"Say-if Rob fucked her, it'd even up your scores," Gillian said. "Or has he already had her?"
"No, she's been all mine up to now," Darla said.
"Go get me my drink," Charlene told me, and I forced my feet forward, each step shifting the plastic phallus stuffing my underbelly and chafing the tip of my long clit. As I leaned forward to lift the glass, I froze. A man was coming from the house; his eyes were upon me.
"Rob, we were just talking about you," Gillian grinned.
"Oh?" he asked, looking toward their lovely, sinuous, very naked bodies.
"Yes-about you balling the girl, here," Darla smirked. "How's that sound?"
He turned and looked me over slowly, deliberately, as if he were estimating the value of a piece of merchandise.
"Cunt-or ass?" he asked.
CHAPTER ONE
The Picture of Ecstasy
I awoke gradually, becoming aware of the muted sound of a train passing by in the distance, opening my eyes to darkness. I realized that I was naked, the air cool enough to stiffen the shell-pink nubs of my nipples into full erection. I had no idea where I was, nor how I came to be there, and found myself trying to remember the time prior to the sleep I had just awakened from.
I started to lift one hand to brush a loose wave of my chestnut hair from my forehead, but nothing happened, my hand and arm refusing to obey my mental command. A sense of panic went through me, and I tried to sit up, to lift my legs, but all my efforts failed. My body seemed to still be asleep. I wondered if perhaps I had been in an accident, and was in a hospital room, but my eyes had become accustomed enough to the darkness that I could perceive that I was in a large, high ceiling room that could have been a warehouse. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing back my panic. Then I heard a door open to my left.
A gentle draft flowed over my long legs, prickling them with goose bumps. I turned my eyes as far to my left as I could, but the doorway was out of my range of vision, though I could see a shaft of light from it, shadows of men weaving through it. This was enough to let me know that I was lying at an angle with my head higher than my feet, which again made me think of a hospital. The panic began to return at the idea of unknown men approaching me, my body exposed, the possibility that I was in an operating room awaiting surgery. If this was not the case, did the men know I was there? If so, what was their intention? If not, how would they react if they discovered me lying there before them, the placement of my arms and legs being in a spread-eagled position, the draft shifting the wispy curlings of my plume-like muff, and chilling the dewy lips of my slightly open cunny. Then the men moved into my line of vision.
Their identities were hidden by the dimness of light as they passed before me, apparently unaware of my presence in the darkness. I had a momentary urge to call out to them for help and was uncertain if I should risk it, much less if I was even capable of speech. The large group sat down, folding chairs rattling, their backs to me.
"I don't understand," an unfamiliar voice said, echoing my thoughts. "How come we're getting to see these skin flicks free?"
"Maybe they're stag films of stags?" another man laughed. "Who cares?"
Were they just there to watch movies, not knowing I was behind them, as naked as any woman in the films could be? I heard a rattling whir from behind me, and light lept out from above to reveal a movie screen set up before the group of men, a projector placed up somewhere behind me, its light revealing the backs of the audience's heads to me. I wondered who was operating the projector. The light also illuminated my body, my creamy flesh seeming to reflect it back from the full teardrops of my breasts, from my firm belly, and my shapely legs. The men in the audience began to give up their conversations as the numbers on the film's leader flashed up from the screen, the title then appearing; Sisters-in-Lust.
The title faded out and we were looking at a backyard swimming pool, a tall fence providing privacy for the three women relaxing on lounge chairs near the side of the pool. The beauty of the women surprised me. "I'm in the mood for a good balling," a woman in her mid-twenties said absently, soft waves of auburn and honey hair spread around her head as she stared up at the sky, a girlish playfulness to the symmetrical beauty of her face.
"What would Alex say to that?" the second woman laughed, her waist-length ebony hair hanging in a shimmering wave as she leaned forward to brush it, dark onyx eyes sparkling liquidly as she glanced at the first woman. "Ay, Gillian?"
"Oh, he's very ... understanding, Darla," Gillian smiled.
"Yeah, like Rob's understanding," Darla chuckled to herself.
"Has he found out there's something to be understanding about?" the third woman asked, stretching out on her stomach, her straight blonde hair brightly reflecting the sun as she pushed it off of her shoulders so that she could reach back and untie her bikini top.
"Now, now, Charlene," Gillian grinned, raising her back so that she could reach back behind her to open the top of her string bikini, "you're not suggesting dear Darla's got something on the side, are you?"
"No, I figure she's getting it front and rear," Charlene chuckled, her top dropping to the lounge chair, the sides of large, conical breasts pushing out from beneath her.
"Bitch," Darla said without anger, brushing her dark hair back over her shoulders, the finely drawn features of her face clearly shown for the first time, her eyebrows arched up and out from above the full curves of the arches over her lidded eyes, long and dark lashes framing her rather mysterious eyes. Her mouth had a forward curve, the tilt of her upper lip deeply cleft, her lower lip ripely full, combining to create a sense of passionate sensuality. "The simple truth of it is that, somehow, Rob got onto the fact that my hairdresser is decidedly not gay, which has made him curious," she explained, stretching out on her stomach, the soft jersey of her maillot pulling up from the bases of her firm ass cheeks, her voluptuous fanny flowing out and up from the small of her back, which the suit fully revealed, and out and up from the tops of her long, shapely legs, curving smoothly into her hips at the sides, the high fullness of which were revealed by her suit's high cut sides.
"But he doesn't actually know anything?" Charlene asked, reaching back to roll the bottoms of her bikini down low on the flare of her cradling hips, exposing the tops of the rounded domes of her ass cheeks past their cleavage, and she tugged the base of the orange cloth up between them, and away from the soft bottoms so that they were exposed but for a thin strip across their centers. The movements raised her shoulders and chest, revealing more of her wide-based tits whose outsides swelled out from the very perimeters of her chest.
"No, I don't think so, but-" she began, cutting off as she glanced back toward the house, the sound of a woman's footsteps approaching.
The camera revealed a slender, willowy young woman wearing a black satin maid's uniform with a white, starched apron, showing her from behind as she carried a tray toward the three women. The short skirt of the uniform showed long, shapely legs, soft waves of chestnut hair shifting above the nape of her neck. There was something familiar about her, but I could not quite place it.
"It certainly took you long enough, girl," Darla said, apparently the mistress of the house, and the camera panned to the right to take in the maid as she came to a stop by the lounge chairs. My eyes opened wide with shock as I realized that I was the actress playing the part in the movie I watched, though I had absolutely no memory of having appeared in it, or of having even seen the women or the house before.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I replied with a subservient curtsy, and held the silver tray out for each of the women to take their drinks. There was something disorientingly bizarre about watching myself on the movie screen that almost made me wonder if it were my double playing the part, but it was not. The maid had my aura of graceful vulnerability, the hair brushed back from her high forehead a few inches shorter than I was wearing it as I lay watching the movie, tracings of pale blue just visible beneath the temples which glinted with flecks of pale down. Large, almond-shaped golden eyes looked out from beneath high upper lids, pronounced arches, and slender, curved eyebrows, the lower lids slender rims, the long lashes dark. The cheekbones were high and rounded, the straight jaw leading down and in to the short jut of my wide chin, the mouth above slightly wide with a suggestion of a pout to the fullness of the lower lip, the upper a degree long, the wide cleft shallow beneath the angled drop of my nose's chiseled tip, the curved bridge of which was slender. Looking at myself as if at a stranger, I was able to view myself with far more objectivity than usual, noting a trace of sultriness in the almost demure, quiet beauty of my face. The uniform clung to my body, the high, lace-trimmed collar clasped around my throat above an eyelet neckline that extended to the centers of my breasts, revealing the insides of the full teardrops.
"Here, put some lotion on my back, girl," my mistress directed, holding a squeeze bottle out toward me after I had served them their drinks, and I took it, carefully setting the tray aside. Resting on her elbows, Darla raised her hands to her shoulders, catching the straps of the swimsuit to pull them down along her upper arms, the big globes of her breasts straining against the soft jersey. I went to one knee beside the lounge chair, uncapping the lotion as she lay down, turning her face toward the other two.
"Anyway, I'm waiting for Rob to get testy next time I have an appointment," she said, picking up their conversation as if I weren't even there, pouring the lotion out into my palms so that I could lean toward her to press my hands to the supple sinuousness of her back's contouring, working the lotion into the creamy bronze of her soft flesh, stroking her shoulders. From the corner of my eye I saw the minute top of Gillian's loosened top slip down the slopes of her pectorals as she raised up to take a sip of her drink, the jade fabric hanging onto the uptilted, wide-based globes that were set a bit low on her long torso, caught upon her nipples, the tops of soft, pale cocoa aureolas exposed, her firm belly curled tightly. Quickly, as if afraid of being caught, I moved my eyes back to Darla's back which was now gleaming with the lotion, my hands moving down toward the defined muscles to either side of her spine at the small of her back, dimples at their outer bases.
"Well, if he's getting his, what's the hassle?" Charlene asked, her china blue eyes toward Darla as she raised up on her elbows to take a drink, oblivious to the fact that the untied top remained on the lounge chair, the lush projections of her plump, pointed tits sagging only a trifle, which seemed to only increase their sense of ripeness, her nipples long, thick pegs which stabbed out from the paler pink of her soft aureolas.
"Oh, he's getting his," Darla laughed. "Get my legs now," she told me without even glancing back over her shoulder, and I moved my hands to her full thighs, firm from swimming, noticing that the subtle gap between them matched the center base of her fanny to create an incurving diamond shape. I moved my palms down to the backs of her knees, and got more lotion before continuing on to her curvaceous calves which tapered into slender ankles, her feet having a smooth formation to them, her toes long. As I finished with her ankles, she spread them wide, presenting the insides of her long legs for lotioning. Obediently, I started back up, moving higher and higher as they talked, finally stroking the tender insides of her thighs right up to her body's underarch, the woman showing no sign that I should stop, only her face, which I could not see, showing her arousal.
"Let me have the lotion," Charlene said, stretching her long, slender arm out over Darla, her long blonde hair drifting in a light breeze, a two-inch division revealed between the plump cones of her naked tits.
"Oh, she'll get it for you," Darla smiled at the blonde. "Won't you?" she said to me, leaving no doubt that I was being told to. I nodded and stood, moving around between the lounge chairs as Charlene stretched back out, folding her forearms under the side of her face, only the rolled-down bikini bottoms covering her. "She's quite good-for some things," Darla said mockingly as I leaned forward to pour some lotion onto Charlene's back. Wearing very high-heeled black leather shoes, the short skirt of my uniform rode up as I leaned from the waist, the backs of my thighs exposed, and then the filigreed nylon of my panties.
"Say, those are nice," Gillian said, sitting up from behind me to lean forward, the top of her string falling away from the uptilted globes of her breasts, her cratered nipples a pinkish tan in the light tan of her aureolas, and she lifted the skirt even higher.
"Do a good job now," Darla said before I could look around, a look of surprise on my face, and I started to rub the lotion into the slender flow of Gillian's back down to the base of her rib cage from where it began to flow into the small of her back and her ass.
"I had a pair just like these that I'd all but forgotten about," Charlene said, sliding the fingers of one hand through the legging on one side of my panties, the backs of her long fingers against one of my full, rounded ass cheeks, the cleavage partially visible through the translucent nylon. "Wonder what brand they are."
"Look and see," Darla suggested, and I stiffened as the auburn and honey-haired woman pushed the skirt up below the small of my back and above the waistband of the panties, so that she could pull them down to the undersides of my uptilted fanny, turning the label out so that she could read it.
"Relax, will you," Darla said to me. "We're not going to tear your precious panties, so do your job," she directed, and I nodded quickly, my face flushed as Charlene's turned hand continued to press up against one rounded cheek's fullness, my hands spreading and contracting over Gillian's skin as I moved them down to the small of her back, starting to lift them so that I could move to her legs.
"Get my tush too," she told me. "Don't want it burned."
"Why don't you have her just take off the bottoms-nobody here but us girls," Darla suggested with a broad grin.
"Yeah, do that," Gillian told me, Charlene letting my skirt drop back over the upper half of my fanny, not bothering to raise the panties from beneath them. Swallowing hard, I untied the sides of Gillian's bottoms, and drew them down between her long, rounded thighs to slip them out from under her, the thicket of her auburn curls gleaming with the sunlight as they were exposed, the lower half of her low-slung cunt showing. My hands trembling, I moved them down over the rounded domes of her ass cheeks, spreading my palms to cup their resilient softness, stroking the lotion into her light, rosy-gold flesh, the cleavage shifting between them as I moved my palms downward, and then out to the sides of her hips, the light gleaming from the oiled flesh.
"Get the pattes de derriere, too," Charlene murmured, "the tops of my thighs where they meet my ass," she explained, and I moved my fingers back in, pressing the tips into the supple shallows of the tender junctures, slowly working my hands in toward one another, her flesh glowing, the wispy curlings of her dusky gold muff just below my fingers as they came together at the center base of her ass. "And between," she said just as I started to shift my hands to her thighs. My eyes glanced uncertainly toward her, the urge to protest forced back, and I stroked the insides of my thumbs up between the soft cushions, drawing them apart, and the sun gleamed from pale white down, the pale pink bud of her anus exposed.
"I suspect Rob may've gotten his information from my big-mouthed servant," Darla said in a half whisper to Gillian, and I turned with an expression of hurt surprise.
"Oh no, ma'am, I-"
"Were you spoken to?" she cut me off coolly.
"N-no. No, ma'am," I whispered, lowering my eyes, and turned back to Charlene's thighs, moving down and then back up the insides of her thighs, the soft curlings of her thatch brushing the backs of my fingers as I worked the lotion into her flesh, the woman's fanny shifting as she enjoyed the sensations.
"You didn't put lotion on my ass," Darla said as I straightened, my skirt dropping down over my naked fanny, a suggestion of hurt feelings mixing with her tone of irritation.
"But your suit-" I began with a stammer, trailing off as she shook her head wearily, and she reached back to the bottom of her maillot to pull the soft jersey up from the voluptuous, uptilted globes of her ass cheeks, the fabric drawing up between them, visible in the wider upper half of her cleavage, the cloth curving around the tops of her high, full hips. Below her ass, the tightened jersey molded to the rich hillock of her cunny.
Swallowing hard, I again went to one knee beside her and poured some of the lotion onto each of the luxuriant globes where it clung brightly atop the creamy bronze. My upper teeth indented my lower lip as I put the squeeze bottle aside and I reached back over the lift of her fanny, forcing my spread hands down timidly until I was cupping the peaks of those lush orbs, and I pressed my fingers down into their firm richness, spreading the lotion. Smiling, she closed her eyes, shifting her hips pleasurably, her shapely thighs widening. My breathing shallow, I dampened my lips, forcing myself to do as I had been told.
Behind me, out of my line of vision, Gillian looked toward Charlene with a wink, holding her glass up for her to note as she shifted to sit directly behind me, and I continued to knead the richness of Darla's backside until it gleamed with the lotion. A faint film of perspiration on my forehead, I inhaled deeply as I finished, and moved back to stand, inadvertently bumping into Gillian who had positioned herself for that to happen.
I gasped with surprise, whirling as she gave a short curse. Her glass held out from her, she was looking down at her stomach's long supple flow, the shallows to the sides accented by the forward curving of her torso. An inch below the small-lipped roundness of her deeply set navel, just above the base of her stomach, a droplet of her drink, brandy or rum, clung to her flesh, the lotion coating her belly holding the droplet that quivered with light, the glow of her skin showing through to brighten the quicksilver-like solidity of the droplet.
"Oh, this is the end, you wretched bitch!" Darla said with exasperated anger, turning to sit up and see what had happened, and I looked at her helplessly, unable to form words of defense. My eyes again away from her, Gillian grinned, quickly reaching to each hip to loosen the bottoms of her string, Charlene pressing her hand to her mouth to keep herself from laughing. "Clean Miss Bastrop's stomach off, clumsy," Darla told me sternly, and I nodded quickly, picking up a towel as I turned back to Gillian.
She had leaned back on her elbows, her hips at the edge of the lounge chair toward me, her spread legs facing me. I started to squat down between her thighs to lean forward so that I could wipe away what had been a single drop of her drink, only to notice that there was now more of it upon her. She sat forward, her loosened bottoms' diminutive triangle curling out from her low-slung mound, auburn curls showing across the exposed top, the liquor sliding down over the light curve of her stomach's base in a wide rivulet, down her firm abdomen and into the soft curls.
"Well?" she asked, looking at me with a victorious smile. My face lifted to look forward, and I simply sank down to my knees before her, reaching forward to draw the towel down, drying her stomach and abdomen, coming to the level top of her muff. "Perhaps it'd be simplest to open my bottoms," Gillian suggested, and I nodded, unable to argue. I reached to each of her slender, yet full hips, drawing the strings free, the ones from the front triangle drifting down over the insides of her long, rounded thighs where flecks of pale down gleamed, but the cloth stayed up, held between the center sides of her cunny and her inner thighs' tops. I would have to lower it.
Darla and Charlene watched with enjoyment as I let the towel slip from my fingers to drop across my curled thighs as I balanced on the balls of my feet. I gingerly caught the top of the jade knit between thumbs and forefingers, peeling it forward from the auburn hair that covered her loins, her posture at the chair's edge forcing her plump mound forward, the sunlight catching the liquid's path down into the bright thicket. I started to pick the towel up.
"No," Gillian said, smiling sensuously down at me, her hands resting on her thighs, her straightened arms pressing her shoulders up around the playful youthfulness of her face, her body's curving between shoulders and hips thrusting the uptilted globes of her breasts out, her upper arms pushing forward the full pectorals that sloped down into her tits to accent them. "Use my top-it's softer," she said in a husky whisper, and I blinked with confusion for a moment before moving my eyes around to locate the skimpy top of the string.
I lifted the soft knit triangles, held together by slender strings, finding it difficult to grasp the bits of fabric for wiping. But I touched joined fingertips against the top of her muff, the thin triangles between her flesh and mine as I pressed them in against the cushioning of her muff to soak up the moisture, Gillian's eyes lidding. I worked the cloth from side to side, shifting the soft hair as I worked down, nearing her slit, and she leaned back, her hands going back behind her, her legs opening wider and wider until the outsides of her calves pressed against the side of the lounge chair, and her furrow parted below my hand, the auburn curls untwining to present a clear view of her pastel pink cleave.
As her damp cunt opened, it allowed the line of liquid to continue downward and into her. I swallowed hard, my trembling fingers sinking to the very edge of her splayed sex. She smiled dreamily at me, and eased back onto her elbows, arching her hips, and I saw the pearl of her clit press out from its hood of soft, inner flesh.
"Get all of it, now," Darla's voice urged, and I started to speak, to point out the impossibility of drying the droplet of liquor from the wet goblet of Gillian's cunny, it having already merged with her heavy secretions, but I also realized the futility of speaking, and so I forced my fingers down into the soft pink blossom, the triangles quickly soaking through with her juices as my quivering fingers pressed them into her. Gillian murmured blissfully. My fingertips gleamed wetly. "Oh, her top's soaked right through," Darla said with mock sympathy. "Perhaps, it's be simpler to just ... lick it up," she said, grinning lasciviously. "I think I can even see the drop," she whispered, leaning forward to look over my shoulder. "Right there," she purred, pointing to Gillian's clit. "Lick it up, right now," she told me, sternness entering her whisper, and I closed my eyes for a moment, steeling myself, afraid to disobey, my hand slipping from the sleek groove of Gillian's underbelly to my thighs, the knit top clinging damply to them, the towel sliding off. I sank forward onto my knees, unable to support myself any longer upon the halls of my feet, and I let my momentum carry my head forward, my face pressing into the shimmering pinkness of Gillian's cloven mound. My tongue slid out, long and pink.
Darla and Charlene smiled with carnal delight, the bottom of Darla's high-cut maillot tugging at her slit, the back still between her ass cheeks, and she reached down to gather the jersey at her crotch as she spread her thighs, the rich hillock of her cunt curving out from her near flat abdomen and from the tops of her inner thighs to stand out even with the fronts of her thighs when she was standing. Those full cheeks came into view, and then soft curlings of ebony that narrowed downward, the lips of her nook and the dusky pink of her furrow following before she eased the jersey into herself much like it was in the back, her eyes on my wide tongue that tapered to a pointed tip as I moved it over the small orb of Gillian's clit, my lips brushing the tremoring splay surrounding it. Gillian moaned, biting at the curve of her full lower lip that was almost of the same thickness across the width of her mouth. The fully naked Charlene moved her hand down the long, supple flow of her belly, along the shallow indentation that ran into her abdomen, her cunt seeming a continuation of both of them in its full plushiness. Her slit visible through the dusky gold wisps of her downy thatch, she curled her fingers up into it to stroke her clit as I tongued Gillian's.
Gillian groaned, dropping onto her back, her arms spreading so that she could grip the other side of the chair. My lips, cheeks, and chin were coated with her juices, my eyes closed as I continued in a steady rhythm. Darla touched her hands to her upper arms where the straps of her swimsuit hung loosely curled, and she pulled them downward past her elbows so that she could slip her arms through, the soft jersey drawing down over the big globes of her tits, from the pale pinkish-tan of her aureolas, their rims undefined, and off the thick, uptilted pegs of her nipples which were a shade darker. Her breasts were amazingly firm for their size, standing our proudly, firm pectorals giving the orbs additional support. Pushing the straps between the suit and her body, she pushed the cloth down six inches below her naked tits before lifting her hands to squeeze the creamy bronze of those globes, pinching at the pinkish-tan nubs as she watched, her breathing deepening as Gillian twisted from the waist in a frenzy of excitement, cries opening her mouth wide as my tongue provoked a string of orgasms. I felt aroused, too.
Gillian tensed with a gasp, trembled on the brink of release, and then cried out hoarsely, a shudder running through her as she came, sinking back limply, her breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing. Slowly, I lifted my flushed face from the drenched burrow of her still spasming sex, gasping for breath as deeply as she was, and apparently not hearing the other two women coming to the play of their own fingers behind me. The sunlight glowed from the spendings painting the bottom half of my face and from the perspiration filming the upper half. I sat back upon my calves, my face lowering until my chin rested against my chest in the eyelet neckline of my uniform.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, young lady," Darla said sharply a few moments later, catching the lobe of my ear between thumb tip and forefinger to pull me back and up, my eyes opening with surprise at the firm pinching that drew me around toward her. "Have you learned not to speak without permission, and to be tidy?" she asked sternly.
"Y-yes, ma'am," I assured her, wincing as she pulled my head down toward hers.
"Very good, but learning your lessons and deportment are not all that we are concerned with as good teachers. Discipline must not be overlooked, and so we must keep you after class if you are to be a good little pupil," she advised, Gillian's eyes flickering open to watch, Charlene grinning. "So, lift your skirt quickly, girl," she told me, and I started to protest, only to restrain myself as she increased the pressure of her hold. I caught the hem of my uniform's short skirt in my hands and lifted it from my already naked fanny and from my near naked loins, the filigreed nylon of my panties having pulled down from the firm curve of my abdomen past the tops of my thighs to bare the top of my wispy, chestnut plume. "You're very disarranged, I must say," Darla commented, and pulled my panties down three inches below the full mound of my sex so that it encircled each thigh while holding them together like a slender and fragile pair of cuffs. She looked at how the downy soft plume of my hair rose up along the center of my cunny that was cradled within the fullness of my slightly wide hips, the space between seeming even broader due to the outsides of my plush cunt halves being hairless. Blushing, I stood holding my skirt up, the lobe of my ear pink from her pinch. Darla grasped my hips to turn me around in a full circle, allowing the other two women to fully observe my nakedness, Gillian's energy returning enough for her to raise back up onto her elbows, her slit still open, the sunlight winking from its pastel pink interior. "I think we can spare the rod without spoiling the child this time, don't you agree, ladies?" she said to the other two who nodded, and she looked up at my expression of relief before adding: "A taste of my palm should be sufficient," and she pulled me down suddenly to lie across her lap, her thighs silky soft against the tops of mine and my loins, my naked ass thrust upward as she tossed my skirt up over my lower back. "But ... a drink first," she said, drawing out my apprehension, my eyes tightly shut against the expected stinging of her hand, and I heard her take a drink, putting her glass back down a few moments later.
Her left hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, and her palm came down against the rounded cheeks of my fanny, her hand damp from the glass, and I gasped at the smack of her wet palm and fingers, my hips twisting, my hand clenching. Her hand lifted instantly to flash back down a moment later, laid sharply across both full globes which quivered from the impact, a moan breaking free of my lips as her hand flashed up and down, My creamy skin glowed pinkly, Darla moving her point of delivery so that she could cover the whole of each buttock, the cleavage seeming particularly pale in contrast.
"So, you haven't learned how to keep quiet," she said upon hearing me cry out, and she paused. "Perhaps being gagged would make it easier for you to remember," she mused, "but what to use...?" she wondered, glancing around us until her eyes came to rest upon Charlene's full cunny, her slit visible through the curlings of her dusky gold thatch. "Ah, I see that she got lotion upon your lovely bush, my dear Charlene. Perhaps, we can have her finish cleaning up after herself, and have her yelping gagged at the same time," she smiled into Charlene's china blue eyes, and the woman stood up to come over and sit at the other end of the lounge chair from Darla, turning to face toward us, her right leg drawing up onto the chair, her knee out toward the other side, her left leg turned out from the edge of the chair to rest on its foot. The plush lift of her pussy opened behind the equally pink heel of her foot, which was just beneath my raised face as Darla pivoted upon her fanny to sit at an angle toward Charlene, bringing my face into the woman's loins.
Charlene inched herself a bit closer, one arm back atop the chair's back, her other arm's hand cupping her left knee as she drew her leg upward to rest her foot on the edge of the chair, opening her snatch wider as I let my face down into it, muzzling myself with her sex as Darla began to spank me again. I twisted upon her lap, any moans I might have made covered by Charlene's groanings as she reacted to the twistings of my mouth and tongue within her cleave as she watched the dance of my ass cheeks beneath the steady rain of Darla's hand. What was visible of my face did not tell whether I was squirming with pain from the spanking, or from ecstasy, or from a combination of the two.
"These are getting in the way," Darla said, pausing, and she pushed my panties down past my knees to slip them up my calves and over my feet while I continued to move my mouth within Charlene's golden thatch, her juices and my saliva seeping out from the juncture of her lips and my cheeks. "You liked these, didn't you, Gillian? I'm sure she'll be happy to make you a present of them, won't you?" she said, her question to me enunciated firmly, and I nodded against the spasmings of Charlene's cunny, her foot's inner arch turning under the press of my tits. "Do you have any more of this type?" she asked me, and I again nodded, which set Charlene's underbelly into convulsions of ecstasy. "Well, Gillian, why don't you look around in her room later and pick them up, along with anything else that might appeal to you, un-likely though that may be," she said, handing my panties to the woman. "You'd like her to do that, wouldn't you?" she said to me, bringing her palm down against the undersides of my ass cheeks where they met, and I gasped up into the contractions and expansions of Charlene's hive, my eyes tightening as I fought against the sharper sting of her words. Then, I nodded, Charlene going limp against the back of the chair, her left foot dropping to the flagging beside the pool. "Now, why don't you be a sweet thing and put Miss Bastrop's new panties on for her while we finish?" she said sweetly, and I pushed myself unsteadily to my feet, my face now painted with Charlene's spendings.
Gillian held the panties out toward me with one hand as she leaned back on her other arm, her long legs lifting together toward me, and I slipped them around the high arches of her slender feet, down her long, shapely legs, and up around the tops of her downed thighs, leaning forward as she dropped her feet, she turned her knees toward me as I struggled to slip the panties up around her high hips, leaning forward from the waist, my skirt lifting from my now totally naked fanny, and Darla stood up beside me, facing in the opposite direction, her left arm curving over my hips for her hand to cup the right one. As I moved the panties up over the thicket of auburn ringlets fully covering Gillian's loins, Darla brought her right hand down against my upthrust ass, picking up the spanking, my straightened legs tensing below the smarting clapping of her hand against my ass. I finished putting my panties on the woman, looking down at her body in them with regret, my lips pressed tightly together until Darla finished.
"My, but all that exercise has made me thirsty," she chuckled to the other two women, and sat back down where Charlene had sat, taking a sip from her glass. My skirt dropping down to again cover me, I straightened. Charlene was lazing in the afterglow of her climax, her naked body stretched out. Gillian sat dressed in my translucent panties. Darla sat back with her drink, her big tits naked, the bottom of her maillot, which was cut high on her full, high hips, pulled up within her slit and into the cleavage of her ass, so that only her stomach, abdomen, hole, and anus were covered.
"Is there anything else madam requires?" I asked, lifting the silver tray.
"You know, the poolside getting close to needing cleaning again," she said, glancing around. "You must come over sometime when she's tending to it," she said to the other two, ignoring me. "We have her stripped down naked so she won't mess her uniform up, there being no special uniform for this task, and she gets down on her hands and knees to wash the flagging with a toothbrush, which allows her to really clean the rough texture of them. So that she won't have to lug around the pale of water and cleanser, we have one with a special handle that unfastens on one side so that it can be looped over her neck and refastened, letting her carry it around her neck and close to her hands. She really looks quite amusing, her ass thrust up behind her as she moves about on all fours, the tops of her titties against the shifting run of the pail, her pussy winking back at you," she laughed, glancing up at me.
"It sounds very entertaining," Gillian laughed with her, my face bowed with humiliation that she should be telling them this. "And you do enjoy it, don't you, dear?" she chuckled, and I reluctantly had to nod.
"As much as when Mrs. Waco gave you to me for a day so you could clean my house?" Charlene asked. "When I wetted down the tile floor in the large bathroom, and then soaped the whole front of your body so that you could swim around on top of it while you washed it?" she smiled over the rim of her glass, then taking a long swallow as I blushed. "She looked quite sweet with the front of her all sudsy, her boobs and box, too. Why, I had to hose her down," she laughed, and I fidgeted, shifting my weight from high heel to high heel as Darla and Gillian debated whether the soap or arousal had made that necessary.
"That reminds me," Darla said, "that I wanted you to hose down the poolside area," she said, nodding toward the hose which lay nearby. I nodded, and put the tray back down, crossing to pick up the hose. "No, don't step over it," Darla told me as I leaned forward, starting to lift my left foot over with my right, "just pick it up like that." I obeyed, gripping the thick rub her tubing in my hand as I straightened, the hose lifting up between my legs to brush against the hem of my uniform. "I'll turn it on for you," she said, and I moved toward the side of the pool, not seeing her whisper to Gillian before going to the spigot which was atop a foot-high pipe near the house. The water came on, and I adjusted the nozzle to full force, spraying the flagging. Suddenly, I started, Gillian raising the hose some six feet behind me to a point level with her stomach, the hose lifting taut between my legs and against the underarch of my body, rubbing against the underside of my cunny like a very long cock's shaft. My hands tightened on the end of the hose, and Gillian began to jerk lightly on the hose, sending vibrations through it and through my underbelly, twirling it to rub my slit and the insides of my thighs. Then Darla began to increase the water pressure, the surging water trembling the rubber against my hypersensitive cunt lips, Gillian continuing to move the vibrating length between my trembling legs, my hands gripping the end of the hose like a cock spewing come out from between my legs as raptures swirled my mind.
"Want t' play jump rope?" Gillian laughed back to Charlene, letting out the slack as she swung the hose in a widening arc that played a faster rhythm between my unsteady legs and against my clit, my face lifted high, my shoulders bunched as my body shook with orgasms. I took a staggering step forward, lost my balance as I came with a sobbing groan, and fell in slow motion, the hose coming loose of my hands, my hair floating in the air, the hose spraying wildly, the sun catching in the rainbowed jetting, my face altering as I reached the apex of my climax, softening into bliss as my long legs lifted high, my arms going wide, and I went into the pool, the water splashing high as I went through. I came down into the water, the light swirling over me, the black satin of the uniform clinging to my limp body, the skirt billowing up from my quivering cunt and my fanny, spent from my culmination.
The three women moved to the edge of the pool, looking down into the water as I turned slowly beneath the surface, floating in my ecstatic raptures brought on by the depth of my fulfillment rather than by the depth of the water. Then I rose, lifting high, my mouth opened wide to fill my lungs, refreshed as I trod water. Darla pushed her lowered maillot down and off her hips, raising her statuesque legs to step out of it, grinning down at me as she stood naked by the edge of the pool.
"You look so much like a pearl diver that I'm going to let you dive for my pearl," she laughed, and sprung out into the air in a smooth, well-formed dive that sent her down deep below me. Inhaling deeply, I kicked back and up, following her downward, my fanny flashing above the surface for a moment.
Darla arched to the side, turning over to look back up as I swam down toward her, the ebony curls of her muff loosened outward from the rich hillock of her outstanding cunny, tiny air bubbles pearling the crest that narrowed down under her torso, her big tits shifting buoyantly as she kept herself near the bottom, her full thighs open. I pushed down and between her legs, grasping the firmness of her hips as I guided my face to the shifting undergrowth of her body, her slit opening to reveal her dusky pink interior to my lips, and I pressed my mouth and nose within the softness that seemed not unlike the inside of an oyster as I pushed my tongue through my tightened lips to seek out the pearl of her clit. Her cleave closing around my lower face, I was able to open my mouth, and locked my throat against swallowing water as I licked her apex.
Her long hair floated in dark tendrils, her lips curling in a ecstatic smile as I went down on her, our bodies turning as we drifted. The black satin clung to my body, outlining my nipples, my skirt floating up from my rounded ass cheeks, my legs open from around the underside of my cunny, the wispy curlings of my plume like a haze down the center of my mound. I closed my lips around her clit as I moved my face back and up a bit from her, her curvaceous legs wrapping around my body beneath my arms like a shapely octopus' tentacles, squeezing deliciously as she fought to keep her groans stifled, to keep her mouth closed, our bodies beginning to rise. My face showed the strain of holding my breath, my lips tugging at her clit, my hands clutching her hips. Unable to hold out any longer, I gripped her legs, yanking them wide as I pulled free of her clit, and I exhaled into her snatch, the air rushing out in a flurry of bubbles that swirled around her tremoring labia, sending her into a paroxysm of pleasure, the pearls of oxygen bursting around the pearl of her clit, clinging to the dusky pink of her spasming cleave, seeming to erupt from her in a swirling climb toward the surface, her mouth opening as she cried out her own breath, the water around us now filled with bubbles as we rose to break the surface, Darla's large tits bobbing wetly as we gasped hungrily for air.
I floated for several minutes, regaining my breath, and then turned toward the end of the pool to climb out, seeing Darla sitting right on the edge of the pool, the plump purse of her cunny thrust forward, her muff clinging wetly like a gleaming seal's pelt. Her pale aureolas were tight from the water, the thick nipples swollen. As she dried her hair, I pulled myself up onto the flagging, my soaked uniforms molding to my body, water spilling from the silk. My hair clung to my scalp in small ringlets, all make-up gone from my face, and I looked very young as I stood pressing my hair back to force the water from it.
"She did have a few nice things," Gillian said, coming from the house with an overnight bag in her hand, the panties she now wore identical to the others but of a lavender color. I looked hurt that she had taken the offer of my things. "Oh, I brought you something to change into," she smiled toward me, putting the bag down to open it.
"Yes, have to get you out of these wet things before you catch your death," Darla grinned, standing up before me, and she curled her fingers into the eyelet neckline, suddenly jerking her hands outward, buttons popping, the black silk tearing away down to my waist. Charlene stepped forward to pull my arms from the sleeves, the ripped cloth hanging down over the skirt and the starched apron. The full teardrops of my breasts were tight from the cool water, the cupped nubs of my shell-pink nipples tightened around the gentle rises of my pale aureolas. My belly's soft curve tightened as Darla yanked the uniforms and apron down, accenting the subtle indentation that extended from between the centers of my tits down to just above the raised furl of my navel in its deep socket. The cloth pulled from the lush cradle of my hips, over my uptilted ass and from my cunny, my plume clinging brightly to the center of my mound to accent my slit. I stood there before them, the creamy flesh of my body gleaming wetly, drops of water sparkling from my breasts and thighs, my hair back from my face, clinging to my head, a figure both sensual and vulnerable.
"First, something for her titties," Gillian said, stepping forward, a wide belt of black leather in her hands.
"Well, even though it was in her room, that's mine," Darla smiled.
"I suspected as much," Gillian grinned, stepping around behind me to loop the belt around my breasts. She slipped the tongue through the metal buckle and pulled firmly with one hand, the other against my back, the leather tightening around my body, indenting my breasts, the natural texture of the leather against my nipples as the tops and bottoms of my tits pushed out from above and below. Finally, she fastened the belt and finished buckling it. "Now for your cunt and buns," Gillian smiled, giving me a slap on one ass cheek as she moved back to the bag to take out two more belts.
"Aw, her poor puss is going to be all lonely," Charlene cooed sympathetically, drifting the backs of her knuckles along my furrow, my eyes closing as I shivered at the contact.
"Oh, I found something in her room just perfect for that," Gillian brightened, and I watched her take a flesh-colored, sculpted dildo from the bag. "Just spread your feet," she told me, and I obeyed, the lips of my snatch opening, and I looked down as Charlene pressed her hands to either side so that she could hold me open wide for Gillian to slide the long, thick phallus up fully into my cunny.
"But what about her button?" Charlene said as I tensed at the delicious sensations the filling bulk of the dildo sent through me, and she caught the inch-long node of my erect clit, the contact flashing an orgasm through me that almost caused me to lose my footing. "What about it?" she asked, ignoring my reaction.
"I've thought of that," Gillian assured her, and circled my waist with one of the belts, fastening it behind me. She pulled it tight, and again I winced, but she left a bit of slack, fastening it but not buckling it. Coming back around in front of me, she slipped the wide leather of the other belt under it and through its own buckle, looping it to the one around my waist so that it hung down in front of my snatch. "Alright, hold her box open again," Gillian said to Charlene, who did so, and she drew the belt through my legs, up before the cleavage of my ass, and behind the buckle of the other belt, pulling the leather against my exposed clit, my cunt, the underarch of my body, and against the center of my fanny. Charlene stepped back, the lips of my pussy pushed out to the sides, though covered, and Gillian held the end of the belt taut in one hand while cupping each of my uptilted ass cheeks with her other hand to push them out to the sides as far as they would go, widening my cleavage under the leather. Then she worked the end of the belt up under the one around my chest and back down through its buckle, securing it before unhooking the waist belt to draw it even tighter before buckling it. The end of the breast belt sticking out from the middle of my back, I was covered more than Gillian had been by her string, but I looked even more naked, the tops and bottoms of each teardrop breast bulging out from under the top belt, the outsides of my loins bare, my buttocks pushed outward. They examined Gillian's handiwork, and I stood drunkenly swaying, the press of the leather against my nipples and the tip of my clit which combined with the dildo, filled me with raptures.
"Um, it seems a bit loose to me," Gillian observed.
"We could have her get back in the pool till the leather's soaked, then let it dry out and tighten," Charlene suggested cheerfully.
"Well, I like it much more than her old uniform," Darla said. "I think this'll be your uniform from now on," she told me.
"What would Rob say to that?" Charlene laughed.
"Say, if he fucked her, it'd even your scores up," Gillian said. "Or has he already had her?"
"No, she's been mine while he's had his woman barber," Darla said, considering Gillian's idea.
"Go get my drink," Charlene told me, and I forced my feet forward, each step shifting the phallus stuffing my underbelly and chafing the tip of my long clit. As I leaned forward to lift the glass, I froze, a man coming from the house, his eyes upon me.
"Rob, we were just talking about you," Gillian grinned, nudging Darla.
"Oh?" he asked, looking toward their lovely bodies, Gillian's transparent panties the only clothing between the three.
"Yes, about you balling her since you found out about my hairdresser," Darla smiled, and he looked back toward me as I returned with the drink. "How's that sound?"
"Cunt or ass?" he asked, looking me over.
"Whichever you want, or both. Mouth and tits as a bonus," Darla laughed, and began to undress him. "Like her new uniform?"
"It has lots of advantages," Gillian told him, pulling my body forward from the waist, and she and Charlene slid their hands beneath the belt running down my back. "You can carry her like a suitcase, thusly," she grinned, "or, you've got a leash for walking her backwards," she said, having me straighten as she took the length of belt extending from my back to pull me several steps away.
"Yes, but you need easier access to her cunt and ass hole," he said, Charlene helping Darla to finish removing his clothing, his cock standing out long and thick above heavy balls, his plump knob a light lavender. "But I've an idea," he smiled, and loosened the belt curving under my body, then taking a sharp pocket knife from his trousers as I watched with widened eyes to see him cut two long holes in the leather, one over the center of my cunt and the other over my anus, the size of the opening not effecting the pressure on my clit, nor on the edges of the dildo's base.
The belt tightened. Darla took the end of the breast belt and had me walk out onto the diving board. She and the other two women dropped into the water, reaching up to turn me face down, and Darla grasped my wrists to hold my arms straight, Gillian and Charlene each taking an ankle to pull my legs down from the board so that I straddled it. Nodding with a grin, Rob walked up behind me and ran his bare foot over my exposed ass cheeks.
"Nothing like a good deep dive," he laughed, and lay down over me, his big prick moving through the hole in the leather and into the carnation pink bud of my anus. I groaned, my mouth widening as he filled my backside with his thick length, the dildo filling my cunt, his movements shifting my nipples and clit against the belts. I shook with an orgasm, and he pressed in to the hilt, his hips turning as he churned within my rectum.
Under the surface of the pool, the three women moved their legs together, entwining them to stroke one another's slits, their tits bobbing in and out of the water as I moaned and twisted, thrusting my fanny back up against Rob's hips, grinding my loins against the diving board, crying out for more, begging him to move faster and harder, the three women murmuring with orgasms as my scream filled the soundtrack of the room, echoing through the large room being used as a theatre. I was overwhelmed by the images of myself giving pleasure upon demand, and of receiving pleasure, of being dominated and bound, of having dildo and cock within me, of caressing and going down on the women, of writhing beneath Rob, bucking my ass up against his thrusting prick, of seeing my body held while it spasmed with ecstasies, of seeing my face twist with the intensity of my orgasms. Without realizing it, I had regained control of my power of movement, and my fingers pressed into the damp heat of my slit as if to press the phallus that the movie image of myself had within her hive, my ass cheeks squirming against the sheets as if upon Rob's big tool. My groans merged with those on die soundtrack, the three women thrashing in the water as they came, Rob gripping the edges of the diving board as his muscles stood out in relief, his buttocks flexing as he moved faster within my squirming ass. His cock began to spasm, his face lifting toward the sky as he groaned out hoarsely, his come blasting up into my bowels, overflowing my rectum to froth up around his still pistoning thickness. I lifted my face high, my mouth open as wide as it could go in a scream without any more breath behind it, and that was thus silent. The sounds merged into the oscillating pitch of a synthesizer on the soundtrack, a pitch that went higher and higher as I continued to shudder and twist both on the screen and upon the bed, the sound becoming my silent shriek of release as I continued to come in a tumultuous frenzy of orgasms.
My eyes too glazed to notice, the camera drew back from the poolside scene, the audience and I silent except for their deepened breathing and my ragged gaspings, the men aroused, too, by having viewed my performance. The End came up on the screen, and the projector ceased its whirring. Stunned by seeing what I had seen at sharing my raptures with a film image of myself, I still could remember nothing of the making of the movie, though the length of my hair told me it had been several months before since my hair had lengthened from the top of my neck's nape to my shoulders, nor could I place the house nor my co-stars.
The lights came on slowly in spaced areas of the room, dimly revealing it to be a gymnasium. Standing up, the men talked amongst themselves with some laughing huskily.
"As a special added attraction, fellas, you'll notice ..one of two twins said, motioning in my direction, and the men looked toward the bed that was mounted at an angle upon the bleachers, their eyes blinking with amazement to see me, the star of the movie. I was spread-eagled naked before them, my face flushed, my body still quivering, my fingers still within my cunny, my juices shining from them.
CHAPTER TWO
Intermission Refreshments
My eyes flickered open at the words, looking at the men without comprehension, and then at the twins. They were about seventeen, identically handsome in a boyishly rugged way with swimmers' builds, their skin well tanned, and their hair lightened by the sun. Somehow, I knew they were my lovers, lovers I had surrendered myself to more completely than to the characters in the film, that they were the embodiment of my desires' realization within two identical bodies, that they served my cravings as I served their bodies and wishes, subjugating myself to their mastery, surrendering my choice of with whom, how, and where to their will, free to terminate our relationship whenever I wished to do so, but not wishing to end the rapturous procession of their imaginative adventures for me.
"There she is, not satisfied with her motion picture exploits, desiring direct pleasure with you, her audience, wanting your cocks wherever you choose to use them, in whatever combinations," the other twin told them, his piercing eyes flashing with humor.
I blushed at the probing of the men's eyes, unable to hide myself, wondering why the twins wanted to do this, if they no longer wanted me for themselves, but knowing in my mind that it was, perhaps, a way of showing their pride in my abilities. The men glanced at one another, adjusting to the idea, grins slowly forming on their faces, many of their cocks still hard as a result of watching the movie, pressing their pants out from their groins, shafts and heads outlined against the fabrics. As I saw this, I trembled, biting at my full lower lip's pout, realizing that all of those prods would soon be thrusting out naked, approaching me, entering me, filling my every orifice with their juices. My damp hand slid up from the wetness of my opened plume, painting my belly with my spendings, the tongue-pink interior of my cunt exposed to their eyes. I swallowed hard, my other hand clenching the sheet. One of the men stepped forward. I slid my feet up toward me so that I could flee, or position myself for the first, the juicy blossom of my cunt opening wider. A second man stepped forward. I again wondered how the film had been made, and how I could be without memories concerning it The first man stepped onto the bottom seat of the bleachers, two more men moving forward from the group.
The twins watched, relaxed, and nodded toward whoever was operating the projector, and it came back on, the light dim enough for the movie, which was now running backwards, to come back up on the screen. The first man was at the foot of the bed, the second man halfway up from the gymnasium floor. On screen, the images moved faster than before, my passion seeming to recede as did Rob's and the women's. The first man stopped beside the bed, looked down at me, and began to undress. Rob's cock left my ass, the women left the pool, the belt loosened from my loins, the holes closed.
The man dropped his shirt aside, his chest strong, his stomach muscled, and began to unfasten his slacks. Rob walked backwards into the house, the belts opened, the dildo slid out from my snatch without juices, and the belts were removed, the uniform coming back together to clothe me in its wet cling. The man's pants slid down, his long cock thrusting out toward me, the veins in relief, his balls outlined by his tightened sac. Air bubbles sped down and into Darla's cunt and my mouth.
The man rested one knee on the edge of the mattress, reaching out to run his fingers over my breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through me as he unhurriedly teased my cupped nipples into burning points. I lifted up out of the pool and onto my feet with the hose moving against my cunny. The man's hand drifted down my belly toward the humid splay of my sex. Darla's hand smacked against my ass cheeks as I ate Charlene's box.
The second man stepped out of his trousers, the space between his rounded knob and his loins short. I wiggled upon Darla's lap as she spanked me, my fanny growing less pink, my struggle less intense. A third man stripped as the second moved onto the bed between my spread legs, my knees raised, his hand moving up the inside of my leg toward the pulsing heat of my nook. My panties back around my legs, Darla raised them beneath my fanny, and I moved back between Gillian's thighs to tongue the drop of her drink from her clit. The third man's tool had a taut, dusky pink head, his shaft long and thick like Rob's. I recovered Gillian's auburn muff and returned to lotioning Darla's opulent ass. The first man moved back behind me, his hands spread over my tits, turning the centers of his palms against my shell-pink nipples.
I turned to lotioning Charlene's anal cleavage. The second man slid his legs under mine, his loins sliding up against mine, his head at the other end of the bed. Gillian pushed my panties up, the film moving faster and faster, the images blurring. A fourth man moved onto the bed, the veins hardly showing through the flesh of his thick shaft. I lotioned Darla's legs and back, served them drinks, moved back toward the house. The third man climbed over my hips, straddling them as they lifted above the second man's, his cock moving up into the carnation pink bud of my anus.
The movie flashed forwards, and then backwards, the soundtrack coming up with my groans and cries. The third man arched his hips, and his thick length slid up into my cunny, pressing against the second's shorter shaft through the membrane separating him from my ass. My ass was spanked, my tits bound with the belt, the hose vibrated between my thighs. The first man moved around and onto the bed to kneel in front of the fourth, straddling my chest to cup my tits tightly in his hands, his balls sliding over my upper stomach as he moved his long rod up between them, squeezing it between the soft teardrops of my swollen breasts.
Two more men stripped, standing on either side of the bed, and I reached out to grip the thickness of their rigid dongs. Gillian slid the dildo in and out of me, Rob's cock entered and exited my ass again and again, I came over and over. The fourth man dropped back off the bed to move behind me, cupping my face in his hands, and he pulled my head back and down, pointing my open mouth at him as he thrust his smooth trunk forward, the velvety bulb sliding over my tongue, moving back into my throat, and I sucked the soft-sheathed thickness of him into my mouth, pulling my cheeks in tight around his shaft, my long tongue moving over the top of his head, my palate stroking his dorsal vein as he bobbed in and out of my throat, his fingers twisting in my hair.
The first man fucked my breasts, his hands kneading them around his cock. The third man's head stroked my cervix deliciously, his thick length filling my cunny, the first man's small prick proving perfectly formed for butt fucking as he moved in counterpoint with the third man, the membrane between their tools seeming to dissolve, my underbelly becoming one raging oven of pleasure, my hands tightly moving up and down the engorged rods of the men at the sides of the bed. The soundtrack of the movie filled the gym with my moans. and screams, the light fixtures vibrating with the volume.
I sucked hungrily at the fourth man's delicious wang, my tits swollen with exquisite heat in the first man's fists, his cock stroking between them. I knew the twins were watching, hoping they were approving, wanting to bring the men to fantastic climaxes, wanting more cocks. As if in answer, a man drew the soft soles of my slender feet together at the foot of the bed, my knees pointing out to the sides, and I began to roll his length between my feet, tugging and thrusting.
Cocks were pushed down between the insides of my upper arms and my body, rubbing against my underarms, and I held them tightly against the pulsing of my arteries, squeezing and jerking at them with my warm hold. My face contorted around the fourth man's base, his full length in my voracious mouth and throat, my body writhing under and between the men. I gripped my hands feverishly around cocks, sucked and licked, stroked my vaginal muscles, bounced my ass, rubbed my soles together, worked my arms and body together, embracing and pleading with their cocks to erupt, for their balls to give up their hold on their juices, to come in my mouth, cunt, ass, in my hands, between my feet, and in my underarms.
I gurgled unintelligible cries of fevered passion, the sheets twisting under me as I made love to them all as if to one, to a multi-cocked creature of carnal being, the creature that was the twins, the cocks becoming their cocks for me, the groans and murmurs of pleasure of the men becoming the twins', my body bucking and writhing. The pricks spasmed with ecstasy and they were starting to come.
I felt the rods in my hands jerk, feeling their hot spend spilling over my fingers as in fountained up to rain down. The cock in my mouth jumped, and he slid back, hosing his brew up from my throat to coat my tongue and the inside of my mouth. The pricks between my arms and sides spasmed their nectar over my underarms, shoulders, and arms. The shaft in my ass stuttered faster and faster within the strokings of my sphincter muscles, and it hosed its load up through my rectum, glutting my bowels. The shaft between my feet wrenched back and forth, the balls slapping against my heels, and gizzum gushed out to shower over my calves and the high arches of my feet. The thick length within the convulsions of my cunny quaked within my clutchings, the bulbous head caressing my cervix, and the kissing lips of his head opened for his creamy juices to wash over it, pumping into me. The fourth man leaned back, his prick coming free of my sucking lips, and his rich nectar splashed over my face. The cock between my tits pistoned, the man's hands indenting my breasts as he came, bathing my throat, chest and tits with his heady spunk, the cock within my snatch slid out, come jetting over my clit and loins. I screamed out, my orgasms linking into a chain reaction, ecstasy exploding and imploding throughout my every nerve ending, my recesses blossoming with rapturous heat, my mind whirling in a maddening whirlpool of bliss, my hands, arms, feet, legs, loins, ass cheeks, belly, tits shoulders and face painted with their juices, cooling my fevered flesh. My eyes opened to see their expressions of satisfaction, and I glowed with joy, the ebullient bliss of my satiation heightened. Gasping, I went limp, sprawled on the bed, my eyes closing as I began to regain my breath and my glutted senses.
When I opened my eyes the twins were standing naked over me, their bodies lithely strong, their cocks immense. Without a word, one stood to lift me by my ankles, and he slid down under me to lay my ass cheeks upon his loins, his immense balls stroking my damp cleavage, and he pressed the tower of his prick up into my cunt, my every nerve ending still quivering, hypersensitive, and I came as he slid up and up into me, his girth stroking my channel until his head slipped around on my cervix, and then up to the side. His brother moved onto the bed as I undulated upon the spire of the twin to the rod thrusting out above me. I could feel the tools in my hands, my feet, my ass, my mouth and throat, under my arms, and between my breasts again, quivering with anticipation as I watched him kneel over our hips, arching his column down toward the top of my dewy bush's collaring, accommodating the enormous scepter. I fought back my apprehension, thinking of the joy of having both of their beautiful cocks within my furrow at the same time, and I concentrated on fully relaxing my vaginal muscles, yielding all tension to blossom for the planting of his bulbous head, making myself malleable so that his trunk could move through my dewy bush's collaring, accommodating the enormous girth of their doubled size.
I clutched the bed, gasping as he moved deeper within my crevice, my blurred eyes lifted skyward as orgasms raged through me. I yielded to his deep plunge, rotating my hips between them, and he was fully within me, engulfed within my engorged, rolling heat. Dorsal vein to upper shaft, they flexed their tools, the subtle movement like pounding thunder within the tightness of my sensitized underbelly, each shifting of their monumental sexes sending waves of overpowering delight throughout me, seizures of joy taking hold of my body as they began to take turns, thrusting lightly, their hands caressing me knowingly, my long clit burning against the top of the upper shaft. I felt orgasms blossom into fruition, amassing within the flow of my juices, my limbs shaking with the magnitude of the pleasures I was experiencing, dorsal vein to the bottom of my channel, upper trunk to the top of my channel.
The two vast tools became one mammoth tool, the twins uniting within the fertile fissure of my cunny, the peaks of my nipples standing up hard. The one twin loomed over me with the light behind him, the other was like an oceanic current beneath me, my hands gripping his strong legs. Their movements deepened in unison, all sense of division between cunt and ass, mind and body, twin and twin, audience and performer, film and reality melting, blurring in contractions and expansions that became deeper and quicker, my belly tightening and relaxing, my recesses swelling and shrinking, my toes curling back against the pads of my feet as I shook with ecstatic waves of joy. My body thrust and pulled, twisting and rocking on its own in a dance of carnal euphoria; my tits felt swollen to the point of straining the confines of my flesh as I pulled them over the upper twin's firm chest, the caresses of their strong hands soft and tender as if to emphasize the contrast with the raging within my body as their joined prods rose and fell like tidal currents, my depths engorged with their exquisite movements, my clit flaring comet-like against the pumping shafts.
I opened my eyes wide, light flooding my pupils from within, my mind flashing with brightness as the very marrow of my bones seemed to vibrate with the soaring rise of my pleasures, sweeping all sense of time and space away, thrusting me up weightless, speeding faster and faster through cyclonic orgasms, rushing toward fulfillment, the twins groaning with me, their exquisite cocks raising me higher and higher. We cried out. I shook with convulsions of ecstasy, the rocketing crescendo reaching its peak, torrents of come raging through me. I screamed with release, rectum and cunny wrenching their gushing spendings from them as they shook with me, as we came, beginning and end dissolved in the magnitude of our satiating climax, pleasure possessed.
A smaller cock entered my mouth, and I sucked and licked the man's head and shaft happily, able to contain his full erection in my mouth without any straining, the twins lifting and turning my hips as they drew out of my scabbard, letting their thick gizzum flow out of my slit, washing over my thighs. The upper twin's body having smeared the earlier spendings all over my torso and arms, the whole front of my body glowed with a milky effervescence that was like morning dew on alabaster, light shimmering from the hillocks of my breasts, from the lawn of my slit, and from the rises and shallows of my body. My limbs spread as refreshened cocks moved up into my still twitching furrow, thrust into the valley of my fanny, and the tool within my suckling mouth spasmed, fountaining the man's rich juices over my palate and tongue, and I drank thirstily as his heady brew gushed down my throat.
My mouth, anus and snatch filled with pricks, I continued to squirm and undulate greedily. I caught glimpses of the twins, feasting my eyes on their naked bodies as I drank come, visually caressing their firm asses as a rod bucked within mine, memorizing the contours of their cocks as I squeezed my tits around another cock, licking at the darting bulb. I wondered if they were having this evening's entertainments filmed, though I doubted that I could possibly forget anything about it.
The stream of cocks rose and fell, and rose again until I lost all awareness of their owners, instead recognizing the cocks themselves by their individual shape, size and coloration, recalling that the one with the rounded knob had moved exquisitely in my ass while the one with the taut, dusky-pink head had stroked my cervix excitingly. The shaft whose veins hardly showed had been delicious in my mouth; the especially thick ones luxuriously filled my hands, all of them beautiful and pleasing in their individual ways. Some of the men sat around talking as they recovered their erections, others enacting fantasies they had never before had the opportunity to try out. Then I heard voices.
Gradually, the voices became clearer, drawing me from the gymnasium, removing me from what had been either a memory or a fantasy. The voices drew me back to my Aunt Emily's engagement party in a rented party room. I had no opportunity to try and determine whether the delicious pleasures had been recalled or invented in my mind, because I was standing with Emily and her fiance Bob in a reception line, meeting friends of both, mechanically shaking hands, receiving kisses on the cheek, and even one or two on my hand. Yet, I did laze in the contented afterglow of those ecstasies in the gym and in the movie.
I glanced at Emily, recalling how her being several years younger than I had delighted us as children since she was my aunt. I also remembered how we had whispered about boys, how we had played nurses in order to inspect one another's young bodies, occasionally inviting a neighborhood boy to join us. With puberty we had abandoned the need for such protective roles, but had enjoyed countless variations, snuggling beneath the covers when we slept over, inspecting the expansions of our blossoming titties with tender awe, following the downy furring of our plump mounds. I wondered how different her body looked now in maturity as I remembered how my own gangly body had changed, blossoming wondrously.
She had a light bronze tan, her red hair hanging down past her shoulder blades in loose waves that gleamed with gold and orange highlights, her prominent, dark blue eyes sparkling with merriment between her dark lashes, the furred auburn of her eyebrows curving over her rounded arches. Her uncleft upper lip indenting lightly across as she smiled her infectious, dim pled smile, her bright teeth flashed between it and her full lower lip. Wide-based, peaked domes now pressed the bodice of her dress outward, a luscious fanny thrusting the skirt out from the backs of her thighs. Clothed, at any rate, she seemed to have developed as well or better than I had, looking truly beautiful.
I had been nodding as if I heard the names of those being introduced, looking at them without seeing them, but now I blinked my eyes into focus. The man before me had lifted my hand to his mouth as if to deliver another pretentious kiss to it, but his hand turned mine palm up, his fingers flowing over the back, and he touched his lips to the soft center, his tongue pressing out to softly drill at my flesh, his lips flexing. My hand tingled, warmth flowing up through my arm and throughout my body, my cunt tremoring as he lifted his lips to the plump base of my thumb, his mouth widening, and he pressed the edges of his teeth into the full mound, gradually indenting it, his tongue licking side to side with short flicks as he bit I felt dizzy and swallowed hard.
He lifted his head slowly, and I saw the bright pink tip of his tongue against my thumb's base as his mouth opened from it. He straightened, staring deeply into my eyes with an enigmatic smile, his hand gracefully caressing mine as he continued to hold it. He nodded, letting my hand slide free, and he moved on. I looked after him in a daze. His intense, smiling eyes had been those of the twins, eyes that somehow saw that I would not protest about his actions.
Emily called out my name, touching my shoulder, and I looked around dumbly at her. She grinned and nodded toward the next person in line who was standing before me with a look of confusion at being ignored. I apologized and continued my mechanical greetings, my eyes moving around in search of the man, but without success.
The last of the guests was introduced, and I saw that Bob was talking with several people, the thought suddenly occurring to me that her last name would be Ripley for only a short time longer, just as my own maiden name had once been changed, neither it nor my ex-husband's name such that I could now relate to them as being my own.
"Emily, who was that man?" I asked.
"The one that threw you off the track?" she asked with a grin, the sculpted flow of her tapering neck turning as she looked around the room for him, and I nodded, flushing that my reaction had been so obvious. "That's Jeff Richmond, Bob's top boss. I don't know him very well, other than that he's a very big promoter of all sorts of events in entertainment, sports, contests, and what all. He was involved in some sort of scandal concerned with sex a year or so back, but he popped back up with money out the kazoo, and suddenly it wasn't a scandal that scandalized anyone anymore," she laughed, nodding across the party room as she spotted him standing near the kitchen doors. "Want to be introduced again?" she asked, looking into my eyes.
"No, but thanks," I answered.
"You're not as shy as you used to be, huh?"
"I-yeah," I muttered, "but...."
"But there's time to overpower it?" she asked with a warm smile of understanding.
"Yeah," I nodded, my voice barely audible. "See you in awhile," I told her, squeezing her hand in mine, and our eyes held for a moment as we shared a surge of affectionate memories, a gap of time and experience between them and now. She was about to marry, and I about to approach the man who had bitten my hand with such sensual skill, as if he had somehow perceived the nature of my desires by merely looking at me. As I moved across the room, I wondered how I had looked while my mind had been in the gymnasium, again envisioning myself in the film, and with the group of men and the twins.
He stood watching me approach, standing relaxed, his eyes on mine. My palms were damp and I had to concentrate on walking, on placing my feet, my belly tightening with self-conscious apprehension. I came to a halt a foot away from him, suddenly realizing I did not know what to say. He reached out to his side and back, pressing one of the kitchen's swinging doors inward. I blinked my eyes toward the view of the large, empty room, the party having been served from another kitchen in the building due to trouble with the ovens in this one. My throat constricting, I slowly nodded, and passed through the doorway, moving like a sleep walker.
CHAPTER THREE
Contraction
His shadow flowed over me as he followed me, and the door swung inward, gradually shortening its arc with a rapping sound. The light from the party room and most of the noises were now cut off. The kitchen's high, opaque windows dimly illuminated me as I tried to make myself turn around, but I knew I could not say what I wanted if I did so.
"I ... I want to offer you a-an arrangement," I said falteringly, concentrating on speaking loud enough for him to hear. "An exchange for you giving Bob and Emily a wedding present, of promoting him," I explained.
"And what are you offering?" he asked, his voice caressing me with a husky mellowness that made it easier to tell him.
"Myself," I blurted. "To do with whatever you wish for a week."
"Whatever?" he questioned, his tone conversational.
"With you, to you, for you," I said, my clit pulsing so it felt as if the top of my slit was expanding out from it with each pulsation, my nook damp. One part of my mind cried out that I was mad to make this offer, but another part pointed out that his intuition had allowed him to discern my nature, so why dismiss my own intuitive feelings that told me he could be trusted to cause me no true nor lasting harm?
I had come to some knowledge of my own desires since admitting to them, and I realized the ambiguity necessary in such a relationship, the give and take of my giving over myself so as to take pleasure from one willing to give over his imagination and body in order to take his pleasure with me. I had no desire for a person lacking a basic concern for my well-being, a rapist or sadist disguising his ability to give himself over to another, or his unadmitted to disliking, or even hatred of women. Rather I desired a person liking both sex with me, someone who enjoyed pleasures corresponding to my own, someone who was good sexually, who had imagination, and who was willing to explore our related desires without losing his core of control of both himself and me. Admittedly, I desired a lot, but was it anymore than others desired, or just simply different particulars? At any rate, I felt that Jeff possessed those qualities, and he stated his agreement with those terms of my proposal.
"However," he added, "though Bob is certainly qualified enough to justify quick advancement, I feel that there is a need for ... an exhibition of your sincerity."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, my flesh tingling with anticipation.
"Undress to the waist-up to the waist," he said, and I heard a lighter click as he lit a cigarette.
He had not directed me to turn around, and so I did not as I pushed the jacket of my shantung suit back from my hip so that I could unzip the skirt, the cream-colored silk cool against my fingers as I unbuttoned it Holding the one side of the skirt, I balanced on one leg, lifting the other to slip it through, not wanting to let it drop to the kitchen floor. Raising the other leg behind me, I slipped the skirt over my open-toed heel, and straightened.
As I reached out to drape the skirt over one of the pot hooks above the cutting table, I felt the hem of my jacket slide up toward the top of my fanny. I paused for a moment, knowing his eyes were moving from the molding cling of my bikini panties to the matching powder-puff blue of my sling heels, and then back up my long, shapely legs where the ruffled ribbon straps of my garter belt held the tops of my transparent beige stockings, returning to where the uptilted fullness of my ass cheeks pushed out the concealing bottom of my jacket.
I touched joined fingers to each hip beneath the slender garter belt, plucking the pencil-thin waistband's bows loose, and the hourglass of my panties slipped away in front and back, baring my rounded ass cheeks to his eyes. The cloth draped from the delicate gap at the juncture of my thighs, and I slipped the silk through, my breath catching as it stirred the wispy curlings pluming my heated slit. I placed the panties on the thick top of the cutting table, the natural wood criss-crossed with thin lines and stained from various foods.
"Turn around," he told me, and I obeyed.
He stood in the shadows, smoke curling up from the flame of his cigarette. I could not see if his cock was erect against his pants. His eyes moved down from my face to the open front of my jacket, the scarf collar of my beige georgette blouse concealing part of the view through the transparent fabric. My upper chest and my lace-trimmed, blue silk chemise were visible between the lapels and the scarf. The bottoms of my chemise and blouse were almost even, extending down to the top of my cunny. The garter belt hidden, its straps extended down from beneath to clasp my stocking tops, the flesh bare between. His eyes followed the inward curving of my upper thighs to my loins, the full mound of my quivering box cradled within my flared hips.
"Remove the jacket," he directed, his barely audible words a sensuous rumble.
I slipped out of the jacket and hung it with the skirt Above die high cuffs the sleeves of the blouse were full, the rounded slenderness of my arms visible through the georgette, as were the soft contours of my shoulders, over which the thin straps of my chemise curved. The bottom halves of my naked buttocks were now exposed, and I waited for him to tell me to turn around so that he could view them, or perhaps caress and pinch them.
"You see those sausages over there?" he asked, and I nodded, turning my eyes to where several hung from a hook in the wall to my left. "Get one," he told me, and I moved to do so, wondering if he liked the view of my fanny shifting from side to side. The sausages were cured, the approximately two-inch diameter firm in my hand as I removed one from the hook. It was two and a half feet long. "Now, come back and sit on the edge of the table," he told me, leaning casually against the meat locker door.
The air moving coolly around my legs as I walked, I did as he said, turning my back to the table in order to lift myself up onto the wood. I looked toward him for further instructions, trembling as I wondered what exactly he had in mind for my "exhibition" of sincerity.
"Move your ass to the very edge and open your thighs," he said after taking a long drag from his cigarette, and the smoke curled from his mouth along with his words, masking his face.
I shifted forward and my thighs angled down, my calves and feet hanging loosely above the floor as I brought the bases of my ass cheeks to the edge of the table, their insides pressing into view beneath my cunny which extended out from above the side of the table. I moved my knees out to the sides, and the chestnut threadings of my muff drew apart from over my opening slit. The tongue-pink moistness of my vaginal lips showed along the center of my plume. My heart was pounding with excitement
"Let me see how you'd fuck that if it were my cock," he said, the light glinting from his teeth as he smiled.
I swallowed hard, my hands tightening around the slick skin of the sausage. Less than eight feet away from me, only a swinging door separated me from Emily's engagement party. If someone decided to come into the kitchen, there was no way that I would be able to conceal what I was about to do or my nakedness. I wondered if he planned to throw the door open as I obeyed him, presenting the crowd, Emily and Bob with a view of me masturbating with the sausage.
Steadying myself, I dampened my lips and looked down at my open cunny. I turned the sausage to point down at my wet furrow, the blood pounding in my ears, knowing he was watching, judging my performance, my obedience. I forced the curved end of the pliant length closer and closer to the pulsing quiver, and my breath caught as it brushed against my hypersensitive lips.
I widened my legs even more, one hand curled around the thickness before my pussy, the other two-thirds of the way up the shaft. My eyelids were heavy. I pressed the sausage toward myself, closer to the festering heat of my cleave, and it was sliding up into me, expanding and filling my channel. I parted my lips to my ragged breathing, surges of pleasure flashing up through me, the meat malleably curving with my passage.
Remembering that it was supposed to be his cock sluicing up into my tremoring underbelly, I slowed the movement upward and began to turn the thickness from side to side, caressing myself with both an upward and a side-to-side motion. My eyes closed to the singing pulsations ringing through me, and I moved the meat higher and higher into my underbelly, wishing it was his cock, finding it easier and easier to pretend that it was as my excitement mounted. The rounded end of the shaft slipped from side to side against my cervix, fully within me, quakings of joy rippling out through every nerve ending of my body, my mind clouded with arousal.
Gradually, I began to slide the sausage in and out, stroking off with it, holding the remaining length at a high angle so as to rub it up beneath my long clit's pleading throb. It became his cock, an enormously long cock that I thrust my hips toward, clutching at its bobbing bulk with my snatch, my fanny squirming against the wood. I groaned, wishing I could slide my upper hand along the two-and-a-half-foot length to his balls so that I could fondle them. I arched forward from between shoulders and ass, my face lifting as the surges of pleasure deepened, the pulsings of my hive mounting, my clit throbbing ever faster.
An orgasm blossomed within my recesses, flowering out through my entire body to engulf me in ecstatic warmth, my senses heightened. I dampened my open lips, my mind spinning.
"Fuck and suck," I heard him. tell me, and I raised the exposed end up toward my mouth, curving the thick length as I continued pumping it within my cunny.
I lowered my head, arching my body forward to bring my face closer to the curved end my hand lifted. I reached out drunkenly with my other hand to grasp the edge of the table, my leg on the other side lifting. The sausage curved up from my loins like a huge, erect cock growing from me, and it must have looked as if I were extending my tongue to lick at my own phallus in the dim light, my mouth opening to encircle the thickness and to suck it inward. If someone only glanced in through the door, what would they see and think?
The muscles in my arm were tight, my fist moving the sausage up and down, racing it within my sizzling nook, over my clit, and in and out of my tightly suckling mouth, my cheeks drawing in as I licked at the spicy meat's skin. I groaned, feeling as if I might topple from the table at any moment, my mind caught up in a whirlpool of frenzied arousal, my curled belly clutching with the contractions of my depths, my cunt spasming around the engorging rises and falls.
A shudder ran along my back as I came again, my toes curling tightly. In my mind it was his cock, and yet mine. I bit at it, and suddenly was aware that it caused no pain. I bit harder. I chewed, the taste flooding my mouth. I groaned, my cleave stuttering out around the turning bob of the sausage. My tits felt swollen beneath the silk chemise. I hooked the foot of my raised leg upon the table's edge, my knee out high to my side as I pushed down with foot and hand, my fanny squirming, my juices overflowing my snatch to run back over their center bases.
I moved my hand back to the curve of the exposed section, pulling my thighs in as my hive raged with delicious flashes of pleasure, the contractions of my underbelly linking. The very marrow of my bones seemed to vibrate. I fucked harder, wrenching my cunny around the thickness, bucking against it, sucking, biting and swallowing it. My mouth widened around die end of the meat, my eyes opening as I came, the sausage becoming a power line between the socket of my loins and my mouth, the throbbings of my clit merging with the pulsings, ecstasy shooting through the curved length into my mouth, down my throat, through my spine, and through my cunt, to race around the oval course faster and faster. I was in a carnal delirium, coming again and again.
My shoulders bunched and my body arched forward, my mouth pulling from the end of the sausage, widened to a silent scream and my lungs emptied. My climax exploded through me, my fevered flesh buzzing, my vision ablaze with bursts of light. I trembled, my body locked as I reached the apex of my climax, bliss suddenly inundating me.
Abruptly, the tension left me, my foot slipping from the table, my hands sliding down the exposed end of the sausage. I fell back onto one elbow, unable to remain upright, overpowered by my culmination. I gasped for air, reeling in the aftermath of my intense climax.
"Yes, I believe that's a satisfactory exhibit of your good faith," he said calmly, and I forced my eyes partially open to look toward him as he walked forward, pausing to grind out his cigarette beneath his shoe.
As I glowed to his words of approval, I saw him lean forward, and he was suddenly grasping my ankles in his strong hands to swing them up and to the side, moving my legs onto the table so that I was lying along its top. Standing at the end of the table, he looked down along my body to the protrusion of the sausage, his hands spreading my legs wide before him. I looked up at him, my blood racing as I wondered if he was going to mount me atop the table and fuck me there in the kitchen. Instead, he reached up, and my eyes widened.
His hand closed around the handle of a meat cleaver hanging from the rack above the table, and I gasped as it flashed downward. He cleanly cut through the sausage, chopping off the chewed end. I let out a sigh of relief, my breathing ragged, my mind again crystal clear. He tossed the severed end toward the garbage cans, moved around beside me again, and he put the cleaver down.
"It might be interesting," he mused, reaching forward to toy with the length remaining imbedded within me, "for you to keep this in your cunt for the rest of the day, don't you think?" he smiled. "We could just slip the outer length into the top of your stocking like ... this," he said, and pushed the sausage high with one hand while pulling my stocking out from the inside of my thigh. I arched with pleasure as the thickness shifted within my drenched nook, caressing the still quivering walls of my channel, and I felt the other end slip down inside my stocking, pressing firmly against the inside of my thigh.
"Stand up," he told me, and I took a deep breath before swinging my feet over, the meat shifting in me, and my snatch tightened around it as I stood, clutching the upward thrust. "Ah good, the stocking does hold it in," he nodded. "Well, let's see if it holds with movement. Walk around the table," he directed, and I blinked at him, trying to focus my eyes.
Seeking to maintain some poise, I began to obey, the bulk of the sausage brushing between the insides of my upper thighs as each counter-movement of my opened cunny stroked my burning lips around the meat, bobbing it within my pulsing underbelly. I forced myself to place my steps, aware of his eyes which were following me. As I came around the table for the second time, I saw the swinging doors before me. I held my breath at the idea that someone would come in and see me.
"Try running," he said in an off-handed manner, interrupting my anxious thoughts, and I gasped as I sought to comply.
As my legs rose higher, so did the thick length filling my cunny, and I wove from side to side, fighting to keep my eyes open, my clit throbbing wildly, my nipples brushing against the silk of my chemise.
"Faster!" he told me, his voice sharper though no louder. My hands were bunched into fists and my face lifted as I tried to keep my body in control. The phallus moved faster and faster and his eyes were on the clutch of my spread lips about it, on the movements of my naked fanny, on the pistoning of my legs. "Faster!" he urged, and I nearly stumbled in my heels as I strained to quicken my pace, my mind reeling with arousal.
My legs went out from under me, and I clutched out at the table as I came, my body whipping back and forth with convulsions, my cunt clenching tightly around the meat. Crystalline joy cascaded through me and I gasped for air, my feet sliding against the floor, my arms momentarily lacking the strength to hold me up against the table.
"Works rather well," he observed, and I felt his long, tapered fingers curving around my arms as he lifted me effortlessly onto my feet, turning me so that he could sit me back upon the table.
I reached back to support myself on stiffened arms, light from one of the high windows refracting from my just parted eyelashes, and I watched with curiosity as he set a serving platter on the table alongside me. Humming to himself, he seemed like a chef at work, and I was like one of the menu items he was preparing with skill upon which to feast. My creamy flesh was flushed from running and from my orgasms.
Suddenly he reached over to grasp the sausage above my stocking and he pulled. I gasped, my hips arching forward as he jerked the meat from my tremoring depths. It raced through me and popped free of my slit, my juices gleaming from it. My eyes closed as I came again.
In a few moments I parted my eyelids and heard a thumping sound, and I saw the cleaver flashing up and down, from the tip of the sausage that had stroked my cervix to where my furrow had circled it, cutting it into thin slices. Putting the cleaver aside, he arranged the slices on the serving platter and handed me the rounded tip.
"See what you think of the taste," he chuckled, and I slowly raised it to my lips, my own scent blending with the meat's, and I took a small bite, tasting my flavor on the skin. "Its only on the skin, isn't it? Guess you'll have to dip it in the sauce," he grinned, nodding toward my moist cleave.
My eyes glazed, I looked down at my tongue-pink furrow, and I reached down to turn the meat in the damp blossom. He watched me raise my hand back to my mouth, hungrily eating the sausage now flavored with my own syrup. Nodding, he picked up each slice to slide one side up my slit, seasoning them with my spendings. I leaned back again, my ass cheeks twisting upon the table at each stroking of my quivering cunt
"My business, Pm sorry to say, won't allow me to take a full week off straight through for several months," he told me, arranging the plate again. "So, I'll have to take my week's time with you in sections. Is that agreeable with you?" he asked, looking up at my face, my delight that he had found my performance satisfactory showing, and I nodded. "All right," he nodded, picking up my panties to wipe his hands clean of my juices.
"I'll phone you when some free time opens up," he said, moving toward the doors and carrying the platter. "Until then," he nodded, and went back out to the party, leaving me there in the kitchen. As he had looked back, I had seen the press of his cock against his trouser leg, and I stared at the door for several moments, stunned by the apparent size of his tool.
My thoughts still blurred from my comings, I slipped off the table and absently put my skirt and jacket back on, abandoning the stained panties. Weaving slightly, I moved toward the swinging door and returned to the sounds of the crowd.
I caught a glimpse of him across the room, setting the platter down on one of the serving tables. Then he was gone from my sight, apparently leaving the party. I stood staring, entranced as I watched men and women taking snacks from the table as they were served drinks. I felt frustrated as my view was momentarily blocked by the passage of partygoers, but elated as I saw a man lift one of the sausage slices to nibble with his drink, only I knowing he was tasting my juices. A couple ate the sausage slices, and I noted the woman giving the meat a light, curious sniff as if she recognized the scent without being able to quite place it "You look as if you and Jeff hit it off," I heard a melodic voice remark, and I blinked my eyes, turning to see Emily standing beside me, grinning.
"Y-yes," I nodded, not quite sure what to say, unable to say anything about the events in the kitchen or the nature of my desires. I felt a pang of doubt, wondering if I had perhaps misinterpreted my instincts, making a mistake in trusting him.
"Good," she smiled, not pressing for any explanations, and my apprehensive second thoughts were swept away as I saw her lift one of the sausage slices to her mouth, a bite already gone. I stared as she bit into the meat flavored with my cunt juices, realizing she must have gotten it when my view of the platter was blocked. I felt strange surges of heat through my body, my nipples burning at the idea that she was tasting my spendings without even knowing it, recalling our adolescent fondlings. r
"Something the matter?" she asked, her tongue licking a particle of meat from her lips.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head, and I grinned, wondering what ideas Jeff would come up with for me as he would have plenty of time to give his imagination full reign. I warmed with anticipation at the thought. Soon I would be his.
CHAPTER FOUR
Moving Men
Several days passed and I heard nothing from Jeff. I felt not unlike a schoolgirl awaiting an invitation to the prom, reluctant to leave my apartment lest I miss his summons. Expectations and apprehensions clashed within me as I yearned for his strong hands upon me, his cock within me, for him to command me.
Our contract voiced, I was free to let it recede into a comer of my mind, able to fantasize as to our roles, to pretend that it was a total stranger who would have my body and actions at his command. I imagined myself bound, spread-eagled on a board room table, faceless executives casually fondling me as they talked, my head over the edge to suck their come from them.
I imagined myself operating a construction elevator at a half-complete, high-rise, kneeling to give head to the workers as I took them up and down, tasting the sweat from their flesh as I was tied to the traditional tree atop the building, people watching from the windows of surrounding buildings as I took the men in my cunt and ass in a chow line during their lunch break. I imagined myself hanging in a sling that fitted around my waist, my toes and fingertips just touching the floor, my ankles and wrists cuffed to an X-bar that kept them spread out beneath me to form the points of a square. My legs spread wide, my ass was thrust up in the air, and cocks slid up into my ass and pussy, filling me as the men used the sling's rope to swing me back and forth upon their big prods.
I imagined myself wearing thigh-high, soft leather boots, leaning forward to slip my hands into glove pockets in their knees as I knelt before Jeff. Combination spurs-cuffs held my feet together below my fanny, a phallus thrusting back from the heels rather than the usual type of spur, buried deep within my rectum. My hair was pulled back, grown very long and braided from the middle of my shoulder blades down. Taut, my head pulled high, the braid stretched down between my ass cheeks, around the phallus, and up through the base of my furrow, the end of the braid wrapped around Jeff's hand. My back was arched forward, my arms straight between my gloved hands and my shoulders. A leather bridle was fitted around my head, the bit pressed into the comers of my mouth, its special oval form holding my mouth open wide. I stretched my tongue up toward the head of his huge erection until it ached, every movement shifting the phallus in my ass and the braid between my vaginal lips. I licked at him, desperate to have him come, to taste his spend. Suddenly my fantasy was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
"Yes?" I asked breathlessly as I grabbed the receiver up.
"I'll be contacting you shortly," Jeff's voice said, and the line went abruptly dead.
I stared with bewilderment at the phone and slowly hung up, wondering exactly when he would come. I grinned happily, relief sweeping through me as I realized my waiting was nearly at an end and that I would soon be doing what I most desired.
I steadied myself, forcing my thoughts into order, and I began to prepare myself. I took a long, perfumed bath, shampooing my hair and my plume, fluffing the latter dry. I remained naked as I carefully applied very subtle make-up, perfume, and brushed my hair, arranging the soft waves that reached down to the base of my neck. Ready, I put on a pair of open heels and a clinging, rayon shirt-dress that could be tom easily from me. Then I began to wait again.
The afternoon passed, the sun went down, and evening began to pass by as I sat waiting, tense with fear and desire. Finally, I began to give up, reluctantly, that he had meant this particular evening. Tiring, I tried to keep awake, but finally sagged with disappointment and prepared for bed, knowing he would come when it pleased him.
Though I tried to stay awake, I quickly fell asleep in my bed, my dreams extending my fantasies. I half heard a sound of glass breaking, accepting it as part of my dreams, but then I heard murmured words. Teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness, I was unsure if someone was with me in the darkened room. Then I forced my eyelids apart and I saw the forms of two men near my dresser.
Before I could sit up, one of the men was turning toward me and he sprinted forward to clasp a gloved hand across my mouth, his other hand grabbing my wrists to hold me down, my legs kicking at the covers without effect.
"Hey, look what we got here," the man called back over his shoulder, and the second man approached, my widened eyes unable to detect anything about their faces, dark stockings pulled over their heads.
"Looks like this ain't goin' be such a bad haul, huh?" the man laughed, and he tossed the covers down off the foot of the bed. "What a sweet nightie," he chuckled, and jerked the soft cotton of my night dress up the length of my legs.
I strained to free my wrists and face, groaning against the leather glove, and kicked out at the second man, but he pressed one hand down flat against my stomach. I could not reach him, nor did my twistings and writhings break the hold of his hand as his other hand pulled my night dress up above my loins and hips. Frantic, I bucked and tugged as the gloved hand slid down from my belly to the naked flesh of my abdomen, but I was only exhausting myself, overpowered and at their mercy.
"What sorta jewels do y' figure she keeps in this ring box?" the man said lasciviously, and I gasped as I felt his free hand move over my exposed cunt, the smooth leather of his glove drifting over the whole of my loins before he pressed his fingers into my slit. I tried to twist away but he held me effortlessly, his fingers probing deep. I swallowed hard, my eyes squinted shut as tremoring of heat flickered through me from his unhurried exploration.
"Find anything?" the first man laughed, and the second collared my clit between gloved thumb and fingertips.
"A pearl," the man chuckled softly, rolling my clit, sending flashes of arousal through me. "Of course, I figure you keep other things in there from time t' time, ay, sweet stuff?" he laughed, giving my clit a squeeze, and my body stiffened, bowing up against them as I moaned with unabashed pleasure. "I'll take that t' mean yes," he laughed, and he withdrew his hand, holding his hand up toward my face, I saw my juices gleaming from the black leather of the glove, and the first man's hand slid from my mouth. Before I could cry out, the second man's hand pushed into my mouth, catching tongue between fingers and thumb. I could see teeth flash beneath his mask. I tried to bite down but he pressed his knuckles up against the roof of my mouth as he tightened his hold on my tongue. I gasped and quickly gave up. His other hand lifted from my abdomen to push against the base of the glove as he slipped his hand from it and my mouth, leaving the glove inside. I tasted my juices upon the leather.
The man then reached out toward the first, who was back out of my line of vision, and removed the stocking mask from his partner's head. In a moment, he had wrapped it around my face to hold the glove in my mouth, tying it behind my head. He moved away to return with one of my own stockings. As they started to bind my wrists with it, I again sought to break free, turning from side to side, pulling my feet up to shove against the bed in an effort to break their hold.
"Whata you want t' do with the piece o' ass here?" the first asked, both ignoring my struggles.
"Dump the jewelry an' stuff outta the bag, and we can come back for it later. Right now, we can use it carrying her outta here," he said, taking hold of my now bound wrists in one hand.
Physically fatigued, I went limp, not even resisting as he reached down to grasp the neckline of my nightdress. He jerked downward and the cotton tore to my slender waist where the cloth was bunched. He pushed the ruined fabric out to the sides of my chest, baring my tits for his leather-encased hands to stroke. He squeezed them as if testing their firmness, and I groaned against the gag as his fingers indented the vulnerable fullness of each breast. He looked back to see what was keeping his cohort, casually plucking at the burning nubs of my nipples and humming to himself.
Another of my stockings replacing his mask, the first man returned with a large burlap bag in his hands, and they pulled me up to a sitting position. He grabbed my ankles in a hammer lock before I could think, and pulled the bag up over my feet.
"We'll be ready if anybody asks what sorta game we've bagged, ay?" the second man laughed as the first moved his arm up around my knees, the bag being pulled up behind, the texture of the burlap scraping my creamy flesh.
"Say, let's have a look at her buns before we finish," the second man said, holding the bag closed around the tops of my thighs, and they rolled me over onto my belly. "Pretty nice keister," he said approvingly, and pride blended confusingly with my humiliation.
I cried out against the glove in my mouth as the man's hand slapped down against my rounded ass cheeks, the leather stinging through them. He did not raise his hand but moved it around in a circular pattern, shifting the lush pliancy of my cheeks as he sent vibrations down through my anus, my cunt twisting against the sheets. His hand pressed one buttock out while his thumb pressed the other in the opposite direction so as to bare the carnation pink bud of my anus. His hand shifted and he bobbed his thumb against the pursed aperture, opening it despite the tightening of my anal muscles. I shivered as he slid up into my rectum.
Abruptly, he popped his thumb free, and they were tearing the remains of the nightdress from my body. They forced me to bend my legs, and the bag slid up to beneath my arms. I tried to keep them up but they pressed them down until I could no longer continue to even keep them straightened. In moments, I was fully inside the large sack, and they were tying off the top. Within my panic I wondered why they seemed so disinterested in taking me then and there.
I did not struggle, afraid of falling off the bed, and so I remained still, my thighs pressed up against my forearms, my bound hands against the top of my chest. I felt hot and a little bit afraid, knowing I had no choice now as to how I might deal with them. I was theirs to do with as they might desire.
The burlap pulled against me as the top of the sack was gripped, and my breath caught as I was tugged out over the edge. In the dark hold of the sack the distance to the floor seemed multiplied, and I felt as if I were falling through space, the contact with the floor surprising me as I fell on my fanny. Before I could register pain, they were pulling the sack across the room. I tightened into a ball, seeking to protect myself as the sack bumped into furniture. I heard the sound of a door cautiously opening, and I decided we were at the door to the hallway, light entering through the weave of the sack.
I slid forward over the carpeting outside my door, hearing it click shut and lock behind us. I listened for voices so that I might try to make enough noise or movement to reveal that I was a prisoner in the sack, but I heard no one. I dropped a few inches onto one hip and buttock and realized that we were going down the carpeted stairs. As we continued down, my body sliding a few inches only to drop to the next step, I became grateful that I only lived on the second floor.
Another door opened and I heard the sounds of cars passing, the men dragging me along the sidewalk for a few steps before lifting the sack into the air. A car door opened and I was swung forward to apparently land between front and back seats. The door on the other side opened, and then both closed, the men getting in on either side of me. The engine started and I wondered who was driving. For an instant, I brightened, hoping it was Jeff.
"Planning to drown kittens for somebody?" the driver asked with a laugh, and my shoulders slumped with my disappointment
"Naw, we gotta suck 'n' fuck machine in here," the first man chuckled.
"I heard the old joke about putting a sack over somebody's head, Walt, but this one must really have a case of the uglies," the driver said, turning on the radio.
"Oh, she's passable," the second man said, and I felt hurt by his words. "Still, I think I could dig a blow job," he remarked, and his hand pressed the sack against my face, locating my mouth. He pulled the rough fabric away, and I heard a tearing sound. I gasped as I saw light flash from a knife blade, but I quickly realized that he was only going to cut a hole in the sack.
He stuck a finger in and hooked it between my cheek and the nylon to pull it down from my face, letting it hang from around my neck as he pulled the glove from my mouth. I heard the sound of a zipper, the bag being shifted around, and a very thick cock was stabbing through the opening. I fought back the urge to resist, knowing it was futile, and his erect cock thrust into my mouth.
Bracing myself, I began to suck as he thrust lightly back and forth, his bulk filling my mouth. I blinked, feeling the other man's hands moving against my ass. The cloth pulled away and I heard the burlap being cut again, followed by a zipper's opening. They moved me around, the second man holding my head at his crotch as I gave him head, and I felt the first man's cock coming through the sack to pierce my ass. His prod was as long as the other's was thick, and it flashed up into my rectum with ease, my muscles relaxed.
Captive within the sack in a fetal position, my hands bound, I sucked with increasing vigor at the stout tool of the one man as his partner's length churned within my ass, my body surrendering to the throbbings of pleasure filling my depths. I murmured around the cock I was licking and pulling on, twisting my ass down against the other, and the two men began to groan with arousal. I wished that I could stretch my legs back around the one and caress the balls of the other. Then they were coming, and I swallowed quickly as the thick cock bucked in my mouth, come gushing down my throat. I trembled with an orgasm, my ass gripping at the other rod, and it jerked within my hold, hot gizzum jetting up into my bowels. I rubbed my arms against my swollen tits, twisting down upon the jabbing skewer of the long tool as I pulled my cheeks in around the thick one, seeking to quench my carnal thirst with every drop of their juices I could get. Another orgasm blossomed, and they were slipping from my mouth and ass, and from the sack, gasping for air as I was. Perspiration gleamed from my overheated body as I went limp upon the backseat floor, come trickling over one ass cheek, and the car continued on away from the noises of heavy traffic.
As my breathing was returning to normal, the car slowed, and turned to descend a steep driveway. By the sounds, I knew we were parking in a basement garage. The engine was turned off, and three doors opened this time. One of the three gripped the top of the sack and pulled it and me out, swinging me from the car door to the cement floor of the garage.
"Y' want some o' this pussy?" the second man asked as we moved away from the car, the first sliding me along behind.
"Um, I guess," the driver replied as we came to a stop, and I heard his fly opening.
I felt arms going around me, and I was being lifted upside down from the floor by the two who had already taken me. The blood rushing to my head, I felt fingers reach through the hole at my ass, and the burlap was tom toward my cunny. The first two holding me for him, the driver thrust his cock into the sack, and up into my damp slit. I inhaled sharply, feeling him fill my channel, his shaft as thick as the man's I had eaten, and I groaned as his head pressed against my cervix, his prick as long as the one who had buggered me. I groaned, opening my thighs as much as I could, my already aroused snatch pulsing deeply around his quickening thrusts.
I heard a bell and the sound of elevator doors sliding open. The driver walked backwards into the car, the other two keeping me positioned against him, his steps shifting his rigid column within the quaking roil of my nook. I gripped him with my vaginal muscles, shoving my hips into his thrusts as my underbelly seemed to expand beyond the limits of my body, then suddenly contracting to a molten pinpoint, expanding and contracting faster and faster. My toes curled tight, gripping the burlap against the pads of my feet as I shook with the waves of heat enveloping me, my clit throbbing harder and harder. The driver groaned from deep in his chest as the doors slid closed. I inhaled with a ragged sob, the man's cock like a combination of the two that had aroused me to a series of orgasms.
The elevator hummed as we moved higher, the car rising within the shaft, the cock racing within my channel, the images overlapping in my whirling thoughts. I grunted, unable to cry out as my throat tightened. The blood roared in my ears, the driver's tool sweeping in and out, our sounds of passion blending. The elevator seemed to move faster upward, the pinging sounds of the floor indicator seeming to come closer. I hoped we would not stop for other passengers, not even wondering at what they might do upon seeing the sight of the two men moving me up and down the driver's bucking tool. I twisted in their hold, my mouth opening wide, and I was coming, the driver following right behind me, his come spraying over my cervix, flooding my depths. The expansion of my recesses continued, no longer contracting, ecstasy overwhelming me. My throat loosened and I inhaled deeply, going limp.
"Our floor, Roy," one of the two holding me said.
"Passengers coming out," the other laughed, and the driver's prod came free of me as they carried me from the elevator.
They paused and turned me right side up. There was a knock, a door opened, and I was dropped onto a lushly carpeted floor. The bag was untied, and I heard them moving away from me, the door closing a moment later. I lay spent, unable to amass the energy required to even pull the burlap down below my face.
"A commuter sacked, just terrible," a husky voice chuckled, and I blinked my eyes open, recognizing it to be Jeff's.
My strength suddenly returning, I pulled the sack down around my shoulders, seeing him sitting before me. He was lying back in a reclining chair, his eyes closed, a pair of stereo earphones on his head. An album moved around on the turntable. Slowly, I stood on shaky legs, the burlap dropping down around my ankles. The other men had gone and I was pleased, alone with him again after my long wait. He wore a cobalt blue, terry cloth robe with loose sleeves that reached down just past his elbows, the bottom of the robe extending two-thirds of the way down his strong thighs.
I stood waiting for him to tell me what he wanted me to do, or to simply do it to me. I felt come trickling down my thighs, seeping from my slit and my ass. The tied nylon hung around my neck, my hair disarrayed, perspiration gleaming from my naked body. After spending so long preparing myself for his eyes, he would see me like that, disheveled.
The arm lifted from the record and the stereo clicked off. His eyes opened and he looked toward me, his expression revealing nothing, his eyes piercing.
"Turn the album over," he told me, and I nearly tripped on the sack as I eagerly moved to obey. "Clean yourself up in the bathroom and put on the things you'll find lying on the bed," he said as I tended to the album. "Then you'll go to apartment 41-L next door and make love to the person answering the door," he said as I moved the turntable switch to play.
Stunned by his words I turned toward him and saw that he had returned to his original position, his eyes closed as he listened to the music playing through the headphones.
"But I thought-" I began weakly, disappointed.
"Did I ask what you thought?" he asked, his tone firm.
"N-no," I murmured, shaking my lowered head.
"Then you'd best see to doing what I told you to do," he said, a trace of menace underlying his words, and my ebullient mood totally faded, a shiver of apprehension moving down my back.
I turned quickly and moved toward the bedroom and bathroom to obey his directions. Bathed and dressed, I paused so that he might appraise my appearance, but he seemed oblivious to my presence. Wanting me to please him, I moved toward the door, telling myself that the best way to do so would be by making love with the occupant of 41-L to their fullest enjoyment. Still, as I moved down the hallway, I wondered if the reason that he had not personally made use of my body was because he found it unexciting. The thought made me wince.
Shaking off my depressing thoughts, I straightened, taking a deep breath, and rang the buzzer of apartment 41-L. After a brief wait, I heard the door handle turn, the lock snapping open, and the door opened a few inches on a chain lock.
"Yes?" a woman's voice asked, and I stared with disbelief as she looked through the crack.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bridal Shower
"Emily?" I said in a small, faltering voice, stunned to see my young aunt's face looking at me.
"Hey, it's you," she grinned. "Hold on a sec," she said, and closed the door to free the chain. "Wow, it's great to see you," she beamed, opening the door wide to reveal that she had been trying on her bridal trousseau, her wedding only a few days off.
She embraced me warmly, and I was relieved to have a pause before having to speak. The realization was sinking in that Jeff's order to make love to the person opening the door referred to Emily. I felt a surge of reluctance conflicting with memories of our youthful games of sexual curiosity. I had proposed my arrangement with Jeff in order to benefit her and Bob, and now I was faced with seducing her, or perhaps even having to either beg her to make love to me, or try to force her to a point of arousal. I wanted to escape the turmoil within me, to refuse his order, but I remembered his evenly spoken words with their suggestion of menace, and I was afraid to. Perhaps I would even cause Bob to be fired.
"I was just trying on my gown again," she laughed merrily, stepping back.
"It-it looks lovely," I said in all honesty, moving my eyes over the gown of white silk surah, fragile white-on-white embroidery flowering the semi-fitted tube. Her long, graceful hands extended from the long, bell-shaped raglan sleeves. Fastening in the back, the soft collar concealed the sculpted flow of her neck. The surah headpiece extended forward a few inches at the top, then swept back to the sides to curve around her upper arms and lay against her back, shadowing her fiery hair. Belted with a long, crocheted sash of pearly soutache, I guessed that the gown had been fashioned after a Renaissance nun's habit and robes.
"Glad I-decided to drop by," I said falteringly, the light bronze tan of her face and hands seeming to radiate from the surrounding whiteness of the silk.
"Me too," she nodded. "It's been so long since we've really gotten together. Since before you-" she began, breaking off suddenly.
"Before I got married," I nodded, "and divorced."
"I didn't mean to remind you," she said, concern in her dark blue eyes.
"You didn't. I never quite forget," I said, feeling a twinge of bitterness at the recollection of Jeb, my cold, ungiving ex who had deserted me when suddenly faced with the depths of his own passions, unable to either control or deal with them. "It makes me feel good to see you and Bob together, both of you being so different from the way we were."
"Thanks," she said with a little blush. "Say, I've got some tea on. Want some?" she asked, and I nodded, following her into the kitchen.
"Let me get it, so you don't risk getting anything on your gown," I said, and began to prepare our cups.
"Um, I'd better be getting out of all this anyway. Sure does take time," she grinned, her upper lip's tilt accented, her cheeks dimpling infectiously, and we moved toward her bedroom with our tea. "You look like you're getting ready for a wedding yourself," she giggled.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"As the groom," she said, motioning to my clothes, and I looked down, having dressed without paying attention to the pants and jacket Jeff had provided. Made of black velvet, it did resemble a groom's outfit with the fitted white blouse, its pleated front, the under-the-collar, formal bow tie, and cuff-linked French cuffs, and low-heeled black shoes. "See what you mean," I murmured, amazed by Jeff's thoroughness.
I looked up and found Emily's eyes looking into mine. What was she thinking, I wondered. Was she considering my clothing as a reflection of a strange sense of humor, or was she also recalling our night time explorations beneath the covers of our girlhood beds? Her eyes left mine as she took a sip of her tea, and I did the same, the silence in the room seeming to have deepened. I sat down on the edge of her large brass bed.
"So, uh, what're you doing with yourself these days?" she asked, turning away from me to set her cup down on the dresser.
"Just ... wandering, I guess," I said, watching her reach back between her neck and the headpiece to unfasten the high collar of her gown. "Though I didn't ask for it, Jeb provided me with enough money to get by on when he ... disappeared."
"That must've been a blow," she said sympathetically, drawing the zipper down the back of the gown.
"I suppose. Anyway, it was the end of ... one stage of my life," I shrugged, not knowing quite how to phrase things.
"And this stage?" she asked, slipping the gown down over her shoulders as she turned back toward me, the lace-trimmed top of her camisole coming into view, the rounded points of her shoulders pressed forward by the crossing of her arms across her chest.
"This stage? It's ... more to my liking, at least," I replied, wondering what degree of shock she would react with if she knew about the nature and extent of my sexual adventures.
I'm glad," she smiled, drawing the gown down to her elbows, a corset over the bottom section of the camisole which pushed her wide-based breasts high on her chest. "The whole old-fashioned trip, huh?" she grinned, looking down at herself. "I decided if I was going to do it, then I'd do it all the way. 'Course, traditionalists probably wouldn't approve of me wearing white," she added, slipping her arms from the widening sleeves.
"Innocence and virginity aren't necessarily synonymous," I said, and she looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. "Besides, if you wanted to show virginity, a gown should have a big cherry in front of your pussy," I said with a tentative smile, choosing my words to see what her reaction would be.
"Yeah," she laughed after a moment of surprise, and leaned forward to slip the gown down over her petticoat after loosening the sash. "Were-were you a virgin when you got married?" she asked, and I nodded with a rueful smile, watching her carefully step out of the gown, her full-length petticoat inset with ecru lace. She carefully laid the gown out on the bed next to me, and I touched my hand to the twilled silk. "And since?" she asked with a little smile, moving back to get her cup as she unbowed the slender ribbon laced through the neckline of her camisole.
"Do you want an honest answer?" I asked soberly, and she looked at me with an arched eyebrow as she considered the question before slowly nodding. "Twenty...." I began, thinking back over the various men and women, " ... four, I think."
"You-you've been busy," she said after a moment of stunned silence, smiling nervously. "That's quite a few men for the length of time," she commented, and I wondered if she was seeking clarification as to whether or not they had all been men.
"Enough, anyway," I said, avoiding a direct answer as I looked down at my cup, raising it to take a swallow.
"Um," she murmured, lightly chewing one side of her lower lip, her fingers opening the bodice of the camisole down to the top of her corset, making her waistline even smaller, accenting the fullness of her high hips. "Maybe...." she mused, drawing the camisole up from the corset, "maybe I should've, y' know, gotten more experience before getting married."
"Satisfying your curiosity can probably be enough," I offered. "How many people've you been with?" I smiled, turning the question on her without specifying gender.
"First guy I was engaged to, some before," she began, the soft cotton slipping out from the peaked globes of her breasts, "and ... uh, a group of people," she added timidly, her pale pink aureolas partially visible.
"A group?" I asked, keeping my eyes on hers.
"Well, uh, when I first met Bob," she hedged, lowering her eyes self-consciously from mine as she tugged the sleeveless garment down around her upper arms, her beautiful young breasts now fully uncovered, her nipples like tapering peaks to the petal-like rises of her aureolas, a slightly brighter pink at their tips. A spray of fine, near invisible freckles adding a golden patina to the light bronze tan of her normally alabaster flesh, her tits not as deeply tanned. "When I first met Bob it was at an ... orgy?" she said with a helpless look, the camisole hanging down below her breasts as she slipped her arms free of the shoulder straps. "I mean, it wasn't a planned thing, but ... something that just happened."
"I understand," I smiled, and she looked relieved.
'I'm glad," she said with a shy softness to her voice, and she rubbed her hands against her petticoat.
"Hell," I said as she tugged at the petticoat, testing to see if it would pull down from beneath the corset, "how could I be shocked with all my lovers, and after our times together when we were girls."
"I-I thought you'd probably forgotten all about that," she said, barely audible as she looked up.
"No," I said, feelings of love blossoming warmly through me as I looked at my young aunt, my closest living relative.
"Me neither," she smiled brightly, and I grinned, the tension eased as to what to next speak of.
She pressed her petticoat free of the corset which curved down and in from the tops of her hips to follow the base of her belly. Her thighs were full and rounded, her calves tapering into her ankles, her legs visible through a second petticoat that was like a wedding veil, the georgette transparent over the prominent mound of her cunny which curved smoothly down her abdomen, the furry triangle of her muff a rusty red. She wore opaque-white stockings held by garters of silver silk laced through with slender blue ribbons.
"A wedding veil seemed to make more sense to me as a seventh veil," she smiled, stepping out of the upper petticoat. " 'Course, my panties'll be the seventh veil for the honeymoon, but I don't want to put 'em on till then," she explained, and slipped out of the georgette petticoat, leaving her in the white corset, stockings, headpiece, and heels.
"Really is a beautiful gown," I said, drifting the backs of my fingers over the silk.
"Want to try it on?" she asked, sitting down on the stool before her dressing table to remove her heels.
"You're kidding?" I asked, suprised.
"No," she shook her head, slipping her garters off. "I'm not taking this part of marriage too seriously-it's just a costume, really," she shrugged, and began to slip her stockings down her legs, her cunny shifting against the edge of the stool, the light catching in the soft curlings of her muff.
"Yes, all right," I nodded, taking her up on the offer, my curiosity aroused, and I stood, slipping out of my jacket. "Do you want to try mine on?" I asked with sudden inspiration. "See how you'd look in a groom's costume?" I grinned, opening my pants, and she looked at me, clearly intrigued.
She stood up as I sat back to remove the trousers and shoes, and I almost halted at the sight of her standing naked before me with only the white corset and the wide headpiece on, my previous curiosity as to how her body had matured answered, the answer deepening my breath. Emily removed the headpiece as I began to unbutton my shirt. Seeing her difficulty in working the hooks free at her back, I touched her naked hip with a smile, nodding for her to turn toward me.
I reached up below her shoulder blades, freezing for a moment as I looked at the plush cushions of her ass cheeks, their cleavage deep. Her fanny curved up and out from its center base, forming a tempting valley at the juncture of her joined thighs. Inhaling deeply, I forced my eyes up in order to open the corset, my hands brushing against the softness of her flesh, my tits almost touching her backside. I opened the last hook and swallowed, feeling dizzy."
"Thanks," she smiled, catching the garment in the front to put it on the bed, and I tended to my cuff links as I steadied my breathing.
Standing, I slipped out of the shirt, and she looked at my naked body as she slipped into the black velvet trousers. I moistened my lips, wondering if she found my matured body as pleasing as I found hers, as desirable as I found hers.
Not bothering with the underwear, except for the corset, I drew the stockings and garters up my legs, and carefully lifted the wedding gown to step into it, the silk caressing my breasts and thighs as I reached behind me to zip it up and fasten the high collar. The shoes on her feet, she pushed the skirt down into the trousers and zipped them up. Slipping on the heels, I fastened the headpiece as she slipped the cuff links through their eyelets, and I tied the sash around my waist.
Smiling, I realized how butch I must have appeared, and I crossed the room toward a full-length mirror as she fastened her tie under the shirt collar. I blinked at my reflection, stunned at how well the gown fit me, and I felt a twinge as I recalled my own wedding gown. Then, before the thought could intrude too deeply on my light-hearted mood, Emily moved to my side, and we looked at our reflection.
She had pulled her hair back and fastened it, complimenting the masculine look of her garb, though her face left little doubt that she was a beautiful young woman. She adjusted the French cuffs beneath the sleeves of the jacket, the light gleaming from the black velvet of the fitted suit.
The headpiece concealed my hair in shadow, framing my face within softening shadows, the white silk of it and the gown seeming to accent the aspect of sultry vulnerability in my appearance. I turned my eyes toward Emily, finding that she had also been considering my appearance. Our eyes met in the mirror and held for long, exploring moments. Jeff's directions echoed in my mind.
No longer did I feel any reluctance, but both of us were clearly uncertain. The room was silent but for the hum of the central air conditioning, despite which I felt very warm.
"We could pose on a cake-if we could find one big enough," she joked nervously, blinking her eyes from the reflection of mine.
"All we need is some champagne," I smiled supportingly, both of us examining our mirror image, Emily as the groom and me as the bride.
"Say, hey!" she beamed. "Be right back," she grinned enthusiastically, and I turned my head to watch her quickly leave the room.
I did not move, my breasts rising and falling beneath the softness of the gown, my cunny tremoring with heat. Not only did I want to obey Jeff's instructions, but I wanted to make love to my young aunt, to express the warmth I felt for her and, perhaps, recapture something of the closeness we had shared as girls.
Staring off, deep in thought, I heard a refrigerator open and close, a light popping sound, and I refocused my eyes with a grin, hearing the ring of crystal on crystal. Carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses, Emily came back into the bedroom.
"You were saying?" she laughed, and I took the glasses to hold them as she poured. She reached out to her side, setting the bottle alongside her tea cup, and our fingers brushed as I handed her glass to her. "A toast?" she asked, lifting her glass.
"To childhood relations," I whispered after a moment's thought, and I linked my forearm with hers.
Our lips pursed around the rims of the champagne glasses, we drank, our eyes meeting as we stood close to one another, our arms linked. I could tell by the expression in her dark blue eyes that my words had let her know that I remembered caressing her budding young breasts as she kissed mine, our fingers exploring one another's downy, virgins' mounds. We both tilted our glasses back, but neither of us moved to separate, both of us breathing deeply.
Suddenly, she lowered her eyes, her face coloring. I moistened my lips, wanting to cup her chin in my fingers, and lift her face, but something was holding me back. Perhaps, it was a desire to have her act first.
"Etcetera, etcetera," she said with a faint smile, again attempting to reduce the tension with humor, to delay looking back into my eyes. "You may now kiss the bride," she said in a mock serious, bass voice, and looked up with a broad grin that evaporated as the meaning of the words sank home. She turned her eyes to the mirror, confusion showing in her expression, and she was met with the image of us dressed as bride and groom, she the groom.
She looked back at me anxiously, finding my face tranquil, my lips slightly parted, my eyes telling her that I was waiting.
The day had been filled with confusion, moving too fast since the men entered my bedroom, for me to fully grasp things. Now, everything seemed to have suddenly altered, moving in slow-motion. My eyelids were heavy, and I could feel the heat of her flesh through her sleeve and mine. She was leaning forward, her lips parted, too. The levels within the glasses shifted lazily from side to side. I leaned my head slightly to one side. Our shoulders moved closer to our hands, and we held the glasses out further to the side. I could feel her breath fluttering against my lips. I opened my lips wider, inhaling deeply. Our mouths touched, our eyes closed. Our lips brushed from side to side, and the tip of her tongue touched within my mouth.
Small murmurs of release escaped both of our throats and vibrated around the exploring caresses of our tongues. I marveled at how soft the texture of her tongue was, the fullness of her lips shifting against mine. The room seemed to tilt from side to side like a boat at sea, the rushing of my blood sounding like the stuff within my ears. She touched her free hand to my hip just beneath the sash, and she tentatively squeezed, making sure that I would not rebuke her before she began to caress my naked body beneath the silk.
My breasts strained against the gown, and I moved closer until our bodies touched. She inhaled sharply, sucking lightly at my tongue, her hand tightening around my hip. Her body pressed forward against mine, the crotch of her trousers against the lap of my gown, and I could feel the heat of her loins radiating through the clothing as I knew she could feel mine. I slid my free hand inside her coat and up her back, feeling the pliant contours of her body through the dress shirt.
Our tongues moved deeper and with deepening passion. I spread my hand between her shoulder blades, bringing our torsos closer, crushing our breasts together. Her hand pressed down the side of my thigh and around over one of my full ass cheeks, her fingers pressing into the ripe yield. We stiffened, arching forward off the balls of our feet, our hips straining against one another's as the molten tremors erupted.
We groaned into our kiss as our orgasm flowered through our bodies, our lips pulling against each other's, and our mouths parted. We gasped for air, our faces lifted. I swayed with vertigo, knowing my knees would have buckled if I had not had her body's support. The glasses chimed together, the champagne swinging from side to side, our bent arms trembling with tension.
Our mouths eased back, our lips still brushing around the flutterings of our breaths. We looked into one another's glazed eyes, seeking to orient ourselves.
"I-she began in a tight whisper, suddenly uncertain, and I pressed my mouth back into the softness of her lips, silencing her, our eyes holding for long moments. Then I felt her mouth curl into a smile, lifting the comers of my mouth with hers.
She took a half step back and slipped the glass from my hand, putting it back on the dressing table as she held her own to my dry lips. She took a sip, too, and put her glass with mine. I waited for her to act, and she gave a little nod, as if understanding this. I watched her long, graceful hand extend to my hip, and she eased the woven sash loose to let it slide down and drop to the carpet.
Her hand moved up my waist, gently massaging through the loosened sheath. She stepped back, our bodies brushing, and I slid my hands inside her coat, cupping one side through her dress shirt, and slipping two buttons open over her stomach. Her other hand lifted, her forearm brushing one of my yearning breasts through the gown as she drifted her fingertips beneath my ear and around to the top of the dress' high collar.
I slid my fingers into her shirt front, and spread my hand over the satin-soft firmness of her stomach, raising my thumb to rub the little lip of flesh under the rounded indentation of her small navel. Our lips lazed back and forth against one another's, the tips of our tongues touching, and she slipped the collar's hooks free of their eyelets. I inhaled deeply as I felt the dress open down from the back of my neck, and my breasts pressed out against hers.
Our mouths pressed back together again, and she slid her tongue into my mouth. Her fingers caught the tab of the gown's zipper, and I murmured with expectation, sliding the tapering length of my tongue over the velvet texture of hers. My eyes closed as she lowered the zipper down to the top of the corset, and I turned my fingers upward against her belly, my wrist against my own tightened stomach. Our tongues curled and pressed hungrily, my shoulders lifting as she slipped the gown from their slender contours. I pressed my hand down, my fingers going down under the waistband of her trousers between her shirt and the smooth curve of her stomach into her abdomen, my thumb out to push her belt free of its buckle.
Cupping the rounded points of my shoulders in her palms, she slid her fingers over my back and began to press the sleeves down from my upper arms, the silk lowering from the gentle rises of my collarbones toward the tops of my forward-thrust breasts. I opened her belt and drew the front of her shirt up from under her pants, slipping the bottom buttons open. Our tongues swirled in the fused coves of our humid mouths. I pressed my hands under her shirt and out till the heels of my hands fitted to the defined sides of her belly, my fingers curling around her waist as my forearms forced the shirt from the waistband out to her sides.
I squeezed her waist firmly, arching forward against her as she moved the dress down to my elbows, the silk caressingly slipping over the vulnerable teardrops of my breasts, tugging at the burning of my cupped nipples. I pressed my tits out against her shirt front, the lapels of her coat slipping over the wide-based domes of her breasts. Her hands curved to my upper arms, moving up and down them lovingly, the dress holding my elbows to my sides while my hands and wrists were under her shirt. My cunny was pulsing with damp heat, my breath stuttering as I shoved my tits over her still covered breasts, the blood pounding in my head.
I moved my hands down and in, fumbling to find her zipper, and I moved it carefully down, slipping the joined fingers of one hand behind the tab to keep the soft curlings of her muff from being caught, the rusty fur against the backs, the heat of her nook radiating out against my flesh. She inhaled sharply, sucking my tongue deeper into her mouth as my knuckles brushed along her slit, and her hands tightened around my arms and pressed down. I followed the direction of her pressure, my mouth moving down her chin as I began to kneel.
The insides of my forearms against her thigh, I gripped her hips, my lips sliding down from the supple smoothness of her belly, over her trousers' clasped waistband, and into the fragrant warmth of her bright triangle framed within the open crotch of the garment. Her fingers spread over my shoulders, and I raised my eyes to see her looking drunkenly down at me, her eyes heavily lidded, her lips parted to her deepened breathing. I smiled up at her, warmed by her pleasure, and the comers of her mouth curled, her fingers lifting to my hair. She cupped my head, holding my face to her succulent warmth, and I opened my lips against the damp center of her muff.
Her fingers wove themselves in my hair, her hips arching forward as I drew the point of my tongue up her shimmering furrow, and she lifted onto the balls of her feet with a low murmur, I shifted my lips against the soft fur, and the softer slit, extending my tongue to pull the widening flat of it over her lips. She sipped air through pursed lips, her shoulders bunching as I moved my hands back to incase her full, rounded ass cheeks through the pants, shifting them down toward their deep cleavage. I sucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth for a moment to savor her delicious nectar, and then pressed it deep into the envelope of her sex to lick up and down.
She trembled with joy, and I moved my tongue higher, seeking out her clit, and she moaned as I burrowed my mouth into the plump purse of her cunny, my tongue pressing the furls of tender flesh away from her pearl. Her body shook against me, an orgasm flowering out from the meeting of her erect node and my fluttering tongue tip. She lurched against me, and I held her tighter against me, holding her up as her legs went momentarily limp, her hands opening from their pulling at my hair.
Both her hive and my mouth were drenched with her rich juices, and I continued to lick at the sweet meat of her clit with a steady rhythm. She tensed again with a second orgasm, a cry of ecstasy pulling loose of her constricting throat as I continued to hold her, gradually easing the movement of my tongue and my hands. She went limp, gasping, and I continued, slowing my licking of her clit, each orgasm briefer until she gurgled, mellow with pleasure as I closed my lips around the hot nib, finishing with a small, suckling kiss.
I leaned back, the air cool on my damp face, and I began to steady my breathing as I looked up at her blurred smile, my grip keeping her thighs against my tits. Her cunt quivered within the opening of her pants, the rusty fur gleaming damply to either side of her slit My weight on my knees and curled toes, I sat back over my calves, lowering my arms out from my sides, my palms turned outward as I offered myself. The gown slid down around the tops of my forearms, the bottom of the opened back dropping beneath the back of the white corset's hold around my waist, the cloth curving below the upper cleavage of my full ass cheeks.
Emily pressed her coat back over her shoulders, and lowered her arms for me to draw it down and off. I looked down and removed her shoes and socks from her small feet
"Now ... my pants," she said in a dry whisper, consciously willing herself to direct my actions as I knelt at her feet. Relief and joy swelled within me, and I raised my hands to the waistband of the black velvet groom's pants, the bridal gown tugging at the insides of my elbows.
The clasp came free, and I held each side of the opening to slowly draw the velvet out from the flow of her belly into her abdomen, from the delicate shallows at the insides of her hips, and then down from the lushness of her high hips. I pressed my hands against the outer tops of her thighs, staring at her bared loins, the rich span a bit lighter than the surrounding light bronze of her tanned flesh, the rusty curlings of her triangle standing out brightly by contrast.
I let the weight of my arms lower my hands which held the trousers. The black velvet dropped below the plump purse of her nook, the base of which curved under between the tops of her lightly gapped thighs, the inner tendons creating a slender arch at their apex. A fine golden down hazed the fullness of her rounded thighs, her calves tapering down into her ankles, around which I lowered the trousers. Emily touched her hands back to my head, balancing herself as I drew each foot from the dark fabric, the carpet beneath us a dark burgundy.
Moving the trousers out to the side, I sat back again, arching my back forward as I lifted my head to look up at her. She now wore only the pleat-fronted dress shirt with its dress tie and cuff links, the light haloing her hair with an amber gold, her hair still tied back. Our eyes held, and I could detect confusion in them as she wondered if she should freely follow her desires, if she should continue to tell me what to do. I sought to say "yes" through my own eyes, my body feverish.
"Stand up," she told me, her voice just audible, and I obeyed, the bell-shaped, raglan sleeves sliding down off my arms as the loosened sheath dropped, the silk caressing my hips and thighs. The dress draped around my feet, and I stood with my arms hanging loosely from my sides, wearing only the white corset and the silver-gartered opaque stockings, the dress concealing the white satin heels.
She looked down from my face, following the sculpted flow of my neck as it tapered into my shoulders, and I trembled with excitement as she raised her fingertips to the shallows at the insides of my shoulders beneath the outsides of my collarbones. She eased her eyes and fingers down together, following the supple curving down into the full teardrops of my breasts, caressing them to the burning ache of my shell-pink nipples, sending waves of stunning pleasure through them.
Her hands opened wide, her fingers spreading, and she touched the centers of her palms to the cupped tips of my nipples, a flash of heat rushing through each breast, my shoulders pulling back as I gasped, my nook clutching tight around the humid fever pulsing within it. She lowered the graceful lengths of her hands, dragging her palms down over the tips of my nipples, increasing the flurries of heat.
My eyes almost closed, I saw her hands move down and out below the base of the corset, my lungs straining against its binding as my breathing deepened. She moved her hands over my hips, a fraction of an inch between our flesh, and static electricity seemed to crackle in that space, tingling my nerve endings. She looked down intently, stretching her hands back over my ass cheeks and back around to the tops of my thighs. My lips parted, the electric heating of my flesh seeming to spread out from where her hands had passed over. I slid my tongue between my dry lips, my jaw tightening, wanting her to truly touch me, to press her naked loins to mine, but I denied myself, waiting for her to act.
"Finish undressing me," she said, and she raised her French cuffs for me to remove the links.
My fingers trembling, I awkwardly held the cuff links between my right palm and two fingers, and opened her tie, holding it with the links as I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her shirt with my free hand. The cloth opened downward, widening to reveal the spray of fine freckles darkening the bronze tan of her chest and then the paler flesh of her inner breasts. I slipped the last button free, and the shirt front opened to the indistinct rims of her carnation-pink aureolas.
Almost hesitantly, I lifted my hand back to just above her breasts, and eased the fabric slowly out from over one breast, revealing the slightly brighter pink of her nipple which tapered up from the petal-soft rise of her aureola. The cloth caught against the outer curve of her shoulder, and I paused for a moment, staring down at the stunning beauty of her wide-based breast. Swallowing hard, I lifted the shirt to let it drop over the top of her arm, curving down and in around her upper arm.
Her flesh flushed beneath the bronze tan and flecks of golden freckles, her face and body shone radiantly, her lidded, dark blue eyes shining. I was having difficulty in breathing as I looked at her, my hand tight around the tie and links, the metal of the latter digging into my palm. The French cuffs open, the dress shirt hung off her left shoulder, half concealing her right breast, her body grown lushly supple with the years, filling me with deepening desire.
I eased the right side of the shirt over her shoulder, and the garment slipped down her shoulders to fall over the suit coat. She was fully naked.
"Remove your heels," she said, and I lifted each calf and foot up behind me in turn to slip the white satin slings off. Straightening, I realized that I was shorter than Emily. My body was throbbing with arousal.
She looked past me and I realized with a surge of happiness that she was looking toward her bed. I blinked as she suddenly leaned forward, and she slid one arm around my corseted waist, the other curving behind my knees. To my stunned amazement, she straightened, lifting me into her arms with apparent ease. Swallowing against the tightness of my throat, I raised the hand closest to her to the back of her neck, touching the other to her shoulder, her silky flesh's warmth sending me into a fever, my body trembling against her nakedness.
We came to the edge of the bed and she lowered me. I dropped my hand from her shoulder to reach down, and I threw the spread and top sheet back. She lowered me down with my head on her pillow, and I reluctantly let my other hand slip from behind her shoulder as she straightened. I looked up at her, feeling very vulnerable, all will to act having fled me for the moment, my limbs heavy.
Time seemed to blur, the images my eyes sent to my brain overlapping. She turned, and my lips parted, my eyes widening with a fear that she was going to leave the room, turning out the lights to leave me alone to sleep. She seemed to glide back across the room, and relief filled me as I saw her returning with one of the champagne glasses in her right hand, the bottle in her left.
She held the rim of the glass to my lips, and the champagne washed my dry mouth, and cleared my constricted throat.
She tilted the bottle above the top of my slit, and the champagne splattered down over my clit as she stretched out to press her mouth into my cunny. The bubbles of carbonation fizzed over my clit her lips sipping the drink into her mouth. I moaned, sweltering with joy as she drank from my loins, my pearl pulsing faster and faster within the tickling of the tiny, popping bubbles. Molten heat broiled within my core, my face lifting as my features contorted with the raptures raining through me.
I cried out in a ragged gasp, coming as she licked the drink from the goblet of my sex, and she set the bottle on the floor as she continued to go down on me, plunging her tongue into my depths. My elbows pulled in against my sides, my hands lifted beseechingly as orgasms swept over me like incoming waves.
She raised up, and she was kneeling over my hips, her legs pressed in against me as she lowered the rich purse of her pussy to mine, the rusty curls open from the wet pink of her hive. I groaned as our furrows pressed damply together, waves of ecstasy surging up from the searing bum of my lips to flood my senses with joy.
I thrust and twisted myself against the thrusting rocking of her cleave, and her eyes lidded with pleasure. She leaned toward me, her body curving forward, and she pressed the heels of her hands against the bases of my tits, her hands curving over their swollen rises. I shoved my chest up against the hold of her hands, and raised my own to cover hers, squeezing her hands closed around my breasts until her fingers indented their tops, and pulling down against the press of her heels, my nipples pinched between her fingers.
I came again, gasping. I slid my hands up her straightened arms, gripping them to pull downward as I twisted my breasts in her clutching hands.
Her mound spasmed against mine, her red hair swirling around her face as she whipped her head from side to side, her legs tightening around my hips. She cried out, her body shaking, her hands tightening to hang onto sanity as her climax roared through her.
She thrust her cunt back and forth against my splay; mounted upon the saddle of my hips, her knees pressed into my sides. Phosphorescent blasts reverberated through my depths, ecstasy engulfing my mind, my body overpowered by hers and by my climax.
We were in a carnal frenzy, writhing with delirious raptures until she could no longer remain upright, until I could no longer endure the intensity. Our bodies jerking with the convulsions of our underbellies, we lay sprawled together, our lungs heaving, her beautiful body limp atop mine.
CHAPTER SIX
Family Member
In the morning, I awoke and dressed to reluctantly depart, wondering if Jeff would want me to recount my and Emily's night of lovemaking. I touched a kiss to her sleeping face before I slipped out into the hallway.
A few days later, I was waiting with Emily for her wedding ceremony to begin. We had not spoken to one another, nor seen one another since that night, and I was nervous as I joined her in the bride's room, wondering if she had been turned against me by second thoughts.
Her back to me, she reached up to push her hair away from the hooks of her gown's high collar. I exhaled deeply, with relief, and happily opened the collar, remembering being stretched out in only the tight corset and stockings, the headpiece spread back around my head as she had collapsed upon me.
I slid the zipper down, and was confused for a moment, then realized that she was wearing neither the camisole nor the corset, and that her supple back was bare. She turned around grinning, and bent to catch the hem of the full-length sheath.
"I decided t' hell with veils," she chuckled, lifting the silk around her hips to reveal that she wore neither petticoats nor panties, and that her sweet cunny was naked. "How's my bridesmaid attired beneath her gown?" she asked with a sensual smile, resting her hands upon her naked hips.
"I-I'm " I faltered with a nervous smile, and reached back to open my white chiffon gown, slipping it forward off my shoulders so that the sleeves dropped around the gathered cuffs, the dress itself draping around my lower thighs as I let my arms hang slack.
"Your outfit's supposed to compliment the bride's," she said with a tsking sound as she saw my petticoat and bra. "Here," she said, letting her dress drop back down over her legs, and she began stripping all of my underclothing from me, including my panties, garter belt and stockings. "Much better," she nodded approvingly, and she took a silver garter from a bag. "Can't have you feeling immodest," she said, her free hand giving my heated nook a squeeze as she handed me the garter that matched those she wore.
A few minutes later, we were both moving down the aisle, the garter around my one thigh all I had on beneath my gown, a garter that was a duplicate of those around the tops of her stockings, which were all she wore beneath her wedding gown. Glowing, I suddenly started, seeing Bob waiting at the end of the aisle, Jeff beside him. Forcing myself to retain my composure, I realized Jeff was Bob's best man.
Upon leaving Emily's apartment, I had started toward the apartment I had left Jeff in, but I was greeted by the three men who had taken me there. They had told me to enter the elevator with them, and to strip as we started down. Unsure, I had started to protest, but they had simply told me they would tear the clothes from me if I did not obey. I undressed within the descending cubicle, unsure if they were still acting as Jeff's agents or not, but recalling that all three had already had me.
They had stopped the elevator, keeping the doors shut until I was naked, and then pointed out a door on a lower floor. They told me to ring the bell, and to give head to the person answering. I protested that it was morning, and that people would be coming out to go to work, to enter the elevator, but their threatening eyes had sent me out into the hall. I had a premonition of who was going to open the door ad I rang the bell, and I found it was correct, as Bob looked out at me with surprise and a pleasant smile.
He had just showered and was wearing a robe. Without a word, I had slid my hands into it beneath its belt, curving my hands around his already stiffening cock. Going to my knees, I had taken his erect prick into my mouth, aligning my throat to take the head of Emily's future husband's tool down into it as I licked and sucked him.
Failing to get any reply from me, he had given up his questions to grip the door frame for balance as I swirled my tongue over the relief work of his shaft's veinage, my cheeks pulling in as I began sucking and relaxing, sucking and relaxing my hold, easing my lips up and down his trunk. His feet spread wider, braced against the floor as his hands tightened, his eyes closing to the ecstasies I was voicing up through the vector of his sex, as I beckoned his hot come from his engorged balls.
I refused to allow myself to hurry, intent on creating as much pleasure for him as possible, on performing to the best of my abilities for the fiance of the woman I had spent the night making love with, to let Jeff know how good I could be, how talented my mouth was, knowing the men were watching from the cracked elevator door. I also knew that, at any moment, Bob's neighbors could be coming out of their apartments to see me kneeling there naked, hungrily sucking his big prick, but I did not let that dread hurry me.
Then, his body began to arch forward from the bracing of his hands and feet, his hips thrusting, his cock beginning to spasm as it drove down into my throat He murmured hoarsely, tensing as his spend blasted loose of his nuts, and I stroked his balls, urging his gizzum through his body, into his jerking rod, and out through the lips of his head to gush down my throat. He twisted and bucked his hips, his breath catching as he climaxed, and I pulled my tightened mouth up his pumping shaft, as his head rose from my throat. His spend flooded my mouth with his taste, my tongue lapping at him as I drank his heady brew, and grew drunk with the success of my mouthings, with his satiation.
I sucked until he was going limp, the last of his juices given up to me. He leaned against one side of the doorway, his breathing audible, and I stood. He looked at me with a bewildered smile of satisfaction, and it filled me with joy. I turned, and walked back toward the waiting elevator, knowing he was watching the movement of my legs and ass. I heard a door open, and I wondered if he was stepping back into his apartment. The elevator doors slid open for me.
I stepped into the car, moving to the back of it as the doors closed back, and the three men moved to stand shoulder to shoulder between me and the front, their backs to me. My head began to clear as we descended, and then my breath caught, as the elevator came to a stop. I realized that someone had rung for it and would be getting in with us. I saw the doors slide back as I looked over the shoulders of the three.
The doors held for a few moments, and the men stepped aside to let a man move past them to stand at the rear of the car. He stared at me with stunned disbelief. He was clearly on his way to work. The three moved back between us and the closing doors. I knew without words what was expected of me, as the man's eyes moved appreciatively over my naked body, and his cock hardened to tent his trousers out.
"Do you want me to give you head, or would you prefer fucking either my cunt or my ass?" I had asked him, and he had answered a few moments later in a strangled voice that he wanted my cunt. The three had stopped the elevator between, floors until the passenger had balled me against the rear wall, blasting his spunk up into my underbelly.
After I had licked him clean, and he had recovered, they let him off at the next floor down. The ceremony was repeated again and again. Before we reached the basement garage, I had eaten a second man, had eaten a woman while her husband had butt-fucked me, and had taken two more men and a boy in my cunny.
Remembering those events, and how the three had then returned me to my apartment building, giving me only a very short, transparent dress in which to enter the building and climb the stairs to my apartment, I flushed warmly, remembering having been on view for all who had passed.
Now, Bob was looking past me to the head of the aisle where Emily was. Jeff glanced at me in passing, his expression revealing nothing about his reactions to my fulfillment of his orders. Again, I wondered why he had yet to make any personal use of me, not having touched me at all since we were first introduced, and he had tongued and bitten my hand. I wanted to give him pleasure directly, to have him take my mouth and cunt, my hands and ass, to have him grip and bite, to bind and overpower me.
Jeff and I stood to the side as Emily joined Bob for their wedding ceremony. I stood between him and those in attendance, all eyes were on the couple.
"Put your hand into my pants, and stroke my cock," Jeff said, his whispered words audible only to my ears. I froze in shock. He had directed me to do what I most wanted to do, but there at Emily's and Bob's wedding, it would be risking a scandal for them, and humiliation for myself.
All were looking away from us, and I was between the audience and Jeff. My heart pounding maddeningly. Wanting to comply with his directions, and to hold his prick, I told myself that only if he made sounds of pleasure would we be discovered. I eased my hand back from my side toward his crotch, straining to look back from the comer of my eye. My fingers brushed the hard bulk of his tool through his trousers.
I fumbled to find the zipper, and its opening sounded very loud to my ears, but nobody seemed aware that anything was happening. I slid my fingers into his fly, and inhaled deeply as I curled them around the thick spar of his shaft. I trembled, feeling the heat of his flesh stretched taut over the bulk of his tool, and I pressed my joined fingers downward, rubbing the heel of my hand against the base of his trunk as I stretched my hand, seeking his head with my fingertips.
His eyelids were lowered slightly, his breathing deepened, but he showed no other signs of arousal or pleasure. My mind blurred, my naked body beneath my gown sweltering with desire, my clit pulsing. I felt dizzy, and if he had asked me then to go to my knees before all present, to open my mouth wide for his huge member to fountain into, I would have done it, oblivious to the eyes of the others gathered there.
"Time for the ring," he whispered, and I was confused, blinking clear of my thoughts to interpret the words, realizing he had to move forward and hand Bob the wedding ring. I almost groaned, not wanting to give up my limited embrace of his cock, wanting to at least bring him to climax. Biting into my lower lip, I consciously willed my hand to release his prod, and zip his pants back up.
I watched him yearningly as he moved away from me, and the rest of the ceremony became a blur. He became lost to my sight on the way to the reception, and I could not find him there. My disappointment was so great that my eyes burned with tears, and the question as to when he would next beckon my services filled my mind.
When Bob and Emily prepared to depart, I and the others went outside. Their happiness lessened my torments. Bob embraced me to say goodbye, and smiled at me for an instant before kissing me. His tongue flowed into my mouth for a deep, loving kiss that left me breathless. Emily's hand touched my shoulder to turn me, and her kiss was equally passionate.
She smiled at me, and we both noted Bob looking at us with curiosity over our kiss. She looked to me, and then back at him, realizing that his kiss had also been passionate. They looked at one another with curiosity.
"You-you shouldn't start off with ... with secrets," I forced myself to say to them, and they slowly nodded to one another before getting into their car.
I watched them drive away, and the reception partygoers began to depart. Jeff had gone, and Emily and Bob. Feeling very alone, I walked listlessly toward the lot where my car was parked, wishing I had been able to see Jeff's cock as I vividly recalled the feel of it. Half hearing an auto enter the lot, I moved to the side to let it pass, continuing toward my own.
"We decided we'd prefer having you to secrets between us," Emily's voice said, and I turned to see her stepping out of their car, motioning me into the front seat. Speechless, I stepped forward, and paused as I saw Bob's balls and erect cock protruding from his opened trousers.
Emily's hands lifted my gown from my naked legs and ass, and she cupped my hips to move me forward. I sat down in the middle of the seat, the upholstery cool against my ass cheeks. I looked from the smiling Bob to the doorway, seeing Emily drawing her wedding gown up her stockinged legs, and around her hips, the sunlight glowing brightly from the rusty curlings of her muff. Sat down next to me, our naked hips touching, and she closed the door.
Overjoyed, I looked from one to the other as the car started forward, and I reached out to each side, gripping his thick length in my left hand while cupping her plump cunny in my right, my center finger pressing into her damp slit.
"Maid of Honor," Emily murmured, lifting the wedding bouquet I had caught from where it had slipped from my hand. I moaned as she slid the joined stems up into my furrow, and I looked down to see the flowers seeming to bloom from my cleave, a visual metaphor for the ecstasies blossoming from within my depths.
They shared their honeymoon bed with me, Emily and I going down on him at the same time, Bob and I going down on her, I eating them both as they balled, their mouths burrowing together in my snatch. We moved without hurry from position to position, from climax to climax, and I tongue-bathed their bodies when they were spent. I was a true bridesmaid.
When they departed on their honeymoon trip, I was enraptured from our long night together, from the ecstasies we had shared. Emily and I were closer than we had ever been before. I made no mention of Jeff having originally sent me to them when Bob told me that he had been promoted in Jeff's organization, instead telling them to call me any time they desired me for anything.
The days began to pass. I once again waited hopefully for Jeff to send for me, to come for me, feeling even more bound to give him pleasure for having set in motion the events leading to my sharing of Emily's and Bob's bed.
When I began to give up hope that I would hear from him in the foreseeable future, my doorbell rang, and anticipation swelled newborn within me as I rushed to answer it.
I came to a halt, my lips parted to greet Jeff, but it was not he that stood before me. It was a tall woman with light brown hair brushed back to fan out around her face in soft waves. She wore a tan Moroccan vest-coat, matching calf-high suede boots, a nylon blouse soft over breasts full in both height and width, and a dark brown skirt. Her neck a graceful column, her arms and legs were long, making her appear more slender than she actually was. Her prominent, violet eyes moved down the length of my body in a perfunctory inspection.
"Jeff's sent me for you," she said, moving past me into my living room. "My name's Donna," she added, turning back to look at me as I stood holding the open door, overjoyed by her words. "Close the door, and get over here, bitch," she snapped, and I eagerly obeyed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pleasure Bound
Donna told me to remove all the clothing and jewelry I wore, and I nervously did so as she opened a bag she had brought with her. She tossed a black leather coat back at me, and I half caught it as it slapped against my naked tits and belly. It reached to the middle of my calves, the smell of the leather crisp. I flattened the wide collar out against my shoulders, and rubbed the texture of the lapels between my thumbs and fingertips, watching her remove matching boots from the bag.
I sat down, and slipped my feet into the high-heeled boots, then drew the ring-tab zippers up to their tops at the centers of my thighs. The boots fit the contours of my legs, holding them like a second skin. She moved around behind me, and her slender hands pressed against the back of my head before I could sit up. Swiftly, her long, long fingers gathered and pinned my hair up from my neck. I straightened, and her hands returned, reaching around my throat to slip a wide, metal-studded collar of black leather around my neck. A silver ring hung from the center in front and the collar closed in the back, a metal latch protruding from one side to slide into the center of the other. The collar was a third of an inch thick. It clicked shut.
She pushed her spread hand against the top of my spine, and I stood. Donna went back to the bag. The leather of the coat shifted caressingly against my fanny, the sides of my hips and thighs, and the outsides of my breasts; it was open down the front, exposing my tremoring cunny, my belly's firm curve, the swollen teardrops of my tits, and the cupped nubs of my nipples standing out erectly, their shell-pinkness brushing against the gleaming ebony of the leather lapels. The mid-thigh boots molded to my legs, the high heels accenting their shapeliness.
Six feet of narrow, small-linked chain was wound around one of Donna's hands, a ring clasp dangling from the end of it. She fastened it to the ring of my collar, and let the chain slip loose from her hand which grasped the other end's loop of black leather. The cool links hung down between my breasts, shifting against my belly and the top of my full mound.
"Put this on," she told me, holding out an item of black leather and chain.
I looked down at it, holding it in both hands to figure out its purpose, and then I pushed back the coat to connect one leather ribbon at the base of my back. With one hand, I pushed the chain that hung from the connection between my thighs, pulling it through with the other. The slender links pulled into the cleavage of my rounded ass cheek as I pulled it through a ring at the front of the narrow belt that matched the ring at the front of my collar, and the chain pressed against my wispy plume to open my slit, the smooth links pressing against the top and base of my slit, as it pulled taut within my cleave. I lifted the remaining chain to the collar, drawing it against the light indentation rising along the center of my firm belly to a point between the centers of my tits, and she unfastened the leash from my collar. I slipped the loin chain through the silver ring, and she fastened the leash to it.
She moved back from me, her long legs moving gracefully in their pale tan boots that reached up to just below her knees. The chain curved out from between my throat and her hand, and the beautiful column of her neck tilted to the side as she considered my appearance, her prominent, violet eyes moving from my boots to where the chain held my cunny open, up along my naked torso to where the chain slid through my collar. Her eyes were tilted slightly toward their comers, her lashes thick and dark, her eyebrows lightly arched over the full curves of her brows.
"Button the coat down to the middle of your belly, over the chain," she told me, and I did so, wondering what she was preparing me for, my tits pressing against the leather as I buttoned the coat. "Now button it up from the bottom," she directed, and I leaned forward to do so. The buttons ended just above my knees.
She turned when I had finished, and the chain extended out from between the buttons at the center of my stomach. She moved toward the door. The chain went taut, pulling against the upper half of the coat, against the collar's ring, along my torso, and up between my pubes and buttocks, jerking me forward. Heat surged through my underbelly as I caught my balance on the high heels, the rounded links tugging against the sleek heat of my snatch and the tip of my pulsing clit.
We went down the stairs to the first floor, Donna keeping the chain taut, and she gathered it in her hand before we went out onto the sidewalk so that I had to walk a few inches behind her. Pedestrians moved around and past us, glancing at my leather outfit, and at two attractive women, but unaware of the loin chain and leash.
I was put into the back seat of the limousine that had transported me from Emily's to Bob's, and Donna got in the front next to the chauffeur who had driven me, Walt and Roy. She pulled the chain through the sliding glass panel between the driver and passenger areas.
"Unbutton the coat," she told me without looking back, and she closed the panel around the chain after I had obeyed. The chain was pulled taut between my throat and the front. We moved into traffic, my body on view for anyone looking into the car, whether someone in a higher vehicle, or a pedestrian moving past. My cunny pressed forward upon the grained leather of the seat, the slender chain holding it open. I dampened my lips, excitement mounting within me, desire and dread blending as I tried to imagine what Jeff could have devised for the more than six and a half days remaining in our contract.
We drove away from the city and turned off the highway to approach a private airport, heading out onto the field where a two-engine jet was parked, with a ramp leading up to the opened doorway in the side of the streamlined, ebony fuselage. Donna opened the glass panel, tossing the leash back at me, the chain lightly striking my thighs and hips as it landed. She got out and opened the back door, holding her hand out toward me. I handed her the leash and she turned toward the plane. I scrambled to get out of the limousine before the chain went taut, and followed her toward the boarding platform.
A light wind flapped the open coat out from my naked body, the leather slapping at my thighs, and I saw the flight crew fueling the jet. The men grinned lasciviously at me, following the chain down the front of my body into the cloven hillock of my sex. I felt my flesh warm with a blush, but made no move to cover myself, as I followed Donna up toward the entrance into the plane. Realizing that her clothing was a stewardess's uniform, I wondered who was in the plane, and what would happen with its confines. Aloft, there would be nowhere to flee, nor any way for any outsider to come to my aid. My heart pounded faster, and we moved into the jet, the passenger section was empty, the cockpit door closed. Sunlight came in through the cabin windows; the only light on was in the rear of the plane. I followed Donna down the aisle, noting the comfortable seats placed farther apart than on a commercial jet, and we moved through a lounge area, a large, circular couch at its center, and back into the galley.
"Remove the coat," she told me, draping the leash over a hook in the wall as she opened a closet. "And the loin belt, and leash," she added after I had hung the coat up, and I obeyed. "Come on, don't dawdle!" she snapped, and I started with surprise before quickly unsnapping the chains and the belt. "Pull out the collar studs," she told me, holding out a long, white silk scarf. "Run this through," she said, and I found that the studs topped small rings that extended from the thickness of the collar. Following her instructions, I threaded the scarf through, letting both ends hang down through the center rings. "Tie it," she told me, and I did so, the scarf then reaching down just past my cunt. She held out a pair of gold-tinted, large lensed flying goggles which I put on, and then a black leather flying cap which buckled under my chin. The goggles curved down below my eyes, my face below them the only part of my head now visible, my forehead, hair, and ears held by the closefitting, soft leather of the helmet. The goggles gave everything I saw a radiant, golden cast while making my large, golden eyes seem even brighter.
"And this," she said, taking a legless jumpsuit from the closet.
The black leather was lined with soft rabbit fur, and I carefully slipped my boots through the leg holes, then drew it up around my body to slide my arms through the long sleeves. Cut to the tops of my full hips on the sides, the crotch of the garment was cut out, the rabbit's fur showing around the outsides of my exposed mound, and up along the cleavage of my uptilted ass. Snaps fastened from above my plume to just beneath the deep socket of my raised navel, the outfit open above that in a plunging neckline, my nipples and aureolas pressing out through silver ringed cutouts. The leather was seamed around the bases of my tits, curving out between them to break the neckline by snapping together, pulling them closer together as they tightly held their full weights, forcing the gentle rises of my near invisible, pale pink aureolas out through the rings.
With the fur lining showing, and in combination with the flight cap and goggles, the outfit bore a certain resemblance to a vintage flyer's jacket. I heard people entering the plane, but I did not look around, though I wanted to. From the back, I knew that the leather concealed all of my body except for my hands, the upper halves of my thighs, and the outer bases of my buttocks, the fur concealing the slit running up along the middle of my fanny. Donna reached out to turn on the cabin lights, and their reflections gleamed from my leathers.
She handed me a pair of fingerless, leather gloves that left my palms bare, and I slipped them on, snapping them at the wrists. She then snapped a pair of cuffs around the junctures of sleeves and gloves, the cuffs matching my collar. She inspected me for a moment, then threw the scarf back over my shoulder, uncovering my exposed cunt.
"This is the galley," she smiled to herself, "though there's no oars to man. Manning the orals, maybe, and a cock's better to row, ay?" she laughed for a moment, and was suddenly stem looking again. "Go to the front of the cabin, and wait for me," she said, turning away toward another closet, and I turned back toward the front.
I could not see the passengers because of the high backs of the seats, and I started forward, catching glimpses of men's and women's arms on the armrests, and of legs at the edges of the seats. They grew silent as I passed, and I knew they were watching me, waiting for me to turn toward them. I blinked, catching a glimpse of Jeff as he entered the plane and went into the pilot's cabin, the door closing behind him. My heart pounded, and I resisted the desire to call out to him.
I stopped before the cabin door and turned, staring straight down the aisle toward where Donna stood in the galley, her back to me as she did something with her clothing, her vest-coat concealing her body from me. I knew the passengers were looking at me, though I did not know if I was recognizable with the flight cap and goggles on. Their eyes were taking in the form-fitting outfit's hold around my tits, seeing my nipples and aureolas pressed out through the ringed cutouts. They were looking at my belly in the deep cut of the black leather, and at the fur-trimmed framing of my cunt. They knew that I was to be theirs, as surely as I knew it. I was to be the agent of their pleasure, each of them the agent by which I would offer pleasure to Jeff, through which I would give myself over to him, heightening my own pleasure.
Donna turned and started up the aisle, coming around the big, circular bed in the lounge. She had removed all of her uniform except for the vest-coat and boots. Her breasts were full in both width and height, the inner curves of her high cleavage merging without gap with the supple sloping of her chest and pectorals that led my eyes to the pinkish-tan nubs of her nipples, with their slightly darker aureolas. Her pliantly muscled belly was that of a swimmer, her navel deep. Around her slender waist and high, full hips, narrow straps were stretched, merging around the big dildo jut ting forth from the tiny, russet curls of her muff. I swallowed hard, watching the phallus bob as she continued toward me, totally lacking in any self-consciousness. She turned at my side to face the passengers.
"I believe all of you are familiar with the use of the oxygen masks, and the locations of the exit doors," she said with a typical stewardess's tone and smile. "In addition to flight movies, we've an additional piece of entertainment for you on this trip," she said, motioning toward me. "A stewardess to serve your sexual wants, and be assured that whatever you should desire is on the menu. Let me demonstrate some of the basic items," she said, and I moved my eyes over the faces of the passengers, the lens of the goggles tinting everything gold. I saw bemused smiles and arousal on their faces. Most of them were women and girls.
Gripping my scarf, Donna pulled me forward, and pushed me against the side of the empty front seat's back. She extended one foot and pushed my feet wide apart until my legs formed a triangle with the floor. She stepped forward, arching her hips, and she pressed the bulbous head of the dildo between my opened cunt lips. I arched my back against the seat as she thrust fully up into me until her muff and my plume meshed, the base of the shaft pushing up beneath my clit.
"Secondly," she said, and pulled abruptly out of my tremoring cleave, leaving my mind spinning. Her hands gripped my shoulders firmly, and she shoved down, both of us in profile for the passengers as I fell to my knees. My juices gleaming from the phallus, she pressed the knob against my hips, and I opened my mouth as she slid it in. I licked and sucked my flavor from the sculpted realism of the pseudo-cock, aligning my mouth and throat as she continued to press down. "You'll observe that she has a well-developed throat," she remarked, as I widened my throat to breathe around the long prod, her scent rich in my nostrils as her curly muff brushed against my nose and chin.
"And...." she said, pulling back from me, and I realized by the tightening of her voice, and by the tension of the dildo, that only half of it extended from her loins, while the other half was within her own snatch. Catching my breath, I realized that not only was she fucking me, but that the dildo allowed me to fuck her too, to create pleasure for her.
She grabbed me up by the leash of the scarf, and spun me around. She shoved me forward with one hand as she hooked one boot around my ankles to jerk my legs back. I grabbed the arm of the front seat, my arms straightening, and she spread my feet wide again. She stepped closer, and the phallus slid into the slit of the leather running along the cleavage of my ass. My juices and saliva acting as its lubricant, the big rod pressed up against my anus, and into my rectum. I relaxed my muscles until she was completely in, and then I gripped the shaft tightly. I heard her murmur with surprised pleasure as I thrust my fanny back against her, rolling my hips, the other end of the dildo jerking and turning within her underbelly.
I pressed my teeth into my lower lip, my face bowed, and felt her hands grip my hips for balance as I brought her to an orgasm, my bowels flaring with heat.
"And lastly...." she managed a few moments later, breathless, and her hands moved to my shoulders. I blinked with surprise as she shoved me back down to my knees, but facing the seat this time. I realized that she had removed the dildo, and slipped free of the other end, leaving it implanted in my ass. She grasped my head and pulled me back. I grasped my ankles for balance, my body bowing back from my knees, my neck muscles aching as she turned my face back toward her open cunny, her legs spread wide.
She eased her hold, and my head lifted, my month pressing into the damp cleave of her cunt along with my nose, my forehead against the bottom of her lush fanny. I pressed my tongue up into the warm softness of her hive, licking her juices from the quivering pinkness. She groaned with pleasure, and I raised one hand to my chin, then, lifting my fingers to search out her clit, I tenderly caressed it, and her juices moistened my hand as well as my face. Her delicious taste bathed my taste buds, and I filled my lungs with her scent. She trembled, her nook spasming around my lips and tongue, and I grasped her pearl between thumb and forefinger, vibrating them with tension. She clutched my jaws, letting out a strangled groan as she came.
She staggered back to lean against the seat behind us, and I slowly straightened, my equilibrium awry. Arching my back to loosen it, I pressed my palms down against my thighs as I lowered my head to let it clear, the dildo still filling my backside.
"And there you have an unsolicited response," Donna said with a breathless chuckle to the passengers. As if in reply, the jet's engines began to whine. "Would someone like an extra seat belt?" she asked. "Ah, you would, Rona. Fine," she added, and reached down to catch my scarf.
Pulling on my collar, she raised me to my feet, and turned me toward the second row of seats. A petite girl of perhaps fifteen looked up at me with soulful blue eyes, her innocent face framed by dark auburn hair. A blouse was open from the maturing domes of her breasts, alabaster surrounded by warm bronze, light freckles over the outline of her bikini top. Her nipples lifted from pale pink aureolas, the tips of the nubs pursed. Her jeans and panties were on the floor, her girlishly shapely legs open upon the seat, her rounded ass cheeks visible beneath her narrow V of downy auburn fuzz, her plump mound widened to reveal the rosy pinkness of her lips.
"You're sure you wouldn't like her first, Mom?" she asked the woman seated next to her, and I looked at the statuesque brunette, her lidded, hazel eyes moving up to mine.
"No, a little hand action'll do for now," she said, and I noted the sensuous strength of her body, wondering what types of exercises she engaged in. Only the maturity in her eyes revealed that she could be the girl's mother.
"I'll be in the lounge area for anyone desiring more traditional forms of refreshment," Donna told the passengers as she turned my back to Rona, and she moved away down the aisle.
I heard the girl click her seatbelt closed, and her hands cupped my hips to carefully draw me back and down. I felt the other end of the dildo touch against something, the end within me shifting deliciously, and the girl hummed with pleasure as she slid the phallus up into her cunny. I felt her silky loins and thighs against my fanny and thighs as I sat down upon the dildo she now wore. The woman helped her fasten the straps. The jet began to vibrate as the power of the engines was increased, and we began to taxi for take-off.
The reverberations of the plane moved through our bodies, tremoring the rod within my backside, and I turned my fanny upon the girl's lap, rolling the two-headed column within her snatch, and within my rectum. She murmured happily, her arms going around my waist to lean me back against her, and I felt the soft blossoms of her tits against my back as she cupped her hands around the swollen teardrops of mine. The jet began to move faster. The girl rocked her hips, bobbing the thick length within me. My belly tightened. The brunette caught my wrist, and directed my hand to her lap, where all the buttons that ran up the front of her print skirt were open but for the top one. I curled my fingers into her wide hillock, the soft curls of her heart-shaped muff brushing my hand.
The engines began to accelerate for lift-off, the plane and the phallus shaking. I bit at my lower lip, an orgasm blossoming through me. The plane began to lift from the runway. My fingers clutched within the woman's snatch, her shapely thighs rippling sinuously, her daughter's lush hips bucking against my ass as she thrust the dildo back and forth between us. The girl groaned, her fingers digging into my tits, and her mouth widened against my shoulder, her teeth indenting my flesh. I groaned, my head lolling to the side, seeing the ground receding below us as the jet soared. The brunette gripped my hand with an amazingly firm hold inside her cunt as she came, her wide hips turning from side to side as she came to my fingerings.
Rona went limp beneath me, exhaling deeply, and the woman's vaginal muscles relaxed, her nook quivering around my fingers as she too relaxed. My own orgasm held just short of culmination.
"Think I'll join Enid and Bob," the woman said a few moments later, and I groggily watched her unbutton the remaining button of her skirt, and take off her pullover, long nipples jutting from the big cones of her tits, her pectorals lushly sloping into them, her stomach defined.
Feeling the girl's hands unfastening the seat belt from around her waist, I watched her mother stand to move across the aisle to where a couple was balling, the center arm of their seats removed. The man's muscles were defined beneath the dark brown of his flesh, the woman's long, dusky cocoa fingers pressed into his afro as they kissed, her voluptuous breasts dragging the wide, mahogany pegs of her nipples over his chest. The brunette moved between their legs, the deep cleavage of her opulent ass widening as she pressed her mouth to their joined loins. Her pointed tongue brushed the tight coils of the woman's woolly muff and the sac of his big balls, and I inhaled deeply as I saw her lick at the base of his huge shaft: as I noticed the dampness of her cleavage's light plump color.
"Other passengers to tend to," the girl said, and she pushed me up and off the dildo, keeping it strapped on.
My legs shaky, I gripped the seat's back for a moment, seeing Rona grin impishly up at me, the phallus jutting up from her blossoming body's nook. Looking down the aisle, I saw Donna with her legs wrapped around a man's hips, her cunt thrusting up along his engorged cock. "Eat my pussy," a woman seated behind the black couple said without looking toward me, she and the woman she was embraced with already undressed. "Then you can take care of Jennie's," she grinned.
Sweltering with arousal, I went to my knees between the tall, willowy blonde's shapely legs to press my lips into the golden fur of her triangle. The woman with her was about eighteen, chestnut waves spilling over her shoulders as she and the blonde kissed deeply, her hands moving over the woman's big tits, stroking the saffron pegs of her nipples. Turning her lush globes in the younger woman's hands, the blonde arched her hips up against my face, the sleek heat of her nook muzzling my mouth, her flavor drenching my taste buds.
"How greedy, Mona," a woman said, and I glanced up without pausing in my mouthing of Mona's splayed sex, seeing a stunning young woman of Oriental descent. The highlights of her waist length, jet black hair were a steely blue. "Can't be wasteful with our natural resources," she grinned, the flowing lines of her shapely legs accented as she ran one small foot over the small of my back, and down my ass.
"Long as I have her mouth, you're welcome t' the rest, Toni," Mona murmured, stroking her joined fingers along Jennie's plump nook.
"Lessee, what looks good?" Toni smiled, looking me over, the soft tan pegs of her nipples standing erect from the peaked globes of her breasts. "I thi-" she began, breaking off abruptly, her melodic, lightly accented voice suddenly rising as Rona slipped up behind her, goosing her with the dildo that still jutted from the downy auburn of her muff. "Hm-m, yeah," Toni grinned, pearly teeth showing between her full, dusky pink lips. "Hey, Dominique, climb off of Val and come here," she said, turning to look back down the aisle, and I noticed that she had a dragon clutching a rose tattooed between her hip and cunny.
"Me and Rona going to duel?" a voice replied, and I kept my eyes turned up as I licked the groaning woman's clit, seeing a girl who looked as if she could have wandered out of Alice in Wonderland, straight blonde hair hanging to her slender waist. Petite, her breasts were tender, lens-like rises with tongue-pink nipples rising from her petal-like aureolas, her plump mound's slit visible through the downy haze of her muff, and I could not guess what her true age might be. She also wore a dildo, and she and Rona thrust their hips out, slapping their projecting prods together like fencing foils. Rona had cleaned hers, but Dominique's gleamed damply.
"Girls," Toni said with mock gravity, as Mona began to squirm under my tonguings, and Jennie groaned to her fingerings. "This is hardly the time for levity; serious stuff goin' on," she said with a straight face, and the two girls laughed merrily.
"Damned well better be," a girl in her early teens said, appearing from the direction Dominique had come from, a ripe fullness to her body, her downy plume of honey blonde hair damp.
"Certainly, Val," Toni nodded. "Now, we'll move her out into the aisle between Mona's orgasms, Rona and Dominique taking her tush and puss, Mona keeping her mouth. Jennie and I'll take her hands. Would you like tits or feet, Val?" she asked the ripe-breasted girl.
"Um, her feet're slender, and she's got long toes," the girl shrugged just as Mona arched forward, gasping as she came.
A few moments later they were moving me into the aisle, removing my boots and gloves. I felt hurt by the way they had spoken about me, and yet elated at their interest in each part of my body. On our sides, Dominique slid her phallus up into my ass, and she drew me against the sweet softness of her body as she leaned back. Rona slid her dildo up into my soaked cunny, and Toni took a long scarf like the one I wore, and wound the silk around our waists, binding the girls' hips to mine, their rods already churning raptures within me. Val sat down with her legs spread, drawing my toes and pads of my right foot into her lush nook, and Val tied another scarf around my ankle and the girls' loins.
Jennie moved from the recovering Mona's side, and I left my arm limp as she slid my hand up into her hot cleave. Toni binding me to her also, before slipping my left hand into her own raven-plumed cunny's fullness, repeating the scarf binding with herself.
"Got a foot, two tits, and the crown of her head open," Toni called up the aisle. Mona stood on unsteady legs. "Phyllis? Marla?" she called back down the aisle, and two women appeared, the younger moving to take my left foot into her honey blonde belt. Her tits were capped with bulbous, rosy-tan aureolas. The other woman sat behind me, lifting my head to rest in her lap as she drew her feet up under my arms, her knees high, the crown of my head nestled in the light red curlings of her opened muff. Toni bound her ankles to my upper arms as the other woman bound her own loins to my left foot.
No one was moving. They were waiting for Mona to mount my face, and she knelt down, the backs of her thighs resting atop the redhead's while she slipped her calves back under my arms, her big tits caressing the wide domes of the redhead's. Her widened cunt pressed over my mouth.
Dominique had turned so that her legs angled out from under my right side while her head and torso angled up from under my right side, as Rona knelt astraddle my hips. Mona and the redhead wound another of the scarves beneath my shoulder blades and Mona's waist in a figure eight, the top of the bottom circle tight against the tops of my tits.
As Mona began to rock her snatch upon my mouth the others began to move, and I lapped at her furrow, toning the crown of my head in the redhead's low-slung splay, curling my fingers within the clutchings of Jennie and Toni's nooks as Rona and Dominique thrust their dildoes within my cunt and ass, and their own underbellies. I pressed the balls of my feet in Val's and the other woman's opened lips, my toes curling in their nooks, the joints of my big toes turning beneath their clits as they turned from their waists to kiss and embrace. All eight women's cunts were growing hotter and wetter around my movements, my body bound to each of them, the dildoes filling my snatch and rectum with thrusting arousals, my clit pulsing madly.
Enid and Bob, the black couple, stood looking down at me, the upper part of my face visible, and she knelt over me between Mona and Rona, facing Rona as she thrust her fanny back against Mona's. I felt Rona's hands clench my leather-bound breasts to press their exposed peaks up against Enid's shifting pussy. Toni smiled back up at the grinning Bob, and she motioned him down behind her with one hand, the other pulling all of my hand except my thumb from her slit. His big cock slid up into her ass, and I caressed his huge balls with my wet fingers. I was sweltering with a carnal fever, orgasms rising and falling, overlapping, my body twisting and shaking, my hands and feet curling, my head turning.
Donna and the man she had been balling came up from the rear of the plane, and he moved behind Jennie to enter her from the rear. His prick slid between my fingers as I continued caressing her hive, and I pressed my thumb between his balls to knead his root through his sac. My ears were filled with the sounds of their excitement, the wet sliding of cunnies, and the pounding of my own blood. Donna sat upon her calves, her mound pressing down around my right knee, and Rona's mother wais doing the same with my left knee, the two caressing and kissing. My lungs were filled with the blended fragrances of the women's juices.
I was enveloped within the writhing, moaning group, eleven women and two men coming around my head, mouth, tits, hands, knees, and feet, my bucking hips thrusting the two-headed dildoes within the two girls' depths. I was bound to them, held by their flesh, surrounded by their bodies, bathed in their juices. I came again and again, each of their comings deepening with raptures.
Helpless to move, overwhelmed with their spasming bodies, I suddenly opened my eyes without thought, and found myself looking up at Jeff. I wanted him, but he was still dressed, simply observing. I began to move against and within the others, staring into his eyes, fucking him through each of them, setting off climax after climax, loving him through them, pleasing him by fulfilling his wishes. I was in a carnal delirium, drenched with perspiration and come, my vision blurring.
My body jerked and twisted, my depths exploding with intensifying orgasms. I cried out into Mona's cunt, my head twisting back into the redhead's, and both were climaxing. My hands stroked and turned against Toni's and Bob's bodies, caressed and kneaded Jennie's and the other man's, and they were coming, the men's gizzum coating my hands as it overflowed Toni's ass and Jennie's slit. I twisted my tits over Enid's loins, pumping my hips between Rona and Dominique, and they were climaxing, Donna and Rona's mother clutching my knees as they came. Val's and the other woman's cunts spasmed around my toes as they reached their culminations.
Jeff nodded approvingly, with a trace of a smile, and I came, my orgasms massing. Ecstasy erupted through me, my mind flashing with joy. All the pleasures he had provided me with through the group merged to sweep over me, my senses blurring in an avalanche of satisfaction. I had given him pleasure through the thirteen who now went limp, gasping and spent. Fulfillment blossomed through me as I floated in my blissful afterglow, exhausted.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Unloading
When I opened my eyes, I was alone, waking with a contented murmur and smile. Stretching, I raised up onto my elbows, and blinked with surprise as I saw that I was alone in the jet, the unfastened scarves hanging about me, the spendings of the group dried upon my flesh. My boots and gloves had been put back on.
Hearing a noise from behind me, I craned my head back around. The rear doors had been opened, and I saw a boy in his mid-teens handing luggage down to someone outside.
"That got all the baggage?" an older man's voice asked, and the boy looked toward me.
"No, there's the black leather job yet," he answered, looking back out. "Want t' use the wench?" he asked.
"Yeah, here's the sling," the man said, his hand coming into my line of vision as he handed the boy something. "Rig her up, and I'll get the clamps."
Straightening, the boy turned to walk toward me, looking down at his hands as he untangled connected leather straps and a link of chrome chain that he had looped around his forearm. The night warm, he had stripped to the waist, and the moonlight coming in through the plane's windows gleamed from his lithe torso's dampness.
Standing beside me, he pushed his shoe against the back of my elbow, and I dropped onto my back as it went out from under me. He went to one knee by my hip, and pushed one of the straps under the small of my back, reaching over to pull the end up over the center of my stomach's base. He slid the tongue of leather through the chrome buckle at the other end, and pulled it as tight as he could before fastening it. Looped and fastened around the base of the circular buckle was a matching strap that dropped over my exposed cunny.
He caught my knee closest to him, and pulled my leg up, rolling me over onto my belly, my face pressing against the carpeting of the aisle. He dropped my leg against the side of one of the seats, and reached between my thighs to catch the strap, pulling it up against my slit until my nook opened around it, the edges of the leather rubbing against my lips. Keeping the strap taut, he pulled it up between my uptilted ass cheeks, and under the belt, then back down to the underarch of my body. His fingers pressed impersonally against the base of my nook as he slipped the strap through a leather buckle made into it. The leather chafed the tip of my clit, and I moaned at the burst of pleasure. He did not seem to hear, nor did he notice my body's tensed jump.
"All set?" the man's voice asked, and I blinked my eyes open to see his shoes beside my face.
"Yeah," the boy said, and his fingers pressed between my leather jumpsuit's anal slit and the underarch strap, his knuckles pressing deep into my cleavage. The man's fingers slid down between my back and the neck of the suit, and they lifted me up from the floor to carry me toward the rear door, my hands dragging while my head hung low.
The top of the jumpsuit pulled even tighter around my tits, my nipples and aureolas pushing out through the metal-ringed cutouts and the underarch strap pulled firmly against my cunt's splay. The man pulled his hand free, and I dropped back to the carpet, my tits and cheek striking lightly. The man dropped down to the back of a flatbed truck, the boy continuing toward the door, and I was pivoting off the contact of my bared nipples and the carpet's texture. I inhaled sharply at the rough stroking, and gasped as the boy pushed my head back away from the door.
"Here's the line, Kevin," the man said, and the boy took a line of woven metal with a clasp ring at its end from him. He dropped my lower body to the floor, and I bit at my lip as I felt the cool metal of the opened clasp ring pressed between the base of my cunny and the leather strap. It clicked shut, and the line was fastened to the strap, the curve of the ring beneath it pressed into the swarming heat of my snatch.
The youth raised my feet with one arm as he slid chrome cuffs up toward my ankles, the single ring connecting them circling the metal line. He snapped the cuffs shut around my ankles, and took two matching cuffs from the man outside, snapping each around my forearms before snapping their clasp rings to ring bolts hanging loosely from the sides of my belt, binding my arms to my sides.
I heard a small motor start up, and the boy dropped to the runway outside. My arms held to my sides, and my ankles held together, the line began to draw taut and to pull at the underarch strap, the clasp ring shifting against my cleave's tremoring heat. The line began to pull me feet first out the doorway, drawing against the connecting ring of the ankle cuffs to lift my feet, calves and then thighs as my nipples and aureolas, and the outsides of my mound were dragged across the carpet.
My hips lifted from the base of the doorway, my tits forced high on my chest as I was raised from my stomach, and then my weight was upon them and my forehead for a moment. I then swung out from the plane, hanging upside down in mid-air, seeing the boy moving the wench poles away from the plane as the line was reeled in by the small motor operated by the man.
It was very dark, and I could see nothing of where we were as I hung suspended, the blood rushing to my head. The boy motioned to the man, and the engine shifted. I began to be lowered down toward the area behind the truck where the boy stood. My face came even with his, my goggles coloring him gold, the moonlight gleaming from his tanned flesh. My eyes moved down even with his chest, his firm belly, and the crotch of his jeans, which were stretched around the very large bulge of his genitals. The engine cut off, and I hung helplessly, my eyes staring at a spot a few inches below the juncture of his thighs, the boy's face presented with my upper thighs, bare above the tops of the high boots.
"You have the claim tag filled out, Dad?" the youth asked, and I blinked with surprise, a light breeze swinging me back and forth, closer and closer to the boy's crotch.
I wondered whether or not he was going to open his pants to let his already huge cock harden, its base even with my mouth. I wanted him to, wanted to be anchored upon the thick spike of his flesh, to have come shot up into my throat instead of down.
"What's the hold up?" a girl's voice asked, the passenger's door of the truck opened. A girl perhaps a year younger than the boy dropped down to the runway, jet black curls framing her striking face, light green eyes with dark rims looking toward the boy as she approached us with a graceful agility. "You're so slow, evil stepbrother," she grinned, light freckles across the light curve of her nose's tapering bridge.
"Fast enough," he smiled.
"Ha! Let's see if you can fill 'er up before Dad's finished filling out the tag," she challenged him, her long, slender hand moving to open my mouth, and she unzipped his fly with her other hand.
"First time I've ever been challenged to come fast," he chuckled, and I watched wide-eyed as she drew his already hardening tool into the moonlight, guiding the big bulb between my lips.
He began to stiffen, and moved deeper into my mouth. I licked at his monolithic column, the girl watching his shaft with a smile, her fingers carelessly toying with one of my hardened nipples. I sucked hard as my mouth filled with his bulk. His shaft was very smooth, pale blue veins showing through. The lavender bulb of his knob bobbed in my throat, and he moaned as I swirled my tongue around his trunk, pulling on him with short but quick suckling.
"Ten seconds," the girl counted, and I did not want him to come too quickly, wanting to extend his pleasure. "Thirty, thirty-five, and...." she said, watching his face as he groaned, his prod jerking, and he was coming.
His thick juices blasted through his thick length, geysering up into my throat I murmured with pleasure, swallowing hard, and the girl pushed me back to swing away from him, my lips sliding along his spasming shaft. His head pulled into my mouth, and his jetting come over spilled my lips before he came loose. His gizzum splashed over my face, covering the lens of my goggles, and I heard him sigh with satisfaction. I licked my lips, happy.
The man's fingers caught the big toe of my right foot, and fastened a baggage tag to it. I heard the doors to the truck open and close, and the engine started up. I was raised higher, and swung over the bed of the truck to be laid out atop the suitcases and bags piled there. The wench line was disconnected from me, and the rear gate put up. The truck started up, and began to drive away from the plane, turning onto a road. Jostling around with the luggage, I wondered where we were. The boy's come coated the goggles.
My arms still held to my sides and my ankles cuffed together, I began to grow drowsy as we drove on, so much having happened since Donna had rung my doorbell. Without realizing it, I fell asleep, physically exhausted, as well as sexually.
I awoke to a tugging at my cunny and ass. I was lying upon my stomach. It was the next day, the sun shining brightly into a large bedroom with connecting bath. My legs and arms unbound, I was naked but for the loin belt, and someone was pulling on the unbuckled underarch strap that still ran beneath the belt. My knees pulled up against plush carpeting, my hips lifting in response to the tugging, and I pushed myself up onto my elbows to look up before me at the person holding the other end of the strap.
The woman I saw was tall, her voluptuous body supple, her hair jet black. In her thirties, her face had an aristocratic look to it, and her bearing was highly poised. She looked as if she should be a countess, and I wondered if we had flown to Europe. The big, firm globes of her breasts quivered as she tugged, and I rose to my feet to stand before her, looking up into her dark eyes.
Dropping the strap, she reached forward to unbuckle the belt, letting it fall from my body, and I looked down in confusion. My body had been bathed and dried while I slept, but something more had been done. A rinse had been used on my muff, and it was now ash-blonde. The woman stepped aside, her slit winking from the dark floss of her muff, and I saw myself reflected in a full-length mirror. I was wearing an excellent wig; ash-blonde hair was hanging to my waist. My nipples and aureolas had been rouged to a pinkish-tan.
"Perhaps, they'll find you more to their liking," she shrugged, the big orbs of her tits shifting, and she pointed toward a doorway leading into a long corridor.
Her words stung me, and my shoulders tightened, prickling with heat as my throat locked, my eyes damp. Hadn't Jeff liked me? Was that the reason he had only allowed me to touch his cock, and to have no other contact with him? I swallowed against the tears, tightening my jaws, and forced myself toward the end of corridor.
Bright sunlight shone beyond, and I stepped outside, hearing the voices of many people. Naked, I blushed, adjusting my eyes to the brightness. A large veranda extended out from the side of the house, tables and chairs were set up around a big swimming pool, people were eating. Beyond, I could see the ocean, and a white beach below, suggesting that we were possibly in the Caribbean. Some of the people I recognized from the plane, the others were unknown to me. Most were dressed in revealing swim and beach wear. Looking from left to right, my eyes came to a halt. Jeff was seated before me.
He was talking to a woman with a soft, golden tan that was only a bit lighter than her dusky gold-blonde hair. Jeff wore a European-cut pair of swimming briefs that outlined his big cock and heavy balls, his strong body slouched comfortably in his chair. Glancing toward me, he motioned me forward, and my heart pounded faster as I walked toward him. Those I passed moved their eyes over my naked body, but my eyes remained on him, feasting on his nearly naked body.
"Time to eat-me," he said without looking at me, continuing to listen to the woman's conversation.
I did not know if he liked me better with my hair ash blonde and my nipples darkened, or if he had even recognized me, but I no longer thought about it, eager to go to my knees between his strong thighs. I drew his swimsuit down from his hips and from beneath him, slipping them along his legs, my eyes holding on my first look at his sex. His big balls pressed his sac out toward the edge of the chair, his thick shaft resting atop it and hanging over the edge, his bulbous head a dusky pink.
I moved my joined fingertips hesitantly forward, aligning my hands with his prod, but not quite touching him. Reverently, I touched the flesh surrounding the base of his thick trunk, circling him with my fingertips, his flesh hot against mine, his hair curling softly over the backs of my fingers. The long ash-blonde hair slid over my back, and spilled over my shoulders and breasts as I leaned forward, easing my thumb tips down along his shaft, the backs of my hands pressing against the insides of his muscled thighs.
A fresh, outdoors' glow to her face, the woman was casually watching me as she listened to Jeff, whose voice revealed no effects from my caresses. Yet, the ripe globes of her wide-based breasts rose and fell with deepened breathing, curving slightly down against the sides of her chest, firmly plump pectorals curving down as an extension of her upper breasts. The hard little nubs of her nipples thickened to the width of my little finger's tip, light tan atop the pinkish tan of her plump aureolas.
I opened my lips a fraction of an inch from his bulbous head to blow a steady stream of cool air against its tiny lips. I slid my fingers through his pubic hair, and drew the centers of my heels down around the sides of his rod, my thumbs stroking the top. His balls shifted against the chair. I pressed the tip of my tongue out against the peak of his knob, and stretched my hands down along his shaft to caress its soft sheath of flesh, the thick meat of him beginning to engorge with blood, and stiffen.
I glowed with elation at my success as his tool began to straighten out and lift from the movements of my hands and the dabbing of my tongue. The edges of my hands stroked against the tops of his balls to either side of his thickening column, and it pointed upward at my face as I licked his swollen head. My cunny pulsed moistly. I opened my mouth, and began to slide my pursed lips down around his head, stroking the velvet-soft bauble.
At last, I was being allowed to taste his cock, to take him gradually into my mouth, my tongue lapping up against his thick dorsal vein. I curved my fingers around his lower shaft, my hands brushing over the fine hairs of his scrotum. His voice was tighter. The woman's hips tilted up and forward, making her thighs look as if they were set high, full with an exercised firmness. His hands tightened on the arms of his chair. My clit throbbed as I took more and more of his big bone in, aligning my throat for his head to glide down it. The woman slid the wide span of her hand over the firmness of her long, widening belly. His cock filled my mouth and throat, his hair brushing my lips and nose, my chin shifting between his balls.
I slid my hands down to cup the sides of his sac, rolling his nuts back and forth against one another as I tightened and loosened my mouth around the rigid spire of his sex. I caressed and sucked, licking slowly as I begged his come to erupt, as I sought to overwhelm his senses with ecstatic pleasures, employing the power of the subjugated one, pursuing the ambiguity of our relationship. He groaned from deep in his chest between words, his muscles tightened until those in his stomach stood out in relief. Soon I would be tasting his juices, drinking them down, now having caressed and sucked his cock.
"What a beautiful prong, ay, Mona?" a girl's voice said, and I looked up through glazed eyes, realizing that the girl was speaking to the woman at Jeff's right, and that she simply had the same name as the woman on the plane. The girl wore a full-length beach robe; auburn fleece gauzed her full cunny, sunlight gleamed from the downy insides of her thighs, plump pink nubs stood out from the succulent globes of her breasts, her flesh alabaster. Red hair the color of autumn leaves fell below her shoulders, and jade green eyes stared at his prod and my mouth from an impishly playful face. She looked to be in her early teens. "Bet he tastes good."
His legs were braced, his hips thrusting lightly as I brought him closer and closer to climaxing, coming closer and closer to drinking from the fountain of his prick. My senses reeled, and an orgasm flashed through me as I trembled with anticipation.
"Say, you look in need," I heard him say through the pounding of my blood. "She's got a pretty good mouth, so you take her," he said, and I felt elated at his evaluation while feeling stricken with agonized disappointment at the idea that he was going to have me stop, to deny me his taste.
He reached down to cup my head, and slid me back along his pole. I sucked hard, hoping to pull his spend from him in time, but I came free of his tool. I saw it reddened from my mouthings, gleaming with my saliva, and I wanted to plead with him to let me continue. He turned me to the side, and Mona caught my shoulders to move me between her shapely legs, my knees moving over the rough texture of the flagging. I was on the verge of tears over my denial.
The woman's plump mound was set in the width of her loins, her hips full, and the delicate depression of her slit opened. Her cunt was like an extension of her belly's flow into her abdomen. Her scent filled my nostrils, and she was pressing my mouth into her already drenched furrow. With a moan, I licked up into her, the full cushioning of her honey gold muff soft against my cheeks, her delicious flavor filling my mouth, drowning out the taste of his tool. From the comer of my eye, I saw the girl kneeling down between his thighs, and I winced, realizing that she was to be given his gizzum.
"Alicia Midland, girl cocksucker to the rescue," she grinned up at him, and began to suck his thick length into her mouth. I sought solace in the fact that I had aroused him to the verge of climaxing, and that she was tasting my saliva from his trunk. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on making love to him through Mona's body, to give him Mona's satisfaction. I heard him groan, and I licked faster, burrowing into her cunny, wanting to throw the girl back away from him, and to throw myself down upon his cock. The woman groaned, coming to my mouthings.
I heard him inhale sharply, his breath catching. I clutched the woman's almost wide hips, licking hungrily up over her clit, my own throbbing maddeningly. I heard his chair shift as his hips bucked, his come erupting. I heard the girl swallowing as his cock thrust and jerked within her mouth and throat. I came at the thought Mona went limp, gasping with release. He sighed, his voice rumbling. The girl murmured with pleasure, sucking at him as he sagged in the chair, satiated.
My head spinning, I leaned back, and through glazed eyes saw his spent cock slipping from the girl's lush lips, a pearly droplet of Jeff's come gleaming from the full of her lower lip. The girl stood and moved away, as Jeff and Mona regained their energies, their lips curled in blissful smiles, neither seeming aware that I was even there.
They stood, and moved past me, back toward the pool. I knelt there on the textured flagging, hearing people splashing about in the pool, laughing and talking. The afternoon wore on, and my knees and back began to ache. The sounds changed as the people around me began to make love. I wanted to look around, to at least be able to watch, and yet I didn't since I knew that I would see Jeff with women to whom he did not deny his come, whose cunts and asses he did not deny his cock, the cock I wanted to gush within me.
CHAPTER NINE
Beached
The sounds of the orgy having died down, two women lifted me to my feet later. They handed me a turn-of-the-century styled dress of pale peach-colored satin, opaque silk stockings, garters, and period calf boots that laced up the fronts. I put the garments on; the high collar and cuffs of the dress were made of transparent linen, the inset bib front of the dress of starched cotton. They then handed me a parasol and a wide-brimmed hat with a rounded crown. Except for having no underwear on, I looked like a woman of 1910 about to go for a stroll. Shining through the thin satin of the dress, the sun silhouetted my legs. The starched bib chafed my nipples.
The woman fitted a white leather collar around the ruffled linen of the dress collar, and locked it, a leash of slender links stretching out from it. Jeff, all bathed, and dressed in a cream-colored suit of the same period, walked by, holding his hand out for them to put the leash strap in it. No one said anything, and I turned and followed him down toward the beach, the sun gleaming from the swing of the chain.
Our clothes, the gentle rumble of the surf, and the casual pace of our walk created a relaxed mode. A light breeze stirred the skirt of my full-length dress. Yet, the mood was in contrast with my desires. I stared ahead at him, the breeze lifting his unbuttoned coat back to the side, and I admired the form of his buttocks beneath his trousers.
I realized we were moving far away from the house, and wondered in passing what it looked like from the-outside, but did not look back. He was taking me along a deserted stretch of beach that stretched on into the distance. No one was visible ahead, nor on the mainland, nor on the water. A seabird cawed above us. Could he be taking me out alone for any reason other than to at last take his own, direct pleasures with me? My mouth was dry with anticipation.
We continued on, my boots sinking into the sand so that I had to place each step, and my legs began to grow tired. Yet, I said nothing, following him, and he neither spoke nor looked back.
Something moved in the water a hundred yards down the beach, and I frowned with curiosity, then cringed with dread as I realized it was a person. As the sun spangled the water, red hair darkened by the water rose, followed by a scuba diver's face mask, with a mouth concealed by the mouthpiece it held, and air hoses curving back to air tanks. It was a woman. Jeff came to a halt, and I stopped too, shaking my head, wanting to deny whomever she was, wanting to remain alone with him if only to continue walking at the end of his leash.
Her defined cheekbones were wide and rounded, her ears curving out at their upper rims, her lobes full, and her chin was a rounded jut curving back and up into a jaw whose points were set low. Due to her scuba gear, nothing else was discernible about her face. Her neck rose, long and slender, widening down into her shoulders' outward curves to their rounded points, the straps of her air tanks curving over rich shallows above the tops of her defined collarbones.
She seemed to be rising in slow motion, the water spilling in globules through the air, the sun gleaming from them, and from the dark, golden brown of her tanned flesh. I bit at the inside of my lip, wanting him for myself. There were lush shallows at the insides of her shoulders beneath the short curves of her collarbones, and her plush pectorals curved out from their insides to slope down and into the voluptuous spheres of her breasts. The brief top of her bright green bikini clung to her tits, the center pulled taut over the inch between them, as their outsides curved back and in to meet the sides of her chest. The center of her upper belly was indented, and her torso, long and slender, swept in to her small waist. Her belly was long and supple, its contours curving down and in.
Jeff was watching her, and I ached inside, wanting to cry out. Her arms were long, slender roundings. She wore a weighted belt that hung from around the tops of her high hips, curving beneath her deep-set navel, the shallow along the center of her stomach continuing down as it seemed to merge with her abdomen, narrowing. There were shallows at the insides of her full hips. I felt intimidated by the lushness of her body her lithe sensuality so clearly revealed as I stood in the dress that covered all but my hands and face.
She rose higher, moving in toward the beach ahead of us, the water pulling her tiny bottoms even lower, almost to the top of her pubic hair, water spilling between the fullness of her long thighs. A rubber sheath was belted to her left thigh at its top and bottom, and the handle and hilt of the knife it held was visible. Around her right wrist was either a very large watch, or some instrument for determining sea depth.
I clutched the handle of my parasol tightly, wanting him to pull the leash connected to the collar around my neck. The woman held a spear gun in her left hand, and several fish hung from the belt at her right hip, light glinting from their scales as they swung. She moved into ankle-deep water, and I saw that she was built much like a very tall woman in her proportions, though she did not seem to be much taller than me. She raised one of her long, slender but shapely legs at a time to slip the rubber frog's feet off, tossing them up onto the beach.
She reached back, and turned off her air tanks, spitting the mouthpiece out. There was a tiny gap at the center of her carnal mouth, her upper lip tilted slightly, her lower lip pillowy, the comers set in light shallows. I wanted to grab the leash chain and pull it tightly, falling to my knees to plead with him to take me, to fuck me however he wished, to tear my clothing away, to beg him for his cock. Yet, our agreement, I had to remind myself, was for the fulfillment of his desires, not mine. He had to initiate whatever was to happen between us. I remembered vividly the feel and taste of his big tool. My belly was tight, my clit sending burning waves of heat through me.
The woman pushed her face mask up upon the top of her head, baring the light curve of her nose's rounded bridge, the tip curving down to the peak of her upper lip's triangular shallow. Her eyebrows curved high over the full, rounded arches that curved to the outsides of her eyes, her upper lids heavy, the lower lids curved rims that melded with the tops of her cheekbones. I could not tell the color of her eyes at that distance.
She walked up onto the beach and put her spear gun down, so that she could drop the air hoses back over her head after removing her face mask. She began to slip out of the air tanks' straps. Jeff jerked on the leash. My mouth opened with expectation. I moved quickly toward him.
I stood at his side, and he continued to watch the redhead as she put the tanks down, moving with athletic poise. She turned away from us, and she looked suddenly to be around seventeen, a blooming adolescent rather than a lushly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, her back slender, curving in with her trunk to form her waist, and out with the downed, dimpled small that flowed into her hips and the ripening roundness of her ass cheeks. I looked at him, on the verge of beseeching him to ease my aching need for him, for his attentions.
"Go make love to her," he said, as if telling me to get him a glass of water.
"H-how can...?" I murmured, my voice dying off as he turned his head toward me, his face tightening sternly as his eyes burned into me. I nodded slowly, helplessly, and he unsnapped the leash from my collar before looking back toward the woman.
I took a deep breath, bewildered as to how to approach her. Wondering if I should ask her, or try and seduce her, I began walking toward her, knowing his eyes were now on both of us. What if she refused? She looked to be stronger than I was, and she was even armed with her spear gun, and the knife at her thigh. I dampened my lips, my legs seeming heavy as I continued on, moving closer and closer to her. She glanced toward me with disinterest, giving little hope that she would be willing to have me make love to her. What would he do if I failed? The idea of his punishing me almost tempted me to not try very hard, but I realized that he might simply send me away, that it might be a final test to determine whether or not he wanted to have me for himself.
The long hair of my wig drifted in the breeze, and I lifted my hand to keep my wide-brimmed hat on. I was six feet away from the woman. She turned toward me. I continued, closing the gap until I was less than two feet from her. We stood there silently for a moment, she in her diminutive bikini, I in my turn-of-the-century garb, the two of us looking as if we had stepped from different centuries, crossing seventy-five years by some trick of the tides.
"You-you're very beautiful," I told her, and she looked at me with curiosity, finally nodding her thanks for the compliment, and she started to turn away. "I-I want to make love to you," I blurted out, touching my hand to her still wet shoulder.
She turned her head back toward me, one eyebrow arched as she looked from my face to my hand, her eyes green, her long, thick lashes a dark brown under her dark auburn eyebrows. She shrugged my hand from her shoulder contemptuously. I stood with my hand half lifted, not knowing what to do. I noticed she wore no rings. Clearly, she was not interested, and there was no room for seduction. Could I try to force her? I did not like the idea, but his words echoed in my ears, and it did not seem likely I could truly overpower the woman.
The breeze caught the brim of my hat, flipping it from my head, and we both watched it skim up toward the dunes. The water was beaded upon her golden brown flesh. I rubbed my hand around the handle of my parasol, steeling my nerves.
"I said I want to make love to you," I repeated as firmly as I could, catching her shoulder firmly this time, and I pulled her around toward me.
She slapped her forearm up, knocking my arm away from her, the blow stinging through the dress's long sleeves. I blinked with momentary surprise, and then grabbed her upper arms in my hands, letting the parasol fall to the sand. She pulled back, but I dug my fingers into the softness of her flesh. She thrust her arms up between mine and out, breaking my hold, one hand lashing out to slap me hard across the side of my face.
I staggered a step to the side, my cheek burning. I concentrated on the stinging, on the fact that her emergence from the ocean had interrupted my time alone with Jeff, had interfered with the possibility of his finally taking my cunt or ass with his cock, or at least coming in my mouth. With that, I had to focus for my frustrations, and I leapt at her.
Taken by surprise, she fell back beneath my attack, my one hand clutching her long hair while the other clutched her shoulder, breaking one of her bikini top's thin straps. I landed atop her, knocking the wind from her, and I clutched out to grab the wrist of the hand she lifted to strike with, holding her as I pressed my mouth down toward hers. She whipped her head from side to side to avoid my kiss. I strained to hold her arm back, leaning my weight on my other forearm to pin her other arm. She bucked up against, me, my long skirt aiding me in holding her legs down with mine.
I pressed my mouth against the softness of her full lips, her head back as she sought to avoid me, and I cried out suddenly as she bit my lower lip, pain shooting through me, the taste of blood in my mouth. She took full advantage of my shock, and thrust me off her to the side. Keeping my hold on her one wrist, my arm pulled from hers, and I clawed at her tit, catching the loosened side of her bikini.
The fabric shredded, my nails scraping across the voluptuous sphere of her tit, and the pale pinkish tan of her soft aureola. She cried out, and slammed me down against the sand, one leg going over my hips, her knee high, and she was straddling me, pinning me. She sat down hard on my stomach, her thighs spread to the sides from the fragile hold of her bikini bottoms, the insides of her thighs accented as her calves pulled in against the sides of my hips to hold me. Her rounded ass cheeks twisted down against my cunny, agitating the already hot lips.
I strained to keep her one hand up from me, trying to get hold of the other as she swung down to slap me again, but she connected, and my ears rang as my head was snapped to the side. I grabbed hold of the wristband of her watch, my nose feeling numb, preventing her from backhanding me. Her green eyes flashed, her hair swirling in long, wet ribbons. I gritted my teeth, holding her arms up as I twisted and jerked against the hold of her legs, rubbing up against her ass and the underarch of her body. I swung my legs up, the dress rising as I beat the fronts of my thighs ineffectually against her back. My shoulders and upper arms already against the sand to brace my grip on her wrists, I dug the heels of my boots into the beach and shoved my hips up with all my might, twisting onto one side as she fought to keep from being toppled.
I thrust my legs to one side, and she went over, one leg beneath me as I rolled with her. She curled the other leg around, and her calves pulled down across my ass at an angle, holding me. She pulled her upper hand loose. I no longer had the bleach to press my arm back against, and she grabbed the top of my dress for a hold. The satin tore. I hit at her arm, seeking to roll her onto her back again. She tightened her legs, one thigh pressing over one of my hips while the other was around the opposite hip, her calves twisting the dress against my fanny. The starched bib burned at my nipples as it pulled over them, her grip tearing the cotton bib away from the dress's collar. The teardrops of my breasts came into view, but her hold was nullified for the moment, and I again gripped her arm, shoving back.
I was on top again, twisting my knees into the sand as I strained against her legs' hold around my hips. I drew my weight up as I pushed down on my knees, and I abruptly threw my weight down, going off my knees so that my tightened stomach smacked into hers.
Her mouth opened, the air forced out I pressed my face down against the ripeness of her bared tit, closing my lips around the dusky pinkish tan of her nipple, pressing the tip of my tongue into the ring-like jut. She made a growling sound, a primal groan, and I licked and kissed her nipple for a moment before she twisted her torso to the side, the lust weight of her breast pulling across my lips.
We were both flushed and hot from our exertion, breathing raggedly. She tightened her legs, and I grimaced as I sought to tense myself against the squeezing. She shoved my hand up, thrusting the back of my own hand into my ear. I cried out, my hold weakening for an instant, and her hand was free, quickly grabbing my wrist. Our arms seesawed, each holding one of the other's arms. I pressed up onto my knees again to drop my weight upon her belly, and she thrust her face forward and up, her mouth opening over my tit. I gasped as her pearly teeth bit into my breast. I twisted madly in her grip, throwing my legs from side to side, and her legs opened. I pulled my hands inward, and my fingers caught in her drying hair.
Her mouth opened from my tit as I pulled at her red hair, sand clinging to both of us. I rolled to the side, breaking free of her legs, and scrambled to raise to my knees as I held onto her hair. Her face twisted at my hold, and she clawed out with her freed hand, catching the back of my dress. The skirt tore down over my fanny, and away from the uptilted cheeks. She grabbed out again, and I swung her head back against the beach. She grunted, wincing, and she dug her nails into my arms.
Unable to bear the pain, I pulled back, releasing her hair, and the sleeves tore away at the shoulders. I shoved back onto my feet, the fragile cuffs ripping to leave her holding the dress sleeves. The hold on my twisting hips had pulled her bottoms very low, the top of her muff's wispy, auburn curlings showing, the uncovered flesh of her loins and her one breast a shade lighter than the rest of her.
Throwing the sleeves aside, she pushed up onto her feet. We stood crouched, our hands clawed, our tits rising and falling with our strained breathing. I did not dare look toward the knife at her thigh for fear that she might draw it. I glanced down at the imprints of her teeth upon my breast, and I saw that the make-up was gone from my nipple and aureola so that they were their natural shell and pale pinks while my other tip remained capped with pinkish tan. Suddenly, she sprang for me, and I tried to dodge to the side. Her hands grabbed for my head, tangling in the long, ash-blonde hair. She blinked with surprise as the wig came off in her hands. I spun, taking advantage of the moment, and clawed my hands into the back of her bikini bottoms to yank back and down hard. She gasped as the front of the bright green garment yanked against her abdomen, her legs pulling out from under her. The doth shredded at the hips, coming away in tatters as she fell to the sand. I threw the bottoms aside, leaping upon her.
She grunted as I sat down hard atop her deep-cleaved fanny, my knees digging into her sides as I grabbed her arms above the elbows, pulling them back together, her shoulders bunching. She thrashed desperately beneath me, her fanny twisting up through my dress against my spread cunny. I had to close my eyes for a moment to maintain my grip, delicious flurries of pleasure shooting up through my drenched channel.
Her upper arms pinned, she groped back with her hands for me, her face turned back to the side, her teeth bared, her tit naked, and her nook twisted against the sand. Her clawed fingers found the bunched skirt of my dress, hooked in it, and pulled. The dress tore at the waist, and around from one hip, joining the tear over my ass. I pulled harder on her arms, and thrust myself down against her fanny. She grunted, her hands opening, the dress tom around to the left hip, leaving the right one, my ass, and my abdomen bared.
She twisted her legs to the side, pushing against the sand, and her hips turned within the spread of my loins and thighs. I murmured with pleasure, my flesh feverish from our straggle. I tried to brace my calves in the sand to hold her in place, but the sand gave, and we slid to the side. She forced one hip up, and she was turned from the hip down, the soft flesh of her upper ass cheek pulling beneath my skirt, along the inside of my thigh, and up against the humid pulsing of my nook. We were both gasping for air, neither able to muster as much strength as before.
I had to lean to the side from my waist to keep my hold on her arms as she twisted her upper body, the luxuriant spheres of her breasts thrusting out to the side, their minimal sag making them seem all the riper, flecks of sand clinging brightly to the dark, golden-brown of her flesh and the cratered ring of her dusky pinkish-tan nipple, which stood out hard. My hands tightened, not to hold, but in reaction to the electric flashes sparking through my nook as her silky-skinned hip rubbed within its splay. She was naked except for the two slender strings remaining to her top, and the side still holding to her one tit. I gasped, coming.
As I arched back, my face lifting with my widening mouth, she dug her feet into the sand to kick herself from it, her hip driving against the spasming kiss of my snatch. I fell to the side, holding onto her arms, my mind spinning, and we were rolling to the side as we struggled, the skirt of my dress hanging from one hip to expose my fanny, and my colored muff.
We rolled to the edge of the incoming surf, the water cold as it lapped at us. The wet sand provided a better foothold, and she shoved out again, pulling one arm free. She whirled, and I caught her wrist as she struck at my face, keeping her other arm pinned back from her side. We were face to face now, her green eyes sparkling as we strained to overcome one another, my breasts and hers thrusting together, only the one side of her bikini separating them.
The water tightened the teardrops of my breasts, and the big spheres of hers, and the make-up smeared wetly from my one nipple and over her exposed tit. Our tightened bellies undulated together, our legs thrashing the water. Our cunts rubbed together, our soaked plumes meshing around the pinkness of our hot slits, my long clit straining to lift free of my furrow. Our hair clung wetly, water streaming over our faces. The rinse was being washed from my chestnut curlings. Our groans were becoming lower, and more extended.
She made another effort to free herself, her strength going, and raised one knee high to shove her foot against the tops of my thighs, but her foot went through between their juncture and the lowered skirt, tangling in the cloth. I groaned again as her shin rubbed against my quaking nook. We seemed to be moving slower and slower, weighted down by the water.
Her features tremoring, she pushed her foot down, seeking to free it, and my skirt tore completely free to be shoved around the tops of my mid-calf boots. Her leg going down between mine, I twisted my loins against hers, feeling the heat of her mound against me. Our tits slid together, slower and slower, our nipples pulling against the swollen flesh. I moved my mouth to hers again. Her eyelashes flickered as our lips touched, and her mouth opened, and she surrendered finally to our embrace, to my kiss.
With a trilling purr of relief, I slid the tapering length of my tongue deep into her mouth, the pillowy softness of her slightly wide lips caressing mine. She groaned, and her tongue licked at mine. I released her wrist, lowering my hand to her bared breast to soothe the luxuriant weight I had scratched. She gurgled happily, pressing her chest up, her body relaxing with mine.
I released her other arm, moving my hand up to the string of her bikini, her hand gliding up my bare arm to pull the tom bodice out from beside my bared tits. The cloth tore away from my shoulder, and she tore the other side open too, the wet satin clinging to my belly and back. The soaked skirt was wrapped around the lace-up boots, binding my ankles. Her other leg slipped between mine, and our pulsing boxes fused, the furls of our lips sliding together. I gasped, my mouth widening against hers as the tip of my clit robbed against the sleek heat of her cleft, a bolt of ecstasy crackling through me.
I tugged her bikini top loose from her right breast as I shook with joy, my depths tightening and loosening, and she was fully naked against me. She spread her hands down over my breasts, caressing them as she turned her tongue within my mouth, our hips rolling together.
My mind lulled in bliss as slender fingers caressed my nipples. Her hands were a trifle large, which allowed her to fully encase my tits, squeezing them as our slits slid together, the quakings of heat mounting within us both, pulsing back and forth. She caught my dress below the frayed base of the bib and pulled down, tearing the gown open from my stomach. Already loosened from my shoulders, the satin was pulled away by the water, leaving me in the linen and leather collars, my boots and stockings, and the skirt that held around my spread ankles.
Her spread hands moved out from my belly to clasp my hips, my hands gripping her tits, and we both shook with blasts of liquid heat, our depths convulsing with raptures. Her arms slid around my waist, her hands clutching my full ass cheeks to pull my hive even tighter to hers, my clit sizzling within the spasming softness of her yield. Our mouths joined again, our lips writhing together as our tongues thrust and stroked, our bodies jumping in the swirling waters. We arched against one another, twisting the broiling cleaves of our underbellies tighter and tighter, seeking to contain the volcanic eruptions blasting through us from our cores, vibrating our bodies to the marrow of our bones, our clits rocking ecstasy through our whirling senses. I cried out until there was no more air in my lungs, my blurred eyes filled with the image of her beautiful face painted with ecstasy, my mind spinning, all my thoughts focusing around the searing implosions and explosions overpowering our depths. The waves broke over us, and our bodies went rigid, our heads back, our loins stuttering and bucking together on their own as we gripped one another tightly to keep from being swept away into our own tidal currents, coming ecstatically, joyously.
With a sobbing pulling in of air as we came loose of the peak of our climax, we both went limp, our hands and legs relaxing, the muscles twitching, our cunnies still quivering. The waves carried us back and forth, both of us buoyant in our bliss, and we slid up onto the sand to dry out, gasping like beached fish, spent.
"Hope you enjoyed that, Fiona," I heard Jeff say, his voice blurred, sounding as if we were speaking from a long way off. I frowned, trying to make sense of the words.
CHAPTER TEN
Undertow
"Know how you get off so well on roughness with tenderness," he continued, and the redhead was raising up to her feet. I blinked my eyes, clearing my head as the meaning of his words came to me. I started to look up, but before I could the bunched roll of my skirt was gripped in the middle to pull down around each ankle, and I was dragged up from the water, and across the wet sand. Jeff twisted the skirt to the side, flipping me over onto my back to look up past my spread legs at him.
"You ought to take these things off before you catch cold," he told me, "they're wet." With a bemused smile, he released the skirt, and my heels dropped to the beach. I watched him turn to walk toward Fiona, and I slowly sat up to unlace my boots, pushing the remnants of the skirt off. My body was satisfied, but my mind was not.
Pulling the boots and soaked stockings off, I found myself wondering if, perhaps, it was not me that was responsible for his not having balled me. I had not seen him ball anyone. My back had been to the orgy. Was it possible he couldn't get off on fucking, but only on being given head while watching or being watched? I was totally confused. In a way, I felt relief at the idea since it meant that my desirability had nothing to do with it, but I also felt frustration at the idea that I might never have his cock in me.
"Why don't you take Fiona's gear up away from the beach," he said without looking back at me as I began to stand. Fiona's lush body was pressing wetly against his, and they kissed deeply, ignoring me.
Fatigued from my bout with Fiona, I gripped the straps of her air tanks to drag them along behind me as I held the rest of her things against my stomach. Passing them, I watched as she slipped his jacket off, wearing only her large watch and her thigh-sheathed knife.
All my resentment for Fiona had been spent, and so I continued toward the dimes, the tanks heavy. Putting the items together, I stretched my back and took a deep breath as I wondered what he had planned for me now. I turned back toward the water, and my heart pounded, disappointment flooding me.
He was naked, his strong body pumping his huge cock down into her. My conjectures about his reasons proved false, I was now only able to explain things by accepting myself as being unappealing to his tastes. As I stared, I began to realize that it was not Fiona who was thrusting her hips against his, that it was another woman. Fiona was nowhere in sight.
Her face was impishly beautiful, framed by lightly waved, honey blonde hair. The soft pink blossom of her mouth opened, her upper lip tilted from an overbite, her teeth bright, and her lower lip had a natural pout to its fullness. There was a girlishly hungry look to her mouth, though she seemed to be in her early twenties. She moaned, the slender comers of her mouth curling upward with pleasure as his big prick pressed fully into the narrow V of her golden thatch. She caressed his shoulders with graceful, long-fingered hands, her body's forward curve heightened as she pressed her full tits up against his strong chest, the big breasts seeming even larger in relation to her petite size. His buttocks tightened and loosened as he churned his tool within the ripe swell of her mound, her full thighs stroking the sides of his hips, her small feet curled against his thighs to stroke them, her long toes curling.
I clutched my arms against my body, my stomach tightening as I agonized over the meaning of what I saw. Not at the sight of Jeff balling the woman, but at the graphic proof that he had been fully capable of fucking me all along, that he had simply not wanted to, had not desired me. I recalled all the beautiful women about him, from Donna, the stewardess, to this one, and I suddenly felt homely and inadequate. Tears burned my eyes. I wanted to cover my naked body, half expecting the blonde to laugh when she looked at me. Yet, she did not, her large, wide-set eyes a dark green, open with a sparkling humor to them. Then, her lids were curving down from under their rounded arches, her thick, dark lashes meeting as she groaned with joy, the back-and-down arch of her hips twisting against him, the lush pillows of her ass cheeks rising up from the beach.
"You don't have to stand fondling yourself," Jeff called to me, his voice tight as he pressed his hands to either side of the woman, his ass rocking back and forth as he continued to move his thick length within her underbelly, the soft tufts of her thatch gleaming with her juices. "Let the ocean do it for you," he smiled, and I looked blankly past him to the roll of the surf. "Just sit back from your knees, lean back, and old Neptune'll lick your cunt for you," he added, looking back to the blonde, and I found myself walking toward the water, dazed. "Isn't that right, Rita?" he grinned down at her, and he dropped to his elbows so that he could move his hands over her breasts, over the petal-like rises of her plump, pastel-pink aureolas and the pert nibs of her slightly darker nipples, with their dimpled tips.
My feet moved through the sheet of water sliding up onto the beach, and the diminishing waves furled around my ankles. My feet sank down against the sand beneath the surface, and I dropped limply forward onto my knees as he had suggested, my knees wide apart as I sat back, my heels pressing against the outsides of my thighs' mergings with my ass cheeks. The water flowed into the harbor of my thighs, stroking me, and gurgled against the splay of my cunt. I inhaled sharply as the water flowed over my lips, spilling back as the waves receded. I leaned back upon my hands, my arms straightened. The water returned, bubbling into the inlet of my sex, the foam of the waves frothing the wispy curlings of my plume, the water splashing over my distended clit My fingers dug into the sand, my head lolling to the side as the ocean eased my tensions lovingly.
My eyes lidded, I watched them as if in a half-sleep, my body vibrating with gentle but intense throbbings of pleasure. Their sighs and moans blended in my ears with the rumble of the waves, and I too murmured with arousal. They rolled over, and she was seated upon his hips, his hands caressing her thighs as she rose and fell on the mighty tower of his sex, his big balls shifting beneath the shaft that appeared and disappeared from within her, her juices coating his reddened flesh. The water lapped at my tremoring hive, flowing under me to wash between my ass cheeks, cool against the stretched aperture of my anus.
The supple contours of her back were emphasized as she arched back from him, the small of her back sweeping out from under her trunk within her small waistline, widening with her hips to merge with the lush pillows of her fanny beneath the dimples of her back. Pale golden down Reamed from her thighs, and from within the spread cleavage of her fanny, thickening inward to collar the pale pink bud of her anus. The base of her ripe cunny showed beneath the backward arch of her hips, her thighs spreading wider as her knees slid out from his sides. He caressed her ass cheeks, his thick column bobbing up into the juicy pinkness of her furrow. Her hair whirled around her face as she whipped her head from side to side, the slender flow of her neck twisting above her bunched shoulders, her tits quivering with her movements.
I groaned from deep in my chest, my flesh buzzing with heat as a larger wave ended its roll within the splay of my loins, a fine spray rising up against my belly, droplets splattering my tits. The sand slid out from under the pressure of my hands, and they began to sink fully under, lowering me farther back, my belly's firm curve accented. I whimpered, seeing only the rise and fall of his massive cock, her juices gleaming from it and his balls. She cried out, his hands keeping her upright My wrists were under the sand, my body curving between knees and shoulders, my box opening wider. I gasped, my mouth stretching as I felt the water press through my burning portals to swirl up into my channel. I spasmed around the churning water, coming, and I forced myself not to tighten my vaginal muscles.
My head dropped back, my hair Hanging toward the water as my arms pressed into the sand, the wet beach clutching at me. The waves began to rush back out, the water spilling out through my slit, sweeping over my lips, and tremoring my clit I could no longer control the convulsions of my underbelly, and I cried out as the water rushed back, splashing over my thighs, sweeping up over my loins and abdomen, into my navel, around my ass cheeks and between them to lap at my anus, battering against my furrows. My hips twisted, the tendons at the insides of my thighs in relief, the junctures of the tops of my thighs with my hips raised. I wanted to grab my tits, to crush them against my chest, to knead their swollen aching from them, but my arms were held firmly.
I gasped, my face thrown back, my eyebrows raised above my closed eyes, my lips pulling back from my clenched teeth. My body pounded with the roiling sea, the waters flashing up within me, flowing and spinning around the searing pulse of my clit My hips bucked forward from the shifting sands, water splashing out from the raging of my cunt, cascading through my depths, my recesses beginning to shake faster and deeper, my underbelly convulsing. The waters whirled, spinning like a vortex through me, tidal waves of ecstasy engulfing me. My feet pressed out to the sides, my legs' aching unnoticed, my calves following, and my legs were suddenly free to stretch out, to embrace the rise and fall of the waves, stretching and curling.
I wrenched myself up and to the side, and I pulled one hand free, then the other, the waters washing the sand from me. I shoved the heels of my hands over my swollen tits, over the cupped nubs of my burning nipples. I writhed in the swirling waters, hearing Jeff and the woman crying out as they came, his come jetting up into her depths, the sea raging within mine, and they became one in my mind, he having directed me to do this, to be immersed in these raptures, to come again and again until I jerked and twitched in the surf, the waters shifting my limp, spread-eagled body back and forth as I gasped for air.
The water beaded upon my flesh, gathering in pools in my navel, at the upper center of my belly, in the supple shallows between the outsides of my abdomen and the insides of my hips, and in the shallow at the base of my throat. The sunlight reflected from the water upon me, spangling the waters flowing around me, light refracting about me as I basked in the afterglow of my climax.
"Neptune seems to've gotten her off," I heard the husky rumble of Jeff's voice comment as it blended with the sounds of the surf.
"Her tits sticking up like that look like little islands," the woman's melodic voice noted; the word "little" was stinging. "Bet she was pretending she was me, and the water your come," she chuckled, seeming to have read my thoughts, and I flushed, happy that I could not see them for the brightness of the light reflecting up around and from me.
"Maybe she'd like to taste my come, anyway. She seemed eager enough earlier in the afternoon," he said, and I brightened with elation that he was going to allow me to suck his spend from him irregardless of how unattractive he might find me. "Hell, she can taste both our juices at the same time," he said, and my thoughts were thrown off kilter. "Let her lick you out, Rita," he urged the woman.
My mouth opened in disappointment, unable to form the words I wanted to use to plead for his prick, but the movement was apparently translated as a desire, since the woman moved to straddle my head. I saw her large eyes smiling down at me, her big breasts quivering, and at the top of her spread legs was the golden thatch of her muff, the narrow V damp with their spendings. Her shapely, tapering legs began to bend, her full thighs opening down toward my face. She blocked out my view of the sky, and some of the bright reflections of the sun. I saw Jeff standing behind my head, smiling down, his cock hanging down over his balls, still large. Her knees slid toward his feet, the backs of her thighs lowering toward her calves. I watched the soft tufts of her muff open from around her slit, the ripe swell of her cunny yawning out over my face. Her rich scent and his filled my nostrils.
The soft warmth of her wet cleave pressed against my open mouth. His come was there, droplets curling over the bright pinkness, gathered within her, slowly seeping back down her channel. I wanted it, and I thrust my tongue deep within her box, licking as my lips burrowed into the succulent humidity. She groaned as I skimmed their juices from the sleekness of her cleave, as I sucked it down from her depths, licked it from her clit, smearing my cheeks and chin with it. I made deep, hungry animal sounds as I ladled their spendings from her pussy, pressing them between my tongue and palate to savor the taste that was partly his, to feel the texture of his thick, creamy spunk. I felt her hive grow hotter around my face, her belly begin to tighten.
"Um, her tongue's very, very nice, anyway," she purred up at him, and I realized she was reaching up to grasp his hips, to guide his cock into her mouth, to suck their juices from him as I sucked them from her.
I sucked feverishly, twisting my mouth within her cleave, rubbing my nose against her clit, rushing her toward climaxing, wanting to keep her from bringing him, to have my mouth for him to shoot off into. Her cunt spasmed; my clit flashed. We sucked hard, my quickened pace only seeming to quicken hers. I moaned into her depths, my mouth filled with their flavors. She groaned, coming. I turned my lips against the lips of her snatch, tonguing up against her clit. She gasped, and he moaned. My eyes snapped open, and I looked up to see his prod bucking in her opened mouth. His come spilled over her lush lower lip, her head going back as she drank from his fountaining column. His head appeared from between her lips, and globules of his come came floating down toward my face. I thrust my head back, quitting her snatch, and opened my mouth wide. A droplet splashed thickly over my cheek, another against my lower lip, and a third over my tongue.
I savored the thick drop on my tongue, murmuring with happiness as she slid off me to recover, and Jeff stepped back. I lay there, slowly licking the delicious juice from my lower lip, wishing only that her flavor were not so heavy in my mouth, that I could taste his without any dilution. I raised my hand to my cheek, and skimmed the third droplet up with my fingers as it began to slide down to the side. I looked up at the pearly gleam clinging to my long fingers, and I gradually sucked them into my mouth to draw his essence from them. I breathed with a gurgle of pleasure, having had some degree of success in having my desires answered.
I opened my eyes a few minutes later, feeling my leather collar being shifted over the ruffled linen collar remaining from the dress. He was fastening a slender chain to it, and I pushed myself weakly up as he stood, the leash tugging at me. Rita was standing beside a leather bag, her hair dried and brushed out, a compact mirror held in one hand while she used the other to apply make-up subtly. She looked radiantly beautiful as he led me past, my hair wet and matted, sand clinging wetly to the back of my body, water dripping from my plume.
He fastened the other end of the eight foot length of chain to an eye-bolt embedded in a large boulder jutting up from the sand some fifteen feet from the water. With neither a word, nor a glance, he returned to the blonde, his lithely muscled body moving with athletic grace as they began to walk down the beach in the direction of the house. I stared at the shifting of his strong thighs, at the swing of the arm toward the coast, at his hand's sculpting flow, at the shiftings of his firm ass cheeks, the swing of his cock's thick length above the sway of his heavily filled sac. Then, they were receding into the distance toward the house that was beyond the horizon, leaving me there alone, chained to the big rock.
Time passed, the afternoon shadows lengthening, telling me that this was an eastern coastline, though of what continent or island I had no idea. I wondered how far the tide would come in as the water's edge moved up toward the boulder, but my worry passed with the hours, and I decided that I could manage to climb atop the boulder if necessary, though the idea of being trapped atop it, surrounded by the ocean was a bit scary.
Finally, as the sun went down, I sat back against the boulder, my thoughts my only company.
I remembered that it had been I that had offered myself to Jeff, for him to make use of his for his pleasure, and I realized that I had become obsessed with my own pleasures, my desires for him. I had made assumptions as to how he would achieve his own pleasures, telling myself that they would correspond to mine. In truth, he had provided me with much of what I craved. There had been: fear without true danger when the men had taken me from my apartment; the heart pounding risk of being discovered with them or Bob; the bondage of my flight suit and the silk scarves; being taken by a group of people; being a sexual focal point; being an instrument of pleasure; performing for an audience; enjoying the pleasure bordering on pain of the burlap and bindings and of fighting with Fiona; being subjugated and threatened with humiliation; having all my accumulated doubts about my looks and desirability brought together; tasting his cock and his come; wanting to beg for him to fuck me; being challenged with things I had not thought of myself as being able to do, and finding that I could do them; and being overpowered, surrendering myself to another.
I had not been spanked, or otherwise physically punished, but my desires in those areas had lessened since the twins had found me after my disastrous marriage and sent me out into the world to gain more knowledge of myself, to learn how to deal with my desires, working from a nucleus of autonomy, and without self-deception or destructiveness. I wondered when they would make themselves known to me again, and if they were aware of what was happening to me now.
As well, Jeff had not balled me, nor had I yet reached the point of pleading with him to do so. Reminding myself of all my desires that had been fulfilled under his guidance, of my getting together with Emily and Bob, of all those I had been with-twenty or more, I realized that I was being foolish in feeling he was denying me. Still, I wanted to give him pleasures directly, to have his cock in me.
Thinking how my desires, and the avenues by which I achieved my pleasures, would seem odd, or even disgusting, to some people, I smiled drowsily. At times, it all seemed odd to me but, after all, they were my desires, and I dealt with them as best I could, without anyone's being forced to do anything. This had certainly not been exactly true of my own marriage, nor of other socially acceptable passions I had observed. My thoughts began to blur, and I fell asleep, exhausted from my busy day, no longer knowing if my thoughts made any sense or not.
Some time later, I awoke to the sounds of approaching voices. The moon was high overhead, and I pulled my legs up against my body, my naked skin chilled by the night air. The voices were young.
"It's really a neat night for skinny-dipping with the moon full," I heard one of the voices say, and I peeked around the boulder to see five boys approaching, one kicking a piece of driftwood along with his tennis shoe.
"I don't want t' come out wet without a fire already goin', Jimmy," another said, the others agreeing, and they began to move about collecting driftwood from the beach and dunes. I gripped my legs against myself, pressing my thighs into my breasts as I wondered what to do if they came upon me. It seemed un-likely that they were associated with Jeff, and I was not even sure if they were old enough to be interested in girls yet. I had no idea what their reaction would be at finding a naked woman leashed to a boulder in the middle of nowhere.
The minutes crawled by, their shadows coming close to me as I cowered in the shadow of the rock, and then I heard their fire starting up, and let out a silent sigh of relief. I peeked back around the rock, and saw T-shirts being pulled from slender torsos, shoes and socks being dropped to the sand, jeans and cords being stepped out of, and cotton briefs being shoved down from boyish hips and asses. Laughing, the boys raced for the water, and ran kicking and splashing into the surf, moonlight shimmering up around them with the water.
I relaxed, watching them gambol about with carefree abandon, their flesh gleaming. Then, they began to leave the water, talking and laughing amongst themselves. I stared in amazement at several of them, seeing cocks that were large by any standard, contrasting with soft pubic hair and slender limbs. They moved toward the shifting lights thrown by their fire to warm and dry themselves, and I edged around the boulder a little so as to keep them in view.
They sat and knelt upon their pants, shaking the water from their hair, and holding their hands out toward the heat of the flames. The moon painted my body in alabaster with sepia shadows, the fire painting the well-tamed flesh of the boys in shifting oranges and ambers.
"Hey, Bart," one of them grinned, pushing his hair back from his face, "that maid at your house, the live in maid-do you help her with the housework?"
"Hell, ask ol' Fred about those neighbors of his, Tim-the mom and daughters," the boy said with a sheepish grin, and their conversation told me that they were old enough to be aware of sex, and that they were nervously awkward with inexperience.
"Somebody should o' invited a girl along," one grimed, "cause my pecker sine's gotten up from talking about 'em."
"Mine too," another laughed, and I saw their cocks bowing up hard from their loins. "Want t' jerk off into the fire? We could pretend it's a pussy," the boy grimed, glancing uncertainly at his Mends, and they chimed in their agreement My breathing deepened as I watched them move closer to the fire to sit crosslegged almost side by side, their hands encircling their engorged young tools. The wood in the fire popped, sparks rising in the flames as their eyes began to lid, their lips parting.
"Want t' see who can go the longest?" one of them suggested, his voice tight
"How're we goin' t' be able t' tell if somebody cheated or not?" another asked. "Be easy t' pretend you're strokin' when you're not"
"We can have a circle-jerk," the other boy shrugged, self-consciousness eased by his arousal. I pressed my knees together, my cunny pulsing as I watched each of them reach out to their right their hands encircling their neighbors' cocks. I watched their faces shift with pleasure, the firelight flowing over them as their young bellies tightened, their hips thrusting up against the hands rising and falling around their pricks, their own hands doing the same. Then they were groaning, biting at their lower lips, and their rods were spasming, their come jetting up into the air to arch toward the fire which turned it into lava-like gobs of crimson and orange.
I watched them shake with release, and drop back to the sand, their young chests heaving. I twisted my breasts against my thighs, leaning back against the boulder, aroused by the sight of their big cocks which seemed huge in contrast to their bodies, by the sight of their climaxes and their expressions of bliss.
"Need some more firewood," I heard one of them say a few minutes later, and I crouched down as I saw the boy move back toward the dimes, searching. "Hey, look't what I found!" he called out, raising Fiona's face mask, having located her scuba gear.
"Look't what I've found," another boy said, and I whipped my head around to see him smiling down at me with delighted disbelief, as the other boys came around to form a semicircle around me, their eyes moving over my nakedness with hungry curiosity. "Must be the watch-bitch," the boy chuckled, noting my chain, and he lifted it.
"I thought maybe she was something the tide washed in," another grinned, moving to my other side, as my head turned to keep them all in view. " 'Course, maybe she was a naughty girl," he suggested.
"Sent t' sit in the corner without her dinner," another boy said, tsking. "Spare the rod an' spoil the child," he grinned, his eyes dilated with arousal in his innocent young face.
"Maybe we should apply the rods, huh?" another smiled, and their cocks stiffened to full erection around me as they began to fully appreciate my availability in relation to their horny curiosity.
"Seems a waste not to put this scuba gear to use," the boy who had found it said, having dragged it down with him. "Could put the tanks on her back to hold her down, and she could breathe underwater. Be pretty neat lookin' up through the movin' water at us an' the moon as we dick you, huh lady?" he said, as if trying to inspire interest in me, not realizing how much his idea aroused me.
"Now, we'd have t' let her off the chain, an' then she might swim off before we got in her," another said, disappointing me. "But," he added, "maybe we can use it to heat her up some," and I watched him pull the tanks up before my legs, taking the mouthpiece in one hand as he moved the other to the controls. "Open her up," he said as I watched him with uncertainty.
The boys gripped my knees and ankles, and I struggled against them, panicking, but the accumulated weight of the four overpowered me. My eyes widened as I watched the boy extend the black rubber mouthpiece toward my stretched nook, my ass cheeks squirming beneath as I strained to free my legs, my knees up to the sides. I caught my breath as he pressed the mouthpiece lengthwise into my furrow, stroking my burning lips, and he reached back to turn on the air tanks. I gasped as the air hissed out over my cleave, blowing lightly but steadily. He increased the flow, moving his hand and the streaming air up until it was blowing over my bared clit's length. I bucked in their hands, groaning as my head went back, my face strained with pleasure. My cunt spasmed with exquisite raptures as they held me, the stream of air racing the pulsings of my clit until I came. I let out a gasping sob, bowing up from the ground, and fell limply in their hands, blinking from the short but intense orgasm.
"Obviously, she was bein' punished 'cause she forgot she was s'posed t' be seen and not heard," one of them laughed, extending their reversal of the roles they were normally forced to play, as I became the child, the student, they the figures of authority. "Here t' give 'er a taste o' the rod," he smiled, moving between my spread thighs, and he was suddenly sliding up into my still tremoring snatch, his body light atop mine. I groaned as he pumped with great enthusiasm if little experience, and I moaned as he came, his rod jerking within my clutching cleave.
He moved aside, and the second boy was sliding his big cock up into me, relieving my sudden feeling of frustration. He pressed fully into me, his head stroking my cervix, and he began to roll his hips against mine, his thick length swirling within my sweltering cunny. He pressed his face down against my breasts, his beardless chin and cheeks caressing my flesh as his tongue licked at my nipples, his lips nuzzling my aureolas. His prod thrust, jumping within the building heat of my depths, and he was coming, crying out against my tit as his juices gushed up into me, mixing with those of the first boy.
I gasped for breath, feverish with arousal as the boy rolled off to be replaced by the third. My box twitched with expectation, and his tool was filling it, the base of his shaft pulling up under my clit as he stretched his head toward mine, his hands pulling my face up for him to kiss. I slid my tongue deep into his mouth, turning it as he turned his cock, and I thrust in and out quickly. Murmuring with pleasure, he understood, and began to move his prod in imitation of my tongue movements, letting me guide him in its use, directing his speed and motion. I shook beneath him, hugging him to me as I came, and he shook in my embrace, his cock geysering up into my flooded underbelly, the come glutting me.
With a tender little kiss, his eyes glazed, the boy slipped from me, and the fourth's was pistoning within my spasming nook, his hands tightening around my tits. I looked up, groaning, and saw the first boy standing behind the fifth, his erection having returned already due to the benefits of youth. I pulled my feet up toward my fanny, shoving my ass from the sand, twisting my loins against the fourth boy's, tightening and loosening my vaginal muscles around him, pulling his come from him with the knowledge that the quickness of their climaxes did not matter with them chow-lining me. The gushing of the fourth boy's come forced some of their mix from my slit to flow down over my ass cheeks.
The fifth boy, who had thought of using the air tank's mouthpiece upon me, slid his big column up into me, and I slid my hands down his back to grip his ass cheeks, twisting myself upon the bucking skewer of his cock as he bit and sucked at my tits. He groaned, and I could feel his heart pounding as he hugged my body, his thick length shaking within the throbbing heat of my hive, his balls slapping against my come-coated ass cheeks. He raised his flushed face with a strangled groan, and his gizzum hosed up into me, the spasmings of his shaft setting off a flash fire through my recesses, and I came with him. We dropped to the beach, gasping, and the first boy's cock was in me again, moving slower this time, his desperation gone, and he caressed my body, licking at my nipples until I came again, the convulsions of my clutching nook setting him off, causing him to jet even more come up into my underbelly.
The third boy preceded the second, and we gave each other blurred smiles before kissing, and I moved my tongue languidly at first, his man's prick following its lead. He curved his hands around my tits, stroking my nipples against his, my tongue and his cock picking up speed, sliding in and out, turning to spiral. We groaned together, our climaxes building higher and higher, the ecstasies overwhelming us becoming more and more intense. We cried out together, and I rocked from side to side, our bodies tightly embraced, his light weight clutched to me as raptures sent us floating into bliss.
The second boy replaced him, straddling my chest to slide his prick toward my mouth, and I rolled my breasts around him, licking at his head as it slid in and out of my lips, his shaft sliding between the lush caress of my breasts. The fourth boy entered my cunt again, and I stroked him with my vaginal grip as I stroked and licked the other. My senses blurred, my mind spinning, and I shook with orgasms, each better than the last. The rod between my tits bucked, and I closed my mouth around it, lifting my head to slide my mouth up and down the top of the trunk, sucking the spunk from it The tool in my snatch vibrated faster and faster, and I gulped the one boy's come, the two confused in my mind, the spasmings within my cleave connecting with the thick juices gushing into my mouth. Then, the boy was coming in my slit, the other's creamy spend overflowing my mouth as the blend of the five's juices overflowed my box.
The boys blurring, I came again and again until we lay spent, recuperating. Then, I felt their hands upon me, ten hands caressing me. I murmured ecstatically, gradually becoming aware that they were sliding me away from the boulder, my leash chain rattling. I blinked my eyes open in confusion, and saw that they had dug a hole in the sand. I realized it was as long as I was. I tensed, resisting.
"Hey, haven't you ever been buried in the sand when you went to the beach?" one of them asked, smiling, but I continued to fight against them, my heart pounding faster as they overpowered me. "Look, Fred's gettin' in too," they pointed out, and I saw the boy who had followed the guidance of my tongue lying down in one end of the hole, his huge cock toward the center.
I relaxed a little, still uneasy, but the boy's reassuring smile allowed me to submit. They laid me down in the area they had scooped out, and lowered my fanny toward the boy's tool. I shivered with pleasure as its head nuzzled into my anus, and he sank into my rectum as I came down upon him, my hips raised higher than my head, his legs stretched out from beneath mine.
The others began to move about on their knees, their hardened cocks shifting as they pushed the sand over me with their hands. The boy kept his prick still within my ass, simply flexing his crotch muscles to send tantalizing vibrations out through my underbelly. They covered our hips and legs, building the sand up behind his back to support him, and covered my stomach, chest, arms and neck until all that showed above the surface were my face and breasts, looking like outcroppings of alabaster. The sand went down to the base of my abdomen, running along the tops of my hips and thighs, and then it dropped down to the boy's loins, our loins creating a box canyon with the insides of my upper thighs to either side, my drenched mound lifted at one end like the course of a stilled waterfall, the mixture of our juices seeping from the cleft like an underground spring's trickling spill.
One of the boys moved his hands over the hillocks of my tits, and the ground quaked with my tremblings, my rectum stroking the other boy's flexing tool.
"Want bigger tits?" the boy caressing them asked, and he began to cover my swollen breasts with sand, as my fascinated eyes watched him sculpt the sand to form the image of tits bigger than any of the women I had met since boarding the plane. One of the others curved the sand along my waist up and out, enlarging the image of my hips and upper torso in relation to the waist which he made seem longer and more slender. Their hands created an opulent body for me, and it really seemed that it was mine beneath a veil of sand. I stared with a secret delight over their gift, and one of them was straddling my hips, sinking his cock into my furrow.
I moaned, coming as the boy leaned back, the top of his shaft twisting up beneath my clit He laid back atop the boy in my ass, their tools rubbing through the membrane separating my snatch and rectum.
I stared with widening eyes as a third lowered himself down, his legs sliding back alongside the other two, his hands to my sides, and his tool was working its way into the fertile juiciness of my cleave above the second boy's. I relaxed my vaginal muscles, yielding to his implanting pole, opening like a ripening flower to take him in too, the base of his shaft tremoring the kernel of my clit.
The other two boys knelt down to either side of my head, and leaned forward alongside one another to slide their cocks into the eager pool of my mouth, and I licked at their heads. They slid deeper, stretching my cheeks, and I sucked at them, clutching my cunt around the other two, tightening my rectum around the fifth.
I groaned from deep in my chest, orgasms already beginning to blossom within me. The boys looming over me, I lost my focus on the stars above as the rods in my snatch began to move together like a single, immensely thick prick, the upper boy's dorsal vein against the top of the middle boy's shaft The cock in my ass churned, and I sucked and licked at the cocks filling my mouth, my body glutted with the insertion of their rods. The cocks in my cleave began to move in counterpoint, plowing my furrow with seesawing of excruciatingly deep surges of heat. I was no longer able to feel the membrane between my slit and anus; my underbelly was merged in one roiling mass of primal heat, the three trunks also merging for me. The ground quaked with my shattering arousals, the peaks of my breasts vibrating, my burning nipples coming free like pink blossoms.
I groaned around the pumping cocks I sucked, my come-glutted cunt like a volcanic pool, the tendrils of my muff meshed with the boys' as their cocks and the lower boy's plunged deep into my underbelly, shaking my channel with raptures. I came again and again, blinded with joy, spasming around them, crying out around them, clutching at them with mouth, cunt and rectum.
My hands rose from the beach, and my limbs sprang forth. I clutched at them, twisting and shaking, overwhelming ecstasies erupting through me, the bud of my clit searing as their juices cascaded through me, raining down my throat, gushing through my channel, my bowels engulfed. Their sounds of joyous culmination and mine mixed with the rumble of the surf, our bodies writhing and bucking together until we were physically exhausted, spent.
Their tools softened amidst the warmth of their thick juices which trickled down my throat, from my mouth, my cunny, and my fanny, their tools slowing following. Without realizing it, I sank into the embrace of sleep, glowing with satisfaction. Half consciously, I was aware of them moving away reluctantly, saying: "Hope you'll be here again, but y'know how moms are when you're out too late".
I opened my eyes some time later, and quickly closed them, squeezing them tightly shut for a moment in the vain hope that, refocused, I would not see Jeff's angry expression staring down at me. Yet, he was there, standing over me naked, his intense eyes stem.
"Had t' have a little extra on the side, huh," he sneered, and kicked the sand away from me. "Couldn't wait, and do what you were told like we agreed, could you? Well, go on and get out of here. I'm through with you," he said, turning his back to me as I rose unsteadily to my feet, stunned by his words, by the idea of being dismissed without ever having been with him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Salvage
"I-I...." I stammered, frantic, my hands circling as I searched desperately for words that would sway him. "Give me another chance," I pleaded, having totally forgotten that I had given myself to him, promising him pleasure. "Please, don't send me away," I begged tearfully as he continued to stare coldly, "let me have the whole week." Please?" I whispered, and he took a step to my side so that we were shoulder to shoulder, facing in opposite directions.
"The terms of agreement that you proposed," he said quietly, "were that you would do 'whatever' I wished." He was silent for long moments, and I was unable to say anything because he was correct. "And now you're questioning my directions. If what I wish is to reduce die days of your service, what reason have you to suddenly question me, to argue?" he demanded, his voice hardening, and he turned his face toward me, but I could say nothing, as I trembled at the fiery passion in his angry eyes. He looked away from me again. The seconds seemed like hours. Then, he suddenly leaned forward, his nearest arm swinging around my stomach to grip my waist, and he lifted me up from the ground. "What you need is some discipline."
I shrieked with shock, my waist against the top of his hip, his leg thrust out beneath me for balance. Holding me firmly, he began to bring his free hand down against my raised, naked fanny. I squealed as his strong hand slapped against my ass cheeks again and again, the stinging become a burning as my buttocks became pink, my legs flailing, my hair spilling over my face and I hung back behind his leg, clutching at his slacks. Each smack of his hand sent delicious vibrations through to my cunny, the heat of my cheeks radiating through my body to merge with that of my depths. My hands bunched in his slacks, my scissoring legs stiffening as I came deliriously.
My head reeling, I was half aware of his going to the knee on the other side from me, and then he was shoving me forward, up his raised thigh to his knee, my inside leg pulled over along his other side. My ass was thrust up from his knee, my legs spread wide, and my splayed cunt twisted upon his knee as he began to continue with spanking me. I came against the firmness of his knee, my clit pulsing wildly against it, and I clutched his calf with mine, pulling my breasts from side to side against it, my one thigh stroking the muscled firmness of his as it shifted to bounce me lightly upon his knee.
I cried out with ecstasy until there was no more air in my lungs, the veins in my throat standing out, my strained face flushed, my depths resounding with implosions and explosions that shook me to the core, my mind and body fused in a whirlpool of devastating pleasure that left me in a daze.
Holding my hips, he slid his leg out from under me, and I dropped to the beach, my lungs heaving, my body still twitching. My cheek resting against the solidity of the ground as I sought to regain my sense of body and weight, I saw the horizon lightening, the stars dimming out from view, heavier waves smashing in toward us. He lifted my fanny till I was on my knees, my thighs spread wide, and he was kneeling between my calves.
My face lifted, my eyes opening wide with surprise as his bulbous head pressed into the bud of my anus, driving up into my ass, his thick length sweeping up into my rectum. Liquid flame seemed to erupt within my bowels, and I dug my fingers into the sand, twisting my tits against the beach as he filled me, his loins thrusting against my ass cheeks as he plunged his cock fully into me, answering my desires, filling me with thunderous raptures, my ears ringing as orgasm after orgasm assaulted my sanity.
"Yes, oh yes," I groaned, twisting my fanny back against his rocking hips, as the waves smashed into shore, froth leaping high. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder, oh-yes-s-s," I babbled, sweltering as his towering prod churned within me, thrusting me higher and higher.
My fingers clawed the beach, my elbows pressing down toward it, and my face lifted, my shoulders bunching. The surf pounded, the sky growing lighter and lighter. He shook my hips around the roiling thrusts of his cock, his hands holding me with a graceful strength that was almost tender, setting off by contrast the impaling jab and tug of his ramrod. I shook with convulsions, coming again and again until I no longer had any control over my movements, surrendering to the fatiguing barrage of orgasms.
He leaned forward, and one hand slid down from my hip to spread over my cramping belly, stroking the tension of the muscles as he lifted me up and back from the beach, his other hand coming around to go lower. I bit at my lip as his fingers surrounded my clit, collaring it as he continued to bugger me, setting me off again.
My mouth agape, my hair clinging to my damp face, my body stuttering as my climax extended, stretching out further and further, I floated weightless, the confines of my body left behind as I soared in sheer, soothing bliss, his come like a raging river that lifted with me, evaporating to rise into mighty, roiling storm clouds flashing with lightning that grew brighter and brighter, whiting out everything until it was the molten core of the sun, both of us fussed at its core, becoming the light, coming, blazing with satisfaction.
I was not aware of going limp, nor of his sliding his vast cock from me. When my eyes opened, the horizon was tinted an orange-peach color, the ocean's expanse lit, the waves breaking loudly. He was carrying me effortlessly, walking toward the surf, my face resting between his shoulder and chest, his hands gentle.
When he was almost waist deep, he lowered my feet down into the water, and I stood against him for a moment, gaining my footing.
"I need to be bathed," he said, and I nodded, leaning down to lift handfuls of water to splash over his sinuous thighs, his loins and ass, my hands moving with tender devotion as I bathed him, licking the salty sea taste from his hips, his cock, his balls, his ass, sucking it from his hair. I went to my knees, drawing him down with me, and I washed the firm contours of his stomach, his strong back, and chest, his arms, and hands, caressing and tasting every inch of him, his cock lifting up like a dolphin from the water, reborn in its enormous erection. The water swaying us, I sat upon my legs, staring with awe at his sex, as he knelt on his knees.
"I ... I thought you didn't like me, thought I was too ugly," I confided in a small voice barely audible over the waves. He raised a questioning eyebrow, one comer of his mouth lifting with a bemused smile. "All-all those beautiful women with you...." I trailed off.
"I thought you'd get off on hurting for it, begging for it," he said, and I looked up at him with confusion before slowly nodding, admitting that he had been correct. "And you're very, very beautiful," he said softly, his eyes confirming his words as his hand brushed the wet ringlets of my hair from my forehead. "But...," he smiled, "you do need to remember not to talk so much," and he was leaning forward, his hand pressing my head down toward the rising column of his prick.
I let the lavender knob press my lips and teeth apart, and he filled my mouth as I began to lick at him, align-my throat for him to continue in, my hands fondling his huge balls. I murmured around him, sucking my mouth in tight, loosening it, tightening it, bobbing my head upon the swollen spire. His fingers slid through my hair, the waves buffeting us. He groaned softly, and I sucked all the harder, pulling the ring of my lips up and down his length, kneading his dorsal vein with the tip of my tongue, my fingers spinning around his nuts. The tidal current stroked my burning nipples against his thighs, and I kept at it, building his arousal higher and higher, knowing I was to finally have just his come in my mouth, and he was coming, his prick spasming, jumping in my mouth and throat.
I pulled my head back, sucking tightly, pulling along his thick length as his come gushed from him, drawing his head up into my mouth to coat it with his delicious juices, his sounds of ecstasy filling me with joy. His flavor inundating my taste buds, I gripped the base of his mighty trunk, pulling my lips back from his head, and I let his pearly spendings splash over my face, my throat, and my tits. His expression of satiation filled me with happiness. As I was his to spank, to fuck, to share with others, to have me anywhere, in front of as many people as he chose, so he was mine to give pleasure to, the pleasures I gave him directly or indirectly giving me pleasure as well. With his roughness, and his bizarre, seemingly unlimited imagination there was also a concern for my safety in the details of our adventures, a tenderness for the person who the carnal desires were a part of, just as there was a hungrily aggressive taking combined with my submissive, enduring giving of pleasure. We both gave and took in our individual fashions, our ambiguities complimenting one another's, providing us both with satisfaction.
The sun began to crest the horizon, a blazing reddish orange, and he raised me back up onto my knees to grip my hips. He lifted me several inches, and I cried out as I dropped down along the rigid arch of his pole, impaled upon his mammoth cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck, gasping, my clit flaming against the top of his trunk's base. Orgasms flashed through me, his hands encasing the uptilted roundness of my ass cheeks, his prick filling me to my limits, his head sliding over my cervix. The sun began to rise, flooding us with crimson light.
He pushed up onto one foot, and then the other as he shoved us up from the water, the fiery light refracting from the spray of the water, his movement thrust-and jerking his pole within me. Electricity crackled up and down my spine, all my ecstasies since we had first been alone in the party kitchen flashing through me, all the orgasms and climaxes raging through me as a life is supposed to flash before you just before death, all the raptures merging, all the lovers joining, fusing into that moment, into him, into the fusion of his thrusting cock and my convulsing cunt.
The sun lifted almost free of the horizon, the ocean's waves crashing, and we were coming, coming together, my depths contracting and expanding until there was only expansion out and out into an all-consuming delirium of ecstasy that saturated our every nerve ending. Our teeth and the marrow our bones vibrating, our senses merging, our consciousness blazed with our ecstasy. His sex leapt within me, my sex becoming sheer spasmodic convulsions. We cried out, our bodies shaking faster and faster.
We were spinning, whirling on the pivot of our fused loins, the sea crashing without us like our ecstasies within us. Our flesh seemed to disintegrate like the waves, spraying up and out, shimmering with light as we abandoned ourselves to our ecstasy.
We cried out again, hearing only the roaring of our blood. The sun came free of the horizon. His mighty cock exploded with the sudden implosion of my core, geysering his essence up into me, throughout me, our bodies melting together, his come fountaining within our union.
We soared, buoyed high by the tumult, floating in the spraying light. His spend showered through him and me. The sun bathed us in its warmth. We swayed in our bliss, reeling in the reverberations of our climax's crescendo, surrendered to the ecstasy, incapable of thought, much less of words.
Satiated within the afterglow of our culmination, mellowing contentment radiated throughout us as we floated onto shore. We lay in one another's arms, the water lapping soothingly around us, the sun drying us. Basking in the resonance of our fulfillment, we were physically spent, and we drifted into sleep, joyous.
A voice awake me, a voice calling out: "And here she is, in the center bed", and I sat up slowly, squinting my eyes against brightness, surrounded by darkness. My mouth opened with amazement at what I saw once my eyes began to focus.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Center Ring Master
I was lying on a huge, round bed in the middle of a circus tent, a spotlight shining down on my naked, spread-eagled body. People were seated in the bleachers, looking down at me, though I could not make out who they were.
"Yowzah, yowzah, yowzah!" the voice said from beyond the light. "Here she is, the one, the only, the walkin', talkin' star of our show. She fucks, she sucks, she diddles, and she licks pricks 'n' clits. She wants cocks, pricks 'n' prongs, prods 'n' rods, dinging dongs, wangs that wing-wang-doodle, dicks, tools, members, broadswords that soar, pokers, ramrods, pistons, an' bones. She wants tits, she wants ass, she wants nuts 'n' balls, she wants cunts 'n' slits, pussies 'n' beavers, muffs 'n' fluff, furrows, burrow, boxes, nooks, coves 'n' cleaves. She wants y' one an' all. So, if y' got it up, step right down, step right up. She's here t' serve your every whim with 'er quim, serve your every desire with fire," the voice sang on, and I stared wide-eyed as the barker came forward.
It was my first fully admitted-to lesbian lover, my ex-sister-in-law, Lisa. She was dressed in a ringmaster's top hat of white silk and a matching coat with rich, gold brocade, the jutting cones of her breasts exposed. Beneath the coat, she was naked down to her ringmaster's riding boots with their silver spurs. In one hand she held the traditional whip, and reins in the other, which were connected to a bridle fitted around a costume-ball horse's head. The tall, fairly realistic head was down at the moment, and I could not see the face of the man wearing it The wide base of the horse's neck fitting to his shoulders, it was strapped around them, connecting with the saddle upon his back. Lisa was seated in the saddle, her cunt pressed forward against the leather, the narrow V of her dark muff opened from around the damp pinkness of her slit.
I heard the audience moving, accepting her invitation to come down, and I felt a chill, along with a flash of heated arousal, run through me at the idea of being with them all. I looked back to Lisa, wondering how Jeff had managed to get in touch with her. She was pushing her booted feet down into the stirrups, tugging the reins to pull the man to a halt with their sides toward me. A horse's tail dragged the ground behind him, apparently embedded in his ass, and I saw that his big cock was erect. Patting the horse's head, Lisa smiled at me; she loosened the reins, and the man's head lifted. I started with shock at the sight of the face looking through a cutout in the front of the neck.
It was Lisa's brother, my ex-husband, the man whose repressed sexuality had shown itself in a cold wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am approach to me that had created frustration and guilt, drawing out my desires for domination and subjugation, for being punished. I did not know what to say, or to do. He had disappeared, unwilling to face me after revealing his capacities for lust that were as uncaring as his coldness had been. He had granted me a divorce and a large, unrequested settlement and alimony. So, how had he come to be here in this manner?
"Come on horsy, up we go," Lisa called to him, pulling the reins toward me, and she smacked the coiled whip back against his ass.
Sitting up, I watched them approach, unable to sort out my feelings. He lifted his hands from the floor to the edge of the bed, Lisa urging him on, and she slipped from the saddle to watch him rise onto the bed between my feet, on his hands and knees.
Men and women formed a circle around the perimeter of light, watching. I saw Donna, and the passengers from the plane. Bob and Emily smiled toward me. Fiona and Mona from the beach stood with the boys. The Countess had her arm around the waist of Guy, a man who had lived across from me and Jeb. They were all watching, all naked, the men's cocks erect. I looked back to Jeb, his expression telling me nothing, his eyes down.
"Come on, horsy," Lisa told him, "do good, and we'll get you a gig in Tijuana."
She slapped the woven leather of the whip against his buttocks, and he made a whinnying sound, suddenly lowering his face to my open cunny to press his mouth into my furrow, his tongue lapping hungrily. The face of the horse rubbed between my tits. I dampened my lips and dropped back to the bed, the excitement I felt beyond the mere arousal of his mouthings.
My eyes lidded, I saw a pair of twins approach the bed, male and female. About eighteen, they had a striking Gypsy beauty to their deeply tanned bodies, their hair jet black, their eyes gold-flecked. Pale saffron nipples capped the girl's large breasts. His cock was huge. I remembered the Fargo twins, seventeen-year-old brothers who had found me after my divorce, who had led me to a deeper understanding of myself while satisfying my every craving as I served them. Jeb's tongue moved against my clit, and I thrust my hips up, twisting my drenched snatch around his mouth as I came, groaning with pleasure.
"Carly and I've decided what we want," the brother told Lisa, and she waved one gloved hand toward the bed, stepping back to snap her bull whip, the sound cracking the air.
Carly grasped the reins, and handed them to me, sharing a smile with me. I yanked on them, and Jeb moved up higher to bring his hardened cock toward my gleaming cleave.
"Eat me," the girl said, slipping onto the bed to kneel over my head, and she leaned forward to rest upon her hands, her ebony plume coming to my mouth as her ass arched back toward Jeb's face.
I lifted my face and slid my tongue into her fragrant slit, sidling up into her channel until my mouth opened her mouth wider. I pulled on the reins, and the horse's face slid over her shoulders as Jeb pressed his mouth into the widened cleavage of her full-globed ass. His cock slid up into my quivering hive.
Mirrors lowered down from the darkness above, set at angles to give a variety of views of the action on the bed. Jeb's chin brushed against mine as we pressed our tongues up into Carly, only the thin membrane separating our lickings. I bucked my hips up against his, jamming his full length into my cunt, glowing with elation. My eyes turned to the side, and I looked at one of the mirrors, seeing Carly's brother kneeling behind Jeb, his hand shifting the horse's tail in his rectum before slipping it out. I tongued faster within Carly's juicy box, orgasms flashing through me as I saw her brother replacing the tail with his immense tool. Jeb groaned against Carly's anus, and I shivered with unconcealed delight.
I clutched my vaginal muscles, stroking Jeb's cock, half imagining that it was the twin's. Carly moaned with raptures as our tongues turned in her cunt and ass, my moan and Jeb's reverberating up through her, my cunny spasming, his prostrate throbbing. My senses raced faster and faster, my body writhing beneath them, my hands gripping the girl's shapely thighs, my calves stroking her brother's back, my mouth turning voraciously in Carly's splay. I bucked, coming, my mind spinning, and I cried out, feeling Jeb's body shaking as the twin's come blasted free, Jeb's prick seeming to send it on up into my depths as it jerked within the convulsions of my snatch, Carly's loins quaking against my face as she came to my hungry mouthings, her taste filling my mouth.
For long minutes, I lay gasping for air, the twins stretched out on either side of me, while Jeb groggily raised back up onto his hands and knees, his knees together just below the juncture of my spread thighs. Opening my eyes, I looked down beneath his body to where his cock hung, our juices gleaming from it. I drew my knees up high, and brought my feet together to catch his shaft between my soles, rolling its flaccid length between them as I tugged.
My smile may have looked cruel at that point. All of the frustrations, the anger and resentments long hidden away were now exposed, altering my whole normal attitude. I moved my feet to the stirrups hanging from his sides, hooking them in the leather rings, and I jerked down, thrusting toward him as I loosened the tension of the reins. His face was forced back to my cunt, and I sat up slightly to the side so that the horse's face was alongside me. I pressed his head down into me, and he began to lick the mixture of our spendings from me. The victim had turned.
Flashes of heat raged up from my pussy to fountain throughout me, my mind caught up in a carnal delirium. I jerked up on the reins, raising his damp face from me, and I slid forward an inch to press my thighs against my body, raising my ass for him to tend to the come that had trickled down between the plush cushions. I gasped, trembling as the carnation-pink bud of my anus expanded for him to chum within my rectum. I came again, my excitement mounting, my eyes glazed.
I pulled out from under Jeb and climbed up onto the saddle, returning my feet to the stirrups as I pulled the reins to the side, guiding his head toward the twin's loins to lick him clean. The brother and sister kissed, the boy murmuring with arousal as he caressed her lush body.
"Get me a dildo!" I yelled out, and Lisa's hands were sliding one end of a two-headed phallus up into my cunt a few moments later, elasticized straps running down to either side of my mound to connect as they crossed, then raising up behind to snap to the waist strap.
I slid back off the saddle to kneel behind Jeb, and I gripped his ass cheeks in both hands to pull them apart, exposing his anus to the head of my extended phallus. I thrust up into him, turning from side to side, and he groaned sharply as I slid high into his rectum. I reached around his hips and circled the top of his scrotum between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, pressing his balls down against his sac, my other hand tightly gripping the base of his now erect trunk. I thrust and churned the prod within him, stroking his prostate as the other half of the dildo bobbed within my burning depths. All four of us moaned, again approaching climaxing.
The twins hugged one another tightly, both of them coming, and Jeb shook as he swallowed quickly, my grip keeping him from coming as I continued to fuck him. Too many times had I been abandoned in my arousal, and I worked faster and faster, balling the half of the two-headed phallus implanted in my raging cunt. I groaned, my back arching as I came. I cried out, my face lifted as the ocean seemed to roar within my ears, my flesh buzzing with fevered heat.
"Please," I heard Jeb gasp. The twins lay spent as my head spun in the vortex of my climax.
"Please what?" I demanded, holding my grip on the base of his cock, damning up his release.
"Lemme come," he pleaded, and I basked in a blossoming sense of freedom from my past, from anger, guilt and frustration.
"K you suck me off good," I said, pulling back from him, and I shifted around to present him with my dildo, retaining my hold on him as I shoved him over and sat astride his head.
My shoulders bunched as the one end of the phallus swirled within my cunny, setting off the accumulated arousals, merging the orgasms, and I came, thrusting down, fucking his mouth as my climax erupted through me, ecstasies raging through me. I shook with the convulsions of my depths, my breath catching as I floated at the apex of my fulfillment, raptures flooding my mind and body.
My breath burst free, and I fell limply away, releasing my grip on him, letting his come jet up from his jerking rod. There was a ringing in my ears as I gradually began to get my breath, my heart pounding, static electricity shivering my skin. He moaned with release.
"Take those things off," I told Jeb after I had regained my composure, my tone gentle. I was free of all ill will toward him, wishing nothing bad for him. We would never be husband and wife again, nor lovers, probably, but we could both now proceed with our lives, I free of bitterness, Jeb free of his guilt and repression.
He removed the saddle, and horse's head, looking at me uncertainly, and I smiled tenderly at him, kissing him good-bye warmly. He looked at me for a moment, and then he smiled too. Stepping off the bed, he raised his hand to bid me farewell, and moved away, passing through the ring of naked men and women.
"I thought you'd want to get your third day off to a big start," Jeff said, smiling down at me from the head of the bed, and I stared at him with a trace of awe before he moved back out of my line of vision.
"Now, for our. second act," Lisa called out in her ringmaster's voice, and I watched the twins depart the bed, their arms around one another's waists. "With no net beneath her, the daring young woman will now hand over her dildo to her Aunt Emily who will but-fuck her while her Uncle Bob will ball her, simultaneous with her sucking off not one, but two men at the same time," Lisa announced, and the man from the airport whose son I had sucked off came forward, followed by Alex, the man Donna had been balling on the plane.
Emily's loins caressed my ass as her phallus filled my rectum while Bob's cock glutted my cunny, and I opened my mouth wide for the men's engorged tools. A couple was introduced as Eva and Carl, and I curled my fingers in her cunt as I pumped his cock with my other hand. Women stroked their snatches along my legs, and upon my knees, and my feet rubbed a cock between my soles.
My entire body was engulfed with lovers, my every orifice glutted with their cocks and cunts, overflowing with their juices, and Jeff's presence was in each of them for me. I was bringing each of them to rapturous climaxes, not only for them but for him, and for myself, somehow feeling that I was also bringing him through them, as if they were conductors of ecstasy and I its avenue. They seemed to surround me, reflected over and over again into infinity, Jeff behind the mirrors, and the twins behind the images of him, sheer ecstasy beyond them, all of us its agents.
Jeff's words reverberated through me with my comings, the air filled with moans of pleasure, and the scent of our juices. Was this truly only the beginning of my third day? Could so much have happened in only forty-eight hours? Surrounded and filled with climaxing flesh, ecstatic faces all about me, I wondered how he could possibly fill almost five more days with adventures to compare with those I had been subjected to, had surrendered myself to, had joyously climaxed to.
As I came again and again, abandoning myself to the ecstasy possessing me, I smiled, having no doubts that he would fill all the hours, all the seconds as totally as my body was now filled with pleasure, and top himself in the process. I cried out joyously, climaxing again and again, cocks gushing within and over me, cunnies convulsing around and upon me. Knowing I had those five days before me, I immersed myself fully in the rapturous comings of the present, of the here and now, not wanting to miss a single, deliriously rapturous moment....
