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A Hickerman Party Ch. 01

By: saber6



A Hickerman Party: The Invitation

Inspired by Angeleyes

Bill snaps out of his bored stupor as Jim, the computer guru in the next cubicle, tosses an envelope that lands on top of Bill’s outstretched fingers above his keyboard. Turning with an inquisitive look and picking up the envelope he says, “What’s this?”

“Open it up.” Jim demands. “I think you’ll be pleased.”

Bill shrugs, looking down at the envelope again to find his name beautifully calligraphed on the back. Turning it over and looking up at Jim again with the same inquisitive look, only to hear Jim repeat himself, “Go on. Open it up!”

Bill looks back down and runs his finger under the seal. He pulls out an embossed white card, again with his name professionally printed across the front. Opening it up he reads,

You and your Significant Other are cordially
invited to an evening of fun, food, entertainment
and fulfillment.

Theme: Las Vegas Night

October 9, 2003, 7pm till ?
Ask the presenter of this invitation
for directions and what additional
information they may be allowed to provide.
Dress: Optional, no female slacks

Looking back up again with a, what’s this all about, look and a shrug, Bill asks, “What gives?”

“You’ve heard of the Hickerman Parties?” Jim snaps.

“No. Why?”

“Well, thanks to yours truly, I’ve gotten you an initiation invitation to one of James Hickerman’s parties. You do know who James Hickerman is?” Jim asks, incorrigibly.

“Of, course. How could anyone in this town not know who he is. He’s only the most powerful man around.”

“Exactly.” Jim responds enthusiastically. “Every second Thursday of the month he has a fantastic party. He invites three or four initiates, based on recommendations from the members.”

“From the words in the invitation I’m assuming that this party is more than your normal high society get together.”

“And you figure right.” Jim confirms Bill’s suspicions. “I’m not allowed to go into details, but I can assure you – you will have a great and fulfilling evening.”

“I’m not too sure – no I’m totally sure – my wife will not go along with this.” Bill grimaces.

“Who’s talking about taking your wife. Ever since you told me you were getting a little on the side, I’ve been trying to get you invited.”

“Ah, I see.” Bill’s grimace, slowly turning to a smile. “So, where does this secret party take place.”

“Hickerman bought the block downtown that surrounds the old high school. The gym was turned into a dining room, with all tables facing the stage. Classrooms have been turned into theme rooms. The old locker rooms in the basement have a dungeon motif.”

“What’s the dress?”

Jim laughs, “You can see for yourself it says optional. And it means just that. Some of the ladies come in no more that a slicker and as soon as they are through the door that disappears. Most women, come showing something. The guys anything from just a thong to tucs.”

“Sounds interesting.” Bill murmurs almost in a daze. 

“Okay, a couple more details you need to know. Initiates get in free, but it is a pay as you go bar. Once initiated and sworn to silence, all parties you attend after that are a hundred dollars a plate.”

“Whoa!” Bill almost chokes out of his daze. “And what’s this initiation thing about.”

“I know it sounds expensive, but believe me it is more than worth it.” Jim explains.

“And about the initiation?”

“Well… it’s a little different each time. I’m not suppose to explain, but each couple has to provide a little show up on the stage after dinner. He’ll explain and give you a chance to back out if you wish.”

At lunch Bill is on the phone immediately trying to get hold of Angel – his little on the side. She’s a nurse from a neighboring town he met on the internet about a year earlier. They’ve meeting about twice a month for their mutual pleasure. As Bill, she is happily married, but needed a little more excitement in the sack. Her husband supports this as they use to swing from time to time. Bill’s wife knows nothing of his affair, which bothers him, but he just can’t withstand the temptation and excitement Angel provides . She answers on the fifth ring, much to Bill’s relief. “Hi, sweetie. Have I got a surprise for you.”

“Yeeesss? You sound excited.” She responds.

“We have been invited to a Hickerman Party.” Bill blurts out with no lead up at all.

“Okaaay” Angel reacts cautiously, not sure what he is talking about.

“Hickerman. James… Hickerman”

“Okaaay. I know who your talking about. But why would he be inviting us to one of those up-town parties?” She inquires, adding, “We sure don’t run in that crowd.”

“No, these are special parties. Private parties. Jim has been going for a couple of years and got us an invitation.” He explains.

Angel catches on quickly, asking, “I’m getting the idea that this is not just a party, but more like an orgy?”

“I’m not totally sure, Jim isn’t allowed to give too many details, but he says some of the ladies come nude, but most come showing off a little something.”

“I’m not so sure.” Angel responds.

“Jim says, it is really worth it, and we can back out at any time, no questions asked.”

“What would I wear?” She asks, then adds knowingly, “What would you like me to wear?”

“Just surprise me.”

Thursday night – Bill had told his wife he had to make an overnight business trip – he meets Angel at their usual motel room. Angel slowly opens the door just as he puts his hand up to knock. Backing up as he enters she does a pirouette, showing him all she has. Angel is the same height as Bill, about 5’8”. Shoulder length hair with blond streaks frame her lovely round face. She was really quite stunning, but that wasn’t what Bill was looking at.

She’s wearing a see-thru smoke colored blouse that fits tight around her full, pleasingly plump torso. Visible through the sheer material is a black, half cup push-up bra that lifts provocatively those firm little A-cup breasts that he loves to nurse on so much. A black mini-skirt, revealing a sensual pair of long thin legs encased in black mesh stockings held up by a black, lacey garter belt completes the ensemble along with a pair of black pumps. “Wow! Do you look great.” He pulls her to him as she completes her turn, kissing her passionately, their tongues fighting for space in each others mouth.

Finally, breaking the kiss, she pulls away and walks toward the bathroom sink, saying, “Thanks. I thought you’d like it. Not just sure I feel comfortable enough to wear just this. I think I want to put on a jacket or something.” 

“Oh, no.” Bill protests. “You look fantastic.”

“Yeah, but we got to move to the car and from the car to the school, without being seen. I mean I can’t be seen out in the streets like this. I look like one of the hussies down on A Street.” She protests, filling a glass with water.

“No, no. You look just great. As sexy as I have ever seen you.”

“Slutty, you mean.” She responded with a slight tone of aversion as she picks something up off the sink counter, turns and walks back to him with the glass of water in her hand.

“No, no,” Bill repeated. “Sexy and hot. Anyway it is only two steps out to the car and I will park as close to that school as I can. I promise. Besides, I was hoping I could talk you into taking that bra off on the way over there.”

“Yeah, then I’ll really look like a slut.” She protests, handing him the glass of water.

“No, just hotter and sexier than you are already.” Bill counters with complements.

“We’ll see.” She says, submitting a little and handing him a little blue pill. “Here take this. It’s your Viagra. I’ve got two more in my purse for later, if we need them.”

The old high school was right down town. Built in 1884, it was that typical two story brick small Midwestern town high school structure. Peaked roof with four rooms on each floor. A gym had been added along with two one story wings off the gym. The wings paralleled the end zone and one side of the football field that Bill had played on the year he graduated in 1968. He was a member of the last graduating class from that high school. The town’s phenomenal growth was largely do to the manufacturing Mr. Hickerman had brought to the surrounding area. Two new high schools had been built since Bill graduated.

The football field had been turned into a parking lot, with tall wooden fences surrounding the other two sides. The gate was at the far end, so curious eyes could not really see in very well. Angel feels a little easing in her apprehension. Especially, when she sees most of the other women are half nude, some with boobs swinging bare, others with cheeks exposed in nothing more than a thong. And several covered in a cape, apparently with nothing underneath. Now all she hopes is that she doesn’t know anyone inside.

Bill opens his door, ready to go around and open Angel’s door. Before he can even swing a leg out, Angel grabs his arm. She pulls him around and kisses him hard on the lips with a lot of tongue. Upon braking the kiss, she smiles at him and starts undoing her blouse. Without breaking eye contact she reaches inside, between her breasts, unfastening the snap at her small cleavage. Leaning forward again she kisses Bill hard, while pulling her arms out of her sleeves, then the bra straps and back into the sleeves of her blouse again.

Breaking the kiss again, she smiles and hands him the bra. “Here’s a trophy for you. I love you, Babe. And will do almost anything for you.”

This is what he loves about her most, her willingness to give herself completely, to make things as hot as possible for both of them. 

Bill smiles back, leans forward opening her blouse and begins sucking on one of her breasts. Angel pulls his head in tight, moaning her pleasure. But, after only a few moments she pulls him away, saying. “You’re making me so hot. If we don’t leave now, we may never get inside.

Bill nods and starts buttoning her blouse. He leaves the top three buttons undone. Turning away he gets out of the car, walks around to open her door for Angel. Opening the door, Bill extends a hand, which she takes, pulling herself into his arms. They kiss again, long and hard with tongues entangled.

Finally, they are able to join the rest of the attendees entering the school. As they walk Angel curls into his side, head sometimes leaning on his shoulder, one arm around his waist the other slowly rolling over his stomach. One tit is pressing hard into his side, the other bouncing seductively free with each step inside the sheer blouse. 

This is why Bill enjoyed her so much. She gave herself freely and completely to him. She always hung on him, whispering wonderful pleasures in his ear, licking his neck, kissing his cheek and ear. It reminded him of his youth. Reminded him of his days right here, on what used to be a football field. Reminded him of those cheerleaders, who always hung on the quarterback and star players arms. Reminded him of how he wondered why they did that, when she was usually treated like dirt. Although he had played ball, starting as halfback and defensive end, playing almost the whole game; he never had a girl that treated him that way or gave herself so completely to him.

Sometimes, when they walked together in public, she’d take a chance when she thought no one was looking and would let her hand momentarily drift down and give his always hard cock a squeeze. Today was no exception, for just as they enter the door, Bill handing his invitation to a bare breasted 18 to 20 year old blond in a chorus line outfit, Angel lowers her hand giving his rigidness a good long squeeze. The blond looks down, smiles knowingly and proceeds to escort them to a table right in front of the stage. She takes their drink orders and departs, swinging her almost bare ass provocatively. 

Looking around, neither of them recognize anyone, somewhat relieved. Almost all the tables are full and a dull roar of mumbling fills the air. Lots of breasts are bare, some dicks, soft and hard, are exposed: but very little sexual play is visible other than a few coped feels. Music is playing and some are dancing here and there with hands usually on bare asses. Everywhere is joy and merriment.

The gym was small, only big enough for a basket ball court and one side of bleachers. A stage opened on the other side. But, it no longer looked like a gym. The ceiling had been lower, the walls covered with rich paneling and the floor cover with thick, soft carpeting. Angel’s and Bill’s table was right in front of the stage, not even ten feet away, just to the left of center. The tables were long and oval, just slightly taller than your normal living room cocktail table. Each table was supplied with, chips, nachos, veggie trays and dip. In a semi-circle around each table was a set four sectional couches, covered with pillows. There was a similar set-up right next to their table to the right, and four consecutive semi-circular rows of tables and couches behind. Probably a total of about twenty five sets.

All along the walls Romanesque pillars reached from the floor to the ceiling. Four larger ones crossed through the middle of the room and two even larger pillars and an arch framed the stage. All where beautifully draped with vines and sheer curtains. Tables and pedestals held large green plants and ferns in hanging baskets adorned the entire room. It was a very pleasing atmosphere. In between the pillars the walls obviously for Los Vegas night, are lined with slot machines and in the space between them and the seating are black jack, roulette and craps tables. 

Reaching for a chip, with his hand still on Angel’s arm, Bill asks, “Shall we go play the slots?” But, before Angel can answer, their bare breasted hostess interrupts, “Bill and Angel, I would like to introduce you to your table mates and fellow initiates, Jeff and Tonya.” 

Bill took Jeff’s hand in a firm shake, saying, “Nice to meet you.” Jeff was athletically built, broad in the shoulders, maybe 5’10” tall; probably in his mid-thirties, dressed similar to Bill in an unbuttoned white dress shirt, a pair of dark slacks and sandals. Although Bill didn’t notice, Angel sure did, that Jeff also sporting a raging hard-on that pushed out his slacks every bit as much as Bill’s.

Tonya and Angel also join hands softly exchanging courtesies, when Bill heard Tonya say, “Well girl – you sure came dressed to party.” Tonya was almost as tall as Jeff, with dark blond hair pulled straight back into a pony tail that hung down to the middle of her back. She wore a black dress with a slit on one side all the way up within about four inches of her waist. She might have had underwear on, but if she did it must have been a thong, because nothing but bare skin showed from the slit. She also wore a tight beige velour sweater that showed her perfect D maybe DD cups off nicely. Obviously she was not wearing a bra, for her raised areolas and large firm nipples protrude visibly into the glove like material.

Tonya’s initial statement is quickly followed by, “Well, I guess if I want to keep Jeff’s eyes off you tonight, I better get dressed for the party as well.” The comment is not catty, but complementary. And with that she reaches down to the bottom of her sweater with crossed arms and pulls it quickly up over her head exposing herself completely from the waist up. 

Angle, Bill and even Jeff stare at her, mouths a-gap. “What?” Tonya asks, noticing their stares as she neatly places her sweater over the back of the couch. “Look around. There are a lot a bare breasted women out there.” She stretched out her arm, swinging it slowly across the room to indicate where they were. “There… there… there…. Our waitress…. Even Angel is very nicely exposed. Besides… What is it they say… If you got ‘em, flaunt ‘em.” To emphasize, she places her hands on her hips and shakes ‘em back and forth, causing both Jeff’s and Bill’s members to swell and twitch a little harder.

Both women giggle a little as Angel raises her hands over her head and shakes her nice little firm orbs, as well. Grinning, Jeff turns to Bill saying, “Isn’t this just great. I’m am so excited. I’ve been waiting two years to get an invitation to this.” Then leering with a smile he gazes around the room.

“Really?” Bill replies, not with sarcasm, but more in disbelief that these parties had been going for so long and he had never heard about them.

“Yeah, A couple we swing with had been coming to these for about a year when they told us about them. They’ve been putting our names in every month since then. Finally!… we’ve been selected.”

In reaction to the word swing, Bill and Angel exchange looks of mild shock, as if to say, What have we gotten ourselves into. Bill also wondered how his body Jim got them an invitation so fast, since he had only told Jim about Angel two months ago.

“But, what I’m really excited about is the initiation.” Jeff continues. “Can’t wait to find out what they have dreamed up for us to do.”

Angel pulls on Bill’s arm, as much to say, What’s this about an initiation?

“I understand they come up with some really wild stuff.” Jeff carries on with a big grin on his face. “Tonya and me,” turning to grab her arm and pull her close, “are really big into showing off in front of others…. Aren’t we dear?”

“Obviously.” She smiles, and shakes her boobs again.

Tentatively Angel asks, “Like what… what kinds… of things do they do to the initiates.” 

“Oh,” he laughed, “They don’t do anything to you, they have you do things or perform on the stage.”

Abruptly the background music stops, effectively ending their conversation; and the hall grew quiet as man in tails, the crotch cut out, exposing a very large erection, walks out onto the stage. Taking a mike from another bare breasted blond, he pulls it to his lips, saying, “Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to another evening of fun, food, entertainment and fulfillment. We will start with a little warm up entertainment, followed by dinner, some competitions, then the initiations. So without any further ado, let the games begin.”

Angel pulls on Bill’s arm again at the mention of the word initiations. Turning her mouth to his ear, she whispers, “You didn’t say anything about these initiations.”

“Well a… I didn’t,… I don’t know,… really expect all this.” Bill stammers.

“But, you did know there were initiations, right?” Angel pushes.

“Yes. I just didn’t have any idea what they might…”

“So you thought you better not tell me incase I balked?” Although pressing, her tone was not totally angry.

“Yes… I guess. But Jim said if we didn’t want to do anything we were free to leave anytime.” He finally confides.

“I’m not sure I’ll be going to be able to do this.” She continues.

“Well, we can just wait and see what it is. Get a free meal. A good show.” His arm points to the stage where four male and four female dancers were starting their number. “If we don’t like what they want us to do, we leave. But, how bad can it be?”

“Look around.” She whispers. “There are a lot of naked people out there, already. Look over there.” She points at a lady already down on her knees foliating her date. “They’re obviously going to make us do something far more lascivious than that.”

“Well, let’s just sit down and see.”

“Okay.” She says, pulling out her chair and sitting down. “They’re going to have us a least fucking, which I don’t mind. I’m just not sure I can do that with an audience. And I’ll tell you right now I’m pretty sure I don’t want to do it with a stranger. At least not tonight”

Classical music softly returned into the old gym, redecorated into a Las Vegas casino, ala Ceasar’s. To the melody eight ballet dancers tip-toe gracefully across the stage. The four women, dressed in black nylons held up by red lacy garter belts, rather than tights, matching thong and bra; pirouetted in tiny tight circles across the stage forming a slightly bowed line. The four men followed, wearing black tights supporting large bulges down the inside of their right thighs, white shirts opened down the front forming a V to where they were tucked into the tights, the sleeves were full and blousy like the classical pirates wore. They leap gracefully across the stage until each stood behind a partner.


A Hickerman Party Ch. 01



All the women are tall statuesque beauties, one blond, a red head, another with jet black hair and a brunette. All have large, round breasts, at least DD if not bigger. They are obviously professional dancers of Las Vegas quality.

As the men come upon their partners, the women, slowly and gracefully extend an arm high above their heads. Reaching up the men take that hand as the ladies twirl underneath it. Slowly in time with the music they dance into a rotating circle, closing in tighter and tighter, then expanding the circle back out again. For another five minutes they gracefully join and rejoin in any number of other formations.

As the music finishes they return to the slightly bowed line. The women bow their heads on their partner’s shoulder, one toe on the floor the other brought up and pointing straight at the ceiling. Each man had grasped the calf of their partners raised leg with one hand and palmed her right breast.

Suddenly the music blared out a rendition of Bob Sejer’s Night Moves. As the girls spin away from their partners, off comes the bras. The girls dance now more in the style of strippers, but very well choreographed. The men just stand there taping their toes and swinging the bras to the beat of the song. The girls strut and bow, bending over letting those massive orbs swing between their legs. They do the splits and spread their legs for all to view. At the end of the song they return to their partners side. Down on one knee, the other behind the man’s leg, with their head resting against his hip, one hand runs up his back, while the other circles his belly. At the very last drum beat of the song, their hands all drop in a blur to their partners bulge along inside his thigh.

For a moment they are frozen their. Angel takes the opportunity to reach over and begin to caress Bill’s leg in the same manner. Only difference is that instead of having to caress it down along his thigh, it is already pressing straight up, hard against his zipper, aching for release. 

The next song comes on very softly with a slow beat. In time with that beat the ladies begin to stroke the incased meat before them. Everyone watches in silence as all the appendages begin to rise. The ladies work their men until they are all standing straight up, but still incased in the tights. Abruptly with a loud beat of the drum the music changes tempo. Along with that loud beat of the drum the women quickly pull their hands away, taking an oval patch of the cloth with them. There is a loud ripping sound as the Velcro releases its grasp, completely exposing these huge cocks. None are less than at least 10 inches of thick, pulsing meat.

The men now dance and shake their dicks around to the pleasure of all the ladies, who hoot and holler much louder than the men had for the women. At the end of this number the men returned to their partners sides bent down on one knee as the woman had done before.

The next number again starts out slow. The men’s hands slowly course over the women’s bodies, across their stomachs, over their breasts, down their thighs, until like their predecessors with a loud beat of a drum, they ripped off the women’s thong. Naked except for their nylons and garter belts, the woman strut and dance in unison till the end of the music.

Angel’s hand had been at work and had deftly released Bill’s cock from its constraints. As the women dance she lays her head on his shoulder and strokes him slowly. Bill’s hand has also been working as his fingers massage her inner thigh. Unfortunately for both of them, his angle is such that he can’t quite reach all the way up between her legs.

“This must be really getting to you.” Angel perceives, whispering in his ear and while she’s there, takes a quick suck on his ear lobe.

“How’s that?” Bill replies without taking his eyes off the show unfolding before them not even fifteen feet away.

“Your cock is actually hot and it’s got to be as hard as I have ever felt it.” She explains.

Turning to look at her, smiling he whispers “Well then, why don’t you just role your leg across my lap and climb on.”

“Don’t tempt me.” And she kisses him hard on the mouth, her tongue stabbing deep inside, licking his tongue and roof of his mouth.

When she breaks the kiss, he says, “I’m not tempting you. I’m begging you. I don’t think anyone would even notice with all this action on the stage.”

“Ummm, I think… no, I know I’d love that… But we don’t want to miss anything. Do we?” she declines with mixed emotions. 

“Well at least turn this way a little bit and spread those legs, so I can give you a little of what you are giving me.” He suggests.

Letting go of him, Angel turns on her couch so she is facing his side. She pulls up her right leg and slides behind his back, the other is still stretched out normally to her front. With her legs spread wide, she grabs his hand and pulls it up into her muff. Bill is amazed at how wet she is and says, “This must be getting to you just as much as it is getting to me. You’re dripping wet and your pussy feels like a radiator.”

“Just shut up and watch the show.” She says, beginning to stroke him again and planting a kiss on his neck that will ultimately become a hickey. 

Meanwhile, the women on the stage have finished the number by dancing around their partners and removing their shirts. In doing so they end on their knees directly in front of the hard, pulsing cocks before them. During the short lull in the music they bend completely over backwards, bringing their heads down to touch the floor and showing their breasts to the audience. The men reach down and massage the bare orbs.

As the music begins again the ladies slowly rise up on their knees and take the head of the cock in front of them into their mouths. The music sort of turns in to a dirge, repeating the same notes over and over again. At the end of each set of notes a base drum beats. With that beat all four heads drive instantly down the length of the cocks in their mouths. During the three or four notes that follow they slowly pull their lips back up to the crowns, only to instantly drive down the length again on the next hard beat of the drum. Slowly, in unison the couples turn to show their profiles to the audience. 

Two couples face to the right, the other two to the left. Slowly the tempo of the music increases and with it so does the pace of the ladies. The heads of all the ladies move up and down in unison with the music. Up and down the length of their studs shafts, the girls heads move at an ever increasing tempo The men with their heads rolled back, lightly run their fingers through the ladies hair. Not enough to have any effect on the girls manipulations, but certainly adding to the already erotic scene.

After another minute or so the pace of the dirge has the girls’ heads flying, like four pistons they work their cocks. And even still the music speeds up and so do the girls. Their heads a flying, almost a blur, for another full minute. 

Suddenly the music stops with a loud clap of thunder. The girls pull their heads free, but keep stroking their partner’s cock. Within two or three strokes, three of the men begin to cum all over their partners faces, necks and breasts. The second from the right is about four strokes behind his queue, but is soon drenching his lady as well. “Oh, God!” Angel bursts out. “I’ve got to have some of that.” And with no further ado, drops her head forward into Bill’s lap, taking his entire length down her throat.

Tonya – sitting between Bill and Jeff, who is stroking his cock as well, while Jeff with an arm over her shoulder caresses her left breast – reacts by saying, “Hey girl, need to save that for the initiation.”

Angel stops and looks up at Bill for a decision with the head of his cock still in her mouth, as Jeff adds, “Yeah, suck all his juices out of him, now. Hopefully, he won’t be able to compete later.”

“Hey sweetie,” Bill replies to her unspoken question. “Makes no difference to me, either way I’m going to be satisfied.”

Meanwhile on the stage, the ladies slowly slide up the body of their partners. Once standing and wrapped in their partners’ arms, they kiss passionately. Slowly turning they roll around each other still embraced and slowly exit the stage, kissing all the way.

Closing her eyes, Angel drives her face down, burying her nose in Bill’s pubic hair. Quickly she pulls her head back up and then strokes his length several times with her lips sucking him hard and her teeth lightly dragging on his skin. Bill moans and throws his head back on the couch. Despite the pleasure she knows she is giving Bill and herself, Angel decides to pull away.

“Well, I’m not sure we will stay for the initiation.” Angel declares, “but, I guess we aught to save that for a little later, just in case, if you don’t mind.” Taking his cock back in her hand she squeezes it and then begins stroking it very slowly.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Jeff exclaims befuddled by her remark, …not sure we will stay… “You two are a couple of naturals. Look at what your doing, what more could they ask?”

“Doing this up there with everyone watching, for one thing. Worse they could ask five guys or more to gang bang me. There’s just couple of things I can’t do?” Angel illuminates her fears rapidly, letting go of Bill’s cock to emphasize her points with her hands. 

“Actually,” Jeff presumes, “if you two pull out, that will almost insure Tonya and I will win. Look over at the other two initiates.” He points over his shoulder. “Dressed pretty conservatively and haven’t started taking anything off yet.”

“You seem to know a lot more about this initiation then we do.” Bill declares, as the lights slowly increase and the bare breasted waitresses begin bringing out the dinner.

“Not really. All we know is that initially there is a ritual we all have to go through blind folded. Everyone here has gone through the same ceremony.” Jeff enlightens, ignoring the trays of food being placed on their table. “Then after pledging secrecy, they come up with a competition that is different each time.”

“Exactly my point!” Angel exclaims. “What if the competition is to see how many guys the women can take on?”

“Ummmm,” Tonya moans, “The more the merrier.”

“Or what if we have to exchange partners?”

“Ummmm,” Tonya responds again with even more desire in her voice. “I’d really like that. I can have Jeff’s long cock any time.” Reaching over beside her she grabs Bill’s cock. “But I haven’t had a thick cock like this in years. Now Angel, Jeff’s cock will reach places in you Bill has never been.” The whole time she is speaking, she looks Angel straight in the eye, while stroking Bill’s cock. “And while Jeff is hitting places Bill’s never been, This beautiful cock would be stretching me wider than I’ve been stretched since I was in college. Must be twelve years. Ummmm, this would really feel great up my cunt.” 

“Aren’t you afraid of disease?”

“Baby… are either of you diseased?”

“Augh!” Angel gasps in frustration. Tonya just smiles continuing to stroke the cock in her hand, while Jeff turns to the food, starting to prepare his plate. 

“Angel, don’t get all worked up.” Bill butts in. “I’ve been assured we will be told exactly what the initiation entails and we can make a decision at that time. I assure you I will abide by your decision and will not pressure you to change it.”

“Yes, I know,” Angel wines a little with a sad face, “I just don’t want to disappoint you, that’s all. I love and adore you so much.” She pauses, turning her head towards the food. “I guess we should eat before it gets cold.”

“Good idea.” Bill says, rolling out of Tonya’s grip and pinning Angel to the back of the couch. He unbuttons a couple of her buttons, pulls the front of her blouse open, lowers his head to her breast and sucks it in with passion.

“Oooohhhh, God, Bill.” Angel moans and pulls his head tight to her chest. “That feels great. But if you keep this up very long, I’m going to be all over you.” Bill just sucked in that much more of her breast, his head rolling back and forth all over her tit. 

“Jeff quit feeding your face and look at these two.” Tonya shouts to him in awe of the performance before her. “I had his cock in hand and he just rolled out of my grasp and attacked her tits. I suspect my idea of getting that fat cock of his to stretch my poor deprived pussy has been rejected.

Bill hadn’t taken her suggestion seriously anyway. He knew what he had with Angel, one hell of a hot lady, and he knew how she burned. He had no idea how hot Tonya might be, but he had his doubts. All wood burns. Tonya reminded him of those towering cottonwoods - tall statuesque, beautiful trees; compared to Angel who was maybe an apple tree - short and spreading. However, the cottonwood is full of water and is hard to ignite when its green, and when dried it burns quickly with very little heat and certainly no intensity. And before it is ready to burn (cut down and aged) it has some nasty habits. It's a high maintenance tree, dropping sticky seeds, then cotton fluff and leaves all summer long. The apple on the other hand, burns well even when green, but when properly cured, burns three to four times longer than an identical sized piece of cottonwood and with great intensity. It has beautiful blossoms in the spring that smell so fresh and provide succulent, sweet fruit in the fall. The leaves turn late in the fall and come down quickly all at once to be quickly cleaned away. Angel is his apple tree, while Tonya was just another cottonwood, who but Angel could he pick.

“Hay you two!” Jeff yells, threw a partially filled mouth of food. “Need to save some of that for the initiation. Besides you’re missing out on all this great food.”

Bill pulls his head away just long enough to say, “I’m getting all the nourishment I need right here.” Promptly he lowers his head to Angel’s other breast, giving it the same treatment.

“Ooohhh, God Bill.” Angel moans. Oooohh! Yes, that feels so good. Suck my tits, Babe. You’re making me hotter every second.” Bill sucks as much of that breast into his mouth as he can, flicking his tongue across the hard little nipple with force and speed.

“Augh! Oh! Yes!” Angel moans even louder. “I’m close to cumming, Babe. Suck ‘em harder!”

Bill does that for just a few seconds more, but then pulls out from under her grasp and kneels down before her in front of the couch. He grabs her skirt, flipping it up; grabs her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the couch and dives down into her muff. Without teasing or even searching his mouth pushes the already swollen lips aside. Puckering his lips until he finds her clitoris, he spreads them out to tightening the skin around it. His tongue immediately begins flicking back and forth across the tender little nub with as much force and speed as it had on her nipple.

The moment his tongue makes contact with her clit, Angel arches her back and thrusts herself up into his wonderful mouth. The sensation takes complete control of her body the rumblings of her orgasm deep at the base of her spine begin to erupt immediately as she lets out a low, guttural, “Aaaaaauuuuuuughhhhhh!” that grows louder and louder, until everyone within three or four tables stops whatever they were doing, turns and stares.

The sensation beginning a the base of her spine, quickly runs up her back into her neck, across her chest making her nipples harder and more sensitive. Her stomach knots, while simultaneously the muscles in her legs and arms contract. While all these sensations are rapidly engulfing her entire body, she holds her last thrust firmly into his mouth. Angel’s hips and arched back hover above the couch, every muscle in her body taught, she holds her breath; until suddenly all these sensations move rapidly from throughout body and simultaneously explode deep in her cunt. With that and the her last Auuughhh just tapering off, she renews it with yet another deep and loud, “Aaaaugh!... Oh Myyyyyy God!... I’m cum… mmm… ing!” she almost screams as the spasms take over. At the end of each one she relaxes her back down to the couch, only to arch it again and thrust even harder into his mouth as yet another consumes every part of her body. Bill continues to flick his tongue relentlessly across her clit, grasping her thighs tightly with his arms in order to stay with her. Her hands pull at the back of his head, holding him tight to her pussy. Bill just loves this part, where he is in total control of her. He loves to feel her responding to his wiggling tongue and sense the desperate need in her clutching fingers.

“Oh God, Yes!... Oooh, oooohhh, Yes!” She screams, over and over again between spasms, her head rolling back and forth into the cushions of the couch. She squeezes her eyes tightly shut and her face is all contorted in response to the rapture surging throughout her body. “Oooh, yes!... Eat me!... Oh my God!... Yes!... Ooohh, yes!...” she yells over and over again.

As Bill continues to assault her clit with his wagging tongue, the spasms continue, growing stronger and stronger, until suddenly the intensity is just too much for Angel. Releasing her grip on the back of his head, she pulls her hands to his forehead and tries to push him away, begging, “Oooohh, no!... No more!... Too much… I can’t take… anymore!... Please stop!” Gasping a few more times she continues to plead, while Bill has no intention of halting his onslaught. “Please fuck me!... I need your cock!... I need to be fucked!... Please fuck meeee!”

Unable to withstand her pleas any longer, Bill reaches down, grabbing her ankles. He pulls them up onto his shoulders, pulls his head away from her snatch and slowly stands up, pulling her bottom slightly off the couch. Standing there with his hard outstretch dick even with her cunt, he tries to thrust himself into her unsuccessfully. After several missed stabs, Angel frantically grabs for his cock. Finally grasping it she guides it to her need. Bill thrusts with one hard, swift thrust and buries himself to the hilt. Cheers from all over the building, drown out Angel’s relieving gasp of, “Aaaaauuuuughhhh!...” But is soon followed by screams of ecstasy, for all to hear. “Ooooooh, yes!... Fuck me!... Feels soooo good!... Ooooohhhh God, yes!.... aaaahhhh!... oooooohhhh!... Yeah, Bill!... Fuck me!.... Fuck me!... Fuck me!...” 

Bending over, Bill places his hands on the couch just to either side of her shoulders. Laying down on her he continues to thrust into her as hard and as fast as he can. Angel gasps as a new series of spasms begin to take control of her body. Slightly different than the others, for as his cock slams into her pussy, not only is her clitoris hammered, but the head of his cock rides along the roof of her vaginal canal, rubbing against that very special spot that just drives her wild.

With her legs bent back almost to her shoulders and Bill holding himself just slightly above her, he can thrust with deep long strokes, reaching deep almost to the opening to her womb. Thrusting and thrusting he keeps her in a state of orgasm. Although, not as intense as it was when his tongue was attacking across her clitoris, none the less very satisfying for Angel, as proven by her cries of passion. “Ooohhh, yes, Bill!... keep me cumming!... Fuck me, Babe!... Fuck me, harder!... Drive your!... fucking cock!... Drive your… hot… cock… up my cunt!... harder!...” she moans and gasps between spasms.

Bill, always dedicated to giving her as much pleasure as possible, tries to do just that. Summoning as much strength as possible he slams into her even harder and at the same time tries to increase the speed. Angel responds, “Yes!... Yes!... Ooohhh, yeah!... That’s it!... Give it to me!... Fuck me!... Fuck me!... Yes!... Yes!... Oooohhhh God, YESSSS!...” Her last yes is louder than the others as a very intense series of spasms begin to sweep over her anew.




A Hickerman Party Ch. 01



Bill, tries as hard as he can to keep up with her as she thrusts her hips up at the end of each of her contractions. He also feels her pussy tightening around his cock with each one. But now his stamina is failing. He gets her through the orgasm, but as she is finally able to open her eyes he slows down his pace and the strength of his thrusts. Lowering his head he kisses her, driving his tongue deep into her mouth, attempting to send his passion for her via his tongue as he had just been doing with his cock.

Angel grabs his head and returns his kiss with passion of her own, her tongue fighting for possession of his mouth. Kissing deeply and passionately they continue to fuck, if not as wildly as before.

“Jeff, put down your plate and watch these two.” Tonya demands of her husband. “Will you just look at them, fucking like a pair of rabbits.”

“I’ve been watching.” Jeff retorts. “They’re hotter than hell.”

Others that have gathered around to watch, murmur like comments or nod in agreement. Tonya exclaims, “They’re fucking hot alright.” 

Bill just fucks her slowly as they continue to kiss. Angel can feel another orgasm starting to build slowly as the head of his cock continues to drag across that special spot deep inside and as his length rides over her clitoris on each withdrawal. After a few minutes of this, some of Bill’s strength returns. He clutches at her shoulders, pulling her tight to him and with his renewed strength drives his dick in deep and hard with short, quick thrusts. That orgasm that was just beginning to build a moment before, suddenly overwhelms her. Her head jerks to one side. Her eyes clinch tight. She bites her lip and jerks uncontrollably with each shudder. And the crowd goes wild.

After the cheering subsides, Tonya turns to Jeff with a whisper, “We’ve got to get them over to the house some night. I got to have some of that kind of action.”

“Well, the nights young.” Jeff predicts, “We might even get some of that yet tonight.”

“Are you kidding.” She returns skeptically, “They’ll be too tired for anything else.”

“Good, makes our chances of winning the initiation better.” Jeff always tries to look on the bright side of things.

Bill is able to fuck her like this for maybe a minute. Every muscle in his body is taut in an attempt to pull her as close to him as possible and he focuses every effort on moving his hips in and out of her as fast as he possibly can. They are short little jabs, exerted at almost jack hammer speed; but they do the trick, as Angel gasps for breath between each spasm surging through her body. Her head is flailing back and forth and although she moans and screams in rapture, the sounds are totally unintelligible.

Angel shows no sign of coming down from her high. As long as Bill keeps fucking her like this, she knows she will continue to cum. Unfortunately, Bill cannot maintain this intensity of fucking her for all he is worth for very long. After about a minute he begins to tire and returns to the long slow strides of earlier. Again he finds her mouth and although still panting, he kisses her with passion and a lot of tongue. Angel feels the orgasm waning, the seizures cumming further and further apart, until gone altogether and her breathing becomes more relaxed. 

Once she feels more under her own control she adjusts her thrusting to meet his steady, long slow plunges. She returns his kisses with more urgency, driving her tongue into his mouth as well. All the while she feels that wonderful feeling hovering at the base of her spine and deep down in her pussy, just waiting for the next onslaught to bring it to the surface again and take her over the top.

Bill keeps up his own slow methodical pace, controlled and steady. The need to cum only faintly in the background. He enjoys just fucking her and really enjoys hearing her scream her passion when she cums. Slowly one stroke at a time, still kissing her with passion and exchanging tongues, waiting for his strength to return, waiting to make her cum again and again, who knows how many times. They have done this so many times before, not uncommonly for as long as two hours. Sometimes even longer. 

After maybe five minutes this time, Bill’s strength finally returns. Again, as before, he clutches at her shoulders, pulling her tight to him and with his renewed strength drives his dick in deep and hard with short, quick thrusts. For a second time, that orgasm that was just hovering there deep in her pussy, explodes, immediately taking her over the top with no build up at all. She throws her head back hard into the couch as the first spasm rakes her entire body. Her eyes are clinched tight. Biting her lip, her face becomes contorted, while the rest of her body convulses in time with her spasms. 

The mesmerized crowd cheers again, all wondering how long this can go on. Couples are arm in arm. Some men are hanging over their wives, fondling their breasts. Some ladies are stroking their man’s cock. Others are rubbing their own focus of sexuality. But, all are hot from the scene unfolding before them.

With-in a minute, Bill’s strength is sapped again and he returns to his slow, gentile thrusting. He pushes himself up on his arms, holding himself high above her and smiles with that smirk, that let’s her know he is doing all this on purpose, that he is in control and that he might keep her cumming like this all night long.

Very softly, Angel begins to say, “Fuck me, Babe… Come on Babe,… give me that big,… fat,… cock of yours…. Give your cum…. “She continues, softly, while people murmuring in the back of the crowd are asking, What’s she saying? Did I hear that right? Is she saying what I think she’s saying? What’s going on know?

Angel continues a little louder and in a more sultry voice, “Come on Babe. Give me that cock. Spit your fire into me. Give me all your,… hot,… creamy,… cum…. Come on Babe,… fuck your whore…. Fuck me like a common street whore…. Take me…. Satisfy yourself… Give me all that cum.”

The words stimulate Bill, he begins to thrust a little harder, a little deeper, as she continues her pleadings, “That’s it Babe…. Fuck your slut…. Drench this slut’s pussy with cum…. I want, Bill…. I need your cum, honey…. Cum on, fuck me…. Take me…. Take your whore…. Give this hot bitch what she deserves.”

Bill’s thrusting becomes more urgent as he picks up speed, do to her urging. Angel keeps pleading with him using the whore and slut terms and even bitch, over and over again. The words are having their effect. Bill’s cock is harder, his need is peaking. However, with deep self control he puts her urging pleas out of his mind. He regains control of his pace slowing back down again. Still in control he manages to overcome his urgent need to fulfill both hers and his more basic animal instincts.

Once that feeling has past, in spite of Angel’s continued, louder pleas for fulfillment, Bill once again for the third time clutches her by her shoulders, pulling her tight to him and with renewed strength drives his dick deep and hard into her wanting pussy. Again with short, quick thrusts, he brings that orgasm that was just perched, weakly down deep in her hot cunt, back to the surface. Another strong orgasm explodes, immediately taking her over the top as before. She throws her head back hard into the couch as the spasms again rage through her entire body. Her eyes are clinched tight again. Biting her lip, her face becomes contorted, while the rest of her body convulses in time with her spasms, just like the previous two times. Again the crowd is amazed, cheering and clapping with excitement.

After maybe only 30 to 45 seconds he has to rest again. He slows down and then stops completely. Using the same muscles that cause the cum to spit from the end of his cock, he jerks his wand deep inside her. Over and over again. Each time, Angel squeezes her eyes shut even tighter and shacks her head to one side or the other. The first couple of times it feels great to her, like a one spasm orgasm. But soon it becomes too intense, too sensitive, almost irritating. But, he has no remorse. He keeps it up as she continues to thrust her head to the side and bite her lip, each time he does it. Finally, she screams, “Stop!... Too much!... You’re so bad!...” Stopping he smiles down at her and resumes his slow rocking thrusts into her swollen pussy. 

Angel just closes her eyes, enjoying the nice long strokes. As the head of his cock bumps against that magic spot and each long withdrawal rubs across her sensitive clit, she feels those feelings again building deep down inside. She enjoys it for a little while longer, but knows unless she does something to gain control, he can just keep her cumming and cumming time after time.

“Hey, Babe.” She starts off softly again. “You feel good…. I love that big, fat cock of yours…. It fucks me so, soooo good….” Crooning on, softly, “You like fucking my pussy?... You like stuffing if full of your big, hot cock?... You like fucking me?”

Bill nods his head each time, while again those standing around are asking each other what she is saying. They want to know what is happening and staring at the couple they want to know what is going to happen next.

“Come on Babe.” She cajoles him a little louder. “Fuck your baby…. Give it to me…. Give me that big, fucking cock full of cum…. Fill my hot, pussy full of cum…. Fuck your whore…. I’m your slut, Babe…. Give your slut, what she deserves.” 

“Damn she’s hot.” Someone from the crowd shouts. A few others clap or whistle in response. For the first time Angel really becomes aware that so many people are watching. For the moment it is just a passing realization. She’s on a mission now. She’s got only one thing on her mind and that is to get her pussy full of Bill’s cum.

“Oh, yeah! Babe!... Come on!... Fuck me…. Fuck this slut good…. Pretend I’m just a whore…. And fuck!.. This whore!.. hard!... Take me you bastard!... Come on, Fuck me!”

Deep at the root of his cock, almost back deep in his ass, he can feel it starting. He knows he has to stop moving immediately, or it’s all over. But he can’t stop. He slams his cock into her hard and deep. Long deliberate thrusts, coming faster and faster.

“Oh, Yeah!....” Angel squeals, delighted. “That’s what I wanted!... Fuck your bitch!... I’m a bitch in heat!... Give it to me!... Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your whore!... Give me a cunt full of cum!” 

He feels his cock contract and bulge in her pussy. Angel feels the growth and smiling up at him knows the control has changed hands. She knows she has got him right wear she wants him and shortly she’ll be getting all that hot, wonderfully creamy cum that will cool her needs. “That’s it!... It’s mine!... Your fucking whore!... You’re going to fill me with cum!... Yes! Oh yes!... Give it to me, Babe!... Your slut needs a cunt full of cum! ” She continues to entice him, so he won’t attempt to regain his control.

His cock jerks inside her a second time, as he grabs her shoulders and pulls her up tight against him, driving himself into her with a force she hasn’t felt so far today. Pulling back he contracts for a third time, and thrusts deep down inside her. With the fourth contraction, the hot, creamy solution spits from the end of his cock. She can feel it hit against the entrance to her womb. Then she feels a second burst and a hint of the third. After that she just feels his cock pulsing and pumping inside her, filling her with copious quantities of her favorite juices.

The crowd also sensing that he is about to cum, starts shrieking and clapping. Angel can hear them, but Bill is oblivious this time.

Gasping, now with his eyes shut, head thrown back and his face all contorted this time; Bill continues to try to thrust in time with his contractions, cum spilling out and filling her pussy full of that hot cream she wants so desperately. “Augh!... Aaaahhhh!... Ooohhh!... My God!... Ooohhh!... Aaahhh!.... He gasps over and over again, struggling to maintain some kind of rhythm, but he is all out of control. He drives in deep, but can’t pull out. Finally he pulls back some, but can’t drive back in right away. He falls forward on her and is able to jab it in with a series of three quick thrusts, but then has to rest. Again he jabs at her erratically, all the time gasping for breath.

“Oh, God!... Yes!... that’s it!” Angel exclaims, a little orgasm of her own starting to build. “Fuck me!.... Fill me!... cum!... Yes!... Cum inside me!... That’s it!....” and her little orgasm subsides, not able to grow without Bill’s normal and continuous strokes.

“That’s good.” She says, her voice becoming soft again. “Deep breaths. Calm down a little. Long, deep breaths.” She sooths, still feeling his cock pulsing a little down inside her. She also, all of a sudden becomes totally aware of the crowd clapping and cheering around them. For a second she almost panics, then grows red with embarrassment

Bill is still gasping, his head and shoulders are collapsing slowly off to her side, his head now buried into the cushion of the couch. He still tries to thrust now and again, but has very little control. His head is spinning and he feels as though his peripheral vision is coming and going although his eyes are still closed. His orgasm was so powerful, he can hardly breath, panting to try to catch his breath.

Angel’s preoccupation with the crowd is averted now as she realizes Bill is hyperventilating. Her nursing instincts take over. She ignores the crowd and resumes coaching him,. “Come on, long deep breaths…. Deep breaths.” She tries to work her way out from underneath him. His cock rolls out of her first, all glistening and starting to soften a little. As she works her way clear, he rolls onto his side still panting, but not as bad, as she continues with, “Come on Babe. Take deep long breaths. Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah!” he says dreamily. “Just a little light headed.” Picking up his head, he smiles at her, rolling over on his back. His still shiny, semi-rigid cock rolls with him and then flops across his stomach. Another cheer and round clapping goes up from the crowd. With a sheepish grin on his face, Bill sits up and sort of bows. Turning to Angel he says, “I think we were a hit.”

Angel turns red again, but before she can respond, Tonya jumps up and grabs both their arms, saying, “Hit, hell! You two were so fucking hot! And you girl, with all that slutty talk. Well!” Pulling on their arms she drags them up off the couch. Turning to the crowd, she holds an arm from each of them high into the air as if they were champions. And those in the crowd that haven’t started to return to their own seats, clap and whistle and cheer.

Angel now turns crimson and with her free hand tries to stuff her breasts back into her blouse and smooth down her skirt. A knot in her stomach develops as she thinks of all the things she said. She had never, ever talked like that in front of anyone else other than Bill. And then only enough to help him get off. She knew how much that kind of talking turned him on and made his cock swell and cum. But know, she had done it for an audience and hoped no one out there knew her.

Bill turns red as well, his dick just beginning to droop slightly, but he makes no attempt to put it away. His shirt is unbuttoned and his pants are still down around his ankles. Some time during the melee he had lost his sandals. Embarrassed as well by the reaction of the crowd, he also feels proud of their performance. 

As the applause begins to slacken and people turn away, Bill pulls his arm from Tonya, and bends over to retrieve his pants. Angel finishes fixing herself up, while Bill tucks himself in. However, before he can get his still semi-rigid dick back in his pants, Tonya turns to him, grabbing his wand, and scolds, “Oh, don’t put that away. We were just getting acquainted before you two went wild.”

“Well, I think I need a break and our food his probably getting cold.” He protests.

“Screw the food!” she glares and slides down to her knees in front of him. “And nonsense about needing a break. I can have him hard and ready in no time.” Maintaining eye contact and with a wide appreciative smile on her face, she kisses the end of his cock, letting the head slide slightly between her lips. She drools a little bit on it and rising back up a little wraps it between her huge teats. “See, I told you so.”

Angel in the mean time had completed arranging her clothing and rummaged through her purse. Now she grabs Bill’s drink off the table and turns back toward him and the bouncing boobs around his cock. She hands him another little blue pill and the drink. “I think it’s time we got something to eat.”

Without the slightest hesitation he pops the pill, simultaneously turning towards her and pulling his cock out from between Tonya’s breasts. Tonya almost falls forward on her nose, her mouth a gap. Bill bends over, pulls up his pants, saying, “I think you are so right.” Arranging his own clothes as he walks over to the table, he bends over picking up plates for both Angel and himself.



A Hickerman Party Ch. 02



The Hickerman Party Ch. 02 – The Competitions

Sensual EntAngelments Inspired by Angeleyes

In the Hickerman Party – The Invitation Bill is given an invitation to an orgy. He invites his lover, Angel, to accompany him. At this initial party, they must be initiated to become members. During the first segment, Angel and Bill tour the club facilities and enjoy an exotic and titillating show as well as giving quite a show of their own. 

This segment takes up right after dinner as they still try to determine what they have to do during the initiation. Enjoy!!!

“Great food.” Angel declares as she finishes her last mouth full. 

“Yes, they sure didn’t skimp here.” Bill agrees bending forward and placing his empty plate on the table. Almost immediately, their beautiful bare breasted blonde hostess picks it up, along with all the other used dishes. “In fact it appears old Hickerman hasn’t skimped on anything. It looks like there are almost as many staff members as there are guests.”

“Yeah. This is certainly a first class act.” After a short pause, she suggests, “What do you say, we go give those slots a shot.”

“Okay. Sounds good to me.” Bill agrees, turning to find the hostess standing near by as if she knew that she was going to be needed right then. Taking two twenties out of his wallet, he hands them to her asking, “Could you get us a few rolls of quarters.”

“Right away, sir.” She replies respectively. Then slightly bowing as she takes the money, her large inviting breasts swinging provocatively, she whispers, “Say, if you’re interested… I mean… well ah… I wouldn’t mind getting a little of what you gave your wife before… I mean… That was far out.”

“Well, my dear…. First of all, she’s not my wife, but my lover….”

“Sorry sir. I just saw the rings and assumed….”

“Well, you know what assume means… makes an ass of both you and…. Well, you know what I mean…. Secondly, of what you saw, my cock produced only ten per cent that. The other ninety per cent was her inspiration. You think you could inspire me like that?”

Taken a-back a little and becoming somewhat haughty, she stands up and lifts her breasts slightly saying, “With these, my long blond hair… and… and, well just look at this figure! It sure inspires the boys back at the quad.”

“Exactly – the boys. What I’m talking about is what she does with her pussy and the way she reacts to what I’m doing and the way she gives herself so completely. Something the boys, and girls for that matter, wouldn’t appreciate. Now how about our quarters?”

“Y-Yes, SIR!” She stammers with a sneer in her voice, she turns quickly, displaying a whole lot of attitude and is off.

“What was that all about?” Angel asks.

“Oh, nothing really. Someone too young to know what it’s all about.” Standing up he takes her by the arm and pulls her up to him, hugging her, molding one breast into his hand and kissing her deeply with a lot of tongue. 

Angel slides one hand through his open shirt rubbing it all through the hair on his chest. Her other hand winds through his sandy colored hair on the top of his head, simultaneously pulling his mouth tighter to hers and returning as much passion as she can.

After breaking the kiss, he takes her arm, guiding her away from the table. “Shall we go play?”

“What about the quarters?”

“She’ll find us.”

“Alright, but I’ve got to go the ladies room first.” Angel states.

“Great, I’ll go with you,” Tonya blurts in, “if you don’t mind. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to talk with you, girl.”

“Suit yourself.” Angel says, turning to go find the bathroom.

“Wait, wait!” Tonya jumps running, her breasts bouncing seductively as she chases after Angel.

Once in the bathroom, after relieving themselves and standing in front of the mirror checking their makeup; Tonya finally, broaches the subject of her desire. “You two were just fantastic earlier. I truly believe your performance was one of the most erotic scenes I have ever witnessed.”

“Thank you.” Angel answers casually, fairly sure, she knows where this is leading.

“You are one lucky lady. What was it like?”

Angel smiled at herself in the mirror as she redid the mascara around her eyes, “Oh, I don’t know. Hard to explain, beyond it just felt great.”

“I’ve never seen anyone have so many orgasms in that short amount of time. They looked so very intense. I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm as strong as what you appeared to be enjoying.”

Turning to face her, Angel reveals matter-a-factly; “What can I say. He just turns me on and we enjoy each other very much. Know what is it you really want to ask?”

Surprised by Angel’s bluntness, Tonya takes a breath and presses on as if no question was asked. “What I mean is, well – He was just fucking the hell out of you and you seemed to be responding as if you were having the best orgasm ever.”

“Listen, sweetheart,” Angel becoming a little perturbed by this beating around the bush, when she knew what Tonya was really after. “That was nothing. He’s fucked me like that – alternating between fucking and eating me – for as much as four hours. And believe me, some of those orgasms took me to places I’ve never been before. Tonight’s was wonderful, but not as good as some he has given me in the past.”

“I’ve always dreamed of being fucked like that, but have….”

“And you want to know,” Angel interrupts, trying to get to the chase. “if I’ll let him fuck you like that?”

“Well, ah – well.” Tonya stammers at Angel’s abruptness. “Yeah, I guess. I mean I was as hot as I’ve been in a long, long time, just watching you two. I’ve got to have some of that. I’d give anything to be fucked like that.”

“Well my dear, “speaking a little bit more demurely now that she had gotten to the point. “it’s not really up to me. But, being secret lovers, we can only get together every couple of weeks or so. So, we like to use every moment of time we have together – together. Speaking of which….” Angel turns without finishing her sentence and walks out of the bathroom. 

She quickly finds Bill and without turning to see if Tonya is following, takes his arm and they are off towards the slots. They walk the line of machines along the right side of the hall, towards the back and finally find the quarter machines all the way against the back wall. There are only two vacant machines right next to each other, so they grab those stools. Just as Bill had predicted their bouncy bare breasted hostess arrives at the same moment. She hands Bill his four rolls of quarters and is off in a huff.

“I don’t know what you said to her, but she still isn’t over it.” Angel observes.

Not bothering to acknowledge, Bill hands her two rolls, “Let’s play.” Leaning forward he breaks both rolls into his tray below the machine, picks out three quarters, feeds the machine and pulls the lever; swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. Two bars and a space.

In the mean time Angel has placed one roll in her tray and has carefully peeled off some of the paper in a circular manner part way down and slides out one quarter, feeds the machine and pushes her button; swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling…Cling --- Cling. Three crescents. Angel bounces on her stool with glee as the half dozen or so quarters cling into her tray.

“Should have played three quarters. You would have five or six times as much.”

“Just like you did?” she smiles jokingly.

“Well, you just get greater odds when you bet more, is all I’m saying.”

“I know. I know.” She acknowledges, placing another quarter in. “I just like the playing and with one quarter at a time I can play longer. You know how I like it when I can play longer.” The last of that is said in a low sultry voice as she pushes her button again; swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling…Cling --- Cling. Three bars this time. Angel bounces enthusiastically again on her stool as another dozen or so quarters clink into her tray. “Must be my lucky day or maybe it is just that I’m not greedy.” she laughs.

Bill continues to play his three at a time, winning a few here and there along the way, but in a short time, probably no more than thirty or so pulls of the handle, he depletes his resources. Angel is still playing from her winnings. The unopened roll of quarters and the open one with no more than ten quarters pulled out lay in her tray. It seems to Bill that he heard her joy and that clinking sound of falling quarters about every second or third time she pushed her button.

Climbing down off his stool he slides up behind Angel wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his chin on her shoulder. He kisses her on the cheek, her ear lobe and along that sensitive spot on her neck making her shiver. Then he whispers, “I’m all out of quarters.”

“Yes, I can see that. It’s amazing how much more you win, when you’re playing three at a time.” She chides. “Would you like some of mine?” she asks, pushing her button again; swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling…Cling --- Cling. Winning again only adds insult to injury as she bounces on her stool again with joy.

“No, thanks I’ll just watch and enjoy you.”

“Do you want me to quit and we can go back over to the table. You can help me carry all these winnings.” She continues snidely, rubbing it in.

“No, no. This will be fun for a while.” He replies, continuing to kiss her again on the side of the neck.

His hands find there way up to her breasts and play with them through the soft, silky material of her see through blouse. He rubs the material over her nipples making them swell as he continues to kiss her neck and ear lobes. Angel shivers and with an involuntary impulse cocks her head over to one side in a vain attempt to push him away from her neck. But, despite all the attention she continues to push quarters into the slot and hit her button.

Bill is relentless with his deliberate sexual advances. Dropping one hand from her breast, he reaches down and places it on the inside of her thigh just below the hem of her skirt. Slowly he pulls it up her thigh, circling a little and with each upward curve of those circles his hand gets closer and closer to that warm little nest that they both want his hand to reach.

Angel can feel that telltale tingly feeling building as his sweeping hand continues and his lips nibble at her throat. Although hard to concentrate, she keeps playing her quarters, not winning the way she was earlier. In fact, she has not won anything since he started playing with her, but she does not really care. On the next circle of his hand, he ever so slightly grazes the skin between her legs and the little bit of hair that sparsely surrounds her pubic area. She shivers and wants more. His hand circles again, still just barely grazing the sensual spot. She holds her breath and puts another quarter in the slot. On the third pass of his hand, again just barely touching the spot that needs attention, she just cannot stand it anymore. Grabbing his hand through her skirt she pulls it up into her pussy, leaning her head back, she whispers, “Don’t tease. Play with me. Feel me up good and proper. Come on and finger fuck your little slut.” Simultaneously the swish … swish sound of her last play completes with a swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling…Cling --- Cling. Holding his hand in place tight against her pussy she bounces up and down on her stool, more from the sensations derived from his hand than from the fact that she has won yet again. 

“So,” he coos in her ear, “I guess that means you want me to play with your slot, while you play with that slot.”

“Ummmm. Oh yes, I would babe. Play with your baby’s slot.” She begs. “Get me all hot and bothered.”

Letting go of his hand, Angel continues playing her machine, while Bill works his fingers in and around her moist, warm lips. Finding her clit, he rubs the tender morsel. She rewards him by stiffening into his body. He plays with her as she plays her machine, when she is able. Every once in while the sound of --- bong --- bong --- bong. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling…Cling --- Cling echoes as another bunch of quarters fall into her tray.

“Oh, God. You’re getting me so hot. We may need to go back to the couch. It’s getting harder for me to concentrate on the game.”

“Will you look at you two.” An attractive older woman, with graying hair tied up in a bun, interrupts them. Her see-through blouse shows off a nice pair of teats that still ride pretty high considering her age. “It looks like you two are about to get it on again. You need to save some of that for the initiation.”

Both Angel and Bill turn with a start, since they were both sort of all wrapped up in what they were doing.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. We just all – so admired, your performance earlier.” Turning to Angel, she continues, “Now sweetie – not tonight, necessarily – but in the future you are just going to have to share this guy. You can’t keep him all bottled up for yourself you know.” As she said this, she takes Bill’s arm and rubs her hand across his bare chest a little. “Of course there will be a lot guys who will want to get their hands – hell, hands nothing – they’ll be wanting to get their dicks all over you to experience what makes Bill here, such a wild man.”

“Well…. Well, now,” Angel stammers slightly, taken back a little. Finding herself and continues with surprising self-confidence, “I don't know about him - but the thing that makes me so hot - is him. He brings it all out of me, all my inhibitions are gone and he just makes me a wanton creature. I don't know if any other guy could do that for me and I would hope that no other woman could bring it out in him either. But it might be an interesting challenge for us some day."

Letting go of Bill she leans forward and gives Angel a little hug and a motherly kiss on the cheek, saying, “Well, let’s hope that challenge is real soon. Now good luck tonight Angel. We’ll all be rooting for you and we’ll all be jealous as hell.” Turning to Bill, but instead of a kiss on the cheek she gives him her full lips and a lot of tongue deep into his mouth. Her hand drops between his legs squeezing and rubbing. “Good luck you two.” She wishes them as she saunters off, then adds, “Oh - by the way, I’m Nancy Hickerman.” 

Angel and Bill watch, stunned, as she walks off. Turning toward each other, they are almost speechless. Finally, Bill is able to mutter. “No wonder Mr. Hickerman has these parties.”

“Yeah, she is preserved well.” Angel nods in awe, still watching Ms Hickerman as she hob-knobs with her other guests.

“Yes – she sure is.” Bill replies almost in a whisper.

“How did you like my answer?” Not waiting for him to reply she continues, “The thing is that it isn't made up, it's completely true. You do bring out the wantonness in me - like nobody has ever done before.”

“Yes – you are my lascivious little bitch – aren’t you?” Bill answers with a grin.

“Well, I certainly hope so.” She answers, feeling very smug.

“You certainly are or at least I think so.” Then breaking the spell he asks, “Well, are we done with the slots.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I thought things were just warming up nicely.” She says, again in that sultry voice, her head held down and her eyes flashing as she looks up into his.”

“Well, then how about we make it really interesting?”

“I don’t know. What do you have in mind?”

Without explaining, he unfastens his pants, letting his erection free and steps up on the stool so he is sitting with his back to the machines. “Why don’t you climb on up here and fill slots from your roll of quarters, while I fill your slot with something the size of a roll of quarters?”

“Ummm, sounds like fun, but – well, I’m not sure.” She says acting a little coy and batting her eye lashes a little. “I’m not all that sure how becoming that might be.” She teases.

“Look around, we won’t be the only ones.” He says pointing here and there. The couple at the nearest table is sprawled out on their couch naked, necking and playing with each other. Down a few machines toward the stage, a woman squats on her knees in front of her partner, sucking his cock while he plays the slots. A few tables away, what appears to be one of the young hostesses, kneeling on and facing the rear of a couch, sucks on a huge, fat cock while another guy takes her from the rear. Almost everywhere they look someone is feeling or playing with someone else.

Angel looks back and forth a couple of times and then acting shyly, just to add to the fun, slowly cozies up next to him. Taking his member in her hand, she squeezes it, while keeping her eyes fixed on Bill’s. Slowly she bends over, still maintaining eye contact and slowly takes his cock into her mouth. She sucks it all the way in and lets it back out a couple of times, until she lets it slip from her lips. Keeping it in her hand like the pommel of a saddle, she puts one foot up on the first rung of the stool and pulls herself up onto his lap as if mounting a horse. Rising high enough she pulls her skirt up slightly and works herself forward until she is just hovering over the pulsing, throbbing head. Slowly she lowers herself, letting the head just ease into her pussy. Slowly she descends, closing her eyes and just enjoying the sensation of being filled one little millimeter at a time. She continues the decent until she is resting pubic hair to pubic hair, completely filled with his tool. 

Holding on to his shoulders she leans back and just grinds her pubic mound into his. It just feels wonderful to be this wanton in front of all these people. Bill tries to push as much of his cock up into her pussy as he can. They just wiggle like that for a while, until Angel pulls herself back up close to his body. She kisses him passionately with a full mouth and a lot of tongue for a few seconds, then hugging him; she kisses along his neck, whispering between pecks, “Your roll feels a lot bigger than a roll of quarters in there. Just like always you fill me up so completely – so deep down in my pussy, where no other man has been.”

“Ummm – maybe with all these huge dicks walking around here we can find one to rectify that problem.”

“Stop it!” She cries out, slapping his back lightly and bites his neck. “I mean it. I just love the way you fuck me. Your cock just feels so good inside me. No one has ever thrilled me the way you do. I’ve never cum so hard or as often as I do with you.”

Bill enjoyed the praise, but knew also that it was she and the way that she reacted to his fucking that got them both so high and kept him inspired to fuck her the way he did. “No other woman I’ve ever been with reacts the way you do, to me fucking her. The way you beg and have orgasm after orgasm just inspires me. I think we just feed off each others passion.”

“Maybe, but it is definitely the way you fuck me that gets me going in the first place. Just like know, I know it wouldn’t take much to get me off, even after what we have already been through tonight.”

“Well, with that in mind, why don’t you start playing your machine again? I think if you win some more and bounce around on my dick the same way you were bouncing around on the stool earlier, when you were winning, you’ll be cumming in no time at all.”




A Hickerman Party Ch. 02



Bill holds her tight, while she reaches under his arm to remove a quarter from her tray and places it in the slot. Pushing her button, she gets that familiar sound; swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. 

“Darn, I was hoping for a really big pay off, so I could get all that money and an orgasm too.”

“Well, don’t just sit there.” Bill chides. “Put another quarter in. The way you have been winning it shouldn’t take too long.”

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. “Damn”

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. “Can’t believe I’m not getting a match. By the way, what did you think of Ms. Hickerman’s offer.”

“Offer? Was that an offer or a threat?”

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. “Damn. Well, she is a good-looking lady. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t like to fuck that. I know you are just dieing to get your hands on a nice pair of boobs like she’s got.”

“Well, she is a little older than us. I’d feel like I was fucking my mother or my older sister. Besides, would she react the way you do when I suck on your teats?”

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. “I don’t know, but if we are going to keep coming to these parties, I think we’re going to have to share our talents.”

“I don’t know why, not that I really have an aversion to doing so. It’s just that we don’t get to enjoy each other as much as I would like, as it is.”

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve put this many quarters in tonight, without at least getting back a couple. Well, if we did share ourselves with others, just think how much we would enjoy each other after we got back together.”

“Yeah, unless you found someone that could get you off better than I can.”

“Well, I doubt that could happen. But you might find someone who has a tighter pussy or has large boobs that are just as sensitive as mine or is more orgasmic.”

“Yeah, but what if they don’t? What a waste of time. Besides, no one is going to let me fuck them and enjoy being fucked for hours like you do. And aren’t you worried about disease? Bill argued.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. “Sure I am. But looking around I don’t see anyone using condoms.”

“Exactly my point.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” The MC breaks in over the gentle strains of Santo and Johnny. “It is only ten minutes to the start of the competitions. We think we have a really juicy surprise for you tonight. So, will the pre-designated contestants please come forward so we can get this started on schedule.”

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling…Cling --- Cling. “Uh… uhh… uhh… uh.” She starts hooting and bouncing around on his dick. It felt great to Bill – delicious and tingly to Angel, who kept bouncing even after the quarters stopped clanging into the tray. “Oh, God! This feels good. I don’t think I’ve ever bounced down on your cock quite like this before.”

“Will you look at those two? They’re at it again.” One woman says to another as they walk by.

“Yeah, she sure is one lucky bitch.” The other returns. “Bob is good for one quick cum and he is just about through for the night.”

“I hear you girl. Harold’s not a whole lot better. I guess that’s why we keep coming to these things.”

As Angel drops another quarter in the slot and pushes the button, she can feel Bill's hard massive cock deep inside her. As the lights and chimes go off, indicating her to be a winner...again...she bounces up and down on Bill's lap. She feels his cock as it rubs against that ever-so-elusive g-spot deep inside her. With each down stroke, she feels an involuntary shudder go thru her, sending wave after wave of tingles thru her body as she feels an orgasm starting to release and come to the surface. She tries to continue placing quarters in the slots but is having a hard time concentrating on what is going on behind Bill, instead preferring to concentrate on what is happening deep inside her pussy.

She continues to bounce, using the rungs of the stool to rise up and then just letting herself fall down on his hard cock. Every time she drops, it seems like it drives his pecker in just a little deeper. Moreover, that old familiar feeling is already beginning to build deep, down in that spot between her pussy and her ass. 

Reaching behind him and still trying to keep the bouncing motion going she grabs several more quarters. Placing one in, she pushes the button; swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong. Disappointed, she just leans back, holding onto Bill’s shoulders so she will not fall backwards. She bounces and bounces, just letting the building, warm feelings flow over her body. This is really feeling good.

Bill opens her blouse with one hand as she bounces, while his other arm wraps about her waist to provide support, he reaches inside to mold one her of breasts in his hand. He squeezes and massages it as she moans. Taking a finger and thumb, he lightly twists the hardening little nipple. She jerks forward into his arms in response. Dipping his head just enough to catch the little turned up morsel in his mouth, he sucks that nipple in. Grabbing at her back and pulling her tighter, he sucks more and more of her teat into his mouth, while letting his tongue wiggle back and forth across its swollen nipple.

Angel squeals with delight. Taking three quarters still in her hand, she reaches out and puts them in the machine together and pushes the button; swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.. swish.. swish... swish... swish.... swish.... swish -- swish --- swish --- bong --- bong --- bong.  Three cherries. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… She immediately begins bouncing with more enthusiasm. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… She’s loving it, winning and fucking all at the same time. Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling … The combination of falling quarters, bouncing on this nice fat cock and the suckling on her breast really began to get to her. Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling… Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Up and down, she bounces almost in time with the money hitting the tray… Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling … until it finally washes over her. She clutches hard to him, her eyes closed tight, unable to bounce any longer, while the sound of the falling money disappears into a fog of her orgasm. Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling … Cling, Cling, Cling, Cling… Cling…Cling --- Cling.

Bill sensing her orgasm begins to thrust up into her as best as he can. He feels her clutching to him and feels the spasms in her pussy pulling and squeezing around his cock.

He also listens to her moaning and begging, “Oh God!... Yes!... Oh, yes!... Fuck me Bill…. Fuck me!…. Fuck me!!…. FUCK ME!!!” Her words provide Bill with a tremendous sense of satisfaction.

He feels even more satisfaction when he overhears a couple going by hand in hand, her teats bouncing freely and his limp dick swinging back and forth. She says, “Don’t those two ever stop?”

“They’ll have nothing left for the initiation at this rate.” He adds.

Bill continues to pull her tight to his chest and makes every attempt to lunge up into her pussy. However, now that she is clutching to him and no longer bouncing, there is little he can do to keep her orgasm going. Soon she regains control of her breathing and just holds on to him desperately. Realizing there is little he can do to keep it alive; she pulls back a little, whispering in his ear, “Wow babe. That was wonderful. Just sit still awhile, while I calm down.” After a little pause she continues, “I never thought I could get so hot, fucking in front of other people like this. I’m ready to go back over to the couch and let – no, beg you to fuck me for the rest of the night. You know, one of those four hour, fucking and eating sessions that you give me every now and then. I bet they’d really talk then.”

“I’m not sure I’m up for that.”

“You feel pretty up to me. Up deep inside of me…with that lovely, hard…fat, cock of yours.” She pays tribute.

“And maybe you are ready for couple of other guys to join in? That is one of your fantasies isn’t it?

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Yeah, maybe? Maybe it is your fantasy or maybe you are ready?” He explores.

“Yeah, maybe.” She says again, leaning back and smirking.

“That’s no answer.” 

“Exactly.” She returns, rising up off his rigid member and steps down. As she does so she grabs hold of him, squeezing gently, then continues, “Help me pick-up these…. Will you look at all these quarters! You were right. Three quarters are better than one.”

“Yeah, just rub it in.” He said sarcastically, getting down off his perch and grabbing a bucket off the drink table between the machines.

“No, no. I mean it. Just before I started cumming I had three quarters left in my hand and played them just to get rid of them before I came.” She bent over and started scooping them out and into the bucket.

Just at this moment, the music stops abruptly. The announcer that had appeared earlier in a tuxedo with a hole for his dick to hang out, reappears with four naked ladies, all arm in arm, two on each side of him. Holding a wireless microphone that looks more like a dildo than a mic, he announces, “Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your couches. Get comfortable, for the competitions are about to begin!

After the applause and whistles diminish he continues, “On my far right is Marlene. Will you look at those big, beautiful, luscious teats.” She struts forward, lifting them up to the crowd and returns with a bow. “Next to her is lovely Patricia. Doesn’t she have a nice, hot looking snatch.” She crosses one leg over the other, making her naked pussy disappear for a moment, bending in more of a curtsey than a bow. “And here on my left is the gorgeous Taneka, what a lovely, sensuous ebony lady.” She raises her hands over her head, circling several times in place, ending with a deep bow that mops the floor with her long shining black hair. “And last but not least is the vivacious Rita, what a beautiful licentious Senorita.” She mocks a shy, blushing dip of her head with a finger to her cheek, whirls around once and bows. The hoots and holler break out anew, but soon transpire as the announcer raises his hands for quiet.

“Tonight these beautiful young ladies are going to compete to see who can procure the most cum via fellation.” As he speaks, four sets of steps are wheeled up in front of the stage by four of the young hostesses. “Gentlemen we need some volunteer donors, please line up here at the bottom of these stairs and in turn each lady will take you on to suck as much cum out of your hot little cocks as they can. 

“To give every girl an equal chance, gentlemen we ask that you only come forward if you have not already cum tonight. We’ll have one of our lovely hostesses stationed at each set of steps to insure you are sufficiently aroused before you climb the steps to get sucked off by one of our very sensuous competitors.

“Now ladies you will have fourty-five minutes from the time I say, ‘Commence sucking.’ You are not competing to see how many men you can get off before the time is finished, but to see how much semen you can obtain. After each ejaculation, which you must take in the mouth, you will spit what you have not accidentally taken down your throats into one of these clear glasses. We will measure them at the end of the half hour and declare a winner. The winner will receive any sexual desire that we are feasibly able to deliver to her this evening.

“Gentlemen, the only thing we ask of you, is that, you do not hold onto the head or shoulders of the lovely lady kneeling before you or in no way force your cock any further down their throats then they want to take you.”

Patricia folds her arms across her breasts and quickly puts on a pouting face as she listens to this announcement. The announcer seeing this turns toward her, saying, “Patricia, you look disappointed about what I just said.” Sounding like Bob Barker he continues, “Do you have a problem with this?”

Turning the dildo shaped mike in her direction, she responds very softly, almost in a little girls voice, “Well, I just think if the guy can get off faster by grabbing my hair and forcing me down on him, then that’s to my advantage.”

“Well that is very interesting tactic my dear. So, you heard her guys. You do what ever it requires to get yourself off, with Ms Patricia.” Turning to the other girls, he asks, “Marlene, how do you feel about this?”

“Just bring it on! I can take anything these guys can through out!” She shouts, jumping up and down, her breasts bouncing intoxicatingly.

“And Ms Teneka?”

“Come on and fuck my face!” again throwing her arms over her head and whirling around.

“Alright then. And Ms Rita how do you feel about it?”

“Hey, I’m game. What ever knocks his socks off. I can handle it.”

“Well, you heard the ladies, gentlemen. No holds barred. However, please be courteous and respectful if you feel or notice any discomfort or resistance coming from the ladies. We don’t want anyone hurt or upset.

“Then with that said and without any further ado, ladies please kneel on your pillows and gentlemen quickly line-up at the base of the steps.”

By this time, Bill and Angel are just arriving back at their seats.

“Where have you two been?” Tonya inquired.

“Oh, we’ve just been screwing around at the slot machines.” Bill answers as both he and Angel have a good laugh. He plops their bucket full of quarters down on the table and they curl up in each other’s arms on the couch. Angel wastes no time at all, quickly undoing Bill’s pants and takes his cock into her hand. Bill reaches over, working his hand under her blouse, and begins playing with her breasts.

“Don’t you two ever stop?” Tonya says more in a statement of jealousy than a question.

“When you’re lovers…” Angel starts.

“…you’ve got to make the best of every minute you’re together.” Bill finishes.

“Hostesses! Are the first men ready?” The master of ceremonies bellows into the dildo mic.

The hostesses all retort with a resounding “Yes, sir.” Each one with a hand around a man’s cock, guides their man up the stairs and positions him in front of one of the four kneeling competitors. All of them turn sideways to the front of the stage in order to give the audience a good view.

“Ladies! Wrap your hands around the cock in front of you. On the count of three, take that cock into your mouth and commence sucking.” Patricia, remembering what he said earlier, immediately takes her man down her throat. “Good luck ladies and may the best god damn cock sucking bitch win.” After a short pause to let all the hooting and clapping from the crowd calm down, he continues, “One!... Two!... Three!... Begin sucking those cocks ladies. Hostesses!... Prepare the next man.”

All the remaining ladies, immediately take the cocks into their mouths, slurping and sucking, their heads bobbing frantically and their hands stroking the base of the cocks below their lips like race car pistons. All the hostesses take the next suckee in hand. Two bend over and lick the cock they were handling. Another, pulls her man’s head down to her breast, while she plays with him. The fourth is all up against her man, kissing his ear and neck, rubbing her teats into his arms and chest.

There is a lot to watch, but Angel has other things on her mind. Bending towards her hand that holds Bill’s hard dick, she soon has the whole thing down her throat as well. She slurps and sucks as the master of ceremonies moves from one couple to the next. He places the mic down where the slurping sounds originate to broadcast the voracious cock sucking for all to hear.

Unfortunately, for Angel, but especially for Bill; Jim and his wife walk up. “Well, aren’t you two the hit of the evening. I’ve been getting all kinds of glade hand shaking and pats of the back for recommending you two to our little organization. I hate to break things up, but there are a couple of things, as your sponsor, that I have to talk to you about.”

“Oh, God!... Yes! Suck it baby!... I’m ready!... Don’t stop now!... Auuugh!... Ooooh, yeah!... There it is!... Oh, yeah!...” the voice floods over the pa system as Patricia is the first to get her man off and the MC is able to capture the moment with his mic. Everyone hoots, hollers, and claps. Jim and his wife included.

Angel lets go of her prize, disappointed, but willing to hear what Jim has for them, especially after she sees their attire. Angel and Bill move over and let the couple sit down with them. Jim introduces his wife, Ann, a longhaired brunette. They are obviously into sports beyond the normal exchanging of partners and group sex. Ann wears a black Patton leather bra with small holes cut out to expose her nipples, a matching thong that has thin straps that wrap up around her belly and back attaching it to the bra, a pair of shiny four inch high stiletto heels, a black garter belt and mesh stockings. Across her eyes, she wears a mask of similar material and her reddened half-inch thick nipples are pierced, supporting two one-inch silver rings. 

Jim wears a pair of slacks, likewise made of Patton leather, with a large round oval cut out to expose his instrument, although it is bound in a leather sleeve that exposes only the last two inches of his cock. A leather bag holds his balls and ties around the base of his cock as well. A leather vest and mask complete his ensemble.

Bill, introduces Angel, but Ann interrupts with, “No need to introduce her, Bill. Angel is the talk of the whole party. In fact you both are. We heard about you two a couple of hours ago down in the dungeon. Maybe after the initiation,” she bows her head seductively, “you two would care to join us down there.” Reaching over she strokes both Angel’s and Bill’s thighs provocatively. “I’m sure we could show you a good time.”

“Well, we’ll see.” Bill said tentatively, “We’ve never really been into anything like that.”

“But it might be interesting – you know – just to get a tour.” Angel responds, surprising Bill.

“That’s the spirit, girl.” Ann compliments Angel, patting her thigh a little higher this time. As she withdraws her hand from Angel, she reaches over to Bill’s crotch. Reaching down she grabs his balls lightly. “Wouldn’t you love to have these all strung up in a nice, warm leather pouch.” She coos, smiling up into his face and seductively licking her lips, adding, “And I can see why Angel gets so wild and crazy.” 

“Anyway,” Jim quickly interjects, “there are a couple of matters we need to go over before the initiations. First of all, how do you like what you have seen so far? I guess I don’t really have to ask that question. It sounds like you two have been having a pretty good time of it, but have you had a chance to look around and do you like what you have seen?”

“Oh, yeah.” Bill exclaims without hesitation. “Mr. Hickerman has spared no expense to put on a real first class performance.”




A Hickerman Party Ch. 02



“You’ve got that right, although as I told you before all future parties you attend are $200 a couple.” 

“Oh my gosh!” Angel exclaims pulling her hands to her mouth.

“Yeah, that’s a lot, but for us anyway…” he glances towards Ann, “it has been more than worth it. However, even with that amount of contributions, I’m sure Hickerman contributes much more. These kinds of decorations and slot machines, etc., don’t come cheap.”

“No, I don’t imagine so.” Bill acknowledges.

“Slurp… slurp… ummm… ummm… slurp…” continues over the PA system as the MC moves from one contestant to another, placing the mic right down where the action is. From the background very softly they can all hear, “Auuugh!... Oh, yeah!...” Then very loudly as the MC turns around, shoving the mic into the face of the man being sucked off by Rita, “Ooooh!... Hell, yeah!... Augh… Aaauuugh…”

All heads from the group swivel to watch as the man thrusts his cock down her throat, her head in his hands. After about five or six more thrusts, Rita wrenches herself free from his grasp, grabs her glass, spits the spunk into it, rises to her feet and with her arms above her head spins around a few times in a victory dance, singing, “Bring on the next one!”

The hostess pulls the next fellow in line up the stairs and into position. Rita is on her knees immediately, frantically sucking him down. Bill turns back to Jim and asks, “Where do all these young kids come from. The hostesses and others that seem to be – I don’t know – I guess you would call them a staff? Are they members also, or what?”

“Well, most of them are members’ kids and their kids’ friends – mostly college students. I think most of them work just for tips and the fun.” Jim explains.

“Well, I’ve got a tip for ours.” Bill nudges Angel with his elbow and she snickers.

“Must be an inside joke.” Jim perceives.

“Yeah, kind of.” Bill acknowledges. “What about the floor show earlier and these girls up here. Is this hired entertainment or put on by members?”

“Well, these girls here are all members. Any time we have competitions it is always between members. Marlene is Mr. Browning’s wife, from Browning Tool and Die. Then Pat Gibbs, well she is Mr. Hickerman’s travel secretary. So, I’ve been told. 

“We’ve met Nancy.” Angel breaks in. “How does that work out?”

“I’ve never seen Pat with him or with anyone else for that matter. I mean she fucks around as much as anyone else, but I’ve never seen her here with someone as a date or anything. So maybe Ms. Hickerman doesn’t know any thing about her. Or, maybe she does. In either case, it is kind of an unwritten rule that members don’t talk or gossip about one another’s – what do you want to call it – carnal habits, for better of more exact description. 

“Anyway, Taneka – I don’t know anything about her. We have several black couples. There’s the Herberts.” He points across the room at a couple lounging together and watching the show a couple of tables away. “And the Warrens, over there. Let’s see – the Jeffersons – yes, I know.” He put up his hand to hold back the obvious comment. “Anyway, I don’t see them. But, Taneka – I don’t even know her last name – I’ve never seen her with anyone that you could call her partner or significant other.”

The slurping and the appreciative moaning continues over the PA as the MC goes from couple to couple sucking up all the lascivious sounds.

“And then there is Rita Garza. You know that woman is one hot tamale. Excuse the pun. They talked about her the first night she was here, like they are talking about you and Angel. She’s Ted Garza’s wife. He owns all the Auto Ones.

“As far as the earlier show, Hickerman’s daughter runs a casting agency in downtown. She puts all that together. This is really a family affair” He laughed at his own pun. “So, what else do you want to know?”

Before anyone could answer, the MC is holding the mic in the face of another guy erupting into the mouth of Taneka. “Aaaahhhh, yes, girl!.... Augh!... Augh!... Augh!...” he keeps moaning, until Taneka pulls off and empties her mouth into her glass.

As soon as Taneka is down on her next victim, Angel turns asking, “What about disease?”

“Good question and that is one of things you must agree to, if you plan to get initiated and come to anymore parties. All members must give blood and urine samples on the Monday before the next party and promise to abstain from any recreational sex until the night of the party. So we feel 99.9% safe.”

“Yeah, but what about the initiates – we haven’t taken any tests.” Angel argues.

“No?” Jim comes right back with a knowing smile on his face. “Bill, didn’t you get called in to give blood and urine samples earlier this week?”

“Yeah, but that was for some new life insurance policy the company is getting for all of us.” Bill argues.

“Yeah, that is what you thought. And Angel did you give any samples this week?”

“Well, yes, but that was a random drug check. They do that all the time.”

“Do they usually take blood for a drug test?”

“No – but they told me they had a new test.” Angel returns, her forehead all furrowed in consternation. 

“Hickerman has his ways and means to make everything work out. It’s really surprising sometimes.” Jim concedes, smiling that smug smile as if it were all his doing. 

“Well, what if I had decided to bring my wife instead of Angel.” Bill supposes.

“I’ll bet… if you go ask her… if she got tested during the week, she’ll tell you she did.”

“That’s consoling.” Angel breaths a sigh of relief not directed towards anyone in particular. “That has been my greatest concern. That and the idea that the initiation might involve sex with other people I don’t even know.”

“Good, that brings up the next point.” Jim rubs his hands together as a sign of things moving along in the direction he wants them to go. Looking at Bill and then deliberately at Angel, he begins to ask, “So – based on what you have seen and now that we have resolved the question on disease…. Oh – by the way – the initiation will not require you to have sexual intercourse with anyone else.” Again looking at both of them in turn, he 

asks, “Are you two prepared to be initiated?”

“Can you tell us any more about what is involved with the initiation?” Bill asks tentatively.

“Sure. All the initiates will be tied down to a bed and blind folded.” Ann shivers noticeably with anticipation at the thought, attracting everyone’s attention. Jim continues, “Each member of the club will then come by to initiate….”

“But, no sexual intercourse. Right?” Angel tries to confirm.

“I can promise you, that you will not be made to have intercourse against your will. Upon completion of the initiation your hands will be released and you will go into a half hour competition with the other initiates. The competition is different each time, but does not involve interaction with anyone else but your partner.

“Any other questions?” After a long silent pause as Jim looks back and forth at each of them, he asks again, “Are you ready to be initiated?”

Bill looks over at Angel. She looks back, not giving any sign of approval or non-approval. Finally, Bill asks her, “Well, what do you think?”

“What ever you say.” Angel maintains her poker face.

“Well, I’m game, if you are.”

“Good!” She lets out what sounds like a sigh of relief. “Let’s do it.” She smiles, leans over and gives Bill a big wet, passionate kiss.

“Alright, then!” Jim exclaims. After the kiss, he brings out a clipboard and hands it to Bill, saying, “We need both of you to sign this contract. In signing it, you agree not to divulge any information about what goes on here to anyone. That you will not discuss with anyone outside these confines, including members, anything pertaining to the club. That you agree to adhere to the rules attached as a means to maintain good decorum between club members. And that you will submit and pay for blood and urine samples on the Monday prior to the next party you wish to attend. Administrative procedures for this and RSVPing are in the attached rules pamphlet.

Bill signs and quickly passes it on to Angel, who signs as quickly and like Bill, without reading the contract or rules.

Jim and Ann stand up, both reaching to shake hands and congratulate their counterpart. Ann and Angel hug. Angel feels the metal rings cool against her breasts, causing her to shudder a little. Then exchanging partners, Ann throws her arms around Bill’s neck, kissing him full on the lips. Breaking the kiss, she whispers in his ear, “Wouldn’t you like to get me all stretch out on the rack and have your way with me?”

Bill just shakes his head in disbelief.

Jim has Angel in a bear hug as well. Letting loose with one hand he takes the liberty of grabbing one of her breasts and whispered, “Have you ever been tied up and had your body ravaged?”

“As a matter of fact, we have done that a time or two.” Angel confides.

“Then you really do need to come down stairs. We need some new blood down there.” He throws his head back and laughs. “Congratulations on your decision to join us. I hope to get to know you a whole lot better. 

The four ladies keep taking guy after guy. Sucking cock after cock as fast as they can. 

After each guy cums, they spit the spunk into their glass; while the MC continues to walk around between the couples insuring the hall is filled with the sounds of fellatio and men getting off.

Bill and Angel return to their couch and curl up together to watch in the remainder of the show. Angel as always, quickly finds Bill’s cock and commences with a slow, long stroking action, while he finds and plays with her breasts. Angel turns her head to his ear and kisses it, then whispers, “Every inch of my flesh is burning to feel your touch, every part of my very being wants you in every way I can have you. I want to feel you penetrate me in each and every way that you can. I love the way your hands feel against my skin, your mouth against mine, your tongue deep inside me as we kiss like we have never kissed before. I want you to take me in ways that make me feel as though I am the only reason you are alive, the only thing you think about all day and long into the night, the only thing that keeps you breathing and wanting to be alive. When you kiss me… when you touch me… that's how you make me feel. You make me feel as though you are the only thing keeping me alive and that you are the reason for my very being, the reason I continue to exist. I am, because you make me feel so alive when I am with you – so hot that I can barely stand to leave you at the end of our day.”

“Sweetie, I feel the same way. I want you all the time. I need to hear you cumming and begging for more. I love the way you completely give yourself to me. So, I have no choice, I must please you. And the more you are pleased the more satisfied I become.” In saying so, he begins to crawl down her body and sucks in the nipple of her left breast.

She grabs him by the head and rocks him back in forth over her breast, moaning, “Oh God. Yes, Bill. You do please me…. Oh, yes…. Ummmm…. This feels so good. I wish we had weekends together,… ummm, yes… just the two of us, with nothing to worry about and nothing else to think about except how much satisfaction we can bring to ourselves,… how many times you can make me cum when you eat my hot pussy and when you fuck me with your gorgeous hard cock. I want to see how many times you can stroke that cock into me before you cum so hard you do pass out and I am forced to revive you with my kisses and reassuring words. How many times I can make you cum in a weekend and how long I can keep you hard. I would revive your cock with my kisses and my tongue, wanting it hard again as much or more than you do. Wanting to feel it as it forces its' way deep inside me, rubbing against that oh-so-tender spot inside me, that drives me wild and makes me beg you to fuck me harder and deeper. That's what I want more than anything, you fucking me in a way that makes me beg for more.”

Letting go of her breast, Bill looks up at her and smiles, saying, “I think I can provide a little of what you need.” as he sticks out his tongue and wiggles it. With it still wiggling, he bends down and touches it to her hard nipple. Angel moans, her entire body tensing up immediately and she grabs for his head, but he ducks, dragging his tongue down along her belly. He hesitates at her belly button and pulls up her skirt. Then ducking below it, he sinks his tongue immediately between the swollen lips of her pussy. Wiggling it, he quickly finds her clit.

As soon as his tongue touches her hard little love bud, the electric shock caused by the contact, shoots through her whole body. She arches her back and thrusts her cunt hard into his face. Her eyelids close tightly over her eyes and her face contorts sharply in response to the impulses shooting through her body, while from deep in her throat she lets out a deep moan of satisfaction.

Moving to kneel between her legs, Bill wraps his arms under her thighs and around her hips as his hands dance lightly on her belly, providing additional sensual stimulation. Angel rests her thighs on his shoulders, throwing her legs over his back and crossing them at the ankles. She digs her heels into his back trying to draw him even tighter into her undulating pussy. She is in heat, the climax already welling up inside her. Her hands rub through his hair on the back of his head and they try desperately to pull him even closer. Every muscle in her body and every thought in her mind are concentrating on one and only one thing, getting as much pressure as she can on her throbbing clit. She is literally fucking his face, thrusting her hips two or three inches off the couch at an ever-increasing pace.

The MC keeps the microphone down close to where the action is, continuing to pick up and broadcast the slurping sounds and soft moanings of women, hot to please these men. In the background, one can hear the subject of one of the ladies manipulations, moaning and encouraging her on, “Suck it baby. You give such good head. I’m almost there. That’s it!... That’s it!... Suck it, baby!... Faster!... Harder!... Come on!... Faster!... Oh, yes!... Faster…. Almost… Yes!...Auuuuuuugh!... Oh, Yeeeeah!... Oh, God!... Yes… Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh yeah!”

Bill feels her desperation and knows her climax is very close. He loves it when she is like this, knowing that her every thought is on his tongue and getting off. For him this is just as satisfying as climaxing himself and certainly much more gratifying. 

He holds on tight to stay with her undulations, his tongue thrusting and wiggling all over her clit as fast as he can make it move. He twists his head back and forth and in a circular motion, pressing it as hard as he can into her pussy.

Angel is right on the edge of her climax. It is almost there, but not quite. She thrusts and thrusts into his face, trying desperately to pull him tighter and thrust even faster. 

Bill feels her frustration and releases one arm from around her hip. Pulling his hand underneath, he works it up under his chin and slides two fingers into her dripping pussy. He turns his hand so the pads on his fingers are facing up, allowing him to drag them along the roof of her vagina. He thrusts them in and drags them out again, trying to find that spot that will trigger her orgasm.

The mic is thrust into the face of yet another man about to cum on the stage. “Suck it bitch!... Come on whore… Suck my cock… Suck it!... Suck it!... Suck it!... Oh, yes!... I’m cum…cum… Cumming!... Oh, baby, yeah…. Oh! YEAAAAAAH!... Oh, yeah!... Oh, yeah!... oh, yeah….”

The combination of his lustful tongue, her thrusting, his fingers up her pussy and the sounds of sex from the stage finally gets Angel over the top and she screams her own response to an incredible orgasm, “Oooh!... Oooh!... Ooooh! My God!...” she moans her delight as the first waves of an intense orgasm wash over her body. The spasms rock her, from deep inside her pussy all the way out to the very tips of her toes and fingers. Her head rocks from side to side with each spasm. She thrusts with such intensity into his mouth that she brings her hips and his face a good half foot into the air.

Bill quickly pulls his fingers free and desperately grasps around her hips again trying to hang with her. His tongue wiggles relentlessly back and forth across her clitoris. The sensations are so intense that Angel can only moan and gasp in inaudible sounds of bliss. Her fingers clasp and unclasp in his hair with each spasm. When clasped she pulls his head even tighter into her pussy, relishing in the pure pleasure of one spasm after the other.

Bill is in his element, feeling almost as much satisfaction from her reaction to his manipulations as he would if their roles were reversed. He licks and licks as fast and with as much force as he can, stopping every so often to suck the little nub in between his lips, rolling it back and forth. His only desire now is to keep her orgasm going as long as he can, to get her off to points that she has never been before, asking himself, How can I make her orgasm even more powerful, more powerful than it has ever been before. How can I send her to some nirvana that is indescribable? 

He has brought her to this plateau before and knows that soon the intensity will be so extreme, she will no longer be able to stand it. In the past, she has always asked him, begged him, to stop and fuck her. Tonight he wants to take her to yet another level, hopefully somewhere she has never been before.

Angel continues to respond, gasping and moaning, her back still arched off the couch. Each spasm is as strong as the last, ripping through her body causing her to flip her head to the other side of her body and thrust her hips into his mouth. Other than that, she has no control over any other part of her body. She tries to use her thighs and heels to pull him in even tighter, but they do not respond to her call. My, God… I can’t stand much more. She thinks between spasms. I know he wants me to go further… I just don’t think I can…I need his cock… I want his cock now… Oh, God…I want him to fuck me. 

Suddenly, the spasms are cumming quicker, short intense almost like electric like shocks, causing her to gasp with each one. Her pussy and sphincter muscles contract almost painfully and her nipples swell until they hurt. Her whole body tingles, but nothing like the area around her clit, which feels like it is almost on fire. My, God…What’s happening…Stop… Oh, God…Stop…Stop… She screams inside, trying to make her thoughts audible, but she just cannot seem to turn her screams into understandable words.

Physically, however, she can express her desire for him to stop. She squeezes her thighs around his head and rocks her body back and forth trying to dislodge him. Her hands are still clenching and unclenching in rhythm with the new rapid spasms, but instead of pulling him tighter into her pussy, she tries desperately to push him away. Finally the spasms relax slightly, although the tingling is just as intense, but now she is able to replace some of her gasps with intelligible, albeit cryptic, words; “Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Stop!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Please!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Stop!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Fuck!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Fuck!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Need!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Cock!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!... Fuck!... Oooh!... Oooh!...” 

Now that her gasping has become a little louder, some of the members from the surrounding tables are taking notice; many stand and begin to gather around. 

Determined to reach his goal, Bill grasps her thighs even tighter, fighting against her attempts to dislodge him. His tongue wiggles and wiggles across her clit as she bucks against him. Her body twitches as if in a seizure as she pounds his shoulders and head with her fists. Then throwing her arms behind her, over her head, she grasps the material of the couch and attempts to pull herself free, while at the same time using her feet to push off his back and shoulders. 




A Hickerman Party Ch. 03



The Hickerman Party – The Initiation

Sensual EntAngelments Inspired by Angeleyes

In the Hickerman Party – The Invitation  Bill is given an invitation to an orgy. He invites his lover, Angel, to accompany him. At this initial party, they must be initiated to become members. During the first segment, Angel and Bill tour the club facilities and enjoy an exotic and titillating show as well as giving quite a show of their own. 

In the Hickerman Party – The Competition both Angel and Bill enjoy the erotic competitions between the other members, while they try to determine what they have to do during the initiation. In between times, they provide even more entertainment for the members adding to their growing erotic reputation.

Finally, in this segment you will learn along with Angel and Bill what the initiation entails. Enjoy!!!

Without hesitation, Teneka, the winner of the fellatio contest, steps forward and points into the audience just to the right of the stage, saying, “Right after the initiation, I want our two new sweethearts – ahhh, it’s Phil or something like that and Angel, isn’t it? – to make love to me, right up here on the stage.”

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, you heard it. Our two newest initiates, assuming they accept and pass initiation – after steeling the show twice already this evening – they are being asked for an encore exhibition of their carnal talents. 

Bill and Angel turn to each other and just stare, mouths a gap. The whole audience stands up and applauds. Tonya and Jeff stand up joining the crowd and slapping the stunned couple on the back in congratulations.

“Well, initiates!” The MC continues, as four double beds are wheeled out onto the stage. “It is five to eleven, and as you know, you are all scheduled up here for your initiation at eleven. So get those clothes off and get your asses up her. 

Still taken back by Teneka’s announcement, Angel says, “What are we going to do about this?”

“Just go up and get initiated, I guess.” Bill responds nonchalantly.

“Not the initiation.” She slaps him on the arm, then lowers her voice, continuing, “I’m talking about having to make it with that cock sucking bitch up there. I don’t want to be having sex with another woman.”

“We have two choices or I guess three.” He responds, pauses, looking up at the ceiling as if there might be an answer up there, although he was just trying to avoid Angel’s eyes. “We can leave right now.”

“You, know I don’t want to do that.” She interrupts, starting to take off her unbuttoned blouse.

“Then we can just go along with it and see what happens.”

“I don’t want to do that either.” She protests unfastening her skirt and letting fall to the floor.

“I know. I know. And neither do I. But, you said yourself we were going to have to share ourselves a little if we planned to join and come back again.”

“Yeah, but I was expecting to share myself with another man, not another woman.” Continuing to protest, standing there in her black garter belt and smoky black stockings, with her hands on her hips defiantly.

“Well, like I said, we have a third choice.”

“And what is that.” Bringing her arms up and crossing her breasts more in a pouting mode.

“We can explain to her, that you’re not really into that.”

“Yeah! And then what?” Now not a quiet as before and returning her hands to her hips. “You take her and I sit around twiddling my thumbs.”

“I doubt that would happen for very long in a room full of naked people. But, she’s got to have someone here. Maybe we could sort of swap.”

“I did that a couple of times with my husband, never really enjoyed that either, very much.” toning it down again and recrossing her breasts with her arms.

“Well then, we are back to our two basic choices. We can leave now or we can go along with it and make it as best we can.”

“I guess your right.” She finally acquiesces taking Bill’s hand. “Let’s go make the best of it. At least the initiation will be fun. She turns into Bill’s arms and kisses him full on the mouth with a lot of tongue. Now that he is nude also, she palms the length of his dick slowly lowering her hand until her fingers reach under and squeeze his balls.

“Come on you two.” Jeff calls as Tonya lightly pulls on Angel’s shoulder. “Save that for the stage.”
 Angel breaks their kiss, pulls Bill’s hand up and places another pill in it. “You better take another one just to be safe. Don’t need you petering out now.” She chuckles a little at her slight play on words.

“But, I’ve already had two.” He protests.

“Another one won’t hurt you.” She argues bending over, picking up his drink and handing it to him. “Trust me – I’m a nurse.”

Bill shrugs, pops the pill, following it with a swig of water from his glass. Putting it back on the table, he turns, takes Angels hand and follows Jeff and Tonya toward the stairs going up onto the stage.

The beds all face sideways to the audience. One-foot boxes raise the backside of the beds so they tilt toward the audience, giving them a better view. On the floor near the foot of each bed is a sign with the initiates name printed in bright red script. The bed on the far left of the stage has Bill and Angel, next to it to the right has Jeff and Tonya, then Tony and Marsha, and finally Bob and Sylvia.

Taking Jeff and Tonya’s lead Bill and Angel position themselves arm in arm just to the left of their names in front of the bed. Tony and Marsha do the same at their bed on the other side of Jeff and Tonya. However, no one is standing by Bob and Sylvia’s bed.

“How are we going to do this?” Angel whispers to Bill.

“Just like we always do. I guess.” Bill shrugs.

“Yeah, I know. But, don’t you think we should have some sort of strategy or do something special?” She suggests.

“Nah. Not really. We have always had a good time just doing what comes naturally.”

“Yeah, but this time it’s competition.”

“I know, but I think we should just enjoy ourselves and if we win so much the better and if you don’t win, who cares as long as we had a good time.”

“I guess. But I sure would like to win.”

“Ladies and gentlemen. It is time for the event, that we all have been waiting for. The event that is most enjoyed by all of us. The initiation.” The MC announces as he steps out onto the stage between the second and third bed. “Can a have a wonderful round of applause, welcoming our new initiates.”

Most of the crowd on the floor comes to their feet applauding and whistling with great enthusiasm. As the applause dwindles and the MC continues, “As our custom, we have the four beds out here where everyone can watch our new initiates compete to see which couple are the best lovers. Unfortunately, couple number four, Bob and Sylvia, have decided not to become members.” 

Pausing a moment to greet three scantily clad couples, breasts and cocks swinging free, “And, as always we will have our judges, one male and one female per initiating couple, to determine which of our couples can fuck and screw and suck and eat the best. Our lady judges will determine how many times our female initiates cum, awarding five points each time. She will also count the number of orifices accommodated, awarding five points per orifice. The male judge will determine how many times the male initiate climaxes awarding five points for each stream of cum that is completely ejaculated away from the end of the cock. Oozes, drip or dribbles don’t count, thus the males must pull out before cumming to score any points.

“Changing positions,” the MC continues, “is awarded with five points as long as the previous position was maintained for at least two minutes. The male judge will keep track of that. The judges in collaboration, can also award zero to twenty-five points for the erotic dialogue exchanged between the couple. I will try to provide as much of that as I possibly can by roaming the stage with my microphone as I did during the fellatio contest. Finally, zero to twenty-five points will be awarded for eroticism, based on the audience’s applause at the end of this phase of the initiation.”

“See, I told you we should have developed a strategy.” Angel turns and whispers into Bill’s ear.

Turning to the center of the curtain behind the beds the MC raises his hand in a waving gesture, commanding, “Mullica, please wheel out the score board.” As the curtain opens, an extremely large breasted brunette with hair flowing down off her back almost to her knees, pushes a white board with a grid that has the initiates names professionally printed across the top and the scored events down along the left side, with room for totals at the bottom.

“Yeah, but we didn’t know till just now, what was going to be evaluated.” Bill argued in return.

“I will keep a running total as the initiation progresses. The female judge will hold up a hand every time her female contestant climaxes, she will hold up one finger each time a new orifice is used and wave her hand for me to come over and eavesdrop in on their erotic chitchat. The male judge will hold up his fingers to indicate the number of times the male initiate squirts his ejaculate and will hold up his fist every time the contestants change position.

“Well, we know now.” She said smugly. “How do you think we ought to play it?” 

“So to review:” The MC counting off on his fingers, “five points every time the female climaxes, five points for each visible squirt of the males ejaculate, five points for each new orifice penetrated, five points every time they change position for at least two minutes, zero to twenty five points for erotic dialogue and zero to twenty-five points for their eroticism as evaluated by the audiences’ applause.

Waiting for the MC to finish, while trying to figure out how to answer Angel’s question, Bill finally ventures in a whisper, “I still think we just ought to do exactly as we have always done – get it on and just let it happen naturally. I’m afraid if we start thinking about it and planning it, we will loose some of the passion or eroticism.”

“For incentive,” shouts the MC, turning towards and addressing the initiates, “we allow the winners to pick any one individual in the house as their sex slave for the remainder of the evening and attend the next party free of charge. Second place gets to pick any one individual of the opposite sex, from the individual picked by the winners, for their sex slave and receive one free pass to the next party. And third place just gets one free pass.

“But we need to take advantage of all these alternatives to maximize our score.” Angel presses her point during the quick pause to the MC’s instructions.

“Initiates you will have thirty minutes from the moment I say, ‘Start,’ to give us all you can give.” He pauses to let this sink in.

“Alright,” Bill finally acquiesces, “I’ll go down on you like always. Keep eating you until you just can’t stand it anymore. Then I’ll fuck you to as many orgasms as I can. I’m sure he will tell us when we have ten minutes left. I’ll try to cum then, pull out, have you suck me for two minutes and then change position every two minutes after that. How does that sound.”

Even before Bill is done, the MC continues, “Do the initiates have any last second questions?’

“Okay,” Angel whispers back, “but, what about my ass?”

“Anything at all?” the MC looks from couple to couple.

“No problem. During one of those two minute changes I’ll take you up the ass as well.” Bill assures her.

“Then if there are no more questions – initiates – starrrrrrrt fucking!”

All three couples are at it in an instant. 

Marsha, who had been stroking her husband’s cock the whole time the MC was talking immediately collapses to her knees, taking his whole cock deep into her mouth. Soon her head is bobbing the length of his cock relentlessly, like a jackhammer. 

Tonya turns around, bending over on the bed and while still standing, Jeff takes her from behind. Slowly, without falling out, they crawl up on the bed, turn to give the audience a great profile, continuing to fuck doggy style. Jeff grabs her hair as if he is riding a horse and the long blonde flowing tresses are the reins.

Angel just hops up on the bed lying on her back. With her legs spread wide and dangling over the side of the bed, Bill kneels down between those soft warm thighs. Without any further foreplay he lowers his mouth to what he believes is the most wonderful place on earth. There is no place in the world he would rather be than kneeling between her legs, tasting her nectar and reveling in her sweet scent.

Angel’s hands quickly clasp the back of his head and pull him tighter and tighter into her already throbbing pussy. She pulls her legs up over his shoulders and crosses them at the ankles on his back. Rolling her hips in this position, she has the leverage to really thrust her pelvic mound up into his mouth. She is literally fucking his face.

At first, she just moans, indicating her contentment. However, it is not long before there is a certain sense of labor in her breathing. Pulling on the back of his head and thrusting up into his mouth with even more force, she praises his action between breaths, “Oh, yeah, babe…. That feels so good…. Eat me, babe…. Eat my pussy good…. Your whore…loves to have…her pussy eaten…. Oh yeah!... Yes, Babe!... Eat me!... Eat me!... Suck my clit!... Suck it!... Lick it!... Come on, make this slut –“ She halts abruptly hearing her words over the PA system. Opening her eyes, she starts away from the large dildo shaped microphone, thrust into her face by the MC.

“Don’t stop now girl,” implores the MC,” it’s sounding so hot. Sounds like he is giving you just what you want.”

Blushing slightly, Angel just nods affirmatively and closes her eyes again.

Suddenly the MC rushes across the stage as he sees Tony and Marsha’s female judge waving her hand. The male judge raises his hand with one outstretched finger, then two. He arrives just as the judge raises a third finger to indicate how many times Tony has spurted his load into her face. As soon as Tony began to cum, he pulled out of Marsha’s mouth. She continues to pull on the length of his fat, long cock. The first burst hit her right above her left eye, the second on her right cheek and now the third right on her lips, which she quickly captures with her tongue.

Thrusting the mic at Tony’s face the PA is filled with, “…fuck yes!... Oh yeah, girl!... All fucking right!... Augh!... Oh yeah!... Fucking A!... Ah!... Aah!... Oh, yeah!” as Tony continues to assault Marsha’s face with gobs of his spunk. The fourth hitting her on the chin, the fifth on her other cheek and finally the sixth landing on her right breast.

“Way to go Tony and Marsha!” The MC shouts as he turns to the score board. “That gives you two an impressive thirty point lead and we’re not even three minutes into this erotic affair.” Mullica marks down there score.

Marsha swallows his cock whole as soon as it stops spitting and pumps it with her mouth, while Tony’s orgasm winds down. The MC is right back with his microphone so that the whole audience can listen to Tony. With his eyes squeezed tightly closed and his head rolling back he is still yelling, “Oh, yeah, bitch!... Suck it some more!... Keep it hard!... So I can… fuck you good!... Oh, yeah!... Suck it!”

Recovering a little, Tony opens his eyes. Looking down at his frantically sucking wife he sees the cum slowly oozing down her left cheek. He takes a finger and wipes it up. Continuing to suck on his still hard cock, she looks up at him as he dangles the cum covered finger between his stomach and her eyes. Letting go of his cock immediately with her mouth, she takes it in her hand and continues stroking it, while she gobbles up his finger, cleaning it free of all the cum. He repeats the process over and over again until all the cum is cleaned off his wife’s face and breast.

Jeff and Tonya’s judge raises his fist, for Jeff has pulled out of Tonya and is sprawled out on his back next to her. Tonya swings her leg over him and quickly mounts him, sliding down his pole completely and begins riding him hard. The female judge waves her hand and the MC comes running over to capture their words as Mullica adds five points to their score.

Jeff encourages his wife, saying, “Fuck me, girl! Ride my cock. Come on! Come on! Give it to me good. Make me cum good… good and hard.”

Bill continues to love Angel’s hot pussy. As she thrusts up into his face, he keeps rotating his head back and forth and slashing his tongue against that hard little morsel buried deep between those lovely lips. Those lips are swollen full of blood, from two very hard orgasms induced earlier by this same method and from the two fuckings he gave her. Those also generating several series of quick, less intensive orgasms.

Angel recovered from her earlier embarrassment with the mic, encourages Bill with her usual erotic chatter, “Come oh, you bastard…. Make me cum…. Eat me!... Eat this slut!... Make me feel like a real woman…. Eat me!... Eat me!... That’s it…. Eat me good!”

Bill does just that, relishing the encouragement and the taste of all the juices exuding from her hot pussy. Her need for him just makes Bill hotter and hotter. He loves all her slutty talk and the way she continues to fuck his face and pull his head into her pussy. Right now, he could care less about winning, all he wants to do is to please her and get her to cum. He cannot wait to feel her cumming and begging to be fucked. He cannot wait to sense his power over her as she begs him to stop, but he just keeps flicking her clit with his tongue holding on to her for dear life.

Tonya and Jeff’s female judge is waving her hand again and as the MC’s mic is thrust in front of Tonya’s face. The auditorium is filled with, “Oh, God!... Yes!... Yes!... I’m cum… cum… cumming!” Tonya is down hard on Jeff’s cock, rocking hard back and forth, pressing her pelvic mound down against his, trying to stimulate her clit as best she can. 

Jeff’s hands are up squeezing her large, round breasts roughly, sometimes taking her fat, swollen nipples between his finger and thumb and twisting them savagely. He adds his erotic encouragement to her orgasm, saying, “Cum girl!... That’s it!... Fuck me hard!... Cum, babe!... That’s it!... That’s it, girl!... Cum!... Cum!”

Keeping the mic between the two them the MC turns to the female judge. He watches and watches while Tonya and Jeff shout out her orgasm. Finally pulling the mic away, he asks the judge in a cynical, almost scolding tone, “I haven’t seen your hand go up to score her orgasm.”

“Sorry sir;” – almost flinching away from his accusal tone – “but, I don’t think she came.”

“Pardon me?” he questions in a softer, surprised voice.

“I think she’s faking it.” The judge responds meekly.

“Whhhaaaaat?” Comes a screech from behind the MC. Tonya swings her leg over Jeff, landing with both feet on the floor, her breast bouncing from the sudden stop. With a hand planted on one hip and slowly bending over with an outstretched finger towards the judge, she yells, “What the fuck do you mean, faking it! You listen to me you little bitch!”

The MC quickly steps in front of Tonya, pleading, “Please, please, Mrs. D_______. We don’t need this. Calm down. I’m afraid that the judges ruling is final. Now….“

“Final!” turning on the MC now and sounding a lot like Miss Piggy. “I’ll give you final.” 

By this time Jeff is on his feet, grasping his wife at the shoulders. She shakes loose of his grip and the MC takes a step backward. Nevertheless, before she can follow, Jeff grabs her again with more force this time, swinging her around and pushing her onto the bed, ordering, “Enough! Get up on that bed! Get those legs spread!” – she complies – “Wider!” – she pulls her knees up and lays them over, opening herself completely – “Now get ready to get fucked!” 




A Hickerman Party Ch. 03



Jumping up and kneeling between her legs, he grabs an ankle in each hand and pulls them up over his shoulders. Tonya falls unceremoniously off her elbows and onto her back. Letting go of her ankles he grabs the cheeks of her ass and roughly pulls her hips up off the mattress, simultaneously slamming his cock into her wet pussy. With here calves resting on his shoulders, he leans forward pressing his full weight into her breasts with his hands. At the same time, he slams his cock into her as hard as he can.

Bent over almost double, Tonya’s knees are almost resting on her shoulders, her ankles on his shoulders, her ass turned up off the mattress, her pussy almost facing straight up in the air to take Jeff’s cock as it pounds straight down into her. 

“You fucked-up, bitch!” He curtly scolds her, “And now you are going to get fucked! Fucked good and hard.”

Jeff does just that. He slams into her again and again, using the advantage of this position to thrust all his weight behind his cock. He pulls himself almost all the way out of her each time and drives his cock in as deep and as hard as he can.

“You like this bitch?” He demands, but she does not answer.

“Do you like it rough and hard!” The words come out harsh and did not sound like a question.

“You fucked-up, bitch!... You fucked-up… big time!... Now… I’m goin’… to fuck you… as hard… as you’ve… ever… been… fucked!... And I… don’t give… a damn… if you… cum… or not!... But,… I’m… goin’ to… cum… good!... Good… and hard!... And… when… I do… I’m goin’… to… pull… out… and… cum… all… over… your… fucking,… big,… cock suckin’… mouth!... You hear me… Bitch?”

She still does not say a thing. He continues to pounds into her unmercifully. Her breasts roll back and forth from her chin to her belly, stretched to their limits by his on slot.

“Did you… hear me…? Bitch!” He yells at her again.

“Yes, Jeff!” Came a cry of submission.

“You like… this…? Bitch!”

“Oh, God… Yes, Jeff!... I do!... I do!... Fuck me!... Fuck me… even harder!... I’m nearly… there… already!... Fuck me!” She begs now.

The MC catches the entire performance, broadcasting it for all to hear. Whistles, cheers and applause fill the hall.

Marsha lays flat on her back; her knees brought up and spread. Tony is down between those out stretched thighs eating furiously. Marsha runs her hands gently through his brown wavy locks, murmuring her gratitude.

Jeff and Tonya have pretty well played out their dialogue and are just fucking, so the MC turns his attention over to Marsha and Tony. He lowers the mic to side of Marsha’s face. “Oh, yes, Tony” she purrs. “You eat me so good, babe. Your tongue feels so good. That’s it baby. That’s it – perfect. Flick my clit with your tongue. Oh, yeah – you know just how to please me.” 

Angel is thrusting and thrusting her pussy into Bill’s mouth. She feels so hot, so near an orgasm, almost on the verge. Bill senses it also and flicks his tongue across her clit even faster, trying to press it harder against it. Her hands pull him tighter and tighter. She is desperate with need – desperate with the need to cum and cum and cum some more. She begs for release in her mind and begs him to keep it up. “Come on, babe…. Eat me!... Eat me!... I’m so close…. So close…. I need to cum… Eat me!”

Her thrusting into his face is so furious that to stay with her he has to clutch to her thighs with his arms. Reluctantly he releases one arm, pulling it down and slides his hand under his chin. He finds her open, dripping hole and easily slides his curled fingers deep into her pussy. Angel responds positively with, “Oh, yeah, babe!... Finger fuck me…. Eat me!... Fuck me with those fingers!... Oh yeah…. So close.” 

The added stimulus brings her orgasm even closer. She feels like she is trying to ride a wave. She is so close – so close to cumming, however she just cannot quite catch it. His fingers push in and pull out, driving a little deeper each time. The pressure of another wave lifts her up and she knows she is going this time, and then just like all the others, she just cannot quite get over the edge for that wonderful ride. His tongue and fingers are playing magic and her insides swell as another wave brings her to the crest. Yes – yes – almost –, she thinks, no, no, not again, not quit. I was close. Why can’t I get over. Oh, God,. You’re eating me so good. Why can’t I cum. I’m so close.

Marsha and Tony’s female judge starts waving her hand – the MC responds immediately, running around the end of Tonya and Jeff’s bed to lay the mic down near Marsha’s face. With closed eyes and her head slowly rotating back and forth, her breathing is ragged, filled with soft moans of contented bliss. Her hands no longer run through Tony’s hair, but grasp tightly to the back of his head, pulling him tighter to her throbbing pussy.

“Oh…. Ohhh…. Aw…. Ahhh…. Oh, yeah…. Oh…. Ohhh…. So good….” She signs demurely, her orgasm building deep inside her.

Taking a deep, deep, gasping breath, she suddenly arcs her back, her hips coming up off the bed. She holds herself off the bed, only her head, shoulders and feet still in contact with the sheets. Still pulling hard on the back of Tony’s head, she lets out a tremendous scream of delight. The sound fills the auditorium grabbing everyone’s attention, even those that may have been focused somewhere else. It goes on and on and on as she remains rigid off the bed and pushing hard against Tony’s mouth. 

Her scream lasts, what seems forever, until the last bit of breath finally escapes her lungs. She goes silent and the entire room with her. Still in an arch, still pressed against his face, her whole body just shudders – almost unperceptive at first, then shaking more and more visibly. She holds her breath the entire time, until, as suddenly as she arced up she collapses to the bed, screaming out, “Ohhh! God!... Yeah!... Oh, yeah!.... Ohhh!... Ohhh!... Ohhh!... Ohhh!” 

She pulls her knees up to her shoulders, while violently swinging her head from side to side. She spreads her legs out even wider and pulls constantly on the back of Tony’s head, jerking it into her pussy. Uncontrolled, she moans her ecstasy over and over in sounds of unintelligible delight.

The female judge’s hand rises high and Mullica adds a big five to their score.

Jeff has Tonya rolled up on her shoulders, her cunt rising straight up above her. With both his feet planted wide on either side of her, he drives his cock down relentlessly into her pussy. Bent over, still grasping her breasts, he pulls and flattens them very roughly. His torture is inexorable, the malice showing on his face. Marsha just sobs out a deep moan with each downward plunge, gasping to catch a quick breath in the short moment he takes him to extract himself and plunge down on her again.

Bill pushes his face harder into Angel’s juicy mass of love flesh, desperately trying to wiggle his tongue faster across her hard little clit and at the same time press even harder against it. Pushing all his fingers deep as he can into her, he draws their pads across the roof of her vagina, trying to find the trigger that will let her orgasm loose.

Marsha’s screams of rapture slowly die to slight whimpering, coinciding with her shallow quick breaths. Tony lets go of her thighs, crawls up to position himself between her legs. Holding himself above her on one outstretched arm, he grabs his nice long penis with his other hand guiding it to her pussy. Pushing the head into her slightly, he drags it up between the blood-engorged lips. When the big, purple, bulbous head rides over her clit, Marsha spasms. Dragging it back down between her lips, Marsha shutters again. 

Tony continues to tease her like this a few more times, until Marsha reaches out with both hands, grabs his ass and tries to pull him in. Moaning, she begs, “Don’t tease me…. Come on… give it to me.”

Tony just grins at her continuing to draw his cock up and down between her folds, Marsha jerking in spasm every time he drags over her clit. “Give you what, Babe?” Tony asks teasingly. The MC standing by so all can hear. 

“Come on, don’t tease.” She pleads. “Just give it to me.”

“What, Babe?” He asks again, still sliding his dick through her folds, enjoying her jerking response every time it crosses her clit.

“Just fuck me!” She finally screams.

“Just fuck her!” Someone from the audience shouts.

Tony pauses and glances out across the room.

“Come on fuck me!” Marsha pleads.

“Fuck her!” another person shouts. Still another yells the same thing, until within moments a chant begins, “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!

Tony looks down at Marsha, turns again to look at the audience and smiles one of those big Cheshire Cat grins. Looking back down again at Marsha, he drags his cock down through her folds to just the right position. Suddenly, with all his strength he lunges himself forward on top of her, impaling her with every inch of his massive tool.

The crowd reacts with cheers, shouts, whistles and tremendous applause.

Jeff continues to pound away on Tonya. She is gasping louder and louder, suddenly shouting, “Oh yes! Fuck me!” The MC hears her, turns to thrust the mic in that direction just as the female judge starts waving her hand.

“Oh, God!... Oh, God!... Yes!...Yes!...Yes!”— each yes getting a little shriller – “Yes!... Yess!... Yessssss!” as she explodes, her orgasm rushing through her entire body. “I’m c… c… cum… cumming!... Oh Yeah!”

Jeff pounds into her like a jackhammer, driving into her relentlessly. Tonya’s ass still points up into the air and Jeff continues to handle her breasts roughly. The female judge’s hand raises high into the air indicating that she does not think Tonya is faking this time.

Tonya’s screams of passion, “Oh!God!.... Yes!... Fuck me!... Fuck me!... Oh!... Ohhh!... Ahhhh!... Ohhh!...” trail off into unintelligible moans and groans. With tightly closed eyes, her head swings slightly from side to side, although constrained by her shoulders on which her whole body rests.

Angel continues to ride right on the edge of her orgasm, so desperate to cum, so in need of another hard orgasm. Bill flicks his tongue just as hard and as fast as before, but like her, he does not understand why he can’t get her over the top. He feels her need, feels her desire, feels her desperate want as she thrusts into his mouth and moans with soft little, “Ohhhhs.” and “Ahhhs.” 

Letting loose of her thigh with his other arm and hand, he pulls it under her ass. He slides one finger up close to where his other hand is searching for a trigger up her cunt. Finding moisture there, he rolls his finger in it, coating it with the fluids running down towards the crack of her ass. Then taking the tip of the finger he runs it around the rim of that little brown hole. He pulls it up again and coats it once more in the fluids, while never missing a flick with his tongue. He runs it around the rim and then slowly pushes it into the center.

Angel gasps, hoping against hope that this will do the trick. She relaxes those muscles and thrusts down toward that finger instead of his face. Slowly it slides in just slightly. Bill pulls it back and coats it again. Slowly, gently, he reinserts it, this time pushing in to the first knuckle. She feels it push through the tight ring of muscles and relishes the feeling. Desperate for more she pushes down on it, but Bill pulls it out once more for another coating.

Once coated, he pushes it in again, slowly, gently, past one knuckle, then two and finally the whole finger is deep inside her ass. Hesitating for a moment, he slowly pulls back some, then pushes it back in. Soon there is synchronization. In time with his licking, fingers jam into her cunt, while he pulls back on the one in her ass. Then shoving the finger up her ass, he pulls the three fingers from her cunt. Back and forth, he attacks; faster and faster, trying to get her to cum.  

Tony with amazing endurance maintains the same pace, thrusting with speed and strength deep into Marsha’s churning pussy. The MC places the mic down close between their legs, so the whole audience can hear the smacking of his balls against her ass. Marsha whimpers softly with each thrust, more like little gasps for air every time he hits bottom.

Slap, slap, slap, rings out through the auditorium; the crowd responds with whistles and hollers. “Give it to her, Tony!” one man shouts. “Fuck’er hard! We like it like that!” a woman chimes in.

Moving to the head of the bed the MC places the mic near Marsha’s head. At first all that is heard over the PA system is Marsha’s whimpering gasps every time Tony slams home, “Oew… oew… oew… oew… oeew.” Then she whispers, “Oew, yeah, Baby…. Give it to me…. Come on, Baby…. I’m almost… there… again.”

Marsha reaches down between them, slides her fingers into her folds and frantically starts frigging herself. Moments later she tenses, her eyes squeeze tightly shut, she pulls her head back with a jerk arching her neck slightly into the air and gasps, “Yes!... Yes!... Fuck me!... Oew!... Oew!... Oew!... Ooooeeew!” as the spasm once again charge through her body.

The female judge’s arm goes up and Mullica immediately turns to the board, changing Marsha’s orgasm score from five to ten. Bending over, giving the audience a nice wiggle of her ass, she erases the forty-five and changes their total score to fifty. This gives them a commanding lead, as Tonya and Jeff have twenty, while Angel and Bill only five. But there is still twenty-two minutes left on the clock.

In the mean time, Jeff and Tonya’s female judge has been frantically waving her arm to get the MC’s attention. He turns just in time to see Jeff pull himself out of Tonya and let her fall unceremoniously to the sheets. Stepping towards Tonya the MC thrusts the mic towards Jeff’s face, as he grabs his rod and strokes it. “Oh!... Augh!... Auuuugh!” he shouts as the first long stream of cum arcs from the end of his cock and lands on Tonya’s stomach. He quickly steps over her body and squats down above her face, pointing his cock down at her as he squirts stream after stream of hot cum across her eyes, nose and lips.

The male judge’s hand points high into the air; one finger, two, three, four and then five. Mullica is right on top of it, adding 25 to his cum score and adjusting their total score to forty-five.

Squatting down directly over her head Jeff shoves the head of the his cock into Tonya’s mouth, saying, “Suck it bitch!... Clean it up good! Get me all hard again, so I can fuck all over again!” 

Tonya stretches her neck up to take him in greedily, as their female judge holds up one finger to indicate the penetration of a new orifice and Mullica adds another fives points to their score, quickly tying things up. Jeff still squatting with his feet to either side and just above her head, bends forward over her and leans on her breasts; again squeezing and massaging them roughly. Now with all four appendages supporting his weight he lowers his hips, beginning to thrust his ten-incher down into her mouth, fucking her face.   Tony seeing their lead diminished so quickly, pulls out of Marsha, rolls her over and brings her up on all fours. Bending his face down into her ass, he quickly spits and licks saliva into her ass hole. Reaching between her legs, he moistens his hand with her love juices and rubs all that goo over the head of his cock. Taking hold of his lubricated fat cock and while squatting behind Marsha he slowly enters her ass, causing their score to go up five points.

The MC seeing this quickly turns around to put his mic below Marsha’s mouth. As Tony drives his cock home for the first time, Marsha lets out a tremendous gasp and then another, her face all tensed up in apparent discomfort, as he drives into her again. However, within two or three more lunges, her face relaxes and she returns to her normal whimpering sounds in time with Tony’s thrusts. She reaches between her legs, finds her clit and begins frigging herself once more.

Although Bill has penetrated both Angel’s pussy and ass with his fingers, the judges have not increased their score; maybe they cannot see what is happening. Neither Bill nor Angel know what the score is, all they are concerned with is getting Angel to cum. Bill is relentless with his tongue wagging and finger thrusting. Angel knows she is right on the verge, just needs something more, just a little something to get me over the edge. I’m so damn close. Maybe if I beg him some more, “Please Babe…. Eat me…. Eat me good…. I’m so… close…. Eat me…. Eat me.” 

Simultaneously, “Fuck me!... Fuck me!... Fuck my ass, Baby!... Oh, God!... Yes!... Yes!... I’m almost… almost… cum… cum… I’m c… c… cum… cumming!... Oooooh, God!... Yessssssss!” resonates over the loud speakers as Marsha comes for the third time.

That is all it takes. Finally, Angel throws her head back and gasps, “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” repeatedly, with each breath as her pent up orgasm is finally released. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!... Oh, God! Yes!... Ooooh, Yes!... Oh my God! Yeesssss!... Oh, yeesssss!” she continues. Grabbing Bill’s head, she uses it for leverage to hump his face as fiercely as Jeff abused Tonya earlier. Bill loves it. Pulling his fingers from deep inside her love holes, he wraps his arms around her thighs and hangs on for dear life. His tongue has not slowed did for a moment. If anything, he wiggles it faster and tries to press it even harder into her clit. He is already thinking he might be able to take her back to that place he sent her to earlier, if he can just maintain contact with her clit.

To Angel the spasms are even more intense than they were earlier. Each one starts deep, below the pelvic mound, somewhere between her pussy and her ass. It shoots out of that spot, racing through her body like a lightening bolt, causing her whole body to jolt. The jolts help her to thrust into his face even harder at first. Soon though, these spasms take over, she no longer has the capability to coordinate the thrusts she so desperately needs. Her hands fall away from his head and she surrenders to the powerful seizures that rush through her entire body. Her head swings from left to right violently in response to one spasm, then from right to left in response to the next.

Bill is in his element now. This is what he enjoys the most – making Angel cum and cum hard. As her spasms strengthen, he tightens his arms around her thighs trying desperately to keep his mouth tight against her rapidly undulating pussy. Her climax inspires him and gives him the energy to keep flicking his tongue across her clit. Using his arms for support, he is able to apply even more pressure as he forces his head into her pelvic mound, thinking, My God – she’s hot. Maybe I can take her to another level like I did before.

Their score is increased by five, but unlike the others, Bill does not change positions, more concerned with giving Angel a great orgasm than increasing their score.

Marsha’s climax has passed, but she is still oewing and aahhing with Tony’s every thrust. She sounds just like one of the girls in a porno film.

Jeff has firmed up again. He pulls out of Tonya’s mouth with a loud plop, then quickly moving around between her legs, he slams into her with all his force, burying himself to the hilt. Tonya responds with a loud gasp as her teats roll almost up to her chin and back into position again.

Leaning forward on her, Jeff grabs one breast and uses it to hold himself up. With the other hand, he reaches for her face with an outstretched finger. Dragging it first along her right cheek, he draws it up covered with his spunk. He holds it over her open mouth and allows it to drip off the end of his finger. Lowering it into her mouth, she sucks on it with apparent relish. Pulling his finger out, he drags it across her other cheek and eye lid and feeds her that as well. His finger returns to her face again and again until she is clean.




A Hickerman Party Ch. 03



Angel is still gasping, her orgasm seeming to last forever. The MC remains there, capturing every sigh and gasp for the audiences pleasure. The female judge raises her hand signaling another orgasm. The MC turns toward her, raising his eyebrows in question, and then asking into the mic, “Isn’t this just a continuation of the same orgasm?” She shacks her head no, then responds as the MC lowers the mic towards the judge, “I’ve never seen anyone’s orgasm last this long. Her breathing slowed ever so slightly a second ago and now she’s panting again. She’s having multiples.”

“Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen; our little Angel is having multiples. And the judge’s decision is final.” the MC says turning back to the audience.

Once Jeff finishes cleaning Tonya’s face and she licks his fingers clean, he pulls out of her. He rolls to the side of the bed facing the audience, he lies on his back, his hips off the bed and his feet spread and planted on the floor. His long ten-inch cock stands straight up like a fat flag pool. Tonya rolls off the bed, stands up slowly. Impatiently Jeff yells at her, “Straddle me bitch! Impale yourself on this!” He grabs hold of his cock and waves back and forth for emphasis.

Tonya does as he demands, swinging a leg over his outstretched body also facing the audience. She slowly lowers herself until the whole length buries itself in her dripping pussy. She bends forward slightly supporting herself with outstretched hands on his knees. Suddenly with tremendous force and speed, Jeff drops his hips and quickly slams back up into her. He does this repeatedly, hammering into her with rapid thrusts so violent that her upper body and especially her large breasts shake, almost vibrating in response.

Tonya closes her eyes, bites her bottom lip and rolls her head back in apparent delight. Raising one hand she grabs a breast, squeezing and rolling it around her chest. Then she does the same to the other. Pulling it higher she lowers her head and finds the nipple with her lips. She sucks it in as Tony continues to shake her body with his brutal jackhammer like attack from below.

The intensity of her orgasm is overwhelming. Angel tries not to stop him, but knows she has to get him to quit soon. The spasms continue to rock her body, but the sensitivity of her clit is so pronounce that the spasms hardly register any more. 

The judge raises her hand again indicating that she believes Angel has gone into yet another orgasm. Neither Bill nor Angel are aware of this and if Angel knew, she would argue that as far as she could tell it was all one long orgasm. 

Marsha is into another set of panting moans again, her owes and aahhs quickening and increasing in volume as she continues to frig herself and Tony pounds away into her ass. Abruptly, she collapses down onto her elbows as her moans transform into real gasps of obvious orgasmic bliss. 

The judge’s hand flies up adding another five points to their score, as Marsha finally collapses completely, with Tony toppling down on to her as well. He pushes himself up with his arms and tries to continue to hump her ass. He keeps rotating his hips in a thrusting action as her orgasm washes over her and gradually passes. Oh God. I just can’t take anymore. I’ve got to stop him. This is just…just too much. Angel screams in her mind, as her hands pull away from Bill’s head and move to his shoulders. She tries to push him away and digs her heals into the mattress, trying desperately to pull herself away from his lashing tongue. 

As the female judge raises her hand to signal that Angel is having another orgasm, Bill clamps his arms around Angel’s thighs even tighter sensing her attempting to escape. He is hoping to send her where he sent her earlier. As desperately as she is trying to get away, he is trying just as desperately to hang on to her, wiggling his tongue across her clit even faster and harder than before. 

“Oh, God, Stoooop!” she is finally able to scream. “Please, stop!... Just get… get up here… Fuck me!... Please, fuck me!”

Suddenly Bill has a realization, still holding on, still licking like crazy, If I send her to… to wherever I send her…if she passes out again. Then what?... Then what do I do? With this awareness, he releases his grip and quickly crawls up on top of her.

Angel reaches down frantically between their legs, grasping his cock; she pulls it right to her cunt. She shoves it in, simultaneously thrusting up to get it in as far as she can. Bill drives forward at the same time, sinking deep inside her hot, juicy pussy. 

The male judge’s fist goes up immediately as Angel gasps, “Oh God, yes!... Yes!... Yeeesss!... Oh, yes, fuck me!... That’s what… I needed!... Fuck me!... Oh, God, yes, fuck me!”

The MC pulls the mic away from Angel’s lips, turns away and slowly walks towards the edge of the stage. Speaking softly like a golfing announcer, as if not to disturb the initiates, he addresses the audience, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are half way through the competition phase of the initiation. I know you are all getting anxious for the next, hands on phase, but we still have another fifteen minutes of tantalizingly erotic play to determine the winner.

“Let’s quickly review. Marsha and Tony are currently in the lead with sixty-five points, although apparently Tony is having a little equipment difficulty. I see Marsha now has him, well in hand, and is attempting a little mouth-to-mouth respiration.” 

Marsha hearing this pulls her mouth off Tony’s cock and gives the MC a quick grimace.

“After a slight abortive start, Tonya and Jeff have closed in on Marsha and Tony’s initial lead with a spectacular, although rather rough and savage screwing taken by Tonya. They have closed to within five points of the leaders, their score now sixty. Although the way Tonya is being bounced about by Jeff’s hard upward thrusting, I would expect them to tie things up momentarily.

“Angel and Bill, after a very slow start, are finally picking things up a bit. Just look at the way Bill is banging her now.”

Bill is plunging into her as rapidly and as hard as he can, inspired by Angel’s moaning and occasional plea to, “Fuck me!... Fuck me harder!” as she thrusts her hips up to meet each and every charge. There female judge raises her hand again to indicate yet another orgasm for Angel.

The MC continues, “Angel seems to be carrying the ball so far, gaining thirty points alone with her multiple orgasms. Bill, not to be slighted, must be admired for his patience and cunnilingus endurance – I don’t know of anyone who can stay down as long as he does. Although they are behind by thirty points, with a total of thirty-five, Bill hasn’t cum yet. One big gusher and they are right up in the running again.”

As the MC finishes his delivery and steps down the steps into the audience; Marsha continues to suck ravenously on Tony’s cock as he sits on the edge of the bed, Tonya continues to vibrate, her breasts jouncing all over her chest from Jeff’s assault, while Bill slams his cock forcefully into Angel’s pussy. Occasionally she can be heard screaming, “Fuck me!” 

Just as the MC steps off the last step Angel’s judge raises her hand again, increasing their score another five points as Angel cums some more.

Walking through the tables, the MC steps up to a ravened hair beauty. She is wearing a black and red-laced teddy. Sitting all stretched out invitingly on their couch she slowly stokes the man next her as they watch the show. Bending over slightly the MC asks, “Judy, what do you think of our new initiates so far?”

Letting go and sitting up slightly she responds, “I think we have got ourselves some really great additions to the club, especially that Bill and Angel. I can’t wait to get his mouth on my pussy. And Ted here – well – he loves to eat pussy, so I’m sure he can’t wait to get a little taste of that sweet morsel Bill’s been sucking on all evening. Marsha and Tony are really hot too, but I thought Jeff was a little bit rough with Tonya. Although she seemed to take it real well. And that position they were in – that was truly erotic as hell – up on her shoulders that way, with his hips pounding down on her. Wow!”

“Who do you think is going to win Ted?” The MC turns the mic towards him.

“I don’t know. They are all great, but I think Angel and Bill are the most erotic. They are up there making love, while the others are up there pounding away like a porn show.”

“Thanks, both of you.”

Turning to another table and before he can choose anyone to ask; a totally naked, frumpy looking blonde in her late fifties, jumps up and takes the mic. “Jim all I want to say is, did you get a look at the size of Tony’s cock. I haven’t seen one that size since Jerry Delany died. As I recall I was about the only one that could accommodate his full length. I’m hoping to get Tony’s to stretch my pussy with that long, fat cock of his, real soon.”

“Thanks Mertal.” He responds grabbing his mic back. About the same time two hands reach up from behind, grab her at the waste and pull her back down on the couch.

“Oh, God! Oh God! Oh, God!” suddenly fills the auditorium even without the aid of a microphone. Tonya, has been bouncing on top of Jeff’s relentless jabbing cock, while she has been frigging herself and pulling one teat and then the other up to her lips. As the judge raises her hand into the air, Tonya’s thrown back head bounces from left to right as Jeff keeps up the pace.

Tonya continues to vibrate, her breasts shaking like jello, as she leans back further and further onto Jeff. She gasps and shouts an occasional, “Oh, God!” and finally tumbles back on his chest. Jeff pulls her off and rolls her onto her stomach. Jumping up between her legs he quickly inserts himself, fucking her frantically from behind. The male judge raises his fist due to the new position.

The MC moves to the back of the gym and finds a man leaning over from the back of their couch and massaging his naked wife’s shoulders. “Harold. How you doin’ pal? What do you think of our erotic couples?”

Continuing his massage, Harold answers, “I’m doing just fine. Like Judy said, looks like we got ourselves three new very hot couples. They’re all going to be fun to have around. I can’t wait for the rest of the initiation, when we get up close and personal.”

“And Jennifer, what are your views?” The MC points the mic in her direction as Harold moves his hands down to massage her rather small, but large nippled breasts. He squeezes them, rolls his hands around them slowly and pulls them up a little.

Jennifer rolls her head back on the couch and looking up at the MC, says, “Ummm, baby that feels soooo good.” She rolls her eyes shut and moans her appreciation. Opening them again, she reaches out, grabs the MC’s semi flaccid cock, and continues, in a soft, sultry voice, “Hi Jimbo. How’s my big, fat hunk of meat. I haven’t had this monster in a long, long time. Let me give him a kiss.” She leans forward and takes the head of his hardening cock into her mouth. She bobs her head up and down a half dozen times taking about half of its length each time.

Bill clutches at Angels shoulders, pulling himself up hard and tight into her cunt. Raising his hips slightly he commences a rapid set of very short strokes. With the length of his cock riding the length of the valley between her pussy lips and in constant contact with her clit, he has her climaxing again with a serious of short gasping moans. Her judge confirms what Bill and Angel already know raising her hand again.

Jennifer finally pulls off the MC’s cock and slowly rolls her head up to look at the MC and asks, “What was the question again?” Obviously high on something.

“What do you think of our new initiates, my dear?” the MC responds patiently as she continues to stroke his meat, just inches in front of her face.

“Oh, they’re just fine, but not nearly as fine as the wonderful hunk I have here in my hand. You will come back later and give me a good fucking with it, won’t you, honey?” Before he can answer, she takes him with her mouth again, sliding her lips all the way down his whole length this time. “If you promise to give me a whole lot more of this, I’ll definitely be back, my dear. Now, I have to get back up on stage again.”

She pulls off, gives his cock another squeeze before letting go and relaxing back into the couch. “You, hurry back now. My mouth and pussy” – she reaches down and frigs herself a little – “will be patiently waiting for you right here.” Then leaning her head back on the couch she reaches up, pulls her husbands head down to give him a very hard, romantic kiss.

As the MC heads back toward the stage, Tony pulls his limp cock out of Marsha’s mouth – her hot ravenous sucking not enough to resurrect his poor soldier. She jumps up on the bed landing on her back and spreading her legs wide, obviously in response to some instructions Tony has given her. He kneels down in front of her, his back to the audience as the judge raises his fist. Tony starts eating her as voraciously as she just sucked his cock.  

Jeff pulls out of Tonya and stands up next to the bed. Weak looking from the rough fucking and orgasms she has just experienced, she just lays there waiting. Jeff reaches over grabbing one arm and her waist. He pulls her up into his arms upside down, facing him. Her face slides off the bed and swings into his groin. She immediately takes his still hard tool into her mouth, as Jeff turning slightly gives the audience their profile and bends his head and mouth down into her crotch. Their judge raises his fist.

The MC now on the stage, announces, “Now that is a hot pose and it also ties the score at seventy points each, while Angel and Bill are slowly closing in at fifty points. Speaking of those two, let’s see what they are up to.

Bill resting from his recent assault, slowly rides Angel with long deliberate strokes. With his legs outside hers, she squeezes his cock between her thighs making her already tight pussy even tighter. He holds himself up above her on extended arms on either side of her shoulders. Looking down at her, he smiles, while she gives up low, soft moans, every time he hits bottom.

Sucking in and biting her lower lip, Angel looks up into his eyes. She smiles and says, “You fuck me so good. Now it’s your turn to cum.” The MC’s mic picks up the dialogue. He holds the mic a short distance away so their conversation comes softly over the PA system, trying not to spook her quiet again.

“I don’t know that I can. Just doesn’t seem to quite get there before I tire out.”

“Sure you can Babe. Come on and fuck your whore. Ram that big, fat cock into her.” Angel encourages.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Bill says as he stops thrusting and squeezes all his muscles in his cock as if he were squeezing out that last drop of urine at the end of a good piss. Doing this repeatedly; Angel shuts her eyes tight in response, bites her lower lip again and lets out a short “ew… ew… ew” every time his cock jerks inside her.

“Damn you.” She curses him. “You are trouble.”

He squeezes his cock a few more times, laughing a little, pleased with the torture he is giving her.  When he stops, he lays down on her again, clutching at her shoulders. He pulls himself up tight against her pussy and again fucks her with a series of quick, short strokes. With only two to three inches of his cock in her, the rest rides in that soft valley and rubs hard against her clit.

It only takes about thirty or so strokes and Angel is gasping from another quick orgasm. It’s shallow, centered just around her pussy, but feels great, as she gasps, panting, “Oh!... Oh!... Oh!... Oh!...Oh!” with each short little stroke. The female judge raises her hand in response and Mullica changes their score again.

Tony tenaciously keeps eating Marsha’s drenched pussy. Her fingers run through his hair as he rolls his head back and forth in the big gap between her widely stretched thighs. She moans as he hums, feeling the orgasm bubbling just below the surface, knowing she just needs a little more stimulation to take her over the top.

Jeff is no longer able to hold Tonya. So, he unceremoniously drops her on the bed. His still limp cock comes flying out of her mouth with a load plop as she tumbles onto the bed. Scrabbling as if she had dropped something fragile and valuable, she flips over on her hands and knees, grabs his cock and pulls it back into her mouth. 

Having rested for a few moments Bill again clutches at Angel’s shoulders. He pulls himself up tight against her pussy once more and again fucks her with a series of quick, short strokes. Again, with only two to three inches of his cock in her, the rest rides in that wet, smoldering valley and rubs hard against her hard protruding clitoris.

As before, it only takes about thirty or so strokes and Angel is gasping in another quick orgasm. As always, these little orgasms are shallow, centered just around her pussy, but feel great. Just like earlier, she gasps in response to each short, little stroke. 

Once again, their score goes up another five points, just as the MC announces, “Ten minute warning! Angel and Bill are gaining with a score of sixty. This little multi-orgasmic lady is literally carrying the balls here. While both Tonya and Jeff, and Marsha and Tony are tied at seventy. And it appears that Tony is still having trouble keeping his end of the bargain up.

Tony hearing that another two minutes have passed, rolls Marsha over, lays out along side of her and pulls her on top into a sixty-nine position. However, there is no movement on the part of the judges and their score remains the same.

Jeff has grabbed Tonya by the hair and is ramming his meat into her mouth and down her throat. This does not seem to bother her, on the contrary from all fours she lunges her whole body forward to meet his thrusts. He pounds viciously; her nose smashing into his pubic hair each time, her body thrusting to meet it and pushing him back off.

Suddenly he pulls out of her mouth, grabbing his meat. He pumps it frantically toward her face. The male judge’s hand goes up with one finger, then two as two quick squirts splash onto Tonya’s face. As the remainder starts to drool out of the end of his cock, Tonya grabs it, quickly shoving it into her mouth and sucking greedily.

Angel, after recovering from her last orgasm, is softly coaxing Bill on with, “Fuck me, Babe. Come on and give me all your cum.” The MC comes over just in time to pick up, “Fill my pussy full of your hot, delicious cum. Come on, fuck me, hard! Fuck me!” she continues more earnestly and louder. “Fuck your whore. I’m your slut and need your cum filled cock up my cunt! Harder! Fill me up! Use me! Abuse me! Fuck me like a whore! Your whore! Your slut! Your cock sucking little bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me! Come on, fuck me!” she shouts at last.

Bill pounds away at her, thrusting harder and faster trying to meet her demands, but for some reason just cannot get it off.

Pulling the mic away, the MC announces, “Only eight minutes left.”

Marsha spits out Tony’s cock, raises her head beginning to yell and scream as Tony’s tongue finally does the trick. She convulses throwing her head back and forth frantically, her hair flailing his loins as the orgasm explodes through her body. Lifting herself up on all fours, convulsing visibly, she gushes a torrent of spray across Tony’s face.

Tony reaches up grabbing her hips and pulls her back down, drinking the remaining fluids flowing from her pus. Letting go with her arms she collapses down on his belly, a spasm shakes her body every other second or so. 

After recovering from his orgasm, Jeff pulls his cock from Tonya’s mouth. He directs her to lay out flat on the bed. Jumping up on top of her, he straddles her stomach and lays his cock down between her large breasts. She pushes in on their sides incasing his cock as he starts fucking her tits. 




A Hickerman Party Ch. 04



The Hickerman Party – More Initiation & Slavery

Sensual EntAngelments Inspired by Angeleyes

In the Hickerman Party – The Invitation Bill is given an invitation to an orgy. He invites his lover, Angel, to accompany him. At this initial party, they must be initiated to become members. During the first segment, Angel and Bill tour the club facilities and enjoy an exotic and titillating show as well as giving quite a show of their own.  

In the Hickerman Party – The Competition both Angel and Bill enjoy the erotic competitions between the other members, while they try to determine what they have to do during the initiation. In between times, they provide even more entertainment for the members adding to their growing erotic reputation. The winner of the members competition, Teneka, A large breasted black woman; picks Angel and Bill to be here sex slaves for the rest of the evening, after the initiations are complete.

In the Hickerman Party – The Initiation Angel and Bill compete with two other couples being initiated into the club. They compete up on the stage in front of all the members; scoring points for climaxes, changing positions and penetrating different orifices. Angel and Bill finish second. First place, Tonya and Jeff, as the winners get to pick anyone to be their slave for the rest of the evening. Tonya, after being totally dominated by her husband during the competition, takes charge and picks Bill. Second place also gets to pick someone, but of the opposite sex. In a twist of fait, Angel is allowed to pick Jeff. However, Teneka, who won the members' fellatio contest earlier in The Competition, has already won the right to claim Angel and Bill as her slaves. Tonya quickly suggests that both couples give up their right to slaves and become slaves of Teneka; as long as Angel can fulfill her fantasy to have two cocks simultaneously, sometime during the remainder of the evening. However, the final phase of the initiation must take place first. Enjoy!!! 

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"Alright then." The MC barks. "Now you and Bill also have the choice of any female to be your sexual slave for the rest of the evening." The MC hands the mic to Angel.

She immediately hands it off to Bill, surprising him. Quickly regaining his composure, Bill takes the mic and says to Angel, "Well, since you delivered most of the points, I think it is only fitting that you choose. Besides, now that you have handed me off to Tonya, what am I going to do with a slave?..." Turning now to the MC, he continues, "But, I would ask our MC if a change can be made?" pausing again, he explains to the MC, "It has always been one of Angel's fondest fantasies to have two men at once. Would it be possible for her to choose a man as her slave?"

"Well that is very irregular – but considering all the entertainment Angel has provided us tonight, I can't see why not." Turning to her, he continues, "So Angel, whom do you choose as a second lover for tonight?

Angel sheepishly takes the mic and says, "I would like to have the added enjoyment of Jeff's big, long cock. We can make it a foursome, if Tonya is open to that?"

"Sure that sounds great to me." Tonya agrees, sliding up to the other side of Bill. She reaches down, strokes his semi-rigid cock, and slides her tongue into his mouth.

"Great!" shouts Angel, moving over next to Jeff, "It's time Jeff here, is put in his place. Now get on your knees, mother-fucker, and eat my pussy."

The audience stands and claps their approval, mixed with shouts of, "Yeah you bastard", "You better eat her good." and, "Way to go girl, you tell him." Then just as the crowd's applause begins to wane, a naked, curvaceous black beauty steps up on Angel and Bill's table shouting, "Hey Jim! What about me? I've already won the right to Angel and Bill as my slaves for the rest of the evening!"

Before the MC can answer, Tonya pulls her tongue out of Bill's mouth and shouts back, "How about if – if we give up our winnings and you can have all four of us as your slaves, as long as Angel gets a couple of cocks in her at the same time?" 

"Ummm, That sounds delicious." Teneka agrees. "So why don't the four of you get your sweet sexy asses into one of those beds, while I make my way up there to join you!

"Whoa! Whoa! Hold everything!" The MC chimes in, holding up his hand. "We have the rest of the initiation to go through first."

"I'm sorry, Jim!" shouts back Teneka as she steps down off the table. "I forgot about that."

"My dear Teneka, how could you forget about the best part of the initiation?"

"What's this?" Angel inquires right away with a little edge in her voice. "I thought we just went through our initiation."

"No, no – well you have – but only the initial stage. We have one more phase that everyone here has been through and it is the part we all enjoy the most. Everyone is going to line up and – sort of like a receiving line," he pauses, turns to the audience and chuckles, "we are all going to introduce ourselves."

"Ok, I'm not so sure about this, but alright." Angel backs down a little.

"Now if you will all return to your beds and the judges will tie you down and put on your blindfolds." He smiles the whole time as if this is all quite natural.

"What? Wait!" The edge returning to Angel's voice. "You didn't say anything about this before."

"And spoil the surprise? I think you will enjoy this just as much, if not more than the rest of us. I assure you nothing bad is going to happen. No one will penetrate any of your orifices, unless you ask them to," the MC assures Angel and the rest of them.

"Well, let's get on with it then. Everything else has been great so far." Angel accepts the MC's word, turns back towards the beds, leaving Jeff on his knees as if he had not even been there.

The initiates, following Angel's lead, are soon all lying back down on their respective beds. The judges make them move down to the foot of the beds, so their legs hang over at the knees and their feet are on the floor. Then they take silky scarves and quickly tie each initiate's wrist to the three rings mounted at the head of each bed. The right arm of each woman and the left arm of every man shares the middle ring. The judges take more scarves and tie the outside ankles to each leg of the bed. The man's left and woman's right ankles are tied together forcing their legs to be spread wide open. Next, they take thickly padded black blind folds and cover each initiate's eyes. 

Once all the initiates are tightly secured to the bed, the MC turns to the audience to announce, "Ladies and Gentlemen. We are finally ready for the second part of the initiation – the part that you have all been waiting for. It is now your turns to come up on stage and properly introduce yourselves to our brand new members. Your introduction should not take longer than fifteen seconds. Our judges will usher you along if you take too much time. So, please, please come forward and welcome our new members."

The members sitting at the tables closest to the stage, quickly get up and queue on the steps leading up on to the stage. They form up as couples. Males on the right to introduce themselves to the ladies, while the females lined up on the left. Many of the couples sitting towards the rear of the hall just remain at their seats, indulging in their own interests, while waiting for the lines to shorten.

The first man to approach Angel kneels down on one knee, kissing her on the cheek and whispering in her ear, "Hello Angel. My name is Sam." One of his hands drifts up and cups her left breast as he continues, "I really enjoyed your show all evening. I hope you will come down later and see me. I'm sitting at table six."

Still squeezing her breast, he stands up, moving to where her left hand is tied above her head near the edge of the bed. Razing up on his tip toes he swings a two inch thick semi-erect cock into her hand, saying, "Squeeze Angel," – but she just lets it sit there without saying anything in reply, still not real comfortable with this situation – "Isn't he nice and fat. And he's not even fully erect yet. Can't you imagine how good he would feel as he stretches your pussy..."

At exactly that moment Angel gasps out in surprise as the second man in line kneels down between her legs, leans forward driving his tongue right into the folds of her pussy. Finding her clit instantly, he wiggles his tongue across it rapidly. Angel's hand involuntarily grabs the first man's cock, squeezing it with considerable force.

"That's it girl. You like my fat monster. Don't you." He responds to the pleasure, then adds, "Stroke it a few times. Make it feel real good."

Angel does not really hear him, the shock and pleasure the man between her legs capturing all her pleasure. This really takes her aback though, feeling violated and repulsed on the one hand; she is in instant arousal, almost to the point of orgasm on the other. As he continues to wiggle his tongue over her hot spot, she feels a couple, quick little spasms and with each one, she squeezes and pulls on the first man's cock.

"That's it girl." The first man reacting to her manipulation, then asks, "Do you want to suck on it a little?"

Having regained a little of her composer and not liking his confident tone, she immediately replies with a resounding, "No!"

"Come on Sam, times up," interrupts the judge. "There's at least a hundred other guys out there in line waiting to introduce themselves to our new little Angel."

Reluctantly he pulls away, shoving his cock back in his pants and commenting, "Hoping to see you real soon, down at table six."

The second man stands up, stepping away from Angel. He moves around, up near her head. Before he can even say anything a third man is down licking her pussy as she gasps again in surprise, not expecting the second man to be replaced so soon. The second man says, "Nice to meet you Angel, my name is Brad and I have enjoyed watching you two all evening."

"Thanks Brad, and it's nice meeting you. You have a real talented tongue, got me going almost instantly."

"Thanks, have a nice evening." He responds with a polite salutation as he turns to walk away and get in the next line.

Bill is just as shocked as Angel is. The first woman approaches him without saying a word. She takes his not quite totally erect cock into her mouth. She takes it completely down her throat, her nose burying itself in his pubic hair. Pulling up quickly, she gives several half-length bobs.

While the first lady is busy on his cock the second woman in line moves right up to his face. Leaning over in a real sultry voice, she says, "Hi Bill. I'm Charlene." She lowers a large breast right into his mouth and continues, "I can't wait to get you to eat my pussy like you do Angel's. You two are so hot." She grabs either side of his head and pulls him into her soft flesh.

As if on signal, both lassies straighten up. The first woman pulls her mouth off his cock with a loud plop as the second lady pulls her teat from Bill's mouth with an equally loud plop. The first woman steps toward his head and says in a voice strikingly similar to the second woman, "Hi Bill, I'm Marlene. Char and I are twins." Bending over his face, she shoves one of her teats into his face the same as her sister did. "See."

Marlene allows him to suck a little longer as the next woman takes his now rigid cock in hand. After a few more seconds, Marlene pulls her teat from his lips with another loud plop and says, "Come on down and see us some time, big fellow. Double your pleasure and double your fun." Giggling at that, the two turn away and walk off arm in arm.

The woman stroking Bill's cock steps up toward his head as the other two depart. Continuing to stroke, she bends over giving him a passionate open mouth kiss with all kinds of tongue.

"Come on girl, save some for the rest of us." Complains the next woman in line.

Letting go of his cock, but maintaining the kiss, she just waves her off and retakes his cock in her hand, stroking him even faster. Finally breaking the kiss, she moves her mouth to his ear, sticking her tongue in it and then saying, "Hello. My name is Jane. I hope sometime real soon, you can give me a little of what you were giving Angel. I'd love to cum like that." She kisses him again and moves on.

"Gee, I didn't think she was ever going to give you up. Hi, I'm Sam. Love your work." She runs a hand over his balls, up over his hard cock, and across his stomach and chest. Finally, her fingers rest on his lips; she runs one finger lightly around the edge, then bending over, says, "Your good, but I'm better. You eat me like you eat Angel some time and I'll give you the best fucking of your life. And I guarantee I'll have you cumming in no time at all." With that, she pulls his lower lip down with one finger, lets it go and walks off.

Every guy in line so far, has gone down on Angel; all of them choosing to eat first and introduce themselves second. She squirms as each man's tongue flips across her clit, but none of them is able to do what Bill does to her. Of course, they are only getting about a ten second shot at her, before they have to move up and introduce themselves. Most come up and flip their cock in her hand or suck on her breast, while trying to drop some impressive line before they move on.

About the twentieth guy through leaves her pussy and coming up along her side introduces himself as George, flipping his dick in her hand and squeezing her breast he says, "I got a big long one for you babe, try me out some time if you really want to get off." 

However, what she really notices is the fact that the next guy in line has not gone down on her yet, so she gives this guy a quick squeeze, answering with fake sweetness, "I'll keep that in mind." in hopes that he will quickly move on. 

Without touching her, the new guy in line steps up near her head as soon as this twentieth guy moves away. In a really deep, Sam Elliot like voice, "Good evening, ma'am, my name is Sheridan; Wayne Sheridan." 

In her minds eye, Angel could almost see him taking off a big Stetson and bowing before her politely.

"You have totally captivated the entire proceedings this evening. Your performance and the way you hold yourself reminds of the great sculptures from ancient Greece and the classic renaissance nudes of Renoir or Titian's The Venus of Urbino. You are one class act and certainly upgrade the surroundings like none other before you."

"Well, thank you kind sir." She can feel herself beginning to flush. "I wish I could see you, I'm sure I would want to compliment you with equal grace. At least let me feel you a little so I can repay you for the praise."

"Wouldn't a lingering passionate kiss as a promise to the future, be more sustaining than a few moments of brutal lust?" and with that he bends down, kissing her firmly on the lips. They are large and soft; and Angel's lips sink, almost melt into his as a head does on a good pillow. His tongue slowly, but deliberately splits her lips and takes possession of her mouth. It rummages around inside for ten to fifteen seconds, exploring every inch it can reach and slowly withdraws. 

As he pulls away, Angel lifts her head trying to maintain contact with those wonderful lips for as long as she can. Only the bindings on her arms keep her from following them. Straining to stay with him, she cannot and collapses frustrated, back to the bed ending the kiss and the tingling that raced throughout her body.

Gasping for breath she begs, "Come back.... Kiss me again.... Let me feel... your cock.... You can... even... fuck me."

Softly caressing her cheek he whispers still in that deep, thrilling voice, "There will be plenty of time for that later, my sweet.... I promise." And he is gone.

The next man in line is immediately down between her legs. As soon as his tongue touches her pussy, she clamps her thighs tight around his head in frustration, wanting that deep husky voice down there instead. She also wonders, Why didn't this guy go down on me while Wayne was up here kissing me? None of the others before him waited for the person in front to depart. 

At Bill's side of the bed a familiar voice says, "Hello Bill. It's Nancy."

"Oh. Hi Mrs. Hickerman."

"None of that." she scolds, taking his cock in her hand and slowly stroking it. "We all go by first names around here."

"Yes, ma'am." He quickly responds.

"And none of that either." She quickly chides again and gives his a cock a hard squeeze. "When you address me like that, either you think I'm older than you – and I'm not that much older – or you think I'm in charge. This club doesn't work that way. We are all equals here."

"Yes, ma... I mean Nancy."

Gazing at the cock in her hand, she stops stroking it; instead, she twists it this way and that. She studies it longingly, admiringly, saying, "My you do have a nice fat cock. I bet Angel just loves the way it fills her up." Stroking it again, she looks over at Angel, who has a man between her legs, licking her enthusiastically while another man is sucking her left teat and squeezing her right. "Angel dear? Does Bill's cock fill you up good and tight."

Angel hears and recognizes the motherly voice from earlier and in between gasps answers, "Oh yes... Mrs. Hickerman... And I wish... I had it... in me... right now!"

"In due course, my dear. Now Angel, please call me Nancy. I was just telling your nicely hung boy friend here, that we are all equals in this club." Slowly climbing up on the bed, she places one knee next to Bill's head and swings her right leg over to straddle his chest, while saying, "However, I am gong to take advantage of my position anyway and consume a little extra time." She slides forward pushing her pussy into Bill's face. "Now give me some of that tongue, you were giving Angel earlier."

Bill had his tongue working its way up through the folds of her thick pussy lips before she even finished asking the question. He lashes his tongue back and forth fighting for space between her outer lips already gorged fat with blood. Slashing and lashing he finds her inner lips. Digging and licking, he works his tongue between them. Pointing the end of his tongue as best he can, he finds the bottom of her groove just above the entrance to her vagina. Slowly he slides that pointed tongue up until he finally finds a really thick and distended little prick at least a half inch in length. 

Surprised for a moment, Bill almost freezes; then sensing what he has found, seizes the opportunity and sucks it in between his lips. He rolls it with his lips and lashes the tip of it with his tongue as Nancy moans in response, "Ummmm, yes... That's it Bill... Suck on my little cock... You don't find many clits that big do you?"

At this very moment Angel screams out as one of the men, finally gets her off. Thrashing on the bed she screams, "Oh God yes!... Oh God!... Oh God!... Oooh myyy God!... Oh!... Oh!... Oh!... God!... Fuck me!... Someone... fuck me!"

Nancy turns and looks down at the guy eating Angels pussy and commands, "Hal! Get up there and fuck the lady! Give her what she needs!" Hal quickly pulls his mouth away from Angel's pussy as he gets up off his knees. Grabbing hold of his cock, he points at the opening, steps forward and drives his lance deep into her tunnel.

"Augh!... Augh!... Augh!..." escapes from Angels lungs as he slams into her with all his weight, pulls out and slams into her again and again. She quickly catches his rhythm and thrusts her hips up to meet each attack. "Augh!... Augh, yes!... Augh, yes God!... Fuck me!... Fuck me!... Fuck me!..." The initial orgasm is gone, but spasms are already building for a quick second.

Hal grabs her by the thighs and pulls her ass to the edge of the bed. Standing on slightly bent knees, he now pulls her ass up off the bed and begins to pound into her like a jackhammer. His hips are thrusting as fast as they can go, so fast she is literally vibrating on the bed, her small breasts bouncing all over her chest. The slapping of his balls against her ass resonates through the hall – slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.




A Hickerman Party Ch. 04



Angel explodes in one of her giant orgasms, there is a flash of bright light and all is darkness. Every spasm arcs through her entire body like electric shocks, each beginning with a flash of light. A long guttural "Aaaauuughhhhh!" escapes from her mouth as the spasm trails away, quickly replaced by another shock, a flash of light and a gasp.

Bill continues to suck on Mrs. Hickerman's large clit, rolling it back and forth with his lips and attacking the end with his tongue. "Oh, you are good, Bill. You know just how to push my button." Letting go with his lips he attacks the whole length with his tongue, whacking back and forth as fast as he can.

Enjoying the pleasure Mrs. Hickerman pushes her self down on his face and begins to rock in a fucking motion. "That's it Bill, lick me good." Turning and looking behind her to the next lady in line, she says, "Miriam, don't just stand there watching, introduce yourself to his cock. Give it a good sucking and then come up here and introduce yourself properly."

Miriam turns, reaches between his legs grabbing the base of his cock. Bending slightly she lets the nipple of her right tit slide across his thigh as she takes the head of his cock into her mouth and starts sucking. She bobs up and down, taking almost its whole length into her mouth. Bill gasps into Nancy's pussy, but keeps working on her clit.

Bill hears Angel still moaning and periodically asking to be fucked, thinking, What happened to not wanting to be fucked by strangers.  He smiles to himself, wishing he could watch. Instead, he concentrates on Mrs. Hickermans clit again, wrapping his lips around the fat little morsel. Spreading his lips open, he takes his teeth and lightly bites down at its base. Slowly he drags his teeth up along its length.

Mrs. Hickerman gasps, "Oh My God!... That's it.... That's perfect... You do that just right... Just the right amount of pressure. Not to light, no pain, just pure pleasure."

"Hi, I'm Miriam. I was just sucking your nice fat cock. Can't wait to get it in me sometime."

Bill tries to pull away; but as he does, Nancy grabs his head, pulling him tighter into her pussy. He sort of manages an "A ha," and keeps working on Nancy's clit.

"Miriam! Why wait for sometime? Climb up here behind me and take him for a little test drive." Mrs. Hickerman suggests, reaching out with a hand to help her up. Grabbing hold, Miriam pulls herself up on the bed, stands with her feet straddling Bill's hips. Squatting, she slowly impales herself on his cock.

"Hal!" Mrs. Hickerman calls over to the guy still humping Angel like a bitch in heat. "Hal! Take a break. Give the girl a chance to breath. Besides there is a whole string of guys behind you waiting for their turn. Hal reluctantly pulls out at Mrs. Hickerman's command and starts to walk away. "Hal!" Mrs. Hackerman calls to him again. "Get back over there and introduce yourself properly to Angel." Then pausing for a breath she turns her attention to Angel asking, "Angel dear. Have you had enough cock for now?"

"No! No!" Angel exclaims immediately. "Keep them coming – please. I really need more cock."

While all this is going on, Bill continues to lick, suck and bite at Mrs. Hickerman's clit. Miriam is bouncing on his cock as if she might not ever get another chance. Mrs. Hickerman can feel her own orgasm beginning to build. And Hal returns to Angel to properly introduce himself.

"Angel, my name is Hal. And thanks, you have one really tight pussy."

"Thank you Hal, you gave me one great orgasm. I only wish you could have cum. Somehow it just doesn't seem fair, that I got all the pleasure."

"Aw, that's okay." Hal 

"No it's not. Now why don't you just put that nice cock of yours up here by my mouth, where I can return a little of that pleasure?"

Without hesitation, he grabs his meat and hoists it towards her mouth. She feels it hit lightly against her lips and instinctively opens her mouth to take him in. Just as she feels the head of his juice covered cock slide along her tongue and is about to close down with her lips, she gasps and throws her head to one side. 

She is taken completely by surprise, when the next guy in line slams a huge cock up her pussy. His cock feels like it must be at least three inches across, although in reality it is only two. But what really astonishes her is the depth to which it penetrates. She can feel its big head push up hard against the very bottom of her cunt, right to mouth of her womb. She is totally filled and instantly into another raging orgasm.

Forgetting all about Hal, she rolls her head back and forth screaming, "Fuck me!... Fuck me!... Oh, God! Fuck me!"

Almost at the same moment, Mrs. Hickerman launches into her own orgasm. Much more refined, much more lady like, she just whimpers, throwing her head back and then forward again as the waves of pleasure strum through her body like hands on a harp. Biting her bottom lip, she lets out a little, "Uumm." and throws her head back again. "Uumm!" a little louder this time, tossing her head forward. "Uumm!" her head going back now. Again and again, until finally she almost yells, "Enough! Enough! I can't take anymore," She swings her leg back and over, almost hitting Miriam behind her, to stand on the floor next to the bed.

She takes a couple of deep breaths and quickly composes herself. Bending over next to Bill's head she whispers, "Thank you so much. Angel is very lucky to have such a talented tongue at her beck and call."

"Thank you. It was all my pleasure Mrs. Hickerman."

"Nancy! I told you." She slaps him on the shoulder to make her point, as the next lady in line jumps up on his chest to take Mrs. Hickerman's place and lady after her straddles his cock to take Miriam's place.

"Yes Ma'am." He responds automatically.

"And none of that either. You have a real nice time for the remainder of the evening Bill. Oh, by the way, you are in for a very – and I mean, very – big surprise yet this evening. Enjoy."

Before he can answer, the gal on his chest slides forward filling his mouth with her pussy. "Hi there sweetie. My name is Juneau. My parents named me that, because Dad knocked up my Mom somewhere near the base of that mountain up in Alaska. Umm, Mrs. Hickerman was right – you do know how to eat pussy. You can always tell how good a lover you have, by how well he eats your pussy." She just continues to drown on like that, nonstop, while rocking slowly across Bill's face as he does his usual magic. He works his tongue through the folds of her pussy lips to find her clit, which he assaults by whipping his tongue as quickly as he can across the hard little head.

Juneau continues on with her monologue, until the girl riding his cock finally breaks in as Juneau takes a breath, introducing herself, "And I'm Jamie. You have a really nice fat cock. Just the right size."

"Yeah, Angel must really enjoy getting fucked by that, after she's been eaten out by this marvelous tongue. I'll tell you what, Jamie, as soon as I cum, how about we trade places?"

"No you don't ladies," the female judge interrupts. "You're not Mrs. Hickerman and you're fifteen seconds are up.

A few words are spoken under their breaths, but both bounce on down off Bill, say there good-byes and are gone. Immediately the next two inline imitate their predecessors, taking their turn on his mouth and cock. 

Angel's orgasm has diminish into one slowly rolling procession of surges. Each stroke of the big, fat cock fills her completely, like nothing she has ever felt before. In addition, with each stroke, another wave of pleasure radiates through her body.

Suddenly she realizes that she has forgotten about Hal. "Hal! Hal! Are you still here?"

"No Ma'am." The guy thrusting the big cock into her pussy says, in a deep slow paced voice. "He left as soon as you started cumming so hard. By the way, my name is Jim."

"So nice to meet you Jim. You really sent me for a loop there," she compliments.

"Thank you Ma'am. I do have that effect sometimes. Especially when she's really hot already. I think Hal, just got you ready for me."

"Enough of that Ma'am stuff, call me Angel. And no, Hal got me a lot more than ready."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Angel!" she corrected again.

"Okay. Fifteen seconds are more than up there Jimbo," interrupts the male judge.

"Alright Horace." Jim complies, pulling his meat out of Angel's pussy with a noticeable – plop. "Enjoyed this immensely, Angel. Hope to do it again real soon."

"Me to, Jim. Where will I find you?" Angel inquires.

"Our table is in the third row, all the way to the right."

"Jim?" she asks with a little hesitation in her voice. "Are you black?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he returns in voice mixed with pride and a little bit of what difference does that make. 

"Please, it's Angel. You're making me feel like an old lady. I suspected you were black by your voice and knowing that for sure, will make you a little easier to find."

"I'll be looking forward to it – Angel," He has to hesitate in order to say her name, instead of Ma'am. 

"Me too, Jim."

Ms Hickerman has been waiting patiently and as Jim leaves, she goes around to Angel's side of the bed. Kneeling down on one knee she whispers into Angel's ear, "What ever else happens tonight, rest assured, nothing will happen to you that you don't really want. Just go along with the program, it's not about you."

"Alright, I understand." Angel replies although she really didn't. Still thinking about Jim she continues, "Can you imagine, Jim calling me Ma'am like that – now I know how you feel."

"It all goes with the territory as we get older, my dear." Mrs. Hickerman consoles her. "Just remember, what ever happens, it'll be alright." Before Angel can answer Mrs. Hickerman is gone. 

"Gee, that was strange." Angel comments turning to Bill. "How are you doing?"

He can only mumble at first, but then the lady on his mouth, jumps off saying, "Thanks Bill. They're all, right – you are a great pussy eater."

"I'm doing fine sweetie. How about you?" Bill finally responds to her question.

Before she can answer the next guy in her line steps up asking, "A-a-a-angel? M-m-my name is M-m-m-merle. D-d-d-do y-y-you mind i-i-i-if ...."

"Not at all Merle," she interrupts before he wastes his whole fifteen seconds trying to ask. "Give me that big cock of yours."

"What happened to not wanting to get fucked by a bunch of strangers?" Bill quips just before the next lady in his line plops herself down on his face.

"Ah, shut up." She comes back kiddingly, not knowing what else to say. As Merle's cock slides into her she thinks, Sometimes a girl gets so hot she looses all control. And that can be fun too. Over the next ten minutes, one woman after another comes by introducing herself either as she sits down on Bill's face or after she finishes giving his cock a quick 15-second ride. Some of the gals ride his cock with their pussy, while others use there mouth. To Bill it does not matter, it all feels great.

Angel's line moves a lot slower, since she is only accommodating one man at a time. Each one comes up and slides his cock right in to the hilt. She is so hot even the big ones slip in with no problem. Every once in while one of them instead of jack hammering straight into her, will pull up on the outstroke so his cock slides along her clit. If he does it fast enough, she gets one of those quick little orgasms that Bill gives her when he is just fooling around. 

"That was great, Babe," says the last gal to get down off Bill's face. "I can't wait to get the full treatment. My name is Charmaine and the man over there giving your wife a good fucking is my husband Mike."

"Nice to meet you Charmaine, but Angel's not my wife. She is just a really close friend." Bill corrects and explains, while wondering why this lady seems to be lingering and why another gal hasn't piled on already.

"Yes, I would say she's a really good friend. You guys are so hot. I think we need to get together for a foursome sometime and give Angel those two big pricks she has fantasized about for so long."

"How do you know about her fantasy?" Bill questions, puzzling.

"Ahhhh – weren't you listening? Didn't Tonya say something like, 'as long as Angel gets a couple of cocks in her at the same time?'" grabbing hold of his cock and smiling down at him. Still blind folded he cannot see that smile, but smiles back at the gentle sensation he feels from her cool hand. Without saying another word, she bends over taking the length of his cock in her mouth. Then pulling her lips up until they are just below its crown, she swirls her tongue rapidly around its head.

The sudden sensation makes him jump, but he quickly calms down enjoying this new titillation. After so many pussies climbing on, taking a quick 15-second ride, but never giving him a chance to get close, it had almost gone numb. This really felt good. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Unfortunately, she stops all too soon, letting the end of his cock slip out of her mouth with a slight plop. Taking it again in her hand she strokes it a few more times, lets go and moves up next to his head. Bending over she slides a card under his head as she lowers one of her huge breasts onto his face.

He finds the large, hard nipple right away and sucks it into his mouth gently. As he nurses, wishing his hands were free to massage the globes of warm, wonderful flesh, she says, "I've put a card under your head with our e-mail address, hoping to her from you first thing tomorrow so we can set up a date for our own little orgy. I want you to eat me like you ate Angel. Mike wants to learn how, and practice with Angel. Isn't that right, sweetie." She pauses looking up for Mike. "Gee, he's gone already." She pulls her breast from Bill's mouth, continuing, "I better hurry up and catch up with him, before he's got that hot pecker of his drilling some other babe." Her voice trails off with, "You e-mail me right away now, you hear," as she runs away after her husband.

There were still about four men lined up to introduce themselves to Angel. Each one took his turn giving her 15-seconds of cock. Angel was beginning to get a little sore. She had cum – those little quick climaxes about a dozen times – but now she was somewhat numb, like Bill had gotten. Turning she asks, "Are they about done?"

"Hell, if I know. I'm as blind as you are. But, there's no one riding my cock or fucking my face, so I guess my line is empty. Yours can't be too much longer."

"Your line isn't quite finished yet," comes a voice from the nearest set of steps – a voice that turns his heart cold and makes his face flush. His mind races and screams, No!... Can't be. 

"Hello honey. How is my adulterous, good-for-nothing husband tonight. Surprised to see me here – I guess you can't see me, can you?" Walking up beside him, she reaches out and pulls off his mask. The sudden influx of light blinds him, he blinks and squints unbelievingly. Slowly her shape and then her features come into focus. Speechless, his chin almost dropping to his chest, he can only think, Where the hell... How did you... What's going to happen.... 

She is a good-looking woman, with blond hair cut just above her shoulders, parted on the right; it sweeps sensually down across her brow, almost covering her left eye. She is fifty-five. However, she easily passes for her early forties. Full figured, her medium size breasts sag only a little. Reddish, brown areolas the size of silver dollars, surround thumb size nipples. There are a few folds of skin around her tummy; however the sheer gown that hangs from one shoulder, leaving her left breast exposed, hides most of that from the less discerning eye.

Bill, still speechless, is trying desperately to think of something to say, but can only utter unintelligible little gasps of air, while Angel tries to sink down into her side of the bed

What's the problem, honey?" Bill's wife asks him in a soft, gentle voice, filled with sarcasm, "The cat got your tongue?" Grabbing him by the cock not very gently, she pulls it back and forth a few times. "You bastard! Out sneaking around behind my back.

"What are y-y-you doing here?" he finally manages.

"I guess, I could ask the same thing, but I don't have to ask. I know what you are doing... out whoring around!"

"Yeah,... but... ah... but...." Bill stammers again.

"Save the bull crap, sweetheart." She interrupts in that soft voice again, but quickly changes to a harsh, "You, fucking bastard!"

"H-h-h-how did you find out?" still stammering a little. "A-a-a-nd, how are you in h-h-here? Are you a member?"

Without answering, she slides up on his chest like all the others, straddling his ribs, and then says looking down at the woman tied up next to him, "So this is the little bitch you're whoring around with."

"It's not like that. We just..."

"Shut up! I'll tell you exactly what it's like. You got tired of the same old model, but for sentimental reasons or just because you... you... you... I don't know what – you couldn't trade me in on a new model, so you locked me in the garage. And now you are out sporting around with... with?.... With this?... I don't understand," shaking her head as she finishes.

"We just..."

"Never mind! I don't want to hear it. I'll tell you why I'm here, you cheating son of a bitch. Remember last year at your office Christmas party, when you went off with your boss for a couple of hours?"

"That was business. I couldn't very well..."

Hey! I told you to shut up," she scolds, reaching back and grabbing him roughly by the cock. "You're in no position to make me mad."

Your not mad already, he thought.

"O' Ms Bobbit had the right idea," and she gave his cock another good hard tug to emphasize her point. "Your pal, Jimmy, came up and started talking to me after you went off with your boss. He got me a drink and we talked. Then he got us another and we talked some more. He went off for a third. When he came back, he suggested we go out on the patio. After a little while, he made a pass. He kissed me hard with a lot of tongue, pushing me up against the wall, one hand all over my breast. I could feel his cock, stiff between my legs. He kissed me the way you used too and it felt wonderful. I wanted it to go, but I stopped him. I told him, I didn't do that sort of thing. He told me about little miss slut here."

"Listen..." Bill tries to interrupt

"Shut the fuck up!" she screams.

Bill could not believe his ears. She never talked like this. She's really pissed. 

"That really pissed me off. Not so much that you were sleeping around with another woman. What really pissed me off is that you were bragging to your friends."

"But I wasn't brag..." She interrupts him with a fast, hard slap across the face.

"Just shut the fuck up and listen!... Bill's wife screams at him again.

"You bragged about me to your friends?" Angel interrupts, becoming a little upset herself.

"Oh, yeah, baby." Bill's wife responds. "This bastard her, he's a real kiss and tell son of a bitch. He told Jimmy how he likes the way he can make you cum and cum. He calls you the best piece of ass he has ever had. That to help him get off you call yourself a whore and a slut. And he tried to talk Jimmy into joining you two to fulfill your fantasy of having two cocks at the same time. Oh, yeah. And that your husband not only approves of all this, but encourages to go out and fuck around." 

"You told him all that? Why the hell did you... " Angel asks in disbelief, shaking her head, unable to finish. . Now where was I. Oh, yeah. I guess the combination of anger and too much to drink lowered my resistance, so I snuck off with him to his car. He went down on me right away and then I let him take me from behind in the back seat. To make a long story short, he came up with the plan to make us members and punish you. But then, he's in to that kind of thing. You know all those Thursday nights? The ones that I was supposed to be going to those PTA meetings – well, guess what? I've been coming here and I mean cumming. And you know what else? I like it."




A Hickerman Party Ch. 04



She slides forward and covers his mouth with her pussy, saying as she does so, "Jimmy just filled my pussy full. Now, you eat that spunk. You suck it out of my cunt. I'll teach you to brag to your friends that you're cheating on me," her voice full of venom.

Bill licks at her pussy and normally would have been thrilled to lap up cum juice out of her cunt. Somehow, he was not very enthusiastic about it right now.

Angel had long since moved as far away as the bindings would allow her.

"Now you smell my pussy real good, because this is last time you're ever going to get this close to it." The venom cutting like a hot knife threw butter. 

As the other introductions are completed, the last of the members slink off the stage quietly. The judges, except for Angel and Bill's, have already released their initiates and are leaving the stage as well. Angel and Bill's judges move around behind the drapes and disappear.

Bill's wife continues, "It isn't like you're not going to see me, though. I'm riding the wheel-of-passion tonight. And you're going to be forced to watch – you and your slut here. Forced to watch your wife get enjoyed by any man who wants her. I've developed a real close friendship with your slave master, Teneka. You're going to pay... You're both going to pay for making a fool out of me." With that, she swung herself off his face and sauntered away with resolution in her step.

As her determined steps fade away, Angel finally ventures, "What now?"

"I-I-I don't know. I guess we could leave or we can go through with whatever they have planned and just see what happens. What do you want to do?"

Although pissed that he told Jim all their secrets, she also remembered all the great times they had. "Listen, Babe. I came with you, I'm leaving with you. You make the decision. I'm with you all the way. Now what's going on. Is the line done?"

"Oh, yeah. The line is definitely done. Done and gone. There's no one on the stage but us."

"Even the other initiates are gone?"

"Yeah!"

"We're all alone up here?" She gasps in amazement and a feeling of embarrassment rushes over her. Then she remembers what Mrs. Hickerman said earlier. "Hey, Mrs Hicker – Nancy told me earlier that what ever happens, it would be alright, and to just go along with the program." 

"Yeah." says Bill sarcastically and yells, "Hey is anyone going to untie us."

No response is heard, however the murmuring from the crowd down below diminishes to a hush, everyone stops what they are doing, moves to their seats and turns toward the stage. Bill looks across the crowd, wondering what is next, are they all in on this?

"What's happening?" Angel asks with a hint of panic in her voice. "Can you get this blindfold off me?"

"They're just all staring at us. I'm still tied up, can't reach you."

Slowly from the middle of the seats, Teneka rises to her feet. Slowly she walks to the stairs, climbs them and struts over to Angel's side of the bed. She pulls off Angel's blindfold, and lowers her mouth to Angel's nipple sucking it in softly and slowly. Angel gasps, sucking a deep breath through her teeth, a sure sign to Bill that Teneka is getting to her.

"I'm not... really into... this... girl on girl thing." Angel says, trying to pull away from her.

Pulling her mouth off, Teneka screams savagely, her face all screwed up and her nostrils flaring. "Shut up! Slave! You're my bitch tonight! I don't really care what you are or are not into. Now you suck on my teat."

Angel looks at Bill, as if pleading for help, but Teneka pulls her face back and shoves one of her massive teats into her mouth.

"Come on, this isn't right! You let go of her this instant!" Bill intervenes with a forceful voice, beginning to wonder if this is really a club or some sort of sick, Kafka type imprisonment, just put together to punish him.

"You just mind your own business, you adulterous bastard." 

"Adulterous? No more than the rest of you!" Bill counters.

"With one small exception, we're all here with the knowledge and blessing of our spouses," Teneka explains, "including this little slut. Now suck my teat bitch. Make Teneka's nipples hard.

Scrapping noises out on the floor distract their attention for a moment as a number of the young naked servers, wheel a large round pedestal table and two sets of head and arm stocks into the middle of the couches. Members turn their couches around to face the wheeled shape table and sit down again, many immediately going into embraces with their partners.

"Are you going to untie us?" Bill asks, resentment in his voice.

"All in good time." Teneka replies in an assertive tone. "As soon as we are assured that you won't break and run as soon as we untie you."

Teneka turns, pulling her teat out of Angel's mouth and yells, "Jim, have you got there clothes?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" He yells back. Immediately he is on his feet and runs up on the stage from the area of Angel and Bill's couch.

As he runs toward her, Teneka moves around to Bill's side of the bed. Grabbing his cock as Jim joins them, she reaches out her other hand, palm side up, commanding like a surgeon, "Cock ring."

Jim places the clothes on the bed by Bill's feet, reaches down taking his own erect cock into his hands. Slowly, twisting and turning, he takes a cock ring off his own cock and hands it to Teneka. She takes it as Bill curses Jim, "You bastard!"

As Teneka works the ring over the head of Bill's cock, Jim answers with a shrug, "Hey pal, what's good for the gander is good for the goose. I figured as long as you were screwing the pouch, she was free game, he, he," he laughs.

"Fuck you! Ouw! And you too!" directing his insults first at Jim, and then Teneka as she roughly pushes the cock ring down his shaft.

"I plan to." She returns with a smile, that turns quickly into a grimace as she continues, "Now shut up. Both of you!" Turning to Jim again with her hand stretching out, she commands, "Keys!"

Jim quickly finds Bill's pants and fumbles through the pockets for the keys. Finding them after a few abortive attempts, he quickly hands them over to Teneka. Taking them, she turns, letting go of Bill's cock and switching the keys to that hand. Grabbing his cock roughly with the other, she dangles the keys in Bill's face, laughing sardonically. "Take their clothes to the dungeon and throw them in the fire place." She laughs again, continuing, "That and these keys, aught to keep them here. It is a long, cold run home; naked, in the middle of October."

Suddenly, the beating of a drum and chanting, soon supported by the stamping of feet, pull the attention of everyone on the stage. Six men hoist Bill's wife up on their shoulders, beginning to process around the outside of the couches, marching in time with the chants. Lying prostrate on their shoulders, face down, one man holds her ankles, spreading them, thus her legs wide apart. The next man wraps his arms around her thighs, supporting one on each shoulder, while burying his nose in her pussy. Two men on either side of her waist, reach forward with their free hands to play with her teats, while the remaining two support her at her shoulders. 

"What's going on?" Bill questions with concern.

"Your wife has volunteered to be sacrificed to the wheel-of-passion. They'll carry her around like that on their shoulders past all the couches allowing everyone to touch her. Then they will secure her to the wheel." Teneka answers.

"I don't like this." Bill states, determination in his voice. "Let me loose. I want to go down and talk to her. Obviously, I'm not going anywhere."

"Don't worry about your wife, she won't be hurt. 

"Bull Shit! This is gone far enough!" Bill's anger increasing by the second. "Let me loose!"

"See, I don't think you can be trusted. You're liable to do something rash." Teneka responds in a calming voice. "I assure you nothing bad is going to happen to anyone. Just play along and everything will be fine. Besides I have something more important for you to do, right now."

Without waiting for him to make any further protests, she quickly climbs up on the bed, straddling his face, sliding her pussy right over his nose and mouth. Wasting no time at all, she immediately begins rotating her hips, sliding that already hot and wet pussy all over his face, while directing, "Now just be a good boy and eat Teneka's pussy. Teneka wants one of those hot orgasms you've been giving Angel all night.

"Where's Jeff and Tonya?" Angel inquires. "I thought they were going to be your slaves as too."

"Considering the changes in circumstances, they've surrendered their claims to your slavery and have given you to me." She explains.

"Ummm, Bill that does feel good. I see why Angel likes it so much." Teneka compliments as Bill resigns himself to his predicament and lashes out at her clit with his tongue. "Now let's see how well your little mistress her can eat pussy," as she dismounts from Bill's face and moves to straddle Angel. 

"I don't do women!" Angel protest.

"Posh," she dismisses Angel's comment. "You just haven't done women before, is all. But tonight you will." Without wasting another second on argument, Teneka sits right down on Angel's face. 

This is an entirely different experience for Angel. Before tonight, she rarely found herself in the same room with a woman during sexual entanglements, let alone, involved with a woman in any form of intimate behavior. However, realizing her fait in the short term is dependant upon pleasing this woman, whom is slowly rocking back and forth on her face; she tentatively sticks out her tongue and begins searching for the woman's clit.

Meanwhile, the beating of the drum and feet continue, as the six men carry Bill's wife around and through the crowd. Occasionally, as a member is past, he or she will reach up to play with her hanging breasts. Similarly, her screams of passion reverberate over the chanting as the man between her legs continues to torment her with his acts of cunniligus.

Teneka's head rolls back, letting out her own howl of passion as Angel's tongue finds her clit. Angel attempts to give her the same treatment Bill's tongue gives her, wagging it back and forth across that hard little head as fast as she can. "Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooooh!... Angel, baby!... You know what you're.... Ooooh!... Yeah!... what you're doing. Don't you?... Oooooh!... Oh, yeah!... Either you are a natural,... Ooooh!... Oooh!... or you've eaten a hell of lot of pussy."

Raising his head, Bill watches as the six men continue to carry his wife through the crowd down below. To his astonishment, more people are getting up and touching his wife, until they loft her away from the hands of the original processors. Utterly frustrated, he watches as the crowd takes her and passes her from one group to another. They grope her all the way, pulling on her breasts and feeling her between her legs. Some men underneath, grab her head and kiss her. Others take her breasts and suck on them, while some actually try to get between her legs for a quick lick at her clit. 

Teneka's moaning finally distracts him. Looking over at them, he sees that she has turned around. Laying out flat on Angel's tummy, her head between Angel's legs, she is eating her with passion. In order to reach Teneka's pussy, Angel is pulling her head up off the bed. To his surprise, she seems to be really getting into it, eating Teneka's pussy with relish.

At first Angel wanted no part of this scene, what so ever. Surprisingly, as her tongue works into the folds of Teneka's pussy, she becomes less and less reluctant. As Teneka begins to moan with desire, Angel feels the charge of passion beginning to swell within her, the same kind of feeling she feels when she goes down on Bill. When Teneka suddenly swings around, diving for Angel's pussy, the electric shock of Teneka's tongue against her clit drives away all final inhibitions. If she could, Angel would throw her arms up around Teneka's thighs, to pull herself into her pussy even harder.

To Angel, Teneka's tongue is different from any other she has ever felt. Softer, it works across her clit, sending waves of sensual bliss to every part of her body. Not unlike the same stimulus that Bill always sends through her, just a lighter, softer, more sensuous touch. She just hopes that she is providing the same to Teneka.

Looking down on the floor again, Bill sees his wife moving across the top of the crowd. Her body circles once and then moves to the center, where the large wheel is sitting. Slowly they turn her over on her back placing her on the surface. It looks like a large stagecoach wheel lying on its side about waist high, with a padded bench laid across its surface. The pad for the head sticks out beyond the edge of the wheel, as do the pads for her legs. However, the pads under her legs are spread wide apart, almost forming a U and there is a space cut into the wheel so there is no obstruction between the pads.

After gently lowering his wife to the wheel, the crowd ties first one arm and then the other to the edge of the wheel. Within moments, her feet get the same treatment; but first, a man standing in the gap between the pads takes her legs and bends them up towards her chest. He slowly separates them sending one to the right and the other to the left. In this knee bent position, he pushes each leg down to the pad, where others secure her knees and then her ankles with leather straps.

Next to Bill, both Angel and Teneka moan in abandonment as they simultaneously bring each other off. Any other time Bill's attention would be totally on these two beautiful creatures next to him. However, concern for his wife, even though he is in no position to do anything about it, commands his attention to the events unfolding on the floor below.

Suddenly all the commotion on the floor dies away. Almost everyone sits down, except for eight men that circle the wheel. Slowly the drum begins to beat once more and so does the pounding of the feet. The man standing at his wife's feet, takes one and passes it to the man to his right. The wheel begins to turn slowly as the second man passes the foot to the third and so on. 

The crowd begins to chant. It is hard for Bill to understand. He listens more intensely, trying to ignore the screams of passion next to him. Listening it begins to come to him. "Spin her fast. Who will fuck her at last? Spin her fast! Who will fuck her at last?"

As her feet come around to the first man again, he takes hold and gives her one good hard push. Spinning rapidly now, all the men step back as the crowd breaks into clapping, whistles and yelling. Around and around, his wife spins. As the momentum starts to wane the crowd chants again, "Slowly she spins. Who will have his way with her? Slowly she spins. Who will have his way with her?"

"Kind of reminds you of spin the bottle, don't you think?" Teneka whispers in his ear, jarring him back to his reality. He had not even noticed that Teneka and Angel had finished their little game. "I think it's time you got a little closer look at the festivities. Don't you?" When Bill didn't answer, she grabbed his cock, gently this time and continued, "But first, I think I need a little demonstration on how well this nice pole of yours operates." 

Before Bill can protest, Teneka has swung herself up and over his stomach, straddling his cock. Taking him in her hand again, she slides the head through the folds of her pussy. She slides it back and forth a couple times, issuing out a slight 'owe' every time the head crosses her clit. Then holding it tight she guides it to her entrance, settling right down on it. Wiggling, she works its entire length deep into her cunt. Once settled, she begins to rock back and forth, driving it even a little deeper as she pushes her clit down hard on his pelvic mound.

Suddenly there is a loud cheer from the gym floor. Bill stretches his neck to his right, trying to look around Teneka in order to see what is happening to his wife on the floor. "What's happening now?" Bill shouts, still stretching to see.

Teneka uses her thighs to jerk them both over to her right a little bit, affording him a better view. She says, "Well just like in spin-the-bottle, the open end points to the guy who gets kissed next. In this case, your wife's wide-open pussy is pointing at – let me see – I think that's Sam Warren. Oh, yeah! Your wife's going to like Sam. He's got a nice fat cock. A lot fatter than yours, honey. 

"So, anyway, just like in spin-the-bottle the man lucky enough to get the open end pointing at him gets picked. Unlike spin-the-bottle, in which the spinner gets to kiss the person picked by the bottle, the one picked gets to fuck the bottle. Although, I believe the real winner is the bottle."

"Take her Sam! Fill her full of jam!" the crowd begins to chant again as Sam wiggles up tight between Bill's wife's legs. "Take her Sam! Fill her full of jam!" 

"They're getting little better with their rhyming." Teneka acknowledges.

Sam takes himself in hand and bends just slightly at the knees to be level with her gap. He slides the head of his cock up through the length of her slit. Even from the stage, it is easy to see when he reaches her clit. She throws her head back, gasps silently and sucks her lower lip into her mouth, her teeth digging into the skin below. He drags his cock down through her extended lips and right back up. Again, her head shoots back, only this time she shouts, "Fuck me! Just – Fuck me!"

"Sam is such a tease. Don't you think?" Teneka jokes, off handedly, as if trading comments with a close friend.

"Come on! Let me loose! This has gone far enough!" Bill screams with anger.

"Not nearly far enough, my dear," Teneka responds in the same tone as if Bill were asking her a question, rather than demanding release.

Turning her head to the crowd, Teneka yells, "Jim! Get your ass up here!"

Jim is still sitting down on the couches Bill and Angel had occupied earlier. Hearing her call, he is on his feet immediately, scrambling to get up on the stage. Upon arriving, almost out of breath, he bows and says, "At your service, Madame."

"Go down to the dungeon and summon two of your guards. We need to get these two slaves into the stocks so they can witness the proceedings up close and personal." She demands.

"As you command, my Lady," he bows, turns and runs off as fast as he came to do her bidding.

"In the mean time, I'm going to get myself off on this wonderful cock of yours." She says matter-of-factly in the same calm voice as before. Bending forward, she braces herself up above him by stretching out her arms to either side of his head. Her huge breasts dangle provocatively just above his face.

At any other time, Bill would be enjoying this immensely; but at this moment, all he wants is off this bed so he can try to explain things to his wife. "Let me loose!" He demands again.

"Shut the fuck up slave!" She demands shrilly. "You're beginning to bore me." Leaning further forward, she covers his nose, mouth and chin with her right breast. "Suck on this a while! Start thrusting that hard cock of yours up into my cunt. Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want to cum again! Make me cum, like your sweet Angel made me cum."

"Angel. Did you enjoy eating my pussy?" Teneka asks, returning to that soft sweet voice, as she starts riding Bill's cock with more intensity. Determining that he is not getting loose anytime soon, Bill sucks in her nipple, working his lips across the rough surface of her areola. Simultaneously, he begins thrusting up slightly into her pussy, every time she pushes down on him. 

"I didn't like it much at first..." Angel admitted, "but, once we got going... especially when you started..."

"You like that soft, female tongue, eh." Teneka interrupted.