1 comments/ 30517 views/ 1 favorites Nightsong Ch. 01 By: EarthSeaSky (c) EarthSeaSky It had been a long hard day at the office. In fact, it had been a long hard week of haggling over a building contract. That evening, Ann sat opposite me across our small dining table as we finished off the last of her home made apple pie. The tang of cinnamon and cloves did wonderful things for me. She topped our glasses with the Merlot. "Thanks honey, did I ever tell you that your cooking is even better than my mum's?" I schmoozed. Ann considered me over the rim of her glass, "Of course it is, otherwise you would never have left home ... my mother always told me that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. What she forgot to mention was, how much fun it can be getting there," she chuckled. "Hmm, I'll drink to that," I grinned at her innuendo. "Fay called this afternoon...she and John have invited us to meet them for a night on the town, tomorrow. We would meet as usual at the Black Opal for drinks and a few dances and later, if we felt like it, move on to some other stylish place they visited recently, what do you think?" "Sounds fine, except for the drive ... you know what North Sydney is like on a Saturday night," I said. "No worries...they are leaving their car at home and suggested we do the same." "That's the best suggestion I've heard all week, but I never thought I'd hear that from John ... He goes nowhere without his Beamer," I said. Ann skipped happily towards the phone, "OK, I'll call Fay to count us in." And so it was that we met at our favorite haunt the following night. John and I have known each other since we were kids at school, where each of us had acquired a kind of hero status amongst our classmates for jacking off during French. For our checkered history of misdemeanors, we had long been banned from sitting together. The principal had seated us at desks on opposite sides of the classroom. We took fiendish delight in embarrassing our teacher, the cute and voluptuous Mlle. Lecocq, by pulling down hard on our exposed and raging erections, then letting them spring back up against the plywood bottom of our desks with a succession of resounding thwumps! and thwacks! From the depth of her scarlet flushes, it became evident that the young Mme. Lecocq must finally have guessed as to the type of percussive instruments being used to create the disturbance, and also, from our glazed expressions, those responsible for its emanation. Addressing me directly with only the hint of a smile, she had carried on regardless, "Marius n'est pas tres intelligent." Some thirty years later we are just as horny as ever, and although neither of us have ever openly admitted it, we are each aware of how hot we are for each other's wives. And as we sat at the bar openly admiring their fully mature figures and elegant dress, we also knew that our women were likewise attracted to both of us. Every once in a while a challenging glance was exchanged, our body language spoke of the chemistry that engulfs the four of us. John and I had been sitting on our perches at the cocktail bar, chatting idly over our drinks for long enough to loosen up. Engaged in animated girl talk, Fay and Ann were comfortably out of earshot at a nearby table when Ann glanced up from her martini to catch John's ever roving eye. He was openly appraising her credentials in open-mouthed approval. She was used to this, and acknowledged his admiration with an "eat your heart out baby" smile. Provocatively, she puckered her lips to shape a wisp of a kiss that had both John and I plunging our hands into our pockets! Ann stands a leggy 5ft 7", marginally taller than me. At forty-five, the arrogant thrust of her proud bare breasts accented by pert, pink nipples that are always erect, are two reasons why she's such fun to shower with. Her eyes are as warm and soft as her close quicksilver hairstyle that sparkles with vitality. There is about her a slight air of sexual modesty and shyness to set a man's loins afire. Fay by contrast at 5ft 2", is a petite green-eyed, strawberry blonde blessed with a magnificent DD bust and all the sexual assurance that such assets confer upon a woman. Her hair is long and she wears it loosely drawn up into a scroll on top. Her perfect legs excite speculation as to the ecstasy that might be found between them when they are locked around your neck. Despite their appearances, Ann and Fay share a common heritage, both are English with a deep, rounded, mellow voice and tonal range - in itself an instrument of lust. Fay's slight London West End accent is pitched just slightly higher, yet melodious in extremis. Without ever having crossed the normal borders of conventional morality, we have shared many flirtatious evenings together and, on one such occasion after several drinks, Fay confided in front of us all that the first time she saw what John held in store for her, she cried, "My god! You're not putting that thing in me!" Thereafter Ann would sometimes pay him tribute and refer to him deferentially as, 'Big Bad John'. The girls would laugh and giggle and wiggle their tits at him, and we would all get horny, especially Ann. The evening was moving along nicely. More couples and singles were arriving as the black band began to play with passion. Ann wore a backless electric-blue, three quarter length dress, sheer black stockings and silver stilettos. We had a few more rounds of drinks that really set us rolling. Ann could scarcely conceal her fascination with the bare chested, black lead drummer, and the power bulge at the crotch of his tight black leather pants. Sensing her gaze he looked up suddenly and flashed her an appraising smile. Ann acknowledged him as demurely as she could, all that was left of the lady in her, blushed! In layered Cockney, Fay teased, "Hmm, cutie isn't he luv?" Laser light beams cast shards of luminescent color on the dancers and the female vocalist was singing Gloria. Fay and I locked eyes and my heart reset its rhythm to the beat. I slid off my stool and led her to the dance floor. She wore a black silk sheath dress split one side to the hip, sheer silk stockings and black stilettos. A large greenish colored stone set in a silver band encircled her neck. The total effect was stunning. Savoring her scent I took and held her close. She pressed her swollen tits into me as our right legs brushed. We danced together and my rock hard cock kept bumping against her thigh. Melded thus she raised her eyes to mine and in each other we recognized a wanton, insatiable lust. The black drummer quickened his beat. Her lips parted as we kissed, so gently at first. Our tongues tangoed, teased and tantalized as they savored the first of the other's juices. The scene before us swirled and disintegrated into a strobe of frozen images. John and Ann in a kaleidoscope of laser light, her arms around his neck and his around her hips and shapely ass, teased and tormented her with his big bad John! They were all but oblivious of their unshared passion. I felt a sudden pang of jealousy and yet, I thought, why should I, as I held his woman closer. "You love her very much, don't you Marius?" Fay's question spoken in my ear above the music caught me by surprise. She had read me like a neon sign. "Indeed I do, just as much as you do John, and he does you - we've known you guys for a long time and we read your marriage as rock solid." Another disturbing strobe of Ann's bare back and John's broad, clasping hands arced at us across the floor. "Exactly, and that's why I don't feel jealous about John flirting with Ann ... or for that matter, with anyone else he might get the hots for from time to time," Fay added in a matter of fact tone. "Aren't you afraid that one day one or both of you might take it a bit too far and blow yourselves apart?" "Not at all" she continued, "so long as it's all open and above board, it has the effect of keeping us horny, and our sex life exciting and alive." "And does John feel the same about your flirting?" I asked. "What do you think!" she laughed mischievously as her hand slid deep into my trouser pocket to squeeze my raging erection through the lining. My groan was scarcely heard amid a crescendo of drums that brought the bracket to a close. We all reached our table more or less together. Fay with a confiding look took Ann by the arm and led her towards the palm fringed, red carpeted foyer. John and I sat back on our stools, admiring their shapely butts as they strutted through the swinging glass doors to the ladies powder room. We looked at each other and grinned. "My shout mate, so what'll it be old man?" asked John. "Bloody old man yourself! A double cognac and no ice, seeing as you're paying for it, you crapped out old sleaze bag." In the idiom of Aussie mateship, such an exchange of insults between close mates is an indicator of the high esteem in which they hold each other, much in the way of mongrel dogs that sniff each other's butts - you've got to like each other a lot to do it without getting killed. The barman set the drinks on the bar including fresh martinis for the girls which John had ordered. After a savoring moment John's blue-gray eyes leveled at me over his Scotch, "Quite a pair of hotties we landed ourselves, eh mate?" "We sure did," I agreed, "and I guess the girls are probably saying much the same about us as they powder their pussies!" we laughed. The band started up again before John said, "Marius, when the girls get back and we wind it up here, how would you and Ann like to come along to a very private party with Fay and Me?" This was the second time during the course of the evening that I had been thrown an unexpected question. I just looked at him and said, "OK, give?" "Well, a coupla weeks ago Fay and I were invited to a very friendly private party, nice guys, gorgeous women, about six or seven couples in all - a really wild night, we had a great time. I have an idea that you and Ann would love it." "Hmm, sounds interesting, but I don't know whether Ann would think so." "Well, I think Fay was going to sort that one out with her and speaking of she-devils, here they come now and by the look of the fresh war-paint, they're both ready to kill." The girls sat down with us at the bar, laughing at the looks on our faces as they lifted their martinis and took a succession of seriously long sips. Ann and I read the look of nervous excitement written on each other's faces. She answered my inquiring look with a wry smile and a raising of her eyebrows in silent consent to do this night that which we both desired. Turning to John and Fay I said, "Well guys, looks as if we're going to your party." Ann smiled provocatively, "Well darling, if you're happy to watch me make a complete slut of myself, then yes, let's do it!" John and I thrust our hands into our pockets to gather loose change and we all roared with laughter. On downing our drinks I turned to John, "OK big boy, you know the way, so lead us into temptation and debauchery!" The girls just looked at each other and grimaced at my crassness. John and Fay walked ahead through the foyer to the elevator. As we stood waiting Fay said suddenly, "Hang on a minute, I need to speak with the receptionist, won't be a minute," She dashed away. The desk was on the opposite side of the foyer. We made small talk as Fay spoke with the receptionist. She leaned towards him raising a cupped palm to the side of her mouth in a gesture of confidentiality as she kept nodding and glancing back towards the cabaret. The receptionist finally nodded and lifted the receiver of the house phone. Fay skipped back to us, just as the elevator doors slid open. John and I simply looked at each other and shrugged as the girls entered the elevator. Neither of us could imagine what Fay had confided to the desk. Had my mind been less focused on my raging erection, I might then have asked why we were going up, instead of down, to catch a subway train to wherever it was we were going. All I was aware of as Ann linked her arm through mine was her heat and the scent of her arousal. The floor level indicator light rose at an alarming rate until it reached the top. A minute later we stepped out into at the hotel's heliport lounge in time to watch through the observation window the touch down of a Bell6 Dragonfly. "Good bloody god mate, some fucking party, where the hell is it, Canberra?" "Don't worry about it now, you can figure it later after you've met and been initiated into the group ... as I said mate, it's a private party." All my notions as to what the word "initiation" could imply raised my levels yet again, as we scurried towards the chopper. Nightsong Ch. 02 The pilot stepped out onto the pad and beckoned us to board. From beneath her metallic blue helmet to match the Bell, a mass of fiery red hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. She wore a strapless, black leather bra top above matching skintight pants. "Hi John, Hi Fay," she yelled above the noise of the idling Bell, "wonderful to have you join us once again, please introduce me." She directed an appraising smile towards Ann and me. "Hi' ya Natalie, you sexy bitch, meet Marius and Ann," said John, lecherously ogling her small but outrageously protruding breasts. Oh my god, I thought, as I mentally stripped her - it didn't take a lot of imagination. Even Ann didn't hide her admiration as she returned her smile. I had a raging boner and it showed. The Dragonfly seats five passengers in all, one beside the pilot and four in two rows behind. John eagerly helped Ann into one of the two rearmost seats before climbing in beside her. Fay gave me a tantalizing glimpse of bare thigh as she raised her leg to step aboard. I swung in beside her and was about to close the hatch when a voice that I recognized as belonging to the Opal receptionist came over the radio. "Alpha November 69, hold position for your other passenger." Natalie lifted the mike to her sensuous lips. "Alpha November 69 to Opal Base...holding." A minute or two later a tall, dark figure stepped onto the pad and strode towards the waiting Bell. "Well Ann, looky who it is! ... Now aren't you the lucky one," Fay giggled as the lead drummer in whom Ann had been so interested in 'down below', swung his lean bulk into the vacant front seat beside Natalie. If Ann flushed, then she kept it to herself and gave nothing away as to indicate her thoughts or feelings. Natalie greeted him with a smoldering sidelong glance, "Hi Milton, I thought you had deserted me." "Hey dudes, thanks for waiting." Milton said, in a Deep Southern accent, "Boss man raised all hell until Big Daddy agreed to sit in for me, great guy." After a few minutes of belting up and awaiting clearance from Mascot Tower, the Bell lifted with a roar into the midnight blue of the Sydney sky. Natalie spoke into the cabin microphone, "Welcome aboard folks, tonight after we land I will be your party hostess so please sit back, relax, and enjoy yourselves." The microphone clicked off and the cabin lights went out. Reflected in the Plexiglas, I caught a glimpse of John and Ann leaning into each other, "Oh my god John! Do you have a license to carry this weapon?" "Come here you hot slut", John whispered above Ann's smothered giggles, and a rustling of her skirt. Silence for a bit and then, "Hmm ...Ooh...Oh yes John ... yes, just there! Oooh!" Somehow it made me even hornier to hear my wife getting hot to another man's touch. The Bell banked steeply affording us a breathtaking view of the city lights a few hundred feet below. Luna Park, the Sydney Harbour Bridge, the floodlit sails of the Sydney Opera House. And out of Circular Quay a stream of ferries etched their wakes on the harbor between Manly, Mosman, and Taronga Park. Obviously, we were heading southeast towards the coast. Fay leaned into me as I put my arm around her. "Coo" she mimed, laying on her cockney accent, "isn't it just luverly!" She gave a wicked giggle as her hand clasped firmly around my throbbing cock! I groaned as I began fondling her through the sheer black magic of her dress. She unzipped my pants and kept squeezing my cock, whilst at the same time lightly stroking her thumb over my corona. She soon had it weeping tears of sheer joy. I lifted her skirt above her knees as she eagerly spread her legs as wide as the engineers that had designed this sky bubble had not allowed for. My fingertips traced the soft inner whiteness of her thighs until they reached the hot wet lips of her pantie-less pussy. I began caressing and tormenting her as I circled my finger around the hood of her engorged clitoris. She squeezed my cock tighter sending a wave of lust through my loins and legs, which spread like fire to the tips of my toes. Like nimble fencers, we feinted and parried each other's lust. I thrust my fingers deeply into her hot wet cunt, curving them to caress her G spot. She arched in her seat and moaned, "Ooh, yes luvee, Fuck me! Fuck me with your fingers!" None of what was going on behind him had been lost on Milton, one very sexy man. We couldn't see what his long velvet fingers were doing to Natalie, but it didn't take much imagination. Their sidelong glances were easily readable by the luminous glow of the instruments spread before them - their bodies were on the same frequency continuously signaling each other like the Bell's transponder with Air Traffic Control. Natalie protested weakly, "Behave yourself Milton ... later!" then miming his accent, "How in hell do you expect me to 'flar this godam thang'!" A few minutes later Natalie's cabin microphone broke the spell, "Sorry to disturb you folks. Please fasten your seat belts. We will be landing in about five minutes," Click. I had lost all sense of time and had no idea as to where we were or how far we might have flown. The bright warm orb of a harvest moon rose out of the sea to port, and ahead a curving line of unbroken surf stretched before us down the coast of New South Wales. Flying at only a few hundred feet we watched in wonder the glowing patterns of phosphorous on wet sand as rollers spent their foam upon a virgin beach. Natalie adjusted the rotor's pitch as we began descending towards the finger of a high bluff that pointed into the Pacific. Above it, the glittering pendant of the Southern Cross was suspended in the clear night sky. A minute later we were circling an austere sandstone mansion that stood above the cliffs as a sentinel faces the sea. Natalie set us down softly beside two other parked helicopters, some fifty yards from the house on a large lawn that from above we could see was just a small part of its grounds. The rotors flickered to a stop, then opening the hatch Natalie sprang to the lawn as nimbly as a cat. Removing her helmet she shook her hair free with a toss of her head, "Welcome to Oceanview folks," she said, as we all climbed out and stretched our legs. "And now, if you are all hot to trot, let's go party shall we!" she grinned. In the levity given of the moment we laughed as Natalie and Milton led us towards the house. Milton had his arm around her shoulders, pulling her slightly off balance and playfully teasing and groping her as they walked. She giggled and pretended to reject him with slaps and punches to his arm and chest, to which he reacted as a stallion under whip. John and Fay had their arms about each other as they walked ahead of us. Occasionally they would give each other a playful slap on the butt, followed by peals of laughter. They teased each other with innuendo about the previous party, "I hope you aren't planning on spending all your savings on that blue-eyed, blonde guy again tonight, honey - I think Marius wants to make a big deposit to your money box," John taunted. Fay flashed back, "Oh shut up! After the way you blew your bundle last week on that red-hot Italian slut who almost killed you, you'll be lucky if you can keep it up for Ann tonight!" Ann and I walked tightly arm in arm sensing each other's mix of high level excitement and nervous apprehension. Perhaps our body language spoke of the pact we had made, to experience together, or separately, whatever might await us within the looming sandstone walls of Oceanview. "Are you still OK with this?" I said, with some concern. She threw me a slow smile. "Just a touch of stage fright darling, I'll be fine ... besides, I've passed the Rubicon." "Rubicon?" I queried. "A point of no return, darling," she said. Then sliding her hand deep into my hip pocket she reached down to my aching shaft, "Hmm ...and looks like you've passed it too I'd say my love. Whatever has Fay done to make it so big and hard?" she teased. "Nothing that John hasn't done to yours I'd guess, ... you "hot slut," I quoted him. She just wiggled her tits at me and smiled as she glanced up at the canopy of stars, and at all the nocturnal beauty that surrounded us. Strolling by moonlit roses and beds of frangipani, we drew nearer the double story Georgian mansion. A huge magnolia bedecked in lustrous creamy blooms laid an intoxicating fragrance upon the summer night. Soft, warm light shone from tall, paned windows surrounding its central portico. Natalie flashed a signal from a gadget and the large oak door swung open, and closed behind us, as we entered the richly paneled entrance hall. On either side of the hall stood a Greek god carved from marble. Two stuffed peacocks, perched on pedestals, welcomed us - to symbolize male vanity, I mused. There are few sexier sounds than the imperious clicking on parquets of 3 pairs of stilettos. The girls had announced our arrival as dramatically as a drum roll. Natalie led us through the archway, into a large reception area, to join a group of trendily dressed couples sipping cocktails. Amid their cheers we entered. "Hey Wonder Woman, Welcome back!" "Hi Fay, we've missed you!" "Hi there, Big John! Hi ya Milton! ... And I've missed you both!" cooed a cute little blue-eyed blonde. Her ponytail was tied with a bow of scarlet ribbon, in the artful way of a woman. Natalie raised the palms of her hands, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you, but before we continue, it is my pleasure to introduce to you, on behalf of John and Fay, our new playmates, Marius and Ann. I'm sure you will make them most welcome," she said, with a provocative curve of her full, red lips. The company received us warmly. The women gathered around Ann whilst I met and shook hands with the guys. John, Fay, and Milton drifted away to join the others. A topless waitress, with a heart-shaped face and comely smile, presented me with a tray of assorted cocktails. Her straight chestnut hair was parted in the middle and fell naturally over her shoulders, and half way down her back. My eyes feasted upon the arresting thrust of her breasts, which made choosing a drink dead easy. With my eyeballs glued to her hard dark nipples I just groped for a glass and swilled it ...for all I knew it might well have been straight hemlock. "Hello" I said, "I love your hair," I grinned. "I'm so pleased that you've finally noticed it." She answered with a laugh. "What's your name?" I asked? "Gale," she replied. "Hi Gale, nice to meet you. I hope I'll see more of you tonight," I said. "Oh you will," she whispered, "I am always at your service Sir," she winked with a parting smile, and tossing her head she turned on her heels and wiggled her cheeky bare ass away. At the foot of a wide marble staircase stood a large round table of dips, fruit, and light refreshments. In the background there was music, the melodious tones of a blues band, somewhere upstairs. Ann was standing by the table talking and drinking with a tall, German guy with sky blue eyes and a blonde crew cut. Holding his drink in one hand and a bottle in the other, he was refilling her glass. Once we had refreshed ourselves at the table and rejoined our partners, Natalie walked over to us. "I'm not sure if Fay and John have mentioned it, but it is our custom to welcome new playmates to our group with an initiation. I think you will both find it erotic and exciting." "Well yes, John did mention it, but gave no details. I must say it sounds intriguing, I'm literally itching with curiosity", I said. The remark wasn't lost on Natalie as she lowered her gaze to the bulge in my trousers, "Well your itching curiosity is about to be scratched, sweetie," she smiled provocatively. With a touch of modest shyness Ann added, "Well then, will you tell us when this is to take place and just what will be expected of me, ... us?" Natalie studied her watch and looked at each of us earnestly, "Your initiation will commence at the stroke of midnight, which gives us just two hours to prepare you. So if you will both follow me, all will be revealed," she whispered confidentially. Natalie led us up the staircase. I glanced down over the brass balustrade though the crystal chandelier at the elegantly sexy group below. They were all aware of our nervous excitement that in turn excited them ... perhaps in the way of a voyeur is aroused by the act of a virgin submitting to desire, and abandoning her innocence. On reaching the top, Natalie led us through a gallery of gilded artworks then ushered us into a large, softly lit dressing room. It was a room perhaps fifteen feet wide by thirty feet long, at the end of which a large semi-circular window overlooked the sea. Within its radius stood an ingenious, floor to ceiling, transparent shower cylinder. Potted palms surrounded it - a very friendly place to meet, I thought. Along one wall was a long, make up bench and a row of black leather swivel chairs. A wide archway, shaped and colored like a rainbow, led into a walk-in wardrobe of erotic costumes, cup-less bras, G's and crotchless panties, exotic jewelry, sexy shoes, toys of all description, and personal lockers. In the privacy of these intimate surroundings, Natalie gave Ann a 'come-ons' look as she moved closer to her and began lightly circling her nipples with her fingertips. Under Natalie's touch, Ann's arousal became tangibly evident. Her breasts and nipples had visibly swollen and hardened beneath the fabric of her dress, the more exciting because no woman had ever done so, or made her feel so hot before. Her flush had spread from her face and neck to her bare shoulders. Holding Ann's gaze, Natalie spoke huskily to me, "Undress me Marius." Her quiet command fueled my already raging fire. I stepped behind Natalie to unhook her bra. Ann could see how much I was turned on by Natalie, as I let it fall to the floor. Natalie kicked off her stilettos as I began unzipping and peeling her tight leather pants down over her firm white ass, to the parquets. Ann could contain her lust no longer and began to caress herself shamelessly through her dress. Natalie now stood naked before us with her legs parted, her glistening juices slickening the insides of her thighs. Ann's eyes glazed over with wanton lust, her lids half-closed in ecstasy as Natalie continued her teasing. And then, in a voice above a whisper, "Ann, I want you to shower with me honey while I tell you about your initiation and what will be expected of you, OK?" Ann nodded as Natalie's arms reached around to hold her hips firmly against her own, before unfastening the zip to her backless dress. Lightly as a caress, she lifted the halter neck over her head and tossed it to me. Ann's unrestrained breasts, with their ever-ready nipples, hung firm and free and almost on top of Natalie's. Ann, in heels and stockings and filmy panties, now stood quivering in rapturous heat, but a breath away from Natalie. Stepping out of her heels, she raised her fingers to Natalie's shoulders to trace a slow devious path to her playmate's breasts and nipples. Both women kissed and embraced in a wave of mutual lust. With a slight toss of her head, Natalie swirled her long red hair over Ann's engorged breasts before kneeling to pull down her wet and sticky lace panties and peel away her stockings. Tossing them into a basket, she smiled. "I don't think you'll be needing these honey." Ann now stood nude, her legs slightly parted, exposing her hot shaved cunt and the juices flowing from it. Glancing at me, she smiled at my bulging pants and tweaked her nipples at me, which only made me harder. She turned imploringly to Natalie. But Natalie only rose and said with a promising smile, "Now, let's shower sweetie and we'll all have fun while I show and tell you all that you wish to know." I was still awkwardly holding Ann's dress in one hand and stroking myself through my pants with the other. Natalie turned to me, "Just put it in a locker Marius, then get your gear off. Drag up a stool and you can play with yourself if you like, as you watch us shower." She flaunted and teased me by caressing herself wantonly with her long, manicured fingers. I groaned. I couldn't get my gear off quickly enough; it would be sheer relief to let the tiger loose. I stuffed our clothes into a locker and drew up a stool close to the transparent shower tube. My throbbing erection aimed itself at the ceiling like a long-range nuclear missile ... it felt like it had enough fucking power to reach China! Natalie and Ann, their arms around each other, teased me through the sound proof polycarbonate. Sitting on the stool so close, watching them gel and play with each other, made me so horny that I could scarcely control myself. They caressed and flaunted their sex at me, sliding their fingers into themselves and teasing each other's cunts - I held my bursting balls in one hand and waved the big stick with the other. Then, with hands over their mouths in mock horror, they looked at each other and shook their heads in mock disapproval. Natalie got down and dirty between Ann's knees. Looking up at her through the warm water cascading over her face, she slowly parted Ann's waiting lips. Then holding her eyes with her own, she lightly flicked her tongue at Ann's swollen, inflamed clitoris. Ann's head threw back, her mouth opened in rapturous ecstasy to the steaming jets of water, as Natalie fanned the flames that were consuming all her sense of modesty or reason. She looked like a whore as she pulled Natalie's head to her streaming cunt. Natalie's tongue dove deeper, and deeper, into her burning hole as she increased the thrusting, into Ann's vagina. Natalie sucked hard on Ann's clit and ate her, as the tip of her swirling tongue swept over the hard, red nub. Knowing Ann as intimately as I do, I watched her whole body stiffen as her orgasm rose like an ocean wave. It swept her forward with a mighty rush, before her senses crashed in a sea of roaring foam and swirling perceptions. Her eyes closed and her head thrust back, as Natalie finished her off with an unrelenting tongue. Ann's come squirted into Natalie's waiting mouth. I could see but not hear her soundless caterwaul as she raised her hands to cup her breasts. I pleasured my cock flagrantly in front of these two women. I was no longer seeing Ann as my wife, but only as the luscious slut that she had just become. Natalie, still kneeling, was watching me masturbate, she bade me join them. Hardly had I closed the shower door behind me before Natalie had my cock in her mouth, torturing me with its rapier tip. Palming my balls, with an extended finger pressing into my anus, she sucked with her full red lips, taking me deeper, and deeper - completely swallowing my pride. Tormented into mindless oblivion, she was driving me perilously close to the edge. "Oh no you don't honey, not just yet," she said, as she cruelly withdrew her mouth. Ann was masturbating herself as she watched us. Natalie turned to Ann and drove her tongue into Ann's hot cunt, lashing at her swollen clit. Ann moaned ... through glazed eyes and half-closed lids, she watched my hand slide up and down on my dick, like the piston of a steam train, as Natalie's tongue pushed her towards another climax. Natalie rose to cup and caress Ann's breasts, "Oh Marius, I want you in me NOW! Please FUCK me!" she shouted. I stood behind Natalie and placed my hands on her smooth, transparent hips and slowly slid my shaft between her slickened thighs. Ann reached between Natalie's legs and guided my swollen shaft into Natalie's tight cunt, to stoke and quench her need. "Oh yes honey, FUCK me you bastard, Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me!" I raised my hands to claim those wicked tits that had taunted me so mercilessly all night, so warm, so smooth, so firm to touch. Holding her firmly by the hips, I thrust into her deeply with long, slow strokes, withdrawing my knob to her swollen labia, and sliding the tip over her fully distended clitoris. Nightsong Ch. 02 Ann sucked and licked at us both, gobbling up our juices. Natalie ground her smooth, tight ass against my belly and moaned as her muscles contracted violently around my shaft, "Oh Yes! Yes! Fuck me Marius, Fuck me... harder...give it to me now...let me have it baby, NOW!" It was all I needed to hear. I felt my balls catch fire as the warm, thick wad of sperm surged down my shaft into Natalie's milking membrane. We both wailed loudly as I pounded her in a final series of long, deep thrusts - flooding her with my come, as Ann continued fellating us into a knee trembling orgasm. The hot jets rained upon our afterglow. We douched each other playfully sending streams of water cascading down the walls. We fondled and caressed some more before stepping out of the cylinder to towel each other. Natalie handed us robes and led us through the archway into the dressing room. "Now Ann, let me prepare you as the bride for seven groomsmen, and Marius as groom for seven bridesmaids, and I'll tell you more of what lies in store," she chanted, a little melodramatically. "Our playmates will be getting ready for the ceremony. We will join them in the ballroom at the stroke of twelve - goodness, look at the time already!" Natalie sorted through a rack of "male attire" until she seemed satisfied with her choice, "Hmm, I think this should fit you very nicely Marius. Get it on whilst I attend to Ann. When you've dressed, you may join the party in the ballroom." She nodded towards an exit, as she handed me the hanger. "Good god!" I said, "I'm to wear this?" "Natalie just smiled at me, "Uh huh, we call it a Fuxedo...cutie bubs, huh!" she giggled!" I hardly recognized the figure in the mirror that stood there looking back at me. Oh it was me all right, but WOW! Beneath an open fronted, black silk topcoat, embossed with dragons, I was wearing a hip hugging black leather V-belt with a gaping hole at the crotch. My cock and balls hung out obscenely, like a dildo mounted in a picture frame. Once I had recovered from the initial shock, I began to like it. It made me feel so horny that I could have fucked the wheels off a shopping cart. Having straightened the black bow tie around my neck, I made my way bare footed to the exit door. It opened to my touch and closed without a sound behind me.# (Continued in Ch. 3) Nightsong Ch. 03 After the lightness of the dressing room, I found myself in almost total darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I heard music and saw a glimmer of light between two rich drapes. I drew them aside and stepped onto a strip of crimson carpet that ran down an avenue of burning braziers, in the center of a spacious ballroom. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows. Double doors in the center led onto a terrace that overlooked the ocean, and from where I was standing, a shimmering path of moonlight lay reflected on the sea. Oceanview - how apt, I thought. The runner led my eye directly to a circular dais, perhaps some twenty paces away. And spaced around its circumference, facing inwards to this elevated platform, sat seven groomsmen wearing Fuxedos, much the same as mine. A number of soft divans, of various shapes and sizes, furnished the open room and on the wall two large, gilt-framed Norman Lindsay paintings made an unmistakable statement as to the type of function that was held in this erotic setting. Beneath these works, a three-piece band provided music. An attractive, near naked woman played a grand piano. A tall, dark, bare-chested guy in snakeskin pants, played an alto sax and a wild looking tattooed guy, wearing an Akubra and moleskins, was on drums. A crystal spectrum icon on the microphone named them as, The Rainbow Trio. To the earthy rhythms of the Rainbows, I strolled towards the groomsmen who welcomed me to the enclave. The first I recognized was a sartorially resplendent Milton, bedecked in a black Fux jacket, his wicked looking prong protruded from a scarlet V belt. Milton flashed me a wide grin, I said, "Hi." Opposite him, John greeted me with a mile wide smile; like the rest of us, his "big bad John" dangled obscenely, like a pound of Belgian sausage, from his violet V belt. I had to comment, "God man, you're in great shape tonight, I can now see what Ann meant when I overheard her asking if you had a license to carry that weapon!" "Of course," John said, "I'm number seven...007 with a license to thrill." His answer drew a roar of laughter from the guys. Only later did I appreciate the ingenuity of his wit when I learnt that the order in which the men were seated around the pad was clockwise, according to their initiation date. I would also learn the significance of the different colored V belts the men were wearing. They represented the seven colors of the rainbow. So that whenever a new playmate couple joined the group, the first color in the spectrum, the 'red couple', would leave the group, and at the next event, the couples would then move up one color. The plush carpet formed an aisle between the dais and the groomsmen, who each sat on a chaise longue spaced around the edge of it. Interspersed between them, potted palm arrangements broke the symmetry and created an atmosphere of elegance and intimacy. On closer inspection, the dais proved to be an upholstered, black leather pad, about thigh high, with steps at twelve and six o'clock. Colored cushions in rainbow colors were scattered randomly on the pad and suspended a few feet above the center, hung the slowly rotating harness of a pleasure swing. Forming a quadrant around the pad, sculptured marble goddesses, "The Four Seasons", stood upon their pedestals. Each held above her head a torch from which livid tongues of flame leapt like dancing devils, casting flickering firelight over the mortals they watched below. John had sensed my awkwardness as I stood there at the opening to the circle, not knowing quite where I should be or what I should be doing, "Relax man, just hang loose and stay cool until the girls arrive," he reassured. No sooner had he said so than from somewhere in background the chiming of a clock announced the midnight hour. The band changed mood and tempo, and broke into a raunchy arrangement of the St Louis Blues. At the rear of the ballroom, from where I had entered it, the heavy drapes swung back. My senses reeled. I had never seen anything so matchlessly erotic as the bevy of bridal beauties that had begun to bump and grind its way down the crimson strip towards us. Ann! She took my breath away and my cock hardened and rose in a heartbeat at the sight of her transformation. She was wearing a cream satin skirt, split in the front from the waist with its long train held by three bridesmaids either side. Her long gloves were of gold satin and she held in her hands a bouquet of fresh red roses and magnolia blooms. Each skirt-parting step of her scarlet stilettos betrayed her wet arousal and brought her one step closer to the consummation of the sharing that this night would bring. I might not have recognized her at some distance as her veil diffused her features. Unrestrained in their eager pride, there was no mistaking her wonderful breasts and hard, dark nipples. Strips of red satin ribbon artfully framed them as she strutted between those blazing braziers. They bounced and danced to a rhythm of their own, and around her neck, swinging wildly over and between her cleavage, hung a long and lustrous string of fashion pearls. From behind me, the men responded to the advancing troupe with a chorus of primal groans and cheers, mine among them. Natalie, at her side, wore a glittering necklace of emeralds and diamonds, and nothing else but long black gloves, a scarlet thong, and black stilettos - as they strutted their hot flesh down the aisle towards us, she came as close to upstaging the bride as a woman can get. The bridesmaids were also topless, their nipples made up to compliment their individual style and eye make-up. Hung on the forearm, each carried a cream satin purse on a gold chain. They wore either black or cream gloves to match their stilettos, and a colored thong in accordance to their place in the spectrum. Scarlet lips smiled seductively at me from beneath a wide brimmed hat that hid the wearer's eyes and added an extra inch in both directions to my raging cock. In spite of her outrageously slutty make-up, it suddenly dawned upon me who it was that wore a violet thong - it was Fay! The party reached us as the music faded. Natalie ushered the bridesmaids into the aisle to join their partners, leaving Ann and I standing side by side at the entrance to horseshoe. Natalie stood to one side of us like a celebrant, and after the group had settled she began, "Playmates, we are gathered here to welcome Ann and Marius to the nuptials of our group." All the guys were fully erect, their dew tipped dicks glistened and flexed beneath the flickering torchlight, the women were aroused and ready for them. Of those hidden from us by the pad, there could be no doubt - their lust-racked faces said it all. The girls' breasts and nipples were erect and flushed in anticipation of the erotic ceremony in which we were all about to participate, as brothers, as sisters in law, in lust. Natalie continued, "Ann and Marius are about to "Walk the Rainbow", so gentlemen, you may now remove your Fux jackets and your partners will give you your wedding rings. Ann and Marius will stop by each of you for just seven minutes, to meet and introduce themselves. The band keeps time. They will move on through the spectrum until they reach the Rainbow's end. Thank you, let us begin." Natalie turned to Ann, "Let me take these. Your hands will be full enough without them!" She smiled as she took Ann's flowers and placed them by the pad. Ann and the women opened their satin purses and each withdrew a ring, not your normal wedding ring with which we're all familiar, but a larger, thicker one of colored silicone jelly resembling a thick, fat doughnut, some two inches thick. Ann dropped to her knees before me. As one about to perform a difficult task, she held the tip of her tongue between her teeth and her head tilted sideways. She tried to slip it on my cock like a quoit, but it wouldn't quite fit. Unfazed, and wearing an amused smile, she thrust it between her legs and smeared it with her fluid, and just to make sure that I was plenty wet, she took me in her mouth and sucked lasciviously. I groaned. A few more seconds of this and I would have shot in her mouth. Sensing it, she hastily withdrew to look up at me and tease, "Hmm, I think there's one or two other ladies who are waiting for your precious cream, so for now, I shall let you keep it my love!" She laughed. She slid the ring slowly up and down a few times before pressing it firmly against my balls, "The girls call these things plunge busters! Neat trick, huh?" she laughed. "Mean!" I said, as she rose. Natalie took her seat by Milton and at her nod the band began playing Candy. Ann gave me her very sexy smile, "OK... Looks like we're on, so are you ready to share me with all these studs and watch them fuck my brains out?" she said, quietly and provocatively. "When you are, yes...so long as you don't mind watching me make out with these wild honey sluts?" I said. Ann just gave a consenting smile, "Let's go." She said. Her iridescent make up was so seductive and delicious. I lifted her veil and pulled it back. "Now it won't get in the way." I teased, as we both stepped into the Rainbow. We entered the aisle to the left and presented our sex to Milton and Natalie. Milton's solid black shaft was as hard as rock. With its big red ring encircling the root it looked like the devil's play top, and it was. He sat with his knees wide apart in an open invitation that Ann could not resist. Standing before him, flaunting her sex in Milton's face, Ann looped her pearls under his sack and drew them slowly, back and forth - her eyes locked on to his. She twirled a few loops over his knob and began to tease, and tease some more. Wild with lust, his eyes begged her to go down on him. Dropping to her knees between his legs, she gave him some pearl torture as she palmed and began caressing his big black billiard balls. Looking up at him with feigned innocence, Ann's red lips parted showing her fine white teeth. Her eyelids were painted pale blue-violet over mascara lashes, and the thrust of her beribboned breasts taunted him terribly. Milton had met her gaze in a test of power, and lost. A good eight inches of Milton's spectacular prong stuck out through the red ring. He was thick and strong and even in spite of her high level of readiness, Ann had never seen anything like it ever before, ...except perhaps Big John's. With her free hand Ann took hold of his member and slid her thumb over the head to spread his copious pre cum. His pupils dilated, his eyelids flickered as he succumbed to the sensations that tore through his ebony body like a twister through a cornfield. Ann's eyes held triumph as her lips closed over him, and the tip of her tongue wrought havoc with his senses. I moved forward to watch her hands and lips at work on him. Milton groaned as he held her head between his big black hands, to guide it as she slaked him. My pre cum was dripping on the carpet. Natalie, sitting beside him, took hold of my cock and pulled me into her mouth. For the second time that night I felt the lash of her tongue as it flayed my wayward Willie, and I groaned. Milton was on the edge as Ann rose from her knees and Natalie aware of her need withdrew from me. She lifted the train of Ann's satin skirt over Milton's legs as she turned to lower herself backwards on his massive cock and guide it into her weeping hole. Ann lowered herself slowly onto Milton's member. Natalie ran her forefinger around Ann's hood, which made her squirt and compelled her to lower and impale herself on Milton's unyielding stake to sate her aching lust that throughout the night had been gathering like a storm. As he slowly filled her, she closed her eyes and a long, low moan escaped her. Milton held Ann firmly by the hips as she used her legs to ride him like a broncobuster. He bucked and twisted in her. Her head threw back, her legs spread wide, and her tits bounced up and down crazily from side to side. Milton's eyes were glazed. His body arched as tentacles of his thick warm sperm shot deep into her cunt. Above the music, Ann's long caterwaul echoed through the ballroom and all around us other couples moaned and masturbated themselves and each other, at the sight. Pounding out a primal beat, the drummer raised the tempo as we moved on to the Orange playmates. My cock was still raging after watching Ann with Milton. I found myself looking into the taunting green eyes of a mature, quicksilver blonde. Her partner was the blue-eyed German. She held in her hand a lime green, silicone vibrator. She sat with her shapely legs outstretched, shamelessly spread to expose her wet, pink pussy lips, swollen and inviting. Arresting my eyes, she parted her thong and slid the vibrator's rotating head slowly into her creamy slit. "I'm Joan," she moaned. I was so turned on by this that I couldn't speak, I just stood close to her in the Y of her open legs, my throbbing cock stood outrageously swollen and erect. Her scent was driving me insane. The tip of her tongue pressed hard against the sharp edge of her upper teeth. She held my gaze through half closed lids. In the flickering firelight her full red lips promised passion, no trace of a smile as she began fucking herself into frenzy with the vibe. With her free hand, she reached for my wet cock and began squeezing and jacking me. Her breasts, framed by a cupless, chartreuse halter, excited the hell out of me. "I want you in me now," she said huskily. It wasn't a request, but a demand. She dropped the vibe as I lifted her bodily from the seat. She had wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my butt. I lowered her onto my throbbing prong. Her hands were locked behind my neck, and mine were clasped beneath her small, tight ass. Impaled upon my sword, she leant backwards, away from me, mocking me with her eyes. The sight of her hard, dark nipples and firm, white tits bouncing up and down before my eyes, blew my senses into oblivion. I pulled her roughly to me and our mouths clashed in a ferocious kiss. She bit me on the lip and I tasted blood. "You bitch!" I snarled, as a wave of uncontrollable lust swept over me, and turned me into nothing but a wild and senseless fucking machine. Without withdrawing, I carried her in tandem to the pad and fell on top of her. To the drumbeat I began to pound her pagan pussy with my broadsword. "Yes!" she hissed, "... that's right baby, give it to me...give me all you can you sexy stud... just keep FUCKING ME!" as she bucked and raised her hips to meet my thrusts. I felt her orgasm rising as her kegel muscles contracted around my shaft. I drove in hard against the ring...Oh how I ached to just rip it off and ride her bareback to the finish post! Her squirming climax was loud and rousing, but incomplete. She pushed her hand against my shoulder and rolled on top of me. We were close to the edge of the pad and Ann, standing on the carpet, leant forward to loop her long string of luster pearls beneath Joan's breasts, rolling them upwards over her nipples. But Ann's were also being cupped and titillated by the tall, blue-eyed German guy with whom she had been flirting in the atrium on arrival. He nipped her on her neck and shoulders from behind, sending a fresh rush of color to her full, ripe breasts. Ann looked down at me over Joan's bare shoulders, and I returned her look of wanton abandonment as the rampant vixen rode me to the edge of bliss - just as the music stopped! We moved on to the other Colors, each in turn, and the more we 'mixed' the more we wanted. Our yet all erotic and sensational. Ann's coupling with a handsome German partner, Wolf, was particularly beautiful and arousing. He brought her to orgasm twice, within their seven minutes. The petite, chestnut brunette, Gale, almost pushed me over the edge twice during our 'introduction'. Her particular talents had been entirely wasted in serving drinks downstairs, but I later learnt that at each initiation, the duties of serving food and drink belonged to spectrum Green. At the Rainbow's end, Fay and John were pleasuring themselves as we approached, which sent my libido into overdrive. The sexual tensions that had developed between us over the years were finally to be released. All past moments of secret yearnings were now laid bare as we openly savored the sight of each other's nudity. As we reached them, Fay and John stood up and we each took the other's partner in a passionate embrace. Fay soon had her hand around my cock, squeezing and teasing. I slid three fingers between her legs and into her cunt. She moved her feet slightly wider apart, inviting my fingers to explore more deeply as she pressed her hard breasts into my chest. The neurons were flying between receptors in my brain, or whatever little remained of it. Our tongues had found each other, tentatively at first, and then got nasty as they sought responses. John was already on the pad with Ann between his knees. She looked up at him as she held his ringed monster with both hands, like a virgin holding a candle at an altar. Then lowering her head, as if in prayer, she took him into her mouth and began to sip at the chalice that overfloweth with the nectar of life. Fay led me to the edge of the pad and sat facing me, her shapely legs crossed in a mockery of modesty as she smiled seduction. She still wore her wide brimmed hat and long cream satin gloves. She leaned back on her arms and surveyed my vertical erection and bulging balls, then slowly and brazenly uncrossed her legs. Like an Arab at an oasis I knelt to drink of its life giving fluid, the road to Mecca lay open and inviting. Her musk fragrance refreshed and excited me as I drank of her juices. "Ooh! Ooooh! Now Luvee, Now!" Fay moaned. Beside us a few feet away, Ann had straddled John; with outstretched arms on his shoulders, she was lowering herself onto his huge, raw meat. Her long legs spread the split front of her skirt wide and the satin train spilled over John's legs behind her. Ann gasped loudly as the head of his huge prick slowly disappeared into her dripping hole. Fay's thong fell away as I pulled undone the bow at her hip. Her colors excited me - frosty green eye-makeup over full scarlet lips. At her neck, the wide silver collar with the large emerald stone, flashed green fire above the smooth, white valley of her breasts. "Oh baby - how long have I longed to have you like this," I murmured. Tilting her head to one side she returned my reckless look and removed her hat. Freed from its scroll, her long, blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, somehow emphasising her nakedness. "Your wait is over - just shut up and fuck me silly, honey." I pushed her gently back onto the pad, spreading her legs with my knees. Straddling him, Ann hunched forward like a jockey to allow John to suck and nibble at her tits as he bucked and fucked her. Her moans of delight added to our excitement as she rode on his big bad John. "Oooh John! You are sooo big!" she moaned. Fay turned her head to watch. I felt the rush of heat to her cunt as she responded to the sight of Ann astride her man. Ann sat upright for the full penetration that his ring would allow. Her shapely tits bounced to his rhythm as he thrust and reamed inside her. As his pace quickened, Ann and I were aware of each other's lust in fucking someone else, just as they were. We each turned our heads to watch our partners fucking our best friend. The girls' moans grew louder as they climaxed in synch - John and I both lost control, shooting our wads into the insatiable cunts of each other's wife, just as the music died! Natalie adjusted the band's microphone, "Playmates, I now take pleasure in congratulating Ann and Marius, and welcoming them as new members of the spectrum. As you know, by our rules, Milton and I must retire from the group as from tonight. And next week it will be our turn to be initiated, somewhere over another Rainbow. Nightsong Ch. 03 For the past two months, "We have enjoyed so much being part of you and we will never forget the wonderful orgasms we have shared!" she laughed. "The wedding breakfast is now served and we will resume our ...er...less formal welcoming of Ann and Marius in one hour. Thank you." Our playmates clapped and cheered as the band began to play, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". The ladies crowded around Ann to hug her, perhaps more enthusiastically than you would expect to see at a normal wedding. The kisses were those of kinky sisters, and none were on the cheeks - at least not those that held her ears apart - she loved it nonetheless. And the men backslapped and shook hands with me! Nightsong Ch. 04 Ch. 04 Finale - The Pleasure Swing The group had freshened up and was gathered on the balcony drinking champas when Wolf arrived, pushing a trolley load of hot refreshments. The view from the balcony was breathtaking. The moon still lent the night its beauty and far to the south the tireless beacon of a lighthouse swept the sea. Beneath the balcony was a lit spa pool in which an inlaid image of Chloe lay imbedded upon its tiled, terrazzo floor. The heady scent of fresh makeup and Magnolias hung upon the summer night as couples mingled and engaged. Gale was standing by the parapet. Her perfect breasts, softly lit by moonlight had kept me aroused and wanting more of her. My pulsating erection stood pointing at the stars and my balls were big and full again. She flashed a seductive smile at me and I joined her. Gale's smiling eyes dropped to my eager cock. "Hmm, I see you're up and ready for more, honey," she teased. "I will always be ready for more of you, baby," I grinned. "Oh sure, you'd say that to any of the girls. I bet you'd fuck me right here and now on the balcony, 'IF' I'd let you." she teased. "Hmm, that lube oozing out your pussy tells me that you wouldn't hold out too long," I smirked. "Take a look at yourself - in the state you're in, you're anybody's," she concluded. In a smart mouth contest, between a man and woman, the woman always has the final word. The band broke the rapport into which Gale and I had quickly fallen. The first shrill notes from the alto sax seared across the ballroom, bringing into focus the other playmates. As the Rainbow Trio began playing a hip swinging arrangement of St Louis Blues, a full two hours had passed since the "Initiation" that had made Ann and me the newest playmates in the group. Gale and I finished our Champagne in a single swill and drifted back to join the others gathered loosely around the pad. Ann was with the handsome couple with whom she had been flirting in the spa, a massive Polynesian and his cute black American wife who had worn the indigo thong. They had introduced themselves to us earlier as, Tako and Tiffany. As Ann prepared to take center stage and bring the night literally to its climax, she was more stunningly beautiful than I had ever seen her. Freshly applied eye makeup sent a new wave of lust into my throbbing cock. Her eyelashes had a more defining touch of mascara; her upper and lower lids were painted frosty, aqua blue and her mouth was now a slutty slash of bright geranium. Her nipples too had been artfully brushed with the same arousing colors. Above the pad, the pleasure swing hung idly from a rafter to which it was attached by a swivel bolt. Laser light strobes had been placed to shoot rainbow colored beams upon the harness as soon as someone lay in it. Surrounding it, the braziers still burned brightly casting dancing shadows on the pad. On a nod from Natalie, Ann, with the aid of the Tako whose hand she held for balance, and Tiffany who held her train, climbed the steps onto the pad and began to dance. She stood with her long shapely legs spaced wide apart to open both the split in her skirt and the rosy lips of her hot, shaven pussy. Nestled proudly within it, her ripe, pink clitoris stood glistening as her hips rotated to a wild, jungle rhythm that the drummer had begun. Ann's long arms reached for the rafters, slowly waving in time with the music. Her dance became almost unbearably erotic as her rotating shoulders swung her breasts in a circular motion. Her head tilted downwards in an attitude of mock shyness, her lustful eyes fed on her own voluptuousness. Our cheers raised the level of excitement as we urged her on. Ann was in a trance of ecstasy. With her hands free of her long gloves, unbuttoned at the wrists, she taunted us by caressing and finger fucking herself. The effect on the group, including myself, was electrifying. The well-hung guys proudly showed off their erections to her and the girls were cupping and wiggling their shapely tits to heighten her arousal. Holding her hands behind her back, Ann leant forward to accentuate the line of her tits as she shook them shamelessly at us all. The tension rose to fever pitch. I was so aroused that I didn't notice her hands unhook her skirt. It slid smoothly over her creamy hips onto her scarlet stilettos, leaving her all but nude and standing in a pool of satin. Her gold gloves, the scarlet ribbon, the string of pearls that rolled over her nipples and breasts, were all that covered her nudity. The muscles in my stomach tightened as my once shy wife stepped back into the black, webbed harness of the pleasure swing. Natalie stepped onto the pad and quickly fastened the restraints that supported and splayed Ann's legs, yet allowing them freedom of movement to respond to the men that would fuck her. Natalie, having secured the straps, began tweaking Ann's nipples and slid a finger into her cunt to test her readiness. "Oooh," Ann gasped as she writhed under Natalie's tender touch. A second finger joined the first sending a fresh thrill through her body. Her head threw back and she closed her eyes, "Ooooaaaaah! That feels sooo good." Natalie smiled at her seductively and whispered, "I think you're ready for some action honey. Tako, Tiffany, Wolf, Tony ... Ann is for your pleasure. Take her! The big men and the tall, lithe woman clambered onto the pad. The Polynesian stepped between her legs and black Tiffany stood at her head as each adjusted Ann's height to the level of their sex. The blond German and the Italian stallion knelt on cushions to either side of Ann and began to tongue-tease her long, sensitive nipples. She squirmed and giggled as they tormented her tits without respite. She caught a glimpse of Tako's massive dick. "Oh my god! Where do you think you're going with that?" she looked at his erection with a mixture of excitement and alarm. Tako smiled softly at her, "Wherever he leads I follow, honey," his broad features broke into a wide grin. "And right now, he's headed for your pussy!" Flushed all over, Ann quivered with nervous arousal. Tako knelt beside the swing, tickling and teasing her open clit with his warrior tongue. And the more he teased and tickled her the wetter she got and the louder her laughter became. "Oh you cruel ... Ooh, you bastards... just FUCK me Tako," she screamed as her head threw back between Tiffany's open legs. Ann's mouth opened onto the beautiful black woman's pussy. She began to eat her. Natalie lay on her back beneath the swing where not only did she have an engineer's view of Tako's beautiful, big, golden balls and his long, thick drive shaft, but also she had access to both Wolf's and Tony's lonely cocks upon which she wasted no time sucking on one, while she jacked off the other in rapid rotation. Now, for as long as I have known him, "big bad John" has always hated waste and when he saw Natalie lying on her back with her fiery red pussy staring him in the face, the first word that sprang to his thrifty mind was, "waste". So down he went on hands and knees to crawl between Natalie's legs until he could insert his long, lascivious tongue into her vacant love tunnel. She soon had her legs locked around his neck with the heels of her stilettos pressed quite hard against the back of his head. Milton saw his chance with Tiffany, who was moaning loudly as Ann's tongue slaked her. He stepped onto the pad behind her and, cupping her cheeky black tits in his huge pink palms, he slid his nine-inch baton between her legs into Ann's inverted mouth. She looped her pearls over his big, black balls and around the base of his wicked cock, before guiding it into Tiffany's exotic slit. My own erection became more urgent and unmanageable as I watched Ann being ravished in the swing. Above the music, Gale beside me whispered, "As it was I, who caught her flowers, you get to fuck me first, honey. Now aren't you lucky that I jumped higher than the other girls, huh!" To illustrate her points, she bounced up and down mischievously in front of me, and laughed at how serious I suddenly became. Backlit against the flaming torches, Gale's long hair glowed with a lustrous fire. She had lowered her face to mine spilling the softness of her copper mane about my cheeks and shoulders until, within that silky curtain, there were just the two of us. Her green eyes were but inches from mine, "Oh god, you are gorgeous," was all I managed to say before my cock had found its way into her hot, well lubricated cunt. "Oh Fuck me baby, just fuck me good!" Gale demanded. "Oh honey, you are such a hot, wet Bitch!" I slid my hands under her arms and gripped her shoulders - thrusting from side to side inside her, pulling her hard onto my aching cock - faster, faster, I couldn't stop but just kept fucking this beautiful woman that responded so perfectly to each and every stroke. Only then did I notice Fay. She was lying on her back beside us with her arms outstretched submissively on the pad with her splayed legs pointing at the ceiling. Through half closed lids she was watching me fuck Gale as Milton was fucking her, "Oooooh Milton! Give it to me honey! Fuck me with your beautiful big black rod!" It was more than he could stand. Milton's pace grew faster as he reached his climax. His body arched and a second later his massive cock shot a wad of thick white sperm into her wanton cunt. Fay screamed and thrashed on the pad as her orgasm spread and consumed her. Ann looked up at the huge warrior of a man who was about to fuck her. He aroused in her feelings that she had never felt before and over which she had no control. She felt like a shameless whore and she loved it. Her body had begun to respond fiercely, even before his golden pole had touched the eager lips of her open cunt. Her face and neck had flushed and the color was spreading to her swollen breasts. "Oh fuck me Tako, fuck me," she pleaded. Her eyes closed as his arrowhead pierced her. "Ooh ...Ooooh!" she gasped, as her head threw back between the wide-open legs of a tall brunette at her head. Tako's great hands and arms held Ann's hips firmly as he slowly worked the head of his golden shaft deeper into her lust-crazed cunt. His strong, powerful arms were covered in the swirling patterns of tribal tattoos. Those fascinated and excited her terribly as she began to buck her hips against his penetration. Ann's eyes were wild with lust at the sights, the sounds, and the sensations that ravished her. Her moans grew deeper and louder as Tako fucked her to the music's increasing tempo. The pleasure swing was slightly behind and above us. Ann glanced down at couples and threesomes moaning, groaning and fucking on the pad around her. I glimpsed Tako's giant cock sliding in and out of her with long, deep strokes. Tako let out an almighty roar, as his thick cock suddenly erupted deep inside Ann's pussy, filling her with thick, warm semen. She caterwauled in a long and ruthless climax that set me teetering on the brink of a yawning chasm into which I was about to fall. Gale's kegel muscles bore down on my cock like a cobra tightening its coils to strangle its prey. Her face and pert, firm breasts were covered in beads of sweat. "FUCK me!" she screamed, "FUCK ME...Now honey, let me have it all!" It was more than I could stand. "Oh what a luscious slut you are," I groaned, "Give, you sexy bitch!" She reached under my butt to caress and spread her hot juices all over my balls as I began to ream her. I had passed the Rubicon and could withhold no longer. Her cunt pulsated around my rock hard cock, so tight, so slippery and so wet. She raised her hips to meet my thrusts, pleasuring her clit with her fingers as we fucked. I felt her orgasm building. She scooped her wetness over my butt and slid a slippery finger into my anus. I roared as my shattering orgasm erupted deep inside her and the first light of dawn broke over Oceanview. # End.