1 comments/ 26044 views/ 4 favorites Grace Ch. 01 By: aristidis The author kindly advises that this scenario contains graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Chapter 1: The Dunes It is Friday afternoon. Grace Worthington, a blonde, tall and slender eighteen-year-old Uni student packs her weekend bag at her dorm building. She is going home for the weekend. Home is her parents place close to the south coast, an area with pristine beaches, dunes and forests. While in the train, Grace thinks about the weekend. She is looking forward to seeing her mum again. Grace is the great hope of her parents, studying math and science, and destined to go far. Her station is coming up. She grabs her bag, leaves the train and makes the short journey to her parents place. After a warm welcome they sit around the kitchen table where Grace tells all about her past week at Uni. The next morning, after breakfast and a shower, Grace puts on her shorts and bikini, grabs her beach bag and heads for the beach on her bike. It's around ten when Grace parks her bike and strolls down to the beach. The thunderous waves are crashing onto the sand, the dunes on the other side as reach as far as the eye can see. The area is deserted. It will be busier around noon. With no one in sight Grace can't resist the temptation; she takes of her shorts and bikini and strolls down the beach nude, enjoying the breeze on her skin. She finds a secluded area, spreads out her towel, applies sun lotion and enjoys the crashing sounds of the waves. She dozes off. An hour later she wakes up. More people have come onto the beach. An older, retired couple has found a spot about ten meters away from her. They are casually observing her and enjoying Grace's naked body. Grace has a little secret. Her parents know her as this proper girl whose only interest is studying and shopping. But there's a hidden side to her. She likes to watch people, and likes being watched. Something Grace has always kept very private. Noticing the attention from the couple Grace slowly takes a book out of her bag. She pretends to read while turning over on her side, opening up her legs, giving the couple an explicit view of her tanned pussy. A bit later she goes on all fours, straightening out her beach towel, and giving the couple a good look from behind at the space between her legs. It's all a turn-on for Grace. She loves this kind of thing. After a while she wonders what would happen if she would slowly get up, pack her bag and walk into the dunes naked. What would the couple do? she decides to try it out and embarks on an adventure. She grabs her bag and beach towel and walks in the direction of the dunes, her tanned skin partially covered in sand. The couple sitting close by, curious about this hot blond young thing, packs up and follows at a distance. Grace anticipated all this. She walks a while through the loose sand of the dunes until she comes across a small clearing surrounded by higher dunes covered in light scrub. She spreads out her beach towel and makes herself comfortable. She is nude, the sun burning on her private parts. Sweat and oil makes the sand stick to her body. Grace is wearing sunglasses and a sunhat. She is lying on her side pretending to read a book. Through the corner of her eye she awaits the arrival of the older couple. It doesn't take long for her to spot them on the edge of the surrounding dunes, behind the scrub. Grace puts her book away and slowly rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her fingers slide between towards her private parts. She frantically starts to masturbate, lifting her pelvis to make the action more dynamic. The older couple watches intently and enjoys the show. So does another shadow in between the scrub. A middle-aged woman slowly approaches Grace. "Nice show, girl" she says. "I can help you with this. We'll show the oldies something they'll remember for a long time". Grace is horny as hell and ready for anything. She arches her back and squeezed her boobs. The woman watches a girl who's hot and willing. She strips off and pushes her tongue into Grace's mouth. The deep kissing goes on for minutes while the womanÕs fingers are delving in between Grace's legs. She mounts Grace, sucking her nipples, squeezing her body, finger- fucking her hot pussy, rubbing her slit against that hot young body. By now both females are panting, trying to channel their raging lust. Grace manages to get on top of the woman and starts to frantically trib with her, scissoring her legs, rubbing their slits together. By now Grace's brain has stopped functioning. Her carnal instincts have taken over. She is frantically using the female's body to get off. Her hot slit is violently rubbing the woman's crotch. Suddenly she lets out a cry, her body stiffens up. Both females come at the same time. Grace stumbles to her feet, squatting over the woman on the ground, trembling while squirting her liquid all over her. The older couple watches it all. They see how Grace's dripping, sand covered body slumps to the ground. The man puts his photo camera away. The show is over. They get up and move on. Grace recovers slowly, puts on her bikini and packs her bag. The woman is gone but has left a card with her name and telephone number. Late afternoon Grace arrives back at her parent's house. The woman's card is burning in her pocket. That evening her parents expect a few friends for dinner. The doorbell rings and Grace opens the door. To her shock she recognizes the people at the door as the couple from the beach. They are, however discreet, pretending not to know her. That is, until at the end of the evening. Just before they leave they reveal to Grace the price she has to pay for their discretion. They expect her at their house in an hour's time for a threesome. Grace is visibly shocked. She refuses at first but slowly realizes she's cornered. The couple are calling the shots. They will enjoy her body tonight. They will mate with her, the same way she mated in the dunes that afternoon. Grace Ch. 01 The road rumbles as Brad turns onto Picnic road, following the robotic instructions of his cell phone. "Jesus, this gravel is no picnic to me," he jokes, elbowing me and urging a chuckle. He's cute when he laughs and he knows it. I think I wasn't supposed to notice the way he messed his dark hair and turned his eyes up to the sunlight with a shining smile, but I did. Our third 'date' had been going well thus far. I don't know. Do drive through tacos and making fun of banal pop music on the way to his friends' Christmas party count as 'well'? Does that even count as a date? "Help me look, Grace...What's the number?" "Oh," I break my gaze from the window and halt my inner monologue to read the note I'd scribbled on my palm, "um it's...39? No...49." "Oh, right up here then. Thanks...and sorry. I just haven't been to their new house yet. " I nod, understanding. How did a guy in his early 20's have friends who were second time home owners anyway? "Hey, Brad, how old are these people?" "Well," he gives a nervous chuckle, "They're older. Like they've got kids and stuff...but it's fine. They're young at heart, you know?" He dances bit and sings, "Besides they throw the best parties and they've got expensive booze." I laugh at Brad's unmasked party-boy demeanor. Suddenly, my mind races to sex. I recall that Brad had termed himself 'kind of a sexaholic' in his profile description and how I'd hoped clandestinely that he could live up to that title. So far, there'd been nothing. Zip. Nada. Ziltch. Not even a sly move up my thigh. Maybe alcohol would loosen him up a bit. "You do love a party where you can throw out your inhibitions," I flirt. He misses my advances, I'm never good at flirting anyway. Or maybe it's just that he's too focused on his friends...or their alcohol. We enter their driveway. The house is an impressive 3 story assembly of grey brick, barely sprouting grass from the foundation that would soon become its front yard. "Oh they do too, Grace. God, like, you know what they do...Crap, well, I probably shouldn't even tell you." As much as I know I ought to respect the privacy of his friends, he's got me curious so I press, "Oh come on, I won't tell." He pauses. "You told me about how you and your dumb high school friends spray painted that tortoise at the zoo but you won't tell me this?" "This isn't about me though." "Pinky promise I won't tell." He sighs, clearly pulled to let it out, "Fine, If you pinky promise. Well, one time Kathy got really drunk and told me that every night Richard puts her in a collar and she sleeps like that!" "What!?" I exclaim, and and sit looking more speechless and stunned than I'd like too in front of Brad. I try to shake it, and appear more easy going. "Look, don't say anything. She was drunk. It's probably not even true." "Like a dog collar?" I asking, too causual "I don't know..." he responds, confused. "I'm a little scared to meet these people," I confess with a sigh. "No, no. That's why I didn't want to tell you. They're the best. Just forget I said anything and come on." He takes my hand into his and stares deeply into my eyes. With locked intensity he whispers, "Think of the booze, Grace." I smile and follow him toward the house. But I can't forget. The silver doorknob resembles the metal latches of a woman's collar that may or may not exist within this house. A jacket hung by the door stings the reminder of leather into my brain. I urge myself to breathe deeply and purposefully as I trail behind Brad through the entrance and into the grand living room, lined with refreshments. And then, I'm drawn to Kathy and Richard, standing before us with confidence. They appear strikingly similar...both tall, in their late thirties or early forties, with the bodies of once athletic people who have begun to surrender to the curves of age. Even their hair matches, thick and dyed deep black. They would almost look like siblings if not for their distinct faces. They're joined at the hip and smiling, hers broad and toothy. His, demure and ending with dimples. They're definitely not the kind of couple I'd image to be wearing collars to bed. Soft jazz flowing behind them reinforces my doubts. It was probably just a drunken joke. "...it's awesome but they've got to finish that damn road. Anyway, this is Grace," Brad finishes as I perk up and re-join the world. Just in time. I've got a tendency to escape into my own head and I'm not always so lucky with my timing. "So great to meet you guys," I chant, as if it were a script and, in a way, it is. I continue the greeting by offering my hand, first to Kathy who meets my eyes and squeezes with a caring smile. "I'm Kathy, Grace. It's a pleasure." Then to Richard who catches my fingers as if I were a princess, lingering his hold for a moment longer than I expect but not speaking. His eyes stare down at my fingers and, for a brief moment, I wonder if he will kiss them. "Indeed," he hums with sincerity. He meets my eyes and I instinctively turn away from his gaze. Kathy saves me just as my cheeks begin to feel hot. "A friend of Bradley's is a friend of ours," she interjects, and Richard lowers my hands with a hint of a smile. Brad leads me away without another word and we approach a table with rows of appetizers, alcohol, and mixers. I try to listen as he enthuses over liquor brand names, but I can't shake the selfish feeling that Richard and Kathy are talking about me. Out of the corner of my eye I see them close together and whispering intensely, steeling glances my way...or maybe it's just my imagination. Brad hands me a drink and raises his to cheer. I clink his glass but don't drink. Even a sip could effect my sad excuse for an alcohol tolerance and I'm feeling too uneasy about lowering my guard around all of these strangers. "Mind if I go find my buddy, Grace?" Brad laughs, pouring his second drink, "He owes me some serious Warcraft time...Is that cool with you?" Oh god, some date...and some party boy. "Sure, I don't mind." I lie, and he's gone. I sigh and begin to collect a plate of food to quell my emotions. I've always been lucky that my emotional eating habits haven't had too big of an effect on me. I mean, there are the bits of pudge on my belly and thighs...and arms...and ass...but I've stayed relatively average sized, just a bit squishier. Real women have curves, right? Something like that...I smile in gratitude as I pop another bacon wrapped asparagus into my mouth. Damn that's delicious. "It's a new recipe, but I think the sauce really pulls it together." I jump at the sudden response to my thoughts and turn to see Kathy sitting on the couch beside me. Did I say that out loud? I don't think so. I breathe out slowly, intent on releasing my fear. Just mingle, Grace. Don't think about the past or the collar. Just meet a new friend. Just be cool and calm. "They're so delicious, Kathy, thank you. And thank you for having me over." I praise with a bright smile. "Of course, sweetie," she coos, and I'm suddenly aware of our age difference again. "Where'd your friend go?" "To play a video game," I laugh, hiding my nervousness as I begin to feel more vulnerable and alone. "Oh typical," she jokes, "boys will be boys, right?" "Right." Richard appears behind us, rubbing Kathy's shoulders and giggling at the truth to our words. "But video games are just TOO ultra-advanced and mega cool!" He jokes in his best nerdy gamer voice. We laugh together and I feel myself relax a bit. I stared, almost obsessed at the corners of his mouth and the dimples and dance there as the laughs. It's such a simple jovial thing but it makes me feel like I can trust him. "Not cool enough to leave your date over," Kathy sympathizes. I mindlessly consume another asparagus or three. "It's fine," I lie, again. "Honey, that feels heavenly but you ought to do it to Grace. She just got stood up by little Bradley." "Stood up?" Richard Inquires. "No," I reply hastily, "he's just busy." Kathy turns to me, forcing her husband to release his grip. "Either way," she informs, "Richard give the best massages." "May I?" Richard offers politely. Oh, what the hell. "S...sure" I fumble. Why on earth did I just stutter!? I look away from Kathy in hot embarrassment but it's quelled instantly by strong rhythmic kneads into my upper back. "Wow, that. That feels...so good." My back slumps and I sigh into Richard's strong hands. Kathy rests her own hand on my leg. There is a quiet purpose in their touch and the intensity of them pulses through me and heat floods my body, tinting my cheeks and weakening my legs. "Told you so," she whispers with a wink. Maybe Richard and Kathy aren't so bad. These people have done nothing wrong. I'm just getting myself worked up over something that's probably not true. They're clearly in love. There's no way he'd hurt her. No, Grace. Damn it. Be present. That's what your therapist always says. Don't think about the past or your dumb ex-girlfriend and her dumb problems. Just be present at the party. Focus on the lovely detangling of your knotted shoulders and the lovely heat of them. Almost as if their energy is flooding within you "Better?" Richard inquires as he finishes his work all too soon. "So much better, thank you." "My pleasure, little one." Suddenly, it's as if a new wave rolls over my being. Little one. I don't know whether to be endeared or offended or just write it off an age-gap thing. But the washing feeling of the name is unexpectedly sweet and soothing. I don't want to fight, so I surrender to his words and smile politely back as if Richard hadn't said anything abnormal whatsoever. He meets my smile, seeming almost satisfied with my responce...or maybe it's just my imagination. Endorphins or energy are mingling with my nerves now and I'm probably too happy to be ration. I fall into a daydream reality where Richard had been testing the waters somehow with his pet name...pushing my buttons to see how I might react. The strange this is that, as I play with this idea, I don't feel the slightest resentment or anger. I just embrace the idea of passing the invisible test. Richard sits down beside Kathy and together they just stare at me kindly in silence for several seconds. Minutes? I'm not sure why, or what I should say. My mind, determined, the break through my relaxation, races to know what they're thinking. I break the one-sided tension, "So, how do you know Brad?" "Aah, Bradley is a friend of a friend. He's at many of the parties we throw and attend." Kathy replies quickly, seemingly hurried to answer my question and change the subject back to silence. Another several seconds or minutes passes. I look around the room, at their outfits, simple and cleancut, and at Richards dimples again. I'm out of time filling questions and I'm not one for small talk anyway. "We're honest people, Grace," Richard begins and I feel myself nodding in reception. "We don't care for lies or games or small talk. So, we want to tell you something earnestly and I hope you won't find it offensive." I continue stupidly nodding, unsure of what to do or say. Mentally, I try to lower my defenses further as curiosity beckons me. After all, I consider myself an honest person, too. "Okay." "Kathy and I find you very interesting. We believe that you are different than most girls. Kathy has a bit of a gift, to feel people. She feels something special in you." I smile. The pleasure of being called different and special begins to overpower the awkwardness of the blunt conversation. It feels almost refreshing. "I've never been a fan of small talk myself," I confess, suddenly eager to show him how alike we are. "Good to know." Richard comments earnestly, "We'd like to get to know more about you." "And, if you'd like, for you to get to know us as well," Kathy adds. "Okay," I blurt. God, these people are so suave and articulate and I can't even put together a full sentence. "Is there anything you'd like to know about us now?" Kathy invites, as if she can read my mind. Richard said she had a gift. Maybe she really can read my mind. Maybe she knows that that collar has been there unmoved since before I walked into the door. "Anything at all," she urges. In a rush, the words glide from my lips before I have time to control them. "Do you..." I whisper, then flush pink as I realize what I'd almost said. "Say it, then," Kathy presses, her gaze locked into mine. She knows. He said she's psychic or something. I know she knows. Before I realize it, whispers are rushing uncontrollably from my lips, a mile a minute. "Brad just said this weird thing about something you said when you were drunk, but he was also drunk so it's probably not even true...and he said that you said that you slept in, like, you know, a collar...or something but that's just...I'm sorry..." "You'd like to know if I sleep in a collar, Grace?" Kathy continues, matching my whispered volume but seemingly unfazed by my panicked blabbering. "I...I guess that's what I meant, yeah. But that's so inappropriate and I'm really sorry. I'm not sure why I even asked." "Well, since you've asked, I do. And absolutely do not be sorry. Never apologize for speaking honestly what is on your mind." I nod, drinking in her advice as she continues. "There is no inappropriate, Grace. There is only truth and lies. If you speak the truth, Richard and I will never be upset about that." Kathy sounds so wise and knowing and I feel the urge to sit next to her all night and listen to her talk about life...but I suddenly remember her answer to my question. "You do sleep in a collar?" I reiterate, this time without hurried embarrassment. "I do. And I'm actually very glad you asked me this." "Why?" "I think you've confirmed what we've suspected about you," Richard adds, finishing Kathy's thought. All I can do is stare. What did they suspect? What did I confirm? My mind rushes to make sense of what has happened and I fail to respond. The told me I could ask anything so why aren't I asking my questions outloud? "Let's talk about this more, later" suggests Richard as he hands me a card from his wallet. "This is my e-mail. Send me your questions later. Actually, Tonight." His instructions ring in my ears, not a question or suggestion...more like a command. I nod and repeat it back to him, "tonight." "Now, we have other guests to attend to...but I'm very much looking forward to your e-mail." A gentle pet on my shoulder marks their exit and I'm left alone on the couch, Richard's e-mail in my pocket, and an empty plate in my lap. Brad enters as if on cue, complaining that he had lost some computer battle and asking if I'm ready to go. I follow him out, lost in my own obsessive thoughts of collars and pet names and honesty and e-mails. Grace Ch. 02 The author kindly advises that this scenario contains descriptions of groupsex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Grace 2-The Dark Forest It had been four weeks since Grace's experience in the dunes. She was at the University library, reading up on mathematical formulas. The mid-year exams were coming up and a lot of hard work was required to achieve good grades. Neither her parents nor her fellow students ever found out about the dunes incident. They would be appalled and shocked. The couple, which witnessed it al, stopped contacting her after she was forced into a threesome with them (part 1). She did like the experience though. It was her first time with multiple partners. She was not the promiscuous type. She had only had three boyfriends till now but this was a whole new incredible world. She had been masturbating furiously at night and had trouble keeping her urges under control. That evening she found a card in one of her pockets. It was from the woman she mated with in the dunes. Her name was Alex, her house was a few streets away from her parent's place. Friday arrived. Grace packed her weekend bag, caught the train and arrived at her parent's home mid-afternoon. Her parents were delighted to see her; hugs, kisses and news were exchanged. Soon after she called Alex. She was happy to finally hear from Grace. They agreed to meet at her house around five. Grace told her parents she was going to meet a friend and would be back very late. She arrived at Alex's house just after 5pm. She wore jeans, trainers and a loose white shirt. Her house was on the edge of a local forest. Alex was not alone. Two male friends were with her. They had drinks on the lounge and chatted for a while. Alex apparently had told her friends about her encounter in the dunes. The men were pleasantly surprised with what they saw. All Grace wanted was sex. She was hot as hell. Her genitals were twitching. She desperately squeezed her legs together. Alex told Grace about an upcoming hot party of a friend of hers in the city. He was looking for an extra girl to attend. She would get paid for it. Alex wanted to go herself but it collided with other appointments. She asked Grace to consider it and give her a call. Then she and her friends got up. They would go for a walk in the forest. She asked Grace if she would like to join them. They would enjoy the fresh air and talk a bit more. She took a small shoulder bag and together they followed a small dirt track into the lush forest. It was warm and damp. It had rained all morning. Everything was wet and muddy. There were large puddles on the track. It was dusk by now. The sun was going down. It looked like more rain was on the way but for now it was dry. They walked for miles deep into the forest, talking about their dunes encounter. Grace's hormones ran wild. Alex saw how aroused she was. The light was fading fast. They stopped at a tiny clearing. Alex asked the guys to stay behind. Together with Grace she continued down the dirt track. She told Grace that she liked to go nude in the forest. They both turned around and saw the men about twenty meters away as a shadow. Alex looked Grace in the eye and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. She then slowly opened her jeans and slid the pants off her legs. She removed her shoes and her panties. Grace followed suit, intently staring at the men while taking her clothes off. They were both naked and loving it. She felt the damp air caress her body. Grace and Alex folded their clothes carefully and left them in a plastic bag on the side of the dirt track. Naked they slowly walked further down the track. The men followed the girls at a distance, They were mere shadows in the dusk and saw how Grace and Alex went down in the mud and grass to dirty themselves. The girls were lying on the dirt track, frantically kissing and rubbing each other. The men now slowly took their clothes off. What they saw in the distance aroused them. They stored their clothes in bags alongside the track and slowly walked towards the girls, their cocks rock hard between their legs. Grace saw the men coming and went on all fours, spreading her legs and pushing her ass in the air. One of the men buried his face into her crotch, his tongue incessantly penetrating her. She felt how he entered her cavities. He licked into her slit, through her crotch and into her anus. This is what she remembered from the Dunes. That hot feeling of tongues ravishing her. That's why ever since she couldn't sit still long enough without squeezing her legs and her pussy lips. She opened her legs wider to give him deeper access. After a few minutes she felt his hard cock push into her slit. She arched her back and pushed up her ass. The man banged her violently. By now she felt like a dog on heat. Alex in the meanwhile sucked off the other guy, then suddenly ran naked into the dark forest. The man pursued her. By now it was raining lightly. Grace was drenched. Alex quickly found a fallen tree, sat on it and leaned backward supporting herself with her stretched out arms. She slightly pulled up her legs and spread them wide. The man briefly licked her openings but then quickly mounted her, stabbing his red-hot pole into her dripping slit. She threw her head backwards. By now both girls were without rational thought. They both were fuck meat and wanted the men desperately. Alex threw her head back in between her stretched out arms. Her holes belonged to that big hard cock. After ten minutes of insane fucking the man paused. Alex got up and ran off, further into the dark forest. She crashed in the grass on the muddy forest floor. She instantly submitted, arching her back, pushing up her ass to present her openings. The man slammed into her, pushing his meat into her asshole. She let out a little whimper, but quickly composed herself. The penetration was relentless. Grace was still on the dirt track. Overwhelmed by her carnal instincts she jumped up and ran after Alex into the dark forest. The rain had turned torrential. It was hot and humid in there. After a while her eyes got used to the dark. She made out a few moving silhouettes in the distance and followed the sound of people panting and groaning. She saw Alex in the grass on all fours and quickly joined her. The other man immediately took her from behind. For the next hour they fucked each other like animals in the driving rain. Covered in mud they were shadows in the dark forest. Grace felt hot liquid shooting into her holes. Tongues went deep inside her crevices. That eventually drove her over the edge. She shuddered and squealed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She sprayed her juice all over the others, then fell down in the mud and rain and stayed there for a while. She was spent. They all finally got up, collected their clothes and left the forest. Grace walked back into the house naked, sore and dirty but nothing a hot shower wouldn't fix. She would definitely attend that party in the city. At one o'clock in the morning Grace came home. Clean and neatly dressed nothing reminded of what had taken place. Her mum was still up. Grace told her she enjoyed her evening with her acquaintance. Her mum didn't know her daughter had been naked in the forest mating with other people and that she had developed an interest in groupsex. For Grace, her extreme behavior was her deepest secret. Grace Ch. 03 The author kindly advises that this scenario contains descriptions of groupsex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Grace 3-The City Client Two weeks later Grace found a message on her phone. Alex told her the city client expected her in the evening noting the time and the address. Dressed in jeans and a jacket, Grace arrived on time at what turned out to be a stately home. She rang the bell, was let in and shown a large room at the back of the building. The window blinds were closed. The carpets were red just like the upholstery and lighting. There were red sofas in the dimly lit room and a red podium in the middle with a cage the size of a modest car. It was high enough to stand in. Alex gave her some details but didn't tell her about the cage. She met the guests; one man and three women in dark formal eveningwear entered the room. Soft rhythmic music was playing, champagne was served and Grace mingled, drank a glass or two and entered in polite conversation. As the evening progressed Grace noticed how the women were trying to touch her up. Alex had told her about the 'audience', to expect groupsex. The females were kissing her and she eagerly kissed them back. At the same time she felt a hand opening her pants and fingers moving between her legs into her panties. More and more she was touched and groped by the man and women alike. Buttons came undone; her clothes fell to the ground. Grace was the only one naked in the room between these four people in evening attire and shared amongst all present. She was asked to place one leg on the couch and slightly squat. All four people took some lube on their fingers and inserted it between Grace's legs. She closed her eyes and gasped when fingers entered her cavities. A servant opened the cage. Grace was asked to enter and went inside. In the middle of the cage she slightly squatted with her legs spread and placed one foot up against the side of the cage. She opened her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand, with the other hand she held on to the roof. The audience had a good view of her exposed genitals. Grace was nervous. She didn't know what would come next. Two naked African men appeared. They were both muscular, well-endowed and rock hard. The cage opened, the men were let in and the door closed. They liked the sight of Grace squatting in front of them. They virtually attacked Grace's crotch from both sides. The women were very close to the cage as to not miss anything of what unfolded. The men were frantically licking her inside and out, vigourously sucking her pussy lips. Grace was horny and enjoyed these hot tongues penetrating her. After five minutes of frantic action she lowered herself to the ground. Grace went quickly on all fours, spreading her legs wide, arching her back, pushing up her ass. One man immediately mounted her, entering her slit with his hot rod. She crawled through the cage to get away. A deliberate ploy. It made the action look more dynamic. The man behind her latched on to her. The other one force-fed his cock into her mouth. Grace pulled herself up against one of the sides to give the audience a spectacular view of the meat penetrating her. She spread her legs parallel to the cage grille half a meter from the ground. She was hot as hell and wanted the men probably more then they wanted her. One black man clung on to her from behind and fucked her vertically between her widespread legs while the other one squeezed her boobs, licked her neck and deep-kissed her. To relieve the friction she pushed her ass up in the air. That only made it more intense. The raging cock went even deeper inside, wildly pumping her red hole. The women were on the other side of the cage, only centimeters away from the cocks and tongues sliding into Grace. They saw up close how Grace's area between her legs was red, swollen and throbbing. The men were pushing each other to gain access to Grace's holes. The women were egging the men on to fuck harder. Grace was now hotter than she had ever been and couldn't get enough. The friction between her legs drove her wild. She slowly dropped from the side of the cage offering herself to the men as fuck meat. She was on the floor of the cage on her back, spreading her legs as wide as possible, pushing her pelvis up. She invitingly presented herself to them. The guys sensed how hot Grace was, that she was as ready for mating as they were. The pace of stabbing cocks and penetrating tongues increased. Grace loved every minute of it. The dim red lights and pumping music turned her on even more. The audience was right next to the cage as to not miss a second of this fuck spectacle between a hot young teenager and two raging studs. After what seemed like an eternity one of the men grunted, latched on tighter to Grace's midriff and shot his load. Grace felt how the hot liquid ran down her cavity. The black man let go and immediately the other one took over. He stabbed his burning cock into her slit. Her hot pussy lips clamped the fast sliding meat. The pace was furious. The guy was panting and grunting. The women in the audience loved the hot fuck show. They had a close-up view of the action. They were by now all naked and fingering themselves out of hotness and excitement. Grace turned around and pushed her bum up, opened her ass cheeks with one hand and spread her legs wider. The manÕs cock left her slit and pushed into her anus. She felt the hot meat entering her cavity. Suddenly he moaned, stiffened up and deposited his cum deep inside her bowels. She felt the hot spunk hitting her inside walls. Grace was close to losing it. The women in the audience saw how Grace's muscles tightened. She trembled, her legs turned into jelly. She was panting heavily and grimaced. With a slight squeal liquid squirted out of her pussy. Grace and the men fell to the floor exhausted. The cage was opened and she climbed out. The rest of the evening was spent fucking on the floor and couches. Grace's first hot and anonymous groupsex experience. Tongues penetrated her deeply from all angles and the women fucked her with strapons in many positions. She didn't know these strangers but that didn't matter. She eagerly spread her legs really wide to give the men and women the best possible access to her red holes. Tongues licked the length of her crotch. Lips and fingers worked her clit. At one point she was on all fours on the ground licking someone's clit while a woman's head was between her legs eating out her wet slit. Grace came several times that night. It was early next morning before she put her clothes back on and returned to the University grounds. She had trouble going to sleep. Her genitals were throbbing and carnal images filled her mind. Grace Ch. 04 The author kindly advises that this scenario contains descriptions of drug use, groupsex and graphic language. It is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Chapter 4-French Ecstasy The mid-year exam results were in. Grace hurried down the Uni corridors towards to administrative department where the results were pinned on the announcement board. Her finger ran down the list. She found her scores. Above average was the verdict. Acceptable but she knew she had to improve to make it to the next year. Excited, she called her mum to share the news. It had been a difficult few months for her. She felt restless and didn't sleep well. Hot images of her groupsex experience with that client in the city (part 3) just wouldn't go away. She went to the cafeteria, ordered a juice and contemplated her situation. What had happened to her? Until the beginning of the year she had been this average girl with only three (ex-) boyfriends. She focused on her studies, went out on Friday night but nothing wild. She knew she was too body confident. She knew it was easy to take your clothes off when you looked as tanned, slim and toned as she did. That day at the beach changed everything (part 1). She exposed herself to that couple. Shockingly, they turned out to be friends with her parents. They forced her into a threesome. The old couple penetrated her body like the woman in the dunes did. The city client experience showed her a whole new exciting world. A world she was eager to explore. That was two months ago. Just thinking about it still aroused her and made her squeeze her legs together. She had to get it off her mind. Next week the holidays started. She would travel, visit friends and try to forget about it all. Two weeks later a text from Alex (Who is Alex part 2) threw that all in disarray. She was at her parent's home and planning to travel abroad in the next few days. Everything was arranged when she read the sms on her phone. Alex wanted to see her. She was coming over within the hour. She nervously sent a confirmation. Alex arrived and exchanged pleasantries with Grace and her parents. She introduced herself as Grace's friend. Grace found time alone with her. She told her about a acquaintance who lived in a mansion just outside Paris. He was throwing a huge sex party that would go well into the night. He was looking for a girl who could 'entertain' the guests. It paid lots of money plus a free holiday to France. In a calculated way Alex added that about sixty guests were invited who were mostly 'libertines'. The party was being held in a few days time. She noticed the arousal in Grace's face. She knew her weakness and didn't need an answer. The next day Grace received an envelope with instructions, tickets and spending money. A few days later she packed a shoulder bag and left for France. She told her mum that she went shopping in Paris. Grace was about to cream herself at the thought of what awaited her. Her mum would have been disgusted and horrified if she knew what her only daughter was getting herself into. Grace arrived in Paris early in the evening. She caught the train to an outer suburb and found the address easily. It was a large mansion with an impressive driveway. She rang the bell and was met by a female staff member who let her in. A lot of guests in evening attire had already arrived. She mingled, drank wine and admired the stately home. It had a large hallway with rooms on either side. At the end, she was told, was a large ballroom. The atmosphere was pleasantly warm thanks to sparse soft classic lights. It was after 8pm. Most guests had arrived. A large upholstered red bench stood in the middle of one of the larger rooms. It was about 1.5 meters wide, 2.5 meters long and 1 meter high. Grace admired it when a female servant asked her to follow her. They went through one of the back hallways into a small room. A girl dressed in black leather greeted her. She told Grace to take her clothes off. Grace was nervous. She new her time had come. Slowly she started taking her clothes off while maintaining eye contact with her. The girl could see the lust in her eyes and admired her tanned body. She fitted Grace with a red studded dog collar connected to a leash. She was handed an aphrodisiac and swallowed the tablet with water. Loud rhythmic music came from the guest area. A black man entered the room. He took his clothes off and revealed his huge manhood. The girl also fitted him with a dog collar and leash. Together they slowly walked down the hallway, entering the room with the guests. Grace and the black man were on leashes. Grace saw fifty eyes checking out their naked bodies. She didn't mind. It excited her. They were all strangers to her. She was led on to the upholstered bench. Grace moved to the front on all fours, spread her knees and pushed her ass high up in the air. The guests surrounded the bench and had a clear view of her genitals. The girl put lubricant on her fingers and moved her hand down Grace's body. Grace pushed her ass up a bit higher. She felt the girl's fingers entering her between her legs. She was lubricating her holes under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Grace felt strange hands running over her body. A female guest slowly planted a lingering deep kiss on her mouth. Grace could feel her tongue and assertively kissed her back. The black man mounted the bench, pushing his face in between her ass cheeks. He frantically ate Grace's crotch. The guests watched intently enjoying the sight. Grace enjoyed the wet tongue licking her and penetrating her holes. The aphrodisiac tablet kicked in. She was horny and ready to mate. The girl gave the black man more leash. She felt his hot meat pushing into her hole. The crowd excitedly egged the man on. Grace was on heat. His cock was rubbing her cavity walls. Hands of the guests reached out for her, touching her, rubbing her. The man pulled out and strange fingers inserted themselves into her throbbing holes. Grace was flushed and red hot by now. Females came up to the front and kissed her with wet open mouths. They grabbed her hair and forced their tongues into her. The man was back and attacked her red openings with full force. Grace squeezed her holes open even further. His black meat went deep inside her. Grace loved every bit of it. She was a public fuck toy. The man latched on to her ass, growled and shot his sperm into her slit. The crowd gasped and applauded. Many of the guests now slowly disappeared. The girl used her leashes to finish the mating. Grace and the black man walked down the hallway towards the ballroom. She was still red hot and felt throbbing wetness and itching between her legs. He was rock hard. She heard thumping music and moans coming from the ballroom. The ballroom space was sparsely lit with only a few lamps. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She let out a gasp and almost creamed herself. She saw five large round upholstered beds in the room. Groups of semi-undressed and naked people were involved in group sex. Others walked in between the padded podiums and watched the frantic fucking. The sound of moans mixed with the loud beat of the music. Her brain stopped functioning. She was so turned on. This was her first orgy. This was what she had been thinking about for all those months. That feeling between her legs, when she masturbated at night or tried to study during the day. The girl led Grace into the room in between the podiums. She saw clusters of bodies, arms, legs spread wide, red-hot cocks spurting cum. Moisture was dripping out of Grace's slit. She was so ready for all this. The girl removed the leashes. She pointed to the people and instructed Grace to mate with all of them. Grace slowly got up and walked in between the podiums. The black man's sperm was running out of her hole down her leg. The fucking she watched was intense. There were piles of bodies. It was hard to distinguish what belonged to whom. She slowly went close to one of the podiums. A hand reached out from the pile and went between her legs. Fingers went into her. She squatted slightly presenting her slit. She moaned and slowly moved onto the podium. Hands caressed her body as she moved to the middle of the group. A man went under her sliding his cock into her pussy. A girl sat on the man's face and kissed Grace with open mouth pushing her tongue inside. Simultaneously a stranger took her from behind in her anus. Grace didn't turn to see who it was. It was irrelevant. She wanted to fuck strangers. Her face was flushed. Her eyes glazed. The aphrodisiacs made her go wild with lust. She came violently. Her openings were wet and swollen. The cocks pulled out and hot sperm splashed against her crotch running around and into her holes. From the people who watched her fuck, Grace saw how two men and a woman stared at her. They were clearly on heat. Grace knew they were the next to take her. She saw how the men slowly unbuttoned their pants. The woman slowly stripped. They moved onto the podium. The woman spread her legs before her, raising her pelvis and offering her slit to Grace. At the same time hands ran down between her ass cheeks. New cocks pushed into her cavities. She came soon afterwards but her orgasm didn't solve anything. She was still red hot and latched on to the woman's clit, eating her ferociously. Hot juices filled her mouth. She couldn't get enough of this. The cocks delved deeper into her, then pulled out and hot sperm sprayed all over her back. Grace left the womanÕs crotch, sucked her nipples and kissed her square on the mouth, her tongue fighting with hers. While she was riding the cock of yet another stranger she looked around the room. Bodies moved all around her. The smell of sperm and sweat filled the room. Voyeurs stood around her group, getting themselves off by watching her fuck. Grace felt incredible. The whole situation felt like an impossible wet dream. She wanted to give all of them a hot show and changed positions. While she was riding someone's hot cock she leaned backwards resting on her arms stretched out behind her. She spread her legs and moved her hips up and down giving onlookers a detailed view of the massive cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. She loved being watched, showing off what she had between her legs. Hands ran up and down her chest, lips sucked her firm tits. She was fuck meat and loving it. The man underneath her pulled out his throbbing cock and large strands of hot cum landed on her stomach and chest. The stream of sperm splattering on the front of her body didn't seem to end. That drove Grace over the edge. Onlookers saw her shudder as she came with a scream, liquid spraying out of her fuck hole. She slumped on her back with her legs wide open. Immediately a girl mounted her and pushed her slit in her face. She buried her head between GraceÕs legs. Fingers pushed open her swollen pussy, lips latched on to her highly sensitive clit. Grace pushed her head in between the woman's slim legs and frantically licked her crotch. A cock appeared above her and pushed into the woman's anal canal. A few minutes later she saw the shaft tremble. It pulled out and loads of sperm shot against the woman's crotch running into Grace's mouth. Grace moved slowly between podiums, watching, rubbing her clit while slightly squatting, white sperm running out of her holes down her legs. More tongues and cocks penetrated her, more hot liquid shot into her body. She took some more aphrodisiac and shuddered when she came. For Grace, this was the best thing ever. She fully immersed herself in the large groups, fucking with everybody like crazy. It was midnight. The girl, who had Grace on the leash during her first mating, slowly entered the orgy room. She was still dressed in leather and was slowly going from podium to podium, watching the frantic piles of flesh. She had not been allowed to join in. Her genitals were burning between her legs. It almost drove her insane. She slowly walked over to the next podium and spotted Grace in the middle of around fifteen wildly fucking bodies. Many voyeurs were masturbating around the group. Almost every few minutes one of them was shooting his sperm onto the pile of bodies. She watched Grace lying on her back, legs spread wide, deepÐkissing a girl. Another girl was squeezing her tits and working her nipples while the black man was pumping his long cock into her bright red, dripping hole. Her back arched as her pelvis counter-fucked his long hard meat. The girl watched it and slowly started to take her clothes of. The sight of all this was too much for her. She now watched Grace naked, her hands rubbing between her legs. The black man grunted loudly, pulled out his cock and shot his liquid over Grace's stomach and tits. One of the girls smeared the white sticky substance all over Grace's body. The girl watching the podium caught Grace's glazed eyes. She winked the black guy, showed Grace a leash and ordered both of them to leave the group. Grace slowly crawled on all fours over bodies to the edge of the podium. The girl attached the leash to Grace's red dog collar. She stood up next to the girl and the black man. All three were naked. Grace looked disheveled, her skin smeared with dried sperm. She was still taking in the incredible scenes around her while fingering her slit, when they left the orgy room and slowly walked down the hallway. Grace was led through a small side door down a flight of stairs into the basement. At the end of a dark corridor was a dimly lit very large room. She heard the sound of a pulsating beat mixed with moans and squeals. A large crowd was watching something. The girl slowly led Grace to the front. What she then saw shocked and excited her at the same time. She stood in front of a large glass wall. Behind the wall was an area covered in cream bathroom tiles with padding on the floor. It was steamy behind the glass. Naked bodies, two deep, covered in oil and sweat, moved through each other like a mass of worms. It was impossible to count them. Every now and then a body would crawl up against the glass, only to be immediately pulled back by many hands into the raging oily mass of meat. This was too much for Grace. Moisture dripped from between her legs. Her carnal desires were about to overwhelm her. The girl took off the leash and gave her two tablets to swallow. One tablet was an aphrodisiac, the other was exstasy. Her hair was tied together with a band and the three of them went through a side door. Servants covered them in oil. They stepped into the area behind the glass into layers of bodies. Immediately many hands grabbed their legs. They slowly made way to the centre of the area near the glass. The girl was the first to be pulled down. She disappeared under penetrating fingers, hands and bodies. Grace heard her moan and scream. The incessant beat drowned her out. Grace turned towards the glass and looked straight at the crowd. She then spread her legs wide, leaned forward, planting her stretched out hands against the glass, slowly bending her knees. The hands and fingers rapidly moved up her legs reaching into her crotch. She let out a load moan when many fingers pushed into her stretched slit and asshole. Her ass buckled and moved around fucking these fingers. She didn't want to come yet. She would get weak at the knees and the hands would pull her down. She kept on fucking these fingers. All the while her wild eyes were staring through the glass at the crowd. The black man was also still standing. His long cock was rock hard. He slowly positioned himself behind Grace and lifted her up by her thighs. He pushed her up against the glass. She was now suspended in mid-air, her chest and face against the glass, her arms and legs spread wide. The black man positioned his cock under her pussy lips. The crowd saw close-up how he slowly pushed in his long meat, sliding up her wet, red hole. Grace pushed herself slightly away from the glass and spread her legs even wider. Her feet were off the ground as that hard long cock pumped in and out of her. She felt the meat rubbing in her cavity. She licked her lips and stared at the crowd reveling in her being a fuck toy. She locked eyes with every single person. They were all staring at her swollen wet genitals. All were strange eyes for her except for one pair that she knew. A hot flush went through her body. She recognized Mike Jones in the crowd. He was watching her hot fucking. It all got too much for her. Her body cramped up and trembled, she screamed. Her pussy exploded and hot liquid spurted down the shaft of the stiff rod banging in and out of her. A minute later the black guy came. His cock pulled out of her slit and rubbed between her pussy lips against the glass. Hot white loads of liquid shot up splashing the glass wall. He stuck his black cock straight back into Grace. This time it slid slowly up her anal cavity. She felt how the hot meat filled her up. The man slowly lost strength. Many hands reached up his legs and eventually dragged him down. With him, an overwhelmed Grace also slowly slid downwards. Fingers went into her holes, hands rubbed all over her. Both went under in a pulsating mass of bodies. In the next hours she stopped being a person. Dozens of fingers, tongues and cocks forced themselves inside her body cavities. The oil lubricated everything. The ecstasy kept her going. The aphrodisiac drove her insane. She had spasms continuously and screamed with raging orgasms. She became the ultimate fuck meat. This event profoundly changed her. In the weeks that followed Grace had trouble sleeping and concentrating. She still did well at Uni but the sounds, smells and images of all this had been imprinted in her brain. She could vividly remember every minute of the evening, night and early morning. It created turmoil in her life. At night in her dorm room she masturbated furiously, carnal images filling her mind. Her parents were oblivious to it all. Some of her fellow students suspected something. It became all very difficult to manage. She had long talks with Alex. The only one she could confide in. Would she be able to manage her urges? Grace Ch. 05 The author kindly advises that this scenario contains descriptions of group sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Chapter 5-The Urge It had been snowing for many hours. A thick white blanket covered the university grounds. The Christmas holidays were almost here. During the final days of this semester Grace did some last work in the science lab and finished her paperwork. The University was about to close down for the Christmas break. It was late Friday afternoon. She went to her dorm room and packed her weekend bag. The snow was piling up against the window. She would be at her parent's place for the holidays and was looking forward to spending some time with mum. She made her way to the station and boarded the train. The winter landscape flashed past her window. Grace was in thoughts. It was six months since her French adventure (part 4) took place. In the beginning the vivid memories of it were with her 24 hours a day. She furiously masturbated at night and couldn't sit down without squeezing her legs by day. Once a month Alex would call. She was important to her. She could talk to her about it all. After a while she slowly managed to get back into her old Uni life but she still had her difficult moments. Her station came up. She grabbed her bag and got off the train. At home a warm welcome waited. The house was decked out in Christmas decorations. The smell of burning wood from the fireplace and hot Christmas food hung in the air. They spent the evening eating and talking in front of the roaring fire. The next day Grace and her parents went to the city to do some Christmas shopping. Grace was dressed in tight jeans, a sweater and jacket. They stopped at an inner city cafe and found a table. Grace ordered lunch-for-three at the counter. The waitress, a girl with short black hair called Claudine, took her order. They had a short, animated conversation. She fancied Grace and showed it. While enjoying lunch, a leaflet about the opening night of a new casino hotel caught Grace's eye. She took a copy, put it in her pocket and returned to the table. Finishing lunch, her dad got the bill. On her way out, Claudine quickly handed Grace a little card. That night she felt the urge again. Not since her French adventure had she felt like this. Her parents were sound asleep. In the room across the hallway their daughter was frantically masturbating, fantasizing about fucking Claudine in front of an audience. Carnal images of wild mating overwhelmed her. She had kept them at bay since her French adventure but now they were back with a vengeance. The next day Grace called Claudine. They decided to go together by train to the casino opening. Grace packed a cocktail dress in her overnight bag. She told her parents she would be visiting a girlfriend and would be back the next day. Grace and Claudine met at the station in the afternoon. They arrived early in the evening, changed clothes in the station's toilets and stored their bags in an overnight locker. They deliberately did not book hotel accommodation. Two girls in short cocktail dresses walked through the casino's foyer and onto the gaming floor. It was very busy. All the machines and tables were occupied. The crowd was dressed immaculately. Grace and Claudine mingled, sipping complementary champagne. They slowly walked from Blackjack to Poker table, watching the action, enjoying the atmosphere. Nobody realized the two girls had a secret. They were looking for a wild fuck night and were ready to have sex with anyone who had a room in the casino hotel tower. Bars and lounges were part of the casino's setup. The girls split up but kept in touch with each other through eye contact across the room. Claudine scanned the lounge and spotted an attractive couple. She sat herself next to them and got into a conversation with the woman. Claudine's hand softly touched the woman's arm. After a while she got the message. Claudine whispered to her and placed her hand on her knee. She slightly opened her legs and the woman's hand moved up her thigh under her short dress. She felt fingers in between her legs. Grace watched it all from the other side of the lounge. She came over, introduced herself as Claudine's friend and sat next to the husband. Claudine whispered in the woman's ear. She looked shocked at first but then this aroused feeling came over her. The four slowly got up and walked towards the elevator. When the doors closed Claudine kissed the woman square on the mouth, pushing her tongue inside. Grace loved this situation. Finally she could be the promiscuous girl again that she so wanted to be. Grace quickly took off her panties and lifted her dress, opening her legs, exposing herself to the man. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her in her crotch. She leaned back with her shoulders against the elevator wall and fucked his hand with her pelvis. The elevator stopped. They entered the couple's room. Claudine groped the woman, deep-kissing her. Grace turned to the man and slowly unzipped her dress. She went on the bed on here back, spread her legs and started to finger herself. The man was rock hard, stripped off and jumped her, his cock ramming into her pussy. He furiously fucked between Grace's wide spread legs. Claudine and the woman were naked. While being fucked, Grace stared at the woman, licking her lips. She bended over to Grace and kissed her, pushing her tongue deep inside. Grace's open mouth met hers, her tongue fighting back. The man rolled off Grace and Claudine immediately mounted his cock. The woman got on top of Grace and started rubbing their clits together while deep-kissing Claudine. The next hour the four of them fingered and licked each other in all holes. The sound of moans filled the room with the smell of sweat and sperm. Halfway through Grace crawled from the bed and watched the other three bodies delving into each other. She slightly squatted next to the bed, watching and vigorously fingering her wet slit. She was horny as hell and couldn't get enough of this. Just imagine her parents seeing her like this, naked, masturbating, watching group sex, behaving like a whore. It was around ten. Four people, arms and legs intertwined, were resting on the bed. Grace and Claudine suggested they'd shower, clean up the room and go downstairs to find more people to fuck with. Fifteen minutes later four very horny, well-dressed people left the elevator and entered the bars and lounges. In one of the lounges they hooked up with another couple that had a large room on the same floor. Claudine chatted up another girl while Grace found herself three guys and a girl who were willing to come upstairs later on and watch the action. She gave them two room numbers and told them the doors would be unlocked. Around eleven two couples and three girls came out of the elevator on the third floor of the hotel. They went to one of the hotel rooms. Grace and Claudine took it upon themselves to get the party going. They put on some music, turned on the TV on the hotel's house channel that was showing porno films, and slowly started to strip. The couples and the new girl watched how Grace spread her legs wide and started masturbating. She licked her tongue over her lips, inviting all to come and get it. Later on, when the girl and three guys entered the room they saw a mass of bodies, arms and legs on the bed. Moans, mixed with the sounds of the porno film on TV, filled the room. The place was a mess with fucking going on in every corner. It smelled like sweat and sperm. Grace, who was offering her slit to Claudine, noticed the spectators and extracted herself from the orgy. Naked she walked past the people who were watching, through the door out into the corridor. The three guys and the girl followed her. She went into the other bedroom down the hallway and positioned herself on the bed, arching her back, spreading her legs wide. The four were staring at her pussy, right into her throbbing hole. "Get naked guys, come and get it, let's fuck" she said. The four slowly stripped. The girl mounted her face, pushing her slit onto Grace's mouth. Simultaneously Grace felt fingers and tongues working themselves into her holes. She felt one of the guys' big cocks sliding into her wet hole. A short time later hot sperm sprayed her insides. Grace was totally worked up and close to coming. A loud moan, she buckled. Then the release. Her juices ran rampant. She was dripping out of her holes. The other girl came simultaneously, spraying her hot liquid all over Grace. She turned around on all fours. Another cock was penetrating her into her anus pressing down her tight canal. Someone force fed a cock into her mouth. She vigorously worked it over and felt the hot cum running through its shaft, filling her mouth. A few minutes later the cock in her ass exploded splashing sperm into her abdomen. She stood up on the bed and leaned against the wall. Underneath her, three guys fucked the other girl. Grace spread her legs, squatted deeply and wildly fingered herself, liquid running out of her holes. The moisture dripped on the moving bodies underneath her. She came again. Trembling on her feet with wobbly legs, she stiffened up. In the other room Claudine crawled from under the sweaty bodies and left the room. Naked she walked down the corridor. She was a mess, covered in sperm and sweat. She slowly opened the door to the other room, just in time to see Grace, squatting naked over the raging orgy underneath her, spray her liquid from her burning hole all over the other bodies. She stepped off the bed right next to Claudine. Both girls kissed, opened their legs and started fingering each other while watching the action. They looked at each other mischievously and horny, slowly mounting the bed from opposite sides. Both girls were quickly in the middle of the action again, being fingered, eaten and penetrated. Later in the night, fuckers from the other room came over to watch and join in, enjoying Grace and Claudine's hot bodies. Around four in the morning the girls left the action, showered, found their clothes and said goodbye. They staggered towards the station, almost too sore to walk. After a change of clothes in the station's toilets they were again in jeans, sweaters and jackets. They caught the first morning train. Upon arrival Grace kissed Claudine goodbye and arrived home around ten. She crashed onto her bed totally exhausted.