." I said even though I was still in turmoil over what had just happened. I looked around and Anna came to me and kissed me, letting her tongue slip into my mouth. I kissed her back and put my arm around her, letting my hand slip down to cup her wonderful ass. 

Anna pulled back. "I still have to do Mona and Jack. That is if you three are done with your show?"

With Trisha's orgasm over we all moved to watch as Anna gave Jack a memorable blow job and then ate Mona's pussy until Mona pushed her away with a breathless moan.

"Is anyone really interested in playing any more games or should we get into the main event?" Mona asked before the men took their seats.

I looked over at Trisha. "What is the main event?"

She smiled. "A full blown orgy. You should see their bed."

Everyone voted for the main event and we all followed Mona and Bill back to their master bedroom. I had never seen a bed so large. It was a custom made bed that was much larger than even than a king. The seven of us climbed onto the bed and before I could even ask "What now?" Anna pushed me down and sat on my cock. I had wanted to fuck her since the beginning of the party and now I was. Trisha watched me fuck Anna for a moment and then turned onto her hands and knees and leaned forward and kissed me deeply. A moment later Trisha grunted into my mouth and I looked behind her to see Adam pushing his cock into her doggie style.

"Trisha and Adam kind of have a crush thing going, but don't worry, it is purely physical." Anna said as she rode me. 

I wasn't sure it was purely physical but I still felt confident in Trisha's love. I know it is possible to love more than one person at a time and I knew Trisha and I still had our love for each other. 

Mona slid next to us and asked Trisha, "May I borrow your husband's face? I want some of what made Debbie cum so hard earlier." 

Trisha pulled back and Mona straddled my face facing Anna and lowered her pussy and big ass to my mouth. Mona's pussy was puffy and very wet. Her lips were distended and I remembered thinking that Jack had cum inside her. I didn't have time to worry about it. Before I could even think, her pussy was pushed down onto my tongue and I began to lick her. The taste was a mixture of sweet and salty but it wasn't bad. My nose was pressed into her ass and I could smell the musky sent of her other hole. 




The Party



Lips found one of my nipples and I felt my cock begin to swell. I didn't want to cum so soon so I focused on Mona's pussy and ass and forced myself to hold back. I concentrated all my effort on Mona's pussy and before long I felt her tense up and then my mouth was full of Mona's juice. So much sprayed into my mouth that I couldn't swallow fast enough and it spilled out of my mouth and covered my face and neck. As Mona's orgasm faded she rose off of me and I looked up to see Anna sucking Jack's cock as she rode me. Trisha was still there, sucking on my nipple and getting pounded by Adam. Bill had Stacy on her back and he had his face buried between her legs.

Mona turned around on the bed and lay down beside me. She began to lightly nibble on my ear as she whispered into my ear. "Baby, I want to fuck you so bad, but if you can't manage it tonight, I'll find a way next week, okay?" 

I looked over at Trisha. She smiled up and me. "Sure he'll fuck you next week Mona, even if he can get it up again tonight and I'm guessing he will be able to. Won't you babe."

I had a feeling I probably would but my quickly approaching orgasm wouldn't let me form words so I just nodded and grunted.

Mona bent over and pushed her incredible tits into my face. I grabbed them and sucked her nipples, going back and forth. I felt myself get closer and closer and finally I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed Mona away with my face screwed up tight.

Mona looked at me and laughed. "Oh, look Trisha, your husband is going to cum in Anna's pussy."

And I did. I grunted as my balls contracted and forced my cum deep up inside of Anna. It must have really turned Jack on to know that I was cumming in the woman who was sucking him off because just as I began to gush inside of Anna's pussy, Jack grunted and blew his load into her mouth. 

Mona turned my face toward her and kissed me deeply. I continued to spew my load into Anna and I kept one eye open and drinking in her beauty. Anna was beautiful. Jack pulled away and Moan broke our kiss to go join him on the other side of the bed. Stacy moved beside me and as Anna lifted her dripping pussy from my softening cock, she took my cock into her mouth. Trisha brought her mouth up to my mouth and kissed me deeply.

Behind Trisha I heard Adam grunt and then he slammed forward driving Trisha's lips from mine. Trisha turned her head. 

"Yes, lover, cum inside my pussy. Fill me up. God I always love fucking you."

Adam's face was screwed up in a clench as he grunted and filled my wife. I reached up and held her face steady so that I could kiss her again and again. Then Adam's orgasm faded and he pulled out of my wife. I was only a little shocked when I saw Bill take Adam's softening cock into his mouth and begin to clean it with gusto. 

Stacy was sucking my cock in earnest now and even though I had just cum I could feel it responding to her ministrations. I lay looking into my wife's eyes as Stacy worked on me. Trisha smiled and me and then moved to lay down beside me.

"So baby, do you like the party."

"uh, huh." I grinned at her.

"Do you like watching me get fucked or do you like fucking other women?"

"Yes."

She laughed and playfully slapped me on the arm, then she turned to Stacy. "You should be careful, he still owes Mona a fuck."

Stacy pulled off of me and grinned at Trisha. "I'm just getting him warmed up again."

"Looks like you have him ready."

"Not quite." Stacy lowered her mouth back onto my cock and I felt her tongue swirl around the head of my cock. Stacy sucked my cock for a few more minutes. She is not a great cock sucker, but the worst blow job in the world is still a good blow job and it didn't take her long to have me fully erect.

Mona noticed and moved over next to Trisha. "Stacy, don't make him cum. I called dibs."

I can't remember any time a woman has ever called dibs on my cock but I liked this incredibly buxom woman getting possessive of me. It made me feel good inside. Stacy pulled off and made a flourish with her hands. 

"All yours mama Mona. I'll have him some more when you are done."

I was glad to see that Stacy was enjoying herself. In her place I think I would have been sick. She seemed happy and at peace with Larry having left. It made me wonder if Trisha would have been as okay with me leaving. I hoped not. 

Maybe Trisha saw something in my face because she snuggled close and whispered in my ear. "If you had left, I would have left with you. I don't know how long we could have been together, but I wouldn't have given up on you easily."

I turned my head and kissed Trisha as Mona settled down onto my cock. The whole situation seemed very surreal.

Mona's pussy was looser than Trisha's or Stacy's but still felt exquisite. She bounced her incredible ass up and down rising up off my cock until just the head remained inside her and then driving back down to take my entire length. Trisha laid her head on my chest and watched her friend fuck me. She began to wiggle a little and I saw Jack slip between her legs and shove his cock inside her. She looked up at me and smiled as I bent my head down to kiss her passionately.

Adam moved behind Stacy and began to fuck her slowly while Debbie, who I had earlier lost track of, moved to Stacy's side and began to suck on her tits. Bill circled the bed and lay down behind Adam. I was oddly fascinated as I watched Bill pull Adam's butt cheeks apart and begin to lick his ass. I hoped Bill didn't want to do any of that with me, I'm not sure I could refuse him gracefully, but I had absolutely no desire to have Bill touch me.

Adam, however, seemed to enjoy Bill's tongue in his ass and he pushed back. Mona was watching it as well. 

Mona grinned. "Get him Bill. Lick that ass. God you are such a perv. I love you!" 

I grinned at Trisha and she smiled back and kissed me again. Stacy bent over to give Adam a better angle and her face pushed down into my chest next to Trisha. Trisha broke our kiss and turned to kiss Stacy. I watched the two women kiss while I enjoyed Mona riding my cock. If I had not already came three times I would not have been able to hold back, but now I wasn't in any danger of losing it. I just lay there thrusting up into Mona in time with her bounces and enjoying all the sex play going on around me. 

Jack began to thrust into Trisha harder and she raised her head to look at him. 

"That's it baby, put your load in my pussy. Cum inside me, Jack. Mmm, I want your seed. Come on baby." Trisha encouraged the young man. 

Stacy, no longer kissing Trisha, moved her mouth to my nipple and gently bit. Debbie had rolled over on her back and was under Stacy greedily sucking on first one of Stacy's tits and then the other. I moved my arm out from under Stacy and reached up to play with Mona's big tits, eliciting a low moan from her. I continued to thrust into Mona, staying in time with her. She was rocking back and forth now, having tired out from bouncing.

Then I saw Jack rear back and thrust hard into Trisha. I could tell he was cumming and Trisha grabbed his hips and pulled him in deep.

"Yes, Jack, fuck me good. Fuck me. Oh, shit." 

I watched as Trisha began to come in time with Jack. I saw her stomach clench and she locked her legs around Jack's waist and pulled him in tighter. Trisha threw her head back and let out a long wailing moan as her orgasm peaked in tune with Jack's. It was all too much for me and I felt my own orgasm swell inside me. 

I groaned out and thrust up feeling my balls begin to contract. Beside me Stacy fell onto my chest as Adam began to pick up his tempo and I could sense they were both close as well. My orgasm overwhelmed me and I closed my eyes as my cock convulsed in Mona's sweet hole and then erupted inside her. Beside me I heard Adam grunt and Stacy whipped her head back and moaned loudly. 

We all lay in the afterglow of our mutual orgasms, laying in a pile on Mona and Bills large bed. Mona lay down on me and I felt her weight on my chest as her large tits pushed into me. After several minutes of just enjoying the afterglow of sexual release Stacy pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed. I was only a little surprised when Bill moved between her legs and began to lick her pussy. 

Mona kissed me gently. "That was the best fuck I've had in a while. Thank you, Mark. If you weren't Trisha's man, I might want to keep you." She kissed me again and then rolled off of me. I admit that when my cock came out of her pussy I was sad to see her go. 

Jack pulled away from Trisha and moved to the edge of the bed. Debbie joined him, sucking his cock into her mouth and cleaning my wife's juice from him. She only gave him a quick cleaning though and it was evident that even his youth could not produce another erection for him so quickly. Trisha moved down on me and licked my cock from the base to the tip. I knew she tasted Mona and probably Anna and Stacy's pussies on my shaft. She picked it up, holding my cock in her hand she sucked the top into her mouth, cleaning me off with her tongue. Beside us Bill pulled away from Stacy and moved to clean Mona up.

"Yeah baby, suck my lover's cum from my pussy. You like to eat other men's cum from my pussy don't you, Bill?"

Bill didn't answer. He just continued to clean his wife's messy pussy. I knew I had cum a lot into her but Bill didn't shy away, it looked like he was really getting into it.

After a while we all got up and wandered in twos and threes to the living room where we began to dress. We mingled together for a while and then Trisha and Stacy came to me. 

Trisha took my hand. "I know we need to talk, but you said it would be a good talk. Do you still believe that?"

I nodded. "Yes, it will be a good talk. I may be too tired to do much more though." I grinned at her.

She gave me a smile and then gave Stacy a reassuring look. "Stacy needs a place to crash tonight and, well, we have a spare bedroom."

Stacy looked at me. "It might be for more than one night."

I looked at both women. "Sure, I don't mind. Stacy, you will need to use the spare bedroom tonight though. Is that okay."

Both women laughed and then Stacy smiled at Trisha and then at me. "Sure, Mark. I understand."



The Party



The party was going relatively well. There was alcohol but moderation kept most of the trouble away. Dan's son had invited several of his friends over. They all knew Dan and were comfortable being around him.

Ashley was having a nice time and went to thank Dan. "Thanks for letting us invade your home like this."

"You guys are always welcome, you know that."

Ashley sighed, "I know it's different than it used to be."

"Is there something wrong?"

About that time Greg wobbled up, "Hey Ashy, let's go fuck."

Ashley felt her face turning red with embarrassment, "Well that was certainly romantic."

"I'm too drunk to be roman - tic."

Dan wondered if a designated river for this party. If not, he or his son would have to volunteer. "Greg that was a stupid thing to say, all of you grew up together."

Greg tried to focus but simply couldn't do it. "I think I might get lucky."

"I think you need to go home." He held his hand out, "Give me your keys."

"I can - drive - myself."

Some of partiers that had heard him came to try to get the keys from Greg. Greg kept refusing and the noise was louder than the partying had been. Finally Dan had to yell to be heard, "SHUT UP!" He lowered his hands from his ears, "Damn." He hadn't spent 20 years in the Army without knowing how to handle a drunk. He held out his hand, "Give me the keys or I'm going to make you have sex with a goat."

Greg's eyes got huge and he nervously gave up his keys to Dan. Everyone else was having the same reaction and doing their best not to laugh out loud.

"Is someone the designated driver for this party?"

Adam was still trying to keep from laughing out loud, "That would be me dad."

Dan gave the keys to his son, "Drive your friend home in his car. Have someone follow you so they can bring you back." Adam grabbed Chuck and they both got Greg out of the house to take him home. Dan winked at Ashley, "That's how you handle a drunk."

After Greg was out the door, Ashley started cracking up, "That's how an adult handles a drunk."

"What are you talking about? You are all over 21 or you wouldn't be drinking here." He heard her give a heavy sigh, "What's wrong?"

"There's more to being an adult than just being 21. Take the way Greg came onto me."

"You said that it was different than it used to be. What was that all about?"

For and answer, she sighed, reached up and put her hands under her breasts, "These." Most of the girls here grew up with these guys. I used to play on the same soccer team as Adam when we were ten."

Dan nodded, "I understand. You grew up and now sex interferes with you being able to just hang out."

"Yeah," she thought about it for a few seconds, "How come you aren't like that?"

Dan chuckled, "You practically grew up in my home. I see you as a friend not a sex object."

Ashley liked his answer but was puzzled because she felt a little put out at the same time. "Thanks, I think. Your wife has been dead for over 6 months. Aren't you at least looking at other women?"

Now it was Dan's turn to sigh, "Ashley, I'm honored that you think of me and having sex but I could never satisfy you."

She had felt her face get red before, now it was burning, "I didn't mean me!"

Dan chuckled, "Good, you'd kill me."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on Ashley, your 21 and I'm way older." Dan winked at her, "But I have to admit you're pretty with your face all scrunched up like that."

She immediately stopped making the face she had been making and walked away. His teasing her had made her feel strange inside. She walked around until she found her best friend. Holly was the one Ashley went to when she needed help with things.

"Hey Ash, that was hilarious how Adam's dad handled Greg."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Are you all right?" Holly looked at her friend closely, "No you're not."

"It's Dan, I'm all confused."

"You mean Adam's dad?"

"Yeah, we somehow got to talking about sex. I told him that it sometimes got in the way of just being able to relax and have fun, like this party."

Holly nodded, "It's because that's all the guys think about."

"I know that. Anyway Dan said that he could never handle me because of the age thing."

"Well he is a lot older than you."

"He's intelligent, thoughtful and always treats us with respect."

Holly gave her friend the once over, "Oh you've got it bad."

"I know. What do I do?"

"Well he's nice looking and he probably knows more about foreplay than all of these guys put together."

Ashley grimaced, "Greg's idea of foreplay was 'hey Ashy, let's go fuck'."

Both girls cracked up. Holly shrugged her shoulders, "So go do him."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'll run interference for you." Holly saw that her friend was actually considering the idea. She had known Ashley all of her life, and knew that if her friend was considering it then her friend was going to do it. She put a hand on her shoulder, "I want a full report afterwards." 

Bearing in mind who they were talking about, Ashley saluted her friend, "Yes mam."

Ashley caught up with Dan in the kitchen, "You should let us handle that."

He smiled at her, "I don't mind, people have already started leaving anyway."

"Your pool is open, how come you didn't go swimming?"

"Oh, I just figured that I should help with the party."

"It's Adam's party, that's his job." She looked to see if anyone was noticing them, "Can I use your bedroom to change in?"

Dan knew that most of the girls going swimming had used the bathroom to change, but he didn't mind. "Sure, go ahead."

Ashley went to his bedroom. Looking around, she took a deep breath and headed back to the kitchen. "Can you help me?"

Dan shrugged his shoulders, "Sure." As he followed her, he couldn't imagine what she needed help with.

Ashley led Dan into his bedroom. When he was inside, she turned and locked his bedroom door. Turning back around, she put her arms around him and kissed him.

Dan knew he should find some way to reject what she wanted to happen without hurting her feelings, but with her lips pressing against his, he just couldn't think of how. It had been a long time. Even before his wife had died, she had been sick for a long time.

Ashley barely parted her lips and his tongue slid past them. She figured that they would start by kissing and then proceed to taking their clothes off. It put her off guard when that didn't happen. He seemed perfectly happy to just stand there and kiss.

Dan had the urge to just rip her clothes off and kiss all over every inch of her body. But it was her comment to Greg's coming onto her that he kept hearing and made him decide to go much slower.

She definitely liked his version of French kissing. It had already turned into one of the most passionate and enticing kisses she'd ever had.

Dan spent some time rubbing her upper lips softly. He gently tugged her lips between his, and kept going back to just kiss her over and over.

This was new to her; she and Greg would have already been fucking. It was a nice change and she felt the heat start between her legs. 

"Ashley I need a stronger woman."

"What?" She saw him smile.

"I love that scrunched up face you make. You're willing to let the man do whatever he wants, but what do you want me to do?"

She was confused, wasn't letting him fuck her enough? "I don't really know." Feeling him tugging at her shirt, she lifted her arms to help him get it off of her.

"You should have told me to take your top off." It had been a really long time since he made love to a young woman. He found that he was actually nervous and it seemed to add to the excitement of the moment. "You should tell me to kiss your throat."

She couldn't help but moan. His lips and tongue were making their way down to her neck. He lingered just between her chin and her throat, "Ah," it was so very sensual.

Dan went back to kissing her and then slowly made his way to the rim of her ear and kissed it. After some time, he kissed her again and then went to nibble on her other ear. "You are so beautiful. Can I take your bra off?"

"Yes," Ashley felt light headed, "Take my bra off." When his lips pressed against hers she returned his kiss with the passion he was building in her. She felt him undo her bra and was impressed that he didn't fumble around and hurt her. As it fell to the floor she started to understand that he wanted her to be more vocal. "Take me to the bed."

Dan picked her up. He continued to kiss her and carried her to his bed. Ashley had grown into a nice young woman and he couldn't help feel that she deserved better than someone like Greg coming onto her. For that matter, she deserved someone better than him. Her pale gray eyes staring at him from a pixy like face that was framed by her brown curls was making him lose his breath.

Ashley felt embarrassed as she watched him staring at her. She was used to guys staring at her breasts, but Dan was staring at her face. It made her feel so exposed, but somehow she didn't want him to stop. 

Dan's mouth was watering and he hungered for her breasts. They called to him, "Should I suck your nipples?"

She was beginning to understand, "Not yet. You can play with my breasts but not the nipples." She felt the blood start to rush to her face, telling Dan what to do was a little embarrassing. 

He placed his hands under her nipples and gently caressed her lower breasts. He moved his hands to the sides of her breasts and then back to the bottoms. He kissed and licked all over, but not the nipples.

"My nipples need some attention now." It wasn't as embarrassing as before and she could feel something else replacing the embarrassment. "Mm," he teasingly brushed across her nipples and it sent a shock wave through her. He had made them so incredibly sensitive and hadn't even touched them until then. It was just a light touch but she ached for more.

Dan slowly lowered his mouth to her breasts watching her eyes as he did. He liked seeing the desire there. After playing and sucking both nipples, he purposely started licking and kissing all over the sides and bottoms of her breasts again.

"Mm," she pressed his head to her breast and felt his lips start to suck her nipple again. He was driving her crazy. First he would tease one nipple and then he would lick her other one so softly. Back and forth, back and forth, she felt like her breasts were one big nerve.

Dan felt her trying to take his shirt off. He moved away from her and got between her legs. "What should I do? Should I take your clothes off?"

She nodded and he didn't do a thing. Then she grinned at him, "Yes, take my clothes off."

Dan smiled at her. Unsnapping her shorts, he pulled them off of her. Standing there in nothing but her panties, she was a vision of invitation. He put his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her long legs and off of her.

Ashley felt extremely vulnerable lying there with nothing on. The look of lust he had on his face she had seen before. Other guys she had been with had gotten that look, but this was oddly different. The others had that look before they ever got to the sex part. Dan didn't have it until she had given it to him.

Dan took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. This was followed be his jeans and underwear. He got on the bed and kissed her. "I hope you aren't disappointed."

Ashley felt her heart jump. How could she be disappointed? He was older but because of being in the military he had kept fit. She returned his kisses that became more passionate and increasingly more intense. Her brain could almost anticipate what he was going to ask her, "Explore my body with your mouth." She saw his approval that she had told him to do something without him having to ask her to do it.

Dan slid his lips off of hers and made a wet trail down her body, making sure he licked and sucked her nipples again. He finally got to her flat sexy stomach. He gently blew across her and saw little goose bumps. 

She felt his tongue dip into her navel and then he kissed her stomach all over. Her vagina couldn't be more than a few inches from his mouth yet he continued to kiss and lick her stomach. He was watching her face waiting for her to tell him what she wanted him to do. "You can touch my legs but not my pussy." Ashley had never said that word to a guy before. She knew she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't. 

Dan wanted to lick her between her legs so badly, but he had to wait. More importantly he had to make her wait. He gently tickled with his forefingers from her thighs all the way up to her pussy. Still he denied them both and gave her gentle kisses and touches all over her thighs, knees and calves. He even licked her feet.

Ashley loved it, and even though she ached for fulfillment she still wanted more of what he was doing. She corrected herself - what they were doing. When he licked the back of her knee she found it a little ticklish at first but it soon made her even more aroused.

Dan was really enjoying himself. This was more than just sex. She was allowing him to explore her body as she desired. As he teased behind her knees she seemed to be a little ticklish, so he couldn't help himself but to keep doing it. He got the same reaction when he licked between her toes. Finally raising up he moved between her legs, made eye contact with her and waited.

Ashley felt a strange sensation, "You can touch my pussy." She had never felt this way before and somehow knew that the lust she had seen on guys faces was now on her own.

He licked her soft thighs and brushed his fingers across her pussy. He heard her moan and continued to play for just a few minutes. It wasn't time for that - yet. "Would you like to play with me?" 

She was having trouble breathing, "I want to suck your cock." 

"I want to give you what you desire." Dan shifted so his hard cock was up near her head.

Ashley wrapped her fingers around his erection. It wasn't so much as her giving him pleasure as she was receiving her reward. She had made him hard. She had let him play and it had affected him. She felt the power he had given her over him and she liked it. Staring at his face, she felt the odd sensation of power again and wanted to feel more.

Dan watched as she closed her lips around his cockhead. "Mm, oh yeah."

Ashley saw him close his eyes and took his cock out of her mouth. When he opened them again she continued to suck him. After being without sex for so long, the pleasure must have been really intense for him. When he closed his eyes again, she couldn't help herself and stopped doing anything until his eyes opened. "You bad boy, don't you close your eyes unless I want you too." She had never imagined herself saying anything like that to anyone before.

Her mouth felt like wonderful torture. He loved it. Ashley would give pleasure and hold it back as she pleased. Years ago their sex life was in danger of getting boring and he and his wife had discovered role playing. One of his favorites was the dominatrix.

The world that she was entering was new to her. Ashley new she would have to explore it slowly to find out what she liked to do and what she did not like to do. She wanted to fuck him in the worst way but now she wanted something else as well. Before that happened, she wanted him to obey. 

She continued to suck him so he would remember how good this was with her. Changing how far she took him in, how long she stayed that way and how hard she sucked Ashley already knew she wasn't doing this for him but for herself. Finally, she ripped his cock from her mouth. She was breathing almost as hard as he was. Her eyes were glazed with the passion she felt. "I want your mouth on my pussy."

Dan found himself getting between her legs without thinking about it too much. He prided himself in giving pleasure to a woman with his mouth and tongue.

She loved oral sex, giving and receiving, but the guys she had been with were definitely lacking in the knowledge of how to do it. That would end right now. "Slowly lick the outer edges of my pussy." She felt him doing it and almost had her orgasm. 

Ashley didn't like to use or hear certain words and pussy was definitely one of them, at least it had been. She would be hearing and saying quite a few of those words in her bedroom from now on. Her vagina and a penis were for reproduction with someone she loved. Those things were part of having a family and live happily with her soul mate. But her pussy was a means to have fun, and now show could have power over a man. 

"Use long slow strokes as you lick my pussy all over." Feeling him do as she was telling him was turning her on more and more. "Mm huh, like that." "Ahh, now lick my clit."

Dan licked both up and down and sideways to give her as much pleasure as he could. With the way she was moving all around, he had his hands full. 

"Ooh...yeah...like that," Dan at least knew what he was doing and it was wonderful. "Lick my clit more." His responding to her demands made it feel even better, but she didn't want to get off just yet. Ashley liked having a pussy and she needed a hard cock in it. "Stop," watching him just waiting for her to say something made her feel so unrestrained. Her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest, "Put that big hard cock in my pussy."

Dan climbed over her, placed his cock to her pussy and pushed it in. His lips found hers as his cock felt the incredible sensation of being inside of her body.

"A-h-h," she had the feeling of being full. "Crap," as he slid in and out waves of pleasure pulsed through her. Ashley found herself being pulled in different directions. She was literally in the middle of two worlds. The girl that she had been when she came into the bedroom was enjoying herself. Dan was damn good in bed and he was definitely going to make her get off. The younger guys could learn quit a lot from him. But, her giving him a command and then having him do it had turned had her on more than she had ever been. The power had given her the feeling that her body was on fire and that was even before he had put his cock in her. 

Dan hadn't been with a woman since his wife had died. He could have found a woman that would have left him satisfied sexually but there would always have been something missing. Ashley was young but she was making him feel things he hadn't since he had made love to his wife. It had been so special to him when she had told him what to do and when to do it because that was what his wife had done. 

"O-h-h babe," her body was someplace a man could get lost in for hours, enjoying his adventure. He felt her hot pussy grabbing his cock with each stroke. It made him want to cum.

Ashley could feel his cock start to swell and had enough experience to know he was close. "Don't cum yet." She had to suppress a laugh as she felt him slow down and yet still fuck her. She could see on his face that he was trying to think of anything but how it felt to be in her. "Suck my nipples."

Dan maneuvered so that he could concentrate on the hard nipple in his mouth not his cock in her hot pussy. He hadn't held back from cumming in a long time and it was very difficult.

"Yeah like that," Again Ashley felt her body responding to the power. The pleasure from her cock filled pussy was running into the pleasure from her nipples being sucked and everything was being overshadowed by the feeling of the control that she had over him, which was acting like a drug for her. 

It was exquisite torture. Dan moaned as her young body tormented and pleased him at the same time. "I can't hold back any longer."

Ashley had heard him almost beg her for a release and that would do - for now. "Fuck me with that hard cock! Make me cum!"

His body took over and his mind gave up. The control he had been exercising was gone. Dan started plowing into her, harder, deeper and faster, "Augh — Augh — Augh — Augh — Augh!!" He gave her more and more, pushing and ramming as forceful and as powerful as he knew how. 




The Party



"YES - YES - YES!" Ashley had been on the brink for some time and each command he obeyed had taken her almost over the top but her mind pulled her body back before she got there. She had experienced more since coming into this bedroom with Dan than she ever had, and was hotter than she could have ever imagined being.

His animal like release of all control put her over the top, because she had given him permission. AGH," with her head shaking back and forth, her fists pounding the bed, she exploded. The pleasure of her orgasm rocketed everywhere in her body.

With his control only a memory, Dan fucked her as rough as he could. He slammed his hared cock into her steaming pussy while his balls beat against her. He needed a release, he had to cum!

Ashley wrapped her legs and arms around him; he couldn't leave until she said so. Her fingers formed claws and she raked them across his back, "CUM IN ME NOW!"

Pushing harder yet, his cock swelled and his balls exploded. "I'm cumming!" He shot his load again and again.

Feeling his cock jerking deep inside of her, Ashley smiled. When he finally collapsed on top of her, she ran her fingers through his hair. She had only one thought, "Good boy."



The Party



"Unh, unh, unh" I watched as you grunted through another orgasm, slamming yourself violently down onto me. Your eyes were shut tight and your head thrown back, in total concentration on your pleasure. I had lost track of your orgasms by this time and just focused on not coming, myself. You had started out riding my face, hanging on to the headboard as if for dear life. When you had come several times from my oral attention, you slid down my body and impaled yourself on me, for some vaginal stimulation. Finally, sated, you collapsed on me, as you returned to reality, post-orgasmic spasms of your vagina rippling my erection.

Eventually, you climbed off me. You told me to remain in the bed. "Don't touch that" you said, pointing at my penis. "You'll be taken care of, later. No point in you getting dressed, either."

You had told me you were having a party tonight, but I was to come over two hours early, because you wanted, in your words, to fuck first. When I asked you about this, you replied, enigmatically, that you wanted your own needs satisfied before the guests arrived, so you wouldn't be distracted from being a good hostess.

Soon, I heard voices, as people arrived for your party, all female voices, it seemed. After a while, you returned to the bedroom and explained to me the evening's events. It so happened that your women friends were always complaining that their husbands and boyfriends either refused to go down on them, or, if they did, had no clue what to do "down there" So, you had decided that, since you had taught me to eat your pussy at an expert level, you would share me with them for an evening. I was to stay in the bed and service any woman who wished it. Short of actual intercourse, they would be permitted to do what they wanted with me while I ate them. I was not to touch myself, and I had better not come, if any of the women decided to play with me. Oh, and I was to keep this scarf tied around my eyes as a blindfold. A lady requires her privacy, you informed me.

Now I understood why you refused to let me come. You wanted me eager and my desire keen for the entire evening.

Not long after, I heard a commotion in the hallway. "There he is, just like she said," a woman whispered. "Are you going to do it?"

"You do it" a different voice.

"No, you!"

I heard footsteps enter the room, followed by the soft rustle of clothing. A woman standing next the bed said, "We hear you're a hungry boy." Before I could respond, I felt the bed sag, as she climbed onto my chest and moved up to straddle my face. I could feel the hem of her dress on my skin. She hadn't removed all her clothes, only her panties. I felt myself enveloped in the heat between her legs as she hovered over me, as if trying to decide whether to go through with it or not. The scent of female arousal swirled around me and made my head spin (as it always does). 

Decision made, she settled down on me. Her pubic hair tickled my nose and caught in my mustache, as I reached my mouth up to kiss her lips. She was already wet. Apparently the anticipation had her already excited, when she'd entered the room. 

No words can describe the effect on me of licking a woman. The beauty of an aroused pussy, with lips that remind me of the most delicate flower. Feeling those lips swell around my mouth, thighs pressing urgently against my head, the rocking motion of hips against my face, fingers laced in my hair to pull me tight into that hot, wet center, the weight of her body as she takes her pleasure. A scent that intoxicates and addicts me. The taste, every woman is slightly different, yet all are as ambrosia. And the sound of her voice in pleasure, a symphony to rival those of the masters!

I gently kissed her vulva, front to back, back to front. Soon, my tongue snaked out to lick her slit, as she started to move slightly against me. My tongue quickly began to find its way between her lips, gathering some of her honey. She tasted sweet and sweaty, with just a hint of urine. She had probably gone to the bathroom sometime after she had arrived at the party. I reveled in her scent and flavor, so generously shared with me. 

Her breathing quickened, and she pressed herself down more urgently on my face. I increased the pressure, sticking my tongue into her vagina as far as I could. Then I moved up to concentrate on her clit, which was coming out to play. Clit action was what she wanted, as her gasping indicated. She started to rub her entire groin back and forth on my face, focusing the pressure on her clit. This tipped her over the edge, and her orgasm washed over us both. Her high-pitched squeals sang a song of pleasure, and she rutted herself for over a minute on my face. 

As her climax subsided, her movements slowed, and she settled all her weight on my face, as she rested. My struggle to breath caused her to sit back on my chest and giggle at my flushed cheeks. "Thanks. You're good at that" she said and swung her leg over me to get off the bed. 

More whispering, then "I'm next!" 

"No, I am"

"I was here before you!"

More hallway discussion, as the order of succession was worked out. Then I felt another woman climb on the bed and straddle my face. Another unique scent and taste. This woman had apparently been wearing slacks, which she had removed before mounting me. She put my hands on her hips, and I could feel her nakedness from the waist down. Taking the clue, I massaged her ass as I began my oral ministrations. I ran my hands all over her body, and this seemed to meet with her approval. She gasped as I circled her nipples with my fingers, feeling them harden through her blouse and thin bra. She then leaned back against my bent knees and took her orgasm in this layed back position. She got much more wet than my first customer, thoroughly soaking my mustache and beard in her fluids.

Thus the evening progressed, with a steady stream of women visiting the bedroom. I have no idea how many pussies I ate that night. I'm sure some came back for a second and even a third servicing. Most had their orgasm and let the next in line take her turn. A number of the women were accustomed to having multiple orgasms and stayed on me after their first till they quickly came a second time. Several women wanted their asses licked as part of the service, and, of course, I was happy to oblige.

The majority of women rode my face. A couple sat on the bed and had me kneel in front of them. A few lay on the bed with their thighs over my shoulders and pillows under their butts as I ate them. One sat backwards on me, playing with me as she warned me how much trouble I'd be in if I came. She was doing everything she could do with her hands and mouth, however, to get me to break that rule. Only my complete focus on her pussy allowed me to hold out. Another woman said she wanted to borrow me for a night of pussy eating. I told her that is was up to you if you wished to share me, and that, if you were to give your permission, she could have me whenever she wanted.

One poor girl, try as she might, just couldn't seem to come. I tried everything I could think of to get her off. She humped me, we tried different positions, all to no avail. Then I thought to stick a finger in her vagina as I sucked her clitoris and vaginal lips into my mouth. I used the "come hither" stroke on her g-spot. The did it. I thought she was going to break my neck when her orgasm struck. 

After a time, I heard more whispering in the hall. I made out a voice saying, "What if he doesn't want to?"

Your voice rang out over the others, "He'll do what I tell him to do. Do you want to do it, or not?" 

The answer must have been in the affirmative, as you told me to stand. Grabbing my erection, you led me out of the room and down the hallway. I could sense others in the hall, as we passed by, though I was still blind-folded. You led me into the bathroom and into the shower. There was a atmosphere of tension in the room.

After pushing me to my knees, you stepped aside, and I heard one of the women in front of me rustling with her clothes. Suddenly, I was bathed in a hot stream of liquid, as she began to urinate on me. The others in the room let out a cheer as she sprayed her stream back and forth across my face. When she finished, I leaned in and began cleaning her pussy with my tongue. The salty taste of her pee mixed with her pussy juices was very pleasant, and I applied myself to the task eagerly. The excitement of the whole experience rewarded her with knee-buckling climax. She would have fallen if someone had not grabbed her.

"Anybody else?" you asked. 

Two other women decided that they wanted to pee on me, too, and so I was treated to their golden showers, followed by a thorough cleaning of their pussies, much to their orgasmic delight. 

When they were finished, you told me to wash up and go back to the bedroom, where there would be a fresh blind-fold for me.

The rest of the evening was a continuing blur of more pussies, some shaved, some quite hairy, all fragrent and delicious. Some of the women were very vocal as they came, others came very privately. Some liked me to do all the work with my tongue and lips, while others seemed to want me to hold still, while they rubbed themselves against my face. I knew that your friends had no idea what a gift you were giving me, since only you knew what a passion I have for cunnilingus. The chance to service so many women in an evening like this was, for me, truly a dream come true. If there is a heaven and by chance I end up there, I'd happily spend an eternity just like this.

But all good things come to an end, eventually. I heard "Good byes" and fervant "Thank yous" and "When are we going to do this, again?" from the living room. When all your guests had departed, you returned to the bedroom.

"You did very well tonight. I am quite proud of you" you sweetly said to me, as you removed the blind-fold from my eyes. "Now you get your reward."

Blinking against the light, I watched as you slipped your panties off from under your skirt and mounted me. Smiling, you inserted me into you and sat down. Gently, at first, then more vigorously, you slid yourself back and forth against my pubic bone. Your clit and vagina get maximum contact this way, you have often told me. Even though you had said that this was my reward, and after hours of eating pussy, I was in a state of dire need, I knew better than to try to get off yet. You had spent the entire time of the party watching and listening to your friends' sexual needs being attended to, and I knew that you would be in a heightened state of arousal now that would require taking care of. And you instilled in me the rule that a lady must always be allowed to take her full measure of satisfaction first, before I ever think of myself. I have learned of the beauty of the female orgasm from you, and I now had the privilege of seeing that beauty take flight above me, as you began a series of climaxes. 

Finally, you said, "Okay, you can come." At the sound of the word from you, my long-delayed orgasm seemed to boil out of me, as I ejaculated into you. When I fell back on the bed, exhausted, you kept moving slowly, mixing our juices thoroughly in your vagina. 

Rolling off me, you said, "Time to clean up" You laid back, pulled a pillow under your butt and spread your legs apart for me to settle down between them. Your most intense orgasms often come from cunnilingus as you have a male eat you after he has ejaculated in you. It's a power thing, you said. From the sounds you are making as I lick you, this was one of those times. You thrashed back and forth on the bed and clutched me tightly to your groin, climaxes coming almost on top of one another.

When you were thoroughly spent, you pushed me away, rolled over and fell asleep almost immediately. As quietly as I could, I dressed and let myself out.



The Party



I want to give thanks to alexxrj for editing this story and thanks to SexyGeek for suggestions.

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I just got done with my hobby, taking photographs. I was at the park and couldn't wait to get to my computer so that I could edit today's shots to add to my collection. I just graduated High School and this was the beginning of my summer before I go on to college or to work. I haven't decided which.

I just turned 18 a week ago. I'm a little nerdy but don't look like one. I'm only 5 feet and 9 inches tall but in pretty good shape. No, I don't have a six pack but do look very fit without my shirt. I've had my fair share of girlfriends, just don't have a steady one right now.

I walked up the stairs to the back porch and entered the house through the back door. I was planning to head up the back stairs straight to my room to get started on my editing but that's when I heard some voices coming from the family room. I was curious because my dad was still at work. Who was with my mom?

It was my best friend, Gray. He was sitting on the couch drinking some juice. While my mom was across from him sitting on dad's chair talking and laughing with him.

This wasn't terribly strange but Gray hasn't been over for awhile. A few months ago he started hanging with a group of guys who I thought were ass holes, just plain old bullies.

The way they treated the women around them could only be called "abusive." And the women seemed to enjoy the way they were being treated. They always came back to the guys.

I'm not sure if Gray was treating women the same way or not. He did tell me one time since he started hanging with this new group that he was getting to know a lot of women.

I'm not sure about that, but he assured me the worse you treated them, for some reason, they always came back for more. Which made me wonder why my buddy was over at my house.

I just stood there watching as my mom, who as always, was obviously flirting with him, nothing serious, of course. By now, I should be use used to it she is always flirting with my friends and other men in the neighborhood. And, of course, Gray was flirting back.

Gray is six months older than me. At six feet tall, he was all muscles with a face women seem to like, never had problems finding a lady. He never was able to keep one for more than three months either, until he started to hanging around these other guys. 

He was also a member of the soccer team. When we graduated, Now that we are out of school he was planning on trying to join one of the adult teams in town. I think this is how he met those other guys.

My mom smiled at him as she stood picking up a book off the coffee table and walking over to the book case. Gray's eyes were following her; she stopped and bent over to put the book back on the bottom self. Gray, with a big grin on his face as he watch her bend over, staring at her ass.

She always dressed comfortably when she is off of work. Today, she was wearing tight black yoga pants which gave a very healthy view of her nice, tight ass. As a matter of fact, I was jealous that Gray was getting a better view of her ass than me, as she was bending over right in front of him.

I was used to guys checking out my mom. I see men turning their heads to catch a good look of her. Most of my friends talked about how sexy she is. They always tell me that she's a MILF and what they would like to do to her.

I would usually give them a hard punch or shove. Mostly, I retaliated to their comments by talking shit back. It didn't upset me when they said things about her. It kind of makes me hold my head up, and proud that she is my mom.

Guess I need to tell you a little bit about my mom. Her name is Kay, and very simply put, she is a doll. She's five foot five and works in real estate. She always says by staying in shape helps her with sales.

She keeps trim by watching what see eats, and exercising regularly. I'm not going to tell you she looks like a young 20 year old because she doesn't. She looks like a mature woman who is in great shape.

She has a nice rack, too. I did check out her bra once to see what size she was, 36 C. She looks great in whatever she wears. She has brown hair that falls just below her shoulders, but she keeps it in a ponytail when off of work.

She is always smiling and very friendly with everyone. As I said, she loves flirting. She always says flirting helps her in real estate.

My mom got back up from putting the book back. She walked over to the couch and sat next to Gray. That's when I decided to join them in the family room.

"What's up," I said, as I entered the room.

"It's about time you got home!" my mom said, as she watched me walk into the family room.

"Hey, Jack. Out taking pictures again?" Gray asked, as I sat down in dad's chair.

"Sure was. Whatcha doing here?" I asked.

"He came over to ask you a question," Mom said, cheerfully.

In a loud voice, Gray, looking a little mean at my mom, said, "Now let me talk to him, Mrs. Stone!"

"OK, OK, sorry," my mom replied, looking a little upset from the way Gray talked to her.

Then looking at me, Gray continued in a normal voice, "You know my folks always have a party this time of year for the adults. This year we are old enough to attend, being how we're both 18 now."

"I've been looking forward to finally being able to attend."

"Well, my mom wants to know if you would like to take pictures of the party for her, since you love taking pictures?"

Then my mom butted in, "He would be glad to do it."

Gray again looked at my mom with a dirty look and said in a controlling, commanding voice, "Look Mrs. Stone, I'm talking with Jack. Please stop butting in!"

I noticed Mom was about to say something, which made me say, "Sure thing." Mom just smiled at me. 

Gray, then looking back at me, "Good, my mom would like for you to come over to talk to her about it. So she can tell you what she would like done."

"Let her know that I'll be over later."

Looking at Gray with a wild look of her own, though smiling, my mom said, "You're right, Gray. This is the first time you guys are old enough to come. I think you will have a great time. As long as you don't mind hanging out with all of us married folk in the neighborhood."

For a minute there was silence, as Gray looked at my mom. I think he was trying to send a message that he was in control of this conversation and not her.

He spoke, "No, not at all, Mrs. Stone, but I think there will be a few single folks there this year, besides us two. I think we will have a great time, but Jack might be too busy taking pictures to enjoy himself." With that said, Gray got up and headed out.

Mom looked at me, "You don't mind taking pictures do you?"

"No, not at all. Really. Since this is my first time to the party. By taking pictures means that I will be everywhere, seeing everything. I might have more fun than everyone else," I replied, as I started to head out of the room.

Before I could get away, Mom asked, "What has got into Gray? He seems to be quite bossy anymore."

"I think it's the new group of guys he's hanging around with." Before she could say anything else, I headed to my room.

The party at the Jones' is the biggest in the neighborhood. Over the years, it has gotten the reputation as being a very wild party. I always wanted to check it out to see for myself how wild it was.

I went over to the Jones' house to talk with Gray's mother. She gave me the low down of the party and what she would like for me to do

Just film the party and maybe take some individual pictures of people, if they ask. Which meant that I needed to ensure that I took my camcorder and a regular camera.

She told me that she was expecting the first guests to start to show up around 1pm and would like for me to get there before then.

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I've been looking forward to attending the Jones' party for years now. I felt it was kind of like a passage to adulthood, just being able to finally be old enough to go.

I arrived at the party before anyone else. Mrs. Jones wanted to start at the front door to catch the guests as they walked in. Mr. Jones grabbed Mrs. Jones and had me film them giving an introduction.

I was doing my thing when Gray walked in with four of his new buddies, "Hey Jack, having fun?"

After catching my attention he continued, "Let me introduce these guys to you. That's Jake, TJ, Mike, and Mack."

All four of his friends were large, well-built, young men. They were all over six feet tall and well dressed. By looking at them, you knew they were very confident in themselves. They were also members of one of the adult soccer teams in town.

I stopped filming to hold out my hand to shake hands with each of them. "Glad to meet you guys. Don't mind me, in case Gray didn't tell you, I'm filming this whole party for his mom."

I think it was Jake who said, "He told us. He also wants us to take you under our wing like we did him. Which means you need to come to one of our soccer practices."

"Guess we'll see. Today is a great day to get to know each other." The five of them just chuckled as they walked on in and past me.

I grabbed Gray by the arm, "Hey I figured they would all have dates since you're always telling me how the girls follow them?"

Gray just looked at me, "They want to see if they can hook up here."

I was laughing now, "Really? Looks like all the women here are married."

They were all looking at me now and I just smiled and said, "Good luck!"

A few minutes later my mom and dad walked in. Dad, as always when he is off of work, was in shorts and a t-shirt.

Mom was also wearing her normal off-of-work outfit: blue jean shorts and a pull over top, which did show off her rack and tight stomach. She also was wearing her hair in a ponytail.

Dad looked at me. "Hope you enjoy yourself, don't just take pictures, have fun."

"I plan on it," I replied.

The bash was in full swing now. Everyone had a beer or some kind of drink in their hand now. This is how I found out Gray's new friends were all 21, because Mr. Jones did card them. I think he did it as a joke but I saw the surprised look on his face when he found out their age.

Out in the back yard Mr. Jones had a line of grills. He had tasked someone to man each one, even my dad was helping out. People were all around in groups talking and enjoying the day.

I milled about, filming and from time to time, taking picture of couples. I was having fun talking with everyone in the neighborhood.

Everyone was having a great time. The women were all flirting with the men and the men were flirting back. Other than that I didn't see anything wild going on. Everyone was getting drunk and having a great time.

I also was watching Gray's friends. They were having fun flirting with all the women. I think they were trying to hook up with them.

What was good about being the guy taking the pictures, people tend to not notice you, even if you're right next to them. Which help me to overhear a lot of the conversations.

I heard a few women talking about Gray's friends, thinking it was cute that a group of young men wanted to be with them. I think they were all flattered by being hit on by young men. None of them were pissed about it, because they didn't tell their husbands.

I saw my mom talking with a few of Gray's friends. It looked like she was in a deep conversation with TJ right now. So I walked over to where they were to see if I could listen in. As I got closer, the first thing I noticed was my mom seemed to be staring at TJ's trousers.

I made sure I was far enough away that they didn't notice me, but could still hear every word they were saying. I wasn't taking any pictures at this time.

TJ, trying to keep his voice low, "Have you ever cheated on your husband?"

Laughing, Mom said in a normal voice, "Hell no! I'm not planning on it either. I'm old enough to be your mom."

"OK, but tell me you've never been tempted at all?" TJ said, still trying to push the subject.

Mom, now giving TJ the evil eye, "Look, TJ, you seem to be a nice guy. But, I don't think that's any of your business!"

TJ, laughing, knowing he is getting to her, continues, "So, you're telling me you have never fantasized about having a young, large cock fucking you?"

Now, looking TJ the eyes, my mom replied, "I don't think you need to know anything about my fantasies, young man."

TJ chuckled, "OK, but please answer this question: have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a real man's cock in you?"

"I have a real man at home, so why would I wonder?"

TJ leaned forward and whispered in Mom's ear, her eyes got wide and she pulled back from him. "Look, TJ, I'm married! What if my husband found out? Or my son?"

Chuckling, he moved his hands, as Mom's eyes followed them, grabbing his groin which made it look like he had a billy club stuffed in his pants. I noticed she was now staring, or should I say, hypnotized, by his immense trouser snake.

TJ just looked at her, "You think about it. There are five big cocks waiting to help you out with that fantasy of yours, that's right - five. Gray has a big cock also. Tell you what, go ask a female friend to join in, we won't tell. I think every female wants to be treated like a slut and have a big cock at least once."

He walked off without letting Mom answer. Mom also walked away and I couldn't help but stare at her magnificent ass as it swayed when she walked. She started to talk with Mrs. Brown, who lived across the street from us.

Mrs. Brown was about 12 years younger than my mom with two little kids. She still hadn't loss all the weight after having her last kid. But, she has a very cute face and a great rack.

I didn't listen to them as I had decided I would go over to another group and film some more. As I walked around filming the party, I noticed Mom was talking more and more with Gray's friends.

I was always either across the yard or too far away to hear what they were talking about. One time, I watched Mom and Mrs. Brown have a long conversation with Gray.

Time flew by and before I knew it the sun was going down. I was standing back and watching everyone. I saw Gray talking with my mom and Mrs. Brown again.

I started wondering what on earth the three of them were talking about. So I wandered over close to them to listen in.

Gray was talking, "Are you two sure this is what you want?"

Mrs. Brown, looking at my mom, answered, "Maybe it's the booze, but I always fantasize about being treated like a slut and fucked with a big cock. TJ talked to me earlier about it. I brushed him off, but then Kay came up to me. Well And, maybe it won't be so bad if the two of us did it together."

Gray looked at both of them, "Once we come down the stairs there is no turning back, there is no safe word."

He paused for a second and continued, "I know it's your fantasy. So make sure it's what you want. Think about it and let me know soon." He walked off.

The two women were whispering between themselves. I couldn't hear what they were talking about. Both were still drinking wine as they talked. Something didn't feel right in my gut, but I figured I was going to have to wait and see what developed.

Mrs. Brown, looking a little excited, and talking louder than she intended, "I remember what Alice (another neighbor) had told me about big pricks, how her first husband could make her do anything because he was well-hung."

Mom immediately moved her hand to her mouth and said, "Shh!" With that they went back to whispering. So, I walked away.

I saw Gray was now talking with his friends and they were laughing as they leered at the two ladies. I decided to keep an eye on them for a moment. Every now and then, they leaned in to whisper to one another as they stole glances of the women, so I knew something was up.

It didn't take long before Mom and Mrs. Brown walked over to the group. Mom spoke, "Gray, can we talk with you?"

"Sure thing, lets walk over here." Gray led the two women away from the group.

They were closer to me and didn't notice I was close by.

"What do you two lovely ladies want with me?" Gray asked.

The two women looked nervous as Mrs. Brown spoke up this time, "OK we want to do it."

Mom added stressing, "You need to promise that this won't get out. We need to maintain our spotless reputation in the neighborhood."

Gray, with a smirk, "I promise we will not tell anyone. We have our own reputations to maintain."

Looking both women in the eyes, and with a commanding voice, "You do understand you're going to be treated like sluts." Both women nodded.

"OK, you have to get rid of your husbands and be down in the basement at the end of the party. I'll tell my folks you wanted to watch a movie so I let you go into the basement, and for them not to worry if you fall sleep, that I'll check in on you," Gray told them.

It was now around 9pm and the crowd was thinning out fast, the wives making sure their drunk husbands got home safe and a few husbands making sure their drunk wives got home safe, as well.

The rest of the company was slowly heading to the door. As Mrs. Jones requested, I was filming everyone's departure.

Between breaks, I saw my dad talking to my mom, telling her it was time to go. They were having a heated conversation, and dad finally held up his hands and left.

As he walked out the door, he looked at me and said, "Your mom is going to watch a movie with Sue Brown."

I said, "OK. I'll be right along as soon as the Jones' are done with me. Don't stay up." He waved and out the door he went with Mr. Brown right behind him. I watched them walk down the road together, talking.

Mr. Jones said, "Don't leave yet, the wife and I want to put one more thing on the film."

I said, "OK, I'll be around until you give me the go ahead."

That's when I saw Gray talking with my mom in the kitchen. So I moved over by the door, so I could listen in.

Gray was talking, "You two go down to the basement and turn on your movie. That way you won't be lying to your husbands. If you hear us coming down the stairs you just keep your eyes on the T.V." Mom and Sue didn't answer, just nodded and went down the stairs.

Gray went outside where his buds were hanging. I heard Jake say, "We'll give them about 30 minutes. That way we can also make sure your mom and dad went upstairs and your friend Jack has left."

Gray said, "I'll let you know when it's clear," and he came back inside.

That's when Mr. Jones yelled, "Jack over here we're ready now."

I moved over to them and filmed their closing statements. Mrs. Jones slurring, "Hey, we're going up to bed. You can let yourself out."

I said, "OK, I'll just pack up and head home." I watched them head up the stairs.

Gray heard what I said to them and said to me, "Hey, if you want, you can hang with us."

Knowing that he didn't really mean it, I replied, "Not tonight. I need to get home." I watched as he entered the downstairs bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, I grabbed my gear and made sure nobody saw me. Slowly, and as quietly as I could, I went down the stairs to the basement. I had to see what my mom and Mrs. Brown had gotten themselves into. When I got to the bottom steps I saw Sue and my mom watching a movie.

I looked to see if there was a place where I could hide. The Jones' had their basement set up with two couches facing a large TV and a pool table behind the couches.

They had a curtain pulled across, dividing the rest of the basement. I looked behind the curtain and saw they kept the washer and dryer behind it, so I ducked behind them.

I put down my camera case and pulled out my camcorder. I slipped in a fresh new disk, which would give me another eight hours of recording. I didn't think I'd need that much, but I wanted to be able to keep it separate from the party disk.




The Party



Not knowing what was going to exactly happen had my mind going crazy. Just that the two women had way too much alcohol and wanted to live out a fantasy. Well, regardless, I'll make sure it's on film.

I heard the basement door open, so I turned on my camera and pointed it at the stairs. As the guys walked down they were talking among themselves, about nothing, really.

When they hit the bottom step, Jake yelled out, "What do we have here?!"

"Looks like the two prick teasers!" shouted someone else. Everyone laughed.

Jake yelled in a loud, commanding voice, "YOU TWO BITCHES, STAND UP!!"

My mom looked back behind her and shouted, "I don't like being called a bitch, and who do you think you are, ordering us to stand!" even though she and Sue were in the progress of standing.

Nobody paid attention to what she had said. Jake seemed to be the one running the show. Still with a commanding voice, but not as loud, "Ladies, I need you to look at me and give me your full focus!"

The women were both facing him now. I couldn't tell if they were having second thoughts or not, but their eyes looked a little frightened. But, neither one of them made a dash for the stairs. Must be what they had told the guys they wanted.

Jake continued, "Good, now that I have your full attention. Gray has informed me that you two are nothing but prick teasers. Well, I think we need to make an example out of you two mature bitches."

"Look, we like to flirt, we didn't think we were teasing anyone," my mom replied, with a nervous voice.

Jake, with a chuckle, "Same thing, now take your tops off."

Sue and my mom just stood there and didn't move. Jake, now with a threatening voice, "I just told you two to do something. Now off with your tops!" 

Then Mack added, "You two sluts need to call us 'Sir' from now on. Understand?!"

Both women together weakly said, "Yes, sir."

Someone shouted out, "OK bitches, you're wasting our time just standing there!!"

Mom looked at the guys and said softly, "Guess you're right, sir."

Sue had on a white button-down blouse on and she started unbuttoning it, while Mom slowly stated to pull her top off. The guys were watching every move these two made. I have never seen my mom naked and here she was removing her top in front of four strangers and my best friend Gray.

As Mom continued to pull her top off, her bra came into view. It was just a plain white bra. Her tits bounced a little as she pulled it over her head. Sue was also removing her blouse and her plain brown bra came into view.

TJ walked up to them both, and grabbed their tops and put them on the pool table. The guys were making wise cracks about the women not having on sexy bras. You could see some embarrassment in Sue and my mom's faces, but they didn't say anything.

Jake looked over to Gray and said, "What's next?"

Gray look very excited as he looked at both women, but in a loud voice he yelled, "The bras, take them off now!!"

Man, I was excited, too. I always wanted to see my mom's tits, and now I was going to get my first view of them. I know it sounds like the women were being forced, but they did ask for it.

Mom gave Gray a dirty, nasty look, but she slowly moved her hands to do as she was told. I watched them both reach behind to unsnap their bras.

Keeping my camera on my mom, she reached up to her left shoulder pulling down her bra strap and letting it slide down her arm. Now holding on to the front of her bra, she reached up and pulled down the other strap.

TJ walked over to Mom first, holding out his hand for her to hand him the bra. As she handed her bra to him her tits bounced free.

Hanging there, fully exposed in front of these four strangers, and Gray. As I looked at her breasts for the first time, I noticed they sagged but still looked great. Her nipples were now hard as a rock, pointing straight out from her areolas, which were a nice light color.

He grabbed hold of her long nipples and started to pull and twist them hard. He looked at all the guys observing and yelled out, "Wow! These long ass nipples are going to be fun to play with!"

Now putting a nipple into his mouth, he bit hard. Mom yelped out, part from pain and also maybe from pleasure or surprise. It was hard to say.

"Shut up, bitch!" he yelled.

"Sir, please don't give me any hickeys. I don't want to explain them to my husband," she begged.

He smiled at that, "Tough shit, sweetheart! You're going get more than hickeys tonight." Then he pulled and twisted them again before he put her tit back into his mouth biting harder this time.

When he finished playing with Mom's tits he walked over to Sue, holding out his hand. It was her turn to give him her bra. Sue's tits didn't sag as much and looked much more firm then my mom's. She has dark areolas, though her nipples were just as long as my mom's.

TJ grabbed hold of her nipples, making sure he played just as hard with them as he did my mom's. Sue's face looked like she was enjoying this rough treatment.

After finishing with her he walked away looking at both bra sizes and yelled out, "The bitch with the white bra, size 36 C. And the other bitch, 34 D." Then he tossed them on top of the pool table.

The guys were laughing, making comments about the women's tits and bra size. Here was my mom and Sue with their boobs hanging, fully exposed in front of these four strangers, and Gray.

If Mom knew I was there watching this, she would be humiliated, but what she don't know won't hurt her.

Then, Gray yelled out, "Wow! I never saw nipples as long as these two sluts." Everyone had a good chuckle over that comment.

Both women started to smile until Jake yelled, "Now, put your hands under your boobs. Let's see them things bounce ladies. Let's get this show going."

Sue looked at Jake, "Sir, you're kidding, right?"

Jake had an angry look on his face. Looking right at Sue, and then at my mom, "You two sluts don't think you should give us a show for being prick teasers?"

He then walked over to Sue and slapped her across her face, not terribly hard but hard enough.

Mom spoke up, "SIR, no! No! Wait! Please, don't!"

Then she looked at Sue and said, "Well...this is what we asked for, so let's get this over with."

Sue looked at my mom, "OK."

Mom now looked at Jake and said with a submissive voice, "Sir, we'll do it."

Jake smiled and stated with a voice of control, "I'm glad to see you're done wasting time. Now, put them hands under your tits and let's see if you can convince me not to slap someone again."

So Mom and Sue started to bounce and play with their tits.

I just couldn't believe what was going on. And I was making sure I got it all on film.

I didn't understand why, but I was enjoying watching Sue and my mom being controlled by these guys. I also noticed all of the guys were now calling them names and started to get more dominant with them.

I never thought of my mom as being submissive, and I really didn't know Sue that well. Usually, Mom seemed to be the one in control and demanding of other people.

I started to wonder what these guys were going to do next. I heard Jake yell, "Look, you two cunts better start making them titties move faster. You're starting to piss me off with your lack of enthusiasm."

With that, the women started to really bounce them faster.

"That's more like it!" Jake yelled.

I saw two of the guys take out their phones and start taking pictures. After a few minutes, Jake said, "You two bitches can stop now."

Mom, speaking softly, "Sir, I don't like being called a bitch. Please don't call us that."

Jake just smiled and didn't reply.

Gray then roughly said, "OK, let's finish. Take the rest off."

Sue and Mom smiled at Gray as they both reached for their shorts. They were standing close to each other, unknowingly allowing me to watch them both slowly unzip.

Both women were wearing a big smile as they looked at the guys. They looked at each other, then let their shorts fall at the same time. Slowly, they stepped out of them, their plain white panties now in full view.

I realized that I was going to see my mom nude for the first time, and damn was my cock hard. Again, the guys were having fun talking about how these two didn't wear anything sexy. I kept the camera on them as both slowly continued to remove their panties.

Someone was laughing and said, "You know, I love seeing those wedding rings. Gonna make this so much more fun."

Then Mack yelled out, "We're going to have some amazing fun with these two prick teasers." All the guys laughed.

The women hooked their fingers into their panties and pulled them down and stepped out of them. As their pussies came into view, I saw my mom's was shaved and Sue's was trimmed. The only hair Sue had on her pussy was a landing strip.

I'll never forget this day, finally getting to see my mom totally nude. As a bonus, I also got to seeing my neighbor naked.

Jake yelled out, "For older women, you two have great bodies."

Mom and Sue both smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."

Gray spoke up, "Wow! Looking real good. Now, slowly turn around so we can really get a good look."

They slowly turned, with their backs now towards the guys.

"OK, now bend over and touch your toes," Mike demanded.

Slowly, they both bent down. You could see their ass cracks and pussy lips really well. All the guys howled. The women stayed bent over for a while and then stood back up, turning around facing the guys again, as the laughing died down.

As he was removing his clothes, Jake shouted out, "Kay, get your ass over here. NOW!!"

I just thought, 'damn,' after he removed his pants. Out popped the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It wasn't as big as the ones you see in the X-rated movies, but damn, it was big and fat.

He pulled my mom's hair hard as he drew her closer to him. With a dominant voice, he Jake continued, "Go ahead slut, touch it. Check out what's going to be fucking you soon."

He grabbed her hand and put it on his long cock. Submissively, she started to move her hand back and forth on his long staff. She couldn't keep her eyes off it as she moved her hand.

The rest of the guys were taking off their clothes and someone grabbed Sue, but I was paying more attention to my mom and keeping the camera on her. I did notice, though, that all of the guys had very large dicks, even Gray.

With a voice of control, Jake ordered Mom, "Now put it into your mouth. You know what to do with it."

Mom slowly tried to put that large cock into her mouth. As she started sucking on it, Jake yelled, "This isn't going to work!"

Moving his hand behind her head, he forcefully pushed his cock more into her mouth. Jake still holding the back of Mom's head, started pumping his cock in and out, roughly face fucking her. She was gagging a little but didn't try to push him away.

I looked over at Sue and she was being treated just as roughly. The five guys had total control over these women. I was surprised at how submissive they were being.

I've never known my mom as being submissive, but I guess she had always fantasized about it, being how she wanted this and now she was getting it.

I went back to watching my mother being roughly face fucked by Jake's cock. Even though she is my mother, I couldn't help but get excited while watching her lips sliding over that snake. Even from my location I could hear the slurping sounds she was making.

As Mom was taking a deep breath, Jake rammed his cock down her throat as far as he could and Mom started groaning, "Ummmm," around his cock.

"Oh... fuck... bitch... take it!" Jake shouted. He then began ramming his cock in and out of her mouth so roughly she was gagging.

"Fuck... shit... Oh... my fucking god! I'm cumming!" he shouted.

Mom looked a little surprised as he filled her mouth with his cum. She had no choice but to swallow as fast as she could, trying not to gag. She started choking so Jake pulled his cock from her mouth.

"Well, how was she?" Mack asked.

Jake smiles, "Not bad...for an old bitch." All the guys laughed.

TJ was now grabbing Mom's hair hard and positioning her on the floor so that she was on all fours. Her ass was facing him now.

He positioned his large, stiff cock near her pussy. He was gripping her waist to hold her in place. He slammed his rod deep into her wet pussy all the way.

The forceful entry must have felt good to my mom, because she responded to it with a soft moan, which sounded like pleasure. "Oh, yes, yes. Oh it feels so good."

TJ began to jackhammer his cock into her. He now had a big smirk on his face, knowing he had total control over her. Damn, the woman I call 'Mom' was actually enjoying herself.

She began to get very vocal and nasty. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yes, yes! Aaaahhhhh!" She was clearly having a huge orgasm.

This was getting quite interesting. My own cock was wanting some relief, but I couldn't do anything without giving myself up.

She continued yelling, "Oh! Fuck me!! Come on, fuck me!! Take my pussy, come on, show me what you got!!"

TJ stopped fucking her. He pulled all the way out of her cunt. Mom started going crazy, looking back at him, "You bastard, don't stop!!"

TJ pulled his arm back and slapped her ass hard a few times.

Mom yelped, "What was that for, sir?"

He looked at her, and with a very dominant voice said, "Listen up, bitch. If you want me to finish getting you off, you need to beg me to fuck you. Don't try to tell me what to do."

Mom, still desperate for him to finish her off, replied, "Yes, whatever you want. Just fuck me, sir!"

He slapped her ass harder this time, and with a no nonsense tone said, "Look, you old bitch. I said beg!! Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you!!"

With a very submissive voice, she instantly replied, "Sir, please fuck me with your big cock! Give it to me! I want to cum on your hard dick!"

"What was that, whore? Speak up," TJ demanded.

"Please! Ooooohhhh, fuck me, sir!" she submissively groaned a lot louder.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"OOOHHHHHH, PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK!!" she yelled.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up, and with his free hand he started squeezing one of her tits roughly. Then he said, "Good girl, that's better."

He slammed his cock back into her. "Unnnhhhhh, yes, yes!" Mom was groaning, enjoying herself.

Then TJ shouted out, "Goddamn, this Slut can fuck!!"

Glancing over to Sue, I saw she was getting fucked just as rough. Mike was pulling and twisting her tits, too, as he fucked her.

TJ then shot a load of cum into my mom. He pulled out and stood up slapping her on the ass again, "OK, Gray. Your turn with this old prick teaser."

Mom was still on her hands and knees as Gray was getting behind her. He said, "Bitch, I've been wanting to tap this ass of yours for a long time. You've been teasing me for a very long time."

He then roughly rammed his big cock into her. He bent down, reached around her, grabbed her tits and started punishing them. He was squeezing them, pulling hard on her nipples. He then slapped them a few times.

This rough treatment was obviously making her hotter. When he wasn't playing with her tits he was fucking her hard and calling her all kind of nasty names.

Between her gasping, Mom submissively said, "Sorry, sir. I thought you enjoyed my teasing."

"I loved the teasing but I always wanted more, and now I'm getting it, bitch." After slapping her ass hard, he continued, "Too bad Jack isn't here to enjoy this cunt. Damn, your pussy is good, bitch."

Still being submissively, "Sir, please, Jack and my husband can never find out about this. Please, this has to stay a secret."

Gray was laughing, "Then you better fuck me good, slut."

The guys were now taking turns with the women, fucking them both hard. Sometimes, it would be two guys fucking them at same time. Sue and my mom were having multiple orgasms as these guys fucked them. I envied my best friend so much right now.

These five guys fucked them roughly and hard for hours. While filming, I saw mom thrashing her body, causing her tits to bobble and shake and roll.

I couldn't understand why these two were enjoying themselves being treated this way. My mom and Sue were willingly getting gang-banged by these guys.

When it seemed like this would never end, the guys finally quit, with everyone now done fucking.

Jake commanded, "OK, bitches. Come over here to me!"

The two women submissively moved over to where Jake was standing. The rest of guys surrounded Jake and the mature women.

Jake was laughing cruelly, "We just showed these two subs what it's like to get fucked by real men. Look at these two prick teasers now, all worn out. They are going to be sore for days."

Then, with no emotion he looked at the two 'sluts' and continued in a loud voice, "On your knees, sluts, next to each other now!"

Both women, being tired and sore, slowly moved to their knees. Jake was now looking down at the women and, with a commanding voice, asked, "Did we fulfill your fantasy tonight? You two enjoy yourselves as much as we did?"

With a very submissive voice, Mom replied, "Yes sir, I enjoyed myself. It was what we asked for and I'll remember it forever."

Sue then replied, "Yes, sir. It was a night to remember."

Then they both smiled at the guys, which made the guys laugh.

Clearly amused, Jake took control, "Oh, it arouses you to be man-handled by a man, other than your husband?"

Neither woman answered. He moved his face really close to Mom's, looking right into her eyes. He yanked her head back by her hair. Then, screaming into her face, "Now, answer me, slut!!"

"Yes, sir," she answer rather meekly.

Sue was smiling-she was enjoying watching my mom getting abused.

Then he turned, and with his other hand grabbed Sue by the hair, asking her the same question. She proudly yelled, "YES, SIR!!"

Jake laughed. Then, with a commanding voice, "Listen, sluts! If you find yourselves wanting to live out another fantasy, just call Gray. If you find yourselves hooked on big cock and needing another good fucking, you call Gray. He will take care of you as long as you take care of him. He might even contact me to come by and fuck you with my big cock. Understood?!"

Both women replied with submissive voices, "Yes sir."

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I was wondering how I was going to get out of there without being noticed.

Jake saved me by saying, "Leave your clothes here. Go upstairs and use the bathroom there. Better be quiet so that you don't wake up Gray's mom and dad." And with that, everyone left.

I packed up my gear, and as I walked past the pool table, I grabbed Sue's and Mom's bras. I figured while the woman looked for their bras, it'd give me enough time to get home before Mom did.

As I got to the top of the stairs, the guys were all in the family room, so I went out the back door. Thankfully unnoticed.

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I couldn't believe that I just watched my mom and my neighbor get royally fucked. Plus, they consented to all of this. I was very jealous of my best friend right now.

The reputation of the Jones' parties as being very wild is true.

Guess now the question is, what other fantasies did Mom want to do? Plus, was she now hooked on big cock? If so, what was she willing to do to continue getting it?

One of my fans wanted me to add this comment. All comments, suggestions or story ideas are welcome. I read them all.



The Party



Day 1 - Monday

The party was Saturday night and I looked forward to it with excited anticipation, but remained focused on that which my Master demanded of me. There would be no mistakes and I would be the best submissive a Master could ask for.

Monday morning, I awoke and raced to the calendar making a big red X on the date. Then I prepared Master's breakfast and served it to him in bed, dressed as he wished. "Naked, except for your little apron covering your owned pussy, pet."

In the bedroom, I quietly set the tray down and went to my Master's feet. "You'll wake me each morning, by placing soft, respectful kisses upon my feet." I kissed and licked his feet gently until he stirred, then picked up the tray and knelt before him. When he opened his eyes and gazed upon my erect nipples, he smiled. After placing the tray on his lap, I sat back on my haunches and awaited his command.

"Show me the ass I own," he said, as he began feeding himself. I stood and turned around as instructed, bent over and grabbed my ankles until he gave me another command. "Present those owned tits of yours to your Master." I turned to face him and lifted my tits in a way that they could be used to hold whatever object he wished to place upon them. I trembled, knowing if I let anything fall, that was one step further from me attending the party. "I'd like to see the pussy I own, please." Lifting the apron high, I stood exposed and completely still, although I was squirming on the inside and for some reason I think he took pleasure in knowing this. 

"Come here," he said, holding out his index finger. As I approached him he ordered me to separate my pussy lips and move my slit up and down his finger so that he could feel its wetness. This was so humiliating that I felt my whole body redden, but I did as ordered, only to have him mock me. "Awwwww...is that little pussy hot for its Master's attention?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, feeling the juices, running warm through my shaved cunt. It was embarrassing to know that my Master had me in such heat and could keep me this way for as long as he wished.

Once he finished breakfast, I removed the apron and ran the shower for him. "You know what, I think today I want you to squat next to the shower, with your hands clasped behind your head, and wait until I'm through."

It seemed like forever. The muscles in my legs burned and my arms ached to be lowered. Finally, when the water in the shower stopped running, I felt a sense of relief. But now I would have to dry him and apply lotion to his body. Tears welled in my eyes and intermittent whimpers escaped my lips and I feared I would not be able to stand. 

When he stepped from the shower, he said, "Rise." I couldn't move and when I forced my aching body, it toppled over clumsily. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Master said, shaking his head. "Only day and already one demerit. Hmmmmm, makes me wonder if you're going to make it to that party or not?"

This was unreasonable! I only thought it, for I would never dare speak those words to him, knowing on top of my aching body, I'd have a burning ass. Damn son of a bitch, kept running through my mind as I dried him thoroughly. He was making this impossible for me!

Before he left for work, he dictated tasks which I was to complete today before he returned home. "Bend over the counter, so your ass is sticking out and your tits are hanging there and make note of your chores." The list seemed to go on forever as I jotted each task on paper - tasks that went beyond my normal everyday tasks. 

"Oh, by the way, I want the kitchen floor scrubbed—not mopped— scrubbed! And for your pleasure, pet, why don't you go get the butt plug." He knew this wasn't for my pleasure, but his. There were other times when he made me scrub the floor on my hands and knees after inserting the plug and he'd sit there watching me. "Put more vigor into it, sweetness...let's see that ass move... I want to hear those tits smacking against you." Today he wouldn't be watching, but there would be a smile on his lips imagining me doing as he ordered. 

I was to leave the plug in until he came home. I hated this and he knew it. Before he left he flashed an evil grin, "Have fun today, love."

I scurried about doing my chores, hoping I would complete them to his satisfaction, crying, wondering why he was making me work so hard for one night out. I hated him, knowing that all day he would be wearing a smile.

The hands on the clock seemed to move faster than usual—so fast that I was hard-pressed to take a short break for a bite to eat. It was almost 6 PM so, I looked around the house to make certain that everything was perfect. The table was set, music played softly in the atmosphere and the candles were lit, adding to the calming ambiance. I checked my list to make sure everything was done.

The car pulled up in the drive-way just as I poured the wine into his glass. I removed my apron, sat on my haunches at the front door, head down, holding out his drink. "Well, well, something smells good," he complimented taking the glass from my hand. I immediately greeted him by kissing his feet. "Thank you, Sir."

My butt hole was aching from the duration of the plug inside, but I dare not ask for it to be removed. I was happy when he sat down at the head of the table because I was starving and couldn't wait to eat. "Come here, pet," Master said, holding out a collar. "Look, I bought a present for you today." I knelt before him and he placed the collar around my neck. "Thank you, Sir." Patting the top of my head, he said, "You're welcome. Now, I'm hungry, so please serve me."

My mouth was watering as I prepared his plate with the meal I had cooked. When I went to take my place at the table, he said, "Where are you going?" I looked at him questioningly. "Under the table, dear ... that's where your dinner is."

I couldn't stop myself from glaring at him, as tears welled in my eyes. "I worked hard today," I complained. "I haven't had time to eat! I'm hungry! You're being mean." The sentences came out in sobs. "And my fucking ass hurts from this damn plug!!"

Within seconds, he pushed himself from the table, grabbed me and threw me over his knee. One smack after another echoed throughout the house as he lectured me on respect and submission. I was an ungrateful, naughty girl, who didn't deserve him as a Master, he told me. He spanked me until not only my asshole burned, but my butt cheeks were afire and I sobbed and screamed and pleaded for his forgiveness.

When he finished, he put me back on my knees, where I apologized profusely for my outburst. 

"I'm sorry, Sir," I cried. 

"I know you are baby," he said softly, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Now what does my little girl want?"

I looked up at him and said, "May I please enjoy your cock, Sir, while you're dining?"

"That's my good girl," he said, smiling.

He stood up and dropped his pants saying, "I'm even going to let you have a treat. You may suck on my balls as well."

"Thank you, Sir," I said, crawling under the table.

Master was already rock hard as I took his cock in my hand and flicked my tongue around the tip, licking off the pre cum. I stuck my tongue gently and teasingly into his pee hole. My hand worked up and down the shaft, while lifting his manhood to kiss and lick his balls. Then, I lapped with my full, flat tongue pressed hard against them. Hearing his ooooohs and ahhhhs, I knew what I was doing pleased him. I buried my head deep between his thighs as I licked every inch of his balls, feeling them grow hard with cum. 

When I was sure that I had licked every inch of them, I flicked my tongue on the underside of his cock all the way from the base to the head, slowly stroking the shaft. When I reached the head of his cock I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around its head and sucked. Then, I removed his cock from my mouth and licked the underside of its head for a bit before reinserting the head in my mouth. I sucked half way down, before sucking back up to the tip. I moaned and purred as each time my mouth moved further down his shaft and when I finally reached its base I held there briefly while my tongue worked its magic. The thought of his cock filling my mouth made my cunt—my owned cunt—moist and wet and I squirmed with want. Slowly, with my lips pressed tightly around his shaft, I worked my mouth back up to the head and then fast and hard sucked his cock deep into my throat. Over and over again my mouth moved up and down his shaft in deliberate, rhythmic motions and I could feel the blood pulsating through his hardness. He was about to explode, when he ordered me to stop.

"I'm finished eating, pet," he said putting his plate on the floor. "Come get your goodies." I crawled out from under the table and looked up at him. "Lick the plate clean, sweetness." 

This was the ultimate humiliation. Bending down to lick the scraps from his plate, my ass sat high in the air; too tempting for him. His hand stroked my spine down to my buttocks, where he grasped the plug and began fucking my ass, slowly and meaningfully, causing me to groan with pain and lap the plate faster. "That's it baby girl, lick your Master's plate clean," he snickered.

Faster and faster he plunged the plug deeper into my sore anus and faster and faster I lapped until finally sobs of my torment filled the house. I screamed out, "Please, Master, please no more. I'm begging you. PLEEEEEEEEZE."

When he stopped, he pulled the plug out and I gratefully thanked him, with tear-stained cheeks. "Oh but you know I'm not finished with that ass," he said, his voice deep and maniacal. "There's a job you haven't completed, yet." He pointed to his cock and I crawled toward him, mouth ajar. "No...no...little girl. I want this cock in your ass. That's where I want to dump my load."

I quaked at the thought of his huge shaft pounding roughly in and out of my irritated asshole. "Please, Master, "I begged tearfully. "Please, I can't bare it."

"Okay, pet...I wouldn't do anything to harm you," he said, with a sympathetic kindness. "We don't have to go to that party, Saturday night."

This first day was rough and I could only picture it getting worse, but I so wanted to go to the party. I sighed, "Where would you like my owned ass, Sir?"

He flashed a smile of superiority and pointed to the lower breakfast nook. I rose, bent over and spread my ass cheeks for him. "Please, Sir, use my ass for your pleasure." He laughed heartily, before rubbing the head of his cock around my burning hole and then up and down its crack. I grabbed the counter tightly anticipating his entry.

He didn't plunge himself into me, but rather inserted it in a way that my hole would feel every torturous inch. I bit my bottom lip, as tears filled my eyes.

"That's it you nasty little slut, suffer for Daddy," he said extracting it just as slowly. "Suffer for Daddy's pleasure." He breathed in a fashion that told me he was deriving great pleasure from my pain. He squeezed my shoulders as he began a faster ride, each time plunging deeper inside of me until my stomach felt the pain of his pounding. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer and a harrowing scream escaped my lips. "Please ...pleeeeeeeeease stop," I begged. 

His hand came down hard upon my ass repeatedly in fast, hard swats as he rode me quickly...telling me I was his slut...his fuck hole...his whore and I would endure any amount of pain for his pleasure, because he owns me. "Right? Right, bitch?" he growled, smacking my ass severely.

"Yes, Sir," I yelped and shouted at the top of my lungs, "Yes...pleeeeease, pleeeeeeeeease, please let me bring you pleasure. I'm proud that I'm your whore, your slut. I'm honored to have you use...

Suddenly, I felt his warm cum shoot into my ass and he fell limp on my back. It wasn't until his cock grew soft within me that I felt any relief. With me still bent over and him on top of me, I cried. 

"There...there, pet," he said, kissing the nape of my neck and stroking my hair. "It's okay. You were a good girl today and one step closer to going to that party." He removed himself from me and lifted me into his arms, hugging me tightly and placing tiny pecks on my tear-stained cheeks, swollen eyes, mouth and nose. With one final hug, he said..."I'm going to prepare you a nice sudsy bath and you can relax the rest of the night...I'll even clean up the kitchen...you just go sit down."

"I'd rather stand, Sir," I said, feeling the flame from my butt cheeks.

When my bath was ready, Master helped me into the tub. He bathed me sensuously, in gentle strokes with a soft cloth. But when he reached for my bottom, I cringed. "Relax baby girl I'll be careful," he said with a smile. I moaned as the warm water soothed my butt hole.

After he thoroughly dried every crack and crevice, he applied aloe to the abused parts of my body. Then, he wrapped me in a towel, lifted me into his arms, and carried me to the bed, where I lie naked under the comforter. "Sleep well, pet," he said, with a tender kiss upon my lips.

Day 2- Tuesday

When I awoke, the sun was shining brightly and Master was not beside me. I looked at the time. "Oh god," I screeched. It was almost noon. Having slept through my morning tasks of tending to Master, I knew that he would be angry and I would be one step further from the party. I jumped from the bed, threw on my robe and raced to the phone to call him and beg his forgiveness. As I picked up the receiver, I spotted a note on the table.

You may call me if you wish, but it was I who chose to let you rest, so there will be no consequences for you to pay. Check your task list and tend to that only. I want you to rest, because tonight you'll work hard.

My heart raced, wondering what he had in store for me this evening. Nevertheless, I was relieved that he was not upset with me. With a sigh, I poured myself a cup of coffee, quickly checked my list of everyday tasks, then grabbed a magazine and lazily lay upon the chaise lounge. Yes, today I would relax.

An hour or so before Master returned home I looked around to make sure everything was perfect. The table was set elegantly with candles lit. His favorite dinner was ready to be plated. Ambient music played his favorite composition. I smiled as I poured a glass of wine for him and then I knelt at the door— fragrant and naked. As the car pulled into the driveway, it occurred to me that I hadn't checked my list again to make sure everything was done. "Shit!" There was no time now; however, they were my everyday tasks and surely I remembered those.

As the door opened, I felt my cunt grow moist and my clit dance as my Master approached. My head remained bowed until Master lifted my chin to face him. "If others knew of your loyalty and servitude to me, I would be envied." He smiled and I reciprocated. "Rise, baby girl." He held me tightly in his arms and I rested my head against his chest for a long embrace.

With a final squeeze, I slithered down his body, returning to my knees and eagerly kissed his feet, moving up his inner legs with meaningful pecks until I reached his groin. Looking up at him with pleading eyes I said, "May I, Sir?" He nodded and slowly I removed his cock and kissed it. Afterward, I thanked him for allowing me the honor.

We dined, each sharing topics of our day. "How did the suit turn out?" he asked. My heart stopped for a moment. My jaw dropped and eyes widened. I didn't have to speak for him to know that I failed to complete a task. "Go get the list," he said in a tone of disapproval. I handed him my daily task list and stood before him, eyes downcast. "Ummmm...did we forget something?' he asked, handing the list back to me. Nowhere on the list did I see "Pick up suit from cleaners."

"Turn it over, baby girl." My usual tasks were on the front...then a big space, which to me indicated that those were the only tasks. When I turned over the sheet of paper, there it was — Pick up suit from the cleaners."But, Sir?????"

"Bring to me everything with which I've ever used to spank you," he ordered. Hurriedly, I raced to the office, gathering the implements of retribution, laying them one by one on the table before him. Surely, this was unfair! Master rose, grabbed my arm and dragged me to the club chair in the other room where he bent me over so that my buttocks rose prominently in the air.

His hand administered the first few swats...the warm-up. I bit my lip as the whacks grew much quicker and harder—first one cheek, then the other. I heard him move away and when he returned, he placed the implements, one after the other, across the length of my spine. "Open your mouth," he ordered gruffly. I opened and bit down on the switch, which he placed between my teeth. "Not one item is to fall...nor are you to drop the switch...do you understand?" I nodded. "Good, girl."

He removed an item from my back and SMACK...the paddle came down upon my left buttock. SMACK...then my right. I lost count as tears welled in my eyes. My butt cheeks burned as he took yet another item from my back. He snapped the belt before applying it to my ass. With gritted teeth and the urge to scream out, I bore one strike after the other.

I could feel the welts protrude as he removed yet another object from my back. Tears flowed down my cheeks like a waterfall, as he lectured and reprimanded me for not being more attentive to his needs and being negligent of the tasks he set for me. The metal ruler did not touch my bottom, but just beneath my rounded ass, on the back of my legs. He directed me to spread my legs further, as the ruler kissed my inner thighs and connected with the backside of my pussy.

"Stop fidgeting," he ordered. I couldn't be still, though. My body squirmed trying to avoid yet more strikes with the ruler. The sensation to close my legs was great, but when I moved in that direction he chided me. "Don't you dare, you bad girl! Is this how you repay your Master for his kindness? Is this what I deserve for giving you a day of rest?" Vehemently, I shook my head, wanting to plead and beg him to stop; wanting to scream out the pain that he inflicted upon my legs, ass and cunt. My only recourse was to bite down harder upon the switch—a switch, of which I hoped I would be spared. But that was the only thing left. 

"Ummmm..did we forget something naughty girl?" he asked running his fingers through my wet slit. I thought for a moment and then remembered...the slipper. He swatted my ass hard with his hand."Get on all fours and fetch me the slipper." Awwwww...a reprieve, I thought. Only my forgetfulness would just prolong my punishment. "Wait." He removed the switch from my mouth and ordered me to move quickly. I moved on all fours as fast as I could and returned to him with the slipper in my mouth. "Good girl," he said, patting my head patronizingly. "Now return to your position."

I no sooner crawled over the back of the chair, when the phone rang. My ass was stinging and I hoped the call would be for him, so as to delay the remainder of my punishment for a while longer, allowing my buttocks to cool off. After greeting the caller, I heard Master say, much to my embarrassment, "I'll have to call you back, Donnie. My wife has been disobedient and I want to finish up with her spanking so that I can relax a bit tonight." My face flushed with uneasiness, as he replaced the receiver. "Gee, I wish I didn't have to tell him that," he said, his voice filled with sarcasm. 

"Sir, may I speak please?" I begged.

"No." he said, returning the switch to my mouth.

Gulps of air escaped through gritted teeth, as the rubber sole of the slipper mercilessly tortured my already reddened ass. Without thinking my hand moved toward my backside to stop further connection of the slipper to my crimson ass. Stupid! He grabbed my hand and continued in short, rapid swats, until I was sobbing. When he removed the switch from my mouth, I screamed uncontrollably..."SIR, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!."




The Party



"Did I tell you, you could speak?" he said, swishing the switch through the air. My cries became unmanageable and I continued to plead for his mercy, knowing I couldn't endure the pain of the switch coming down on me with the velocity of which he snapped it in the air. "Forgive me, Sir. Please...Please..Pretty please."

"Naughty, girl," he said, continuing to snap the switch through the air. I gulped and bit my bottom lip so hard I drew blood. My buttocks tightened, as I prepared for the switch to come down on me. "Stand up," he ordered. "Is your bottom burning?" He knew damn well it was. Fortunately, my head was downcast and he couldn't see the glare in my eyes. "Would you like Daddy to not use the switch on your ass?"

I nodded.

"Okay, little girl." He took me by the arm and led me to the dining room. "Sit." I breathed a sigh of relief, but knew that perhaps his decision to leave my ass alone would cause me pain in yet another place. "Place those titties on the table." For the first time I looked up at him, my eyes begging for mercy. "NOW!" he said, with an evil grin.

My large breasts rested on the table and with eyes closed I awaited the first crack of the switch. It snapped on both breasts and I whimpered. Again it came down and I yelped. "Wait a minute...I should have you count these out and thank me after each, yes?"

Master kept a bowl filled with slips of paper, each containing a number from one to twenty. Whenever he'd have me count, I had to pick one piece of paper from the bowl with my teeth. Closing my eyes and making a wish for a low number, I picked one out. "Well, lucky girl...you chose three." Heavily, I sighed relief. "Guess, I'll just have to make each one count," he said with a chuckle.

The switch hissed through the air and landed solidly on both breasts. "OWWWWWWWWWWWW," I bellowed. "One...thank you, Sir." My fists clenched tightly as the second snap of the switch reached my breasts. After a blood curdling scream, I stuttered, "Thank...I mean Two...Thank you, Sir." As the third and final crack left welts on my breasts I screamed out tearfully, "Three...Thank you, Sir"

When he finished with me, I fell to my knees and grabbed his leg tightly, tearfully begging his forgiveness. "I forgive you, baby girl," he said, tenderly stroking my hair. Repeatedly, I thanked him for taking the time to correct me. "I will learn, Sir...I will be more observant in the future."

He had tricked me, though. This I knew and I was resentful; more resentful, still as I knelt before him sucking his cock, while he conversed with Donnie, Master's younger brother. "She's worshipping her Master's cock now," he laughed. "Yeah...that's one way to keep a woman silent." How could he humiliate me like this? And to Donnie, whom he knew I hated? Thinking about Donnie, a cocky, arrogant prick caused me to rage inside as I pleasured Master.

Before retiring for the night, Master ordered me to bring my demerit log. If, during the week, I received 10 demerits, there would be no party for me. I bit the inside of my cheek as he marked yet another demerit in the log. He shook his head..."And this is only day two," he said, showing me I already had three demerits.

That night, Master would not allow me to sleep in his bed. I slept naked on the floor by the bed with only a pillow for my head, angry and resentful. My ass went untreated and it throbbed with pain. My pride ached, but still my pussy was wet and longing for Master's attention. "May I touch myself, Sir?"

"If you can tell me why you think you should be rewarded, sure?" I knew there was nothing I could say to satisfy my Master, so I didn't even try. He reached down and ran his fingers gently through my hair. "I didn't think so," he said softly. "Sweet dreams, pet." 

Day 3 - Wednesday

I shivered as I slowly opened my eyes. When I moved, my bottom brushed against the floor and I let out a slight whimper. Quietly, I rose from the floor. Master was still asleep. I threw on my robe and ran to the kitchen to ready his breakfast, but before I had finished he entered the room. I froze and gulped.

"Good morning, sweetness," he said cheerfully as he approached me. He placed a kiss on my forehead and grabbed a piece of bacon, then sat at the table. "Did you sleep well?" I looked at the clock and I wasn't late in waking him so, why I wondered was he awake and in the kitchen. 

"Good morning, Sir," I stuttered nervously wondering what I did wrong or didn't do right. "Yes, I slept okay." I poured him a cup of coffee and set it before him then prepared his plate. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you as I was supposed to, Sir," I said as I placed his breakfast on the table. 

"Go fix a plate for yourself and sit with me." 

His order was bizarre and threw me off guard, but I hurriedly grabbed some toast and coffee and sat down, cringing when my bottom hit the seat. I looked at him through the corner of my eye to see if he had noticed, and undoubtedly he had because there was a wicked grin planted on his lips. "You had better let me look at that bottom, pet. We don't want any infections." 

I stood and presented my ass to him. I had not yet seen what it looked like, but the sound he made when he saw it, clued me into the fact that it was pretty well colored and welted. "Go get a damp cloth and the aloe, pet." Before I returned I took a look in the full length mirror and gasped. I had better behave today because from the looks of my ass it couldn't take much more.

When I returned Master had me remove my robe and lean over the table. He gently patted the warm cloth on my ass and it felt comforting. The aloe though seemed to remove the fire. It was cool and soothing. But when my Master's tender lips gently kissed each buttock, I felt healed. "I'm sorry, pet," he whispered, pulling me to his lap and holding me in a tender embrace. "Today, there will be no chores and tonight I will bring dinner home." He lifted my chin and kissed my lips and I gratefully reciprocated. "I think you should leave your bottom bare today, though. Perhaps don a loose-fitting dress, yes?" I nodded in agreement. "And put some more aloe on in a few hours. I want you to keep an eye on it, will you do that, please?" Again I nodded. It was these moments that kept him dear to me and I knew beyond his sadistic nature, lay a tender heart. 

At the start of our relationship I wasn't sure that I could accept what he was all about, but I knew I cared for him and I wanted him at all costs. I wasn't then, nor am I now masochistic, but my desire to please him was greater than anything I was not. When I first read his contract and the rules he set before me I was reluctant to sign it. I told him I'd have to think about it and he agreed that I should think long and hard before agreeing, because his rules would not change. I knew I'd have a safe word, but in all the 5 years we've been together, I have never used it. He's never crossed the line with my hard limits, although he has come close, he just knew when I was about to break. 

He reached into his wallet and pulled out his credit card. "If you feel like going out today and shopping, then you should. You have a thousand dollar limit." 

"Thank you, Sir," I said with a smile from ear to ear. 

He removed me from his lap and stood to kiss the top of my head. "I'll see you tonight, pet. And you don't have to greet me in the usual way," he said heading for the door. When he reached the door he turned and winked, "Today is your day." 

I listened as the car's engine started and when I heard him pull from the garage I raced to the window to wave as he drove off. Then I went to the calendar and put another red x on Wednesday, for today was my day and it was one day closer to Saturday. 

After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, I jumped in the shower trying to avoid the water hitting my sore bottom. I applied more aloe and then found a suitable dress to wear. It was spring like outside and I was looking forward to enjoying the day. 

When evening fell, I became antsy. Master's rules from the beginning were that I greeted him naked and on my knees with his drink held in my hand. This was my usual routine, but today was different and I didn't know how to act. I heard the car pull into the garage and my heart raced. Should I sit? Should I stand? I felt lost without my rules. I gulped as his key unlocked the door. "Here let me help you," I said racing to the door to get the packages from his arms. I peeked into the bag. "I smell Thai, Sir," I said with a smile.

He returned my smile and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "You're right, sweetness. Your favorite." 

I carried the bag to the counter. "I'll get the table ready, Sir." 

"No you won't." He put his brief case down and came to me. He took me by the shoulders and led me to the chair. "Sit...relax...tell me about your day of freedom while I get everything ready." 

After dinner, he cleared the table and washed the few dishes that there were. "I'm going to go get comfortable, sweetness. Can I get you anything?"

"No, Sir. Shall I draw you a bath?" 

"No, pet, but what you can do is find a good movie for us to watch." 

This isn't the first time he's been warm and caring—in all our time together he's usually very lenient and nurturing, but for some reason tonight felt different. Perhaps because of the unusual rules he set up for the week. He was strict as never before and this week I was more obedient or paid the price. When I decided on a movie we would both enjoy, I went to the bedroom. He was in the bathroom shaving, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Sir, may I please get undressed?"

"Yes, of course, sweetness. Get comfortable. Wear that silky nightie you have— the flesh-toned one." 

As I began to undress, English Leather permeated the room. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. "That's my favorite, Sir." 

"I know it is," he said looking at me from the mirror. "Come here, please." When I went into the bathroom, the scent grew stronger and I smiled. "Bend over the counter." I hesitated for a moment. "I want to check your bottom, sweetness," he said reassuringly. "Let me put some more aloe on it, it still looks rather angry," he chuckled. "Is it very sore?" I nodded. "I'm really sorry, I got carried away. You're a bad girl for not using your safe word." 

"Yes, Sir." At times I wondered what motivated him. I didn't understand the thrill that drove him to beat me and torment me and humiliate me, but it wasn't for me to understand, as he once told me, It's just for you to comply. Still, I couldn't help but wonder. And that I didn't use my safe word made me wonder if I would receive another demerit. 

"There," he said after applying the aloe, "does that help a bit?" 

"Yes, Sir. Thank you" 

When I rose, he grabbed me into his arms and kissed me passionately, my naked flesh pressed tightly against his. Our bodies melted into one another as if, in that moment, we were one and I didn't want the feeling to end. He pulled me into him even closer and I could feel his manhood harden. My hips moved in a way to entice him harder still. When his lips moved to my neck I shivered with the thrill. He kissed his way to my shoulders and then my breasts where he sucked on my hard nipples. His hands caressed my curves as he knelt to kiss my stomach and place wet little kisses down to my naked mound. When I felt his tongue flick in my slit, my hands tightened on his shoulders and my knees became weak. "mmmmm" I purred as his tongue teased my clit. He kissed his way back to a standing position and took me by the hand, leading me to the bed. There he laid me on my back and began to kiss his way back down to his treasure. I gasped as his tongue licked and teased me and when he gently took my clit between his teeth, I moaned my pleasure. The sensation I felt was beyond description and as thoroughly enjoyable as it was, all at once the only thing I thought of was having his cock fill my throbbing cunt. "Fuck me, Sir," I whispered. "Fuck me, please," I said slightly louder this time. I was about to erupt like a volcano, but I didn't want to cum. "Fuck me. Fuck me." 

"Did I hear you say you want to be fucked?" 

I nodded vehemently. "Yes...yes please fuck me." 

He knelt up and threw my legs over his shoulders and before I knew it his cock thrust deep inside my cunt. He pounded me like a jack hammer taken to concrete and I fucked him back in a wild frenzy. Our bodies smacked against each other hard and fast and our purrs escalated to grunts. We were no longer human, but animalistic in a moment of passion when two people are about to explode in a cataclysmic orgasm. "Cum for me, bitch," he shouted and the cum that cried for escape gushed out to mingle with his cum. 

Afterwards we lay intertwined in each other's arms, breathless and exhausted. 

Day 4 - Thursday 

In the morning when I awakened, Master's body was still on top of mine. Neither one of us had moved during the night. Now the problem was how to extract myself from underneath him without waking him. Slowly I began to inch myself from under him, then stopped when he stirred. He didn't awaken, but rolled over and off of me so that I could get up without any further ado. 

Quietly, I tiptoed from the bedroom and began to prepare Master's breakfast. When I brought the tray to the room, he was already in the shower. Once again, I had neglected to wake him as instructed, but it wasn't my fault. Still, I wondered what kind of retribution I would receive. When the flow of the water ceased I gulped and froze like a statue holding the breakfast tray. 

He came from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him and took the tray from me without saying a word. "Sir, I'm sorry." 

"For?" 

I stood there unable to move and my voice didn't seem to work.

"For not waking me as you've been instructed?" 

I simply nodded and fell to my knees. When he pointed his index finger at me and then down at his feet, I crawled to him and started kissing and licking his feet. "Please forgive me, Sir." 

"You're forgiven," he said, petting my head. "Stand up and let me see how your bottom looks." 

I stood and turned around, then bent over to grab my ankles. When Master's finger ran through my slit, I felt my knees weaken. He pinched my clit and then continued to run his finger back and forth through my slit and my pussy began to throb with desire. My hips swayed involuntarily and a slight purr escaped my lips. 

Then he spoke. "Do you know your place, sweetness?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Your bottom is still pretty sore so I'll let it be," he said. "There are other ways to punish you." 

Why should I be punished, I thought? It wasn't my fault that he woke up before I could do my duty. I wanted to say that, but I knew if I said anything, there would be consequences to pay and he was already determined to punish me in some way and probably give me another demerit.

"Did you like getting fucked last night, my little whore?" 

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." 

"You're welcome, pet." He removed his finger from my slit, but I stayed positioned for he had not yet told me I could move. I heard him sip his coffee and crunch on a piece of toast. I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do to me and it caused me to fidget nervously. "Go get the aloe and I'll rub some on your ass." I scurried into the bathroom and returned just as quickly. "Bend over again, sweetness." 

This time when he applied the aloe it didn't hurt as badly, so I guess my ass was healing. When he finished applying the aloe, I thanked him respectfully not wanting to do anything that would cause him to make my punishment any harsher. I only had one more day to go and since my last 3 demerits there hadn't been anymore. I had only to survive today and tomorrow. 

"Go get your demerit book, pet." When I started to rise, he stopped me. "Crawl." I dropped to all fours and crawled as quickly as I could. I reached up to open the drawer and again he stopped me. "Use your mouth to open the drawer." The drawer had a handle on each side that should be pulled simultaneously so this was going to be difficult, but I reached up with my mouth and bit down on the one pull struggling to make it budge. 

When it did I went to the other pull and did the same. Then back to the first pull, as he chuckled. "You really want to go to that party badly." I kept going back and forth inching the drawer open until I could finally reach inside, but yet again he stopped me. "Grab it with your mouth." I couldn't get my head in far enough to do that so, again I started tugging on the pulls and he roared with laughter. "This is a great way to start my day, pet. You're so entertaining." 

Yes, I thought, my humiliation entertains you, prick bastard.

When I finally was able to grab the book, I crawled back to him. "Thank you," he said taking it from my mouth. "I was going to give you 5 demerits for being remiss, but watching you was so entertaining that I'll only give you 1, is that okay with you?" 

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." I didn't even deserve 1, but I wasn't about to sass him.

"You're welcome, pet," he snickered. "Open up." When I opened my mouth he inserted the book and told me to return it. Closing the draw was a bit easier because I could use my head and nose, but it was nevertheless a struggle in which Master derived great amusement. "I'm gonna shave now, but I did think of a good punishment for you without causing you anymore bodily distress. Go in the bathroom and wait for me." 

I crawled into the bathroom and waited on all fours as instructed. When he returned to the bathroom he told me to squat with my hands clasped behind my head. He held a coin against the wall and told me to hold it there with my nose. "Don't let it slip, pet." I looked up at him and he just smiled. "Don't you slip either," he chuckled. 

He hummed as he shaved and I struggled to keep my nose pressed hard against the coin. My leg muscles burned and my arms begged release. When he finished shaving I thought my suffering would end, but he went into the other room to dress. Oh my god, my legs were going to give out. Tears flowed from my eyes as I struggled to keep the coin in place with my nose and I couldn't imagine how much worse a punishment he would inflict upon me should I topple or let the coin drop. "How we doing, pet?" he called from the closet. I was hard pressed to speak. "Hello?" 

I finally mumbled, "Fine, Sir." 

"I can't hear you, speak up." 

Why don't you get your fucking ass in here so you can hear me. I was enraged at this mistreatment and wanted to just say, fuck you I've had it. I didn't even care anymore if I went to the party, but I had already endured so much and there was just today and tomorrow to get through. I blurted out, "Fine Sir." 

He returned to the bathroom and patted the top of my head. "I bet you think you didn't even deserve to be punished or get demerits." I remained silent seething inside. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "I'm amazed that the coin is still in place and your position is stable. Good girl. You may release it now." 

I fell back and my aching muscles screamed their anger. When I opened my eyes he was standing over me with that shit-ass grin upon his face. I was so sore I couldn't move. "Looks like you need to be revived." He pulled down his zipper and removed his cock then proceeded to piss in my face. "That should do it," he laughed. 

"Yes Sir, thank you." 

"You better shower and get this floor cleaned up. I'll see you tonight." 

"Yes Sir, thank you."

In the years that we've been together, he's never been this unreasonable or this mean. He's never caused me so much degradation and all because of a party. Why? I sobbed in the shower and all the while cleaning his piss from the floor. I cried until there were no more tears to cry. I didn't get dressed I just put on my robe and did my daily chores. I checked the list, including the back, to make sure I had done everything to his satisfaction. Then I threw myself across the bed and cried more. 




The Party



When I heard the phone ring, I jumped. It was already getting dark, so I must have fallen asleep. "Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Hello sweetness. Did you have a nice nap?" 

How did he know I had fallen asleep? "Yes, Sir." 

"Good. I wanted to let you know that Donnie will be over tonight to join us for dinner and he's bringing a friend." 

Suddenly the thought that I forgot to take something from the freezer flashed through my mind. I didn't know what time it was and could only hope I'd have enough time to prepare something suitable. "Yes Sir. Thank you for alerting me." 

"You're welcome, my little slut." 

As soon as he hung up I raced to the kitchen and sighed relief when I saw that the roast was already in the oven cooking slowly and that I had already cut up all the veggies, which I hurriedly added to the roast. I set the table for 4, but wondered if Master would find fault thinking I was presumptuous enough to add myself to the table. 

When Master opened the door, I was kneeling and naked with his drink in hand. He took it from me and I kissed his feet, as usual. "Something smells good." 

"Thank you, Sir." I looked up at him and smiled. 

"May I ask a favor, please?" 

"Certainly, pet," he said walking into the kitchen area. "Wait a minute. What made you think you were sitting at the table with us?" 

"I'm sorry, Sir, I wasn't sure." 

"And you didn't ask permission, either." He removed my place setting and put it on the counter. "Go get your demerit book." I wanted to scream, but I bit my tongue and crawled on all fours without him telling me to just so as not to earn anymore demerits. When I returned with the book he took it from me. "How are your muscles feeling after that workout I gave you this morning?" 

"They ache, Sir." 

"Did you rub Tiger Balm into them?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

He smiled. "Did you ask permission?"

I gulped and my heart sunk. "No, Sir," I sighed. 

He shook his head. "Two more demerits—six in all," he snickered. "Doesn't look like you really want to go to that party, pet." He handed the book back to me, but before I could return it he asked what the favor was that I wanted. 

"Sir, I was gonna ask if I may cover my body for guests." 

He roared. "Funny that you should ask that, pet. I had all intentions of allowing you to dress, but since you took it upon yourself to do things without my permission, I'm not going to let you."

"Yes, Sir." I hated the thought of Donnie and some stranger seeing me naked and I wondered how much more humiliation I could endure for a party.

"Put the book away and come back to me, quickly." 

I returned to Master and knelt before him. "When the company gets here, you will address them respectfully. You will address me as Master, Donnie as Sir and his girlfriend as Miss. Is that understood?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"When you've served us you'll go stand in the corner until we've finished eating. I want your ass cheeks spread all the while. I will call you over afterwards to clean my plate." 

"Thank you Sir." 

Just then the bell rang and before Master went to the door, he threw me an apron to cover my cunt. Master introduced me and I was respectful, although that bitch's high-pitched giggle at seeing me pissed me off to the point I wanted to rip her hair out. I could feel their eyes on me as I stood in the corner with my cheeks spread and I wanted to cry, but was too angry. When they had finished dining, Master called me over and I licked his plate clean as they watched. When they went into the other room, I cleared off the table and did the dishes. 

I heard them all laugh when Master related what he had done to me earlier and I just closed my eyes as the blood rose from my toes to my face. Then, I heard Donnie's friend come into the kitchen. "You really are entertaining. Donnie told me you were," she chuckled. 

"Thank you, Miss." I looked at her wicked grin and wanted to smack it off her face. "Can I get you anything?" 

"I was wondering something," she said, "you'd have to lick my cunt if your Master ordered you to, is that right?" 

"Yes, Miss." The thought of licking her cunt made my stomach turn. 

She laughed out loud and left. 

When I finished up in the kitchen, I went to the other room where they were all having a good time. "Can I get anyone anything?" 

Master is the only one who spoke. "Come take your place at my feet, pet." When I knelt on my haunches he stroked my hair. Suddenly they were all so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It made me terribly uncomfortable. "So, what have you planned for our entertainment, sweetness?" 

I snapped my neck around to look up at him and the fear in my eyes was evident, for he smiled wickedly. Was I supposed to have planned entertainment? Was I going to get another demerit, because I didn't? My heart raced as I spoke in stutters. "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't plan anything." 

"Awww that's okay, sweetness. We've had some good laughs at your expense." Donnie and his friend chuckled in agreement. "I'll tell you what, why don't you masturbate for us? That's always fun" I felt my eyes well with tears as I crawled to the middle of the floor. "Stand up and play with yourself," he said looking at me. Then he turned to the other two and said, "I really get a kick out of it when she gets close to cumming. Her fucking knees shake with weakness," he laughed. "Go on, pet, show us how good you are at pleasuring yourself." 

I began to run my finger through my slit and toy with my clit. Donnie and his friend laughed as I stuck my finger in my cunt hole to fuck it. Then when Master ordered me to pinch my nipples and dance around in a circle as I fingered my cunt, they all applauded. "Wiggle that ass more," he ordered. The humiliation was overwhelming, but as I moved and fucked and pinched my nipples, I felt the juices accumulate in my pussy. I was wet as hell and I began fingering myself faster as my thumb toyed with my clit. They all laughed and clapped, but they weren't there anymore. All I could think about was the pleasure I derived and all too soon I needed to cum. Master knew that as well. He laughed, "Look at her knees. She can hardly stand anymore."

Through her laughter, the bitch said, "Oh my god, she's gonna cum for us." 

Master laughed even louder, "No she's not. She doesn't cum without permission and she's been such a bad a girl today, that's she's not going to get it. Am I right, sweetness?" 

I nodded, "Yes, Master. Thank you." 

When the laughter died down Master ordered me to stop. "Get on your knees and thank them for watching then lick your fingers clean." 

Tonight was horrible and I hated him for disgracing me like he did, but I was horny now and needed to cum so when they left I begged him to allow me to pleasure myself to completion. He granted me the favor and I masturbated for him and when I was close I begged him to allow me to cum. He didn't keep me begging too long before he gave his permission and when he did the cum gushed from me like a geyser. 

"Did that feel good, baby girl?" 

Breathlessly, I replied, "Yes Sir. Thank you...thank you so very, very much." 

He smiled and patted the bed where I joined him. He took me in his arms and kissed me passionately, then told me to remind him tomorrow to erase a demerit. "You were such a good girl tonight." Then he kissed the tip of my nose and whispered, "Sweet dreams, pet." 

Day 5 - Friday

Today was the final day and before Master left for work he erased a demerit as promised. Surely I wouldn't accumulate five demerits today. I wonder though if he would be counting all day Saturday before the party. 

I checked my daily task sheet, both sides, and there was nothing added. When I finished my tasks I ran to the grocers with a special dinner in mind for my Master. After I got everything ready, I steamed the dress I had bought for the party and got Master's suit out to make sure it was free of any wrinkles. Then I put them back in the closet, thinking he would say it was presumptuous of me to think we'd even be going to the party. I didn't want to make any mistakes today. 

It was still early, but I set the table and put Master's favorite cabernet to chill. The prime rib was prepared with his favorite rub and in the fridge. All of the sides he loved were ready to cook. I stood there for a moment, wondering what I might have forgotten when the phone rang.

"Hello, my Master," I said with a smile on my face. 

"How are you, pet?" 

"I'm well, thank you. And you, Master?" 

He chuckled, "Since when do you call me Master?" 

"Since last night. You had instructed me to call you Master and you've not since said otherwise.

"True and I like the way the title flows from your lips, sweetness." There was a brief moment of silence and then he said, "Hmmm, I forgot why I called." I giggled. "Maybe I just called because I was thinking about you and wanted to hear your voice." When he paid me that compliment I smiled from ear to ear. 

"I'm so looking forward to tonight, Master." 

"Really? Well, I am too."

He didn't ask me why I was looking forward to tonight and I didn't ask him why he was. Suddenly, a sweat broke out on my brow and I became anxious. My voice cracked when I spoke. "Do you have any special instructions for me, Master?" 

"What's wrong, pet?"

He was so attuned to me that I couldn't hide anything from him. "Nothing, Master. I was just wondering why you were looking forward to this evening." 

"I see. Well, for one it's Friday...hold on" I heard him tell his secretary to hold his calls and 'tell Cartwright I'll call him back.' "Sorry, baby girl." 

"It's okay Master." 

"Right. Now where was I? Yes, it's Friday, so that's one thing to look forward to. Being with you is another. So, yes, I'm looking forward to this evening. It will be pleasant." The way he said that sounded like an order, but yes, it would be pleasant. I will make certain of that.

A couple of hours before he was due home, I jumped in the shower. When I looked at my bottom, it appeared to be healing up nicely. I rubbed his favorite scented lotion into my body, manicured my nails, both hands and feet, laid out his favorite outfit in case he allowed me to dress for dinner. "Oh my god!" I raced to the kitchen naked and quickly removed my place setting, then sighed relief. "What else did I forget?" 

Just as he pulled into the garage, I poured a glass of wine for him and hurriedly knelt, sitting back on my haunches with my knees spread to allow him easy access to his property, if he so wished to touch it. I bowed my head reverently and held out the wine glass with both hands around the stem. When he entered, all I saw were his feet. "Look at me, pet." I knew I had pleased him when I looked up and saw the smile on his face. He took the glass from me and crouched down placing a tender kiss upon my lips. "You smell scrumptious." 

"Thank you Master," I said with a smile. Then I immediately kissed his feet passionately.

"Sweetness, there's a scuff mark on my shoe. See if you can clean that up with your tongue."

I immediately began to lick the mark purposefully, checking in between licks to see the progress. When I was certain I had removed the scuff, I looked up at Master for his approval. "Good girl," he smiled. "Something smells delicious, baby girl." 

"Thank you Master. I've prepared all your favorites." 

He laughed uproariously. "Why? Because I'm so good to you?" 

No you asshole, because I want to go to the fucking party tomorrow night. "Yes, Master," I whispered sweetly. 

He squatted down and kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose and my lips. Then he looked at me and smiled. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "You wouldn't be lying to your Master, would you, pet?" 

My mouth went so dry I couldn't even swallow. My heart raced and the palms of my hands were moist with sweat. I tried to think of all the good things he did for me this week and finally decided, "No Master I wouldn't" 

"So tell me why you think I'm so good to you, please."

Prepared with my reasons, I giggled inside. "Well, Master, you bought me this lovely collar as a gift. You fucked me good and hard the other night. You gave me permission to use your property and cum. You left scraps for me on your plate so I wouldn't go hungry. You allowed me a free day and gave me a thousand dollars to shop. You are a kind and loving Master and I am fortunate that you care for me as you do." I looked into his eyes to see if he was buying this, but they expressed a slight skepticism. "You do know how grateful I am, don't you Master?" I voiced sweetly. 

He stood and ordered me to rise. "The wine is perfect, pet." 

"Thank you Master." 

He put his glass on the table and when he looked at the setting he said, "I wish for you to dine with me tonight."

"Yes Master," I said prepared to set another place, but before I could turn to leave him he grabbed me into his arms and held me so tight I could barely breathe. He kissed my lips hard and moved down to my neck with pecks and nips. He kissed my shoulders and breasts and then moved back up to my lips. He placed the palm of his hands on my cheeks and mouthed, "I love you more than you know." 

During dinner we talked like any normal couple in love would. He prefaced the conversation by telling me that I could speak freely—and I did, but I was still cautious in tone and words. When he finished eating I removed his plate to the sink. 

"You bought a new dress for the party tomorrow night?" I hesitated, because perhaps that would be considered presumptuous. 

"I found a dress I liked, Master, and I bought it, but not necessarily for the party. At the time I bought it, I had already accumulated several demerits, so I wasn't sure I would be going. I'm still not, Master." 

He just sat there with this know-it-all grin on his face. "Pour me some more wine, pet." As I poured the wine his hand gently caressed my lower back and bottom. "You think you're pretty clever, don't you?"

All of a sudden I became anxious. "Master?" 

"Nothing, pet. You're a good girl and I'm lucky. Don't ever think that I don't appreciate you." 

"Thank you Master." 

"Go get the dress you bought. I want to see it."

When I brought it back he told me I had exquisite taste and that the dress pleased him very much. "Would you please bring my brief case to me?" He told me the neckline of the dress was perfect and then handed me a box wrapped in pretty paper with a bow. "Open it." 

Excitedly, I unwrapped the box and gasped when I saw the necklace. It was a diamond choker that sparkled brightly. "Master, it's gorgeous. Thank you so much." I wanted to jump into his lap and hug and kiss him madly, but first I asked permission. 

He smiled. "Yes, my pet, please do." As I kissed his face all over and hugged him tight he tried to talk between chuckles. "It's not a collar, but comes damn near to resembling one. It'll look great around your neck. Let's see," he said taking the necklace from its velvet box and placing it around my neck. His smile told me it pleased him. 

"May I go look, Master?" He no sooner nodded and I ran to the mirror. It was gorgeous...simply lovely. I returned to him quickly and jumped into his lap again and smothered him with kisses. Then he asked,"Remember when we first met?" I nodded. "I wasn't sure you'd sign the contract. And I'll let you in on a little secret...if you didn't, I would have walked away. As much as I wanted you, I would have walked away." 

"I understand Master," I said as sadness enveloped my heart. 

He hugged me tightly all the while he talked. "Sometimes, when I think back, this disquieting feeling takes over. The fact that I would have walked away from the most wonderful woman I've ever known is something that causes that feeling. But more so during those times I wonder if you have any regrets." I started to reassure him that I didn't, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. "I'll allow you to speak when I've finished, pet." He placed a tender kiss on my lips and continued. "I know I've been rough on you this week and I can tell you why, but I won't. You'll soon understand my reason, pet. What I will tell you is, I can't deny that I enjoyed it. I wonder why you didn't use your safe word when I was so unreasonable." 

HA! He knew he was being unreasonable and unfair. I wanted to answer him, but he was thinking out loud and nowhere was there a question mark so, as ordered I maintained my silence. 

"In the first couple of years we were together, there were times I was sure you would leave me." He snickered. "I was scared you would leave me, but you didn't. You proved your unconditional love and for that I loved you all the more and was all the more fearful that I'd lose you. I know I didn't show it, but it's true. The thought of losing you would have devastated me—it still would. You learned your place faster than I had expected and there isn't a day that goes by that you don't make me proud. Now, let me ask you a question and please be honest. Was there ever a time in our relationship that you just wanted to say fuck it all and leave me?"

I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked him in the eyes and with all the sincerity my heart could hold I sadly murmured, "Yes Master." 

His voiced cracked, "Okay," then he forced my head back to his shoulder. "I understand. What I'd like you to do for me is make a list of all those times that you can remember." He kissed the top of my head and I snuggled closer to him. "I don't know what drives me, pet. What I do know is that I found the perfect woman for me. I know you're not masochistic and that excites me all the more. You endure the pain I inflict upon you to please me and this I know and sometimes I push too hard and go too far, and still you don't use your safe word. You could have used it last night, pet. I degraded you. I humiliated you and you let me." 

He was quiet for a long while, but had not given me permission to speak so I too was quiet. "Do you want to speak now, baby girl?" 

I nodded. "First of all, Master, I can't explain why I subject myself to all you put me through anymore than you can explain why you do it. The fact that I love you with all my heart and I agreed to everything you set forth in the contract are most probably major factors. Have I ever had regrets? There have been times, but like you said, I have a safe word and I know you would have respected it if I ever chose to use it. Perhaps I wanted to show you my strength and that's why I never used the word. Perhaps I wanted to prove to myself that I could take anything you handed out. I dunno, Master. I do know my place and I've become so comfortable in that place that when you give me free days, I'm almost at a loss. I like your rules, Master. I feel safe within those rules. And I know that you would never harm me" 

"You have to start using your safe word. I don't care how much you want to prove your strength. That safe word is for a reason." His voice was agitated. "There are times I could get carried away...times I have and need to be stopped. Do you understand me?"  

"Yes Master."

"Promise me that you will use your safe word from now on!" 

"I promise Master." 

"Kneel" I immediately dropped to my knees and looked up at him. His demeanor had abruptly changed. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. "I want to trust you, too. And I can't trust you if I'm not certain you will use your safe word." 

"Master, I promised I would." 

"Did you see your ass? Did you look at it?" 

"Yes Master, I did." 

"That should not have gone that far. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes Master." 

"Clean up the kitchen and come to bedroom when you've finished." 

"Yes Master." 

I hurriedly cleared everything in the kitchen all the while wondering what was going through that evil mind of his. There was never a reason to use my safe word before this week, but tonight he placed such emphasis on it that he worried me. He was, from the beginning, adamant about the way he wanted things done and the way I was to address him and speak to him, but he was never brutal with my punishments. If I had forgotten something or spoke in a manner that didn't meet with his approval, I was reprimanded while standing in the corner, or I was spanked. One time he used Tiger Balm on my anus and it burned days later. Inwardly I chuckled, thinking that I never again committed that offense. He derived great pleasure from my humiliation, but until last night, he had never humiliated me in front of others. There really wasn't a need to use my safe word prior to this week. 




The Party



When I entered the bedroom he ordered me to crawl to him. "Remember when I trained your asshole, pet?" I nodded. "Even though it was trained to receive my cock it still hurts, doesn't it?" Again I nodded. I hated when he butt fucked me because he did it in a way to cause me pain. "Do we have any jalapenos in the fridge?" 

My heart raced. "Yes, Master, I think so." 

"Go check and if there is one slice it and remove the seeds. Wash it." 

"Yes Master." As I went to the kitchen I hoped beyond hope that there wasn't one and for a moment I thought if there was one I might throw it in the trash and tell him there wasn't one. But then he'd know I was lying. He could always tell when I wasn't being honest. If I lied about it I knew, after all the suffering I did this week, he'd make sure I didn't go to the party. I took the jalapeno from the fridge and glared at it. "Grrrrrrr." I sliced it and washed my hands off really good before returning to the bedroom. I placed the plate with the sliced pepper on the table next to where Master sat.

"Ah, good," he said with a wicked grin. "Turn around and bend over, sweetness. Spread your ass cheeks for me." I did as ordered and felt him rub the hot pepper around and in my anus. All at once the burn was worse than anything I've ever felt. 

I could hardly speak and my tiny hole kept opening and closing trying to find relief. "Master, please," I cried, "let me wash it off...it's burning so bad." 

"I thought you said you were a strong woman and you wanted to please me? Did you change your mind?" 

"No, Master, but..."

"I'm sorry, 'no' you're not a strong woman 'no' you don't want to please me or 'no' you changed your mind?" 

"No Master I didn't change my mind, but..."

"No 'buts' pet it is what it is. You can get on your knees now. There's something I want you to do." 

"Master please," I begged.

"Stop begging this minute." He dropped his draws and spread his ass cheeks. "Now while your ass is suffering for me, you're gonna pleasure my ass. This is a good way for you to know your place. I want you to show me how much you respect me and worship me. Get your tongue in there and work it good, bitch." 

I grabbed his hips to steady myself and licked down his butt crack all the way to his balls and back up. I did this several times, flicking my tongue up and down his crack. "Kiss my anus and suck on it a little, slut, and when I say kiss I mean use your tongue passionately as if you were kissing my lips." When I started kissing and sucking his anus, he moaned, "mmmm that feels so good, pet. How is your ass feeling?" I stopped long enough to say, "Very much alive Master." He chuckled and I continued kissing, licking and sucking. I wondered if the burning would ever stop. It hadn't even dissipated in the slightest. "You really do worship my ass," he laughed. I nodded as I licked enthusiastically so as to bring him pleasure. "Fuck my ass with your tongue, bitch. I mean get it way up there." I moved my tongue in an out of his butt hole all the while focusing on the burning in my ass that wouldn't go away. "Maybe your ass wouldn't burn so much if we put some of that pepper on your clit."

For a moment I was stunned and stopped my task. I can't imagine how it would burn my clit. "Master please, no." 

"Go get in the bed on your back and bend your knees up and spread your legs wide." 

I knew if I didn't obey him it would only be worse so I did as he said, but once I got in position, I pleaded with him to not put the pepper on my clit. I sobbed just thinking of the pain. "Please Master, please."

"Didn't I tell you to stop begging?"

"Yes Master, I'm sorry."

He started rummaging through his implements of torture and pulled out an aluminum ruler. "If you don't make an attempt to close your legs and you don't cry or whimper, I'll spare your cunt the pepper." 

"Thank you Master. May I hold my legs apart please?" 

"Yes, you may." 

I bit down on my bottom lip and my whole body was rigid as it anticipated the first smack with the ruler on my cunt. He teased it with rapid, light taps, but they grew harder. The urge to close my legs was strong as was the need to scream out, but all I could think about was how badly my asshole burned and how much more my clit would burn if he applied the pepper. Swat after swat struck my pussy without reprieve. The tears streamed down my cheeks, but I didn't make a sound. Then suddenly, despite the fact that I held my legs apart, they closed involuntarily.

Master walked to the table to get the pepper. "Spread your legs," he said, holding the pepper so I could see it. I trembled as I started to spread my legs and then blurted out my safe word at the top of my lungs. I couldn't believe I did that, but immediately he stopped and grabbed me into his arms. I sobbed in his chest as he stroked my head. For a long while not a word was spoken between us. 

When my tears subsided I said "I'm sorry, Master." I felt so guilty for having been so weak—for having used a word I had never used.

"Don't you dare be sorry. It's what I expected and now I know you won't fear using it," he said with a kiss. "Get in the bathroom and wash your butt hole and put some aloe on it." 

I used cold water and antiseptic soap, but it still burned, even after I put the aloe on. When I told him the burning wasn't going away, he told me to put some milk in a bowl and bring it to him. When I returned to him he led me to the bathroom. "Get in the tub, sweetness. On all fours, with your ass set high." 

The milk soothed the burning and I sighed relief as he continued to drizzle it down my ass crack and blot it with the cotton ball. "Thank you Master." 

"Now, you knew it was gonna burn, why didn't you use your safe word before I applied the pepper to your butt hole?" 

"I didn't know how badly it would burn, Master." 

"Well, now you know," he said as he leaned down to kiss the nape of my neck. 

"Never fight using your safe word. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"Never fight using it, but don't you dare use it as a crutch." 

"Yes, Master." 

Before I fell asleep a smile curved my lips. Tomorrow I would go to the party. 

Day 6 - Saturday

Sometimes I wonder what wakes us up if not an alarm clock. I've never had to set an alarm, because more likely than not I woke up the same time every morning. When my eyes slowly opened this morning I stretched. Master was gone. I looked at the clock and it was almost 10 AM. I jumped up and threw on my robe. He wasn't in the bathroom so I went to the kitchen. I peeked around the corner and there he was humming happily while preparing breakfast. 

"Good morning, pet." 

I was startled. "I didn't think you saw me, Master," I said entering the room. 

"I don't have to see you, I feel your presence." He approached me and kissed my forehead. "Did you sleep well?" I nodded. "Come sit down." When I took my place at the table Master brought me coffee. "Breakfast will be ready soon. I made waffles." 

"Yum." I sipped my coffee and breathed in the aroma of sizzling bacon. Master was an excellent cook, but I usually did the cooking— although, there were times when we'd prepare dinner side by side. I enjoyed those moments. We worked well together.

"Go get your demerit log, sweetness and I'll plate the food." 

"Yes, Master." I pushed myself from the table wondering how many demerits I would receive and for what. When I returned with the book I handed it to him and then sat down."Looks good," I said looking at my plate. 

"Dig in; you'll have a busy day." 

As he ate, he looked through the log and made sounds like mhmm. All the while I ate I wondered how difficult he was going to make the day for me; or if I was going to get a demerit for sleeping through my morning routine. When I saw that he had finished his breakfast, I reached over to remove his plate from the table, but he stopped me. "I'll clean up, baby girl. You just enjoy your breakfast. You are enjoying it, aren't you?" 

"Oh yes, it's delicious. Thank you." 

"You're welcome, pet." He rose from the table and took his plate to the sink, then returned to pour us both more coffee. "So, are you looking forward to tonight?" 

"Yes Master," I said collectedly so as not to seem too eager.

"The Pemberton's host grand parties." He sipped his coffee and looked at me. "I haven't been to one since we met," he said, pushing the demerit book back to me. 

I had heard that their parties were spectacular, but no one ever went into detail. Tonight I would see just how extraordinary they were and I was so looking forward to it. 

The day went by quickly and without incident, but it was still early. "Get in the shower, sweetness and prepare yourself." I looked at the clock. 

"Don't worry about the time, do as I tell you." 

"Yes Master." 

As I showered I heard him in the bathroom but couldn't figure out what he was doing. Then he pulled back the curtain and hung a bag on the hook. "Get on all fours." I did as instructed and soon felt the nozzle of the bag penetrate my butt hole. "Ready?" When I nodded I felt the warm water gush into me. Master leaned down and kissed the back of my head and said, "Hold it until I return." I hated when he did this and had no idea why he was doing this to me tonight. I squeezed my butt hole tight and every second he was gone seemed like an eternity. When he finally returned he asked how I was doing, but all I could do was grunt and he chuckled. "Guess you're ready to release." I nodded vehemently. He turned on the shower again and pulled out the nozzle. When he directed the hose at my bottom he said, "You have my permission." 

Afterward, he cleaned my butt hole and pussy and told me that when I finish washing he'd be waiting in the bedroom. "Don't do anything, but dry yourself off." The enema left me feeling weak and queasy so I felt relieved when I went to the bedroom and he told me to lie down on my back. Then, I felt some gooey stuff being applied to my mound. "I didn't shave, Master." 

"I didn't want you to. I'm going to wax your cunt, sweetness, because it has to be completely hair free, no stubbles." 

"Why?" I asked as he smoothed something over the gooey part.

He flashed a look at me like I shouldn't have asked. "Because I said so. Do you want to go the party or not?" 

"Yes Master." 

"Then just do as you're told and don't ask questions."

Just as I started to say "yes Master," he ripped off a strip and I screamed. Then he ripped off another and I screamed again. When he finished he ran his hand over the area. Once satisfied that it was as smooth as a baby's butt, he took a warm cloth to it before applying aloe. He ran his hand up and down my legs. "Mhmm, he muttered. He went into the bathroom and then went to the office. 

When he returned he had a tweezers and his magnifying glass. He tipped the shade of the lamp so that the area was well lit and then looked up and down each leg. Every now and then stopping to pluck a stubble. "Ouch, that hurts!" 

"Mhmm." 

When he finished that task he rubbed his favorite lotion on my legs and feet. I couldn't help but think if anyone at the party gets that close to my legs, I'll kick them in the face. It just seemed Master was being too particular and it was annoying the hell out of me. 

"Turn around." He continued with the lotion on the back of my legs and then I felt his well lubed finger in my anus. "Lift your arms." He felt my armpits and was satisfied that they didn't need to be waxed. For that I was relieved. "Did you buy new lingerie to go under that beautiful dress you think you're going to wear?"

"I didn't buy the dress for the..."

"Stop right there! The question I asked requires a simple yes or no. Now answer." 

"Yes Master." 

"Well you're not going to wear anything, but the necklace I purchased." 

"You mean any lingerie?"

"Do you think I don't know what I mean?" he said, smacking my ass hard. I jumped and rubbed the sting. "Let me rephrase what I said so you'll understand. You will not be wearing anything, but the necklace I purchased. Do you understand?"

My heart raced and my mouth went dry. "No, Master, I don't understand." 

"My lovely, I know you're not dumb." 

"Master, I heard what you said, but I don't understand why you're saying it." 

"You don't have to understand. You just do as you're told." He returned everything to its proper place and when he came back to the bed he said, "This is your last chance. Are you sure you want to go to the party?" 

"No, Master, I'm not so sure anymore." 

"I'll give you 15 minutes to make your decision."

"May I ask you some questions?" 

"No, you may not. You either want to go or you don't." 

"But Master..."

"You either want to go or you don't. You have 15 minutes to decide...starting now." 

He left the room and my head spun. A million questions ran through my mind and I wasn't going to get any answers. Certainly he wouldn't take me out naked. Master wouldn't do anything to put me in harm's way, but this just didn't make sense to me. I had heard so many whispers about the Pemberton's parties that I really wanted to go, but now I was suspicious and nervous. If I entered a room where people were talking about the Pemberton's party suddenly all went quiet or the topic was immediately changed. Master had humiliated me in front of Donnie and his friend, but he certainly wouldn't take me to a party naked.

"Times up. Yes or no?" 

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. I heard myself say yes and trembled. 

Master smiled. "Good girl. Now I have some instructions for you." He sat on the side of the bed and covered me with a throw. "You will continue to call me Master. The other men there you'll address as Sir."

"What about the women?"

"Your head is to remain lowered."

"Master?" 

"Do not interrupt me again. Listen, because if you make one mistake tonight, you will pay dearly." 

I felt he was leaving out pertinent information and my inquisitive mind was anxious for answers, but as ordered, I listened. 

After Master dressed, he brought the necklace to me and wrapped it around my neck. Then he pulled a leash from his pocket. "This will be attached at all times. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will be respectful to all. When you are told to do something, you will not question it or hesitate. If you are touched by anyone you will oblige them. You will kneel at my feet when I stand or sit. When I am walking you will heel. Do you know what that means?" 

I nodded.

"Okay sweetness. Go prepare yourself."

I went to the bathroom and started to apply my make-up just as Master liked when a jolt shot through me and knocked me to the floor. "Ah, okay, it works," Master said, standing over me. "Take off that lipstick and put on a lighter shade. I want you to look as natural as possible."

"Master, what was that?" 

His hand came down on my bottom so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. "Wash your face and start over again." 

When I finished preparing myself, I went to Master for his approval. He shined the light on me and smiled. "Nice. Very nice." 

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome," he said, leading me to the kitchen by the leash that he attached to my necklace. "Bend over the counter." When I did I felt him pressing something into my right buttock. "Okay, do a slow 360." I turned and once again faced Master. "Kneel" I knelt. "Rise" I rose. "Turn around, bend over and spread your butt cheeks." I did as ordered and stayed that way until I was told to rise. "Do you know what a trot is?" 

"I think so, Master." 

"Let me see you trot around the kitchen." As I trotted my tits slapped against me and Master snickered. "Good, but hold your head higher." I trotted again and Master was pleased. He went to the front closet and brought me a wrap. "One final instruction... make me proud." 

"Yes Master," I replied, wondering if it was too late to change my mind. Master had his reasons for everything he had put me through these past days. While I knew Master could be trusted to keep me safe, I could not deny that I was more than nervous. 

The Party

When we arrived at the Pemberton's I was in awe. A large wrought iron gate stopped us. Master buzzed and mumbled a secret code. The gates opened and we drove up a drive that seemed a mile or more long until we reached the circular driveway. This wasn't a house, it was a mansion. Master pulled up and some man in uniform opened his door. Master came around and helped me from the car. He immediately attached the leash and removed my wrap. My knees became weak and I grabbed for Master. "Do not touch me." 

"Master," I stuttered

"DO NOT SPEAK!!" 

I felt dizzy and stumbled as he led me up the stairs. He stopped and through gritted teeth he said, "Do you know how to walk without being clumsy?" I nodded as I looked around. Others were led inside, both male and female and they too were naked. My heart raced wildly and I felt like running. Then suddenly Master yanked hard on the leash. "Head down!" 

When the doors opened I heard the liveliness of a party—glasses clinking and people chatting and laughing. All I saw were feet. When Master stopped, I knelt. He leaned down and whispered, "To answer your question, you will address the women as Mistress." 

No sooner did he say that when a woman greeted him. "Is this your prize?" she asked. He answered her as she walked around me. "Nice. Why have you been hiding her?" They continued to discuss me when some man approached. He said he was glad that Master finally accepted their invite again after all this time. The woman agreed so I assumed they were the Pemberton's. I wanted desperately to see them, but I was on my best behavior. 

"She's a beauty," the man said as he stroked my head and ran his hand across my shoulder. Master thanked him. "Welcome to the Kennel Club, girl."

"You may speak," Master said.

My mouth was so dry I didn't know if I could, but I managed to say, "Thank you, Sir."

"A lovely sounding voice," the man said. "Rise, girl." 

I stood but kept my head down as instructed. "Oh a nice touch," the woman said standing behind me. The man moved in her direction and chuckled. "A rhinestone heart on that heart-shaped ass. Clever, man." So that's what Master was pressing into my ass. As a hand came from behind to grab my pussy, I squatted slightly to allow easy access. A finger ran through my slit, stopping to pinch my clit and then brought my juices up my ass crack. "Nice scent," he said, as he made a sniffing sound. I felt my face redden. "Good luck," he said, patting my ass. 

Master tugged on my leash and began to walk. I heeled. People greeted him as we made our way through the crowd—people that I assumed he had known prior to our relationship. He'd stop and chat for a while and I'd kneel until ordered to rise and heel. There was some comfort in knowing that I was not the only naked person there, but I could only guess that others were being fondled and complimented as well. When I heard Master say, "Hey Donnie." I closed my eyes and felt nauseated. 

"She's looking good," Donnie said. "And I convinced this one to come and show off her stuff, but she's not anywhere near as well trained or as luscious looking as your bitch." 

Master laughed. I wanted so much to see who Donnie brought, but it didn't take long for me to learn that it was the same woman that was at our house for dinner and it made my insides giddy. "Heel," Master said, yanking on my leash. I immediately rose and Donnie squeezed my ass cheek as we walked away. 

It wasn't too long before a voice came over a loud-speaker telling those in attendance that the competition was about to begin and that everyone should take their seat. Master sat and I kneeled at his feet. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "You're doing great, pet. I'm proud of you."




The Party



I knew that Master had been here before—and not alone, because someone mentioned to him that I was the best he'd ever shown. My heart sunk thinking that there were others before me, but I was his wife not just a trophy. He loved me, but I wondered if he loved others before me. Sadness filled me and all of a sudden I wanted to burst into tears. Then, I heard the announcer call to the ring the first contestant. Master leaned down and whispered, "Listen carefully so you'll be ready when it's your turn." 

My turn? I was a contestant? I trembled uncontrollably and my breathing became labored. Master stroked my back and said, "You're the best bitch here. No worries." Then he kissed the top of my head. 

When the announcer called Master, I rose and heeled. He led me to the ring and placed a blindfold on me, and then pranced me around. This was the first time my head was held high as I trotted around the ring. Then we stopped in the middle. He commanded me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. "Wink at the audience with that cute little anus, bitch." Everyone roared with laughter. The announcer came over and said quietly, "You not only bring the best bitches, but you know how to entertain the crowd. We missed you, man." Tears welled in my eyes, but I was able to contain them. 

After performing a few tricks, several people—some in men's shoes, some in women's heels— came to the ring. Each one of them took turns at lifting my breasts as if weighing them. Then cupped them, pinched my nipples, and fondled my breasts. Then they moved down to my cunt. Master stood behind me and I felt his crop slide between my thighs forcing me to separate my legs to allow them access. I could feel them scrutinize my pussy because they were so close to it I felt their breaths. One even licked it and said, "She has a pleasant taste." They pinched and pulled and yanked my clit. Fingers went into my cunt and my ass. It was then that I was happy I couldn't see these people, but they could see me and I wondered how many of them knew me and how many I might run across in my everyday life. A lump filled my throat. The urge to sob was great, but I maintained control. 

When they finally left the ring, Master forced my head down again and removed the blindfold. He turned me around and whispered, "Don't make a sound, pet." Prior to having my turn in the ring I heard others get spanked with an implement of their owner's choice. Some squealed, some whimpered, some cried out loud, but there were a couple who remained completely silent. The ones who were silent got a round of applause. Without warning Master's crop came down on my right buttock harder than ever and nearly caused me to topple but I held my ground. Then it came down on my left cheek and I wanted to scream out, but I was silent. Again and again the crop kissed my ass until I felt faint. Surely, I would pass out and embarrass Master. The room was spinning and I prayed that soon the beating would end. Surely Master wouldn't want me to use my safe word now. Not one of the bitches used a safe word, but I felt like screaming it out. Then it ended and the crowd cheered and yelled bravo. 

"And not only can she endure the pain I inflict," Master laughed, "but she's a damn good cocksucker." The room was alive with laughter and applause. 

My torment was over, but we remained in the ring where the others joined us. Again, Master placed the blindfold on me and whispered, "Now it's trotting time. Hold your head high and make those tits dance." The music began and Master hit my outer thigh with the crop and I trotted. I could hear other feet trotting as well and the audience applauded. When the music stopped, we stopped. Master yanked the leash downward so I knelt. The room was alive but in hushed whispers. 

After several minutes the announcer said, "We have our winners." He named the 3rd place winner. It wasn't me. Then, the 2nd place. I wanted to die thinking how disappointed Master would be if he didn't win. I crossed my fingers and held my breath and then I heard Master's name announced as the 1st place winner. I wanted to jump around like a giddy kid and yell woohoo, but I maintained my composure as expected. After a short acceptance speech, he told me to rise. He leaned in and kissed my cheek then brushed his lips to my ear. "You were wonderful, pet," he whispered. He removed the blindfold and led me from the ring. 

As we made our way out people stopped him offering their congratulations. The Pemberton's approached him at the door and Mrs. Pemberton said, "If you ever want to sell her..." 

Master stopped her cold. "She's my wife and my most treasured possession. There's no amount of money that could satisfy me as she does." 

"Understood," she said. "But after tonight, you know you're going to get a lot of offers." 

Master chuckled. "Oh I know." 

"You performed well, girl," Mr. Pemberton said. 

"You may speak." 

"Thank you, Sir. And thank you both for the opportunity." 

"Oh yes, she is absolutely a well-trained treasure," Mr. Pemberton chuckled.

When we got into the car Master leaned over and kissed me passionately. "You'll never know how proud you've made me" 

"Thank you, Master." 

He laughed. "You can call me Sir again." 

"Yes Sir." 

"Hold out your hand." When I did he placed a check on my palm and turned on the car light.

My jaw dropped. "Fifty Thousand Dollars?" 

He nodded. "Enjoy the money, sweetness" 

"It's all mine?" 

"Yes, my love, you earned it," he said with a peck on my cheek. "Anyway, I have this trophy," he snickered as he lifted the object to show me. I chuckled. 

As we drove off I realized that the past week had been to prepare me for this. "Sir?" 

"Yes?" 

"What if I had used my safe word?" 

"I would have respected it, of course." 

"We would have lost?" 

Master nodded.

I couldn't stop thinking about the other women he had brought to show. "Did you ever lose?"

"Never."

"How many times have you won, Sir?" 

"You mean how many women have I shown prior to you?" Master chuckled, "Not many and none of them as exceptional as you." 

Master expelled a contented sigh when I rested my head on his shoulder and snuggled up close. I wondered if after this past week our relationship would ever be the same. I smiled when I reached down to his crotch. "Oh my," I snickered. 

"Mhmm. I can't wait to get you home."