0 comments/ 56082 views/ 1 favorites Guest of Honor By: EZPeter Sara woke up feeling that something was different. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in her room, then reached out for Jack, but that side of the bed was empty. That was what was different. She was fully awake now and beginning to remember last night. After almost two years together they had called it quits. Exactly what the problem between them was, neither of them was sure, but neither of them had been happy in the relationship for the past few months. Sara felt sad as she thought of the breakup, but there was also a part of her that felt free. She could do what she liked, when she liked and with whom she liked! Maybe that had been the problem with Jack and her, they both tended to be possessive. "When will you be home? Where are you going? Why didn't you call? Who was that person you were talking to?" came from both of them too often. As she brewed her coffee, she thought of her time with Jack. It had been very nice to have someone like him to be with. He was a kind and considerate young man and, God knows , he was a great fuck! He made her cum eating her, fucking her and once by just nibbling on her ear! Ok, she had been playing with her clit at the same time! However, in the last few months she had felt as if they were in a rut; a nice rut to be sure, but a rut none the less. How she was going to replace the sex part of her life was of little concern. Sara had no doubt that she was sexually attractive and besides she had access to an amazing selection of "toys" where she worked. She had a job at an upscale sex boutique, which rented and sold carefully selected porn movies, sold dildos, vibrators, condoms and in general assisted their customers in developing good sexual relations. She enjoyed her job and felt that her interest in the sexual side of life made her effective in helping her customers. Today her shift started at 11:00 AM, so she was in no hurry to leave her apartment. After finishing her second cup of coffee, she laid the clothes she would wear on her bed and threw her PJ's in the laundry. When she entered the bathroom she saw her naked body in the full length mirror and turn to look at what the mirror revealed. What she saw was a shorter than average, healthy, cute body with tits that fit with the rest of her. She brought her hands up to cup her tits and let her fingers gently message her nipples. Then her hands slide down her body, one hand opened her cunt while with the other she stroked her inner lips and clit. "God that feels good", she thought, as she continued to tease her cunt with her fingers. "Stop it;", she said aloud to herself. " you must stop it before you need your dildo and vibrator and use up the entire morning." She liked her body and the pleasure it gave her! She smiled at herself in the mirror, then stepped into the shower. She arrived at work in a good mood and her day progressed nicely. She had a lot of customers, many of whom were very interesting, and her sales were excellent. Sara watched a lot of porn movies and consider herself, if not an expert, at least an enthusiastic and knowledgeable amateur. She enjoyed discussing the movies she had seen with her customers and she was sure that they also enjoyed it. As closing time neared, Sara felt good about her life. Ten minutes before lock-the-door time three young people, lead by a strikingly beautiful young women, walked into the store. They were laughing and talking among themselves as they approached the counter where Sara was reviewing the days sales. "Hi, I'm April and these hunks are Mark and Eric. We need a good porn movie, what do you suggest?" Sara looked at the three for the first time and was struck by their good looks and their friendly manner. April was about 5' 6" , auburn hair, slender with prominent tits, wearing a loose blouse and no bra. Mark looked to be around 5' 10" with broad shoulders and narrow waist and a very nice smile. Eric was dark haired, maybe approaching 6' tall, 180 pounds with a serious but very sexy look. Sara was impressed by the clothes they wore and the confidence they apparently felt. She too felt confident since she knew that she was very competent in recommending porn movies. " Hi! I'm Sara. The titles we have are here in this counter. Why don't you look at the descriptions and ask me about them? I have seen most of them and can tell you what they 're about." As April leaned over the counter to look, Sara saw her tits completely exposed. They were, as she had expected, gorgeous. She was surprised by how aroused she was by April's tits. Mark leaned near April and appeared to study the movie titles but Sara was convinced he was studying her. She was glad that she had worn a low cut blouse which showed off her tits. To be sure Mark didn't miss anything, she leaned over the counter as far as she could. Mark did not miss the opportunity! Eric had stepped back and was observing the actions of Sara, April and Mark. Sara noted a bulge in his jeans which indicated that he appreciated the sexual tensions which were building. On Sara's recommendation they selected an Anna Malle movie and after some more chit-chat started to leave. At the door, April turned to Sara and said, "Hey, we are going to that little bar across the street for a drink or two, as soon as you get closed here come on over, I would love to get to know you better." Sara started to say that she needed to get home--then she realized that she didn't need to do anything and said "I would love to come over. I'll be finished here in a few minutes." She hurried through her closing procedures, locked the door and headed across the street. She walked into the bar and saw the three of them at the same time they saw her. Mark got up and came to meet her. "I'm glad you came." he said, as he escorted her to their table. After a minute or two and many "Hi's" and "I'm glad you came's " Sara was seated between Mark and Eric with a glass of wine in her hand. The conversation was typical, many questions about what do you do? where do you live? What are your plans? etc. Sara enjoyed it immensely! She felt that her three new friends really liked her and were genuinely interested in her. Both Eric and Mark were obviously sexually attracted to her, which gave her self esteem a nice boost! While Sara lusted after those two nice male bodies, April got most of her attention and thoughts. After the second round of drinks, competing plans broke up the session and everyone headed off to other interests. Sara drove home to her apartment with mixed feelings. On one hand she though it may be lonely with out Jack, but on the other hand she had some new relationships on her mind which Jack would not understand at all! Sara got ready for bed early and started to read a book she had been working on for a long time. Tonight she found reading boring and put one of her favorite fuck movies in the VCR and stretched out on the bed. Although she had seen this movie twice it still aroused her. Soon she had removed here PJ's and retrieved her dildo and vibrator from the drawer of the night stand. She lay on the bed, spread her legs wide and brought her knees up, opening herself for the dildo which slide easily into her very wet cunt. She brought the vibrator to her clit and within a few minutes was cumming as her favorite porn star took a load of cum from a large cock in her mouth while an attractive woman ate her cunt. Winding down from a very nice cum she thought, "If this is being alone, I like it!" The next day Mark returned the movie and chatted with Sara for a few minutes before he returned to work. He told Sara that April planned to stop by later that day to talk about some plans for the coming weekend. The look he gave her as he left was one of pure lust! Sara shivered in delight and anticipation. April walked in at closing time and asked if she could talk to Sara when the door was locked. Since it was closing time Sara locked the door and turn to April asking, "OK, what's so secret?" Well, I want to ask you something and if I 'm totally off base I want you to forget I ever asked, OK?" Sara nodded agreement. "We, that is Mark, Eric and I, want to invite you to a special party Saturday night. Does that interest you?" April said quickly. Sara suspected that she knew but asked, "What is special about this party?" "Its an orgy, you know group sex, fucking and sucking---stuff like that." April replied. Even though Sara had been expecting something like this she was still slow to respond. "Oh God, I hope I haven't offended you! I really want this and Mark and Eric may never talk to me if I've screwed this up!" April said. Sara was excited by the invitation and told April that she had never done group sex but that she was ready to try it. She asked what they did at their orgies. "Anything weird? Painful?" April assured her that they were "fuck, suck, eat cunt and kiss kind of people and that a no meant no at any time, from anyone. Sara could just watch or participate in any way she wished. "But please don't not come" she pleaded. Both Mark and Eric have had stiff cocks since they met you and I have some personal thoughts also!" April told Sara the time and place and made one more intense plea for her to be there. By the time Sara arrived home she had decided to go. She called April and told her that she would definitely be there. April was thrilled and said that Mark and Eric would be even more thrilled. Sara found her next thought funny. What to wear to an orgy! Fortunately, her store carried an extensive line of sexy clothing. There was one wrap-around dress that would be perfect. It was a robe which warped around the body to look like an elegant dress, but when the belt was removed it opened like like the robe that it was. With her discount it was very affordable. By Saturday at 6:00 PM Sara was nervous and horny in anticipation of the party. She had imagined her three new friends naked and fucking each other but she had not gotten a clear mental picture of herself fucking tonight. She needed to relax. A drink and a very hot bath would do the trick! One of the nicest parts of her apartment was the large Jaccuzzi Tub in the bathroom. She started the water running and then mixed a large Gin and Tonic. When the tub was full enough she slipped into the water and made herself relax. She often used the Jacuzzi jet on her clit to give herself a nice cum, but not tonight; she knew she would need all of her sexual energy for the orgy. She loved the sound of that! The bath was a good idea! Sara lost track of time but she noticed that the water was cooling and decided to get out. Why the thought came to her she had no idea, but she got her razor and shaving gel and, sitting on the edge of the tub, began to shave her cunt. It was more difficult than she thought it would be but in a few minutes her cunt was as smooth as a baby's butt! She got up and stood in front of the mirror; she thought it looked strange, but she felt very sexy! She applied some Eros oil to her inner and outer lips and was pleased with the feel. She was beginning to feel ready for anything an orgy could offer! Minimum make up and a simple hair arrangement and she was ready to get dressed. She wrapped her wrap-around around her neat body and stepped into her shoes. A final look in the mirror convinced her that she was finished. Wearing no underwear was a real turn on, no one could resist her! It was time to leave and she was nervous again, but she was also aroused in a way that she had never been. Sara was ready! The drive to April's apartment took less than 15 minutes, during which time Sara became more aroused and less nervous. She found a parking spot right in front of the door and was ringing the bell seconds later. When April opened the door Sara was overwhelmed by how sexy she looked. She was wearing a short robe of white silk with yellow trim which complemented her auburn hair perfectly! As Sara entered the room, April wrapped her arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Sara was surprised but thrilled. Without consciously thinking about it Sara had been hoping that April would want to have some physical intimacy with her. Sara returned the kiss with her lips parted and April responded by darting her tongue into Sara's mouth. When Sara regained her composure she looked around the room. It was a large living room with nice furniture. In the center of the room was a table which looked like the examining tables in a doctor's office. "OK, I give up what is that?" Sara inquired. "Its a massage table that Eric borrowed from the gym where he works out and you will see later why its here." April offered. "Where are the guys?" Sara asked as she looked around. "Next door in their apartment. I told them I wanted to be sure you were comfortable before they started waving those stiff cocks around!" April continued. "You are the guest of honor at our orgy tonight. That means that the three of us are going to do all we can to please you. When you leave here tonight we all want you to feel more fucked then you have ever felt. Does that sound good to you?" "God yes! You know, I was nervous about this night but now I'm just horny!" Sara replied. "OK, time to call the guys and let them get a look at you. You looked good enough to eat, and I'm sure that will happen tonight!" April remarked, as she picked up the phone and dialed the apartment next door. Mark and Eric were at the door in less than a minute. They both wore beach shorts and tee shirts and looked very, very sexy. In turn they each approached Sara and hugged her. Sara could feel their stiff cocks as they press against her body. Mark suggested that they open some champagne and relax for awhile. Sara found the champagne to be good and the chance to look at and talk to her.....what?, fuckers?, lovers?, partners?.... even better. After several glasses of champagne, April, who always seemed to be the one in charge, proclaimed, "Time to get naked! Sara, as the guest of honor, please remove your clothes and the guys will help you up on the the table. So that you won't be alone....everyone, clothes off!" Sara was deliberately slow so that she could see at least one of them naked before she committed her body. April was the first to disrobe, since all she had to do was release a belt. Mark and Eric were only seconds behind. As Eric bared his stiff cock, Sara released her belt and with a shrug, let her robe drop. During the next few seconds, everyone appraised everyone else's body and there was no disappointment in the room! Eric and Mark approached Sara, picked her up and lay her on the message table face down. Eric, who had said very little since Sara had met him, said "We are going to give you a massage, both for your pleasure and ours. If at any time you are not comfortable with what we are doing just say stop or no. Again, this for your pleasure. " Sara indicated her consent with a nod and, almost immediately, felt a warm lotion being poured on her back. The sensation of three pairs of hands massaging her body from the soles of her feet to the base of her skull was more sensual than she thought possible. She decided to close her eyes and just feel what was happening to her. Someone was applying oil to the inside of her thighs almost to her cunt. Other hands were massaging her shoulders and under her arms to her tits. Then six hands turned her over as if she were floating on air and the warm oil was applied to her tits and her thighs. There was a pause in the massage for a few seconds and then the hands were confined to her tits and cunt. She chose not to open her eyes to see who was doing such a wonderful job caressing her cunt; she was sure it was April. She felt male hands gently rubbing her nipple and massaging her tits. She reached out to find the hard cocks she knew were there. On her right she grasped a very rigid cock which seemed to her to be slim and long, while on her left an equally stiff cock seemed to be thicker than average. She peeked to see that it was Eric with the long one and Mark with the thick one. As she stroked the hard cocks, Mark and Eric put their arms under each leg and lifted back and out. She could feel her cunt open and then she felt warm breath on her outer lips. April was going to eat her! Her body tensed as April's tongue licked the length of her cunt then stopped at her clit. Her tongue flicked at her clit, her lips squeezed it and gently rolled it back and forth. Sara lost track of the details and lost herself in the pleasure of being eaten by a gorgeous woman. She was just about to cum, when April stopped and said, "Phase two." Eric and Mark gently let her legs down on each side of the table and slide her up so that her head was no longer on the table but was supported by Eric's hands. He let her head down slowly and she peeked to see what was happening. She was looking at Eric's nuts and cock just a few inches away from her face! Sara felt someone get on the table between her legs and then felt the tip of a cock slip into her cunt. It paused for a moment then slowly penetrated her until she was completely filled with a thick, rock hard cock! As soon as Mark filled her cunt Eric's cock was pressing to enter her mouth. Sara opened eagerly to let Eric's stiff cock slide into her mouth as she felt April sucking on her tits. She was over whelmed with sensations! This was fucking at its best! With her head back the way it was her mouth and throat were in a line. She took a deep breath, tried to relax her throat then reached her hands around to Eric's ass and pulled him closer. He knew what she wanted and slowly pressed forward until his nuts were at her lips. Sara fought the gag reflex for a few seconds, then her throat relaxed. With her hands on his hips she signaled him to fuck her throat! God, that was exciting! When she needed a breath, she pushed him back and he withdrew so that she could take another breath. She was also aware that her cunt was being nicely fucked and her tits were tingling with pleasure! Eric said, quietly, " I'm cummimg ,OK?" Sara nodded yes and felt her throat and mouth over flowing with his load. Cum ran from her mouth and dripped down her cheeks. As Eric finished cumming Sara sucked hard on his cock, hoping to repay some of the intense pleasure he had given her. He withdrew his softening cock from her mouth and she was free to swallow and clear her mouth of cum. Mark paused for a moment while April and Eric moved Sara down the table so that her head was once more supported. While Eric took one leg and one tit, April took the others. Sara was once again spread wide and Mark picked up where he had stopped. Sara was now concentrating only on her cunt and Mark's wonderful cock! Within a few minutes Sara was cumming as she had never cum before. She began chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me......." until she was cumming so hard she couldn't talk. As she finished Mark's cock exploded with cum. When he drove deep into her cunt, his cum was forced out of her cunt. She could feel it on the inside of her thighs and running toward her ass. Mark made one final push and paused deep inside her. He stayed there until he began to soften and then slowly withdrew. Sara was lying on the table feeling like a sensitive piece of jello! Ever little current of air that touched her clit or tits sent shivers through her body. She opened her eyes to see April's face a few inches from her's. April put her hands on Sara's cheeks and kisses her with a long, slow kiss. "If you can walk, let's go shower." April whispered. When Sara's feet were on the floor her legs wouldn't hold her! Mark laughed as he caught her and helped her regain her balance. April supported her as they made their way to the shower. April had her arm around Sara, cupping one of her tits with her hand as they entered the bathroom. "Well, are you fucked yet?" she asked playfully. Sara just looked at her with a look of contentment and pleasure. Guest of Honor... Guest of Honor: A Real Treat After being asked to give a speech at the end of season tennis banquet at one of the local high schools I pondered what I would wear and what I would say to the young ladies on the team. Their coach had informed me that only the seven seniors would be attending the banquet along with her. I was nervous, the coach was gorgeous, in her early 40's, sexy and oh so irresistible. I wanted to be a success and wondered if the athletes who were going to be in attendance would be every bit as sexy as their coach. After taking a shower and putting on a bit of make-up, I looked through my clothes searching for what to wear. I chose a black nylon stretch bra, one that allows my curves to be shown and gives support while still allowing for a subtle bounce with each step. The lace accents along the top of the bra made me feel sexy. I then put on a black thong, with lace accents, and a little black bow in the middle of the waist band. I giggled a bit as I looked in the mirror at myself. I loved the way I looked in black underwear. I then went to the closet and chose to wear my sage two-piece suit. I first slipped on the skirt, slowly sliding it up and over my hips, zipping the zipper in back and adjusting it until it fit just right. the skirt stopped just short of my knees, professional, yet sexy. I then grabbed the matching double-breasted jacket. Slipping into it, fastening the buttons, and adjusting myself so that it looked just right. I then slipped on a pair of low heel pumps, and walked to my upright mirror to make certain I looked just right for the evening ahead. I imagined what it would be like standing in front of the girls and their coach, not wanting to appear stupid, or boring to them. I was learning to deal with my fear of speaking in front of an audience and knew a room with a few young ladies shouldn't be a problem for me. I also found myself thinking about each of the athletes. I am bi-sexual, something I came to complete terms with my freshman year in the dorms on campus. These girls being seniors in high school, just three years younger than myself, would certainly be in the class of cute, but I wondered who was the prettiest. As I drove to the banquet, I continued to hash out my speech, saying the usual things about being glad to be a the guest speaker, how much I enjoyed my days as a student athlete, the hard work put into it. All the basic things you hear during the coarse of a speech. I also thought about the girls, their coach, and how their eyes would be fixed to me the entire time I spoke. I felt both warm inside and a bit apprehensive. When I arrived, I was immediately greeted by their coach, Bethany. She was gorgeous and dressed very formal, but sexy. She gave me a very nice tight hug and then thanked me for being on time. I then followed her into the room where the banquet was being held. I was the first to arrive and wondered where the girls were. She explained that she gave me an earlier time to arrive so that we could chat. As we talked she told me that each girl in attendance was a wonderful individual. Each having their own list of admirable characteristics that set themselves apart from the others. As she talked I couldn't help but notice the way she seemed to talk about them in a manner far more personal than that of just a coach. I was about to ask her a very personal question on the matter when in walked the first girl. Immediately Bethany stood up and introduced me to her. Before me stood Lisa, brown hair, extremely physically fit, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her tone, firm legs. I shook her hand as she smiled and blushed a bit. She was very cute, wearing a black pullover jumper, with a white short-sleeve tee beneath it. She had a nice amount of leg showing and I could only imagine what she had on beneath her outer clothing. She was so pretty with her hair pulled down, and I tried not to be to obvious in my glimpses of her. As we chatted I learned she also ran track, which explained why her legs looked so lovely. I longed to touch her sweet, tender body. My mind was full of ideas for the two of us. Next to arrive was Keisha, a mixed oriental, she was very petite, and very pretty. Her body was compact and she had jet black hair that ran down her back. I was mesmerized by her beauty and as I looked her over, checking out her wonderful features I was amazed at how turned on I was getting. I tried to get a hold of myself, but it wasn't easy for me to do. It didn't help that Keisha was wearing a blue stretch blouse, and that she had left the top three buttons un-done. I couldn't help but see her white lace bra beneath, and the cleavage from her wonderful little breasts. Her black skirt showed even more leg than Lisa's, causing a flame to shoot through my body and end between my legs. As I chatted about tennis and volleyball with Keisha, my attention shifted to yet another sexy young lady. Jackie stood before me with brown hair, a swimmer, and was owner of the perfect body. I remember her type from junior high and high school. She was the girl everyone looked at in the showers. We all wanted to be just like her. She was so sexy, and she knew it. Her confidence exited her body in her every motion. As I shook her hand I looked her over closely. She wore a pink sleeveless turtleneck and a white short skirt. I could see a subtle glimpse of her panties beneath, making me long to rip her clothes right off of her. Her pink bra strap was sliding down her arm and as she lifted her hand each time to place it back beneath her top, her belly, and more importantly her naval showed. I had the sudden urge to sprint to the restroom and fiddle myself before I met any more of the girls but more kept arriving. In walked a blonde bombshell, with huge melons for tits. I wondered how she could possibly play tennis or any other sport without them getting in the way. The rest of her body was very attractive as well, but it was her tits that kept her a fan favorite. As I shook her hand she introduced herself as Cindy, and she had a great smile. She was wearing pink, sleeveless one piece outfit that showed off a lot of leg. The outfit zipped in back, the skirt falling over her nice round ass, and her bra, strapless, didn't cover all of her breasts. A nice amount of cleavage was easily seen by all who looked. As she walked, I noticed that her panties made a V between her legs, making me long to see what she looked like in the raw. As my mind raced out of control, in walked yet another lovely young lady. The coach whispered in my ear softly, "this one is family," then introduced me to Tracie, a daughter of an. She was so cute, long brown hair, pretty little doe eyes, and a track runner in the spring. She was so hot, her every expression making me long to just hug her for hours. She was the type of young lady you wanted to make love to and then just cuddle with for hours on end. I envisioned her in my arms, her every breath felt against my body as she slept in my arms. I couldn't just shake her hand, I had to give her a nice squeeze. Amazingly she responded by opening her arms and gave me the hug I longed for. Her burgundy blouse, long-sleeved, top two buttons un-fastened, was made of silk, making her feel as if she hardly had a stitch of clothing on. The thin material allowed me to feel her wonderful curves pressed against me. Her skirt, a bit longer than the others, still showed off her sexy legs and her nice, perfect little ass. My panties were drenched, and I still had two girls to meet. The girls coach just smiled at me, I was flustered and could hardly talk as in walked yet another sexy girl. Her name was Danielle, she was also a softball and volleyball player. She too had brown hair, and her build was slightly bigger than the rest. She had the large tits that so many softball players have. The ones that you long to take in your mouth and suck on for ever and a day. Her nipples stuck out in her pretty outfit, a green silk top, and a bra that had to be a thin fabric in content. Her nipples were large, and I longed to see more of them. She was wearing a black skirt, and her legs were tone, not quite as firm as the others, but still very pretty. My mind was full of nasty thoughts, and I shifted a little as I turned to meet the final young lady. I was met by Allison, a slim girl with very long dark brown hair, firm tits, a truly sexy package. She had a one-piece, gray outfit that highlighted her wonderfully slim and tone body. Her bra strap was falling from her shoulder just a bit and I reached out and placed it back on her shoulder, quickly stating, "I hate it when that happens, hope you don't mind me fixing it." Her smile was a sweet as any I had ever seen and when I shook her hand I noticed she was trembling. I smiled and welcomed her, congratulating her on attending the banquet and being a student athlete. As I looked the girls over I knew there would be a sexy gal or two, but to meet seven of the prettiest girls at the tender age of 18, all in one night, that was more than I thought I could handle. As I made my way to the table where the girls were sitting I chatted with their coach. I was asked if I liked what I saw and all I could do was shake my head up and down. I was internally trying to get a grip. I was having sexual overload, my mind and body racing wildly out of control. The night was no longer a simple dinner and a speech, it was much more. I excused myself from the table, walking to the bathroom, entering a stall, closing the door,lifting my skirt, lowering my panties, sitting down on the stool and relieving myself. I took several pieces of toilet paper, drying myself from both the urine I had secreted and the hot liquid of lust and desire that gathered in my panties from the sight of each sexy athlete I had just met. As I flushed the stool, standing up and adjusting my apparel, in walked Bethany and asked if I was ok. I said I was and looked myself in the mirror. As I did, she moved behind me, placing her hand on my shoulder and moving in close to me, her breasts pressed against my back. Her hand slid down the front of my jacket and stopped directly at the top of my left breast. As she slowly slid her hand inside my jacket, she leaned forward with her head, planting a soft, wet kiss on my neck as her hand made contact with my right breast, giving a subtle squeeze. I moaned softly as she then leaned in and whispered in my ear, "The girls will do as you say, they love you, trust your instincts, that is why you are hear tonight." With that she removed her hand, turned and walked out of the bathroom. My hands fell forward, breathing heavy, I leaned against the counter, getting a grip on the situation. What did she mean by her comment. What was I to do, part of me wanted to run from the banquet, but the rest of me wanted to stay. I ran my hands through my hair, fixing it, then with a pull on my jacket, and a twist or two to my skirt, headed back to the dinner table. A few words were said and we got up, walked through the food line that was prepared earlier and then sat back down at the table. The girls talked a bit as we ate, laughing and giggling as they talked amongst themselves. A few of them asked me some questions about my background and I tried to be as honest as possible. A couple of times I looked to their coach for encouragement, receiving a smile as if to say, "Your doing fine honey, just answer them, they like you." I felt very confident and listened to each of them carefully as they chatted. At the conclusion of dinner we got up, refilled our glasses and put our dishes on the table next to the buffet. We then walked to a row of chairs that were facing a podium. Bethany went to the podium and began to speak, She thanked each girl for coming, and told of my background in women's tennis as well as the fact that I had ran track and cross-country in high school. The girls looked over at me as she spoke, each making me feel so wonderful inside. My mind drifted off to a place so full of fantasy, thinking of each of them. I hardly heard the coach's request for me to stand and join her at the podium. I could hear a couple of girls giggle as I looked up a little flustered, trying to get a grip over my feelings and I stood and walked to the front. As the coach made her way back to her seat, I waited for her to sit down. As I began my speech with the all to familiar, "I want to thank you for having me as your speaker..." I noticed that Bethany first crossed her legs, then un-crossed them, spreading them a bit wider than most would, letting me catch a glimpse of her panties beneath. I thought to myself, stumbling through a couple of words, "Oh my god, she is trying to get me excited as I talk to these young ladies." I continued through my speech, trying not to let on that I was so turned on by each of them staring at me. I looked out at them, noticing that beneath their skirts, some shorter than others, I could see a lot of tender flesh. No matter how much I talked, I couldn't keep my thoughts on the topic of tennis and women's athletics. I constantly gazed out at them, taking in their beauty. I saw Keisha, then Jackie, Lisa, Cindy, Tracie, Danielle, followed by Allison, all looking straight back at me. Each smiling sometimes shifting there cute little asses in their seats as I talked. It was beginning to become very difficult to continue with my current train of thought. Suddenly all the lust, anxiety, rage, sexuality, and intensity of the moment took hold of me and I stepped away from the podium. As if in a trance, I walked to the chair I had been seated in several minutes earlier and grabbed it, placing it in front of them and taking a seat. Each girl was now sitting before me, a puzzled look on their face as I looked them over. My legs parted, taking no care to adjust my skirt, allowing each girl to see my black thong beneath. I wanted them to see, to judge their reactions to what they saw. I could see one after the other peer down at my panties, looking at my legs, their eyes fixed on my cunt. My dripping wet, soaked shaved cunt that longed to be massaged, licked, and sucked on. I leaned back in the chair, asking if they had any questions for me about what I had said during my speech. This time it was they who were speechless, them who could not respond when called on to react. I giggled as I though to myself, "Just minutes ago ladies it was you who laughed when I didn't stand and walk to the podium when called on, now which of you will get a hold of yourself and ask a question?" I peered over at their coach who was smiling a seductive grin as she nodded in approval of what I was doing. I became very bold, lifting my skirt higher up my thighs, then asking, "You ladies wouldn't be staring at my panties would you?" My hand slid between my legs, rubbing my hot, juicy pussy through my thong. My other hand sliding inside my jacket, fondling my breast through my bra as I moaned softly. I could hear Tracie take a deep breath as I touched myself. I looked over at her smiling, as she made eye contact, her face blushing as she shifted a bit in her seat, biting her lip childishly. The next to make a bit of a noise was Keisha, leaning forward, taking an even closer look at my groin. I spread my legs further, tracing my pussy lips with my fingers, rubbing my slit up and down. I looked to Jackie next, the sex goddess, wondering if she liked what she saw and could see her jaw wide open, her stomach moving in and out as she took small breaths. The other girls were doing much of the same, eyes fixed to me, watching my every move. I looked to the coach who motioned as if to say, "You have their full attention, go for it." I lifted my ass up off the chair, removing my panties quickly, tossing them at the feet of Allison. My shaved pussy was now seen by all in the room. As I masturbated for them, running my fingers up and down my juicy cunt, circling my clit and moaning softly I looked to Allison who was staring first at my snatch, then down at my panties. I continued to masturbate, inserting a finger into my pussy as my other hand moved from inside my jacket to my waist, rubbing my clitoris, making me even wetter. I nodded my approval at Allison as she reached down and took my panties in her hands. I said softly through several sensual moans, "smell and pass girls, just like show and tell when you were in grade school." Allison lifted my panties to her face, taking in my hot, musky odor, twitching in her seat, as she then passed them to Danielle. She took in a huge sniff, smiling as her eyes closed. Lisa grabbed them from her quickly, taking a smell and moaning, causing me to slip a second finger inside my dripping pussy lips. My crotch was on fire as I watched the girls smell my damp panties. Keisha was next, taking a quick smell, as if not to be seen doing so, but knowing she wanted to the entire time. Next was Cindy, she took several quick sniffs, then quickly handed the over to Jackie. I watched as Jackie placed my panties to her nose, the full crotch line directly over her nostrils and inhaled. Watching what had to be the sexiest girl in the entire senior class sniff my panties sent a whole new rush of blood to my pussy, causing me to slip a bit in the chair. I leaned back, spreading my legs wide, slipping a third finger inside my swollen pussy, my little butthole now exposed as I circled my clit with my other hand. I moaned loudly as the first orgasm rushed through my stomach and escaped out of my body. I watched as Jackie rolled her tongue over my panties, she was actually tasting my pussy juice, sucking my juices from the soft material. That caused a second orgasm to explode within me. I watched as Tracie took the panties from Jackie, so sweet and sexy, as she placed them to her nose, rocking her hips back and forth. I knew I had made her cum with the smell of my panties and the sight of me masturbating in front of her and the others. She was so precious and I felt so happy for her, knowing she was such a sweet girl. Watching her little body shake and tremble as she smelled my scent drove me over the edge again and again, I was out of control. My three fingers digging deep in my pussy, my clit swollen hard, like a tiny little cock ready to be enjoyed by all. I closed my eyes and let my body go, ripping off another orgasm, so intense that I nearly fell out of the chair. I could hear the girls breathing hard, the coach now sniffing my panties as they had done earlier. I was nearing the point where if something didn't give, I would soon pass out. I slowed down, letting two fingers escape my pussy, only rubbing my clit softly as I rotated my hips a bit, the seat of the chair covered in my girl cum. I looked out at my sweet, sexy on-lookers, their eyes fixed to my every move. I took my remaining finger from inside my pussy and held it up, motioning for Tracie to get up and walk to me. I dropped to my knees, not even noticing just how hard the floor was and lifted her skirt. I slid her panties down her legs and licked her pussy. She was soaked, her pussy trimmed, and she tasted so warm and wonderful. She moaned and came in no time, letting me taste her juices as her hips wiggled from side to side. I then motioned for Danielle who had already removed her panties entirely, as if to say, "Me next and its yours"...and I tasted her shaved pussy, so wet and full of warmth. My hands ran up her body, squeezing her melons as I licked her pussy, feeling her ooze with cum in just minutes. She tasted strong, very musky, and bitter, but in a wonderful way. Her pussy pressed into my face as I licked her clean, my face now covered in girl cum. Allison didn't have to even be asked, she was already up and on her way to me, smiling as I lifted her soft fabric, placing my tongue at the tip of her pussy and running down her slim pussy lips, diving inside. She was so slim and tasted so good, her hands grabbing my shoulders as I licked her beaver. She screamed out as she came for me, filling my face with her nectar, so wonderful in both taste and smell. Her pussy was hot, and her hips pushed into my face as she rocked against me. She fell down as she walked away, legs crossed, her hands rubbing herself, as Danielle comforted her. Guest of Honor... I quickly turned my attention to Lisa, and her tight package. She too had removed her panties, tossing them to the ground next to Allison and Danielle. She spread her legs, lifting her skirt and gave me full access to her bald pussy. I slid in, eating her like she was the main coarse. Her pussy juice mixed with the other that already coated my mouth, chin, neck and chest. My jacket was every bit as stained as Monica Lewinsky's only mine was with much better DNA. She was soaking wet and tasted great. As she climaxed her breathing was short, with a slight whimper. I absolutely loved it, slipping a hand back to my pussy, fiddling myself as she came again and again. As she walked away a little off balance, I looked at Cindy who was now standing, making her way towards me. She stood in front of me, looking down with a smile, a bit shy, as I nodded approval as she hiked her bottoms up. My tongue made contact with her pussy and she lunged forward, causing me to lick from her clit to her little butthole, all in one quick instant. She started to pull away embarrassed, but I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and licking my way back to her juicy cunt. She had quite a bit of hair, unusual for girls now a days, and it made for some entertaining licking. I could feel her pubic hair rolling around my mouth, but I continued, not wanting to make her feel badly. I licked and sucked her fat clit and she too came hard. Her pussy juice was thick and musky causing me to swallow hard as I ate her. She was trembling as I moved back from her, smiling up, my face covered in her wonderful nectar. Jackie was now the one making her way towards me. She walked with supreme confidence and grabbed my face pulling me into her crotch. She was obviously confident in her sexuality and knew the other girls would be in awe of her for just going for it. I could feel her hands pulling my hair as I licked her snatch. She was shaved, tasted every bit as good as she looked, and moved her hips up and down on me, fucking herself with my face. I loved it, and I wanted her to cum badly, wanting to lick and suck her pussy to climax, tasting her juices. She did just that, rewarding me with an incredible mixture of bitterness and sweetness, a combination lethal to a woman as excited and exposed as I was at that very moment. When Jackie stopped with the hair pulling and cumming, there was just one girl remaining. Keisha, and she had not moved from her seat an inch. I thought quickly back to my panties and the fact that she had only taken a quick sniff then passed them on. I wondered if I should even make an attempt to get her over to me. But the feeling of wanting to taste all of them controlled me and I motioned for her to walk towards me. She shook her head, tears in her eyes. I smiled back at her and told her it was alright, a couple of the girls doing the same. Hesitating a little, Keisha walked to me, and as I reached to lift her skirt she looked down at me, more tears in her eyes. I smiled and lifted her skirt further, seeing beneath her panties was a tampax, her time of the month no doubt her reason for being scared to walk up to me. It didn't stop me, sliding her panties down as I had done for the others, removing her tampax and rolling my tongue over her clit. She fell forward, moaning loudly as her hands grabbed my shoulders. Her strong musky, tangy, and very bitter, salty flavor, no doubt a mixture of blood and cum exited her tight pussy. She came in no time, my face covered in her fluids. I was so out of control, eating a girl out during her period was a first, my tongue racing over her clit as she came again and again. I reached down grabbing her panties, using them to wipe my face off as she regained control of herself. I was now consumed by the fact that as I looked out at the girls, some now back in their seats, others lying on the ground looking at me, I was not only the guest of honor at a banquet, but the house slut. I felt un-easy not knowing what to say. Bethany quickly stood, walking over to me, holding all the girls panties in her hands. She bent down, giving me a deep, warm, and passionate kiss as she placed her hand in mine, helping me to stand up. My knees were cherry red from the carpet. I could feel the pain from being on the ground for so long. I needed to clean up in the worst way. My neck, upper chest and jacket covered in girl juices. Bethany thanked each of the girls and myself for attending the banquet and then handed me the panties she held in her hand. She said, "Smell and tell Amanda, you must return these to their rightfull owners....but first a blindfold is needed." I couldn't believe what was happening. As she placed the blindfold around my eyes I wondered to myself if I could guess right. The first pair I held to my nose were Keisha's, no doubt about it. Strong odor of combined fluids, smelled of period and cum, I called out her name and she took them from me. The next panties I smelled were not nearly as strong. I guessed Allison and was again correct. Confident I took another pair up to my nose and inhaled. A strong musky scent was clearly noticeable and I guessed Danielle and was correct. The next pair of panties was moist, a light scent of musk and I guessed Tracie, remembering just how wonderful and sweet she tasted. I was correct again and moved on, surprised out how right I had been so far. As I sniffed the fifth pair of panties I could sense a sticky presence, and a strong odor within the fabric of the panties and of the three girls remaining guessed Cindy and was right again. Jackie or Lisa was all that remained, and as I sniffed the two panties I quickly knew the difference. Jackie's pussy had tasted both bitter and sweet, just as the panties I held in my right hand. I was correct and sniffed Lisa's one more time before handing hers back to her too. When the blindfold was removed from my head I couldn't even look up at the girls. My legs were shaking, my black panties lying on the floor all alone. The coach wished all well on their next athletic endeavor and Jackie quickly spoke up, "I say we get her for the swim team banquet too coach!" This made me smile, knowing the girls had as good a time as I did. I started to walk away as the girls filed towards the bathroom, no doubt freshening up a bit after what had transpired. Bethany took my hand again, squeezing it she said, "Not so fast, you are going home with the coach tonight!" This caused a rush of energy to flood back into my body. The fun was not yet over, and I could hardly wait. Guest of Honor Dearest reader, I chronicle these humiliations at the demand of my master whose sole purpose in life seems to be to induce in me the greatest hysteria and humiliation his villainous mind can dream of. You can understand that as the doorman knocked at my chamber, announcing the arrival of the carriage, it was not only my heart that was aflutter. It was well known that my husband, the Viscount, was currently visiting the Northern Territories, and was not expected back for some days. As was our custom, my master, the Dauphin had sent the coach for me this evening. It is required that as I ride, I adjust my petticoats so that I sit with my bare buttocks and neither regions upon the saloon's leather seat. This not only results in the manufacture of the most unctuous of waters, but has also lead, by sheer association, to my helpless inability to avoid soiling my stockings every time I travel in this manner. On more than one occasion he has required the inspection of both my soiled wears and, my naughty cunny to provide evidence of my compliance with this outrageous demand. He sometimes even insists on doing the later in semi public locations in full view of the staff. This I find most humiliating, but I know that he derives great pleasure from it . Men called out as gates were opened and closed, then the carriage was slowed to a halt. It was most joyful for me to be greeted by my master in the courtyard. As was our custom, I kept my eyes downcast until he lifted my chin to receive his kiss. I could not conceal a blush as he told me, "You look delicious this evening my dove." I glanced around to see that I was now in the stony embrace of a large mansion. My master escorted me through a side entrance, held open by a valet. Descending some stairs, we strode in silence along a long corridor that opened upon a large well lit room. On the floor above I could hear a soiree in full attendance - the click of women's footwear and the regular patter of conversation. A chamber orchestra played. My master handed me a glass of wine. The room was empty, save for servants, though meticulously prepared for celebration. My thirst quaffed, my master lead me into the center of the room where had been arranged a festive archway. "Relax" he said, "my naughty pet is going to love this." With that, he lifted my right hand high above my head and fastened my wrist firmly into a leather cuff that was suspended by a strong chain from the arch. My heart began to race as he did the same with my left hand. Tugging on the restraints, my Master asked after my comfort. "As comfortable, that is, as you can be", he smirked. Drawing my attention upward, he then revealed a small white linen strand which he commanded I pull. In doing so, the mechanism produced a ringing in a bell attached to the strand. The ring was clearly heard on the floor above us, eliciting a momentary hush which was soon overtaken by conversation once more, markedly more excited than before the signal had rung out. My Master then fitted a silken mask over my eyes. It's clever design was such that I was unable to spy even out of it's sides. Moving behind me, he then clasped my ankles in cuffs I had not seen before. "Widen your stance", he ordered me, and I complied moving my feet out to the extremes of my shoulders. "wider!", he commanded with a tone that did not admit the possibility of resistance. Feeling vulnerable, I heard him working mechanism that rendered me unable to close my legs. His next command was not addressed to me; "Remove her garments." I detected the motion of two or more footmen stepping forward, they setting immediately to work. Cold steel blades cut the bindings of my bodice. Soon my breasts fell free from their restraints, dangling like tempting fruit as my master is fond of saying. I felt fingers along my legs and loins as these too were liberated. Soon enough, their work was finished, and in full humiliation I struggled at my restraints. The room's breezes now blew freely in modesty's temple. My master told me later that I was the vision of a siren, and my countenance moved even the footmen to lusty firmness which they bashfully attempted to hide. I heard my master approach and he embraced me from behind. His whispered command was that I ring the bell thrice. The result was a collective cheer from the gathered crowd above, and I could detect great excitement as the river of guests poured from the ballroom above. Musical instruments too could be heard taking new positions in the chamber. A hushed silence then fell all around me, replaced by the smell of perfume and the scent of smoke on the men. In my predicament, while my heart was fearful and my modesty was most degraded, my cunny was most active under the curls of my bush. She found the circumstances best addressed by drooling copiously. Try as I may to tame her most unseemly behavior, she would have none of it; she was simply beyond control. My cunny loved it even more when the lord of the manor commenced a most curious speech. His address was thus; "Good ladies and lords, it pleases me greatly to announce the evening's entertainment. The Dauphin has been so kind as to lend us his mistress for our grand festivities. He reports that she has served him well in her role, and is deserved of some pleasure." At this a murmur of agreement spread through the group. He continued; "Here you shall find arrayed all manner of feather, wand, sensory instrument, and dilettos of sundry sizes and shapes. We grant you the full range of her charms. As you can see she already quakes in anticipation. The only rule is thusly, as you have heard, she has access to a small bell which she may chime at will. Should she exercise this action, I charge you halt immediately." At this, the chamber orchestra roused and general merriment once again established itself throughout the hall. I tensed, expecting an immediate onslaught of probing fingers and groping hands, but as wicked a visage my imagination might produce, I remained undisturbed in my predicament. My mind even began to believe myself the victim of an evil dupe. After some time, I began to detect the arrival of different groups of revelers in my immediate vicinity. Betrayed by their fine perfume I became suddenly expert in detecting the proximity of high born women, or the animal like respiration of the men. In time, a group smelling sweet of the finest boutiques of the continent, began conduct not unlike that of commoners in a farmers market. Their touches assessing the succulence of my flesh. The paired globes of my breasts being carefully lifted and handled in the manner of testing fresh produce. My modesty then tested as the patrons visited the bazaars backstreets, parting the strong globes of my haunches to expose the sensitive pink bud hidden therein. This I found most humiliating, but small in comparison to their assessment of the emporiums finest wares which soused their fingers as they gently parted the surrounding protective layers. This produced in my visitors appreciative sighs as they abandoned me once more to veiled solitude. This short span was broken by the sudden touch of two well manicured fingernails that began a languid journey commencing at the base of my neck. The pleasure was like that of lightning bolts striking a solitary tree. The nails continued along my flanks, flowing onto the curve of my buttocks, and downward along my thighs. Hot breath bathed my shoulders as the hand met the limits of its travels. These actions did not go unnoticed by my delicate cunny who's response was to heat my belly in hunger. The fingers were joined by others, and so it was continued until my pleasure muddled thoughts could no longer maintain score of the assault. My only choice was to surrender, as my light sighs of pleasure joined with the music of the chamber. This sustained until all my defenses had melted. Appreciations were murmured, and my audience gave way to other guests of the manor. Shivers of pleasure continued to resonate in me as I was again cast aground in a warm sea, without touch. Unable to reach out, I was alone as my senses burned raw in the rooms thick air. I then felt upon my lips the caress of feathers. They traced my now open mouth, moved down along my neck, to make the soft skin of my chest the subject of their exploration. My petulant globes were awash in the circles described by these. Even my tender points, which now ached from their hardness, were not spared the exquisite cascade of the instruments. Here they lingered, my cunny babbling like an incoherent street beggar. Being subject to Newtonian law the nexus of the touches ambled downward. Though my restraints prevented me from closing my legs to conceal my innocent, though now drenched, charms, my cunny demanded I open even further to the delicious touches. Feathers now played over my hillocks and flanks and the mouth of my desire now opened like the shellfish sometimes brought ashore by fishermen in the southern coast. My lust of my wet loins perfumed the air as the feathers played in my hungry furrow. Without discernable order, feathers were now replaced by fingers, which conducted joint exploration of the provinces available to them. Behind me, my previously untouched passage now opened to warm oiled fingers that insinuated themselves into my intimate recess. Though humiliated, my delirious murmuring betrayed my pleasure as they moved within its narrows. As I again gained my self, a single finger gently assailed my most intimate temple, insistently petitioning for entry at my fleshy gates. The inflamed voice of my desire, already awakened to melody now began questing for the undeniable, and with this my interlocutor gained welcomed admission. My thrashing and sounding only steeled my tormentors. Meeting no resistance the finger traveled my depths, marshalling my copious nectar. The same finger now met with those of the other world, and from their tactile exchange emanated waves of the purest pleasure. My loins now concealed not heat, but fire, whose fuel was the collected motion with my realms. To this was added in turn touches over all my surfaces, my mind unable to comprehend or catalog the tongues, lips, scratches, kisses, I writhed and rang my chains in their mounts. The musicians no longer at their instruments, perhaps me being their instrument, all conspiring to erode any dissent to the crucible which then, beyond my control, burst. In the greatest humiliation, my cunny poured forth the tides of timeless containment and to the collected merriment of the assembled multitude I discharged all vestige of womanness. A shower of applause and cheer erupted all around, as I hung from my restraints, fully lost. In interminable time, my master blanketed me in his warm arms and deposed me from the arch. He accompanied me home to my towers with the promise of adventures still to be lived. Guest of Honor "April, you didn't get a fuck tonight, nobody ate you....you've been cheated!" Sara remarked. "I told you, this was your night. Besides my lips and tongue in your sweet cunt was about all the pleasure I needed tonight!" April answered. When April reached in to start the water running, Sara again admired her body. Even completely satiated as she was she still felt lust as she looked at April's ass and tits. The shower was one of the double size ones with a shower head at each end. The hot water felt good on Sara's body and soon she and April were soaping and playing with each other. On an impulse Sara asked. "May I eat your cunt now?" By way of reply April put her back against the shower wall, spread her legs, flexed her knees and slid down the wall a little to make her smoothly shaved cunt available to Sara's mouth. Although Sara had never eaten a woman before she knew what gave pleasure to a cunt. Within a few minutes April was cumming. Her legs were shaking and she began to slide down the wall. Sara put her hands under April's ass and held her up until she finished her cum and recovered. They both stood up and pressing their tits together kissed for a long time. It took only a few more minutes for them to do a quick blow dry and get dressed. Just as they returned to the living room, Mark and Eric came in the door. They too had showered and dressed. Everyone looked at each other without saying anything for a moment. Then Eric said. "Sara, I hope we have pleased you enough so that you will come to another one of our special parties." " Yes," April added "we need you at the next one because I get to be the guest of honor and I want you to eat me!" Sara wanted to say how much she had enjoyed the evening, but couldn't put it in words. She said only. "Right now I feel fucked and full of cum, I can still taste Eric's cock, and April's cunt and feel Mark's cock shooting his cum into me. I may never have another thought that doesn't involve tonight's party!" They all applauded and walked with her to the door, taking turns kissing her, fondling her tits and hugging her. As Sara drove home her mind was on the night. What a wonderful adventure! She suddenly thought, "Anna Malle move over, you may not be the world's greatest fuck! Maybe I am!"