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The Invitation

By: KJ



---Please read the authors note before reading this story---

 When I read the story "The Private Party" I found it a very interesting and erotic story. I had been thinking about writing an erotic story for my wife. She, to my knowledge, has never read one. I wanted to 'broaden' her horizons, so to speak. When I read "The Private Party" I knew I had found a story I could get her to read. However, I was looking for specific things within my story. So taking Snake's story, I "rewrote" it fit my needs. Changing parts of it, and deleting parts of it. It is in reality, a new story. HOWEVER, it is based completely upon Snake's story. Any reader that has read "The Private Party" will see the similarities immediately. They will also see the differences. So here is my version. I have adapted it to fit my needs. That is, to get my wife to read an erotic story. I was excited at the prospect of her reading it, and I was excited about it as I wrote it. I was also excited about her response to it when she did read it so in that sense, it worked!! I have discussed what I did with Snake, and he has read the story, and given his OK to post my version. I hope you like my version. If you have not read Snakes' story, "The Private Party" I highly suggest you do so. It is the basis and inspiration of my version entitled "The invitation". Then you can see what erotic literature is really about, in my opinion. While were telling a story, there is a reason behind it, to stimulate people. In this case, by adapting his story, NOT attempting to make it better, but adapting it to my needs, the stimulation of someone was achieved. That person was, my wife. Many of the items in "The Invitation" she was able to recognize as her own personality traits. That only served to heighten the 'adventure' of reading the story. It became a personal thing, like reading about something she had already done, and remembering it that way. It turned out to be a lot of fun…

Snake, nice story, and thanks for letting me post this version.

Kevin, "KJ"

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It was an interesting piece of paper. It simply read: 

"You are invited to a private party. Both of you must attend. Costumes are not required, however, shapely, even sexy attire is desired, and you will be issued a mask at the door. Please call the number listed here to RSVP and receive your password."

They talked it over, and decided to call and see what it was about. The voice on the other end of the phone was not one that they recognized, nor did it offer much information. He just stated the party's date, got a commitment from them and then gave them the password. 

For the week leading up to the party, they often discussed it. Both seemed nervous and yet anxious to discover what it was all about. When the night came, they dressed and went to the party. He had suggested she wear something sexy and exciting. Shapely like the invitation stated. She had resisted until he reminded her that she would be in a mask, and that he wasn't talking about being naked, just dressed sexy. So she agreed with him, and put on her only short skirt. It was a great looking black one. The shirt she chose looked like something from an Indian reservation. It was covered with silver tassels like hanging squares. She had long before decided not to wear a bra. She didn't tell him that decision, figuring it would excite him when he discovered it. She was a very attractive woman. At 40, she looked eight to ten years younger. She still had a fine shape, even after a few kids. She had short hair that was wavy and in her husbands words, "kinda wild". He still considered her rather naive. Something he absolutely loved about her, but told no one. In all her years, she maintained that he was the only one she had ever had sexual intercourse with. That too pleased him. 

As they got older, he often wondered what it would be like to watch her with someone else. But any conversations along those lines were always just passing playful things. Her favorite line was something along the path of, "whatever you think is the right thing to do". That had a tendency to end most conversations about sex. She was not a prude by any means, and she would on occasion, with some coaxing, share a sexual fantasy or secret with him. But she was a very private person about their sex life. 

The party's location turned out to be about 60 miles from their home. It was a rather large mansion type home. Neither of them had ever seen it before. They walked up and rang the bell. They were greeted by a pair of eyes almost hiding behind an opening in the door. The eyes could see them, but they could not see the face behind the door. The eyes asked for the password. Upon giving it, the door swung open and they stepped into a large foyer with a man sharply dressed as a butler ushering them in. He asked for their invitation. Read it, and informed them that he would lead them into the mask room. He also informed them that they would from this moment on, be identified only by a letter. One of their initials, she chose P he took A. In the mask room, they selected a mask. He had wondered how this might work. He knew his wife was not a big fan of masks. 

She chose a mask that covered her eyes, and wore like a pair of glasses. It was open from her nose down. It had feathers along the top ridge, and was very flexible. She stated that she found it comfortable. 

He did not get to select, instead wearing the one they handed to him. It was gold in color. It looked like something out of Phantom of the Opera, she even commented on it in that manner. It covered his eyes and nose, but left his mouth and lower face exposed. They were ushered into another room that was occupied by two other couples, each in masks. A maid was serving drinks. She selected Gin, he water, wondering if she needed the drink to settle her nervousness. After a few minutes another couple entered the room. Counting themselves, there were now four couples in the room. Not one of the couples was really recognizable, and the men were all wearing the same mask. They both were becoming very curious about this evening. 

Two of the couples were socializing, but P and A were off to the side watching and whispering about what was going on. She had looked over the group. They all seemed to be about her age. One couple was black. One man was wearing a pair of pants and a shirt that showed off an obviously muscular and very chiseled body. He had chosen his clothes well she was thinking. Another man was also obviously well built. Additionally he had the blackest hair she had ever seen on a man. It was long and flowing. It reached past his shoulders. He also had a black neatly trimmed goatee. He was well tanned, or just dark skinned, and he was wearing a red short sleeve shirt. She could see a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. It looked like some kind of a wild animal. All of the men seemed to be in good shape. She smiled, knowing her husband would fit into this category. The man with the tattoo looked her way, and seeing her looking at him, smiled slightly and nodded his head. His smile made her blush, it was almost as if he knew that she was looking him over. She blushed in spite of herself and turned away, embarrassed about being caught looking at him. He was a dangerous man, the kind she only secretly liked, and never the kind she would ever want to be with. 

She also looked over the women. They were interesting to her, she found that a bit scary. They were all dressed well. They had obviously decided to dress in a sexy manner also. They were all in good shape. One of them seemed to be in excellent shape. She wore a top that didn't cover her mid area, and the faintest outline of ab muscles was visible. As she watched her, she walked over and stood next to the tattoo man. They kissed lightly, and stood together talking. 

After three drinks, and an unknown amount of socializing time, a chime sounded and the butler guy from the door reappeared. He greeted the guests and asked them to follow him to the entertainment room. As they walked, they decided that it appeared like no one else knew anything about this night either. 

They were ushered into a room with four large sofas placed around a type of raised circle stage. Each sofa had two letters on the back, corresponding to each of the couples "names" for that evening. They took their place on the one marked "P" and "A". The women sat to the right of the men. There was a space between each sofa of about five or six feet. The butler walked up on the platform, and placed a single chair in the middle. He then proceeded to address the group... 

"Welcome. By now I hope you've have had a chance to relax. Our host as asked me to give you his greetings. Additionally I will explain what you are here for tonight. You are here to witness a performance. A show. You are completely free to relax and enjoy this performance. However there are some rules. Number one. As the night wears on, you will hear a chime. When the chime sounds, the ladies in the group must get up, and move to the seat to their left for the next part of the performance. If at any point in the performance, you do not change seats when the chime sounds, you must leave the residence. 

You may at any point in this evening's performance, leave of your own free will. However, once one of you leaves, you partner must also leave, and you will not be allowed back into the residence. Absolutely no pain or harm is to come or will come to anyone tonight. You may remove your mask at any time if you so desire, however, once removed, you may not put it back on. And now, enjoy this evenings performance entitled, 'The Honeymoon'." 

They looked at each other, silently wondering what was going to happen next. The lights were lowered to a dim brightness that highlighted the brightness of the stage. P looked around and after a few seconds she was able to make out the other couples seated around the stage. It was then that the show began. A young couple walked onto the stage. They were a very attractive couple. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks, no shirt, and had an excellently formed mid-riff. She was wearing a wedding gown. She too was quite attractive. A looked at his wife. She was watching, but he knew her well enough to tell she wasn't sure what to think. The 'groom' sat in the chair gently rubbing his cock through his pants. The 'bride' pulled her dress over her head, exposing a very curvy body, wearing only pure white panties. The groom reached for her and she stepped to him. He began to suck on her tits. Talking one then the other into his mouth. Meanwhile the bride had pulled out his cock, it was maybe 8" and hard as a rock, and started stroking it. P leaned toward her husband and asked him what he thought. "I think I want to kiss you" he replied, "what about you"? "Creepy" she responded, but when he leaned in to kiss her, she responded. He knew she was warming up to this unusual scene. She liked to kiss, but she only got wild in her kissing when she was wound up sexually or very excited. A began to touch P's face, holding her close to him as he kissed her. Reaching up with his other hand he began to play with her tits. She loved having her tits played with and sucked on. On stage the newlyweds were still in the beginning stages of passion. P and A were just getting into their own passion. A pulled his wife's top up exposing her wonderful breasts. He was indeed shocked to find her without a bra, and stated as much. He then began to suck on them just as she liked it. She had reached down to his pants and was rubbing his hard cock through the fabric. She was getting hot, despite her reservations, having mostly forgot about the others in the room. 

A looked around in disbelief, not only about what was happening, but also of his sweet little naive wife's response to it. He could see the other couples in some degree of kissing or passion also. As he reached down to slide his hand up her skirt she spread her legs offering him a better entrance. As he slid is hands up her legs she began to kiss his neck and ears wildly. A knew his wonderful shy wife was quite aroused. He glanced up at her and saw her staring at the stage. Looking he saw the groom was kissing the brides navel, heading down to her pretty panties, and what lied beyond. Just as P began to push her husbands head down, the chimes sounded…

Startled, both of them froze. Looking at each other they weren't sure what to do. He lightly asked if she wanted to leave. At first he thought she didn't hear him, and as he started to ask again, she shook her head in a tentative no. She stated I guess we should do as we were instructed. Hesitantly he responded OK, and watched his lovely bride get up and slowly walk towards the next seat, and the man in it. 

As she slowly reached her new destination she heard the man in the seat say hello and introduce himself as R. She almost gave her name, but at the last second replied that she was P, and she sat down as far away from him as the couch would allow. Leaning toward her, R whispered that she was very attractive, and he had thought so since he first saw her earlier in the evening. She now looked at him more closely. She remembered now. He was the muscular hunk she had fist laid eyes on herself. She remembered the tingly sensation she had gotten when she first saw him, and now it came back. She didn't remember him at first because she was trying not to look at him. But now looking at his bare chest she noticed he did indeed have those broad shoulders that she liked so well, and a very muscular upper body. Flushing at the thought, she shied away from him even more. 

He moved a bit closer and whispered something about the honeymooners. Suddenly remembering them, she looked up on the stage and let out a small gasp. The bride was lying on the floor, her back arched as the groom was sucking her pussy. He was also running his fingers in and out of her. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself. P could sense this stranger coming closer, and although part of her wanted it, part of her was very much afraid of it. When he moved to where she could feel the heat of his breath he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, telling her how good that must feel for the bride. P let a small moan escape from her lips as she was thinking the exact same thing. Staring intently onto the stage to keep from acknowledging the stranger in the mask next to her she jumped and startled when she felt his hands on her stomach. Still she did not look his way. Nor he noticed, did she stop him or attempt to in any way. 

For his part, He had liked her looks the minute he saw her. He knew she had looked him over, and was pleased he had worn the clothes he had chosen. They highlighted his massive chest quite nicely. And of course, now that he was shirtless, those muscles were wonderfully exposed. He had also sensed that when she first sat down she was hesitant. He even wondered how long she had been married and how long it had been since she was with another man, if at all. He also knew he would have to go slowly with her, but more than anything, he wanted to taste her, to feel her wetness on his mouth. 

As for P, she was almost ready to jump up and run away. She looked at him again, really seeing him now, and seeing his mask, she remembered that she too was wearing a mask and found that helped her relax a bit. Reaching up to feel her mask, to confirm it was still there, she heard him laugh ever so slightly. Feeling bolder now, she asked what he was laughing at. "Its still there" he replied. She laughed with him. With the tension broken, he reached for her hand and gently placed it on his chest. 

She felt her heart skip a beat and knew she was holding her breath, but couldn't help it. She began to squeeze his chest muscle, and as she did so felt his hand run under her shirt toward her breasts. She fought down the panic and willed herself to relax. He was after all, she told herself, a faceless stranger behind a mask. A hot one yes, but thankfully, a stranger. He placed both of his hands around her upper body, and sitting up, easily lifted her to a sitting position also. As she looked into his eyes behind the mask, fighting her fear and a racing heart, she felt her arms give in to him and lift over her head as he removed her top. 

She instinctively covered her breasts. He gently pulled her hands away, and placed them on his chest. She didn't offer any resistance. He admired her chest and told her so. She responded in the same, telling him she admired his. He leaned forward and kissed her breasts, one then the other. She closed her eyes and sighed, feeling her passion rise within her. In her mind she could hear noises from the stage, and some part of her wondered if the girl had cum. She felt like she could at any moment. The unknown muscular hunk lifted his head and kissed her mouth, She opened and responded to his advances. She could feel herself slipping deeper into her desires. As he gently ran his hand across her body she offered no resistance, and in fact, his every touch felt like a lightning bolt to her body. 

He knew she was open to his advances now, but he also knew he must go slowly. Instinctively he could feel her hesitation just below the surface of her heat. Her body was wonderfully flushed and actually seemed to jump at is touch. He liked that. He slowly slid his hands down her chest and to her navel. Feeling her curves along the way. He so desperately wanted to taste her. Patience he told himself, but he also knew that the chime could ring again at any moment and he didn't want to loose this sweet hesitant woman. As he reached the top of her skirt he paused to get a feel for her thoughts. She was breathing in a rapid manner and her skin was warm. He paused for a moment, enjoying her good looks when she spread her legs ever so slightly, and moved her hand on top of his and guided it down between her legs. 

A chill racked her body as his hand reached her belly. She wanted him to touch her. To feel his hands on her down there. When he stopped, she almost panicked again. When he hesitated, she slowly spread her legs and moved his hands herself. Her brain screamed at her to stop! 'What are you doing' it asked? But she was into this now. She wanted it. Glancing over her shoulder to see her husband, she was startled to see him watching her. Intently gazing at her. As she looked at him, she felt this masked lovers hands slip under her skirt and tug on her panties. 

She lifted and allowed him to pull them free of her, never talking her eyes off her husband. She only lost his gaze when the hunk of a man lifted her up off the couch with such ease it shocked her. He then laid her down and began kissing her topless body. Sucking on her breasts, then her navel, then easing up her skirt as he began to kiss her pubic area. She wrapped a leg around his shoulder and began to try to pull him in when the chimes sounded again. She couldn't believe it. And for a moment she just laid there. Suddenly he kissed her pussy and heat shot up through her body. He then sat up, and pulling her up kissed her lips and said "I hate to see you go…."

She stood and pulled her skirt down, and grabbing her top, walked to the next couch. As she sat down she was kind of shocked to realize this was the 'home' of the black guy. She had never seen a black guy without clothes on before, but his pants were open, and his cock was sticking out through his belt line, hard as a rock. It seemed to be of nice size also. She was still very much wound up. His name was T. It said so on the couch. She sat down, and looked at the stage. The bride was on her hands and knees sucking on the groom's very nice cock. She was making a lot of noise and he was certainly enjoying himself. 

As she sat down T said hello and moved closer to her. He asked her if she was enjoying the show. She answered yes, and now being wound up, but still hesitant gently reached for his exposed cock. T smiled and leaned over toward her and gently kissed her. She could see his baldhead was glistening with a very fine layer of sweat. She fought the urge to lick it. He touched her bare chest and the electricity in her fired up again. She was frustrated at the chimes, and looking back to where she had just came from, she saw R, he was holding her panties and being sucked. He smiled at her, and closed his eyes. She turned back to T and pulled his head toward her, and whispering in his ear she told him to eat her pussy and she proceeded to push his head down between her legs. 


The Invitation



Adjusting to college is one of the toughest things with which I have ever dealt. Upon arriving at the university in the fall of last year, I struggled from the beginning. I had a terrible time making friends, I had to fight off the pangs of homesickness, and I was lonely. My fellow sorority sisters were nice, but they rarely invited me out to party with them, which made me feel somewhat like an outsider. It also did not help that I was a California girl who could never get used to the weather in Eastern Washington. It made a dark situation feel so much more brooding. 

My only saving grace last year was my roommate Debbie, who listened to my bitching and gave me numerous words of encouragement. She could always find something positive to say about any situation. I was very grateful for her friendship. Once we finished with our final exams last spring, she invited me to spend a few days camping with her father Mark. He was an avid hunter and fisherman who loved the outdoors. I was not initially sure whether I wanted to spend a few days out in the wilderness, but she talked me into it. After all, I was not planning on going anywhere, and being stuck on campus was a recipe for loneliness. We were both attending classes that summer as part of an accelerated baccalaureate program, but we had a small break in between terms. Going camping would give us some time to relax. 

"So tell me about your Dad, Debbie. We aren't going to be roughing it or anything, are we?" I asked. 

"No, not really, Lacey," she said. "But I guess it depends on your definition of 'roughing it.' Don't worry, it'll be fine. I haven't seen my Dad in about two years, so I'm looking forward to it. He will like meeting you, too. I've told him all about you." 

"Is it just going to be us?" 

"No, my Dad is bringing his new girlfriend Karen. She is recently divorced. Her son Matt will be there, and he's our age. He just started college last year too. I think Dad might be bringing his friend Greg as well. They work together."

"All right, it looks like we will be doing plenty of introductions then," I sighed. "Meeting too many new people at once stresses me out, by the way." 

"Lacey, don't worry," said Debbie. "I'll be meeting some of them for the first time too. I know Greg, but Karen and Matt are new to me. It will be interesting and fun. Just relax." 

In the subsequent days, Debbie and I mapped out what we needed to bring as far as supplies, and then we coordinated with her Dad with regard to where and when we would meet up. I learned that he was already at the camp, which was situated on a lake in Central Oregon. It was not going to be too long of a drive from Eastern Washington, only a few hours. With much anticipation, we eventually headed out to meet up. 

The drive to Oregon was beautiful, with prairies and deserts transitioning seamlessly into dense forests. Although I hate the rain in the Pacific Northwest, it gives birth to stunning terrain. When we arrived at the camp, any fears onto which I held faded into the morning mist. It was going to be far from "roughing it," as the camp was still fairly close to civilization and actually had a few hundred residents who called it their permanent residence. As a California city girl, this made me feel much better about things. At the camp site, Debbie's father had his trailer set up adjacent to Greg's, so there was going to be plenty of room for everyone. 

Meeting Debbie's Dad, or Mark as he told me to call him, and his social circle went well. They immediately made me feel as though I was a member of their family. Far from being the rugged, Grizzly Adams type that I had envisioned, Mark was clean-shaven and remarkably fit for a man who was forty-eight. His girlfriend Karen was an absolute doll. She sported a wicked sense of humor that was as hilarious as often as it was inappropriate. Although she was a little younger at thirty-eight, she looked as though she was about twenty-eight. Her skin was as white and radiant as the moon. She carried some weight around her midsection, but she looked young and gorgeous, with enough hips, boobs and ass to turn a gay man bi-curious. 

Greg, who was also in his forties, was another story. He was not unattractive by any means, but my first impression of him was that he likely had a serious problem with alcohol, because he was completely lit when we arrived, and it was only 11:00 AM. I did not initially bring it up, but he was "tying one on" big time. Later Debbie and I laughed about it privately, and we both knew that hanging out with him for a few days was going to be a trip. But Greg was extremely kind to me, and I appreciated it. 

The most stunning personality that Debbie and I met that day was Karen's son Matt. He looked delectable; he was completely out of this world gorgeous. At nearly six feet tall, his frame was that of a bodybuilder. We learned that he was a wrestler at his college, and he certainly looked the part. What was even better was his mind: he could talk about poetry and art history, which was enough to put me into a lather when his words would drip off of his lips. Lordy, he was fine, and Debbie recognized this as well, as she was doting on him almost immediately.

That first night was pretty relaxed. Mark and Greg had already gone fishing earlier in the morning, so there was plenty of food. After Matt had cleaned the fish, Karen made dinner for everyone. We sat around the campfire, talked about school, and generally got to know one another better over a few beers. It was a lovely, relaxed evening. It was especially nice to see Debbie reconnect with her father Mark. There was a deep love and a true friendship between them. He seemed almost apologetic for divorcing her mother and not being around as much as he should have been. There was a certain gravity to their interactions, as though they had endured great strife and come out on the other side in a way that transcended verbal expression. You could see it in their eyes, their gestures, and their smiles. It was a language of authenticity. 

After we ate, we went into Greg's twenty-two foot Airstream trailer to play a round of Cards Against Humanity. By that time, we were all pretty buzzed, with the exception of Greg, who was ripped. Yet I could not believe that he could actually still function; for a guy who had been drinking steadily since before we arrived, he could certainly tolerate a lot of booze. As the initial Card Czar, he flipped over the first question: "Why am I sticky?" I looked at my cards, tossed one on the table, and the others added theirs.

After shuffling them, Greg read out the possible answers: "'Why am I sticky'? The first answer is 'Wiping her butt.' Damn, that is gross and, if anything, I would think that makes a person less sticky. The second answer is 'Lactation.' That one makes more sense, although I personally cannot relate to it. The third answer is 'Friends with Benefits.' Okay, now that can explain people getting sticky, but it is a little vague. The fourth answer is 'Queefing.' Well, that might explain the sounds, but maybe not the stickiness. The final answer is 'A broken condom.' That has to be the best answer! So who went with that one? I'll give you an Awesome Point!" 

"That's me," I said sheepishly.

Everyone laughed at all of the answers, but seemed to take particular delight in my choice. 

"So tell me, Lacey, do you have personal experience with that one?" asked Mark. 

"I have to admit that I don't. Although I'm a college freshman, I've only been laid twice, and neither time was memorable," I replied. "Thank God the condoms didn't break. The guy I fucked was a lousy lay. I swear he creamed his rubber in about thirty seconds each time."

"Oh, Lacey, you'll find a guy who is not a minuteman, don't worry. There are plenty out there who will wear you out, if you give them the chance," added Karen. "You will have to beat the guys away with a stick pretty soon. I think that you are lovely." 

"Yeah, no worries, Lacey. You are the right type for a lot of guys," added Matt. 

Just talking about my sex life (or lack thereof) with a bunch of people that I just met was a little odd, but we were buzzed on drink and having fun. We continued to play for another hour, during which our discourse generally became more degenerate. Just through playing the game, I learned that Karen once visited a gloryhole, Matt still had his foreskin, Greg liked to pull out before coming, and Mark knew the term "nipple blades." It was all a little fucked up. I also admit that all of the sex talk was a little arousing. It was hard not to think about sex, think about the people with whom I was playing having sex, or think about what it would be like to have sex with them. 

After we finished playing, we decided how to set up our sleeping arrangements. Both Mark and Greg brought trailers. Greg, Matt, and Debbie decided to stay in one, while Mark, Karen, and I were going to stay in the other. When I set up my bed, I realized that it was only about ten feet from where Mark and Karen were going to sleep. I offered to sleep farther away, but they said it was fine. Before going to sleep, we chatted about every topic under the sun. In less than a day, I felt a connection to them. Although I was eighteen, Mark was in his late forties, and Karen was in her late thirties, we felt like equals. They treated me like an adult. On some level, that felt validating and comforting. 

After sleeping for about an hour, I was awoken by the sound of soft moans coming from the area where Karen and Mark were sleeping. Although they were doing their best to be quiet, it was clear that they were fucking. They were about ten feet away, and the aroma of their sex gradually filled the small cabin. Mark was spooning Karen, while fondling her tits. Karen, with her legs spread slightly apart, jilled her clitoris frantically while receiving his cock. She had two orgasms before Mark let out a husky moan and delivered forth. As I lay there watching in the darkness, pretending to be asleep, I could not help but envy the scene in front of me. I was privy to a play of lovers dancing to nature's tune, and relishing every bit of it. After they finished, Karen got up to use the restroom. As she walked nearer to me, she ran two fingers between her legs, and then raised her hand. In the moonlight that shone through the window, her fingers, coated with Mark's juices, looked as though they had been sculpted from liquid white marble. 

* * *

The next morning I awoke to the sound of Mark making coffee in the small kitchen. He was only wearing underwear, and his bulge was prominent. I never got a good look at his cock the night before, because he had fucked Karen in the dark, but I found myself somewhat fixated on how his penis was coiled inside his undies. He looked lovely. Mark soon noticed that I was awake and came over to chat. 

"Hey, Lacey, can I get you some coffee this morning?" 

"Sure," I replied. "Do you have any cream for it?" 

"Yeah," he said, before going over to mix my drink. 

I typically sleep in the nude, but I decided to sleep in a t-shirt and panties. When Mark came over to hand me my coffee, I sat up on the bed, and I could tell that he was looking directly at my crotch. It did not occur to me until I looked down, but the contours of my labia were slightly visible through the fabric of my panties. He was getting an eyeful of my lady bits. 

"Those panties are kinda cute," he said. "Before you get dressed, I have to call Karen over to take a look. I would love for her to get a couple of pairs of those. Where did you get them?" 

"Victoria's Secret," I said somewhat awkwardly. "I shop there often." 

Mark called Karen over to take a look. She had just finished taking a shower and was brushing her teeth. When she came over she was totally nude, with the exception of a towel that was wrapped around her hair. 

"Karen, aren't her panties cute?" said Mark. 

"Those are darling, Lacey," said Karen. "Are those silk?" 

"Yes," I replied. "You can get them directly from the store or from their catalog." 

I felt a little uncomfortable talking about my panties and being ogled by both Karen and Mark, so I stood up and slipped on a pair of sweat pants, in the hope of changing the subject. It seemed to work. We spent the next hour chatting about what we wanted to do that day, while Karen was kind enough to make us some bacon and eggs on the small kitchenette. 

Karen never did put any clothes on while she made us breakfast. I began to wonder whether she was a nudist or something. She struck me as a little unusual. A couple of times when Mark went to refill our coffee cups, he would brush his hand over her ass while she cooked, to which she would part her legs ever so slightly and invitingly. The chemistry between them was rather adorable, actually. I so wanted to have a cute guy like Mark in my life too, albeit someone who was closer to my age. Karen was a lucky girl. 

After we finished eating, Karen finally got dressed, and we went out to meet up with the folks in the other trailer. Debbie still looked pretty tired, as did Matt. Greg, our resident alcoholic, was sipping on a Bloody Mary in a pint-sized glass. 

"Did you peeps have any breakfast?" I asked. 

Greg smiled, and took a bite of the celery stick that was in his drink. "Let's see, in my glass I have celery, olives, carrots, lemon, and vodka. That sounds like a breakfast of champions, don't you think?" 

We all laughed. Karen offered to make them some eggs, but they stated that they would be fine until lunch. Greg wanted to go into town to buy a few fishing supplies, and I offered to accompany him. Although we had only known each other for a day, I thought that taking a short road trip with him would deepen our relationship. And damn, I could be his designated driver, because he needed one. 

Greg and I departed after he had finished his "breakfast" of three pints of Blood Marys. While I drove, we made small-talk, and he was a pleasure to be around. I learned that he was a longshoreman, divorced, and had three kids from two broken marriages. There was something tragic about him. He seemed to talk about his ex-wives and lovers through an emotional distance, as though what he had gone through was so painful that he had to protect himself from it. I started to think that maybe that was why he drank so much: he was self-medicating. 

After we picked up some fishing bait, he wanted to stop off at the liquor store to buy some Jack Daniels, Bloody Mary mix, and a couple of cases of beer. I was fine with that, because I also needed a couple of packs of cigarettes. I had started smoking when I arrived at college, to deal with the stress of being away from home. As I got to the checkout counter, Greg was directly behind me. Out of the blue, what he said was, well, bizarre. 

"You know, I cannot believe that no one at your college has tapped that ass of yours, Lacey," he said. "Damn, you are fucking fine." 

Shocked, I turned around to look at him. On one level, he was right. I do have a nice ass. On another level, his comment was so contextually inappropriate that I didn't know how to respond, except with a question. Really, saying that in the checkout line at a liquor store?

"Are you okay, Greg?" I asked. "Really, are you okay? That is fucked up, man." 

He shook his head quickly once, as though he was snapping himself out of his fixation on my ass. "I'm sorry," he said. "Forget that I said that."

I turned back around to buy my cigarettes from the guy working the counter, who had a look of concern. Even he recognized that my exchange with Greg was somewhat awkward and disturbing. We paid for our stuff and returned to the truck.

The ride back to camp was just as bizarre. As I was driving, Greg started getting a little intrusive. 

"So, Lacey, you told us last night that you've only been fucked twice, and by the same guy, right?" 

I did not respond to his question, because it was a conversation that I was going to try to avoid. But he carried on. 

"You said the guy nutted in thirty seconds," he slurred. "In my opinion, you need to take that as a compliment. You must be sexual dynamite for him to pop that quickly. Really, your pussy must be built to coax out seeds upon contact. You have a gift between your legs. Recognize that."

"Greg, you are fucked up drunk," I said. "Let's just get back to camp. You are crazy." 

He then unbuttoned his jeans, whipped out his dick, and said, "Lacey, take a look at this. This dick has fucked wives, sluts, and bitches for the majority of my forty-two years-and some of those terms apply equally to the same individuals. Never, and I mean never, has this dick visited good, tight, college pussy. Never."

"Is that an invitation?" I said sarcastically. 

"Interpret it as you wish," he said. "I'm not even sure what I mean by that." 

As I tried to drive, I glanced back at him, and he was sitting dazed in the passenger's seat with his cock in his hand. Even completely flaccid, he looked fascinating. I could not tell how big he would be when erect, but he was definitely thick. We did not talk after that, as he was starting to doze off. I think being pickled on booze was catching up to him. For as inappropriate as he was, there was something unusually attractive about him, and it wasn't just the dick in his hand. There was a longing in his heart that expressed itself through lust that was well intended. However, although he made a pass at me, he needed more than sex to be whole. He needed some love, care, and therapy. At his core I still liked him, despite his weirdness. 

Once we arrived back at camp, Greg acted like everything was normal. I acted that way too, although I did tell Debbie about Greg whipping out his dick in front of me. She thought that it was actually funny. Debbie had known Greg for years, so his odd behavior did not surprise her. After eating lunch, I simply decided to hang out and read a book for a couple of hours. Debbie, Matt, and Karen were going fishing, and Mark was going to meet with them later. Mark asked me if I would come with him, when we were ready, and I agreed. 

Debbie, Matt, and Karen were fishing at a place that was somewhat secluded. It was about a half mile hike from where our trailers were, so Mark and I had to walk a bit to catch up with them. I'm in decent, but not great, shape, so it was a bit taxing for me. The path on which we walked was lined fairly densely with trees, so I was happy to have Mark as a guide, as I think I probably would have gotten lost without him. Eventually, we arrived at the spot where they were fishing, as we spotted their coolers and fishing rods by the river. However, Debbie, Matt, and Karen were nowhere to be seen. 

"Where do you think they went?" I asked Mark. 

"I don't know," he said. "I think there is a picnic shelter around the bend, about fifty yards away. Maybe they went up there." 

We started walking in that direction, and the shelter came into our view. There were two picnic tables adjacent to each other, and the trio for which we were looking was there, but they most definitely were not preparing fish. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks, causing me to grab Mark's arm and give it a tight squeeze. 

"Oh, my," I said, inexplicably. "What the hell?"

"Wow, now this is interesting," said Mark softly, as he squinted to take in the scene before us. 

On one table was Karen, who was sitting upright smoking a cigarette, with her jeans unbuttoned. On the other table was her son Matt along with Debbie, both of whom were naked from the waist down, giving each other head in a sixty-nine position. Debbie was on top, bobbing her mouth up and down Matt's cock ravenously. In addition to sucking him, she worked her hand skillfully on the underside of his penis, rubbing it tenderly in a twisting motion. Underneath her Matt had both of his hands on her sizable hips and ass, and was running his tongue across her clit and in and out of her untrimmed, hairy mound. As he licked her pussy, she rhythmically rocked her hips across him in approval. Both Mark and I just stood there from a distance and watched. Quite frankly, I was speechless.




The Invitation



Eventually, Mark broke the silence. "So what do you think, Lacey?" 

"I don't know," I stammered. "I'm more interested in what you think about your girlfriend watching her son eat out your daughter. Don't you think this scene is a little inappropriate?"

Mark paused for a few seconds, before replying. His eyes were fixated lustfully on the scene before him, as though he were in a trance. "We're all adults. I don't see a problem with letting them play." 

We continued to watch Debbie and Matt play on the picnic table. After giving each other head for a few more minutes, Debbie lifted her pussy off of Matt's mouth and crawled forward towards his cock. She wanted to fuck him reverse cowgirl. Although Matt's penis was actually pretty average at about five inches, Debbie struggled to fit it into her tight slit. 

She looked over and motioned to Karen, who was still taking deep drags off of her cigarette. Karen reached into a bag nearby, pulled out some lube, and tossed it over to her. Debbie squirted some lube on her hand, and then rubbed it onto Matt's glistening rig. She then took a little more and rubbed it into her pussy. 

After she was lubed, Debbie positioned herself over Matt's cock, and slid onto him as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter. Matt closed his eyes and let out a deep, husky moan as Debbie rocked him slowly. Karen sat back and watched with a smile, biting her lip as she watched them fuck. Occasionally, she ran her hand inside her unbuttoned jeans to touch herself as she watched her son fuck her boyfriend's daughter. 

The scene was a little much for Mark to watch. "I think I need a little piece of that," he said vaguely. 

I wasn't sure what he meant by "that." Pussy? Karen's? Debbie's?

"Are you going to come with me?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I replied. "This is all too fucking weird." 

"Suit yourself, but you are welcome," he said, before walking over to the others at the picnic tables. 

I watched as Mark walked over to them. When he arrived, his daughter Debbie did not even stop to acknowledge him—she just kept riding Matt as though she was oblivious to his presence. Karen smiled and laughed at Mark, and then gave him a deep, sensual kiss. They made out for a little while, and then Karen unbuckled Mark's belt and slid down his jeans. He was already hard and willing. Karen shimmied off her pants and propped herself back up on the picnic table, with her legs splayed and pussy ready for the taking. Mark licked his fingers, briefly ran them across her pussy, and then inserted himself into her depths. 

Mark and Karen were lovely to watch, but it was weird that they were fucking right beside their adult children. It was totally surreal. I was still a little too far away to know the luscious details, but it was evident that Debbie was the first one to get off, after she increased the pace with which she was fucking Matt and was jilling her clitoris frantically. She let out a deep moan, flushed bright red, and dropped her thick hips and ass on Matt with such animal intent that it was frightening. He could not handle it, and came quickly thereafter. It was evident that he came inside Debbie, but he must have seeded her deeply, as I could not see any come dripping from her when they eventually decoupled. They both collapsed in exhaustion. 

On the other table, Mark and Karen continued to fuck sensually in the missionary position. They were so hot, with their tongues down each other's throats, their arms entwined, their genitals wrapped together and begging for release. I was totally getting turned on, and thought for a moment about walking over to them. I know they would have let me join in their tryst. But I did not feel right about it, at that time.

However, I was dying to get off, so I slid down my jeans and decided to jill-off quickly. I looked around, to make sure that no one was watching. I then dropped to my knees and started masturbating. My first orgasm came quickly, rippling through my system in waves that made my legs tremble. After it subsided, I caught my breath, and wanted to bring myself off again. I was about half way there, when all of a sudden I felt a hand on my bare ass. I turned around in fright. It was Greg. 

"Hey, there, Lacey," he said smiling. "Ya need any help with that?" 

"You scared the shit out of me, Greg," I said, huffing in a mixture of arousal and extreme fear. I pulled up my pants really quickly and stood up. "You shouldn't do that." 

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just thought I'd walk down and see how everyone was doing, and I came across you. I didn't mean to interrupt your moment." 

"It's okay, Greg. I know you didn't mean it. Better you than someone else, I suppose. The rest of the gang is over there," I said, motioning over to the picnic tables. 

"Now that is a little afternoon delight," he said, upon realizing that Mark and Karen were fucking like rabbits. 

"Debbie and Matt fucked each other too."

"Cool," he said nonchalantly. "Let's go meet up with them." 

"I can't," I replied. "This whole scene is too odd. I'm going to head back to the trailers." 

"No, don't. It's all right. It's just sex." 

"Go ahead then," I said. "Knock yourself out, Greg. Just tell the others that I'll meet up with them later." 

Greg walked over to the rest of the gang at the picnic tables, and I stayed a minute before leaving. Greg gave Mark, who was now fucking Karen doggy style, a high-five, and then unbuttoned his pants. I could not tell what they were saying to each other, but within seconds Karen arched her head toward Greg and took his cock in her mouth. Lordy, they were spit-roasting Karen in a threesome in front of Debbie and Matt. 

It was all a little too much. I walked back to our trailers in somewhat of a daze. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? Debbie mentioned that her Dad and his social circle were a little quirky, but this was over the top. And yet I was conflicted about the whole thing: a part of me was telling me to leave and head back to the college campus, but there was another part of me that felt that hanging out camping with these people was pretty hot. They were so liberal when it came to sex that it was arousing. I was no prude, by any means, but the thought of just hanging out and having casual sex in front of people was new territory for me. 

When I got back to the trailer, I tidied up our camping area for a while, and then took a nap. After a few hours, I was awoken by the sound of the rickety springs on the door of the trailer. It was Debbie. 

"Hey, Debbie, what's up?" 

"I didn't mean to wake you if you were sleeping," she said. 

"No, that's okay," I replied. "I'm not really that tired anyway. Is the rest of the crew back?" 

"No, they're still down by the lake fishing." 

"Fishing or fucking?" I asked with a chuckle. 

"Well, fishing at this point. They should be back soon. Say, seeing us earlier didn't make you feel uncomfortable, did it?" 

"You have to admit that it was a little weird," I said. "Really, you fucking Matt in front of his Mom? Hanging out and watching your Dad have a threeway with Karen and Greg? That's unusual, sister, any way you look at it." 

"I should have told you that my Dad and Karen are swingers. That is how they met, actually," said Debbie. "They met at a gangbang, of all places," she said laughing. "Can you believe that?"

"I think I can now. I wonder if they exchanged business cards back then," I said. "What led to you hooking up with Matt? Damn, you just met him yesterday." 

"We chatted in our trailer last night and really hit it off. He is so sexy and cute. We went half way last night, before going to bed. We made out, and he was a fantastic kisser. I gave him a handjob, but we didn't fuck, because we didn't have birth control last night. I had to wait until this morning to get some from Karen. She was in your trailer." 

"I was wondering about that, because it looked like Matt came in you earlier," I said. "He wasn't wearing a condom." 

"That reminds me," said Debbie, pausing. "Hold on." She unbuttoned her pants and slid them half way down her thighs, along with her panties. She reached inside of her pussy and pulled out this white thing with a loop. "Karen brought contraceptive sponges. Gotta keep those little spermie fuckers from hitting egg, you know," she said, before flinging it into the garbage can. 

"How considerate," I laughed. "I have to say that watching you was hot. Was Matt as good of a fuck as he looked?" 

"Yeah, he was great," said Debbie, as she pulled her pants back up. "By the way, he asked about you earlier today." 

"Huh?" 

"He asked about you. He thinks you are pretty, and wanted to know if all three of us wanted to get together," she said. 

"Like a threesome? I came here to relax and go camping, not engage in group sex," I replied. 

"Loosen up, Lacey," she said with a sigh. "You are among friends here. What is more relaxing than having a few orgasms? Really, the beauty of being out here is hanging with some peeps who enjoy fishing, drinking, and seeing how boy and girl parts fit together." 

"You are a piece of work, Debbie," I said. "I know that you have fucked a few guys on campus, but I never knew that you were a slut. And I'm trying to say that in a kind way, girlfriend."

"Slut, huh?" she said, pondering my words. "Well, Greg told me that he caught you masturbating to my Dad and Karen fucking. I think you crave more dick than you realize. Just think about that." 

Debbie turned away, grabbed a beer, and then left the trailer. I thought about what she said, and she had a point. Maybe I was being too judgmental. Maybe I was inwardly jealous, but refusing to acknowledge it. Maybe I simply wanted to appear that I was on a higher moral plane or something. I did not really know. I just knew that part of it was that I was fairly inexperienced sexually and did not know how to open up to my desires without cognitive dissonance consuming my being. 

It was not long after I talked to Debbie that the rest of the gang showed up back at the campsite. They brought two coolers of trout to cook up, so we were going to be eating well that evening. (Evidently they did take the time to do some fishing after they were done fucking!) The guys brought out a radio to listen to a baseball game, and Karen, Debbie, and I started slicing up vegetables and making salad for everyone that evening. For as much sexual activity that went down that day, it was odd that no one brought it up while we were making dinner-and I was not about to be the first one to do so. We simply talked about school, work, politics, and our backgrounds. It was fun to hang out with new people and simply be friends. Because I did not have many friends on campus, I was somewhat starved for friendship. Their company was most welcome. 

As the evening rolled on, we all had a lovely time eating, chatting, and laughing. Karen cooked trout like nobody's business, by searing it in bacon fat with a touch of lemon and a variety of spices. She also served it with grilled vegetables with a touch of olive oil. It was lovely. Greg, our resident drunk bartender, served us margaritas on the rocks all night, with a touch of salt. Perhaps it was the booze and good food, but for the second consecutive night I felt at home with the group. As we sat around the campfire, I began to look at everyone as a part of my family. 

We decided to close the evening with a game, like we did the night earlier. Playing Cards Against Humanity again would be too boring, so Karen suggested that we play a dice game. Everyone agreed that would be fine. She called the game "Mix and Match," and proceeded to tell us the rules. 

"First, we number ourselves from one to six," said Karen. "The game involves three dice. The first two dice will designate the two people playing. If the same number comes up on both dice, such as 'five and five' or 'one and one,' we will re-roll them until there is a combination that is different. Once we have the two players, we will roll the third die to determine the action that the two people will perform. If it is a one, it will be a 'kiss.' If it is a two, it will be a 'caress.' Three will be a 'lick.' Four will be a 'rub.' Five will be a 'fuck.' Six will be 'your choice.' The participants will have to perform the action for two minutes, but not a second longer. The first minute one player does the action to their partner, and then they switch. Of course, some of these actions will be mutual to both partners for the entire two minutes. Got it?" 

After having a semi-normal evening with my new friends, I was suddenly reminded that I was among a group of experienced as well as budding swingers, some of whom were related. Lordy, this was going to be fucked up, but I did not want to be the group's prude, so I went with it. I looked over at Debbie, who simply smiled at me mischievously. It was clear that she was into playing. So was everyone else. 

I ended up as number two. Karen was one, Debbie was three, Matt was four, Mark was five, and Greg was six. Karen decided to be the one in charge of rolling the dice, and it was not without some trepidation and nervousness on my behalf that she cocked her hand and rolled the first pair.

"Six and three!" she exclaimed. "So it is Debbie and Greg! Now we will roll the third one to determine the action! Here we go . . . it's a three, so a 'lick'!"

Debbie and Greg got up and moved towards each other. 

"Uh, so where do you want your lick, Greg?" chuckled Debbie. 

"On my asshole, Debbie," he replied. "Rim me, baby." 

Greg dropped his drawers and proceeded to "assume the position" on his knees. Debbie got on her knees too, inching herself towards his ass. She extended her tongue, moving it ever so closer, until we heard Greg utter, "Fuck yeah," at which point we knew she had made contact. Debbie ran her tongue in circles around his asshole, causing him to emit soft, subtle moans. 

"Shit, you are good at this, Debbie," said Greg. "Have you done this before?" 

"Actually, no," she replied. "And if you fart on me, your balls are right here, and I will rip them off, dear." 

Her comment was met by uproarious laughter by everyone. Damn, that was nasty. 

After their minute was up, Karen shouted, "Time to switch!" 

Greg and Debbie got up and gave each other a quick kiss. I could only imagine what that tasted like. 

"Where do you want to be licked, Debbie?" asked Greg. 

"On my clitty, hon." 

Debbie went over to her chair and shimmied down her pants. Leaning back on her chair, with her pants and panties around her ankles, Greg moved in and started going to work on her clit. With her head tilted back, Debbie savored each and every lick, although she hardly made a sound. She was simply gorgeous. With all of the images that I had processed that day, it no longer seemed odd to see my sorority sister getting licked by her Dad's drunk friend who was over twice her age. I could tell that he was enjoying licking her too, because as his tongue circled her button, his cock went from flaccid to rock hard. 

"Time's up!" exclaimed Karen, once their minute finished. As Greg pulled away from Debbie, she started rubbing herself for a few seconds, as though she was irritated that there was a time limit. She wanted Greg to stay and finish the job. 

After they finished, I knew there might be some interesting rolls of the dice that would pair people whom I had not seen together. The possibilities were a little fucked up, too: what if Mark got paired with his daughter Debbie? What if Karen got paired with her son Matt? What if I got paired with Karen or Debbie? After all, I did not identify as lesbian or bisexual. I thought about these possibilities with a mixture of fear and excitement, actually. Could I lick or fuck another girl? Yeah, I decided, I would give it a try, if it came up. I'm not sure if that was a byproduct of my curiosity or the margaritas that I had imbibed, but I decided that would be okay. 

We continued to play, and by some stroke of gambler's luck, we were forty minutes into the game and my number had not been rolled. During that time, we watched some interesting pairings, including Mark and Matt rubbing each other's dicks (roll: 4/5 + 4), Karen and Debbie caressing each other's tits (roll: 1/3 + 2), and the most awkward: Mark and Greg being told to fuck (roll: 5/6 + 5). 

"Dude, I'm not going to fuck Greg," said Mark defiantly. "No way." 

"Yeah you will," said Debbie. "Buck up, Dad. That's the way it rolled."

"No fucking way," said Greg. "I'm not letting him in my ass, and I'm not breaking into his, either." 

"Hey, you two agreed to play the game, so deal with the consequences," added Karen. 

Mark thought about it briefly, before saying, "Okay, I get to fuck him the way I want."

"And how will that be?" asked Karen. 

"In his armpit." 

"No way, that is cheating," said Debbie. "Mouth or ass, boys." 

"No. Armpit," said Mark. 

We girls had a brief meeting about it. While we deliberated, I sat there thinking, "This conversation is so fucked up." It was like I had gone down a rabbit hole and ended up in a surreal version of porn crossed with Alice in Wonderland and Salvador Dali. We eventually decided that it would be okay for Mark and Greg to fuck each other in their armpits. As Mark stroked himself hard and moved over to Greg, the latter lifted his arm up incredulously. 

"Go for it, bro," said Greg drunkenly. 

As Mark pounded away in Greg's armpit, we all laughed hysterically. While Karen kept time, Debbie whipped out her cell phone and started to record the scene. 

"Shit, this is awesome," she laughed. "Really, Dad. This has got to go up on a porn 'tube' site." 

"Turn that camera off," shouted Mark angrily, as he pumped away into Greg. "What goes on here stays here." 

To acquiesce her father, Debbie turned off her camera, but I never saw her delete the few seconds that she captured. To this day I wonder if she still has that clip. 

After the minute was up, Greg rubbed himself to an erection and fucked Mark's armpit. That exchange was the strangest thing that I had ever seen. 

Karen rolled the next set of dice, and it came up as Matt and I, with the action of "your choice" (roll: 2/4 + 6). I looked him in his eyes, and it was like they were bathing in a flickering fire. The only question that remained was what we wanted from each other. I thought that he was hotter than hell from the day I arrived, and Debbie had said earlier that he thought I was pretty. We wanted each other. I watched him fuck Debbie earlier that morning, and I could tell that he was lovely. It was with nervous anticipation that I asked what he wanted. 

"Matt, what do you want to do for your minute?" I asked. 

"I want to fuck you," he said, licking his lower lip. "What do you want, Lacey?" 

"I'm thinking we can fuck the whole two minutes, but for my minute you have to at least do it doggy, okay?" 

"I can oblige," he replied. 

"I need a little help before we start, though," I added, knowing that Karen was the keeper of the birth control. "I'm not on the pill, so give me a few minutes." 

I told Karen and Debbie to come with me into one of the trailers, where they showed me how to use the contraceptive sponge. Karen set it up with the proper amount of water to activate the spermicide, and then helped get it inside me over my cervix. 

"I think you are ready to rock, dear," said Karen. "Are you excited?" 

"Yeah, I am. Matt will be my second partner ever, and I like him. I most definitely like him," I said. 

"I can't wait to see it," said Karen.

"Neither can I," concurred Debbie. "He's a great fuck, Lacey. Trust me, after two minutes, you will not want to stop." Karen led me out of the trailer by my hand, to the group of guys who were sitting by the campfire. They looked at my naked-from-the waist-down frame lustfully, and I realized I was less of a friend to them at that point than an object of their desire. Matt sat in his chair, stroking his dick, eager to develop our budding relationship further. 




The Invitation



"Are you ready?" he asked me. 

"Sure, as ready as I'll ever be, I think. What position do you want?"

"Missionary. I want to look into your eyes," he said. 

I spread out the blanket, lay back on it, and spread my legs for him. As he pressed his body into mine, we fit like an erotic puzzle, our tongues and arms entwined, his hard maleness urging against my soft, wet sex. 

"All right, one minute," said Karen. "Go."

At her command, Matt entered me, and he felt better than I could have imagined. We kissed passionately, and his breath was like the ocean air in the early morning: exhilarating, intoxicating, and restoring. As he thrust into me, I held his ass and gently helped him rock into me. He was a sweet, sensual fuck. 

Our first minute went by like a second. Karen called, "Switch," and Matt looked at me and asked, "Doggy, now, right?" 

I simply whispered in his ear, "No, stay here. Stay here." I had changed my mind. There was no way I was going to decouple from his cock. He felt too good. We continued to fuck in the missionary position for our final minute, and I was nearly seeing stars by the time Karen called "Time." It was a cruel interruption to our carnal foray into spiritually cosmic bonding. Neither one of us got off. 

"Wow," I said, huffing softly, as Matt pulled out of me. "That was nice." He leaned toward me as he got up, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, with a little tongue included. It was an internal struggle to resist pulling him back down on to me and begging him to finish what he started. 

As I got up, everyone had a good look at my state of arousal. "Look at her clitoral hood; it is hard as a rock," pointed out Greg, as I moved back to my chair. I was a little embarrassed by his comment, because I do have a larger clitoris than most girls, and I was not sure if he meant it as a compliment or if he thought that I was human oddity. 

"You are beautiful, Lacey," said Mark assuredly, which made me feel better. "Maybe I can come over and give it a lick?"

"If our numbers come up," I said teasingly, rubbing my clit in circles with my right hand. 

We played for a couple of more rounds, during which we saw Karen have a brief sixty-nine with Mark and, what was the true showstopper, Matt and his mother Karen's numbers being rolled to fuck.

"I think I need a cigarette to watch this one," I said nervously. "Really." 

"Shit, Lacey, it's okay," assured Debbie. 

Greg tossed a pack of cigarettes over to me, and I fired one up and took a deep drag. 

Karen went over to her son Matt, who was still sitting in his chair, stroking himself hard. With her back turned to him, she mounted him reverse cowgirl, dropping her wide, voluptuous ass and pussy onto him and working him slowly, so that her pussy could savor each and every inch of his cock. Matt let out a moan upon contact, and within thirty seconds, his shaft was coated white. He had clearly seeded her, but they kept going. After their two minutes were up, Karen lifted off of him, smiled, gave him a peck on the cheek, and said "Thank you." 

"Damn, that was hot. Looks like we have a winner," said Greg, even though there was no keeping score to our game. Mark just sat there with a weird smile. I had no idea what must have been going through his head. 

After I finished my cigarette, I immediately fired up another one and told everyone, "I think I'm going to bow out a little early, but feel free to carry on," I said. "I'm just a little tired." The reality was that I was struggling to handle the incest scene. 

"No problem. We'll use the other trailer for a bit. It is getting chilly out here anyway," said Mark. "Feel free to come by, if you like." It certainly crossed my mind to maybe hook up with them later, as I could have used an orgasm or two, but I was not sure at that point.

I tried to go to bed, but there was too much damn noise coming from the other trailer. I decided what I needed was a few more stiff drinks. However, all of the booze was in the trailer in which there was a full-blown orgy going on. I knocked on the door and Matt answered naked, with his limp, glistening dick swinging between his legs. 

"Matt, can you hand me that fifth of vodka and a quart of orange juice?" I asked. 

"Sure. Wanna come in?" he said. 

"No, just hand it to me here," I replied. From my vantage point, I could see Karen and Debbie lined up side by side getting fucked, but my vision was a little obscured, so I could not see who was fucking whom. It was either Mark fucking Debbie, Greg fucking Karen, or vice versa. At that point, I didn't want to know. "Thanks," I said, as he handed me the booze. 

I walked back, got drunk, and listened to music on my headphones. Once my mind was spinning adequately, I fell into a partial sleep, although it was filled with images of the debauchery that I had witnessed and been a part of that day. I could not tell whether the time was passing quickly or slowly, as I felt as though I was outside of it. Eventually, I heard two people arguing outside my window. It was Mark and Karen. 

"I can't believe that you fucking did that, Karen," yelled Mark. "You know at my age that is not what I want." 

"You fucking shoot blanks, Mark," hissed Karen heatedly. "I'm thirty eight and I'm running out of time. Your vasectomy was so long ago that it is likely irreversible." 

"Well, shit, although my answer would have been 'No,' you could have at least told me what you wanted and we could have discussed it and perhaps looked into it," he said. "This is not the kind of shit that you do on your own." 

"I can do whatever the fuck I want to do," yelled Karen. "You are not married to me, and you certainly do not fucking own me." 

"Thank God for that," huffed Mark. "Fuck, this would be a mess if we were married."

"Fuck you," shouted Karen. "I'm sleeping in Greg's trailer tonight." 

"Good. I don't need your sloppy cunt around anyway." 

Karen stormed off and Mark came into our trailer. Quite frankly, I did not make an attempt to engage him in conversation, because I knew he was angry, and I was also very drunk. It was best just to go to bed and sleep everything off. After Mark undressed, he stumbled over to my bed, rather than to his. I did not mind, so I let him get in. I could smell booze and sex on his breath, so I turned away to avoid it. He was remarkably well-behaved, or maybe he was simply drunk and tired, but after he passed out he embraced me caringly as we lay together in the darkness. His arms made me feel protected and loved. . 

* * * 

I woke up the next morning to Mark still spooning me. Although he was still asleep, I could feel his erection poking into the crack of my ass. I was so hung over that moving made me feel nauseous. I gave him a brief nudge. 

"Hey, Mark," I whispered. "Get up. It is morning." 

"Wha?" he mumbled. 

"It is morning. Time to get up," I reiterated. "And put down that morning wood." 

"Shit, I ended up in the wrong bed." 

"Don't worry about it. It is fine," I said. 

I got up and turned on the coffee pot, after which I made a Bloody Mary for both of us. Damn, I thought, we were turning into alcoholics like Greg. But it would take the edge off of our hangovers. 

"I'm getting out of here this morning," I said. "I heard you and Karen arguing last night, and it was a bad vibe on top of an already weird vibe. I'm going back to the campus." 

"No, don't leave, Lacey," he said. "I don't want to scare you off. It will be okay." 

"It is not okay. I'm outta here. I'll ask Debbie if she wants to drive back. If not, I will have her drive me to the train station." 

Mark apologized again, and I listened quietly to him as I started to pack my belongings. I did not say much, as he talked about the reason for his argument with Karen. I was too drunk the previous night to remember the entire details of their argument, but he told me that Karen was fucking the other guys in the hope of getting pregnant again. He thought that she was on birth control, and so did they. He explained to me that he and Karen had discussed their procreative status when they started dating, and having another child was an issue between them. To complicate matters, Mark had a vasectomy well over a decade earlier and could not impregnate her, even if he wanted to. Karen went ahead and took matters in her own hands. 

"I know Matt seeded her, but did Greg too?" I asked. 

"Yeah, they each did twice, after you left. The bitch never told me that she came here to get knocked up." 

"So if Karen does get pregnant, the kid will either be Greg's and likely predisposed for alcoholism, or Matt's and simply be inbred and have three heads. Nice," I said sarcastically. 

"I'm so done with her," he added. "I'm okay with her acting as a hotwife type, but this is betrayal."

The irony was that Karen was the one who brought the birth control. 

"Do you think that she brought the contraceptive sponges as a cover?" I asked. 

"No," he replied. "We fully intended to seduce you and Debbie, but we wanted both of you to be protected. Damn, I thought Karen wanted to be protected too. She lied."

His eyes started to well up, and he began to cry. It was an awkward moment, but I placed my hands on his to console him. After a few minutes I moved closer and hugged him as he wept. I felt bad for him. We embraced for what seemed like an eternity, before I kissed him softly on his neck. Unlike the previous night, he smelled better and had a musky attractiveness to him. He had cleaned up a bit. Gradually, I found myself getting turned on, and I came to grips that I wanted him. Moving from his neck to his lips, I kissed him sensuously, to which he responded in kind. I took him by the hand, led him to the bed, and had him lie down. 

"Take off your pants, Mark," I said. 

With his eyes still red and pooled with tears, he complied, pulling them off somewhat awkwardly. I slowly stripped nude, tossing my garments into a heap on the floor. I got onto the bed, and our bodies immediately melted into each other. For the next hour, we kissed, caressed, nibbled, fucked, and sucked in every position imaginable. He brought me to three orgasms during that time, and I was surprised that at his age he could still have two orgasms within that short timeframe. He was gifted in that regard. Although we had both done our share of fucking since arriving, I know that we were likely the first pair actually to make love. And, at that moment, I loved Mark. After we finished, we were as radiant as the morning sun. 

Soon thereafter we met up with the others and, as expected, the vibe was still tense between Karen and Mark. I asked Debbie whether she wanted to split and head back to campus. 

"No, I think I'll stay," she said. "It is only a couple of more days."

"Then take me to the train station," I ordered. "I'll see you at the dorm when we get back." 

Debbie did not protest too much, and soon we were on our way. It was about a thirty-mile drive to the train station, during which she asked me why I was leaving so soon. 

"Are you kidding? You have to ask?" I exclaimed. "Really, Greg the drunk fucking you and Karen, Matt fucking all three of us, which included his Mom, your Dad being okay with everything until last night, and did you . . . . did you fuck your Dad last night?"

"Uh, well . . ." she stammered.

"No!" I yelled. "On second thought, I don't want to know. Don't tell me. Ever."

"I hope you're not mad, Lacey," she said. "I hope you had somewhat of a good time."

"I did," I admitted with a little shame. "The sex games and stuff were fun. I tried to get along with everyone. But sex can be as bonding and procreative as it can be destructive. At the age of eighteen, I think I just experienced all of that in forty-eight hours, Debbie. Thank you, but it is a little traumatizing." 

She did not say another word. She drove me to the train station, and I bought my ticket to go home. After waiting an hour, I got on the train and made my way back to our college campus in Eastern Washington. It took nearly all day, with the transfers I had to make, but eventually I made it home. I was a little relieved actually. A few days later Debbie made it back and, outside of some small chat, I did not ask how things went after I left the campground. I did not really want to know. I was done with them—or so I thought. 

* * * 

Since Debbie and I were in an accelerated baccalaureate program at school, we were going to be attending classes full-time in the summer, when most students were on break. A few days after getting back, I was trying to pay my tuition at school online when I noticed something odd—it looked as though someone had already paid it. I called the registrar, and indeed they confirmed that my tuition that term was paid in full. 

"That can't be," I said. "Who paid it?" 

"A guy named Mark paid it. He wired us the money yesterday."

"Are you sure this wasn't supposed to go to my roommate Debbie's account? That sounds like it could be her Dad."

"No, he specifically wanted to pay your account. He paid Debbie's too, by the way." 

I was dumbfounded. It was puzzling, and I thought about having Debbie call her Dad right away, so I could talk to him about it. However, when I went out to the mailbox to get the mail, there was a letter from him, and his motives became clear. 

In a letter that was ten, single-spaced typed pages, Mark talked about how he was working things out with Karen, but that he was really in love with me. He said regardless of whether Karen became pregnant, he wanted to move on and leave his swinger ways behind. He also expressed that the morning we had sex had been a spiritual awakening for him, and that he wanted to marry me. I gave the letter to Debbie, so she could read it. 

"Your Dad is cray cray," I said. "Read this shit." 

She read the letter closely. "Wow," she mumbled. "Just wow. I didn't know you fucked him the morning you left. I was in the other trailer. Was it as good for you as it was for him?"

"Shut up," I said. "I'm eighteen and your Dad is forty-eight. This is not ever going to work."

"This is between you and him, Lacey. There is not a lot that I can do here," she said. 

"Bullshit," I said. "But thanks anyway."

I spent that afternoon writing Mark a long email, explaining why a long-term relationship with him was impossible. Aside from our ages, I told him that we were two markedly different people with regard to values, experiences, and our general philosophies. He responded to my email almost immediately, but it was evident that he never understood what I told him, or maybe he just did not accept it. He kept on telling me that he wanted to be with me on a deeper level. I did not reply to that message. 

Over the next few weeks and months, the gifts from Mark kept coming: cards, jewelry, and expensive perfumes. It was fucked up. I decided to ignore him, thinking that he would simply go away, but he didn't. He also sent me email updates on everyone with whom we had gone camping earlier. Greg was in rehab for alcohol abuse, Karen was pregnant, and Matt was a star on his collegiate wrestling team (which I already knew). He sent all of this information as though I still cared at that point. In reality, I just wanted him to go away. I wanted the whole memory of that camping trip to go away. It was both good and bad, for what it was, but it was time to move on.

Mark was reluctant to let it move on. He continued bombing my email account and sending me gifts. I talked to Debbie about him regularly, but she was of little help. She just said that maybe it would all blow over, but she never had any advice on how to achieve that. I finally became so upset that I decided to call him. I was going to make myself as clear as possible. I dialed his number, and he picked up immediately.

"Mark, this is Lacey. I appreciate the gifts, but this is getting out of hand," I said firmly. "I'm not going to date or marry you. Is that clear?" 

"But I'm planning on leaving Karen for you. She's pregnant with twins—I'm not sure if they are Greg's or Matt's- and I don't want them in my life," he said. "I want to be with you."

"You don't get what I just said, do you?" I said.

"No, maybe I don't," he replied. "Say it again."

"Okay, I will: I'm not going to date or marry you. Is that clear?" I yelled. 

The silence on the other end of the phone was pronounced. At that moment, I think that he heard me finally. Within the framework of his head, he finally got it. We were never going to be an item. 

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said quietly. "We could have lived 'happily ever after' and built upon our best moments. You will be sorry about this, Lacey. You will regret this decision."

Mark hung up the phone thereafter. I sat in my dormitory room, and simply collapsed on the bed. I was exhausted to deal with him, the whole camping episode, and its fallout. That afternoon, I cried myself to sleep. 

* * *

Well into fall term, things were good. Mark had left me alone, my sorority sisters were being kinder to me, and I was even casually dating a guy from my math class. In my sophomore year at college, things seemed to be looking up. That was until I attended a party at the sorority after one of the football games. There was a group of six girls standing around, laughing like crazy. 

"What's up?" I asked. 

"You tell me, slut," said Carli, who was one of my sorority sisters. "I think you are a movie star now." 

"Huh?"

"Shit, I didn't know that you were into the grandpa thing, Lacey," said Carli, laughing. "Really, girl, you got to fix yo'self."

I looked at the film they were watching on the laptop, and shockingly it was me fucking Mark in the trailer from earlier that summer. That asshole had a hidden camera, taped it, and put it up on a porn tube site that had ten million members. 

My knees immediately buckled and I felt nauseous. 

"Damn, Lacey, you go 'slut' on his dick like ants go to sugar, girl," said Tiffany, who was another sorority girl. "And you suck dick like you are trying to get a medicine ball through a straw." 

The sorority girls laughed, and I ran from the room to escape the horror, until I ended up outside. My head was spinning in disbelief. Mark filmed me without my knowledge, and now the world could see it. That is what he meant when he said, "You will be sorry about this." I stumbled over to the bushes outside of the dorm and promptly threw up. I knew that nothing would ever be the same. I was trembling to my very bones. If Mark wanted to hurt me, well, he succeeded. 

That evening I packed my belongings, got into my car, and started driving south. It didn't matter where I was going or where I stopped. I wanted out of Washington and away from everything that created my anguish. I did not care that I did not formally withdraw from my classes. I did not care that I was running from problems that I maybe should have been fighting. I did not care that I never said goodbye to my friend Debbie, whose father had caused me so much misery. No, it was time to run. 

I drove for twelve hours that night, stopping only for gas. As I reached Northern California the following morning, the freeway was dotted by redwood trees, some of which had been standing for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. As I passed them, I asked them, "Can you help me survive and be as strong as you?"



The Invitation



T was excited to see her come his way. She was quite attractive without her top on. He could feel her body heat as she sat down. When she touched his cock, he almost came right then. He had never had sexual intercourse with a white woman, and was hoping that might change. When she told him to eat her, he eagerly went at it. 

As P laid back and enjoyed T's tongue she could feel the beginnings of her orgasm coming on. She noted with some satisfaction that while he was good, her husband was better. For one thing, he could read her, and make her rise and fall over and over before letting her get off. But this was not bad she smiled to herself, knowing she was close to coming. She glanced up on the stage. The bride was on her hands and knees and the groom was just mounting her. She watched as she felt herself getting closer. She looked down at the black man eating her pussy. He looked like she should know him for some reason. And his eyes were staring at her intently as he worked her over. She was about to cum, and it was going to be intense. She tried to turn to see her husband but couldn't get around, when suddenly it hit. She was cumming. She grabbed his head and pulled him tight, something her hubby loved. 

She continued to ride his face for what seemed like an eternity. Then finally she pulled him up and away from her. She was very sensitive after that, but didn't want to loose his attentions completely. She was very wound up now. As she pulled him up, he just stood, with his erection right before her face. She looked at him and then took him into her mouth. 

From a ways away, A could see his wife being eaten by the black guy. He also recognized the actions that told him she was cumming. He was filled with jealousy for a few seconds as he watched her thrash around. He wondered if the black guy was as good as he was with his mouth. As he watched in an envious fashion, he saw the black guy stand up and his lovely sweet little wife take him into her mouth and begin to suck him…

As she began to suck this strangers black cock a part of her wanted to feel him inside her. To get fucked. She could feel her body heat; it had not subsided at all. 

T wanted so much to get inside this woman. But she seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, so he didn't push the issue. He did think she was quite a wild woman, the way she grabbed his head as she came. For a second he though he might suffocate. And, he wondered, do I know her from somewhere? But she did taste great he thought. She also had a wonderful mouth. And she looked great sucking on his cock…

She very much wanted to feel him inside her now, but was not quite prepared to do that now that it was an option. Since she had cum, she was really thinking about just grabbing her shirt and running for the door. Or maybe running for her husband and throwing herself on him. Fucking him! But she confessed to herself, she was enjoying sucking on this smooth black cock, but she also didn't want him to cum in her mouth, not at all. He was moving his hips around, almost trying to fuck her mouth, and she was becoming worried about his intentions. That was when the chimes sounded again. 

She quickly stood up, and grabbed her shirt, pulling down her skirt yet again, and looked toward the next destination. The guy with the hair. The dangerous one. He was not wearing his shirt anymore, she could see he had a nice chest, well defined and hairless, but not overly huge like the other guy. His hair was cascading over his shoulders, almost as an invitation to her. She stepped his way and he turned to look right at her. The hair and the goatee framed his tanned skin. She thought again about how under any other circumstances, she'd look, but never touch. And yet she stepped right toward him. 

As she stepped up to him, he took her face in his hands, kissed her forcefully and told her, in a deep rich voice that caused her to go week in the knees, to "take off your skirt"… Unable to resist, she slid it down and stood before him completely naked. Your lovely he told her, as he directed her to the couch. My name is Wolf, or W. She looked up at his face hidden in the mask. She was in some kind of trance she thought. It's like a dream. I'll wake up any second now. Then she noticed his tattoo again. 

Completely visible this time, it was indeed a wild animal, a wolf, and it was mounting a woman. Her eyes widened when she took it in. As she laid back he removed his pants. She looked down, she couldn't help herself, and she gasped. He had an enormous cock. Again, unable to stop herself, she reached down to grasp it. He pulled up to let her see its fullness. Oh my gosh she thought, its huge, bigger even than the toy we have at home. Her eyes betrayed her thoughts, and Wolf whispered to her, "don't worry, I know how to use it, I wont hurt you." She let him go and laid back, in her mind she was screaming no, I can't do this. I'm a good girl. I can't do this. Then she felt him start to slide himself into her, and she lost all resistance.

He began to penetrate her. He bent up her knees, but left her feet on the couch. He gained another two inches with that move. She let out an audible moan. He picked her up, and pulled her to him, she slid down another two inches. Again moaning. She tried to rock on him, but he whispered not to do that, just allow him to work it all in her and enjoy the sensations of feeling it go in. She slid back in his arms and obeyed his words. She thought of them almost as commands. He rose up on his legs, and she slid down another inch or two. It almost felt like she was being impaled. She was certainly being filled up. It was one of the best feelings she had ever had. He moved gently into and out of her. She could feel him going deeper with every rock of his hips. She relaxed and gave herself to him totally. No more concerns or worries, just pure animal lust. She thought briefly of the tattoo. Yes she told herself, he is an animal, and then she envisioned herself as the girl under that wolf tattoo. She began moaning aloud. She started to rock with him again, this time he helped her along. Guiding her up and down. He leaned her back onto the couch and pulled her legs over his shoulders. Leaning close he whispered "almost there". She didn't understand at first, thinking him about to cum. Then she felt more of him push into her. It was at that point that she came again. 

He felt her shudder and moved just enough to keep pressure on her. He knew exactly how to increase her pleasure. After a minute or so, as her orgasm subsided, he began to move in and out of her. Now he wanted to ride her. To fuck her. To make her moan and cum yet again. He began to increase his tempo. She tried to match him, but found herself almost unable. She was delirious. He continued to ride her. Moving in and out, then in a circling manner. She was getting close again, and she knew it. So did he. He slid himself almost all the way out, and then back in again just as far as he could. It was a shocking moment to her, she flinched and cried out in a bit of pain, and in a shattering burst, she came still again. He held himself inside her as she came. Flexing his cock. Causing it to jump up and down inside her. And she continued to orgasm. When she subsided and came back down, he withdrew from her, and as she began to protest, he rolled her over, and pulled her to him. 

Oh my God she thought. "I'm soaking wet and it's still going to hurt some this way." She opened her legs wide to him and anticipated his entry. He was gentle again, feeling his size she could feel herself being stretched by his huge thick cock. She started trying to rock back on it. He stopped moving and allowed her to do everything. To take only what she wanted, knowing full well, that she would eventually try for all of it. 

She was a noisemaker, and Wolf loved that. As Wolf looked around the room he noticed that the black guy was fucking his wife, and that the big muscular guy was fucking the black guys wife. But P's hubby was just intently sitting, watching his wife get fucked. Wolf smiled at him, and grabbed P's waist and started to hammer her. He began to go faster, enjoying listening to her noises, a mixture of screams of ecstasy and some discomfort. He didn't want to hurt her, but he was going to give it to her hard. She seemed to want it. And he knew her hubby was watching. Wolf considered her husband; he knew that his own cock was huge. And he reasoned, that even if hubby over there was hung, there's no way he's as big as I am.

For her part, P didn't know what had set Wolf off, but suddenly he was pounding into her. It hurt, but it also felt great. She couldn't help herself, she was making all sorts of noise and was going to cum again, and she could feel it building up. As he continued to pound her, she looked up on the stage and noticed the honeymooners were now sitting on the stage floor watching her and Wolf. She blushed and fought down a moment of panic but soon fell back into the feeling of being completely filled and fucked. Suddenly Wolf pulled out and flipped her back over, and then pulled her on top of him. She slid down almost to the base of his cock. He flexed himself and she rose up in pain from the feeling. He grabbed her and didn't let her get away, but didn't flex anymore. He knew he had hurt her a bit, how could he not with his size, but he didn't want to run her off, he wanted to fuck her more. She got relaxed and into a rhythm and began bouncing up and down on his cock. 

Just as she got into her rhythm, he flexed himself again and almost brought tears to her eyes. But then he settled down and she began to move on him, again forgetting everything but the feeling, concentrating on him, wanting to cum again. She could hear noise around her, but refused to open her eyes. She continued to bounce for a few more minutes until she began to run out of energy. As she opened her eyes she saw that Wolf was looking away. Following his gaze, she looked right into the eyes of her husband. He had removed his mask, and was watching intently as she rode Wolfs huge cock. As she caught her husband's eyes, she came yet again. 

Wolf could feel it. Knew she was about to cum again. She had closed her eyes again and was concentrating on the sensations. He looked at her husband. Still watching, 'good' he thought. Wolf smiled at him, and grabbed his wife, pulling her down as hard as he could on his cock. She let out a loud scream, and began to orgasm again. As she finished, Wolf stood up keeping her on his cock, and covered in sweat, began to fuck her standing. He was getting close to getting off himself.

After she had finished cumming Wolf had stood up and was fucking her in a standing position, something new to her. She looked around, almost completely exhausted now. She was almost, but not quite, ready to stop. She laughed at herself for that thought. Everyone seemed to be watching them now. She felt that small bolt of panic again, and wanted to run, but knew she would have trouble standing, let alone running when Wolf was done with her. 

She looked again at her husband. He had moved closer now, and was watching them. She didn't know exactly what she saw on his face, but at that very moment, wasn't sure she cared. Suddenly Wolf leaned into her and said he was getting very close to cumming, and asked her where she wanted it. "Inside me!" her head screamed. That's what she wanted to feel, but looking again at her husband, decided to do something to set him off. She whispered in Wolfs ear. He laughed and kissed her hard on the mouth. 

Wolf too had noticed how much her man was watching. He hoped the guy was enjoying himself and not thinking about killing anyone. Seeing him watching her had helped bring him to the edge of cumming himself. He whispered to P and asked her where she wanted his cum. She whispered back and Wolf almost lost it right there. Laughing, he leaned down and kissed her hard, and she responded by kissing him back and then pulling off her mask, she wrapped her hands around his head. She reached up and pulled his mask off also, and kissed him more. Then in a voice that everyone could hear, said "I want to taste your cum". At that Wolf lifted her off his cock, and she kneeled down before him, and looking directly at her husband, began to suck on his cock. It only took a few seconds, and Wolf started to cum. P pulled off him to allow her husband to see him shoot once, all over her face, then proceeded to swallow his cock as best she could and then swallow what he was giving her. 

When P was sure her husband was fully watching, and as Wolf said he was getting close, she had pulled off her mask and kissed him, removing his also. She then told him she wanted to taste his cum. She could see by looking at her husband that that did indeed have an effect on him. His eyes were wide and he was transfixed on her. Suddenly Wolf lifted her up and set her down saying he was going to cum. She dropped to her knees and started sucking on his cock. As he started, she pulled off his cock, taking a shot in the face, just to show her husband that he was indeed cumming. Then she took him back into her mouth and sucked him off. She found everything about this unbelievably exciting, even his taste. She sucked him, and tried to swallow everything coming out of his huge cock. 

She gagged a bit as he pushed deeper into her, but then he pulled back a bit. She could feel his cum running out the corners of her mouth form the amount he had shot. When she was sure she had sucked out all he had to offer, she stood up, and touching Wolfs face with her hand smiled and kissed him. He opened up and kissed her back, accepting the cum on her face and what was left in her mouth. She kissed him passionately for a few minutes, then picked up her skirt and shirt, and stumbled to her stunned husband to the sound of clapping form the rest of the group.



The Invitation



It all started with the invitation in the mail. It changed my mother's life and then mine as well.

Dad had been dead for a year and I knew Mom was lonely. I tried to talk to her once a week and see her every couple of months but she was so far away and it was hard.

The invitation read: 





The Invitation



Lisa opened the door of the bar and walked in, she was very nervous this was not the kind place she usually went. She walked up to the end of the bar and sat down on the stools knowing that the eye every man in the place was on her. She ordered a white wine and set there sipping her drink waiting for her escort to arrive. 

A man in his early 40's walked up to the stool next to her and sat down ordering a beer. He was wearing a flannel shirt that was stretched tight on broad shoulders, and his blue jeans were held up on his hips by a belt with a large belt buckle. She could tell by his big hands and he made his living with the hands, they were the hands of a hard-working man. His blond hair was out of place as if he had been riding in a convertible the top down and the wind had blown hair out of place. 

Lisa sipped her wine waiting; she had never done any thing like this before. She was 25 years old, divorced, with a five year-old son. She answered an add on the Internet, the add said, Walk on the wild side have you ever thought about being raped? The selected group of men is interested in making your fantasies come true, limits are established in advance, and a safe word is established. You tell us how far you are willing to go, and what limits you wish established. We will take you and violate you as we see fit observing your limits. If the scenario is too much for you the safe word will stop all the action instantly, and we will walk away. Interested in reply to the e-mail address at the end of this add. 

The man speaking brought Lisa out of her thought, " do you know how hot it was today? " that was the phrase he was supposed to open with. 

Lisa replied, " I don't know how hot it was today, I thought was kind of cold though. "

They had established a line so that each would know that the other was who they were supposed to be. The man said, " my name is Jack, would and you like to get out of here and go someplace more private? "

Lisa said, "yes any time you're ready. "

Jack stood up and took her by the elbow leading her to the door. Lisa was get glad his hand was strong, because her knees felt like jelly and she felt like she might fall. Lisa had taken a cab from her hotel so she did not have to worry about a car of her own, the man led her to a car putting her in the passenger seat in closing the door. 

They drove in silence for about 20 minutes, as the neighborhoods of the city became sparse, and gave way to the open fields of the country. Jack pulled the car into one of the many small farmhouses the dotted the countryside. Jack came around her side of the car and opened the door for her to exit the car. When she had left the car his attitude changed he grabbed by the arm shoving down over the trunk of the car and quickly tied her hands behind her back. 

Jack said, " OK bitch now: come on. " he stood back up by grabbing a handful of her blond hair, and propelled her towards the house. When she approached the door it was opened from inside, and she stepped inside. Lisa would have fallen when her foot got caught in a rug if Jack had not caught her arm in one big hands. When the door closed Lisa found herself standing in the middle of the room with three other men around her. Jack stepped forward in with one quick move a knife cut the rope holding her hands together. 

Jack was the first one to speak, " OK bitch you get the clothes off right and be quick about it. "

Lisa wondered if maybe she had made a mistake in doing this, but it was too late to worry about it now. With trembling fingers she began to unbutton her sweater. 

Jack was unsatisfied and he said, "come on SLUT we don’t have all day, you need for me to give you a hand with my knife I can cut them off a lot quicker. They won't be much for wearing later but I can help you if you need it. "

Lisa quickly finished unbuttoning her sweater and dropped it to the floor kicking aside. Next, she kicked her shoes off, and at same time unbuttoned her blouse dropping it to the floor, her skirt followed right away to be kicked off the side. She stood there front of four men wearing her bra, garter belt nylons, and a thong panties. She unhooked her 36 b bra from that between the cups and dropped it to the floor then she peeled her panties off dropping them. She was ready to undo her her garter belt, but Jack stopped her telling her leave that on. 

One of the men, another big man with red hair grabbed her arm and dragged her over to a table making her lay on our back. Immediately he pulled her legs up and opened her legs wide. She felt the man start kissing and licking the inside her thighs he started it just inside of her knee and worked his way down to her steaming hot pussy. Just as he reached her pussy lips he went to the other leg and started doing the same thing, only when he reached her pussy this time he opened her pussy with his thumbs. His tongue was going all the way from her clit to her ass hole and then back again. When he fastened his lips over her clit and began sucking and biting her tender bud she thought she was gonna lose her mind. The man began pushing one of his big fingers in and out ever pussy as he the sucked on her clit. 

Lisa was unaware of the other men in the room until someone lowered head over the edge of the table and began pushing hard cock into her mouth. She felt her mouth stretched by the huge cock that was being forced into it, but she was careful to keep her teeth back so as not to scratch it. The owner of the cock pushed it in till it reached the back her throat, then he gave her a moment to become less accustomed to the size before he began to fuck her mouth with long strokes. At the same time the man working on her clit could feel the bud beginning to vibrate and he knew that she was only seconds away from her first orgasm. He pulled his finger of her pussy and covered the opening with his mouth just in time for the first shot of hot cum. Just when Lisa thought she couldn't take any more the other two men began chewing on nipples and suddenly she went over the top. When Lisa came to the man that had been a mouth had her legs on his shoulders and he was plowing deeply into her cunt. Each stroke sent the head of his cock against the entrance to her womb. Then suddenly she felt the heat of his hot cum flooding her cunt, and she felt her second orgasm over take her. 

Lisa had no idea how long she was out this time, but when she came to the all four men were sitting in chairs around her drinking a beer. Jack was the first one to speak, " about time you woke up cunt, get in the bathroom clean yourself up and get back in here. "

Lisa climbed down off the table and walked across the room to the door that she assumed was the restroom. She showered and freshen herself up taking her time to gently clean her sore pussy, and when she entered the room again she felt halfway human. 

Another the men motioned her to the table, but when she was gonna lay down it he pushed her down a stomach bending or over the table. She felt the man put his hands on the cheeks her ass and spread them, then she felt him begin to push a finger into her nether hole. Lisa was about protest when he saw another cock before face and immediately she opened her mouth to accept it. This time the man in her mouth didn't hold back the began slamming his cock all way into her throat. Lisa was glad that it was not as big as the one she had first taken in her mouth, but it was still long enough to gag her each time he pushed in. Then she felt it the man behind her was standing up now with hands on her hips and his cock was poised to enter her virgin spinster muscle. She felt the muscle began opening as he pushed each inch into her, when he got it all the way in he paused for a moment for become accustomed to the size. Then both men began trying to meet each other in the middle, and the man that was in her ass began spanking her as he plowed her ass. 

Suddenly something happened and the feeling of fullness in her ass began to be the most exciting feeling she'd ever felt and she knew that she was getting ready to come again. Lisa would have grabbed the man in her face and pulled him deeper, but Jack and the other man had her hands on their cocks making her Jack them off. Then suddenly the man in her mouth began to cum and she had swallowed fast to get it all down. Jack and the other man began cuming all over her back in and rubbing it in, and then suddenly her ass was filled with hot cum and she orgasm again. 

Jack said, " now look cunt you got yourself all messy again, get in at bathroom and clean yourself up. "

Lisa headed back to the bathroom this time taking a long hot shower washing all the cum off of her, but still bringing some of it to mouth on her fingers and savoring the taste. 

When she exited the bathroom this time only Jack and the redheaded man was left, the others were already gone. Jack said, " get over here bitch. " Jack lay down on a blanket that has been spread on the floor and motion for her to get on top of him. When she had lower herself down on to his cock she felt the other man move in behind her then she felt another cock entering her ass for the second time that day. Both men gave her a few minutes to get accustomed to the double penetration then suddenly she began raising up on top of Jack and slamming herself back against the other man. In almost no time and all she felt the stirring again another orgasm and just as she came both men came of the same time inside of her. When she came to Jack was only one there, she was a little disappointed that the other man had already left. 

Jack said, " Well Lisa was that meeting what you expected to be, or were you disappointed? "

She smiled of Jack, " all that was fantastic, I hope we can do again sometime? "

Jack said, " That's no problem, of three the other guys said you were great. Now, take your good hot shower and get dressed. I'll drive you back to your hotel, and if you like we can stop and have something to eat on the way? "

Lisa said, " you wouldn't want to attack me again would you, may be when we get to my hotel? " with a smile on her face. I might even be bad so you could spank me. 

The end?



The Invitation



You drive up just as the sun hits the distant horizon, and the stars are starting to come out. You approach the door, and raise your hand to knock. Just as your knuckles almost hit the door, it opens. 

Before you stands a tall redhead, ivory skin, supple breasts, soft hips, in a black lace negligee, leaving just enough to the imagination. You think you have made a mistake on the address, and start looking around to see if you are in the right place. She laughs and says "You are exactly where you are supposed to be." She steps away from the door and you see me sitting on the couch, I wave and smile. she puts out her hand and says "Hi, I'm Sherry." You open your mouth to speak, but she interrupts, "I know who you are." 

She steps further away for you to enter. You enter and start to take in the surroundings. Obscure paintings on the wall, the room completely lit only by candlelight, they are everywhere. And you detect a soft sweet odor, familiar, but not, from the candles maybe, but not certain. An open bottle of wine and glasses on the coffee table. 

"You can sit there." I say, and point to a chair on the other side of the room. That particular seat would not have been your first choice, but you sit there as requested. 

Sherry returns to the couch and sits next to me. I rise and ask you if you would like a glass of wine, and then pour it, and bring the glass to you before you can answer. 

"Thank you." you sat.

"You are very welcome." and I turn and walk back to the couch. I have on a red lace camisole and short black leather mini skirt. As I walk away from you, you believe you see just a hint of skin under the skirt, above the black seamed hose, but you are not certain. 

I sit down next to Sherry, facing her with one leg propped up on the couch and the other on the floor. And you realize what you think you saw a few moments ago is correct, and there is a definent line, and you see a small clip, and realize I have on stockings and a garter belt. 

The scenario itself combined with the possibilities running through your mind, begin to excite you. 

Sherry engages you in conversation. As though she had been coached, knowing your likes and dislikes, and subjects you enjoyed talking about. You respond to her and the two of you begin to get wrapped up in your conversation. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see me take my hand and push her hair away from her shoulder and her neck. I delicately start to run my finger up and down her neck, and then down across her shoulder, and as I do, one strap drops, and almost completely exposes her breast.

You are finding it harder to keep up with the conversation, but you somehow succeed. 

My finger moves down her breast and continues to push the lace further down until finally her nipple is exposed. I take my finger and stick it in my mouth and look at you at the same time, our eyes meet for just a second. I take my wet finger and run it around and around her nipple, you see it begin to stiffen, and I take it between my thumb and forefinger and massage it gently, making it harder and harder. 

Sherry's head goes back slightly and she closes her eyes, and a moan comes from her throat, but within a few seconds she is back to the conversation, right where she left off. 

As I continue to play with her nipple, I lean over and you see my tongue dart out and lick the lobe of her ear, and then down her neck, and eventually down to her breast. Putting my hand underneath it, and taking the nipple between my teeth, nibbling gently. She squirms slightly in her seat. 

The conversation is becoming difficult for both of you to keep up with now. My hand slips further down, softly over her stomach, and then down to her thigh. Her legs part slightly and I start to pull the lace up, exposing more and more of her legs. Finally running my hand down past the lace to her soft skin, and then back up her inner thigh. Pulling the lace further up, and her legs part a little more, revealing smooth white skin, and a delicate soft shaved pussy. She slips down to the edge of the couch, and her head slides back to the back of the couch.

My fingertips trail further up, and I start running my tongue further down her breast, as I softly stroke and probe her pussy lips with my fingers. A moan escapes her lips, and you begin to realize that you are swelling from the anticipation, and excitement of the scene you are taking in. Her arm goes around me, and she attempts to push my head down, but I resist, wanting to tease her.

My fingers open up her lips, and I insert one finger just an inch or so. 

I move back up her breast to her neck, and to her mouth. You are at an angle to see my tongue dart out and into her mouth. She raises her head and kisses me back with hunger. You are mesmerized as you watch both our tongues dart in and out of each others mouth with a passion rarely seen. One finger inserted fully and one teasing her clit, barely touching it. 

You squirm in your seat, adjusting your pants, because they are becoming a little too tight. You sit your wine glass on the table, for fear of dropping it, but not before you gulp it down trying to soothe your parched throat, brought on by the rising temperature in the room. 

I slowly move back down her body, and turn to slip down to the floor on my knees. Moving between her knees. I start to nibble and lick her pussy lips, sitting back on my feet. I remove my finger, look up at her, and stick my finger in my mouth to suck the delightful juices from it, and I turn my eyes coyly to look at you. Wondering if you are enjoying this as much as I am. 

I remove my finger from my mouth, start teasing her again, darting my tongue in and out of her pussy and then barely running my tongue across her clit. 

It becomes very clear to you why I wanted you sit where you are. You have a full view of the smallest detail, you can see my tongue clearly, and every place that it ventures to explore. 

Your hand moves involuntarily down to your crouch, and you rub your massive hard on through your pants. 

My ass rises from resting on my feet, and once on my knees I move back just a little. The skirt rises almost up to my hips, and you see there is nothing underneath it, except for the garter belt. 

You gasp slightly at the sight, and you blink, wanting to make the vision as clear as possible. 

I bury my face between her thighs, and you see her arch her back and gasp, pushing herself up to me. She grabs the back of my head, makes a fist in my hair, and pulls my head towards her at the same time she pushes forward, you watch hungrily as you see my tongue darting in and out of her dripping pussy. 

You see the tips of my fingers on the inside of my thigh, and you realize how very wet I am. You see droplets of nectar, rolling down my inner thighs, and my fingers work their way up to the source. 

For a split second you think you see my index finger motion you forward, but you aren't sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. 

But then you see it again, you are positive. You stand, unzip your pants and let them fall to the floor. 

You move up behind me, and just stand there for a few moments, taking in the beautiful sight below you. You reach down, and start to softly massage my ass, and you feel me wriggle slightly. 

You go down on your knees, and take your engorged dick and run it up and down between my pussy lips, getting the head very wet. I spread my lips for you to play at your hearts content. You insert just the head of your cock into my pussy, then back out, up and around my clit, and back to my pussy. My hips start moving begging for more. You hear another moan, but you are unaware of the source. Was it one of us, or could it have possibly been yourself? 

Sherry's hips start to thrust upward, her back arching up off the couch, you see the muscles in her arm tense as she attempts to pull me deeper. And her body begins to tremble. 

You grab my hips, and thrust forward with all your strength, and you hear a very familiar squeal escape from my throat. You start fucking me slowly, expertly, in a way that you know I enjoy sooooooooo much. 

You cock your head slightly to the side, so as not to lose the view of my tongue fucking Sherry's pussy. 

Your movements speed up as the excitement builds, and you drive yourself deeper and harder with each thrust. My body begins to shiver, and I push back against you. My head rises and I scream out "Oh God YYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" 

With one final thrust, I feel your hot liquid explode within me, and I push back hard against you,wanting more and more. 

You cry out, and continue to drive yourself deeper. Sherry screams out and simultaneously all our cries unite. 

I rebury my face to lap up the juices that are flowing forth. Your pace slows and you bend over me, kissing and licking my back and shoulders. 

We all begin to relax and collapse where we are. 

You wonder if maybe there is more to come, and you smile and start to reharden at the thought. We all began to laugh, and roll around on the floor, intertwined. 

I sit up and lean over the coffee table, and pour the last of the wine into the three glasses. I drink, thirsty and dry from the activities. When I turn around, I see your head buried between Sherry's legs, and I giggle, and just sit back and watch for awhile. 

I finally lay down between your legs, and I take your already rehardening cock into my mouth. I feel your hips start to sway and move in rhythm with my mouth. When I have you fully erect again, I sit back up, and ask you to get up on the couch. You look at me confused, but do as requested. You slouch in your seat, your head back, and your carved ass on the edge. 

Sherry and I each come up a leg, and finally meet in the middle. I take your balls into my mouth, sucking gently, and flicking my tongue over them. Sherry engulfs your swollen dick and takes you down her throat. Your hip gyrating and thrusting up to go deeper into Sherry's throat. Just as your body begins to stiffen again, we both stop.

Sherry crawls up onto of you, and turns around to face me. I take your massive cock into my hands and guide it expertly into Sherry's tight pussy. 

I move my tongue up from your balls, to the base of your cock, and slowly up inside her. Twitching my tongue back and forth, inside her pussy and against your dick. Your hips buck, and you moan loudly. Sherry moving up and down, taking all of you, and then back up to the head. 

I reach up with my fingers, and separate Sherry's lips, running my tongue from her pussy to her clit. She squeals, and thrusts her hips forward for more. She is now moving up and down on your engorged cock, and at the same time moving for and aft, wanting more of my tongue against her clit. You grab her hips and guide her, so she doesn't loose her balance. She moves her hips faster, and starts to scream out, "Yes, oh my yeeeeeeeesssssssss." She explodes all over you, her juices covering your balls and your inner thighs. 

As she gains her bearings, she pulls herself up off of you, and joins me on the floor, both of us licking and sucking all for her juices off of you. Your hips moving in rhythm with our tongues and our lips, licking, sucking, driving your crazy. "Oh that is ssssssssooooooo good" you moan. 

Sherry moves down between my legs, and I swallow you whole, sucking all of her moisture from your drenched cock. She runs her tongue around and around my clit, and my hips start to thrust forward, begging for more. You can feel the moans in the back of my throat, and your hips thrust up, burying yourself, as deep as you can. 

I raise back up, and you lift your head and open your eyes. You see Sherry rubbing her hands together, and you notice the oil dripping from her fingers. She wraps her fingers around your swollen manhood and coats you with the oil, your head goes back and you moan, loving the sensation. 

I stand over you, and straddle your hips. I lower myself onto you, and Sherry guides your hardness to my ass. Your head enters and I feel that wonderful familiar pop. With one hand she is stroking your shaft, and with the other she is teasing my clit.

I lower and raise myself up over you, slowing taking you in inch by inch, going deeper each time. You wrap your fingers around my waist and try to guide me deeper as your hips thrust up. 

Sherry takes a small vibrator, and runs it over your balls, up into my dripping pussy, and then up and around my clit, then back into my pussy. You can feel the vibrations deep inside me, and your breathing becomes more rapid. 

Sherry buries the vibe deep inside me, fucking my pussy with it slowly, and then leans over and sucks my clit in between her lips. 

The pace intensifies. Your hips thrusting up with all the strength of your powerful legs. Me pushing back against you wanting more. 

"Oh God YYYYYYEEEESSSSSSSSS!!" I scream, pounding against you with all my might. You sit up slightly and wrap your arms around my waist pulling me back to you. "Oh Shannon, baby cum all over me..." 

Your hips thrust hard one more time, and I feel you explode inside me. I scream out, and my body shivers, you can feel the muscles tightening around your cock, and feel the moisture pouring out all over your balls. 

The pace slows, and we begin to melt into one another. 

Sherry kissing her way up my stomach, over my breast, and then to your lips. I hold her against me as the two of you engage in a long passionate kiss. Then she turns her head and kisses my neck. 

Your arms encircle the both of us, as we lay against you, the three of us, rapt up together in a tight little package.



The Invitation



I had been corresponding with a woman I met online for some time. We’d exchanged emails, each one hotter, darker and more intriguing than the last. They were so erotic, that I could feel the heat they generated run thru my body and the ensuing inferno was keeping me awake at night. 

All I needed to do was imagine a line or a reference that the woman, Tawny had made and my cock would spring to life faster than a red convertible could fly down the highway. 

I wanted to meet and yes, fuck my fantasy woman but she always put me off. I thought it might be that the things she had revealed to me about herself were lies, hell; I knew I had stretched the truth a bit or maybe it was due to outside constraints, like work or family obligations. 

I had it bad for her, I’d even gone so far as to call her from home a few times and have phone sex. Once I’d even called her from my cell phone late at night from the middle of my backyard; while I jacked off to the sound of her voice, as she whispered an x rated story into my ear. 

Shit, my neighbors could have gotten an eyeful and it didn’t seem to matter, it only made me want her more. Tawny admitted that she was into control, she wanted to Domme me, use restraints and even use toys on me. Hell, nothing she suggested cooled me off. 

One afternoon I received an email from her, which I mistakenly assumed was only another erotic story to keep my desire running at a fevered pitch. Damn, if I knew then what I’m aware of now, I wonder if I’d had the strength to delete the message unread or if the call of her womanly charms would reach out to me over cyber space and sway me against my better judgment.

Some would say that this is just another work of fiction, while others would claim that it was fact. 

I’ll let you decide for yourself.

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As I read this particular email, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was an invitation, to meet at her apartment on Saturday, a mere 3 days away. I was on vacation; no formal plans so time wouldn’t be a problem. I just needed to keep myself busy, since I knew that waiting around for something tended to make time drag slower than school on a warm spring day. I felt like a kid waiting for recess, all impatience and breathless expectations. 

But the day finally dawned. She had been explicit with her instructions; I had memorized them after reading the email only about a hundred times. 

I arrived at the appointed time, parked my Harley ‘Fatboy’ into the side lot and walked slowly toward the apartment building, while the cool evening air caressed my cheeks; cooling them off slightly.

Sultry, sexy music wafted through the closed door. I knocked softly, then over coming my natural hesitation, more forcefully. The door opened and she pulled me inside, roughly. The brightly lit tapers scattered throughout the tastefully decorated apartment were the only illumination. The spicy, pungent aroma of incense hit my nostrils but it couldn’t disguise the scent the woman in front of me. It was a sensory overload. 

I stared at her: I couldn’t help myself. Tawny wasn’t pretty in the everyday, ordinary sense; she was something more. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and luminous green eyes and luscious curves that went on and on. From her full breasts, peaking out at me over the top of her black satin robe, to her scarlet painted toes she was any man’s fantasy come to life. 

Her hands skimmed over me, caressingly as though assuring herself of my presence. She pulled off my leather jacket and tossed it casually aside. I knew she was all ready in full Domme mode, asserting her authority, taking control and I let her, wanting to see what she had planned. She craved control, something her emails hinted at, seductively. I wasn’t too sure about the whole Domme thing, I was curious but that was the extent of it.

Tawny pushed me back until my spine was plastered against the wooden door while she pressed those twin globes of firm fun against my torso, rubbing them back & forth over me erotically. 

She began kissing me, softly then more passionately as if she sensed my complete capitulation to her every whim. I felt her hands working to open her robe and was rewarded with her naked breasts just waiting to be caressed. She nibbled on my lower lip, causing minute measures of pleasure as well as pain. I moved my hands and began to massage over every inch of those delectable tits. I tweaked a pink nipple, making it bloom a rosy hue while she ran her hands over my still covered cock gently, lovingly making me ache even more. 

She stepped back and I watched hungrily as she ran her fingers along the seam of her closely cropped pussy, removing the excess juices. She raised her digits and fed her cum to me, one finger at a time. Then kissed me, deeply tasting her self from my mouth. 

"Very nice. You are so very obedient now, greet me properly," she instructed.

I dropped to my knees and kissed the soft silken interior of her thighs, then licked over the flesh hungrily. She parted them slightly, encouraging my attention elsewhere. I kissed the full lower lips while sucking on them, increasing her pleasure. My tongue rimmed the seam, tasting the honey that escaped, my voracious mouth was soon attached - sucking lustily on her clit, sucking up as much cum as I could, since I didn’t expect her passivity to last much longer.

"You are so very greedy. I’m hungry for you, too," she complained as she leaned down and kissed me fully on the mouth. Her breasts were bare, tantalizingly free as she pulled me to my feet and led me willingly to the bathroom. 

I stripped quickly while she adjusted the temperature of the water. She turned back toward me, noticed the bead of pre-lubrication leaking from my tool and swiped it off with a quick finger, licking it clean. She entered the shower and I quickly followed. I spied a large sponge and grabbed it, wanting an excuse to touch her soft skin. Dousing it with liquid soap, I began lathering her back, buttocks and along her smooth inner thighs. 

Soon the two of us were awash in foam, while the warm water cascaded down over us - a waterfall of sensations that had every nerve ending tingling with erotic need.

She filled a palm with soap, and began washing over my cock. She cupped the sack underneath tenderly, cleaning every inch, missing nothing. She moved her fingers further back, digits playing in uncharted areas, as my muscles clenched in protest.

"I need to make sure all the soap’s gone," she stated as she dropped to her knees, and lovingly placed my cock head into her mouth, sucking greedily. She moaned softly, taking me further into her waiting mouth, her fingers grasping my ass cheeks and pulling the flesh wide apart. 

The warm spray washing all traces of soap away as her fingers trailed along my ass crack slowly. One was soon teasing my backside, buried to the first knuckle in my anus. I held her head to my body, wanting to savage her mouth – she’d admitted she loved that but it would be over much too quickly for me.

We emerged from the shower and dried each other off. She wrapped herself in yet another robe - this one as sheer as a whisper and walked to the bedroom. It was ripe with seduction in mind. The queen-sized bed with its fresh scent sheets would soon be just a memory. I noted that the head and footboards had silken scarves tied strategically to each corner, should they be required. Tawny had sworn to tie me down and use me. The idea of it all loomed ahead of me promisingly. 

An assortment of toys, various oils and lubricants litter the nightstand. She positioned herself on the bed, face up, the sheer material of her wrap could not disguise the erect nipples or the furry mound at the jointure of her thighs. My eyes were mesmerized, drawn to the image of her massaging her full breasts, waiting for me. 

She pulled open the robe, pinching her own points as she parted her thighs. She then grabbed a bottle of vanilla flavored oil and caressed it into her flesh, slowly, teasingly. The hard crests were just aching for my attention. 

Her hands moved lower, slowly, leaving a fine path of slick textures for me to peruse. She opened her legs in invitation. I leaned over and began to lick and suck off as much of the flavored trail as I could from her breasts, while watching her fingers spread more of the oil. 

She selected a jelly red dildo and placed it beside her on the bed. I sucked on her twin nipples, one after the other as a starving man would feed on twin steaks. I watched her fingers part the petals of her flower as she played - egging me on. I licked lower - and lower still – continuing to watch as she played briefly with her clit, fingering in oil while I moved in closer to her treasure, her pussy, open and awaiting my expert touch. 

She spread her legs wider still - all the encouragement I required, as two can play at the control game. I positioned myself, resting comfortably on my stomach and arms, while lowering my head slowly and began lapping up honey. I began fingering her pussy, plunging two digits in her waiting tunnel, finger fucking her roughly.

I removed them briefly only to replace them with the dildo at my side, filling her completely. She bucked and jerked as wave upon wave was wrenched from her. She ground herself against my hands as I removed the dildo and covered the freshly loved area with my mouth - my tongue lapping up the fresh cream as it left her body. 

My hands gripped her derriere to keep her in position as I dipped out more & more juices, her thighs locking around my head, warming my ears as never before. She gripped the top of my head, almost as though she needed to make me a permanent fixture, as another course of pleasure over took her. 

I kissed, licked and caressed her bare flesh while her heart rate decreased, knowing that this was but a sample of things to come. 

When she had sufficiently cooled down, she moved and began kissing over my torso lightly. My face was drenched with her cum. I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring every drop. I was laying on my side, my cock jutting out, still aching with need. She leaned over me and swatted my backside lightly with her hand, leaving my flesh a sweet pink she claimed, her breasts swaying with the force of her ministrations. I longed to take a point in my palm but to do so would break the rhythm of her game.

She leaned lower and licked over my fiery flesh, cooling it with her tongue. Blowing on it briefly, she sent sparks of pleasure to my throbbing cock. She could have used a paddle, a crop or hairbrush but I knew she savored the texture of flesh meeting flesh. 

"You aren't allowed to cum yet,” she ordered, as she had me move to the center of the bed, mirroring her earlier position, with a few minor exceptions. She tied my wrists and ankles securely, using the silken scarves - firm pillows tabled my hips, as though offering her a meal -- a meal that would soon be a banquet. While she secured my hands, she thrust her breasts in my face, teasingly. Her nipples grazed my lips and my mouth opened, hoping to latch onto an erect point.

"Now I know why you keep that mustache so long - you just love teasing the inside of a woman's thighs with it." She whispered as she moved to kiss me, tasting her self yet again. 

She selected another bottle of oil and began dribbling it out onto my torso, paying special attention to my masculine nubs. She kissed, licked and teased them - every move making me ache. I craved release badly but she teased further still. 

She moved lower, letting her breasts graze my turgid flesh as she slid down my body suggestively, fanning the flames of desire. She pillowed her soft mounds directly over my cock, while licking cinnamon oil from my clenched abdomen. She moved herself lewdly, trapping my cock between those two, soft melons - the ensuing ache was such sweet torture. She rocked back and forth, watching my expression closely. 

"Don't cum," she ordered and increased her pace, teasing me with her softness. I tried to distract myself, doing anything possible to keep from exploding over those creamy mounds. Sweat beaded on my forehead, matching the pearls of moisture that leaked from my cock. Tawny licked lower, releasing me from her cocoon, my cock jerking in the cool air. 

She lightly cradled me in her palm while guiding my cock head over her full, wet mouth, glazing her lips with my pre cum. She licked the moisture away slowly, erotically, while gazing at me hungrily. She then glided her moist tongue around the shaft - while her other hand simultaneously massaged its base. Her tongue licked the sack amorously, all too briefly before her fingers coaxed the knob past her parted lips, her tongue lathing over me in a dance older than time. 

She swallowed more, then more of me into her mouth, all the way to the base. She moaned out her pleasure, while I attempted to still my thrusting hips. 

I felt her fingers resume their earlier play. A slick digit pressed against my anus and entered me quickly, moving in and out with even, smooth strokes. She licked between my thighs, nibbling erotically, working further back. I felt her insatiable tongue tease my rear opening, as I forced my mind away from the pleasure of her hot, moist mouth eating me, making an erotic meal of my body. My complete helplessness was a feast for her imagination.

“Don’t cum, I need to fuck you,” she moaned as she moved up and away, straddling my hips, while lowering her wet pussy directly over my throbbing tool. She grasped me, while plunging down onto my cock, my hard sword filling her warm, moist sheath.

She began riding me furiously, her breasts bouncing merrily as her hips moved, her pussy working to milk every drop of cum from my supine body.

She gave me a contented Cheshire cat like grin, as my body tensed, just before releasing copious amounts of liquid pleasure, deep within her tight, hot wetness. Tawny moved away from me, my cock leaving her body with an audible plop. 

The combined scent of us permeated the air, a hot, sexy perfume that had my cock twitching. Or maybe it was the way she lowered her head over me, while taking my head into her mouth, her tongue swirling over me, cleansing my cum covered cock.

She smiled as she moved yet again, straddling my face, while lowering her cum filled slit over my mouth.

“I told you that I believed in cleaning up messes as soon as they’re made, didn’t I?” She smiled down toward me; her eyes alight with mischief.

“You know what they say, waste not, want not,” I smirked, as my tongue searched for and found her still swollen pea. As I lapped at her, I heard Tawny sigh contentedly as I sucked up our cum, cleaning her pussy diligently. 

She was in her element, sitting on my face, with the restraints holding me firmly in place. I was her toy, her prisoner, a veritable love slave, subject to her every mood and whim. She moved up and away teasing me briefly, before lowering herself once again to my waiting, hungry mouth. 

I felt a hand grasp my cock and begin stroking me. I thought at first it was Tawny but when I felt a warm mouth engulf my cock, taking me in deeply, I knew I was very much mistaken.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to enjoy this. I promise,” Tawny moaned while grinding her pussy against my face.

I felt a warm tongue at my ass, licking over me, while fingers simultaneously played in the same area.

“Be sure to use plenty of lube,” my would be Domme ordered, as I felt an object enter my ass, filling me to bursting, while an unidentified mouth resuscitated my cock, bringing me fully to life once again.

“Tell me that you like it,” Tawny whispered. My moans of pleasure her only answer. 

I was living an unfulfilled fantasy, a pussy in my face, while someone played with my ass and swallowed my cock. My first threesome, and I had Tawny to thank for it. My brain was busy doing the math, two pussies, four breasts, and two mouths, when I exploded, my groans masking any noise in the musky scented room. 

Later, when Tawny pulled herself away I was pleasantly surprised to find a cute, pixie-like woman on the bed with us. She was petite, with a mop of dark red curls; large thimble sized nipples, capped her 34b’s. But what surprised, no shocked me was the guy on the bed with us. He also had dark hair, smoldering eyes, and a crooked smile that turned his overly harsh features into a semblance of congeniality. 

Was it only my imagination that his smile grew lupine at my obvious befuddlement? 

“I told you our first time together would be special. I always keep my promises. Now, you have to figure out which one of them fucked your ass. Which one sucked you off? If you guess correctly, I’ll untie you and you can decide what happens next. If you don’t, I’m going to leave you there and we’ll each take turns using you. Any way we wish.”

“This is going to be so much fun!” The red headed nymph murmured happily.

                                  *****



The Invitation



Sorenna opened the soft cream-colored envelope, knowing that it is from Him. Inside she found an airplane ticket and a smaller card. She looks at the ticket, impressed that it is first class and round trip. She turns her attention to the small card next. She sees that it is an invitation and is intrigued, as He made no mention of it in their talks. Reading the front and then turning it over, her heart beats faster.

Ms. Sorenna Winter, 

You are receiving this invitation
because a Dominant wishes
you to attend a party as his guest.
You will arrive at 5pm on Saturday,
alone. Your Dominant will meet you
there. Your clothing for the evening will
be supplied and you will be expected 
to be wearing that clothing and have
this invitation in your possession to
gain admittance.
If you fail in either of these things,
you will be turned away, disappointing
your Dominant.
Be on time.

Turning over the card, she finds a key taped to the back of it with another brief note from Him, "Take this key to the airport lockers and open #171, inside is everything you will need to serve Me during the weekend.

Renna slowly puts both the ticket and invitation back into the envelope, her mind spinning with this unexpected news. The thought of not going does not even occur to her as she mentally begins making preparations for the trip in one week's time.

Over the week, she shops for some clothing items, gets her hair and nails done, all the while thinking of what the weekend will bring. He speaks to her in the evenings, but refuses to give her any more information than she has received already, except to reassure her that everything will be fine. He assures her it will be an evening they will both enjoy and remember.

Friday finally arrives. She packs everything carefully, only needing one small suitcase and a travel bag. Renna arrives at the airport, and boards the plane. Having never flown first class, she feels a little intimidated, but no one notices. Normally she would watch the other passengers but this time her mind is too filled with Him and what the weekend will bring.

Deep in her thoughts, she does not notice the time and before she knows it, the plane prepares for landing. Feeling her heartbeat speed up, she readies herself to deplane

Once inside the airport, Sorenna retrieves her luggage from the baggage claim, then sets out to find where the lockers located. She asks for directions from a nearby worker, then makes her way to them. With the key in her hand, she locates locker #171, unlocks it, and pulls out a garment bag and a zippered sports bag. Deciding now is not the time to ascertain the contents, she regretfully puts the bags on her shoulder. Not knowing what to do with the key now that she has opened the locker, she pockets it and will give it to Him when she sees Him.

She rents a small car, drives to the hotel and checks in at the front desk. He has already told her that she will not see Him until tomorrow when she gets to the party, so she puts her things away in the room. The garment bag and sports bag are lying on the bed, and she can no longer resist seeing what's inside. She unzips the garment bag first, revealing a small black dress. The dress is simple, spaghetti straps and very short by the look of it. She resists the urge to try it on, not wanting to wrinkle it before tomorrow. She opens the other bag, revealing many items, the first of which is a map, giving detailed directions on how to get to the party. Next she pulls out a leather collar and 2 leather wrist cuffs. Attached to the collar, she finds a note," Wear everything you find in the bags--no more; no less."

She lays the cuffs and collar on the bed and digs into the bag again, pulling out a garter belt and then stockings. Renna blushes slightly, recalling how short the dress appeared to be. She is fairly sure at least the tops of the stockings will show. She then pulls out a box, a shoe box. Since she loves shoes, she smiles in anticipation of what they will look like. She is shocked to find a beautiful pair of black, 5 inch pumps, in patent leather. The shock came when she saw the small padlock on the straps that goes around her ankle on each shoe. She sees a corner of paper inside one of the shoes, "I expect these to be locked to your ankles when next you see Me."

Eying the shoes with fascination and trepidation, she puts them back in the box and lays it aside. She picks up the bag and peers inside to verify that it is empty, but no, inside is a small rectangular box. She opens the small, black box and finds yet another note, "I know this is your first time at one of these parties, so I want you to wear this around your ankle. At least for this evening, you are Mine, and I want you reminded of it every second." Looking past the paper, she finds an anklet with many small tinkling bells on it. Sorenna blushes, but is pleased that He sent this reminder for her. Since there are no plans for tonight, she orders dinner, and relaxes with a long bath, a good book, and a particular man in her thoughts.

She awakens early, refreshed and feeling a constant undercurrent of excitement. While stretching, she runs her fingers up her body, and considers playing a bit before getting up. Almost before she thinks about it, her fingers feel her warm mound, moist and soft. Dipping her middle finger into the slit, she suddenly remembers that she doesn't have permission to cum, so any play would be fruitless. But then another thought occurs to her, her fingers still gently stroking her pussy. Even if I can't cum, I'll be very aroused and excited by the time I get to the party. That will please Him immensely.

Smiling, she begins playing with her clit in earnest, her breathing speeding up, and delicious sensations running through her body. Her pussy gets wetter as the excitement builds while she continues to tease and torment her very sensitive button, dipping her fingers inside her wet with one finger, then two. Feeling her hips start to buck and rotate, she keeps playing for a moment longer, and stops, daring to go no further and disgrace herself. With a deep sigh of frustration, she removes her dripping wet fingers and slowly climbs out of bed.

Whispers of pleasure tease her senses with every movement as she showers and brushes her teeth. Feeling a blush on her cheeks for her naughtiness in bed, she steps out of her room for breakfast. She spends the day exploring the city all the while feeling a low humming excitement for the party and aching sexual frustration.

As the time for the party nears, Renna feels what seems to be hundreds of tiny, flitting butterflies in her tummy, a result of her increasing nervousness as the party's time nears.

Finally, she must dress for the party and sets about doing so eagerly. Having already carefully applied her makeup and styled her hair, she has only to dress. She starts with the garter belt, pulling it up around her waist, making sure the straps hang in the right positions. She slides each stocking up her legs, loving the silken feel against her freshly shaven legs before fastening them to the garter belt.

Suddenly, she reddens deeply, realizing that she saw no panties in the bag. Diving back into the bag, she checks to be sure. Her mind racing, she wonders if it was an oversight and should she substitute a pair of her own? No, she can't do that. The note said "no more, no less." She suspects that it was not an oversight and sighs, hoping the dress is longer than it seems.

Unzipping the bag and extracting the dress, she pulls it over her head, praying for length with each tug. Finally the dress is on and, as she suspected, it was uncomfortably short. But it did just cover the fasteners for the stockings. That was a relief, at least. She makes a note to herself to not drop anything, and finishes dressing.

She likes the feel of the leather around her wrists; she feels almost safer, closer to Him, just slipping those slight bonds on. She decides not to put on the collar yet, as it is not a public collar and she doesn't want to have to explain the collar to others who would not understand. She sees the silver anklet and smiles as it tinkles as she circles it around her left ankle, checking to make sure the clasp catches tight. She watches in fascination as the little bells come to rest on her ankle. She picks up the shoes one by one and slips them on. When each is on, she takes a deep breath and locks each into place. Slipping the collar into her handbag, she checks her appearance in the mirror one last time, then grabs the map and the keys and steps into the hallway.

Since the map was very detailed, Renna made great time to the party, arriving 15 minutes early. She takes the collar from her purse and slips it around her neck, buckling it under her hair. Unable to resist, she looks at it on her neck in the rear view mirror and smiles. With a few moments left, she closes her eyes, mentally preparing to walk into a stranger's home, dressed as she is. Now she can't delay any longer. She gets the invitation in her hand and leaves her purse locked in the car. She carefully gets out of the car, careful not to show anything pink.

At the door, she takes a deep breath and swallows, knocks and waits nervously. The door opens and a man stands in the doorway with his hand held out, barely looking at her. She hands him the card and waits as he looks it, then her. Without leaving the doorway, he turns to look behind him, waiting for some response to his silent question, 

"Is she wearing the proper clothing?" 

Apparently, he gets an affirmative because he steps aside and lets her pass into the house. She sees Him immediately as He is standing closest to the door, leaning against the wall to her left. She turns to Him and walks forward, stopping just in front of Him.

Letting Him take in the view of her in the clothing He chose for her, Sorenna stands still, her arms to her sides, her legs slightly spread, looking down at the floor. Without a word from Him, she turns slowly, so He can see her back. She feels His hands at the back of her neck lifting her hair. She hears a metallic click and knows He has locked His collar on her. His hands on each shoulder, she feels his breath near her ear as he whispers that she looks exactly as He imagined she would and is very pleased. Staying behind her, He introduces her to everyone present. She blushes knowing that each one is looking at her, judging her. He steps in front of her and raises her chin to look at Him. She smiles as he winks at her, snapping a leash on her at the same time.

He leads her to large comfortable chair and sits down. He indicates to her that she should kneel. Without a word or any hesitation, she drops to her knees, spreading them wide apart, coming to rest with her feet under her bottom. She places her hands in her lap and rests her gaze on the floor again. She waits while He looks at her kneeling before Him, then she hears Him tell her to relax while He has a drink. He touches her cheek, rubbing His thumb across her jawbone in a gesture of reassurance. She relaxes under his touch and rests her head on His thigh, wrapping her arms around His leg. From this position at His feet, she looks around the room at the other people present. She smiles, happy to be among them and able to watch them interact.

After several minutes, Renna hears a small bell. She untangles herself from Him as He stands. He picks up the leash and leads her to another room. Everyone else migrates in the same direction. In the room, everyone seats pretty much as they all were before. She only presses her cheek to His thigh this time, waiting for the next part of the evening with a surge of anxiety.

Trembling slightly, she feels His hand gently stroking her hair, the other rubbing small circles on her shoulder. Immediately feeling calmer, she stills and smiles up to Him, watching Him smile back to her. His smile causes flutters in her belly that have nothing to do with anxiety. 

Sorenna hears a man speaking and reluctantly turns her attention to him. He tells everyone that there will be a competition. Each domanant will spank His submissive with the guests watching each couple. Dominants at the party without a submissive present will judge each spanking. The one with the most votes will spend the rest of the evening with His girl in the dungeon, alone or with an audience, His choice. He lifts his arm indicating a platform. On the platform is a structure that looks a great deal like a sawhorse. She notes the large cuffs near the bottom, to hold the ankles and clasps on the other side. She looks at her wrists and realizes that she is dressed exactly as needed.

She looks nervously around the room, nervous and so excited at the same time. She looks up at him, gives him a shy, nervous smile and then sits quietly, but not for long. To her embarrassment, she realizes that she will be strapped to the horse first. She bites her lip with the realization that she won't get to watch another girl before her turn.

He stands and pulls her gently to her feet with the leash, leading her up the platform to stand before the horse. He helps her position her feet for the ankle cuffs and he straps them on, pausing to run his fingers over the bells, making them tinkle, reminding her that she is His and He desires her to do this for Him, and that He is there with her.

She stands quietly as she waits for Him to gain the other side. He looks at her and smiles, indicating for her to present her hands to the clasps below. She slowly, carefully bends her body over the horse, placing her hands near the clasps. He attaches the clasps to her wrist cuffs. Leaving her with her hands and feet firmly attached near the floor on either side of the horse. She is acutely aware that her ass is prominently displayed and blushes deeply again, remembering the lack of panties.

Several moment pass, and from her position she can see nothing except the immediate area around her. She can see His shiny shoes as He circles around her, looking at her. He stops behind her and she feels His hands reaching under the skirt, flipping it up over her back, baring her butt totally. Renna feels the cool air on the suddenly uncovered flesh and feels her nipples harden, partly from the cool air, but mostly from the excitement she feels from Him, stirring excitement in her as well.

He steps back from her slightly and with no warning brings His hand down firmly on her ass cheeks, causing her to jerk and whimper slightly. After two more swats this way, her ass stings quite a bit, and she begins squirming to get away. Though it's useless, she tries anyway. He continues to rain swats on her bare ass, the pain blurring now to a seductive mixture of pleasure and pain. She moans and squirms as he spanks her, loving the feel of His hand on her, spanking her, not because she was bad, but because he wants to see her squirming under His hand. Her moans give Him pleasure, her now very red bottom looks lovely wiggling under His smacks to her flesh.

After continuing this way for many minutes, the spanking stops. Renna draws a deep breath, thankful that He has stopped. To her great surprise, she feels something very soft touching her tender bottom. He has slipped a velvet glove over His hand and gently rubs the hurt away, lightly stroking her ass with the glove. Her body is jolted as with his other, still uncovered hand, he places one hard smack on her cheeks, she gasps lightly from the unexpectedness of it. Gently stroking her ass with velvet and jarring her senses with His hard hand, He continues this way for several minutes, alternating pleasure with pain. Still running the velvet over her ass he sticks 2 fingers inside her pussy to judge her wetness. The 2 fingers are pulled out to glisten under the lights and he holds them up, proof of her arousal from the spanking.

Squatting near her hanging head, He pushes His wet fingers into her mouth. She licks and sucks her juices off, absolutely unaware there are other people present. He takes His fingers from her mouth and gently strokes her hair. He pulls her skirt back over her sore bottom and releases her arms then her feet. He wraps His arms around her to steady her and holds her chin up, looking into her eyes. He tells her He couldn't be more proud of her, and kisses her softly on the lips. Renna suddenly finds herself hoping against hope that He wins the competition. The dungeon sounds like exactly the perfect place to be.

At the end of the evening, she slips the locker key into His pocket, smiling.



The Invitation



Introduction

A little insight into my naivety and a friend of mine might help for the story. Sherry and I work for a company that has over eight hundred employees just in the main office alone. We are interracial in employee mix but Sherry and I never socialized outside of our white mid-western upbringing. In fact, we never even discussed interracial relationships.

Our group consists of ten women taking orders and processing them after we have cleared the credit hurdles for the customers, etc. The age of the group spans fifty-five to twenty one. Sherry and I are both twenty-eight. We both started to work together the same day and have become close friends. She is married but suspects her husband is cheating. I am single. Sherry has black hair and the greenest eyes. She weighs maybe one-hundred and ten pounds soaking wet and maybe reaches five-feet five inches. On the other hand, I am 120 pounds at five-foot seven inches, with naturally light blond hair and blue eyes, because of my Scandinavian ancestry. 

Her "B" cups make her look like she has a lot for the guys because of her frame compared to my "C" cup.

We both play in summer league volleyball and winter league bowling. We both party after the games. By partying, I mean pizza, beer and dancing. I do not have a study boyfriend so sleep around when the urge takes over.

It was early September. On a Tuesday morning, we all had invitations by inter-office e-mail to watch a team that a fellow employee was a member of, compete for the local cricket championship.

The fellow extending the invitation was black and worked in the engineering group. His name is Charles. Charles is a good-looking guy showing no signs of the beer gut. I guess he keeps in shape playing sports. Sherry and I talked it about it at lunch and decided why not. We knew nothing about the game cricket. The weather forecast was for it to be a great weekend and we had no other plans. Her hubby was supposed to be fishing with some buddies. 

The story:

Sherry and I went to the park at 10:00 AM to watch the game. There must have been two-hundred people there to watch. We had no idea the game was so popular.

Both teams were interracial but the black males outnumbered the white about 2-1.

We knew nothing of the game and listened as people spoke to pickup on the logistics of the game. We soon understood most of it. The fellow co-worker's team won the championship. 

As we were leaving the park, Charles came rushing up and said, "I was sure glad seeing some of the office staff here watching the game. Here is a special invitation for you both to a party for the team. The directions are in the envelope. It will be an outdoor Barbeque with a rock and roll band and some island music also. Hope you two can make it." We thanked Charles and congratulated him on making some scores.

As we were walking to the car, we chatted about the invitation. We looked at the map and saw that the party was going to be at a house, on a lake, where the real estate lots start at a million dollars. We decided it probably would be our only chance in a lifetime to see how some people live.

Since we did not know the area, we drove to a hotel in the area and then took a cab so as not to get lost.

When we were in the vicinity, we could see cars parked on the street from the overflow. The drive was clear so the cab pulled up to the front door using the circular drive. Our mouths hung open from the size of the mansion. The door opened and a white hand extended itself from one side and a black hand from the other side to help us out of the cab. We were asked for the invitations. We thrashed and found them stuffed in our little purses. The white guy, dressed in a butler suit asked the cabby driver how much. The cab fare was then paid by the white guy. Both Sherry and I looked at each other in shock. We felt out of place being in jeans and just a halter-top. However looking around, others were walking up the drive dressed as us so we relaxed.

The black guy pointed us to the door and escorted us. Upon reaching the door, we were offered wine or colas. The female servers, a mix of white and black females, were dressed in very skimpy, black and white uniforms. Some might call them Apron Baby Doll uniforms. There was lots of cleavage, a black G-string so butt cheeks showed and then a white see through apron letting one know that the mound was covered in black material. Sherry and I smiled at each other. After taking the wine, we were pointed in the direction of the back yard. As we walked, we kept saying to each other, "Wow, look at that or look at this." The home, lavishly decorated, even smelled of money.

The food displayed on a table for self-service, looked so inviting and luscious. The band was into full swing. Charles walked up with a big grin, thanked us for coming, and then said, "Let me introduce you to the host."

In the few minutes it took to reach the host, Charles asked us what we thought about the game and asked if we were hooked enough to watch next season games. We giggled and smiled.

The hosts were a couple in their mid-40, so it appeared. He was a lawyer and went by John and she was an interior designer going with Heather. He was black and she was white. My heart skipped a beat seeing how handsome he was and thinking about him doing her. After some idle chat, some other players brought up guest to be introduced so Charles excused us and we headed for more wine and dancing. For some reason I was feeling this glow that I have never experienced before with wine and assumed it was the warm afternoon. Some people were swimming in the huge outdoor pool. I tested the water and it was so nice. I wish they had mentioned a suit.

Sherry and I danced with so many fellows, both black and white. Our feet were so sore that we took our shoes off. We commented to each other often of how great the party was. When they played island music, the black guys would grab us and teach us the wiggles. We had enough wine in us we just enjoyed.

During a break, Heather saw Sherry and me sitting and walked over to us to ask how we were enjoying ourselves and if we needed anything. With my big mouth I said, "I sure wish I had known about the pool. That water is so inviting."

"Come with me, we are about the same size. Let me fix you up with a suit. Do you want a suit also, Sherry?"

"No thanks, Heather."

Heather and I walked to the house and into a bedroom on the lower level. Heather opened a drawer and started to toss suits onto the bed. They were all bikinis. As Heather was separating them she said, "Amy why not strip and by the time you get naked, I will have two or three for you to choose from."

I followed her suggestion. Heather handed me a suit and said, "I think you will look hot in this." It was white silk and just enough material to cover the nipples and most of my bare mound.

"You will look hot for sure since you are shaven."

I placed the top on and the strings made it adjustable so that the material did cover the nipples.

I heard, "Let me see, hon."

As I turned, Heather was grinning ear to ear and said, "Well the guys will sure love it and so do I." She stepped into me, placed an arm around me, and pulled me close to her so she could deep kiss me. In shock, I moaned, from the pleasure. Her right hand then went to my mound and her middle finger ended up in my vagina. My knees buckled as I broke the kiss to exclaim, "OOOOHHH!" My heart was pounding. I just melted into her instead of revolting and running. I had never been French kissed before by a girl; always check to cheek much less a female finger in my pussy. My body was on fire.

"Let's get together sometime for some real fun, okay Amy?"

All I could do was managed, "God yes."

As she withdrew the finger from my pussy, Heather slipped it into her mouth, sucked it and then said, "I want more of you. I hope you want me as much." I stood bugged eyed. "See you later Amy and enjoy the swim."

I plopped down on the bed wondering what hit me. After catching my breath, I put on the bottoms and went to the pool. Naturally I had to listen to the catcalls and whistles from the guys. On my way to the pool, I did not see Sherry. The water was so relaxing. I noticed that my nipples were very prominent now that the suit was wet. More and more guys were getting into the pool and soon we had a net up and ball tossing.

I switched sides so that everyone had a chance for me to be on their team from time to time. I then decided to dry off, find Sherry and head home. Charles had been watching from the pool deck and offered me a towel as I climbed out. He was grinning and saying how great I was at relaying and volleying the ball.

I asked him if he knew where Sherry was. He looked away and said, "Yes."

"Can you take me to her? I'm ready to go home and I want to see if she is ready."

"Amy it might not be a good idea to disturb her just at this moment. See, she is with a guy."

"Oh! So you are saying she might be having sex with a guy?"

"Yes, probably so Amy. Com'on let's get you to your clothes and we can chat awhile unless you want me to get a cab for you, or me take you home, or wait for Amy."

Charles walked me to the bedroom and before entering he said, "Amy, would you be interested in seeing Sherry and her date getting it on?"

My heart skipped several beats. "You mean go spy on them?"

"No we can flip a channel on the TV and watch the action. Com'on, I will show you if you are curious."

My heart was beating hard and I was getting hot but I had no revulsions about watching Sherry and her date.

Charles placed his arm around me, we walked to the TV and he pushed a button. On the screen was a black guy burying his ever so long cock into a white pussy. The guy had his hands placed next to her head as he supported himself. God, his sack was huge also. The girl's knees had to be pressed on her tits. As Charles turned the volume up, I heard, "Oh God yes John. Make me cum again. I have lost count. Your cock is the best that has ever done me. Yes, Yes, oh God Yes. Give me more." My God it was John, the host unless there was another John there.

I turned and buried myself into Charles, turning my head to watch the TV. I could not see the girls face. I focused on all the cum on John's black cock. She must have generated a cup of it. It was coming out every time he pulled out and more came out as he shoved back in.

My heart pounded in my chest. Charles had to be feeling it. He just held me. My heart was beating harder and faster as I continued to watch John assault her pussy and her screaming how good it felt and needing more. How long could he go without unloading? 

I watched as he lowered himself and whispered into her ear. He pulled out and let Sherry flip over onto her stomach. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her up into doggy. I inhaled loud knowing what was going to happen next. As the cock slide in I could plainly see it was Sherry from the side view as he put her in resting on one knee and a foot flat on the bed. Her tits were swinging as he was deep fucking her. She was in a delirious state. All she was saying was, "Yes, more, yes, more, yes more."

I then realized I was leaking and was wet clear to my knees. I also then realized I wanted a cock. I did not notice before but Charles had a boner. He was not pushing it hard into me but there was no mistake he had a hard-on.

I never ever thought about a Blackman doing me before but at this point in the night, I did not care. I wanted to be filled with a cock.

I turned from the TV, looked Charles in the eyes, and said, "Charles, please fuck me."

He placed his hands under my knees and carried me to the bed. He placed me in the center of the bed, reached over to the nightstand and turned off all the lights and the TV.

He laid next to me and said, "Thanks for asking Amy. I hope I can take you to places you have never been."

We began by soft lip kissing as his hands removed the top and bottoms of the swimsuit. When the material was gone, he began to give my neck soft kisses and licking. I was glowing, knowing soon that I would have a cock in me.

I heard, "Your essence smells awesome Amy. I am having trouble controlling myself. I want to eat you so much."

His mouth encircled a nipple and softly sucked it in. He was pressing his cock into my thigh. He then did the other nipple.

I took my hands and placed them on the side of his head to push his head down to the honey pot. I wanted to feel him eating me. When Charles tongue was at my navel, he twirled it, increasing my desire for it to be on my clit. With more force, I pushed his head down further. His mouth and tongue played games with my mound and lower lips. I tried to control his head direction but could not. I was building and humping. I needed to cum. When the tongue touched the hard clit, I exploded and sprayed his face with a gusher. I have never in my life squirted a cum. I was both embarrassed and feeling awesome at the same time as I heard him slurp up the liquids and felt him sucking them from my pussy. He then wrapped his arms around my thighs, opened my pussy lips with his fingers and went to work with his mouth and tongue. I kept begging to be fucked but he kept attacking me with his tongue. After my third cum, he lifted my legs up, my calves on his chest, my knees on my tits as he guided his cock into me. I was humping and cumming at the same time as it was going deeper and deeper. 

All I was managing to mumble was, "Yes, god, yes, Oh yes, Oh God, yes, yes."

After being stretched like never before, knowing I had a thick cock in me and three orgasms from his cock pounding me I literally collapsed and went limp like a wet rag.

Charles rolled me onto my stomach. I assumed he was going to do me doggy but he surprised me. He slid a hand under me to my mound and started to massage my clit. When I responded by moving to the stimulation, he took his other hand and started to insert fingers into my pussy. I was delirious with the pleasure. I felt him pulling liquids up my butt crack and lubricating my back door. His fingers, at the anal opening, were feeling good. I never let a guy touch me there before. Then a finger slipped in and out like it was fucking me; then two fingers, causing me to hump because his fingers were working my clit at the same time. Then his thumb went in. After removing his thumb he used three fingers to open me more. I was moaning at the pleasure at the feelings my body was experiencing and my impending cum.

He then rolled me onto my left side, lifted my right leg and buried his cock into my pussy. I arched from the pleasure and moaned. I went on to have my big O from having my pussy stuffed again.

He kept teasing me by removing his cock all the way then reinserting it. I was continuing to build because of the finger manipulation on the clit. He was slowing down his thrusting but I was ready to go over the edge. Just as I hit the peak, he quickly shoved his cock up my back door as I was going over the edge. He was so wet and lubricated and I was off into another world that all I saw was stars in Technicolor and went into a continuing convulsion as wave after wave of orgasms consumed me with him using his fingers so gently on my clit and him slowly fucking me in the ass.

I heard, "Amy can I cum in your ass?"

I did not have the strength to answer yes. I just tried to hump his cock. He got the message and stiffened as he delivered his load deep into me, causing me to relish in the glow of a continuous cum. This deposition in my ass gave me a bonding feeling with Charles. I was looking forward to more of his cock or maybe it was black cock, I have no idea.

When I woke up, I was still impaled on Charles cock. The room was still dark. He was on his back, and I was on my back laying on his chest and stomach. My eyes flickered wondering what was going on. A tongue was flicking my clit. I was building and wondering who was eating me. I really was not caring because it felt so good having Charle's cock in my ass and being eaten at the same time. Charles hands went to my breast and messed with them as the tongue continued its assault. 

I exploded with another squirting cum. I had not even finished cumming when my legs were lifted up on a guys chest and a cock was sliding into my pussy. I continued the cum as the cock fucked me. Charles squeezed my breasts harder, lifted as he arched and made another deposit. I heard Charles, the other guy and me all moaning our pleasures at the same time.

The guy withdrew, Charles rolled us to our sides and we fell asleep. When I woke, it was daylight and Charles was on his back with the guy's morning hard-on.

I crawled out of bed, went to the bathroom to clean up, brought back a washcloth and towel, and washed Charles cock, which woke him. I swung into a sixty-nine position. We ate each other and as I was coming, I let him fire his nut juice deep into my stomach. I was shocked that I took his whole cock with gagging. I have never let a guy do that to me before and here I was doing it to a guy. I let his cock deflate, lifted off, turned and kissed him deep. After breaking the kiss I said, "Thanks for the invitation."

This is a good place to stop the story and leave your imagination wondering what more transpired that weekend. Interested?