1 comments/ 25192 views/ 5 favorites My Debauchery By: Sir_Intuit Okay. I'll admit it. It was me who first suggested swinging. And my husband's rejection of the idea was emphatic to say the least. The truth is, after twelve years of marriage and in our late 30's, our sex life had become, well, boring and repetitive. In our early days we had been quite adventuresome, trying different things and discovering what we liked. He had drunk champagne from my vagina and I had sucked raspberry jam from his cock. He fucked me up my arse (I liked it) and I had swallowed his cum. Just another normal couple experimenting with what had been forbidden to us in our religious upbringing before marriage. It is fair to say that I no longer have the body I had when I met him. I was slim with smallish tits and prominent hip bones. Two children and some good food later, my tits now need a D-cup and my hip bones are no longer discernable. I hate to say it, but my bum is bigger too. After the kids, I worked hard to get my flat tummy back and succeeded to the extent that my waist measurement is back to what it was when I was 16 but the rest just refuses to shrink. I like to think that it gives me a much more dramatic waist-to-hip ratio and what might be considered quite a good figure. John (my husband) has also gained some weight but he has lost some hair to compensate. He is no Mr Atlas but he does still have a nice bum and I still find his uncircumcised cock inviting when it is hard and with his foreskin retracted to show his pear-shaped knob. So... now you know a bit about us. Perhaps it was John's complacency (or was that disinterest) that got me to looking a little more lustfully at men I saw in the street, speculating on what their cocks might look like and what they would do to me if they could. In times of solitude, when the kids were in bed and John was away on business, I would succumb to my filthiest fantasies and masturbate myself to sleep. I bought a vibrator to help me and when John found out about it, he shoved it up my cunt a few times, fucked me with his cock and went to sleep. He never touched it again. One day, hoping to inject something new into our sex lives, I grabbed his cock while he was pissing and told him I would like him to piss on my pussy. His flow stopped immediately and he angrily told me never to do that again, that I was disgusting and he slept with his back to me for weeks. Months later, after our sex life had resumed, he astonished me by suggesting that we join a nudist club. We needed to meet new people, he said. People who were just like us (!) I seriously doubted that anyone who was a nudist would have a sex life as boring as ours but he went on to explain that he had seen a club advertised that was described as a family club with children's playgrounds, camping facilities and a great social calendar. Considering my own now habitual crotch-gazing, I thought that it might be exciting to see the naked reality and enjoy the view of a few loose cocks and I really didn't mind that he would no doubt feast his eyes on all the tits he was likely to see. My thought of the possibility that we might find ourselves mixing with other couples who enjoyed a swinging lifestyle hadn't escaped me but I kept quiet about that and just agreed with his suggestion as any compliant wife would. Our first foray to the club was a sizzling hot summer's day. I wore shorts and a loose top without a bra and I noticed that John forgot his underwear when he dressed in his light-weight slacks and a colourful Hawaiian shirt. On arrival we were met by the club's secretary and his wife, a middle-aged couple, both stark naked. They showed us around the grounds, the play area and the swimming pool, the club house and the main sunbathing lawn, scattered with dozens of nude couples. Our guide invited us to find a spot that we liked on the lawn and told us if we needed to know anything, to just ask someone. Then he and his wife wandered off in the direction of the pool. John and I undressed, somewhat hesitantly but realizing that we were more conspicuous with clothes on, we soon felt the freedom that social nudity can provide. We looked around and absorbed the spectacle of families chatting together, picnicking or just enjoying the sun. We oiled each other's backs and settled down to watch the activity. True to expectations, John's eyes darted from one pair of breasts to another, some big, some small, some old and wrinkly, others with huge nipples that made me think of the words "well chewed." But my main interest was the cocks. Most men seemed to contrive to hide them between their legs when they were sitting but those who were walking around swung in all shapes and sizes, some circumcised (something I had not seen before) and others perched over a pair of enormous balls that looked as though they must be painful even to walk. A couple of around our own age came over and introduced themselves. The wife was quite pretty but her most notable feature was her total lack of pubic hair. Her husband was fairly nondescript and duly tucked his penis out of sight as he sat down. John had not yet learned that trick and as his eyes worked down the woman's body to her hairless mound, I noticed a distinct stirring down there of which he was seemingly unaware. Christine, as she had named herself, was not at all unaware of the effect she was having on him and arranged herself to provide him with an uninhibited view of her pouty pussy lips. John's cock grew to a full erection which she seemed to find amusing but she made no comment. Her husband, Kevin, perused my body, lingering on my inverted nipples (did I forget to mention that?), moved on down to my hairy triangle and then, apparently satisfied (or not), gazed off into the distance. Eventually they moved off and I teased John about his hard-on. He was embarrassed that I had noticed and scowled. I told him that I hoped to see more cocks with erections but that did not seem to impress him, either. The thought had crept into my mind though, how much I would like to see men's cocks hardening just from looking at me and I made a point of lying back on the grass with my legs spread a little more than might have been seemly, in the hope of inspiring some arousal from the males passing by. However, I was disappointed. It seems that most nudist men have seen so many naked pussies that they scarcely spared more than a glance. I decided to shave myself as had Christine and figured that if nothing else, it might make John a little more interested in me. That night in the bath, I got busy with my razor, lifting first one leg, then the other to get the bare look in between them. It was hard to know when to stop so I carried on back around my anus as well, just to be sure that no wayward tufts would spoil the effect when my legs were spread wide in front of strange men! All this handling of my bits made me just a little horny and I finished off with a nice little masty just as John came into the bathroom. He didn't comment but I noticed when he came to bed that he, too, had managed to clean shave his cock and balls, although his belly and his arse were still as hirsute as ever. He fucked me with some vigour that night so I concluded that nudism was likely to be considered a successful experiment. We went to the club almost every weekend after that. I did get to see one man, apparently asleep on his back, with the most amazing hard-on that twitched as he breathed. Another man asked if I would like to shower with him and stroked my bum when John wasn't looking. I declined but I would rather have said yes. I "accidentally" brushed his cock with the back of my hand, to show I wasn't rejecting him; just unsure of the outcome. He grinned and said, "Later then." If John noticed, he gave no sign. On another occasion, I found John in the pool with a heavy-breasted woman standing next to him, so close that her nipples were brushing his chest. A closer look showed that she had his cock in her hand and was busy wanking him under the water. In the minute or so before he noticed me, I saw a trail of semen floating away in the water as he made a final lurch into her hand. "Permission granted," I thought exuberantly to myself. "My turn next!" He tried to pretend that nothing had happened as he turned to greet me but I had my weaponry now and was determined to use it. For the rest of the day, I spread my legs shamelessly at every opportunity and was rewarded by a good many interested stares from a variety of men. Several couples who sat down to talk to us seemed to find it hard to keep their eyes above our waists and I treated one particularly yummy specimen to me absently retracting my clit hood to show him just how horny I was feeling. His response was an almost instant erection that he proudly displayed for a few moments before tucking it under his thigh with obvious difficulty. His wife and John were seemingly oblivious and conversing about rhododendrons or some such. The nudist club had seemed as though it might be a fertile ground to find swingers but in reality, apart from a few surreptitious gropings, there was no indication that we would be invited to participate in any wild orgies. The next time John was out of town, I turned my attention to the internet, seeking hopefully for a swingers group locally that might consider us as members. After perusing a lot of pornographic advertisements for couples who simply wanted to swap wives (or husbands) I eventually found a site dedicated to groups. "Group with indoor interests," the ad ran, "seek broad-minded couples with an appetite for variety and adventure." I sent off a reply suggesting that we may be interested and was astonished that within seconds an email arrived inviting us to a house a few blocks away for an interview. I wrote back explaining that my husband was away but that I would talk to him about it when he returned. The next email said that it would be fine if I came alone at first and that they could interview my husband later if he was interested. So it was arranged that the next night I would visit a couple who described themselves as "attractive" and "well endowed." I didn't know what to wear to such an interview so I decided that less might well be more under the circumstances. I showered and painstakingly ensured that I removed any possible stubble from my crotch. Then, in a frilly g-string, short skirt and lacy bra under a see-thru top, I set off to the address I had been given. Despite feeling justified after John's indiscretion in the pool, I was nervous and unsure what to expect. Would they just want to ask me questions or would I have to prove my willingness? Somewhat nervously, I rang the bell and the door was promptly answered by a quite respectable-looking man in elastic-waisted track pants and a tee-shirt that read "Swingers play better golf." Instinctively my eyes sought out the bulge in his pants and the obviousness of what they found sent a thrill up my legs to the very top. He smiled and led me through to a small sitting room where a decidedly busty woman in an almost transparent negligee lounged on a sofa. He introduced her as his wife, Margaret and told me that his name was Peter in swinging circles, for obvious reasons. I was offered a seat in a very low chair that I knew would be providing an almost perfect view up my short skirt. However, I sat and resisted the urge to cross my legs. "So you want to have sex with other people besides your husband?" Peter asked, as though he were asking whether I wanted a cup of tea. What could I say? I nodded. "Please answer, yes or no, dear," Margaret chimed in. "Yes." It slipped out so easily. Almost too easily. "You want men to stick their cocks up your cunt and fuck you, to root your arsehole and give you lots of cum to drink?" Her refined voice gave the lie to the crudity of her words. "And you want people to watch this happening to you?" I hadn't thought of that aspect of it but the excitement that the idea generated in me was undeniable. "Yes!" Where did that come from? Here I was agreeing to be fucked in all my holes by men I had not even met yet. "Some people may want to do more than just fuck you," Peter put in. "Have you ever tried water sports — you know, pissing games?" He asked. I remembered asking John to piss on my cunt and told him so. "I'll do anything anyone asks me to." What? Not only had I agreed to be fucked by strangers but to allow myself to be used in what might turn out to be the most obscene ways imaginable! And what was more, my cunt was drenched at the thought of it. "So, would you like to show us what you're offering?" Margaret's voice was soft and persuasive. My first thought was that she was asking me to pay an admission fee and realised that I had left my handbag in the car. Seeing my momentary confusion, she explained, "We would like to see you naked." Slowly I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse, dropping it on the floor behind me. My bra followed, my breasts, exposed with my inverted nipples hard but still inverted. It took a lot of sucking to make them stand up. My skirt followed, dropping to my feet and I realised that my sopping g-string was pulled tightly between my labia from the position I had been sitting in. Committed now, I pulled it down and stood totally naked in the middle of the floor. "Turn around, dear." Margaret's voice was soft and seductive as I slowly rotated showing them my shaven pubes and bare bottom. I felt much more exposed now than I ever had at the nudist club, even though I was no more naked now than there. "Show me your cunt," Peter told me and spreading my feet wide apart and bending my knees a little I grasped my cunt between my fingers, pulling it forward for them to see my swollen lips. I exposed my clit and stood there, not knowing quite what was expected beyond this. "Do you want to fuck her?" Margaret's question was directed at Peter who then turned to me. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked bluntly. I nodded shyly and then remembering that they liked verbal answers, whispered, "Yes." "When you join us, you will be asked that question a lot," he told me. "You will also be asked how you want to be fucked and you must be as explicit as possible, holding nothing back." Throwing caution to the winds, I said, "I want you to shove your big hard cock up my cunt and fuck me, make me suck your knob so I can taste your cum and I want you to fuck me hard up my arsehole and fill me up with your cum." There. I'd said it. There was no going back now. He told me to kneel across Margaret's knees and as I did so she parted her legs slightly to allow my tits to hang between them. Peter had removed his pants and without ado knelt in front of me, pushing his hardening cock into my mouth. As I sucked I could feeling him stiffening to full erection in my mouth and arching my back to get a better angle, tried to take his full length down my throat. My swallowing action seemed to make his knob swell even bigger until I thought he might choke me. Margaret's hand was probing between my pussy lips until I could feel her fingers moving inside me. I could feel my juices starting to run down my legs as she skilfully tantalised me. Then he was behind me. Someone was spreading my cunt lips as I felt his cock rammed full depth into me in one stroke. He fucked me without mercy, hammering my cervix with his knob with every stroke. I had been on the brink of climax when he entered me and now I could hold back no longer. My cunt exploded into a quivering, pulsing orgasm. As it subsided, I realised that someone had forced their finger into my anus and had felt every spasm that had gripped me. As he continued to fuck me, so did the finger, teasing my arsehole open and preparing me to be sodomised. I felt a momentary coolness as fresh air replaced the finger in what I was sure must be a gaping hole. Then His ramrod tool was forced up my bum hole, further and further until I thought it could go no further. His cock felt enormous as it stretched my seldom-fucked rectum until I screamed. Slowly at first and then faster and faster, he rooted me, his balls slapping my clit and swollen labia with each thrust. I could say I came again but that would be an understatement. Quite without my consent, my arse gripped his cock in a vice-like grip that prevented him from any movement in and out and had him locked at full depth inside. As the waves of my orgasm roared through me from head to foot, my body convulsed across Margaret's knees, my tits trapped firmly between them. Then his balls seemed to tighten, pressed as they were against my clit as he began pumping my bottom full of his super-heated semen. Finally he withdrew and as I stood with trembling knees I could feel his cum exuding from my bum, coating the inside of my cheeks and dribbling down my legs. I tried to clench my sphincter to hold it in but I had been stretched too wide and could not control the flow. I reached for my panties to wipe myself but Margaret took them from me and said simply, "No." They allowed me to dress without my g-string but I was reluctant to sit down again because of the tell-tale stain that would be left on the back of my skirt. I began to wonder what John would say if I told him that I had been fucked in every hole by a man who, an hour ago, I had never met while his wife had fingered me and squeezed my tits between her knees. I decided that I wouldn't tell him. At least, not until he had experienced a similar episode or two with another woman. They offered me a glass of wine but I declined. I felt far too shaky to trust myself and they seemed to understand. They promised to contact me with instructions on how to get to the next meeting of the group. I asked about John's interview and they laughed. "Oh I'm sure I can get him to perform adequately if you can get him to come," Margaret giggled. "Does he have a big cock?" "Not huge but nice," I told her. I figured that with his liking for tits the size of Margaret's and his cock in her mouth, he would make quite a good showing of himself and I was determined to see to it that he did. That little sneaky wank he had enjoyed in the pool had started an avalanche and there was no way I was going to allow it to stop there. When I got home, I stripped naked and tried to examine my arse in a hand mirror. True to expectations, my whole crotch was reddened and swollen but surprisingly my arsehole wasn't gaping quite as much as it felt like. Steaks of dried cum lined my thighs and I can't remember when I had felt more satisfied. I ran a bath and soaked for a long time in the water, remembering the touch of a stranger's hands on my body and the feel of his prick penetrating my most secret depths. When John returned from his trip, I made no mention of my 'interview,' and he seemed to be too tired for sex, going straight to sleep. I began to wonder if he was not, in fact, having some fun of his own on his trips and not telling me. The next weekend was raining and we did not go to the nudist club. Instead, I had told him that I had met some people who were keen to swing with us if he was agreeable. He looked a little shocked at first and asked if this meant that I was prepared to have other men screwing me at such a party. I said that I wouldn't mind if I knew he was having fun too and pointed out that he would be meeting lots of horny women who wanted nothing more than for him to fuck them. Then I told him that I had seen him cumming in the hand of the woman at the pool and knew that he wouldn't have minded screwing her if he could have. That convinced him. When the email arrived giving directions to the house for our first swinging party, I showed it to him. The instructions were specific. Since this was to be our first introduction to the group, we were to be the guests of honour and the centre of attention. For some reason, this seemed to flatter John and he raised no objection to the rest of the requirements. My Debauchery We would find the garage door open and we were to drive in, undress in the garage and lock our clothes in the car. We were then to lock the car and put the keys through a little hatchway beside the door and wait to be admitted. Clearly there was to be no escape until they were ready for us to leave but this point seemed not to phase John one bit. When the day came and we were dressing for the occasion, he commented that it probably didn't matter what we wore because our clothes would be locked in the car anyway. Just the same, I noticed that he put on some tight fitting slacks that showed a distinct bulge and took particular care with shaving (both ends)and splashing cologne over himself. I had decided that shaving was altogether too awkward and had treated myself to a full Brazilian waxing. I was tempted to go without panties but decided to wear some anyway, if only to make a production of removing them in the garage before we were invited in. I skipped the bra this time, though. I figured it would be too much hassle but I wouldn't mind if my panties got abandoned again. Beside, John is a tit man and I hoped the sight of my tits under my see-thru top would help to arouse his interest before we got there. There was not a lot of conversation as we drove across the city. I asked John if he was feeling randy at the thought of fucking other women but he just grunted noncommittally. Personally, I was feeling decidedly hot and already my panties were wet with anticipation. Perversely, I wanted John to see me being fucked as Peter had fucked me, to hear me begging nameless men to ram their cocks into me and cum in me. I wanted him to be watching as my cunt convulsed around their cocks and their cum running out of me. I have long wished that I could gush when I cum like some of my girlfriends have claimed. Maybe tonight it would happen. I also wanted to see John, teased beyond endurance until he could no longer help himself from ejaculating in front of everyone. I wondered if there might be some of the water sports Peter had spoken of and what it would be like. Would they make John piss on my cunt if I told them that was what I wanted? Maybe other men would do it too or even piss in my mouth. Strangely, the idea did not revolt me. I have even wondered what it would be like if I were to piss while I was being fucked. Could I do it? Would I piss in front of other people if they asked me to? I didn't know but I was certainly ready to find out if the opportunity arose. My mind conjured up the image of the woman at the pool, holding John's cock as she directed the flow of piss into her mouth. Wow! I wonder if he would! When we arrived, as promised the garage door at the end of the drive was open and the garage was empty for our car. Perhaps a dozen other cars were parked haphazardly around the lawn and on the side drive so we knew there were probably at least that many couples already there. The butterflies started as we drove in and the electric door closed behind us. No escape, I thought, no matter what. A light came on as we entered and as we got out of the car, I could see a security camera trained on us. It moved so I assumed that somebody inside was watching us as, in accordance with instructions, we stripped naked and posted the keys to the locked car through the little hatchway beside the interior door. John had done a good job of shaving his cock, I noticed, removing a wide circle of hair all around the shaft and his balls almost gleamed in the light. I was almost certain that he had shaved his arse as well which at least showed his commitment to our new activity. I idly wondered if he would like to have another man fuck him up his arse but at that moment, the door opened and we were greeted by Peter and Margaret, both as naked as we were. Thankfully they gave no sign of having met me before, let alone fucked the daylights out of me. Margaret seized John by his still flaccid cock and led him forward towards the main room where we could hear voices and the clink of glasses. Peter nuzzled my neck from behind and felt between my bum cheeks and as he propelled me in front of him behind John he whispered in my ear that he hoped that my arsehole was ready for lots of cock. He stuck his finger in it for good measure. So we entered the room, John, his cock firmly in Margaret's grasp and visibly hardening as she squeezed; me walking awkwardly with Peter's finger up my bum. The crowd turned and let out a cheer as we were led to the centre of the room. They were standing or sitting around the room with wine glasses in their hands and seemed to be expecting us as the stars of the show. Apart from the fact that some of the men were at least semi-hard, there was no sign that there had been any sort of sexual activity before we arrived although there was a definite smell of sexual arousal and an air of expectancy. Peter announced us in the same manner as a butler might although I never met a butler who had his finger up my arse. Margaret retracted John's foreskin to display his glans, swollen now and the eye smiling lewdly at the crowd. It was announced that as the guests of honour, we were to have the first attentions and after that, everyone could do whatever they liked to whoever they like, no holds barred. It was John who was to be the first and a very shapely woman came up and stood in front of him her belly touching the tip of his cock. Her tits were capped with the most amazing nipples, almost an inch long and clearly rock hard. I envied her and the way he couldn't take his eyes off them as she asked in a sweet voice if he would like to fuck her. "Um, er, okay," John stumbled with a sidelong glance at me, still wriggling on Peter's finger. "And exactly how do you want to fuck me?" "Um, well, er, um, I suppose I'll put my cock inside you and we'll fuck." John was blushing. "Whereabouts inside me are you going to put your big hard cock?" "Er, in your vagina, I guess." John was mumbling now. "Oh I want more than that from you," she said with a cheeky grin and she sank to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and I noticed that Margaret was still holding his foreskin back so that the other woman could get her tongue around his knob without using her hands. He made an effort as though to pull back but she grabbed his hips and pulled him into her as Margaret pulled just as strongly in the other direction on his cock. I knew from experience that this would have his knob distended and the eye dilated as I imagined the tip of her tongue forcing its way into the tiny opening. Then without warning, she withdrew leaving his cock bobbing in front of him, the knob purple and straining under Margaret's hand. Without a word, they tied his hand behind his back with a soft-looking rope and led him to a post a bit like a hatstand without the hooks but with a clearly substantial base where they secured him facing the room with his erection jutting in front of him. Another woman came over to him and forced her little finger into the end of his cock, making him grimace with the combination of pain and pleasure. She wiggled her finger a little and withdrew, leaving him on display in a state of advanced arousal. "Would you like to see your wife being fucked?" someone asked him. He nodded and was promptly told that he must give verbal answers that everyone could hear. "Yes," he almost shouted and then when asked how he wanted to see me fucked, he said, "Up her cunt, in her mouth, everywhere. Fuck her arsehole and make her suck your cocks afterwards. Give her cum and piss to drink. She likes that!" I was shocked at the vehemence and blatant obscenity of his answer. I had no idea he had such concepts in him. He wanted to see me being degraded in front of him and to take pleasure in my shame. One of the men produced a wooden device about two feet long with holes at either end which he locked around John's ankles, preventing him from bringing his legs together. As a final gesture, he reached up and gave John's balls a friendly squeeze which I thought would bring tears to his eyes. Instead, his cock which had been beginning to droop, rose up again to full erectness. Maybe he likes the touch of another man, I thought. Then it was my turn. Peter, with his finger still in my arse, propelled me over to a curious device, a bit like a big rocking horse but longer. There was a well padded seat on one end that he sat me on and footrests that were so far forward that when my feet were fastened to them, my knees almost touched my chest. There were handholds, too, positioned so that when I held them, I was bent almost double with my arse and cunt and everything spread wide apart and hanging off the edge of the seat. My tits, too, were within reach of anyone who wanted to touch them, hanging beneath my outstretched arms. Never in my entire life have I felt so totally exposed and being displayed like this in a room full of strangers and with my husband looking on, excited me to the point of madness. When Peter asked if I wanted to be fucked and by whom, remembering John's answer I replied firmly that I wanted to be fucked by everyone who wanted to fuck me, in any hole they chose and that I wanted to be forced to cum in any way they wanted me to. John's eyes widened but he never said a word. Peter went first. Without preamble he rammed his cock into my cunt and fucked me just as hard as the previous time. I came almost the instant his cock touched my cervix and continued with a series of little orgasms until finally I could feel his cum being pumped deep inside me. Scarcely had he withdrawn than another man took his place, pounding mercilessly into my exposed cunt. His cock must have been shorter than Peter's because he did not touch my cervix but I still came for him all the same. The next man to come over was hung like a horse, literally. His cock must have been 12 inches long and looked as thick as my arm. As he stood there waving this monster at my face, he asked the ritual question, did I want to be fucked by him. I thought that I would probably be ruined for life if he fucked me with that thing but still I found myself saying, "Yes" and begging him to fill my cunt with his cum. I'll say this, he was gentle and considerate. He didn't try to force his full length into me but stood over me, rubbing the end directly on my g-spot. How could he locate it so readily when John had never found it yet? As he worked just inside the entrance to my cunt, someone began to twirls their fingers around my clit. I figured it must be a woman because the touch was so knowledgeable and electrifying. I felt something building inside me that I had never felt before. I thought I must be going to pee right in the middle of being fucked but the sensation kept building until for the first time ever, I ejaculated. What seemed like gallons of my fluids cascaded from my open cunt to splash over the man's cock and onto the floor. The roar of applause confused me at first. I still didn't quite know what had happened or why or where I could have stored so much juice. I sneaked a quick peek over to John to try to gauge his reaction from his expression. Having his wife made to squirt for the first time by another man's cock might well have unsettled him but although his eyes were wide open and fixed on me, one woman was carefully masturbating him, keeping him at the peak of excitement but without allowing him to cum. His expression was strained but clearly had more to do with his own urge to ejaculate than my new achievement. At that point, someone decided that I needed a break from the horse thing. I was helped down and led by the hand to a man, lying on his back with his cock in his hand pointing straight up. "Do you want to ride my cock?" "Oh yes, yes please!" I straddled him sinking myself down onto his shaft until it would go no further. He reached out and squeezed my tits, teasing my nipples with his nails until they eventually protruded a little. Then he pulled me down until he could take one into his mouth. He sucked like a milking machine, until finally he got the little bud to stand erect and then he started on the other one. Bent double like this with one cock firmly lodged in my cunt, my arse was spread wide and longing for some action. A young guy obliged and after first feeding his long thin shaft down my throat, slid it up into my waiting rectum with ease. I had never experienced double penetration before but I liked the sense of fullness it gave me. No pain, just the knowledge that my whole bottom end was full of cocks. I asked another man if I could suck his cock to make it a perfect threesome. Without hesitation, he crouched down so that I could get it in my mouth and I sucked and toyed at it with my tongue until, without warning, he was spewing his semen onto my tonsils. I loved the taste. It was kind of sweet and I wished there were more. While he was still twitching between my lips, the man behind me shot his salvo deep into my bowels. Surge after surge was pumped up into me and I promptly came again. Not gushing this time but a strong deep anal cum that was new to me. His spasms must have set off the guy I was sitting on (can they feel each other's cock when they're both up me?) and with a heave that almost dislodged me, fiery rockets were suddenly bombarding my womb. I squirted again and was bemused to see the clear fluid spilling from inside me across the guy's stomach. He wiped his fingers in it and tasted it, coming back for more. "Cum in my mouth," he croaked so I shuffled up and straddled his face so that he could use his tongue on me. Sure enough, within minutes I was gushing again, the poor man swallowing frantically trying to get it down... By this time, I really did want to pee and I said so. No problemo! Someone untied John and laid him on his back, his legs still held apart and his cock almost crimson with all the wanking he had had and the sheer frustration of wanting to cum but being denied. "Here's your new toilet, one of the women said and led me over to squat over John's upturned face. I couldn't hold on any longer and while someone held his mouth wide open (how did they do that?) I let loose a deluge of piss and accumulated cum over his face. I tried to aim for his mouth but there was just too much and although he gallantly swallowed what he could, he still ended up with a face covered in urine and pearly globules of ejected cum. This was evidently a banquet for some of the girls and they set about licking him clean. Now that the piss play had begun, there was no holding back. One man wanted to give me a piss enema (which he did) while several others pissed into my gaping mouth and cunt. I drank all I could and to tell the truth, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I agreed to every request made to me. The women, too, wanted to use me and I must have swallowed gallons of piss, licked all twelve clits and cunts, some several times, had women squirting into me and at me and all the while having a cock rammed into either my cunt or arse or both. I had long since lost track of who had had me and how but I didn't care. I had become the cum bucket I had heard about and loved it. I wanted more, from men, women or both and they gave until I could hold no more. I pissed indiscriminately when I felt the urge and loved the knowledge that my cunt lips were being pulled open so that they could see the piss squirting from my pee hole. My clit was raw from all the licking, nibbling and biting it had enjoyed and, surprise, surprise, my nipples had stayed erect and had even somehow elongated with all the mouths that had suckled on them. My cunt and arsehole were gaping wide and my jaw was sore from all the cocks that had fucked it. And then there was John. Tied again to his post, his cock still raging. Most, if not all of the girls had used him as a toilet after me, some of them several times as well as some of the men. His bladder was bursting from all the piss he had swallowed and at last it gave way. A fountain of piss erupted from his still stiff cock and I quickly positioned myself under the flow so that he was pissing directly into my gaping cunt. One of the women grabbed him to keep the flow on target. When my cunt was full, I knelt before him while they directed the rest into my mouth. The hands on his cock must have been too much for him at last as no sooner had his piss dwindled than he began shooting huge streams of cum at my upturned face. Look mum! No hands! His hips thrust violently as the jets continued to spurt forth until finally exhausted, his cock began to droop. A last ritual question. "Are you willing to be our fuck slut, to fuck whoever you are told, wherever you are told, whenever you are told?" "Will you willingly display your genitals to anyone who wants to see them and allow them to do whatever they like to you at any time they wish?" A big loud "YES!" "Oh yes please!" I have become the filthiest person I know and I love it. If I could be filthier, I would. John didn't get to fuck any of the women that night but almost every day now, a couple will come to our home to fuck me and the women will force their cunts or arseholes onto his inevitably hard cock and ride him until he is milked dry. I have known him to come as many as seven times in one evening into seven different women. Often they will have him eat his cum out of their pussies and I always have him clean me up after I have been given a big load of cum. That is, unless I want to eat it myself. I have been made to fuck hobos in public toilets, ride mechanical cocks in public until I cannot stop cumming. I gush almost as often as I pee and my nipples are no longer inverted. Just longer, harder and always available. John's cock is also available to any woman who has an itch to scratch and is seemingly always hard. Sometimes he provides the second cock if I am to be doubly penetrated, so that he can feel the other man rooting me, feel him cumming inside me and me being made to cum over and over again as their cocks ram into my body. It is our thing, private and not to be shared. Except that my younger sister (she's 23) tells me she wants to become someone's sex slave. What's with that?