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Bukkake

By: Louise Brown



There is no doubt that her husband of two years is a wonderfully caring, understanding man. It's not easy being with a bisexual woman in an open marriage, but he handles it well. When he watches or joins in when she shares their bed with another woman he has an awesome time. When they share with other couples in bed, either swapping or through foursomes, it gives him the opportunity to be with another woman as well. Hell, even the couple times he whored his wife out to his boss in order to help land a promotion were amazingly fun as well.

He is in his mid-40's, 5'8" tall, keeps his beard and mustache trimmed short and his graying hair long, often in a ponytail. One of the luckiest days of his life was when he met his soon-to-be wife, a pretty thing, 5'4" tall, with deep brown eyes and long brown hair. Fifteen years younger than he is, she exudes a sexual aura with every motion she makes. At home, she spends more time nude than she does clothed, and treats him in living out his every fantasy.

An example of how well he handles her monstrous sex drive happened a few weeks ago. He came home from work one day to find her in bed having sex with one of their neighbors. It was a warm spring day and she had just finished mowing the lawn. The neighbor was watching her from his deck as she pushed the mower back and forth in rows in the backyard in a pair of low-rider jeans and a bikini top. His offer of a cold drink when she was finished was taken nicely, and one thing led to another.

When her husband came home, she was atop her neighbor in bed. The neighbor slowed and almost panicked, but the wife continued astride him with all the more fervor. The husband came into the bedroom and saw the curves of his wife's soft, round ass bouncing up and down; she glanced over her shoulder and smiled without an iota of shame. The husband just shook his head, smiled back, and disrobed.

She slowed her pace just enough as her husband was leaning down to stop fucking for a few seconds to kiss him hello. When he stood back up at the edge of the bed, the neighbor glanced over to see him in his full glory... 9½ inches long and very nearly two inches wide. The neighbor had never wondered why the husband had married her, but even though a chuckle went through his mind as to how well-endowed the husband was, deep down he knew there was more to it than just that for her.

She took her hands off her neighbor's pinned-down shoulders, reached for his wrists, and laid his hands over her breasts, hanging down and swaying with each motion of her body as she fucked him. He squeezed them gently at first, then harder. As he looked up from his hands, he saw her leaning toward the side of the bed where her husband stood... his cock pointed straight toward her face and her mouth opened like a hungry nestling waiting to be fed. Her lips met his flesh, and the head of his cock disappered into her mouth with two moans, one from each of the couple.

Her hands moved from the neighbor's wrists and onto her husband's hips. She let out muffled moans with her mouth full of one cock, her pussy with another. The neighbor's hands moved from the wife's breasts down to her hips, and once planting his feet into the soft bed, began fucking her from underneath as hard as he could. His blows were enough to not only make the room echo with the slaps of his hard pelvis against the insides of her thighs and bottom of her ass, but also to jerk her body forward with each blow, watching her be impaled through the mouth with her husband's huge, stiff cock.

The moment of panic or confusion the neighbor had felt earlier when the husband came home subsided, and lust and curiosity took over. He had known the wife was sexy, but now he'd get to see how far she'd really be willing to go.

The neighbor pumped hard and fast into her from underneath for a few minutes, and the moans he and the wife gave both indicated they were close. He stopped for a moment to find new strength to finish off, but as soon as he did, she slid up the length of his cock and closer to her husband. He wondered, "Can she do it?" He didn't have to wonder for long. She had deep-throated his own cock a few times when sucking it earlier, but he was in awe watching her take all of her husband's in. He even saw the front of her neck expand as it went into her throat. She held it for a few seconds, then slid back, breathed quickly, and swallowed the huge cock once again. Her face then bobbed back and forth on her husband's cock a few times, and when he pulled out of her mouth a rather large line of saliva drooled from her bottom lip and down to the edge of the bed.

The wife slipped her pussy back down the length of the neighbor's shaft, grinding her clit onto his pubic bone and moaning deeply. He felt her body collapsing onto his, her soft breasts pillowing his chest. He then felt the bed moving near his legs... the husband was kneeling out of his view onto the mattress to mount her from behind. The neighbor was entranced, almost hypnotized by the wife's sexuality.

The neighbor watched her face closely as the husband's knees planted between his own and the wife's. Then the look of wanton lust, pain, greedy pleasure, and amazement on her face was even more sexy than the deep, gutteral moan she exuded as he knew the husband's cock had entered her ass. Now it was the husband's turn to take over, ramming into his wife's body from behind and forcing her pussy deeper onto the neighbor's cock with every blow. The neighbor felt her body quivering between the two men and between that and the sheer loudness of her moans, knew she was climaxing.

A moment later she began to recover herself, and pushed gently up from the neighbor. Somehow she was able to take over, rocking her hips back and forth, sliding easily up onto her husband's cock in her ass, and down onto the neighbor's cock in her pussy. She fucked both men at the same time and was nothing short of amazing to the neighbor. He regarded everything he could see of her body... her trimmed curls mingling with his own with every push down, her thin waist contracting with every breath, her perfectly-sized (though slightly sagging) breasts swaying back and forth with every motion of her body, and her face... which though he'd always thought was pretty, seemed so much more with it slightly contorted in pleasure, her mouth agape, and her dark eyes seemed glowingly black in lust.

The sight of it all put him over the edge, and with a few stuttering, growing moans, exploded into her pussy. Stream after stream of cum pulsed and flowed into her, and as he tried to focus on her eyes, he seemed to find the hint of a proud smile in them. 

With only one cock hard to fuck, the wife eased her way off from it, knowing it was going to be hers for the rest of the night... for the rest of her life. The husband kneeled back and gave her more room, and she straddled over the neighbor and off from him to sit on the edge of the bed next to her husband. The neighbor, before getting up, knowing it was time to leave the couple to themselves, couldn't help but glance up at the husband and state, "You are the luckiest bastard in the world."

The husband, smiling down at his wife, feeling her hand caressing over his hairy chest, kissed her and replied, "Yeah, I am."

The neighbor clothed himself and left, wishing the couple a very good evening on his way out. He had no doubt they would do just that.

Over the course of that evening, through sex, dinner, sex, tv, and more sex before bed, the couple indeed had a wonderful night. The next few days, though, the wife thought her husband seemed somewhat preoccupied around the house. When she asked, he said it was mainly stuff for work, and told her of some of the things going on there, but she secretly wondered if it was the fact that the neighbor had been over. Sure, he'd seen her have sex with other men in the foursomes they occasionally enjoyed, and he knew she did fool around with other men... but this was the first time he'd actually caught her in the act.

After those few days, though, he still seemed preoccupied, and she decided to ask if that was it. He denied that was the case, but she instictively knew she was on the right path. She slowed her wild ways for the next couple weeks, keeping to her husband only, and knew he was more than satisfied every time they made love.

A few days ago, she mentioned that it might be nice to go and visit her mom this weekend, but he said instead that he was hoping to throw a barbecue this weekend for the guys at work. She was a tad miffed that he'd never mentioned it, but hid it well and knew that could be fun, too. She asked what she could do to help, but he insisted nothing... that he'd just pick up some salads and buns from the grocery store, and guaranteed she wouldn't have to lift a finger.

With her home life just a little confusing, things seemed to be off, everywhere. The guys at her workplace seemed to treat her a little differently, joking more about sex than usual, if that's possible. At home for the next two nights, the husband went down on her both nights and got her off nicely, but said he didn't want to have sex. Something, she thought, was really, really strange.

She woke up this morning, the day of the barbecue, to find her husband not in bed. She wandered into the kitchen for her first cup of coffee for the day and found a vase of orchids on the table behind a wrapped gift. She smiled and opened the card, reading, "For making my every fantasy come true, with love." Her heart pulsed wondrously as she opened the wrapping, but again a slightly curious feeling ran through her as she looked inside the box. It was a sundress and was nice in a peasant-girl sort of way, though she could tell it was not nearly as nice as the clothes and dresses he usually bought for her. It was more the type of thing she'd buy for herself at a thrift store, not to receive from him. Still, she was grateful that he was thinking of her and hung it up in the bathroom.

She went outside and found her husband, putting up a small three-sided tent at the edge of the back yard. It seemed odd that the back of it was not in their own yard, but instead went over the rail fence on the border of their neighbor's place. "It's supposed to be a sunny day," he explained, "And this will help keep the half-barrel cool." When asked why it went over the fence, the husband said the ground there was a little slanted and this was the best way to keep it from tilting over.

Still groggy from waking up, she then realized a half-barrel? She asked, "Do we need that much beer for a barbecue? How many people are coming over today?" He just smiled and said a lot. He suggested she get cleaned up and ready for her day, while he was off to the bar to pick up the keg.

She went inside to finish her coffee, had another cup, and was just getting out of the shower when her husband returned. He was busy doing what she called "guy stuff," rolling the keg into the back yard, getting the coals of the grill started, setting up a table with plastic cups, paper plates, plastic silverware, a couple large metal bins filled with ice, the extra folding chairs out from the garage. He really was taking care of everything, leaving her to simply have a fun day.

When he saw her looking out the patio door at him, he smiled and came over to her. She was wearing her short, terry cloth bathrobe and a towel on her head to soak up her still-damp hair. He came in and shared one more cup of coffee with her, then said it was time to get dressed, despite the fact that it was still two hours before people were supposed to arrive. They went off to the bedroom and she sat at her dressing table to blow-dry her hair. She started to pull her hair back and reached for a scrunchie for a ponytail, knowing it was going to be a warm day outside, but he asked if she could keep it down, instead. She shrugged, wanting to please her husband. She put on the new sundress, covering her body in a way comfortable and usual to her, showing off her figure nicely.

"Perfect," he said, admiringly. She smiled at him. He added, "There's one thing missing, though," and went over to the bottom drawer of her dresser. Her eyes widened as he approached there, knowing he knew full-well that's where her toys were. He pulled out a set of ben-wa balls and asked, "May I?" 

"What's getting into you?!?" she asked, excitedly. He knelt beside her feet and explained that he'd been saving up for a couple days and wanted to be sure she was ready for afterward. There was never a doubt she'd be ready, but she smiled at the torturously teasing prospect and turned her seat to face him, lifting a foot over his head and onto the arm of the chair, raising the hem of the dress up, and leaning back.

He leaned in and began licking up and down her folds, then pressed his tongue inside. He licked up to her clit tasting and teasing it, but never getting to the point of full satisfaction for her. If there was one thing she loved about having sex with her husband, it's that he knew the value of a proper tease as well as she did.

It didn't take long to get her wet, and when he did, he spread her petals apart with two fingers and pushed the first of the two balls inside. Once it disappeared into her pussy, he pushed the second in as well. She groaned as he put the balls inside her, not only for the stretching of her labia as they went in, but also for the wanton torture she'd have to endure the rest of the afternoon. She knew once the people left, she was going to be so hard up she'd absolutely fuck him into next week. She saw the smug smile on his face, and knew he knew it, too.

There was still plenty of time before the guests were to arrive, and he suggested a walk through the neighborhood. She just moaned at the thought, knowing walking around for a while would get the balls inside her moving to the point of her wanting to fuck instantly. Still, after all the teases she'd so expertly performed on him in the past, a little turnabout was more than fair play. She slipped into a pair of flip-flops, and the couple walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk a half-mile or so, then returned up the other side... commenting on their neighbors' landscaping choices and waving and wishing good morning to any who were outside.

They were gone from home less than half an hour, but the ben-wa balls were definitely having their effect. She could feel them with every step, and at times actually heard them clicking together from inside her. Sure enough, when they got home, she was ready to fuck a table leg, and hoped that everyone would be going home from the party relatively early. She slipped out of her sandals and waited in the back yard, barefoot with a cold drink.

The first guests to arrive were a couple single guys from her husband's workplace. Then another arrived, though for some reason he didn't bring his wife. When one of the couples with whom they'd shared a foursome came around the side of the house, she glanced at her husband a little curiously. "Oh, I invited some other people you knew, too, so you would have someone to be able to talk with more easily." She smiled cheerfully at what a thoughtful man her husband was.

Within the next hour, cars were lined up both sides of the street near their home. This so-called "barbecue" had turned into a monster party, and music soon was blaring from the stereo from speakers moved in front of the patio doors. Not only were there guys from his workplace, but several from hers as well, at least a dozen guys from their neighborhood, couples would been intimate friends of theirs, and a number of gate-crashers. There were two things blaringly obvious to her, though... the number of guys in attendance was well over 50, and the only women there at all were those with whom she'd had sex before.

Everyone was drinking beer and chilled bottles of spiked lemonade or iced tea, and the three barbecue grills (two neighbors had carted their's over as well) were all hot and ready to cook. The husband turned down the music and thanked everyone for coming. He said it was time to pay tribute to the guest of honor, though, and he motioned for his wife to come over at his side. She did, waiting for whatever announcement her husband was about to make, honoring whomever it was supposed to be.

He turned and whispered into her ear, "This is for you, baby, the day you've always fantasized about." He raised his hands to her cheeks and kissed her mouth deeply, then backed to show her to the awaiting crowd. She was the absolute last person to know what was going to happen next. Her husband then dropped his hands down her face to her neck, then along the edges of her dress, and with one quick motion, tore straight down the front, ripping her dress open for everyone to see his wife's naked body.

Though well over half of the people there had seen her naked before, she was still flushed. She was, from the ben-wa balls, horny as hell, and now to be exhibited in front of everyone caused her to shudder in excitement and she was barely able to breathe. Everyone cheered aloud at the sight, and she couldn't help but stand proudly, not wavering to hide or cover herself in the least. Her nipples tightened, free in the outside air as her huband tore the dress all the way down her thighs, then standing behind her and slipping the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.

While her husband was behind her, she felt her arms pulled back... not so much by the dress being removed, but by her husband's hands as well. So excited to be nude in front of the crowd, it took a moment to realize her wrists were being bound. With a playful smack on her soft ass, she was urged out into the lawn. The crowd was still cheering and many were laughing, and she was led to the beer tent. A couple of the guys helped her husband when he asked them to move the barrel to the deck by the rest of the drinks, and the real reason for having the tent placed as it was became deliciously obvious to her. She was forced to her knees in front of the rail fence post and her ankles were bound behind it. One of the ties from her wrists was removed, then replaced when her hands her behind the post as well.

"I'm going to get you for this!" she laughed at her husband, but he merely smiled down at her and responded he couldn't wait for her to try. As he opened the button and fly on his khaki shorts and pulled out his cock, she sucked on the head of it as best as she could while trapped. While sucking on him, it came to her why he'd been so preoccupied of late... why everyone she knew had been acting oddly... how this moment had been planned over the past three weeks, and done so without even a hint of her knowledge. It was better than any surprise she'd ever had.

The husband took a step back and began masturbating. She wasn't sure if it was performance anxiety or what, but it seemed to take a few minutes longer than usual for him to get off. This was, of course, no trouble or bother for her, as she was able to stare at his perfect cock a few minutes longer as well. With an audible sigh of a groan, he began cumming on his wife. The first shot streamed up her right cheek, over her closed-just-in-time eye, over her forehead, and into her hair. The following shots laced lines of cum over her nose, left cheek, lips, and chin. Her opened mouth hungrily swallowed the few drops of seed that fell there, but that was not the purpose of this exercise. She simply knelt there, bound, helpless, and loved every second of it.

When he was done, another man stepped up to her, and again she watched him stroking on his cock in want and primal desire, lubed with a bottle of olive oil that had been brought from the kitchen, until he, too, unloaded his cum on her face as well. After about ten guys, there was enough covering her eyelids that she thought she'd best leave them closed. Still, she smiled and laughed, joked around with the guys when they introduced themselves as she was blinded, and moaned delightedly as each ejaculated on her face.


Bukkake and Gokkun



Bukkake and gokkun were introduced by the Japanese, who are nothing if not imaginative and creative in their depictions of pornography, especially of the sadomasochistic and bondage and discipline varieties.

Rabid feminists are not apt to like bukkake or gokkun. They tend to see even heterosexual penile-vaginal sex as somehow demeaning to women. Some even insist that it is a form or rape, even when both participants consent to the act, whether for the sake of pleasure or making babies. It is a twisted mind, indeed, that conceives of reproductive sex as somehow a violation of women who would become mothers. Perhaps if a turkey baster were to be substituted for a penis, the act of sexual intercourse being replaced with masturbation of a sort, extreme feminists would accept such a means of depositing sperm (even though it comes from a man) as acceptable. Perhaps not.

In any case, those feminists who are rabid enough to consider penetrative sex of any kind a form of rape aren't likely to endorse bukkake or gokkun. Some historians of pornography suggest that both bukkake and gokkun originated because of the Japanese government's censoring of the depiction of pubic hair and sexual penetration--at least involving a penis--in sex films. Denied the industry's prick-in-the-pussy staple, these historians contend, Japanese pornographers had to resort to more innovative means of entertaining their audiences. One result, allegedly, is tentacle sex, in which an octopus or a monster of some kind uses its tentacles as surrogate penises. These appendages, being tentacles instead of penises, are allowed to enter mouths, vaginas, and rectums, to go, it may be said, where, in Japanese porn, no man has gone before.

Two other results of the Japanese government's reticence toward the depiction of penetrative sex and pubic hair are bukkake and gokkun. So, you may be wondering, if you haven't seen these acts, just what the hell are bukkake and gokkun? Our friends at Wickedpedia, or Wikipedia, are, as always, helpful in defining such terms:

The word "bukkake," the anonymous authors of the article concerning this topic write, "refers to scenes featuring a person being ejaculated on by several men." The word "gokkun," these same authors declare, features the ejaculation of the semen of "several men. . . into a container for the receiver to drink." Although the Wikipedia writers use the gender-neutral terms "person" and "recipient," she is (except in gay male movies) always a woman, so, in other words, in bukkake, several men come in a woman's face, usually while she is kneeling in a circle formed by them, sucking first one, and then the next, of their cocks, and in gokkun, a woman drinks the semen that several men have ejaculated into a glass, a chalice, a beaker, or some other container.

According to these authors, "bukkake was first represented in pornographic films in the mid-to-late 1980s in Japan," when the act was known as "gnash," or "facial ejaculation." The etymology of "bukkake" suggests that the word was derived from the Japanese verb "bukkakeru," which means "to dash or splash with water," with semen being understood, obviously, to have replaced water as the liquid, or fluid, element. "Gokkun" is derived through the process of onomatopoeia, as an imitation of the sound of swallowing, or gulping.

Bukkake allows filmmakers (and, therefore, viewers) to enjoy the spectacle of a beautiful young woman, kneeling naked, in a circle of men who masturbate as she services first one, and then the next, usually orally, pausing to accept their ejaculate as, one by one, they reach the point of no return, grasp their cocks, and direct the spurting sprays of their semen into her waiting, upturned face. In gokkun, viewers are usually treated only to the sight of a group of men masturbating themselves so that they may deliver their loads into a container of some sort, although, occasionally, the woman who will eventually drink the opalescent contents of the container may assist by masturbating or sucking a cock or two. Interracial oral sex and cum-swallowing are other ways to add spice to the mix. Less often, intercourse, vaginal or anal, are precursor to the men's ejaculations. Rarer still, the semen may be delivered as a consequence of orgasms effected through tit fucking.

A lot of the fun of watching bukkake lies, as it were, in observing the spurting of the semen, its trajectory as it arcs through the air, and the place at which it splatters against milady's face. Streamers of the stuff might stretch across her brow, arc over the bridge of her nose, decorate her cheeks, drool from her open mouth, dribble down her chin, or drip onto her shoulders, breasts, or tummy. Semen glistening in a woman's bangs or a strand or two of the stuff stretching across her eye, to clump in both her upper and her lower lashes, is heady entertainment, indeed (to use a pun almost too easy to merit the mention). Cum that coats the lips looks lovelier by far than any lip gloss!

The woman's reactions to being spurted in the face with sperm are also part of the fun of watching bukkake. Some tarts take it with a mischievous smile; others with a frown or grimace; and still others with what appears to be a look half of horror and half of terror. As the cum starts to drip, the semen-smeared lady might roll a strand of the stuff into her mouth or lick it from a fingertip, as if the fecundating fluid is far too precious to lose even a single drop of it. There is a sense, too, that the men, in sharing their seed with her, are feeding her the very nectar of their loins, and the semen-splattered woman in the center of their circle often exhibits the honor she feels at being the recipient of their generous supplies.

For me, the younger the woman, the better (as long as she's of legal age, of course). There is nothing sexier than a young tart's taking loads of thick, white semen in her lovely, innocent-looking cherub's face, especially if she smiles all the while. However, even older women--those in their twenties, rather than in their teens (that is, eighteen or nineteen; as I mentioned, all the participants must be of age)--can be sexy with their faces masked in semen. 

To prevent bukkake from becoming boring, filmmakers use a variety of techniques, including, as I have mentioned, masturbation, fellatio, and even vaginal or anal intercourse as preludes to the facials. Other such devices include the woman's sucking semen from a condom and letting the penile sheath dangle, after she has drained it of its fertile contents, from her lips; the woman's adopting unusual positions for masturbating her men--one kneels behind a guy, reaching between his thighs to masturbate him from behind; substituting a firm, sleek fanny for the pretty face that is the usual target of the ejaculate; showing a close-up shot of a mouth full of cum; having a woman engage in a lesbian interlude as the man masturbates, delivering his load of cum, finally, to the face of the woman performing cunnilingus on her female partner; using digital magic to substitute the face of a famous female for the actual actress' own countenance (in one such example, Sarah Palin's kisser is employed; in another, Paris Hilton's face is substituted); featuring close-ups of cocks delivering their loads to women's chins, noses, cheeks, eyes, or other facial features; showing semen splatter against the lenses of eyeglasses or goggles--the possibilities are as limitless as the filmmakers' imaginations, and their imaginations are fertile, indeed!

Sometimes, the moviemakers even go to the extremes of employing fantastic, rather than realistic, shots and scenes. In one case, the lower portion of the actress' face is replaced by a twat, so that she can literally be face fucked. In another instance, an impossibly huge prosthetic penis, complete with ejaculatory capability, is employed, delivering "semen" in volumes of equine or elephantine dimensions. The sheer quantity of semen that is eventually ejaculated can itself add variety to repeated acts of bukkake: when enough men ejaculate in the woman's face, her countenance is not only covered in semen, as if she were wearing a mask of the glistening fluid or bathing in it, but the impression is created that she might well drown in the sticky stuff if enough additional men shoot their loads there.

Gokkun features can and do use many of the same devices as bukkake films, but the focus of gokkun movies is upon the collection of semen for drinking purposes and the actual consumption (swallowing) of the fluid. Indeed, the types of containers themselves are both a way of adding variety to cum-swallowing movies and a source, it seems, of delight among aficionados of this fare. Shot glasses, wineglasses, chalices, beakers, test tubes, rectangular Plexiglas containers, silver platters, spoons, bowls, oatmeal cookies, cups of coffee, and even milady's cupped palm are among the many vessels of semen that appear in such films. Unfortunately, pornographers don't always make a clear distinction between bukkake and gokkun and it is necessary, more often than not, to seek the stray gokkun clip among a website's many video samples of bukkake. In seeking gokkun, it is somewhat helpful to type "cum drinking" or "cum eating" (without the quotation marks, of course) rather than "gokkun" in your Internet's search engine field. "Gokkun" usually delivers nothing or just bukkake clips.

Whether he or she is male, female, or shemale, straight, bi, or gay, most men, women, and transwomen enjoy watching men masturbate or being masturbated, being sucked off, or fucking a mouth, cunt, or ass, as they do the sight of a cock spurting thick streamers of semen into the filmmaker's container of choice, so the collection of the men's seed is itself part of the pleasure that gokkun videos supply, the visual hors d'oeuvre, one might say, with which to whet the viewer's appetite for more.

The semen inside the glass container is also a fetching sight. The milky iridescence of the thick fecundating fluid indicates that the substance is not the type of beverage that might normally be served in a glass, in a bowl, or on a silver platter. It looks delicious, but also, somehow, a little naughty, even a bit loathsome. It resembles lumpy pudding, but it also looks a little like melted snails' trails. The idea that a young woman is about to drink this nectar of many men's loins is simultaneously erotic and repulsive, but, one must admit (since he or she is apt to watch the rest of the sequence) sexier than it is disgusting.

Once a sufficient volume of semen has been collected (usually half a cup or so), we watch as milady lifts the vessel to her lips. We watch the slow slide of the opalescent fluid, as it glides down the inner surface of the slanted, transparent container. We watch the sperm's sluggish journey down, down, down the slope. We see the glistening white substance smear itself over, and along, the glass or plastic. We observe the tiny bubbles in its pearly surface. The woman's lips wait, parted, to receive the slowly advancing avalanche of semen that spills toward them. Suspense builds, as we watch and wait, the same way that milady is watching and waiting. We can all but feel the warm, wet fluid kiss our own lips and taste its salty flavor against the tips of our own moist, pink tongues. We can all but smell its musky, manly scent. The glacial-slow drift of the semen toward the waiting lips is torturous to behold--but in a good way. Our cocks stiffen, or our cunts wet themselves. Perhaps, if we have not already begun to do so, we take our sex organs in hand and begin to masturbate.

The semen finally meets the lips, and, already parted, they part farther, opening themselves to the thick, warm, white seed, to let it pour into the mouth, that it might be tasted and savored. In watching, we, too, feel as though we have drunk the nectar of the men's loins who've filled the decanter from which the actress, on our behalf, has drunk. We, too, have "drunk the milk of paradise," to paraphrase Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Kubla Khan."

But she doesn't simply swallow the semen pooled in her mouth. First, she opens her mouth wide, tossing back her head, to let us see how full her mouth is with the half-cup or so of seed. She looks a little like a cotton-mouth water moccasin, her oral cavity frothy with the thick fluid it holds. Then, her cheeks sometimes expanding, as if she were a chipmunk storing seeds therein, she frowns, concentrating, and grimaces slightly, perhaps, as she swallows. Opening her mouth again, she shows us the proof that she has actually swallowed the semen: the milky white substance is gone, except for the filmy remnants of her meal.

I am a fan of both bukkake and gokkun, as my own story, "Bukkake Brothers," also available on Literotica, attests, and I encourage readers, whether they are male, female, or shemale, to try both activities, preferably on the receiving end (although, males and shemales, it's nice to be a giver, too). As long as the providers are disease free, swallowing semen and sperm is not a hazard to one's health and, indeed, is somewhat nutritious.

Although the exact amount varies from one man to the next and from one situation to another, on the average, an ejaculation measures approximately one teaspoons, so, to collect half a cup (48 teaspoons), if each man were to deliver only one load and it as of average volume, 48 men would be needed to supply milady with her beverage. In reality, the men in the film often ejaculate more than once, each waiting, after his first volley, so to speak, to regain his strength before making his next contribution, after an additional five or six other men have had their go at the face (in bukkake) or the vessel (in gokkun) in play.

There are about seven calories per teaspoon of semen, so even if milady drinks a half cup of the stuff, she's ingested only 336 calories, and semen can be delicious (or not), depending upon the contributors' diets. It's also somewhat nutritious, as I point out in my article, also available on Literotica, "What's In It?":

"Semen contains a wide range of nutrients and other chemicals which are delivered by various internal organs, sexual and otherwise, in the male. Among the ingredients of semen are sugars (fructose, sorbitol, inositol), proteins and amino acids (glutathione, deoxyribonucleic acid, creatin), minerals (phosphorus, zinc, magnesium, calcium, potassium), vitamins (ascorbic acid, vitamin B12, choline), hormones (testosterone, prostaglandins), and body byproducts (lactic acid, urea, uric acid, nitrogen). Semen often contains sperm, too, as a result of ejaculation.

"As long as the man is healthy and disease free, his semen may be consumed without reservation, for it is harmless, even nutritious, and non-fattening, with only approximately 15 calories per ejaculate (the average ejaculate being equal to approximately one tablespoon, or three teaspoons) and minimal carbohydrates. CAUTION: Infected semen can transit venereal diseases, including HIV and AIDS."

Well, I hope you've enjoyed reading my review or essay or whatever the hell this bastard child is that I've written as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my collections of bukkake and gokkun. I have a sea of semen and an ocean of sperm left to watch explode in women's faces and poured down their hatches. I will most likely add a few ounces of my own to the mix. I hope you will do the same, whether with pussy juice or the real deal. 



Bukkake Box of Infinite Glory



It was weird. I used to hate those women who were always checking themselves in the mirror; inspecting their hair; reviewing their make-up; examining their curves and cleavage. Get the fuck over yourself, I'd think. But on the day after we got back from vacation I found myself doing the exactly same thing. Well, not exactly the same thing. I was worse. I had opened the closet door where Rick had mounted a full length mirror so that it faced the big mirror by the sink. Then I'd stripped down to my birthday suit and stood between them, studying my bod from front and back. Holy shit I looked good; my skin radiated the rich, deep, copper splendor of the best tan I'd ever had, my usually blandly brown hair was alive with natural sunny highlights and my body was firm and tight from a week of dancing, swimming and fucking.

It was a weird sensation, feeling good about my appearance. I'd been such a frumpy dork as a teenager. All through school I had awful braces, ugly glasses, bad skin, lank hair and a wardrobe of oversized hand-me-down sweaters and thrift store skirts my obsessively thrifty mother foisted on me. I had gotten my act together since then, but that kind of self doubt puts down deep roots. Rick was always pushing me to wear skimpier, slinkier outfits when we went out, but I just didn't feel comfortable in that slutty shit. So you can imagine the fit I threw when I found out he had booked us in a "clothing optional" resort in Mexico for our vacation.

Oh it was bad. Especially since I didn't discover his little trick until we were being shown to our room. I demanded we leave immediately, but we were already checked in so I agreed to stay one day. Then that afternoon we were lounging by the salt water pool and I saw a fat couple lolling around in the buff so I worked up my courage and took off my top. Rick kept bringing me daiquiris and my mood kept improving. Pretty soon I was hanging out bare ass naked. Me!

It got really weird when this Canadian lawyer swam up and started hitting on me. I was flattered, he was pretty handsome, but I turned him away of course. When I looked around to see where the hell Rick was, I saw him lurking by the bar: watching. He immediately brought me back to the room for some energetic, and very imaginative, lovemaking. As we lay holding each other afterwards Rick admitted he gets really turned on when other guys ogle me.

Now don't get the impression that Rick is some cuckold-wannabe. He's a big, manly, good-ole-boy who runs his dad's successful custom glass and mirror company. But for some reason he just likes it when guys check me out. So, I spent the entire vacation undressed or barely dressed as I strutted around and flirted while Rick hung back and got hornier and hornier. We'd fuck two or three times a day and I got to feeling like quite a hot piece of ass.

And you know what? If felt frickin' awesome.

So there I was, back at home, between those two mirrors, checking out my body. I was lifting my boobs up to check if my tan extended to the girls' under-crease when Rick walked in.

"Oh, that's what a man likes to see when he comes home from work," he said.

"Hey studly," I said with a big smile as I struck a centerfold pose. "How was your first day back?"

"It sucked," he said glumly as he came over to take me in his big powerful hands and lean in to kiss me. 

"You should've taken an extra rest day like I did."

"They knew I was back in town. They'd have been calling me all day anyway."

"Why, was the place a smoking ruin when you got back?"

"Not quite. We had an emergency with a weird custom job. You know that place on the east side of town called Swankies?"

"What, the nudie bar everyone calls Skankies?"

"Yeah. They had ordered a big box made of two way mirrors with the mirror surfaces facing in, but Murray, the stupid fuck, build it wrong way out. So they had to rebuild it over the weekend and we were late with the order. I had to go out there to smooth things over."

"My poor studly, he had to go to a strip club for work today," I said with more than a little sarcasm.

"Hey, the Monday afternoon talent isn't exactly the cream of womanhood. I feel like my eyes got crabs looking at that bunch."

I laughed, but a detail of his story was bugging me. "Why would they need a two way mirror box with the mirrors facing in?"

"'Cause the guys can see in and from the outside it looks like there are a zillion girls dancing. But it's real freaky from the inside. I got in there to test the joins and it's like being in a huge room full of your own duplicates." He looked at the two mirrors facing each other in the bathroom, displaying a lined up army of me-clones. "Like with these two mirrors, but closer and on all four sides."

"Wow," I said, thinking it over. "So the girl in there wouldn't see the audience I guess."

"Nope, just herself; lots and lots of herself."

The idea of dancing nude in a small box among a sea of my own duplicates while being watched by men I couldn't see caught in my brain like a barb. It would certainly make it easier to do something like that if you couldn't see the perverts leering at you and you knew they couldn't lurch up and touch you.

"Hey, doesn't Swankies have an amateur night?" I asked.

"Yeah, their sign said every Monday nigh..." Rick's mouth dropped open as I stood grinning at him.

***

So there we were, in the parking lot of Swankies. We'd decided to go after ten so there would be a bigger crowd. The anticipation had been driving Rick nuts. Rick kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this in a tone of voice that left no doubt that he hoped I was. I confirmed I was still willing, but I was feeling really nervous. Swankies is in an iffy part of town and the clientele I saw entering the place was noticeably rough looking and "ethnic", if you know what I mean. I was glad I had a big guy like Rick with me. 

"You seem nervous," he said.

"Of course I am. It wouldn't be a thrill if I wasn't."

"I got something that might help that," he said and pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket.

I'm not as fond of weed as Rick and his buddies, but I like it for special occasions and I certainly considered this occasion more special than most. We smoked it down to a uselessly tiny roach and unsteadily pulled ourselves from the acrid fog of the car. As we moved in slow motion towards the entrance I felt distinctly groovy and light headed.

Swankies was a cool place to be stoned. Neon lights, strobes, mirrors and loud, loud music flooded through me. I looked at the stage but didn't see the mirror box. I briefly wondered if the alleged box was one of Rick's tricks to get me there to strip; like his little nudist resort stunt. But I just laughed at the thought, mostly because I was so frickin' high.

Rick guided me to the bar and started talking to the bartender but I didn't hear, or care about, a thing he said. I was watching some Latina chick with a big ass, droopy tits and a collection of homemade tattoos strutting around on runway to an extra base-heavy version of "Poker Face". When I looked down at the crowd I saw a lot of guys looking at me hopefully.

A slick looking white guy in a shiny suit came out spoke to Rick for a bit before escorting us through the crowd to a hallway in back. A neon sign said "VIP Rooms". He showed us into a largish room where only the base track from the music out front penetrated. The room was dimly lit, painted red and floored in scuffed and faded red linoleum. There were a few chairs scattered about but on one side of the room stood a glass box; seven feet tall and a yard square at the base. It was dark, like a monolith.

"So your girl wants to do the Infinite Glory huh?" he asked with a leer.

"Wow, Infinite Glory?" I asked, laughing like a stupid stoner chick. "Coool."

"We've discovered a… um, exhibitionist streak in our relationship," said Rick.

"Gettin' hard core, huh?" said the manager gesturing towards the box. "But I don't judge. Just get her in there and I'll announce that we're having a special show." Then he left.

"This is gonna be awesome," I said with a spacey giggle.

"So you're still into it?" Rick asked.

"Heck yeah. How do I get in there?"

Rick showed me how the back opened and how the colored neon lights mounted into the corners worked. It blew my mind. Standing in there with a multitude of me stretching off in every direction lit in yellow, pink, purple and blue, I felt like I was in a crazy dream. I tried dancing, but it was a little tight for anything more than just wiggling in place. 

"Hey, what are these things?" I asked, indicating three clear Lucite knobs inside the box. They were attached to the inner mirror surfaces on either side of the door as well as on the door itself. They were about three feet off the ground and attached at the center to three inch circular plugs of mirror mounted to their panel in clear plastic flanges.

"I don't know," said Rick. "I know they pull out. I think they must be for ventilation or something."

"Oh, I have such a smart, studly man," I said throwing myself at him and kissing him deeply. I felt his hard-on already uncoiling in his jeans. We made out for a while. We probably would have ended up having sex right there if the manager didn't come back in.

"OK love-birds, break it up, it's show time. Get in there honey and I'll let the guys in." He was rushing me like he was worried I'd change my mind.

I felt my knees go weak. I thought, Holy shit, I'm actually doing this as I climbed inside.

"Hey, sweetie: ain't room in that thing to strip. Just take your clothes off now," said the manager. 

I looked at Rick who had that goggle-eyed, horny look I'd gotten to know so well in Mexico. Taking that as his final acquiescence I pulled off my tight yellow dress and shed my bra and panties as they both watched. Winking once at Rick, I climbed into the box.

The manager poked his head inside just before shutting the door. "Just dance around in there until you get good and hot. When you're ready just open the holes there and get to work," he said before closing the door and turning off the lights.

Perhaps it was because I was stoned; perhaps it was because I was nervous and horny; but It didn't occur to me that the box had an odd ventilation system. Nor did it occur to me what he meant by "get to work" after I had opened the vents. I didn't really have time to consider it because within a few seconds the neon lights came on and began flashing through blue, pink, purple and yellow while music started up and flooded the box with pulsing, thumping sound. 

I started dancing.

As I said, there wasn't a whole lot of room in there so I didn't really dance so much as writhe around in time to the music. I twisted and stretched, ran my hands all over my body, pushed my tits and ass up against the glass and even played with my pussy and boobs a little. All the while I watched a multitude of me reflected off into the four corners of infinity; looking sexy and awesome in the shifting colors of the pulsating neon lights. I almost wished I could see the guys out there looking in and lusting over me so I could get confirmation I was looking as hot as I thought I did.

And speaking of hot, it got really hot in there really quickly as I danced around in that confined space. Soon my skin was covered with a gloss of sweat that started to run down my body and soak my hair. When the second song ended, I decided it was time to get some fresh air so I reached behind me, took hold of the little Lucite knob in the door panel and popped out the circular piece of mirror. I thought I heard a noise over the start of the next song but I ignored it as I popped the other two circular plugs out of the holes in the side panels. I was certain I heard a noise then; like a cheer or something.

These guys must really be into proper ventilation, I thought to myself.

So, I started dancing again. Since I was so wet with sweat I thought it would look awesome to my anonymous audience if I slapped my tits against the front of the booth and slid them down the glass. I was pushing back from this move when I ran right into a dick. It was poking through the hole in the back and aimed right at my pussy. It actually slipped in a little before I jumped up in surprise and looked down at my ventilation holes. Plump, veiny cocks were sprouting from each one. Those weren't ventilation holes, they were gloryholes.

Have you ever not gotten a really obvious joke and then feel stupid when the punch line belatedly makes sense to you? That's how I felt when the phrase "Infinite Glory" suddenly popped into my head as I looked down at those proud penises reflected over and over and over in the collection of parallel mirrors. I turned around to stare into the front panel of the box as if the power of my glare could melt through and set Rick on fire. Damn it Rick, I thought. This is going way too fucking far! He had tricked me again.

I turned back towards the door panel but those pricks were still there pointing at me; two black, one white. They sure looked eager; so hard; so enticing. I was pissed at Rick for popping this crap on me unexpectedly, but… If this kind of thing turned him on… Well, I couldn't deny being curious. Besides, I was so fucking horny and that big, dusky center dick was so long, thick and tempting. I mean, it was what Rick wanted, right? 

I turned around and pushed my ass towards the big ebony shaft. I felt it slip up along the wet crease of my pussy so I reached under and pushed it back towards my vag. Good God, it was fat. I felt my lips get split wide and my insides get stretched tight as it pushed into me. I slid by ass back until I couldn't take any more cock and it started working in and out, fucking me deep. I reached to each side and started stroking the other two cocks. When I looked at myself in the front mirror I saw a sweaty, wild eyed slut with disembodied cocks in both hands. When I turned towards the side I saw the same slut with a big black dick fucking her from behind, seemingly from out of nowhere. That's when I came; the first time anyway.

I started "dancing" again; moving back and forth on that monster prick as I ran my fingers along the underside of the other two in time with the music. My left hand popped the first one off pretty quick and long streamers of cum shot out to splat onto my feet. It felt hot and slick. Soon after that, the huge shaft inside me began to pump and I settled back onto it to let it fill me. When it withdrew I turned around to show off my stretched out, gaping pussy to the front panel as gooey torrents of white slime flowed from my hole to run down my thighs and drip to the floor in long strands. Watching in the mirrors, I felt my lust jump to near feral intensity. Looking down I saw all of the glory holes were full again. I sank to my knees and eagerly got to work.

It wasn't hard managing three gloryholes at once. I'd suck one and jerk two, making sure to cycle around so everyone got some mouth time. Some tasted nasty, some were fresh, some where cut, some where not; but I was in such a state of heat that I eagerly took them all. I could tell when one was about to shoot because slick, slimy flows of glossy pre-cum would squeeze out onto my hand or across my tongue. When I knew it was about to erupt I'd get in front of it and let it coat my face or tits with pumping jets of spunk. When presented with a cock I particularly liked I'd get up to push my pussy back onto it and let him fuck me as I fingered my clit. Once either I got off or he did, I'd be back on my knees; milking and sucking; milking and sucking.

I got filthy quickly. I enjoyed watching my progress in the mirrors as I got coated in flows of dripping, stretching strands of frothy viscous cum. I'd blow bubbles of the stuff as layers of if flowed across my lips. I'd play with it, stretching long filigrees between my fingers, face, tits and a procession of flush, twitching cocks. I'd push my sticky tits up to slurp quantities of it from my flesh as I stared with wicked eyes out into the musky mirrored universe of my little box. Time seemed to fade into a meaningless abstract as my entire being became focused on penises and sperm, sperm and penises. My only goal was provoking the next eruption and feeling the hot splat of spunk on skin or the salty overripe melon taste filling my mouth to overflow with a burst of man seed. It was like I was drunk on the stuff; high on pheromones. I grew greedy for more as semen bathed my skin, filled my belly and flooded my womb.

It was something of a surprise when, after an eternity of sucking and jerking, a smallish black dick in the back gloryhole withdrew after filling my mouth with a heavy load and a replacement didn't automatically pop in to take its place. With relief, for my jaw and hands were growing sore and my skin crusty, I realized that I had taken care of the whole crowd. I turned to face the front of the box and squatted with my thighs wide as I slowly stroked the last two pricks. I was barely recognizable under a blanket of the doomed genetic effluvia of an unknown number of strangers and my distended pussy dripped with a sick slag of spent sperm. I knew Rick was out there looking at me. I wondered what he thought. Did he get what he wanted from his little trick? I hated to admit it, but once again I was glad he'd lured me into his depraved fantasy. I would never have agreed to something like this if he'd leveled with me first.

The cock in my right hand suddenly threw its load out in long streamers that hung on my tits and brought me back from my thoughts. I decided I'd treat the last cock to my pussy. I bent over and put my ass up against the hole and let him slide easily inside me. He didn't last long.

Spent, I sagged onto the sperm soaked floor of the now filthy Box of Infinite Glory as the lights turned off again. I looked up as the door panel open and there was Rick. 

"Thanks for the surprise," I said thickly through lips sticky with cum.

But I noticed he wasn't smiling. His face was white; his eyes wide in shock. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He just looked at me blankly.

"Oh shit," I said. Obviously this was all a surprise for him too.

"I'm... I'm so... um, sorry?" he said.

Maybe it was because I was still high on weed; maybe it was because I was drunk on the musky scent of the pheromones; maybe it was merely because of the comically wide-eyed look on my boyfriend; but whatever the reason I just started laughing. "I thought this was the next step in your little fantasy," I was finally able to say.

"No. No, it wasn't. Not at all," sighed Rick. He stammered for a bit before finally spitting out, "But the weird thing was that I got really fucking turned on watching you in there. I don't want to be into that kind of shit. But that was so fucking sexy. "

I laughed again. "How many guys did I do?"

"I counted twenty two, might've been more."

"Wow," I said as he pulled me up off the floor. "Hey, since we're both into this..."

"The manager said they always have a good crowd on Friday," said Rick quickly.

I smiled up at him and he blushed; embarrassed by his transparent enthusiasm. I was already looking forward to Friday.

***

Thanks for reading. Let me know what you thought. Comments, criticism and encouragement are always welcome. – Fastandsloppy. 



Bukkake Brothers



Jennifer was on her knees, watching my cock and balls as I masturbated. Since my genitals were only inches from my eighteen-year-old blonde sister's beautiful face, she was getting, almost literally, quite an eyeful. The juxtaposition of my stiff, swollen prick and the tight, risen pouch of my contracted scrotum to her innocent, girl-next-door face and the way that she looked up at me, her wide blue eyes pleading for my cum, and her smooth, soft lips parted expectantly as she swallowed several times, ingesting what she might be imagining, in anticipation, was a mouthful of my salty semen, was so erotic that it hastened my orgasm, I'm sure of it, and, in the next moment, my convulsing cock and straining balls were launching jet after jet of my warm, white, viscid fecundating fluid over darling Jenny's gorgeous face.

The sperm exploded and exploded upon her cuter-than-hell countenance, splattering her brow, her cheeks, and her chin. As my seed showered her face, she, feeling its warmth and force, opened her mouth further, her questing tongue seeking a taste of her brother's most intimate body fluid. A spurt of my semen gushed over the thin bridge of her delicate nose, and she sniffed, as if she hoped to acquire a whiff of its briny scent. Another streamer of my semen collided against her forehead, meandering slowly down her temple, her cheek, and the side of her neck.

My fist, tightly clenched around my blood-engorged prick, pumped faster, harder, more insistently, and another volley of fertilizing fluid leaped from my purple glans, this one spurting into the pink interior of Jenny's gaping mouth. She closed her eyes, in apparent bliss, seeming to savor the nectar of my loins, the ambrosia of my manhood, holding the seed for a time inside her mouth-become-cunt before, at last, swallowing her salty treat.

A final bead of my pearly white seed dropped from the tip of my erection, onto her lips, and Jenny licked it up, her throat undulating again as she swallowed this last offering to her loveliness. I looked down, past her beautiful, cum-drenched face, to the lovely twin peaks of her soft, sleek breasts and their rosy-pink nipples, along the flat plain of her tight tummy, to the blonde pubes within which were nether lips as soft and full and smooth as those of her face, wishing that my semen also decorated these charms. I wished I had a sufficient supply of sperm in the reservoirs of my balls to cover every square inch of my sister's silken flesh with my warm, white seed. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I quipped.

She opened her eyes. They were as clear as the wide, blue sky. As she continued to hold my gaze in her own, she slowly, very deliberately, drew her forefinger across her brow, scraping up the snail's trail-like remnant of semen that stretched across her forehead, and, moving the wet fingertip to her lips, sucked the fluid into her mouth. Still gazing up at me, she repeated this maneuver, wiping up more semen from her nose, cheeks, chin, and neck, and inserting her fingertip again and again into her moist, pink mouth, unwilling that any of the sticky seed be lost. When she was finished, still looking me straight in the eye, she licked her lips. Then, she answered my question. "No," she said.

"No!" I cried, my male ego smarting. "What do you mean, 'no'? It's obvious you enjoyed my cum."

She smiled, getting to her feet. I still sat at the edge of her bed, my thighs splayed. She stood in front of me, her breasts nearly at the level of my eyes. I looked at the luscious mounds, thinking of how much they looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries. "There wasn't enough," she complained. "There's never enough."

I looked up, into her eyes. "Sorry, sis, but that's all I have to give."

"I guess I need another sperm donor, then." She smiled mischievously. "That's why we have to let Danny in on the act,"

Danny was our older brother. Jenny was eighteen, I was nineteen, and Danny was twenty.

"No way!" I protested.

"Yes, way," Jenny insisted, "and soon, too, if you ever want to shoot your load all over your sister's face again."

I frowned, not liking being topped by my sister. I also didn't relish the idea of sharing her with our brother. I'd very much enjoyed having my eighteen-year-old sister all to myself, and I'd never been much interested in sharing. It didn't appear I had any choice in the matter, though, not if I wanted Jenny to continue to suck my dick and let me cum in her face. I took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, sulky sigh. "All right," I agreed, admitting defeat. "How do we go about it?"

She chuckled, her laughter lighthearted and musical. She looked down, past her magnificent breasts, and said to me, "There's no we; there's just you, brother dear."

I scowled. "And just how the hell am I supposed to persuade Danny to join us?" I demanded.

She bent low, patting my now-flaccid penis. "That's your problem, Michael," she replied, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts. I watched her tight, round bottom sash shay back and forth as she left, her hand to her lips to sample the last seepage of my cock that she'd gotten on her fingers when she'd patted my prick.

A week later, I told Jenny how I intended to get Danny to join us in the first of what we--or Jenny, at least--hoped would be many future bukkake sessions together.

Immediately, she took issue with my plans. "I don't like it," she said. "I want to see my brothers' cocks and balls. I want to see the ejaculate as it spurts from your thick, hard cocks and splatters my face. I can't see anything in a dark room."

"That's why the room has to be dark," I explained, "so he can't see."

"I want him to see."

"And he will--eventually--after he's already participated. When he's shot his load all over your face, along with me, we'll turn on the lights, and he'll see you, his dear sister, with her face covered in his--and my--cum. Then, we'll ask him to make it a regular thing with us."

"So you told him a mute slut's agreed to let you beat off over her face, in my bedroom, with the lights off?"

"That's right. Don't forget you can't talk." I figured that, by pretending Jenny was a dumb chick, in the literal sense of the word, we could avoid any conversation Danny might be inclined to initiate with her. It wouldn't do for him to hear his sister's voice when he was naked and masturbating so he could spill his load onto her face.

"When's it set up to happen?" Jenny asked.

"Tonight."

"Tonight! Couldn't you have given me a little notice?" Jenny complained.

"I did the best I could," I told her. Actually, I'd given her virtually no notice at all on purpose, because I wanted to allow her minimum time to object to my plan. "It's tonight or never. Are you in or are you out?"

Without hesitation, Jenny said, "In."

"Good." My strategy of giving her almost no time to oppose my plan had worked like a charm. Now, all I had to do was to relay the message to Danny that everything was in place.

"Remember," I told Danny that night, as we stripped off our clothes in my room, across the hall from Jenny's bedroom, "she's shy, and she can't talk."

"Shy and mute and loves bukkake--my God, bro, you've found the perfect woman. But why's she here, in Jenny's room?"

I slipped my briefs down my thighs, past my knees, and over my calves, stepped out of them, and tossed my underpants on top of the rest of my clothes, which I'd flung onto my mattress. "She lives with her parents, and Jenny's out of town for the weekend. It seemed a logical place to meet."

Danny stepped out of his boxers, folded them neatly, and set them atop his stack of folded garments. "I have to hand it to you, bro, you're a hell of a chick magnet."

I jiggled my cock at him. "This is the chick magnet, bro," I quipped.

"I hope you're as loose and full of juice as I am."

"We'll drown the bitch in cum," I predicted.

"Let's unleash a flood, then."

Naked, we crossed the hallway, our cocks and balls bouncing and swaying, and I pushed the door to Jenny's room open. I was glad that I was still living at home with my sister and that our parents were out of town again, as they often were, now that their kids were grown.

Except for the dim illumination of a nightlight, Jenny's room was dark. There was just enough light to see a feminine form kneeling on the floor in the center of the room.

"She looks ready enough, from what I can see," Danny said. I could hear the glee he felt in his voice. It seemed that he was as ready as she was.

"Oh, she's ready, all right," I agreed. The question was, I thought, whether Danny would be prepared for the little surprise that Jenny and I had in store for him after we'd drained our balls on our little sister's beautiful, innocent-looking face. I almost chuckled at the confusion, dismay, revulsion, and outrage I imagined he'd feel, mixed, perhaps, with pleasure and lust. I just hoped the fucker wouldn't kill Jenny, me, or both of us. After all, incest wasn't everyone's cup of tea, and some people objected to deception with more than just angry words.

"Then, let's do it!" Danny said.

We could see little, but we pumped the tight sheath of skin up and down on our pricks, back and forth, more and more rapidly and insistently, grunting and groaning, until, at last, we reached our respective moments of no return. Overcome with the lust building within our loins, we pointed our penises toward the kneeling woman's head, and ejaculated streamers of warm, viscid semen into her dimly illuminated, upturned face.

"I wish she'd do us the honor of letting us look upon what we've wrought," Danny gasped.

I'd left him, standing close to our sister, and, now, having found the light switch on the wall beside the bedroom door, I flipped it up, and, immediately, the chamber was illuminated. I heard our brother's startled gasp of shock and horror as, a moment later, he shrieked our sister's name: "Jennifer! My God! It's Jennifer!"

Of course, it was, and her lovely face was streaked with thick, white, glistening rivulets of our cum. The nacreous fluid meandered down her brow, alongside the bridge of her nose, and dripped, as if in slow motion, from her chin, to adorn her naked breasts. In the declivities of her comely countenance, pools of the pearly substance formed, tiny frosted ponds next to her eyes, in the indentation above her upper lip, in the deep dimple in her chin. I'd shot a big load of semen, and, judging by the evidence coating our dear sister's face, so had our brother.

"Michael!" Danny cried. "You bastard! How could you have played such a foul trick on me. Because of you, I've--well, just look at what I've done!" His face was flushed, and his eyes flashed with anger. His fists balled at his sides, and I looked toward the door, wishing I'd left it open to facilitate my escape if it became necessary for me to flee. I was no match for Danny, if he resorted to fisticuffs. His chin trembling, he looked from me to Jenny, who knelt beside him, naked, her smiling face well-streaked with our cum and her breasts sprinkled with the drippings of our semen. "Jenny, I'm sorry," he said, his voice breaking. "I didn't know it was you."

Jenny opened her mouth, to reply, and I saw the opalescence of our semen upon her pink tongue. She closed her mouth again, realizing, as she'd tried to speak, that she'd acquired a mouthful of our seed, and swallowed. Then, smiling again, our semen frothy upon her lips, she looked up at Danny, her bright eyes shining. "Don't be sorry. You've nothing for which to apologize. I knew all about it. In fact, I'm the one who put Michael up to recruiting you as one of our crew."

Danny looked astonished. "What?"

"I hated college," she said. "That's why I dropped out after only one semester, but, during that one semester, I slept with a different guy every night. Sometimes, I slept with several at the same time. It was at college that I learned about--and came to love--not just to enjoy, but to love--bukkake."

"Bukkake?" The way he said the word, it was obvious that Danny had never heard of the practice.

She smiled, looking gorgeous on her knees, her face aglow with our sperm. "That's the name for what we just did: a female gets ejaculated on by a group of men. No one knows when or where or why the practice began, but it's possible that Japanese porn producers introduced it in the 1970's or '80's. Literally, the term means 'forceful splashing,' and the two words from which it's derived, 'butsu,' or 'hit,' and 'kakeru,' 'to shower' or 'to pour,' together, carry with them a sense of astonishment or wonder, such as, no doubt, you yourself felt when you saw my face covered in cum."

"Where'd you learn all that?" Danny asked, astonished.

She laughed. "At college. Weren't you listening? Some of my favorite bukkake partners were Asian. There's more, though. Some believe that Japan's censorship of sexual penetration, even in erotic videos, led to the filming of bukkake as a means of satisfying audiences' demands for an alternative sexual act. Some feminists--the hairy-legged ones, I think--consider bukkake an act of symbolic rape--" Jenny giggled--"meant to humiliate and degrade." She rolled her eyes. "That seems to be your view, too, Danny, as far as I can see. On the other hand, I happen to think the more, the merrier. It's sexy to be the center of attention--both literally and figuratively--as a group of guys shower me with their love."

Danny grunted. "Lust, you mean."

"Lust or love--it's all the same to me," she said. Then with a frown, she added, "Of course, two guys are hardly a group of men."

"Two guys? Since when was Michael two guys?"

"I want both you and Michael to be my bukkake brothers." She wiped a strand of semen from a cheek, depositing it in her mouth, and smiled. "What do you say? Can I count on you?"

"What you're asking me to do--it's sick," Danny said.

"What's sick about it?" Jenny asked. "You're not fucking me. Even if I suck your cock, you can't impregnate me. It's safer to have you and Michael spurt your sperm in my face than it is for me to have strangers do it."

Danny glared at me. "How long have you been doing this to Jenny?" he demanded.

"We've been doing it together, Danny," Jenny answered on my behalf, "because I want to. I asked him to do it, and he's been kind enough and understanding enough and loving enough to help me to enjoy my favorite pastime. What's wrong with that?"

"It's incest," Danny said.

"What's wrong with incest? If it's done in love and with love, it is love, isn't it?"

"The family that plays together, stays together," I said, but, when I saw the murderous look on Danny's red face, I shut up, averting my eyes. It was better to let Jenny plead our case. Danny wasn't likely to hit her.

"You shouldn't have tricked me," Danny declared.

"You wouldn't have done it otherwise, would you?" Jenny asked.

"Hell, no."

"That's why we tricked you." She wiped her hand across her face before licking it clean. "Tell the truth. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Before I knew it was you," he admitted, "yeah, I enjoyed it."

She looked at him directly, holding his gaze with her own. "You enjoyed it afterward, too."

He didn't affirm her charge, but he didn't deny it, either.

"Whatever your decision, Michael and I are going to keep doing this, but we'd like to have you do it with us. Will you join us?" Jenny pleaded.

It took her another half hour to attain Danny's promise to become a bukkake brother. Once he'd agreed, she gave us a new mission. We were to add our other brother, Kevin, to our group, too.

"How the hell do you expect us to do that?" Danny demanded.

She smiled, a strand of semen stretching between her luscious pink lips. "Michael's plan worked once," she observed. "It should work again."

A week later, we repeated the same scene, initiating Kevin as, the previous week, we'd introduced Danny, to the practice. The results were much the same: outrage (or pretended outrage) at having been duped into having sex, of a sort, with his own sister (it never seemed to bother either Danny or Kev that they'd also participated in a sexual act, of a sort, with their brother or brothers); horror (or pretended horror) at the incest involved in the activity; arguments as to the immorality of the act; and, ultimately, reluctant acquiescence (or pretended reluctant acquiescence) to Jenny's repeated pleas to become a member of our group, or, as she put it, a "bukkake brother," and, now, there were four of us, Jenny--the center of attention, as she liked to refer to herself--and her three bukkake brothers.

Now, everything's better by far, just as Jenny predicted, with all three of her brothers involved in our weekly sessions. When we're through with her, she's quite a mess, believe me. This is what happens, every time, with but little variation:

As Jenny kneels, naked, in the center of a circle formed by her three brothers, we-- admiring our sister's beautiful, upturned face and smiling eyes, her splendid breasts, the dandelion fuzz of her downy pubes, her smooth, sleek thighs, her sculpted back, and her round, firm-soft derriere--stroke and pump our cocks in our fists, envisioning the spurts of our ejaculate into her hair and face and bosom.

Usually, one of us reaches orgasm before the others do, although, on occasion, two or even all three of us reach the point of no return simultaneously, showering Jenny's face and form with blast after blast of our pearly semen, flooding her face and inundating her tits.

Semen may squirt from one cock in a series of individual spurts while, from another, sperm may spray in multiple locations, splattering Jenny's hair, her forehead, and her nose and cheeks, all at the same time. While some of the semen remains where it falls, in shiny pools or glistening, pearly beads, other ejaculate runs down Jenny's face, forming southbound rivulets that course and meander down her cheeks, chin, and throat, to drip, slowly, as if succumbing to the force of gravity only with the greatest reluctance, onto her boobs or the cleavage between those white, round mounds. Our drops of semen looks like melted pearls, adorning her hair, her face, her breasts, and, sometimes, even her belly or pubes.

Often, if only as a reflexive action, upon feeling the first of our semen missiles, Jenny's beautiful face will scrunch up, her eyes and mouth closing tightly and her smooth brow knitting, as additional volleys of sperm, from one, two, or (rarely) all three cocks, firing in a series or in unison, wet her face, great globules and streamers of semen glistening upon her semen-bedecked and sperm-bejeweled countenance. 

Often, she will open her eyes during our bombardment, heedless of the semen that lies upon her lids or in her lashes or adjacent to the inner or outer corners of her eyes, and look up at us, smiling--her crescent blue eyes and the bow of her smiling mouth are unbelievably erotic, igniting more lust within her bukkake brothers' hearts, minds, and loins, producing additional spurts of cum. By the time that Danny, Kev, and I have emptied our loads onto her wet, shining, smiling, upturned face, her visage streams with semen, the syrupy fluid streaking and coating her features as well as her flesh, either lying in pools, hanging from her eyebrows and chin, or meandering slowly down her brow, cheeks, nose, jaw, neck, and bosom.

She often parts her sperm-smeared lips to let us admire the pool of lustrous white sperm that she's collected within the pink interior of her mouth. Then, she swallows our seed to make room for more. Gathering them with her fingertips, she deposits additional gobs of our salty semen inside her mouth to savor before ingesting them. She then licks the remnants of our seed from each of our still-standing cocks and the taut, risen pouches of our contracted scrota. Licking her lips, she smiles at each of us, sometimes taking our pricks into her mouth, one by one, as she handles and fondles the cocks of the other two. A lovelier sight doesn't exist than one's sister, cum-faced, with a cock in her mouth and an additional one in each hand.




Bukkake Business



It was a big day for her, Tachu reflected, as she glided the electric razor over her scalp, removing traces of blue stubble to expose the pale pinkness beneath, After all her efforts in securing the deal with the Taming Force Corporation, today was finally the day in which the client would sign and all her efforts would be rewarded. At last, she would be entitled to the handsome commission that she so often discussed with Kenchi when she had to justify those late nights in the office that filled her with so much guilt. She was so fortunate to have such an understanding wife: one who would accept the hours of waiting until the metro finally delivered Tachu home to their expensive suburban apartment. 

She examined her shaven pate in the bathroom mirror reflection in which she could also see Kenchi dozing under the silken sheets, blissfully unperturbed by thoughts of her day in the classroom where she taught all those young boys and girls the intricacies of mathematics and who were wholly undeserving of her tuition. And how could they be deserving? Tachu was so grateful she was married to a woman so very beautiful, whose naked body was unquestionably the object of the desire of so many other men and women. And a woman who was hers to love and desire whenever she so desired. She smiled indulgently as Kenchi rolled over, her bluish scalp on the down-filled pillows and her arms stretched out in prayer-like formation in front of her. 

Tachu sighed. Her bosom swelled with love. Kenchi was the perfect lover. No one could ever match her in beauty and cleverness.

But first, best not to neglect her crotch. It wouldn't do for the executives from TFC to see even the shadow of stubble there. She'd been so embarrassed that time when entertaining the DAL executives when she found that long hair that had so sneakily evaded her razor.

And then, over the high-pitched whirr of her laser-sharp razor, she heard a grunt coming from the bed.

"Are you awake, Kenchi dear?" Tachu asked softly.

Kenchi stirred slightly, her eyes opened slightly and she smiled.

"I couldn't let you leave on this big day without wishing you well, could I?" she almost groaned through her sleep-encrusted lips.

Tachu felt so much love at that moment. Oh Kenchi! However many times Tachu might declare her love it was never enough. 

"Just a moment, sweetest. I've got to look my best today. I don't want a single trace of hair on my crotch!"

Kenchi nodded.

"No. That wouldn't do! What might the executives think? A senior female sales exec with hair? The very idea!"

Soon enough Tachu made sure to the best of her ability that she was as presentable as she could be. Kenchi was so understanding! As a school teacher she could risk a day's, even several days', stubble, but appearance was paramount in Tachu's profession. And soon Tachu could leave the bathroom, in her full nakedness, and strode over to her wife who leaned up, supporting her weight on an elbow.

"Just a little nibble?" she pleaded.

Of course!" said Tachu. "But only briefly. I've got a train to catch!"

And so Tachu stood in front of Kenchi who leaned her face forward, her lips open and her tongue slipping seductively through the parted teeth. And Tachu received the full sensual delight of her lover's tongue on the ragged inner lips of her vulva, and then, more delightful than even that, the sharp nip of Kenchi's teeth on those same lips. Tachu put a hand on Kenchi's stubbled head, relishing this humbling expression of love.

"Enough!" commanded Tachu reluctantly. "I've got to get going!"

"It'll be alright, won't it?" asked Kenchi anxiously, just as reluctantly removing her lips from Tachu's genital ones. "They'll sign and the deal will be finalised in the traditional manner?"

"It will be a bukkake ceremony of unmatched excellence!" Tachu assured her, but remembering too well those painful occasions when the expected final ceremony did not happen. Those times when an unsuspected tender from a rival firm had undercut or overtaken that offered by the senior sales executive of United Leverage plc. 

Kenchi nodded, but Tachu could see that her wife recognised too well the anxiety that she felt. Maybe this would be another yearned-for tender finalisation that would not be signed and sealed with the client's semen. The shame and dishonour would surely be too much to bear at the next board meeting. Perhaps she would again feel the full wrath of the CEO's anal penetration and chastisement. Although Tachu recognised the necessity of such ritual humiliation, the pain and sheer messiness of it forever haunted her as she endeavoured to do the best she could for her company's shareholders' interests.

She tried to take her mind off her anxieties as she sat on the metro while it thundered towards the city centre. Opposite her was a girl whose hair must have been at least a centimetre long. Tachu sniffed. What a slut! But there were just no standards amongst the young these days. She regarded her own reflection in the windows opposite, acting as a perfect mirror against the darkness of the tunnel as the train rattled on. Her best suit, discreetly opened so that the full heave of her full bosom could be seen, a glimpse of the areola just about visible, and her short skirt under which today she was definitely not going to wear any knickers and through which any one leaning down might catch a peek of her smooth shaved crotch. 

Tachu regarded the other passengers. A group of schoolchildren were gathered together, all identically dressed, girls and boys: blazers, ties, baggy shorts to the knees, long white socks from the knees to their black shoes and only the well-scrubbed knees showing. Like her and all the other passengers, except the slut opposite in her jeans and sleeveless tee-shirt, with their scalps neatly shaven. Tachu felt a small pang of envy at the boldness of the unshaven girl, who would probably be quite pretty if she'd paid more attention to her appearance. Why! Tachu was sure that she even had hair under her armpits. How disgusting! Unless she worked in a vegetarian café or a record shop, how could a girl like that possibly get a job?

When she got to the office, she immediately searched out Menga, whom she knew would have been in the office at least an hour before her, as custom dictated. She'd thought long and hard about which one of her junior sales reps should have the privilege of accompanying her on the deal finalisation ceremony, and she had decided that it was Menga who was the most deserving. Those long hours she had put in to preparing the tender! (Though she could never be sure how long after she left the office her staff might decide it was prudent for them to also leave).

Menga stood up from her desk as Tachu approached, as did the other girls in the office, but she could see that it was her that Tachu was most intent on approaching. She bowed her head slightly as Tachu came near.

"Good morning, ma'am!" she said, with a tremulous quiver to her voice.

"Are you prepared, Menga?" Tachu asked. "Have you shaved and scrubbed yourself?"

"I have indeed, ma'am!"

"You might consider another shower this afternoon. And I hope you remembered to bring your razor?"

"I have, ma'am!"

"Fourteen hundred hours. Executive suite Twenty Six. Make sure you're there!"

Menga nodded, her face struggling to restrain any expression of her delight at the honour bestowed on her. Tachu turned around and left, and Menga and the other girls sat down only when the office door had closed behind the executive manager. Tachu could imagine the envy her other junior staff were at this moment feeling towards their lucky colleague!

It was a tense morning for Tachu as she ensured that all the arrangements were in place for the afternoon. She made sure that the caterer, the photographer and the seating arrangements were exactly right. She didn't want a single thing to upset the big event. But most importantly she had to ensure that she herself was wholly presentable. And this meant, of course, that she would need to take a shower in the executive staff washroom.

As Tachu scrubbed herself vigorously with a loofah under the stinging spray of the shower, she could hear the clickety click of a pair of stiletto heels stride across the tiles and then heard someone sit down in one of the door-less toilet cubicles. She poked her head out of the shower and saw that it was Chenkun, the senior marketing executive, who was carefully pulling off her clothes.

"Do you want a shower too?" Tachu called out.

"No. Not at all, Tachu," Chenkun replied with a smile. "I've just been attending another tiresome meeting and I thought I'd relax by masturbating before proceeding with the rest of my duties."

"Do you want to borrow my vibrator?" Tachu suggested amiably. "It's a Caldron 19. A very fine model."

"No, that's fine, Tachu. But I appreciate the offer. Especially if you've already used it and I could share of your fluids. But I much prefer my Thunder 73. It has just the right rhythm for how I feel at the moment!" 

Tachu smiled as her naked colleague pulled out her long purple vibrator from inside her handbag, sat on the toilet seat with her legs parted and worried the lips of her vagina with the whirring toy. However, as she returned to her ablutions, she dismissed the idea of accompanying her colleague in mutual masturbation by the consideration that the executives from TFC might not appreciate the smell or taste of a previously excited vagina. But it was a distraction for her to listen to her colleague's ecstatic gasps as the buzzing sex toy aided her towards her solo climax.

"Are the executives from TFC here yet?" Tachu asked the receptionist anxiously on the appointed hour.

"Promptly, ma'am," the receptionist nodded, keeping her eyes discreetly lowered.

"Thank you. Please escort them to the executive suite where I shall be waiting for them."

With that, Tachu spun around on her torturously high stilettos and strode towards the room where, as arranged, Menga was standing naked, except for her own stiletto heels, by the side of the spread laid out by the caterers. 

"Is everything in order, Menga?" Tachu asked.

"Yes, ma'am," her naked junior assented, bowing her head.

"The photographer?"

"She's waiting in the anteroom, ma'am."

Tachu nodded. Everything did indeed seem to be in order. And Menga was sweetly perfumed, her crotch and pate meticulously shaved, her lips rouged a very dark red and her eyes stylishly painted with kohl. 

"So, we are sure that everything is as it should be for the CEO from TFC and his colleagues?"

Menga nodded. "Yes, ma'am!" she announced firmly and decisively. 

And then they arrived, the CEO and his senior executives, their heads properly shaved and wearing expensive double-breasted suits, escorted by the receptionist, her eyes modestly averted, and the rings in her bare nipples linked by a company-approved chain.

"Welcome, Mr Chien, sir!" said Tachu. "And welcome also to your colleagues. We have prepared a small repast for your pleasure of which we would be delighted you partook before we finalise the deal."

Mr Chien was a small stocky man in his early fifties who nodded and gestured to his silent coterie of executives. "You heard the lady!" he said. "Tuck in!"

The executives did so, crowding around the table where the food was presented and where Menga stood, naked and also silent, by the side.

Tachu gestured towards her junior sales rep. "Please serve Mr Chien with a selection of what the caterers have so generously provided," she commanded.

Only when Mr Chien had lifted a chicken leg to his mouth and took a bite from it did the other executives do the same with any of the food they had selected, while Menga fussed around them to make sure that not one of them would be without the serviettes and forks they might require.

"I see you are married," remarked Mr Chien, glancing at the ring on Tachu's finger.

"Yes, sir," said Tachu, unable to suppress the pride in her voice. "And to a most beautiful woman, I am happy to say."

"I'm very happy for you," smiled the CEO. He chewed the chicken decorously, holding a serviette up to his mouth. "I have several wives and a husband. All are very pleasant, although my first wife is getting on a bit now."

"Your other wives are younger, sir?"

"Very much so. And much more sexually active. Although my first wife does her best when the occasion demands of it."

"She must be very pleased for you, sir."

"Indeed she is."

Soon enough, the food was consumed and everyone sat down at the executive table to sign the various documents that Tachu and her staff had prepared. Everyone that is except Menga who stood, naked and self-consciously, by the dining table. First each executive would carefully read the documents, sign it and pass it on to the executive to their left. Eventually the document would arrive at Mr Chien, seated next to Tachu, who would give the document only the most cursory glance before, with a flourish, signing the document in the section reserved only for him.

And then when all the documents were signed, Tachu pressed the little buzzer by her side and a secretary appeared, picked up the documents and without raising her head to look at the assembled executives scurried out on her high stiletto heels.

"And now," said Tachu, at last permitting herself a smile, "we can complete the transaction."

The executives looked anxiously at their CEO. He nodded and smiled, the first time since he had arrived in the room. "Yes, we can." He looked at Tachu. "I take it that first I fuck your delightful colleague and then I complete the ceremony on your charming self?"

It was all Tachu could do to resist breaking into a grin of satisfaction. The ceremony was to proceed as tradition demanded. "Yes, sir," she said, fighting off a gasp of excitement. "Menga is well-practised at the art of fucking. Her vagina as well as her anus is fully at your disposal."

"She remains unmarried, I take it?"

"She is, sir, though she is very sweet with a gentleman from the Systems Development department."

"He is a very fortunate man in having such a beautiful lover."

Before the ceremony could begin it was necessary that the photographer be ready to take the pictures. Tachu summoned her in by intercom and smiled as she strode in, several cameras slung around her shoulders and a huge tripod in her hands. The company photographer dressed in a smart suit, with a skirt short enough that she could crouch with it being no obstacle to her and a torch secured around her shaven pate should extra light be needed for any of the requisite shots. She slightly bowed her head and almost immediately began snapping pictures of the executives.

Menga made her way to the futons laid out in preparation at the further end of the room. The larger one covered several square meters and Menga sat down on it. A smaller, more luxurious, down-filled futon lay a small distance away. Tachu strode up to it, and in a few practised movements removed her clothing and secured them on the executive hangers lining the wall. Once naked, she bowed her head reverentially and sat down on the smaller futon. 

The executives from TFC were now confronted with the sight of two naked shaven women, still in their high stilettos, recumbent on the futons in the traditional manner: legs open and their weight supported by their arms. Menga young and slender, with pert, pointed breasts. Tachu filled out slightly by her relative maturity, large full thighs and a comely bosom: one that Kenchi so enjoyed licking and sucking. The executives were clearly excited, but they stood in a polite row, their eyes glancing towards the two women but their faces struggling to betray no feeling.

The CEO nodded and, finally, with his permission, the executives divested themselves of their own clothes, neatly folded them and arranged them on the executive hangers provided for the purpose. Nor all the executives were as ready as the others, as Tachu could deduce from the erectness of their penises. Indeed, one penis was a very sorry sight: a little walnut compared to some of the proud truncheons on display. However, the pills that United Leverage plc provided on the smaller table, along with all the vibrators, lubricants and creams, should easily resolve that gentleman's lack of apparent enthusiasm. In earlier days, Tachu reflected, such impoliteness could easily lead to an executive's instant dismissal and even now the executive was plainly self-conscious as he gamely stroked his penis.

Only when all the other executives were completely naked and standing in a row by the larger futon where Menga lay, did the CEO begin to remove his own clothes, which he did at a significantly more leisurely pace than his juniors. But Tachu was pleased to see that his penis was fully erect and was quite a handsome one too. Naturally, it was to be expected that only the most virile executives could rise to his exalted position, Tachu never failed to feel anxiety that she might perform the bukkake ceremony with a client unable to properly finalise the deal in the traditional manner.

The CEO approached Menga as she lay on the futon and bade her turn onto her front. It was clear he was a man who preferred to enter from behind, which pleased Tachu. She glanced at a tube of lubricant on the table. She hoped that Menga had applied plenty of that to her anus. First of all, Menga fellated the CEO's erect penis but for less than a minute, so as to ensure that it was truly rock hard and lubricated by her spit. Menga was an expert fellater: it was one of her chief selling skills, and a skill that had often made the difference between a deal's success or failure, but in this case the CEO was clearly impatient for proper penetration, and perhaps reluctant for any early release of semen.

When Mr Chien was positioned with his penis thrusting in and out of Menga's well-lubricated vagina and apparently no longer paying attention to Tachu, the senior sales exec wandered over to the table of sexual aids and made her selection of lubricants and creams. She hesitated over which vibrator to choose, but, finally, recalling the pleasure it had given Chenkun in the executive washroom, she plumped for a Thunder 73. She only hoped that it would be as effective for her as it had been for the marketing exec.

As the vibrator whirred around her tender lips and clitoris, she regarded the waiting executives, now all properly erect, probably having also taken whatever steps were necessary to ensure this was so, and, with rather more interest, the fucking between the CEO and Menga. Tachu had made a wise selection in choosing that girl, she could see that. Menga was truly a good fuck and well worth the CEO's attention, alternating as he did between vagina and anus, while she gasped and shrieked in ecstasy that even Tachu was unsure whether it was feigned or genuine. That girl would go far, Tachu reflected. Perhaps as a reward she might invite her to her suburban home for dinner and sex with her and Kenchi. If, of course, her wife assented. 

However good Menga was as a lover, it would be inappropriate for the CEO to spend too long with such a junior staff member. She was, after all, intended only to warm up the proceedings and the reason for the tradition of the CEO fucking her so soon was to ensure that the other executives would share in the same intimate activity as their senior manager. The photographer fussed around the couple, discreetly taking pictures from all angles and getting quite close indeed when Mr Chien removed his erect penis from Menga's anus and the sales rep sucked and gobbled at it, relishing the taste of her own shit and vaginal fluids, mixed with lubricating cream and saliva, and guaranteeing that it was in a respectable condition for penetration into a senior sales exec. All the while, the other executives from TFC stood patiently in a row, masturbating themselves and staying very quiet.




Bukkake Business



It was only when the CEO stood up, leaving Menga slumped face down on the futon, that the ceremony began properly and the photographer was to be much more in demand. Mr Chien nodded at his executives and strode towards Tachu who lay down on her back, legs wide open, awaiting her own critical role in the ceremony. The other executives nodded in return, and then, in an order determined by relative seniority, they took advantage of the squirming, gasping, grunting, sweating and politely vocal Menga. It wouldn't do though for just one executive to take possession of her: that was a privilege reserved only for the CEO. Two or three executives plied at her at a time, one in the arse, one in the vagina, whilst a third would enjoy the pleasure of Menga's throat, tongue and teeth on his erect member. And as each pair or trio thrust away, the other executives would stand politely by, masturbating in anticipation. And meanwhile, the photographer was occupied photographing the fucking, fellating and buggery.

That was when she wasn't engaged in taking pictures of Mr Chien enjoying Tachu's own sexual assets. First of all, Tachu took the CEO's penis in her mouth, smelling richly as it still did of Menga's bodily fluids, and used her own considerable talents at fellatio to bring pleasure to the client, but using other skills to ensure that he did not release his semen prematurely. That would be a disaster! Back and forth, back and forth, she bobbed her head, her nose occasionally brushing against the CEO's shaven groin, her hand gripped on the base of the penis and testicles whilst another applied pressure elsewhere to keep the final discharge at bay. 

"Are you ready for penetration, Tachu?" wondered the CEO with a smile.

Tachu looked up with her eyes at Mr Chien's face above her and slowly withdraw his penis from her mouth, feeling it tickle against her tonsils as it slid out. She discreetly wiped the back of her hand on her rouged lips, the taste of his penis, together with the whiff of Menga's anus, encrusting her tongue and inner cheeks. "Yes, sir. But please recall that I am a married woman."

Mr Chien nodded, but Tachu knew already that he was a man quite content to ply only at the smaller orifice. She bent over on her front, head down, elbows in front and arse in the air, while the CEO positioned himself above her and bit by bit eased his penis into Tachu's artificially lubricated anus. The photographer hovered behind, taking picture after picture of Mr Chien's penetration, while out of sight from the camera and the senior sales executive, Tachu moaned and gasped, as much from genuine pain as desire. In actual fact, she still much preferred vaginal intercourse after all these years of marriage, but her vagina belonged to Kenchi and only she was permitted to take pleasure of it. To do otherwise would be an act of infidelity that Tachu loved her wife too dearly to ever risk taking.

The photographer jumped backwards and forwards from the two futons. Sometimes taking pictures of Menga as penis after penis pushed inside her, or slapped against her buttocks and face. Sometimes taking pictures of Tachu and the CEO, sometimes the face or torso, but more often the conjunction of penis and arse. These pictures would soon enough be selected and the better ones displayed in the company showcases, so that visitors would know of United Leverage plc's success in closing deals. And of course the executives would need photographs to take away with them, perhaps to show their wives or husbands, maybe to proudly display in picture frames on their executive desks.

But the main climax of the ceremony was fast approaching. The photographer was expert at recognising the signs. Tachu was pushing up and down, up and down, on the CEO's penis which was thrusting from behind, using the push of her thighs as much as the CEO's own thrust to keep the erect penis inside her arse, even as the thick lubricant streamed out and down between her cheeks and into the vaginal fluids released by her urgent attention with the trusty Thunder 73. 

And then the photographer caught the nod from the CEO. He was ready! The executives who were not fucking Menga noticed too and discreetly drew the attention of their more active colleagues to the fact. And now was the bukkake climax that the whole ceremony was directed towards.

Tachu kneeled down in front of the director, her arms supporting her body, while the CEO's penis probed and poked around her face, his hand vigorously exercising it. And then, at last, the moment that Tachu and the photographer had awaited so eagerly, the moment which truly sealed the business transaction. Mr Chien spurted streams of pale globules of semen onto Tachu's face: principally her cheeks, eyes and over her shaven pate. It was warm, slightly creamy and certainly viscous, sticking to her cheeks but forming huge slow-moving tears, which seeped into her mouth and hang off the end of her chin to fall, drip drip drip, onto the futon below.

And then, the CEO having relieved himself, and, in a sense, his role being finished, and with the photographer no less active, it was the turn of the other executives to also seal the deal. Of course, even though the CEO was done, sitting naked on a huge leather armchair smoking one of the magnificent cigars that the company had provided for this moment of postcoital relaxation, the other executives needed to leave their mark. And this they proceeded to do, assisted by Menga, who used her skill in fellatio to keep the executives' penises erect and ready and, naturally, just about ready to ejaculate. None of the junior executives could actually fuck Tachu. That would go against all sense of propriety in a business setting for rank to be so boorishly disregarded, but custom demanded that they should release on Tachu's face, which was becoming increasingly coated with semen, the evidence of their role in the transaction.

Tachu had almost forgotten what this part of the ceremony felt like. In fact, it wasn't that pleasant at all, although she made agreeable noises and smiled at the camera as if in constant ecstasy, but after the first release from the CEO as far as she was concerned the deal was complete. This extra semen was more a reward to the executives, to show that their efforts had been appreciated, and a trophy of their business acumen that they could show as evidence to their own junior staff. And although there were many more photographs to go, her face thick with TFC sperm, Tachu was much more looking forward to retiring to the executive washroom to wash fresh her face and have a cleansing shower. She gamely licked the semen off, pretending to relish the taste of what was no longer her favourite bodily secretion and smiled as she posed with the naked executives and Menga for the final shots before the photographer could be dismissed and the business part of the transaction was over: signed, sealed, delivered and recorded for posterity.

After her shower, she returned to the executive suite where some of the junior executives were smoking cigars whilst others had returned to fucking Menga. She smiled. Her colleague was going to be truly worn out the following day, and she resolved to leave a message on her answer phone that she could take the following day off as leave. In any case, in only a few hours' time the executives would be driven to the exclusive brothel that United Leverage plc had hired in its entirety for the day, in anticipation of the success of the deal, and Menga would no longer need to provide her sexual services for the client (unless, of course, the CEO should expressly request it).

She walked over to Mr Chien, who was still naked and was idly stroking his penis. Now that Tachu had put back her suit, it was highly unlikely, and indeed inappropriate, that more would be expected of her rather sore anus. 

"We will ensure that you get a full suite of photographs delivered to your office, sir," Tachu said.

"My wives will be delighted to see them. And I shall ensure that a properly framed picture of the final bukkake release will be displayed in the waiting room."

Tachu blushed. So many times she'd visited clients and admired the photographs they displayed of women with their faces covered in semen as one deal or another had been finalised in the traditional manner. And now she too would be honoured in such a fashion.

"Thank you very much, sir. I shall seek it out when next I visit your office."

"And what will you do with your own photographs, dear?"

Tachu blushed again. Mr Chien was a true gentleman. His wives were fortunate women. "I will display one in my office for other clients and colleagues to see, sir, perhaps the one where you so kindly ejaculated into my open mouth; but I shall choose my favourite to take home for my wife to see."

"She is a very lucky woman to be loved by someone as beautiful as you."

Tachu smiled as she thought of her wife. She could barely wait till that moment of return into her wife's arms to tell her of the success of the day's business. And indeed it was Tachu also who was the most fortunate: to be loved by someone as beautiful as Kenchi.



Bukkake Club



The Bukkake Club Chapter 1: The invitation

I'd worked at my present job about nine months when I received the invitation. It arrived in a company envelope, and simply looked like any other inter-office correspondence.

However, when I opened it, there was a card inside, which read:

	"Congratulations. You have been invited to become a member of a very 	exclusive club.
	If you wish to discover what the club has to offer, please come to the 	following address 6 PM Saturday night..."

and here it gave an address in a part of the city I wasn't familiar with.

	"Please do *not* bring your spouse. Dress casually."

and in small print it asked me not to show this to anyone else, and to report to the company physician sometime during the day.

I looked around and saw one other guy with a card like mine. He had as puzzled a look on his face as I probably did. I also noticed none of the ladies had received one. From that and the statement about no spouses, I figured it must be some kind of men's club. However, the bit about seeing the company doctor confused me, so I couldn't really figure out what it might be all about.

Anyhow, I caught the eye of the other fellow with a card, and he pointed to his with a questioning look on his face. I responded with a shrug that indicated I was as much in the dark as he was.

Later on, I stopped in at the company doctor (who was expecting me), and he tested me for a few things, most unusual being one for STD's. As I was leaving, he handed me a bottle and said, "Take two of these a day. They're herbal supplements. And drink plenty of water."

I left the doctor's office, staring at the little plastic bottle, and almost bumped into the guy I'd seen across the room with a card like mine. He smiled at me apologetically, and once more gave me a look that asked what this was all about. Again, my only response was a sheepish shrug of incomprehension.

At lunch, I opened the bottle and looked inside. Just little capsules with brownish powder in them. I couldn't imagine what they could be for, but following doctor's orders, I shook one out and swallowed it down.

I ran into the other guy who'd received a card a couple of other times during the day, but he refused to say anything to me about our mutual situation. I guess he figured since we weren't supposed to show the cards to anybody else, we weren't supposed to actually talk about it, either.

When I got home, my wife, Laura, met me at the door, just like some old 50's sitcom. We stood in the doorway and kissed, maybe a little more passionately than in those old TV shows. After a little bit, we broke and asked each other how our days were and that kind of thing, before retiring to the dining room, where Laura had already fixed supper.

While we were eating, I remembered the capsules, took out the bottle and downed one. Laura saw me do this and asked, "What's that?"

"Oh, just something the company doctor gave me. He said I should take two of them a day and drink lots of water. I don't know what they're for, but he's the doctor."

"Why did you see the doctor today? Not feeling well?"

I didn't think anything about telling my wife about the card and the subsequent visit to the doctor's. When she heard what I had to say, she got this strange look on her face, then an enigmatic smile twitched the corners of her mouth, and she replied, "I see." Nothing more was said about it. By her or me.

After a rather uneventful evening, we both retired. While we lay in bed, Laura started to get frisky. She rubbed up against me, pressing her 34Cs into my side, and fondling the hairs on my chest, slowly working her way down to my crotch.

When she touched my cock and balls, it felt wonderful. Then again, it always feels good to have her play with me. I reached over and started to pinch and twist her nipples the way she likes it, but she pushed me away, saying she wanted to do something for me.

With that, Laura sat up then plunged her mouth over the head of my throbbing cock. I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was just one of those things. After seven years of marriage, I'd come to know some of the body language my wife uses, therefore I knew what was coming, but it's always an intensely pleasant shock when her lips close over my dick.

Laura caressed my hanging balls while she worked her magic on my shaft, eventually sliding one finger down and slipping it into my asshole. 

Now, I'm not gay or anything, not even bi as far as I know, but I do like the sensation of having my ass played with. Once a couple of years ago, I even asked Laura to lick my asshole. She hesitated a bit, until I assured her I would clean up as well as I could. When I came back from washing, pulled my legs back as far as they would go and Laura licked my butt, it was one of the weirdest, most fantastic sensations I'd ever experienced. 

So, anyway, my wife knew I liked having my butt played with, and her finger wiggled around a little in my tight little hole, while her mouth and tongue did some major work on my cock. The combination was getting me close, but I was trying to hold back, since I wanted to cum in her pussy. 

I caressed Laura's long, reddish hair and said, "Hold on, baby, I want inside you. I want to fill up your pussy with my cum."

Laura pulled off my cock long enough to say, "Okay. You can fuck me, but don't cum, yet. I want you to save your wad for a few days. If you can hold off cumming till Saturday, I'll suck you and fuck you and give you whatever you want, every night this week."

It was then that I reminded her that I was going to the club meeting, whatever it was. 

She said, "That's okay, there's a lot of evening to go on Saturday. Trust me, it'll be worth it." She started to climb onto my pole as she continued, "Besides, I'm going with the girls Saturday afternoon, and probably won't be home till after dark, anyway."

Laura had met a few of the wives of my co-workers and some of my female co-workers at an informal get-together my immediate boss had for me shortly after I started. She hit it off right away with some of them, and they had formed a pretty good friendship, getting together quite frequently. Initially, Laura had had some misgivings about moving here, away from everything and everybody we knew, but meeting people she liked and could commiserate with helped ease the transition.

Slowly, my wife lowered her pussy onto my hot erection. I moaned in ecstasy as the hot, fluid grip of her cunt grabbed onto my cock and threatened never to let go. It was a matter of the greatest concentration to not orgasm on the spot. Laura rocked slowly back and forth on me, sliding her pussy the full length of my dick, causing the most fabulous sensations throughout my entire body.

Even though her pace was slow, I was so worked up already that I was almost ready to cum at the slightest provocation, and my wife's pussy is always provocation enough. When I started to get *really, really* close, Laura stopped moving entirely, and let the sensation subside, although with her still sitting on me, the sensation never went away completely.

When she decided that I was calmed down enough, Laura started moving again. It didn't take very long this time for me to get worked up nearly to the point of no return, but my smart little wife again knew just what to do.

We sat and waited for a long time this time. Finally, Laura slid up and back on my cock again, and this time it only took four strokes before I got too close. 

This time, though, instead of staying impaled on my member, Laura lifted up and completely off me. I moaned out my protest, but she reminded me, "Remember, if you can hold off until Saturday, I can assure you that it'll be *well* worth your while."

I whined, "By Saturday, I'll have blue balls so bad I won't be able to stand up!"

She replied, "Please, Tom, try to hold off. It won't be easy..." and with a smirk on her face she continued, "and I intend to make it harder and harder..." then, more earnestly, she finished, "but I *know* you won't regret it. Please?"

I sighed. "Alright. I'll put in a herculean effort. This may very well be the hardest thing you've asked me to do. But since you ask so nicely, I'll try."

Laura grinned ear-to-ear. "Oh, thank you! I can hardly wait till Saturday!"

I wanted to ask her what she had in mind for Saturday, but she turned out the light and said, "Now go to sleep. You've still got three more work days before Saturday is anywhere near."

Sleep. Right. If I'd tried, I could probably have driven nails with my cock, it was still so hard. How the hell was I supposed to sleep? Nevertheless, Laura was right, so I settled in and tried my best to get some rest.

Well, I must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I remember is my damn alarm clock going off.  

I got up, went into the bathroom, and got ready for work. My wife works kind of a weird schedule where she starts two hours before I do. Now, this means she gets *off* work two hours before I do, but I like to sleep in in the morning, and sometimes it's kind of nice to have the house to myself.

So, off to work I go. The commute wasn't bad, so I got to work feeling pretty good. However, the first face I saw was the other guy with the invitation card. Instead of avoiding me, he actually stopped me at the door and asked me, "Did you receive an invitation to a get-together for some kind of club?"

I thought about playing dumb and fucking with his mind, but I could tell this whole thing was eating at him a little worse that it was me. "Yeah. Any idea what it's about?"

I saw a part of him relax when he found out he wasn't the only one to receive a mysterious invitation to a club that we weren't supposed to let anyone else know about. "Not a fucking clue. Did you take the pills like the doctor told you?"

"Sure. They look like some of the herbal supplements I take sometimes. I don't think they'll harm us."

He looked kind of anxious when he asked, "Do you know what they're supposed to do?"

I laughed a little. "No, but I really doubt the company is going to give you anything that would really fuck you up. Did you take yours?"

He played with a button on his shirt like some little kid who'd been chastised. "Yeah, I guess I just took them because a doctor told me to."

I was starting to feel pretty confident in front of this guy's obvious anxiety, "Then just keep taking them and we can find out what this is all about on Saturday, okay? You *are* planning on showing up, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm so curious about this now, nothing short of my own death could keep me from finding out what this club is." He leaned in to me and whispered conspiratorially, "Especially after telling my wife I was going out to this thing on Saturday, and having her turn into some sort of sexual wild woman. She wouldn't let me cum, though. I don't get that. I'm so frustrated right now that I'd fuck almost anything with willing pussy."

Well, *he'd* sure gotten over the little kid shyness thing. I glanced at my watch and noticed we had only a few minutes to get to our desks, so I asked him, "What's your name? I've seen you almost every day for the past couple months, and I still don't know what to call you."

My new friend held out his hand and said, "Todd May. And you are..."

I took his hand and replied, "Tom Revere. Pleased to meet you. We'd better haul ass."

The next three days passed with little event. Well, not exactly *little* event. Each night when I got home, Laura would be there for me at the door, and each day, she'd be dressed more and more provocatively (thank god we haven't decided about kids yet).  

Friday night, Laura said that there was going to be a special appetizer for the evening meal. She had me stand out in the hall until I heard her call my name. Going into the dining room, I was stunned, but aroused to find that at my place at the table, my chair was in its normal place, but on the table in front of it was my wife, on her back with her legs high in the air.

"Come and get it, honey!" She called out cheerfully.

Well, I'm no dummy. I'd been fucked and sucked royally for the last three nights, and not allowed to cum. I was horny as all hell and dashed right over to my place at the table and buried my face in Laura's nicely trimmed, red-haired snatch. I licked her to three orgasms before she rolled off the table, saying that she had to save some for tomorrow night. 

We ate (food, that is), then puttered around the house until it was time for bed. I climbed into bed, and immediately started to get hard in anticipation of the workout I expected to get. Laura didn't disappoint me, and without preamble, she stepped into the room and immediately plunged her mouth over my cock.

Now, I'd been taking those capsules ever since I'd received the bottle, and I was getting toward the end of the supply. I was starting to believe that they were some sort of aphrodisiac, because I'd been hornier in the past few days than I could remember. Then again, I'd been getting fabulous sex each night and not allowed to climax. That could also account for my extreme horniness. However, my greatest fear - terminal blue-balls - never developed, thank god. Maybe that was another effect of the pills.

The past few nights had been shorter and shorter in duration, because the more times we had sex with me not being able to cum, the quicker it took for me to get close. I didn't mind, though, I was getting head and some pussy every night of the week, yahoo! I definitely didn't want *this* to end! Laura certainly didn't mind. She nearly jumped on me every chance she got, the past few days. She was getting hornier by the second the longer all this went on, too.

Saturday finally came. Even though I hadn't for four days. 

I looked at the city map I'd bought when we first moved in to get an idea where I was going for the club meeting. Fortunately, with a six o'clock start time, it would still be light out, and would make finding the place *so* much easier.

About 3, a horn honked outside, and Laura peeked through the curtains and said, "There's my ride. I'll see you tonight." She gave me a peck on the cheek and that enigmatic smile from a few days ago and dashed toward the door.

I watched the car pull away from the curb, then went upstairs and lay on the bed. Feeling like I needed a nap, I set my alarm for an hour, then dozed for a little bit.

When the alarm went off, I sat up straight in bed, my system thinking it was time to go to work. As I quickly woke up, I remembered what day it was and why I'd set the alarm.  Shutting the alarm off, I went to the bathroom and took off my clothes, in preparation for a quick shower.

Before I stepped into the tub, I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I've never been vain before, but for a minute, I stopped and looked at myself. 

I'm not a bad-looking guy, if I do say so myself. A little grey at the temples, but it's genetic. My chest isn't especially powerful, but it's what I've got. My belly needs a little toning from years at a desk, but I've seen worse. My Wife's Best Friend - while resting - is about two and a half inches long and - when ready for work - somewhere around six, six and a half inches long and about five and a half around. My balls, at that point, were hanging pretty loose, and I reached down and gently caressed their sides (where they're most sensitive) and luxuriated in the sensation that coursed through me. All-in-all, not a bad total package. It's what I have, what I am, and I'm pretty satisfied.

Anyhow, I got my shower, then found some clothes for the club meeting. The card said "casual" so I didn't find anything real showy, just comfortable. Once I was dressed, I still had at least an hour before the thing started, but I figured it might take a little time  to find the place, so I left a little over an hour early, so I could be sure and find the place I was going in plenty of  time.

The drive was rather pleasant as I moved from the places I knew into a higher-end, older section of town. The first thing I noticed was that the houses seemed to creep farther back away from the street the more I drove. Also, there seemed to be a lot more big shade trees in the yards these houses were situated in. 

With a half-hour to spare, I found the address I was looking for. It was a big, rambling old thing, three stories tall, with a yard you could play football in. I learned that I wasn't the first one there, as there were several vehicles already parked in various places in the drive and on the lawn.

Pulling up to the door, a young kid in a suit skittered over to me and said, "Your name, sir?"

I gave him my name, he pulled a list out of his pocket, checked it, then came around to the driver's door, opened it, and told me, "Go right in, Mr. Revere."

I wasn't going to question. I already figured there would probably be someone to park my car for me, and here he was.

The front door was a big, polished hardwood thing, and I almost expected "abandon hope ye who enter" over the doorway. Stepping inside, I thought I'd walked into a hardwood version of the Beverly Hillbillies front entry.

I was marveling at the workmanship, when I heard a voice behind me. "Sir, if you will come this way." I spun around then stopped short. There was an older woman, silver hair, but great body. Her tits, while small, were still perfectly shaped, there appeared to be no slackness of the skin, her pubic bush was trimmed short, but was a salt-and-pepper color, in contrast to the color of the hair on her head. She was barefoot. How do I know this? She was completely nude!

She repeated while I got my mouth closed, "Please come this way, sir."

Dumbfounded, I followed her into a side room, where I discovered several other naked women of various shapes and sizes, and before them were men of varying stages of undress. As each man would take off a piece of clothing, the ladies would neatly fold it and place it on a tidy pile. When he was as naked as she, the woman handed the man a folded towel, who turned around and opened it, removed a small cloth mask and the woman helped him to put it on. Once the mask was in place, the man picked up his towel and went through another door farther on.

The woman who had greeted me at the door said, "Please remove your clothes, sir." I hesitated, and she continued, "It's alright. It's just part of the process."

Rather reluctantly, I started to take my clothes off. Each time I removed something, she reached out and took it from me, to fold it and place it on a pile. "You'll get them all back at the end of the night. Don't worry." As I undressed, I glanced around the room a little. I recognized two of the ladies as women in my office. I wondered if I would ever look at them the same again. When I thought I was done, the woman said, "The watch, too. Time means nothing here." I gave up my watch, feeling more naked than ever, but then was presented with my towel. 

After watching the other men in the room, I turned around and placed the folded towel on the little table behind me, then opened it up. Inside, there was the little cloth mask, sort of like a Lone Ranger style mask, it only covered the area around the eyes. Something I hadn't noticed on the other men's masks, since I hadn't been close enough, was the fact that there was a number embroidered on the front side of the mask. I wondered what this was for, but the same number was embroidered on the towel. My number was 124.  Standing up straight, I placed the mask over my eyes and let my assistant tie it onto my head. When this was all done, she said, "Now, sir, if you would just step into the room over there..." she indicated a doorway, a different one than the one I'd seen all the other men go through.