2 comments/ 49670 views/ 8 favorites Freeing the Inner Slut By: voluptuary_manque Juliette slowly emerged from sleep. The room was warm, the bed firm beneath her back—and she was naked! That was wrong and so was the pillow under her butt. She tried to sit up only to discover that her hands were tethered to the headboard and her feet were held wide apart. Her new neighbor, Cindy looked down at here with a smile on her face and a syringe in her hand. "There's just nothing like weight-adjusted sleeping pills and antidotes. Hello, Sleeping Beauty, and welcome to the formal initiation of the Coronado Condominium Cock and Cunt Club." "Cynthia Burnbaum, what are you talking about? This is ridiculous, let me up at once!" Cindy snickered. "Funny, that's exactly what I said when I was initiated. And you'll be 'up' alright, the men will see to that." She reached down and patted Juliette's round little belly. "This cute, plump little body of yours is going to get a real workout tonight. It's kind of a shame I won't be here to watch. However the wall between this bedroom and the next is pretty thin, so I expect to be able to hear you making lots of noise while we peg your Larry." "This is crazy!" Juliette went livid with fear and rage, "you'll all end up in prison for years if you go through with this." Cindy shook her head. "No, that only applies to rape and it's only rape if you don't want it. And I'll admit that right now you don't, but in fifteen minutes or so, you'll be singing a different tune, Ms. diMedea, believe me you will." She turned away and picked up a polished walnut box and set it on the bed between Juliette's feet. From the box she uncoiled an electric cord and plugged it into the wall. Once the display inside lit up, Cindy took out a pair of electrodes and taped one to each of her prisoner's ankles. She turned a rheostat. "One great thing about being female is that despite our protests and tears, we really are the lustier sex. And we're so easy to arouse, if you know how! Now, the current runs up your left leg and down your right. What's in between? Why, your pussy, of course, and you'll be amazed at how well it responds to mild electric current. And that's just the beginning, honey." Cindy leered broadly and reached behind her to retrieve a squeeze bottle. Putting it to her nose she shot a mist up each nostril, smiled happily, and then put it to Juliette's nose. "This is perfectly harmless and will make the night go so much better so you can either accept that you're going to get a dose or you can try and hold your breath, and that won't work. Which will it be?" Juliette started to turn red as she held her breath as long as she could. Cindy shook her head in resignation and clapped her hand over her neighbor's mouth. When Julie finally exhaled and took a desperate deep breath, two quick squeezes sent whatever concoction was it in up into her mucus membranes. "What was that, you bitch?" "Tsk, tsk, such language. It's called PL-6983, and it's a genuine aphrodisiac. It works as well on us as it does on men and takes about fifteen minutes to take effect. Add that to the little electrons trickling so sexily through your clit and very soon dear little Juliette diMedea will be pleading for some stud to come fuck her. I'm going to leave you now and go wake up your hubby. He's next door all trussed up, too. However, he's in a different position because he's getting a different treatment. Don't go anywhere . . ." Cindy snickered and wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously then walked out of the room shutting the door behind her. Juliette fumed helplessly. She tried pulling on the tethers but though they were padded and comfortable, they were very strong and getting out was impossible. Tied down! She had never been one for anything but the most ordinary of sexual play and now she was in bondage. That was one of the few novelties Larry had wanted to try out in their seven years together but Juliette preferred the safe and familiar. That subject had come up at the condominium get together that evening. It had started as an everyday, suburban party with the men off talking sports and the women huddled together talking clothes and kids. But then the girl-talk had gotten around to sex and very soon Juliette discovered that she was playing in a different league. Her neighbors were kinky. No other term fit. Julie was not exactly appalled but she did find her jaw dropping. Some of the things her neighbors liked were straight out of the most perverted pornography she could imagine. She had been getting hot, bothered and embarrassed and was about to excuse herself and suggest that she and Larry head home early when Colleen had handed her another drink and after that things got fuzzy. Her neighbors had drugged her, that's what they'd done. And now she was tied down, helpless and—really very comfortable. And warm. And remembering the things they had talked about. And getting warmer—especially between her legs. Cindy re-entered the room. Her tight sweater and ski pants were gone, replaced by a pair of black leather webs. One harnessed her breasts, lifting and flaunting them. The other circled her hips, leaving an opening to her pussy encircled by a steel ring. Standing beside the bed she ran her eyes approvingly up and down Juliette's body. "Starting to feel the effects, are we? That's good. Let's see just how ready you really are." She spread the dark curls around Juliette's sex and ran her finger slowly up and down the labia beneath. "Well, look at you. All slippery, puffy and pink already—my goodness, Julie, you weren't as hard to convince as we feared. And so wet! Honey, what we're doing tonight is freeing your inner slut. Most women have one, we just won't admit it. That's about to change, Julie. By tomorrow morning when you see an attractive man your only question will be whether to give yourself to him or just take him." She stuck a pair of fingers inside, getting a gasp in return. Wiggling the fingertips, Cindy massaged Juliette's G-spot, making her moan. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked the juices off. "Mm-hmm, positively delicious! Oh, the men are just going to have so much fun with you? And here, let me turn on the television so you can see what we women will be doing." Juliette was starting to flush. She could feel the heat rise in her crotch and her face and spread up and down her whole body. "In—inner slut?" Cindy licked her lips. "Oh yeah. It's that part of your brain that makes us different from other animals, makes us always receptive. It's the part of your deep brain that sees a man and thinks he'd make just the perfect father for your next baby, even when you're on the Pill. And when you combine that with some lovely modern technology, you get us." There on the television was her husband hanging helplessly in a leather harness. The other women from the party were standing around him. All of them were naked and they all had harnesses on like Cindy's. Tabitha Martin was on her knees in front of Larry industriously sucking and licking his cock. Unlike Juliette, Larry diMedea was not struggling at all. For the present he was enjoying the attention. But Juliette could see that he was in for a surprise. The other women behind him were all fitting bright colored silicone dildos to their harnesses. It looked like a gang bang was about to start and he would be the banged. "Are they—are they going to . . .?" "They sure are. See, Tabby's putting a cock ring on him so he won't come while they peg him? He'll love it and more importantly when he comes knocking at your back door, he'll know what it's like." "Larry would never do that to me—would he?" "Hah! He'll do it to you and to me and to Tabby and just work his way around the complex. You and Larry really were strictly vanilla, weren't you? Well girl, that's about to change." Cindy took out another squeeze bottle and dribbled a little onto her fingers. She leaned forward and gently touched Juliette's stiff clitoris. Heat spread from the touch in a flash. If Juliette had been getting warm before, she was now on fire. Sweat sprang from her forehead and her eyes widened. As Cindy massaged the lubricant around her pussy, Juliette let out a desperate moan. "That's the sound we want to hear, Julie," Cindy chuckled as she put the bottle away, "and now that I've heard it, I think we can just take these off. We don't want the men getting all tangled up in the wires." She unhooked the wires from Juliette's feet and put the box on the dresser. Then she reached into a little box and took out a pair of plastic-covered alligator clips, pinched them open and closed them over Julie's puffy, stiff nipples. With a little twist the clips began to vibrate sending thrills through the girl's body that made her gasp. "Well, I think I can let the guys know you're ready, baby. Tonight, you're laying your first ever train. Eight couples at the party, seven men in your pussy. Larry will get you another day. Tonight he's going to be entertaining seven women. Most of us will be giving his prostate the workout of its life but one lucky girl, and I don't know who it is, will be on the receiving end of his frustration. I do hope it's me." She leaned down and kissed Juliette full on the lips, hard and hot, turned down the lights and left. A tall figure entered the dim room. Obviously it was male, obviously he was naked and obviously he was horny, erect and hard. The bed sagged as he lay down next to Juliette. His mouth found hers and the kiss was possessive and penetrating. She felt his fingers stroke the underside of each breast and shuddered in response. "This—this is wrong," she whispered. "Is it? Well, how about this?" The man scooted down the bed and kissed his way from her belly button to her pussy, then took her clitoris between his lips and began to suck gently. Juliette moaned, then whimpered and finally cried out as the orgasm hit. She bucked and writhed as he kept sucking, stretching the climax out for what felt like minutes before releasing her. He slid up between her legs and leaned down to whisper, "And now I'm going to have you, aren't I?" "Yessss . . .," Julie whispered her surrender. She spread her knees wider and lifted her hips. She was his, she knew it, she accepted it, and she wanted it. "Take me, take me hard." "No, our dear Juliette. I won't take you hard. If we all did you would be too sore in the morning. We will be gentle but thorough tonight. Some night when Larry is enjoying Tabitha to the nth, then I will take you hard." She felt his warm weight on top of her and the thick mass of his cock entering her. She murmured happily in response. He started to thrust. Pressure above matched pressure inside. Tension rose again making her skin tingle and her shoulders itch. Her face flushed and felt as though it were the skin of a balloon, stretched and tight. She squeezed her vaginal muscles, holding him tight and bucked her pelvis against him. He growled deep in his throat and sped up, his groin slapping against hers making her cry out in ecstasy. In the next room the other women heard her and winked and nodded to each other. Larry's moans were a baritone ostinato to her soprano melody. Their little club had a new pair of members. Juliette's inner slut was awake and lusty. When her possessor grunted, moaned, shuddered and sagged his full weight on her, Juliette knew he was done. She felt his lips gently on her cheek and heard him whisper, "That's one." No sooner had the first man rolled off of her then Juliette felt the next kneel between her thighs. Hands stroked her legs all the way down to the tethers at her ankles then unclipped the cuffs from the straps. "Alright, baby, lift those gams. Put your feet on my shoulders and open wide 'cause here comes number two!" Her lips spread in a lazy, sultry smile as she complied. She knew this position. Larry used it to hit her G-spot. If this man was the same size as her husband, the audience was in for some monumental screams. The thought that Larry was next door and could hear her flickered across her brain as she looked at the television screen. Another of the women, Juliette thought it was Tanya, had her hands on his shoulders and was thrusting hard enough to make his stiff cock bounce up and down in rhythm. Her bared teeth shone over his shoulder in the dim light. Larry looked up into the camera, smiled blearily, winked at Juliette and then returned to his own private heaven. Juliette looked up at the man about to penetrate her. "Fuck me, stud," she mumbled, "do me right." It was just as she'd hoped. The angle was right, he was just the right length and the helmet of his cock hit the spongy tissue inside her in exactly the right place. The sensations grew. First was the rubbing, then the feeling that she needed to go and suddenly her whole body seemed to explode. "Oh god, oh god!" Julie screamed and squirted all over the man. "Oho, a little ejaculator," the man in the dark chuckled. "No wonder ol' Larry looks like a contented hubby. He had him a hot one. And now we all do. Okay, Julie, it's my turn." He leaned forward onto his hands and began pounding her down into the mattress, a humorless grin stretching across his face. Forced, she thought, This isn't love, it's force. I'm not only being forced into sex, I'm being forced to enjoy it and I am, oh I am. I love their strength, their ferocity and the way they use me. I never realized how much I like being pinned down and ravished. Cindy was right. There really is a slut inside me and now she's out and I'll never put her back. The man suddenly arched his back with a groan. Julie could tell that the orgasm must have nearly blown his toes across the room. His climax had matched hers. That's two! The third man swaggered just a little as he approached the bed. He looked down at Juliette's form, lit only by the exterior streetlights and the gibbous moon shining through the lace curtains. He ran warm hands over her, starting with her hair and working his way down her face to her breasts, then her belly, her thighs and finally her mons. Wordless, he unfastened the cuffs at her ankles and her wrists and pulled the young woman upright and then to her feet. "On your knees, girl," he growled in the dark, "you're gonna get me good and hard and then you're gonna ride me. It's time our little filly turned cowgirl." Julie dropped to the carpet. She took his soft erection into her mouth and sucked. The glistening helmet filled her mouth, its smooth surface a delight to her tongue. She flicked her tongue-tip around the corona and licked hard on its frenum. He stiffened in response. She bobbed her head and stroked the length of the shaft with her hands, making the man hum with pleasure. He grasped her hair and made her bob her head faster. "You need to learn to swallow, girl. Not tonight, but coming up you and I will spend some quality time together perfecting your fellatio. You're pretty good but you'll get better." He pulled away and lifted her to her feet. Then he lay down on his back on the bed. "Saddle up, Julie. Face my feet. I want a good view of that fine ass of yours while you bounce up and down on me." Wondering at her own compliance, she obeyed, straddling his hips and lowering herself onto him, impaling her sex on his solid manhood. She was glad to be on top. This man was noticeably longer than most and sitting astride gave her control over how deep he went. She leaned forward and put her hands on his knees and began to rock, pushing her clit against the underside of his cock. This is good. I don't think we ever did it like this before but we will. Before Larry does decide to take me anally, this will give him a good view of the target. There was a sharp slap on her left butt-cheek that made her jump in surprise. "Giddyap, girl! I want to see that ass bounce and hear you yellin', understand?" He slapped her again, hard enough to make her yelp and speed up. The slaps came at random intervals but instead of interrupting her growing arousal they speeded it up. It was, she thought later, like being tied down. She had no control over what the man did and that added spice to the moment. Would Larry start commanding her or would she have to rely on her new playmates when she needed dominating? Her breath came faster and faster, her yelps turned to whimpers and then to cries when the tide of orgasm overwhelmed her yet again. How many had she had so far this night and she was only on her third man? And that man grabbed a hip in each hand and began to buck under her driving that long cock in and out until he shot his load into her and collapsed. "You're good, cowgirl, really good. It's going to be fine having you in the group. You're going to be lots of fun." The fourth man put her on her hands and knees and took his time, fucking her long and slow. One orgasm led to another and finally to one that rolled on and on and on. She was barely aware that a fifth man replaced the fourth and that a sixth and a seventh enjoyed her. Everything blended into a flood of emotion that erased any chance for thought. Juliette only knew the moment, the sensations, and the joy of sex. She must have been helped into the shower, washed and walked back to her unit and put to bed because she woke again in their own bedroom with Larry spooned up against her back and his arm wrapped possessively around her. She lay there for a while. Yes, the previous night's orgy must have really happened. She was tender and slightly sore from so many men's attention. Larry rolled over onto his back and began to snore quietly and Juliette got up and went out into the kitchen. An hour later sunshine woke Larry. Julie's side of the bed was empty but had been slept in. He shrugged wearily and looked at the clock. Good grief! He had a tennis date in less than an hour. Quickly he rushed through a morning shower and shaved and changed into his tennis whites. As he charged into the kitchen he saw Juliette and froze. She stood leaning against the kitchen table. There was a pink gladiolus in a vase and white lace curtains behind her. She held a cup of coffee in her hand and smiling at him. And she was naked. "Good morning, sweetie. You look all ready to hit the court. You've even put on my favorite polo shirt. So, who did you end up boning after they screwed you silly last night?" Larry shook his head to clear it. The woman standing in front of him looked like his wife and sounded like his wife but never in his life had Juliette behaved that way. Whenever he caught her in the nude before she had blushed and stammered but now there was a confidence and self-assurance about her body that was completely new. And she asked who he had had sex with? Unbelievable. "Uh, Cindy Burnbaum." "Oh, good. She was hoping she'd get the lucky draw. How is she? And don't try and make me feel better by saying that she's nothing compared to me. I want to improve, honey, for you and for all the guys." "Uh—uh, she's got this trick where she squeezes her muscles? And she can stroke a guy's cock while he's inside her? "Really? I've got to get her to teach me how that's done." Juliette took another sip from her cup. She lowered her head and looked up at her husband through lowered eyelashes. She cocked her head to one side, a sly smile crossing her lips. "Cindy says you're to fuck me in the ass. And once you've gotten my brown eye, she expects you to do her and Tabby and all the rest of the girls who spread your cheeks. I guess it's all about what's saucy for the gander is saucy for the geese." "She said that?" "Mm-hmm. Now I know you're supposed to be on the court in ten minutes so here's a travel mug and a fresh donut. I'll be waiting when you get back." Larry diMedea was normally a very competent tennis player but today he could hardly keep the ball in the court. Women passing seemed to have tighter shorts and shorter skirts than he remembered and every time a fine, round backside swayed by he reacted like a jackdaw with silver spoon. Cindy had told Juliette to let him sodomize her and she was going to. And then he was supposed to knock on the back doors of all the other women in their complex. The vision of naked butts held up with cheeks held apart kept floating across his brain and made concentrating on serves and returns impossible. After losing three games in straight sets he decided to give up for the day and head home. Freeing the Inner Slut Ch. 02 Larry diMedea was deeply involved in a report for his firm when his wife Juliette stuck her head into his home office. She held a phone to her ear, "Honey," she said, "it's a booty call from Scotty Birnbaum. You want to come and watch?" Larry raised his head with a grin. "I'd love to. You know how much it turns me on watching you get fucked. Unfortunately, this thing is due tomorrow morning and if I take time off it won't get done. Go have fun and tell Cindy I'll expect payment in kind when I get home tomorrow. A long slow blowjob sounds good." Julie spoke into the phone, "You hear that, stud? You just make sure you dear little wifey is on her knees here tomorrow around four. I'm on my way over." As she traipsed across the grounds of the Coronado Condos, Julie started to put a little extra swing in her hips. She thought of giving herself a shot of PL-6983 to turn herself on a little more but decided it really wasn't needed. A few months before the other members of the condominium had very thoroughly inducted the couple into their Cuck and Cunt Club. It had started with some drugs and some electro-sex stimulation but by the time it was over what Julie had first felt would be rape had turned into a full-fledged awakening of her inner slut. Her peccadillos hadn't included anyone outside the club, at least not yet, but she wasn't about to exclude the possibility. But for now, it was all about 'in house' lechery and an inner slut that was awake and eager. Cindy Birnbaum was the one who had slipped the mickey into Julie's drink, the one who told her what was going to happen and the one who had used the world's only proven aphrodisiac and the electro-sex machine on her. She was also the one who, after all the other women had had their fun pegging Larry, had pulled him between her thighs for his official initiation. Later she was the one who explained why today Julie was the most popular lay in the group. "It's like this, Julie," Cindy had begun over coffee one afternoon, "Despite being the sluttiest wife around, you somehow manage to project an aura of prim, virginal innocence. I can't explain it and neither can any of the guys but somehow there is something about you that just demands to be pillaged, plundered, debauched and ravished. They can't resist. I've looked at you when one of them has had his fun with you and you have this—this happily seduced and betrayed look on your face. It's like you had no idea how much fun sex could be. I know that sounds ridiculous because if anyone knows what a horny bitch you've become, it's me but that's the only way I can describe it. And look at you now; you're blushing!" Julie had to admit that in a strange sort of way it made sense. She knew that other women in the club had no inhibitions about coming up to another woman's husband and 'climbing his frame.' April Maguire was especially notorious for that. On more than one occasion she hadn't even waited until after everyone had eaten. She would just saunter over to the man of her choice, undo his belt and jerk his trousers down and start sucking him into readiness. Admittedly the others would start to applaud when this happened and none of her 'victims' had ever been known to complain but Juliette simply couldn't bring herself to be so assertive. However, any man in the complex who wanted her, like tonight, would get her. It seemed as much a law of nature as dawn and dusk. She let herself into the Birnbaum's unit and waved at Cindy who was sitting in a chair with her e-reader. "So I'm going to have a sore throat tomorrow?" the brunette asked archly, looking up. "I know how much Larry loves a deep throating. Steffie said the last time she went down on him he held her there and face-fucked her for what seemed like half an hour." Julie grinned. "Well, I've done some marathon sessions on my knees, too, so I can't be too sympathetic." "Don't bother," Cindy replied with a leer, "I doped the Birnbaum good with the aerosol foreplay to get him really fired up. You're going to be going home bow-legged tonight. Heck, you might even need pillows. But don't let me detain you. He's back in the den." Scott Birnbaum was indeed back in the den, lying back in his double-wide recliner slowly stroking his massive hard-on. The sight of the man naked always made Julie's eyes widen. In contrast to her lithe, tennis-playing husband, Scott was a great slab of a man, thick and muscular in an ursine kind of way. His resemblance to a bear was enhanced by the coarse black hair that covered him from the tops of his feet to his collarbone. He looked up at her with heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes and a slow, almost sinister leer crossed his lips. Juliette licked her lips. Her eyes began to sparkle as she reached behind her neck to unzip the simple, flowered frock. Making no attempt at a sultry strip, the woman simply let her dress drop to the floor, undid her bra and stepped out of her lacy black bikini briefs her eyes fixed on his pulsing phallus. Breathing deeply, she walked over to the recliner and sat on the arm beside Scott's right side. She'd read somewhere that the desire of the man was for the woman but the desire of the woman was for the desire of the man. Julie pushed Scott's hand away from his thick, stiff, purple-headed member and started massaging it herself. It appeared that she certainly had his desire and soon he would have her, slaking his desire within her body. She leaned over him, her breasts hanging down to invite his hands. He took one in each mitt and squeezed them alternatively, running his hands down and pulling on each nipple, milking them. "You want me, Scottie," she breathed in his ear, "I know you do. You want to stick this big thing inside me, feel me hot and wet around it, enjoy me while I ride up and down on it until you finally shoot a load into me. And I know you day-dream about making a baby in me, don't you? Well, Scottie, just hang onto that dream. Someday it might come true." Julie swung one leg over his lap, straddling his thighs. Then she pulled the head of his cock up to the opening of her sex and impaled herself on it with a soft moan. There were eight couples in the club and all eight men ravished her. It was a wonder, she thought, that each one was so different but that all were wonderful. Bigger, smaller, thicker, thinner—it really didn't matter. Having a man driving in and out of her, that was the important part. She lay down on Scott's chest, feeling his coarse body hair on her smooth skin and the clutch of his hands fondling, squeezing and bouncing her buttocks. Her hips began to swing forward and back, sliding off of him and then taking him back in to a beat she heard in her head, a dance of desire. That's when Scott's great paws grabbed her by each hip and started setting a rhythm of his own, slowly up and then down like a jackhammer. Her pussy slapped against his pelvis and she felt her entire body jiggle with the impact. He growled up at her, "Were you serious about making a baby for me?" Julie purred. "Serious? In time, I'd be serious about giving you a chance at it. But not the first one. That'll be Larry's with no question about it. In fact, the next time to get into me I'll be carrying it. Won't that be fun, fucking your neighbor's pregnant wife?" Scott grunted agreement and began to swing her left and right as he bounced her up and down. An orange haze descended on Julie's brain leaving her unable to think about anything. All she could do was take the pleasure she was giving him fed back to her. She began to shake in climax. Heading back to her own unit in a happy, post-coital daze, Juliette mused on what she'd said. Would she make a baby for Scott? Not on purpose, she thought, but she certainly would let him have a chance at it. The word, as she understood it, was 'omnigamy', the practice of being married to everyone in a group. According to Chris Maguire, at a barbecue a month or so ago, hunter-gatherer societies practiced it rather commonly. Of course, if you looked at enough of those societies you could find almost any possible sort of arrangement but the people who were omnigamous certainly seemed as happy as any. The women either just had sex with various lovers for the fun of it or they might operate on the belief that you could choose your child's talents by having various men 'father' it. This was biological nonsense, of course, but what could they know? And naturally the men weren't going to complain. Next week she would quit taking her birth control and then she and Larry would embark on a marathon sex session until she tested positive. According to her OB-GYN alternate days were the most likely schedule. It would give Larry time to fully recharge for the next shot and in about a month she should be pregnant. One for Larry, guaranteed—but the next one? She was giving serious consideration to not planning anything, just quit taking the pill and let Nature take its course. If Scott got her, fine. If not, there were seven other men and one or the other was bound to get lucky. ***** Larry came out of the shower the next evening and there, as promised, was Cindy Birnbaum on her knees, naked. His eyebrows popped upwards, she'd 'dressed' for the occasion, her hair pulled back in a ponytail to expose her ears adorned with big, heavy gold hoops. As her head bobbed when she went down on him the earrings would swing back and forth pulling erotically. The hoops were matched by a pair of weighted nipple rings that would do the same. She might be here to pleasure him but she intended to enjoy doing it. More importantly she was wearing the same pair of black and chrome harnesses she'd won back on that night he and Julie had been rather forcefully inducted into the 'club'. He remembered it well. Both of them had been drugged at a party, stripped, tethered into position and then treated with modern technology's most effective elixirs of desire. Despite her initial protests his wife had succumbed to the other men's lust and was now the most active slut in the group. He, in turn, had been first used anally by the other women's dildos and then pulled down on top of a ravenous Cindy Birnbaum to plunder her into cries of ecstasy. "That's right, cowboy," Cindy chortled as she spoke, "tonight you get the whole treatment. First the blow job, then the pegging and finally you fuck me blue. Now come here." She reached up and undid the towel around his waist and let it slowly slide down his legs. Laying a tube of creamy lube next to her knee, she reached up with both hands and began to caress his 'package'. As he hardened in arousal she kissed the helmet, covered it with saliva and then sucked it into her mouth. Turning her head first one way and then the other, licking the underside and stroking the base with her left hand she soon had him pikestaff stiff. She leaned back on her heels to look at her handiwork. "Honey," she purred, "if I let you deep throat me you're just likely to come before we've had our fill so I'll just swallow you a few times and then we'll get onto the next part of the game." Reaching up and taking his ass in both hands, Cindy opened wide and in a single pull drove the man's erection down her throat until her nose bumped onto his pelvis. Larry grabbed her ponytail and held her firmly while he pumped in and out, finally withdrawing completely. "Lie down, baby," she commanded, "and raise those legs. I'm going to make you feel so good." Smearing the end of her projecting dildo with the slippery white cream she placed it at his back door and with a wink thrust home. He moaned. Then she leaned forward over him, put her elbows on the floor and began to fuck him. Peeking in from the doorway, Julie giggled softly. She loved it when he did her that way even more than she loved doing him. If you had given her fifty cents, she'd have stripped down, strapped on and knelt behind Cindy to so the same. But dinner needed fixing and by the time Cindy was done with Larry, he would be too limp to go out to eat. Next time, maybe. Larry was in heaven, his face between Cindy's soft hands, her mouth on his. She drove her tongue into him matching the strokes she make up his butt with the silicone dong If she made him come this way he'd be just as happy as if the positions were reversed but she was taking her time, stretching out the pleasure, making him croon and whimper. Time seemed to vanish. Only sensation remained until at last she lifted her head and smiled down at him. "It's your turn, now, cowboy. Just give me a chance to get out of this harness and then you can just fill me up. Bet you wish I wasn't on the Pill, don't you?" Quickly unsnapping the harness and letting it fall to the floor, Cindy took Larry by the manhood and pulled him over to the king size bed. She crawled up on it and reaching up for him, spread her thighs. "Come on down, baby. Do me. Jump my bones." ***** The next Saturday, with all the men out fishing, the cunt contingent of the Coronado Condo Club was giggling over a bunch of home movies they'd furtively shot of each other having sex with another woman's husband. Right now Julie was blushing bright pink at (1) the sight of Scott's cock pistoning in and out of her and (2) all the other women's highly ribald comments. "Migawd," exclaimed April, "the schlong on that man! Is that what it looks like when he's bonking me? I can't believe I take it all in." "April," Heather drawled, "I don't think there's a man on the planet you couldn't take in—or wouldn't." April pouted. "Not so! I may be a little over affectionate here in Coronado but I do have certain standards. I mean, for one thing I insist on knowing the dude's name." "Julie," Cindy began, "what's this about Scottie maybe making a baby in you?" The room instantly went silent. Julie rolled her eyes. "Men! What I said was that I know he daydreams about it and that someday he might get a chance to. But next month Larry and I are starting a family so let all your guys know that I'm off limits until I test positive. And so is Larry. I don't want him wasting any magic baby juice on anyone but me. Then, in another couple of years I'm thinking, nothing beyond that yet, but thinking of just going off the pill and taking my chances. That means Scott has about one chance in eight of fathering my second. But then, so would all the others." "Sperm wars," Heather McIntyre breathed, "fecundity of the fittest—or at least of the luckiest. I don't know why, but for some reason that actually sounds appealing. Maybe Mike and I should do the same next month. One guaranteed heir for the clan but after that it would be my baby and no one else's business? Interesting." Honey Loong took her chin in her hand, rubbing thoughtfully. "What do you think, Tabitha? Maybe we could make this the Fertile Moon? All of us get preggers with our hubbies this year and then when the whelps are about three opening it up to all comers?" Julie put her hand over her lips to smother a laugh. "My OB-GN says once your period ends, have sex every other night until the test shows positive. She swears she's never seen it fail in normal, healthy couples. Of course, I didn't ask her about perverted, healthy octets . . ." "I'm in." Cindy declared, "The Birnbaum will never know what hit him until I get the baby bump." Some sort of group enthusiasm began to overtake the group and all the women started looking at their calendars, making plans for redecorating, muttering about knitting but most of all—thinking three years ahead! Freeing the Inner Slut When Larry drove down the street to the tennis club, Juliette pulled a bag from behind the sofa. When she got up it was sitting prominently on the kitchen table, a large heavy paper tote in shocking pink with a white cat leering back at the viewer. The little tag tied to the handles read, "To Juliette: Welcome to the The Sluts." She undid the tag, opened the bag, and looked down inside. From its depths she withdrew a box of Plan B 'morning after' pills, a large package of condoms, an extra big tube of lubricant and a squeeze bottle labeled 'PL-6983'. I wonder how long the effects of this stuff last. The label indicated that she could expect to be hot and 'in the mood' for at least four hours after use. She nodded to herself and decided to wait an hour before she shot the magic mist up her nose. In the bottom of the bag were two good-sized, wrapped boxes. She opened the top one and took out a leather and chrome harness. A few minutes experimentation found that it fit snugly, pushed her breasts up provocatively and held a steel ring right over her sex. She was pretty sure what was in the second box and she was right. A set of three dildos in consecutively larger diameters looked up at her from the tissue liner. There was a letter on top from Cindy. "Dear Juliette, you hot little number, The bulb end goes inside you and the cock end goes out through the harness ring. Use lots of lube and start small. After Larry has been fucked a few times, just use the big one. If you need to, you can use the little tube of silicone glue to build up a bud that rubs your clit. It will take a few times but when you've got it all figured out, you'll be able to fuck like a guy and come while you're fucking, just the way they do. It's a gas. Cindy" It all looked intriguing but would have to wait for later. Juliette put the harness and dildo set into her lingerie drawer and then turned on the computer. An hour's web search later, feeling well educated in the ways of anal sex, Julie shot the mist up her nose and went to get clean, inside and out. When Larry got home Juliette seemed to have disappeared. Torn between relief and disappointment he tossed his tennis whites into the laundry and went to take a long, hot shower. Maybe it should have been a long, cold shower. Memories of Cindy's muscular acrobatics after all the 'attention' the women had given him blurred with imagined views of plundering his wife's plump bottom. By the time he reached for the towel, he was stiff as a ramrod. Fully dry he turned to the door to find Juliette leaning on the frame. Once again she was sipping a cup of coffee, once again she was smiling at him and once again she was naked, confident and self-assured. "Gosh, is all that just for lil' ol' me?" She beamed down at his phallus. "It is." "You gonna bend me over?" "I am. And then I'm gonna stick it to you good." He pushed her into the bedroom. As he reached into the closet for a wedge shaped pillow, Julie put the condom package and the gel tube on the bed. Larry dropped the wedge onto the bed next to the packets and gave his wife a push. She bent over the pillow and standing on tiptoe spread her legs and smiled. The other women might get off using the men but she decided that surrender was what she craved. Her inner slut wanted to be used. She arched her back in invitation. Larry's hard cock rubbed up and down her wet labia and then with a relieved sigh he penetrated her. Don't hurry, he reminded himself, I need to last until she cums before I can pop her other cherry. Slowly he withdrew and thrust again. Julie murmured and began to hum at his measured pace. Deepening her breathing she raised her own arousal to just the edge. "Grease me up, baby, get my ass slippery. Then let me have it!" Larry kept thrusting but she heard the top of the lubricant bottle pop off. She closed her eyes in anticipation. His finger massaged her anus spreading the gel all around it. Then he pushed inside, first one finger and then two. More lube and more massage, then he spread his fingers, stretching her muscles wider. She felt him withdraw and then the blunt end of his cock pushed on her ass. She pushed out in return. There was a moment of tension and then suddenly, he was in her. "Ooo!" The sensation was strange. "Wait a second, honey, let me relax." "You're so tight!" "You feel so big. Okay, let me have it." The feeling as his shaft slid through her sphincters was oddly pleasant and very different to anything she knew. I could get used to this. And I guess that's a good thing since the neighbors are probably going to expect it! Oh, this isn't bad at all. "Mmmm, do whatever you want, Larry. This feels good. Different, but good, really good . . ." His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, holding her inescapably. Mastered. I like this. Cindy was wrong. I'm not going to have any question about what I want to do. If a man wants me, he'll get me. I wonder how soon they'll start . . . Finally, Larry sped up, slapping against her butt and finally shooting a load into her with a groan. Julie laid her head down on crossed arms with a contented smile. In the back of her mind her newly free inner slut rubbed her hands together in anticipation. The coming weeks were going to be fun.