Author: Lance DeLonge
Title: How I Met My Wife
Summary: Part 1 of the Stacie & Cole series.  Cole is invited to a party
that will change his life.
Keywords: M+F+
 
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   This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or
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email, and website address.  Darkwaters:  The Erotic Fiction of Lance
DeLonge -this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free
erotica.  Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines
against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with
strangers is not suicidally stupid.  The real world, sadly, is not like
this: so don't try this at home, kids.

   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ How I Met My Wife



   Stories about how guys met their wives make for some great fairy-tales
of chance romantic encounters at the grocery store or of plotting and
planning how to ask out the girl in the next office who caught their eye at
a party.  This is a story along those lines, well sort of.

   I had had just gotten out of the military and had scored a good job in
New Orleans working for a photo studio.  My boss John and I had gone out
for drinks a couple of times.  He loved to hear stories of the girls from
all over the world, whether they were true or not.  I told him tales about
the wild bars of the Philipeans and about the legendary massage parlours of
Hong Kong.  His favourite though were about the young female officers who
liked to go slumming with the enlisted, forbidden lust in exotic foreign
cities that cost more than one their promising career.

   He would tell me stories about what he believed was his best work, his
erotic nudes of the cities' elite ladies that went on behind closed doors.
He had lived in New Orleans nearly all his life making a living by
capturing the city's wealthy and powerful on film.  He was one of the most
well known portrait photographers in the city.  And that fame along with
discretion brought along requests from the wealthy couples for more private
sessions.  Sometimes he would be invited to some of their more exclusive
parties where some of the elite couples went slumming for a night.  It was
on my thirty-second birthday when he offered to let me come to one.  He
wouldn't be able to make it and he hated to cancel at such short notice and
leave the ladies wanting.  I gladly accepted, thinking what better way to
spend my birthday than taking advantage of a couple of married rich ladies
in front of their husbands.

   At first I didn't know what to expect.  My head swam and my hands
sweated all that day in anticipation.  Little did I know of how much this
party would direct the rest of my life.  That evening when I arrived at the
hotel, a Holiday Inn on the intnerstate, I was nearly ready to walk away. I
forced myself to knock on the door and much to my relief an older man
opened it, still clothed.

   "I'm here for the party." I managed, trying to repress the nervousness
in my stomach that threatened me with nausea, "I was invited by John."

   "Come in, come in," he said with a broad smile, opening the door wider
and ushering me in.  He was skinny and looked eerily like William Defoe "He
told me he was sending someone in his place.  Cole, right?"

   "My name's Ron," he grinned, closing the door and gripping my hand,
"glad you could make it.  Go ahead and get comfortable and feel free to
jump in anywhere.  There is some food is on the table in the corner."

   The suite was made up of a living room and a bedroom off to the side. 
It was clear that most of the action was in the bedroom, three guys stood
in various states of undress in the doorway, their hands toying with their
noticeably stiff pricks.

   "There are about twelve other guys tonight," Ron continued leading me
back towards the doorway.  He introduced me to a couple of guys sitting
naked on the couch nursing a drink and watching a homemade movie on the
television, obviously in recovery.  "Our four lucky ladies tonight are my
wife Lynne on the bed," he pointed towards queen-size bed where a thick
dark-haired lady in a black lace teddy was engaged with three guys, "better
watch out, looks like she's a little hungry tonight.  That's Carol in the
hot tub" he said pointing over to the hot-tub to a thin lady with short
black hair who was on all fours devouring a thick cock while another slid
gracefully into her snatch.  The men's faces were of pure ecstasy and they
assailed their wanton victim.

   And that little cutie-pie in the corner is Carol's daughter Stacie."
Stacie was on her back, her legs spread-eagled as the guy she was laying on
slid roughly into her ass.  Another guy was knealingkneeling between her
open legs, slipping his cock deep inside her hungry slit as her mouth
worked hard to milk a third cock of its precious seed.  Her breasts bounced
atop her heaving form, shiny from at least one load of semen that had
dripped down her chin onto her tanned chest.  Once hand balanced on the
stud beneath her while the other gripped yet another cock, working
diligently to bring even more seed splashing down on her.  The only stitch
of clothing she had on were her black high heel sandals that clung to her
tiny feet waving in the air above her head.  Sticky white streams streaked
her shoulder length dark brown hair and her black lust filled eyes seem
depthless as they eyed each of her lovers one by one.

   "Our red headed vixen Mary will be here a little later, she's running a
little late," Ron went on about Carol's husband Michael currently sliding
his cock into his wife Lynne's protruding bottom, but for that moment the
world seemed to stop turning.  Stacie's dark absorbing eyes flashed to me
for a moment and it felt as if pieces of my life suddenly were jolted out
of place and violently stuck back together.  Then her attention was drawn
away as her mouth was suddenly filled by her cocksman's seed.  Stacie began
bobbing her head in rhythm to his insistent thrusts, another small stream
of cum leaking from her lips as she struggled to swollow all of his
generous offering.

   As I looked around the room for a place to jump in, a guttural groan
from the hot tub drew my attention to Carol and her two lovers.  She was a
lady in her early fifties.  It was easy to tell she had been a stunning
woman when she was younger and she had certainly aged gracefully.  The guy
behind her was breathing heavily, his hands caressing her hips as he slowly
withdrew.  I walked over to the tub as the guy withdrew and was replaced by
the man she had been sucking.  He slipped into her slowly but from the look
on his face he wouldn't last long.

   Carol smiled coyly as I slid into the hot tub and presented to her my
hardened cock.  Her dark eyes, nearly as dark and deep as her daughter's
blinked slowly as the guy behind her began thrusting, her body rocking in
motion to his insistent strokes.  I pressed my cock against her lips and
they parted slightly, the tip of her tongue caressing it and snaking along
its soft receptive belly.  My hands stroked through her dark silken hair
and my eyes slowly closed as her heated embrace began to consume me.  I
watched as this lady nearly twenty years older than me devoured my prick,
each thrust of the other man drove my cock deeper between her passionate
lips.

   The scene in that room was unreal, three beautiful women engaged in
fulfilling their every carnal need, their bodies an unparalleled tangle of
ecstasy and lust.  Lynne had finished off another guy and was now on her
knees on the bed with her back towards me, her legs spreading over a new
man as she gripped a second cock in her hand ready to draw out its vital
nectar.  I watched as the cock beneath her penetrated into her sodden sex,
its warm wet flesh consuming the man's pole achingly slow and taking it
deep within.  Her mouth closed around the second prick, hungrily engulfing
it as the man began to roughly slide it farther into her mouth.  Her wide
hips began their gyration and I could see every licentious movement as her
pussy began to milk the marauding prick, sliding up and down like a
merry-go-round.

   A slight bite on my own cock brought my attention back to Carol who's
deep shadowy eyes stared up at me devilishly, she obviously meant to keep
all of my attention focused on her.  I could feel her groans along my staff
as her pleasure continued to escalate.  I watched in lust and awe as she
was pounded from behind, the warm water caressing her as her other lover
filled her again and again.  I could see his orgasm overtake him, his face
drew clenched as he groaned aloud.  Every unoccupied man turned to watch as
he came into the other end of the woman sucking my dick.  Their hands
stroked their cocks in envy and anticipation, knowing that they too would
soon be in his position.  Watching him cum was an awesome spectacle, his
hips thrusting powerfully against Carol's ass as she gasp and groaned, her
own climax finally over taking her.  She released my cock, slipping it out
of her mouth with tendrils of moisture still clinging to it.  Her hand
gripped it's slippery length, sliding along it in rhythm to her orgasm as
she balanced precariously on the other hand and pressed her head against my
belly, her eyes rolling back as her lids fluttered closed.  After long
moments of guttural climax that left both gasping for breath a skinny man
who had been sitting off to the side climbed in the tub and began cleaning
her flooded poon of the last man's spilt seed.  He buried his face in her
cunt, lapping up every last drop of sperm that now oozed out.  She shivered
with renewed pleasure.  The small voyeuristic crowd that had gathered
around us shifted to the bed as one of Lynne's men cried out in vulgar
pleasure.

   After a few moments Carol shooed the guy back to his corner and grinned
up at me "You had better get back there before someone steals your spot."

   I gladly obeyed; taking my place behind her and positioning my anxious
cock at her proudly offered pubic mouth as Lynne's husband leaned over the
side of the tub and kissed Carol lewdly before sliding into the tub to take
my place.  He grinned at me as we pressed our ready shafts against Carol's
lips and pushed inside of her simultaneously.  She whimpered as the two of
us settled into her.  Her apex was hot saturated bliss, slick from an
intoxicating mix of her lovers' cum and her own.  My cock slid in easily as
I palmed her protruding bottom, slipping in to the hilt until I could feel
my balls brush against her.  The warm water caressed them too and I could
feel my passion beginning to grow.  Carol pushed back against me as I began
rubbing her clenched anus and I pressed a finger in as she encouraged me
with muffled groans and whimpers.

   Ron kept her attention focused on his invading cock, gently gripping her
hair on either side of her head and keeping her mouth from wondering.  But
her hips were clearly all mine and her pussy sucked greedily at my
attacking prick as she thrust back against me.  I leaned over Carol,
roughly fondling a tit with my free hand as I continued to finger her ass.

   I gasp with mounting pleasure, deliberately trying to keep a slow pace
as I scanned the room, drinking in the depraved scene.  Stacie now was bent
over a chair, a black guy with a cock as thick as her wrist was assaulting
her ass, his hand grasping a fist full of her dark hair and pulling her
head up at a cruel angle.  Her face was a twisted mix of pleasure and pain
as her hands held the chair's legs with a white-knuckled grip.  Her knees
were shaking as long legs desperately tried to support her balanced on the
two tiny heels.  Her new lover slammed into her without regard, sneering as
he started at his cock disappearing inside the little white girl's rectum.
But oddly the crueller he fucked her the more she appeared to love it,
oblivious to any pain the guy may have been causing and completely focused
on the bliss, turned on by the depravity of her act.

   I could pick Carol's husband out of the growing group of men that had
gathered around the two, stroking his engorged cock as his daughter
weathered the torrent of lust that the black guy was directing against her.
My mind was too awash with my desperate hunger to question it and it only
seemed to fuel the inferno that seemed to be consuming my entire body.

   I felt Carol's body begin to shiver as another orgasm began to sear her.
Her climax consumed me and I erupted into her, my mind an overwhelming
torrent of sinful ecstasy as I pounded into her from behind.  I could
almost feel her climax and mine mixing at our joining and causing an
explosive reaction that amplified our mutual rapture.  Ron groaned as he
unloaded into Carol's mouth, his loss of control no doubt fuelled by our
wanton display.  Carol's mouth fought vainly to catch his erupting seed,
her mind still reeling from her immense climax.  I kneeled behind her,
gasping as the explosive inferno of my climax began to diminish and fiery
tingles began to consume my body, caressing my muscles in a soothing
after-bliss.  Carol kept her bottom pressed against me for long wonderful
moments trying vainly to prolong the heaven of our act.  When she finally
moved she slid her hips into the warm bubbling water of the hot tub,
turning to me.  I joined, sliding next to her on the molded step, enjoying
the heated jets as they blew against our bodies.  Her face was a picture of
contentment, a woman thoroughly satisfied.  Her slender fingertips caught
the last drops of cum on her chin and pushed them delicately onto her
tongue.  Her smile was sweet, a soft southern charm concealing a vessel of
pure lust.

   "I think I could use a drink after that," she said as she stood up
uneasily, her voice a sweet song as she smiled seductively down at me,
"We'll have to do that again some time."

   I honestly couldn't wait.  But for now there was other business to
attend to.  I cleaned myself in the warm waters and then reluctantly got
out.  As I made my way out of the bedroom towards the food a growing crowd
of semi-clothed men announced the promised arrival of Mary.  A mother of
two, she was a stunning woman probably in her mid-forties, tall with long
dark red hair and long shapely legs accented by white satin stockings and
tall black heels.  Her fare skin was sprinkled with pale freckles,
especially around her mesmerizing blue eyes that wrinkled innocently as she
smiled from man to man.  She glanced seductively around at the men
gathering around her, licking her lips and devouring them from top to
bottom.  Her husband followed her in, smiling and greeting those guys he
obviously knew.  He was a bit older than her with grey hair and a beard. 
He was a bit more meek looking than Lynne's or Carol's husbands.  My
feelings were confirmed as he took a seat off to the side as the men began
to undress his wife.  She was a fiery woman, picking who she wanted first
then going to work.  Four or five pairs of hands caressed her body, pulling
her clothes free and consuming her flesh.  She gave herself to them,
embracing first one man then another as probing hands slid between her legs
hungry to be the first to feel her feverish slit.  Two men groped her
exposed breasts, each suckling a nipple as one of her hands found it's
first engorged prick.

   Michael was at the front of her procession, greeting her with a lurid
kiss before helping her down onto one of the room's two couches.  He spread
her thighs and embraced her womanhood, her approving moans showing just how
much she enjoyed the attention.  After many long moments he finally mounted
her, inducing her first of seeming endless orgasms from her sensuous
depths. I sat and ate for a while, watching as she went through man after
man, her burning inundating lust never seeming to waiver.  Her husband who
introduced himself as Martin sat contently watching his wife, desire
obvious in his eyes but still he sat by.

   After about half an hour, her line finally dwindled and she settled down
on the couch to catch her breath.  I finally stood up and walked over to
her, my refreshed prick engorged and aching after watching her spectacle.

   Mary smiled wickedly up at me and gently gripped my offered dick, "Well
here's one I haven't had yet, are you finally ready for me?"

   "Yes ma'am." I managed as I looked her over, devouring her from head to
toe as I took her place on the couch and she knelt between my legs.  My
mouth watered with anticipation, my hands shook as I slid my fingers
through her long fiery hair.  Her hair was thick and silky, her eyes
exhilarating as they watched my face contort in sheer pleasure as she drew
my pulsing manhood into her ravenous mouth.  She was voracious in her task,
consuming my cock as if she were an animal in heat, her mouth rapacious in
her wanton abandon.  It was if the countless other men she had devoured had
only whet her appetite for cock.  The ecstasy was excruciating as her
pitiless tongue caressed first the head then the vulnerable belly of my
cock, her teeth nipping cruelly, sending shivers of painful pleasure
darting throughout my body.  She was quite the showman, too, her movements
were always languid and sensuous and her playful eyes danced with need as
she glanced up occasionally to make sure she still held my full attention.
Even on her knees, her enticing motherly hips swayed seductively as her
head bobbed rhythmically in my lap and her swaying breasts brushed against
the inside of my thighs creating brief pools of fire that smouldered on the
aroused skin.  No doubt the group of guys she had just finished off who
were sitting on the couch opposite us were getting quite a show as her free
hand plied her hungry snatch, stroking her thick aroused nether-lips
between her open legs.

   My pleasure was nearly irresistible, Mary's accomplished mouth
performing her task with unrivalled skill.  My head throbbed with lust as
she worked, my prick engulfed in a fiery sea of searing saliva, crimson
hair spilling down her head like molten steel.  As I began to feel the
first tingles of climax, Mary stopped, her hand gripping my cock at the
root, staving off my pleasure and leaving me gasping, my eyes pleading for
the release I sought so desperately.  Her playful blue eyes shimmered with
mirth as she knowingly teased me over and over.  After the fourth time I
was nearly losing my mind and my hands tugged gently at her hair, pulling
her eyes up to meet mine so she could see my desperation.  She grinned with
triumph and got to her feet and pulled me to mine before climbing onto the
couch on her knees, offering her wide inviting hips.  She looked playfully
over her shoulder at me as I ran my hands over her back and down to her
smooth creamy cheeks, spreading them gently and sliding a finger into her
soaked slit.  Mary purred, her eyes fluttered closed as I slid my finger
inside her hungry apex.  As slick as she was I found myself losing any
semblance of self-control I had left.  I shakily removed my finger and
placed my throbbing head at her glistening opening.  I could see her other
lover's seed seeping out of her, the thought only stoked the maelstrom of
lust that Mary had been building between my legs.  I slid into her easily,
wanting instantly to explode inside her yielding warm walls.  I fought back
the near irresistible desire, concentrating on the feel of her body against
me, her muscles pressing back against me as I caressed her hips and thighs,
her swollen lips gripping desperately to my invading rod.  The experience
was incredible.  Carol had settled in on the other couch to watch us with
the guys in recovery, sipping a glass of wine and a burgundy satin robe now
clinging to her shapely body.  A couple of guys had began fondling her
again, and she smiled shyly from the attention and began toying with their
revived dicks.

   A balding guy thick around the middle moved in front of Mary as she
leaned over the back of the couch, presenting her his hairy prick.  Without
faltering she drew it into her mouth, consuming it with every bit of desire
she had mine.  The licentious vixen seemed to be invigorated, penetration
at both ends only added fuel to her rampant desire.  Her red tresses seemed
to glow with the inferno that burned between her legs.  Her body soon
acquired a voracious rhythm with her lovers, every thrust I made into her
drove the other man's cock into her eager mouth.  I could feel the mixture
of her slick juices and her lovers' cum begin to seep from her as we
fucked, each thrust into her spilled more of the concoction onto our legs,
the drops slowly making their way down to the cream coloured couch.  As I
watched our fusion, her delicate lips pulling at my cock with each with
drawl, graciously accepting it with each thrust back inside her, my heart
pounded in my ears.  I tried to thrust slowly, teasingly into her, the feel
of her fiery cunt was amazing and I wanted to take pleasure in it as long
as she would let me.  My balls rubbed against her engorged lips as we
coupled, their rough sensitive skin excited by her hot smooth pussy lips.
Mary didn't seem to be in a hurry, luxuriating in my deliberate lavations.
Men now stood around us, their upright cocks staring at the three of us,
primitive lustful hunger evident in every man's face.  Carol was again
engaged on the other couch, laying on her back with her legs wrapped around
one man who roughly drove into her while she swallowed another man's prick,
burying her face in his thick pubic hair as he forced his cock down her
throat again and again.

   Muffled moans escaped Mary's occupied mouth as her hips became more
insistent, urging me to drive into her harder with desperate thrusts, each
one pushing me deeper and deeper into her starving slit until her body
convulsed in rude carnal ecstasy.  The other man erupted as Mary's climax
over took her and she released her demanding grip on his prick as she cried
out, his cum spewing violently across her blissfully twisted face,
streaking her fiery red hair and flushed freckled face with white gooey
semen.  Her guttural groans were intoxicating, so primal and abandoned that
any self control I had left collapsed, the deluge of bliss that had been
mounting within my prick erupting within her demanding hellhole.  Mary's
spasming cunt swallowed every drop, a bottomless abyss that craved an
unending supply of man cum.  I gave her all I had until it streamed out of
her, sliding down the inside of her thighs.  Mary's orgasm had left her
panting, her face a mess of cum and sweat.  Breathlessly she urged me on,
begging me to fill her with my liquid love.  Her hands grasped at my legs
futilely as I plunged heedlessly into her, her manicured nails dragging
savagely across my skin only adding to my rapture as my body was wracked by
uncompromising ecstasy.  Mary was whimpering weakly as my staggering bliss
began to subside.  Another of the guys who had been watching our spectacle
had moved into position and was pulling Mary's head onto his cock by a fist
full of her crimson hair.  I got to my feet uneasily, yet another guy
moving in quickly to take my place.  Mary welcomed him with open legs,
picking up where we left off.

   I settled down to watch Mary and Carol in action on one of the many
chairs that had been set up.  Lynne was taking a break and sat down next to
me.  She gladly accepted my offer to get her a glass of wine and when I
returned we watched the incredible scene together for a while.  Mary had
finished off her next two cocksmen and she now sat on the soiled couch, the
thick black guy was thrusting into her brutally.  She cried out in utter
pleasure, his large strong hands gripping her ankles at arm's length.  His
fat cock drilled into her soft pink mouth and Mary's face looked as though
he would split her in half.  I was glad she had given me my turn already.

   Lynne and I watched and talked.  She told me about her kids in high
school and her husband's job.  She talked about how Carol wouldn't fuck the
black guy though she couldn't understand why, a man is a man no matter what
colour his was.  She ask me if I was enjoying my self and about what I did.
She managed to draw out of me that it was my birthday and that John had let
me take his place.  I must admit that her black lace teddy that she now
wore was a bit distracting, her generous breasts nearly spilling out over
the supportive cups.  She was forty-eight, a stay-at-home mom with very
motherly attributes.  Her hair was dark, nearly black stretching down
nearly to her waist and was tousled from her activities earlier.  Her face
was pretty but tired, her skin was fare but had the look of maybe a few too
many days in the sun.  Her hips were wide, proof of her two children and a
comfortable lifestyle.  But her energy was exhilarating as she talked,
sometimes distracted by someone walking by trying to say hi.  Her eyes were
thrilling as she looked at me, a hunger for life evident in their dark
sparkle.

   As we watched her husband slip into Carol's industrious slot on the far
couch, Lynne cheered her on and warned her husband that Carol had better
not want any more when he was through or he was going to get it when they
got home.  Her spirit was remarkable.  When she turned back to me mischief
was in her dark eyes.

   "That looks like fun, I think you've had a long enough break birthday
boy." She grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the bedroom where she
promptly sat down on the bed.

   Stacie was entertaining two men now.  She sat atop a heavy hairy man,
her hips rocking steadily on his, his no doubt equally fat prick filling
her emptiness.  Another man, skinny in comparison to the other, stood
beside her with his cock buried between her lips.  Her movements were slow,
her weariness no doubt beginning to catch up with her.  I had not seen her
take a break from the time I had gotten there nearly two hours earlier.

   "Can you strap me in sweetie?" Lynne said handing me the business end of
four Velcro straps, each attached to a leg of the bed.  I gladly strapped
first her ankles then her wrists with then so she was spread out on her
back on the hotel bed, her legs stretched wide for easy access.  As I
finished strapping her last wrist I reached down between her spread-eagled
legs, unsnapping the black lace covering.  My fingers danced along her
furry apex, sliding between her awakening hairless sex.  The middle-aged
mother purred with approval, her dampening skin glistening in the dim
candlelight.  I placed my hardening cock between her parting lips and Lynne
accepted it gladly, her tongue curling around it possessively.  Her legs
pulled at her restraints as I worked her open snatch, teasing her with
light gentle touches across her heated skin, graduating in time to more
insistent strokes, slipping at first one then another finger into her
sweltering depths.  Her stiffened pleasure button peaked out desperately
yearning to be touched.  Another couple of guys had gathered around and
began teasing her too, stroking her with featherlike caresses.  She now had
four guys sliding their hands across her body, a couple of them cupping her
generous breasts, her stiff pink nipples aching for their mouths.  A guy on
the other side of the bed accommodated her, sucking in one of her thick
tips.  Lynne's mouth was surprisingly desperate for so short a time.  She
had easily accomplished reviving my carnal fervour, my libido lusting
wholly for her body splayed out so vulnerably.

   "I need you in me," she said breathlessly as I continued to press my
cock into her resistant mouth.  Without hesitation I climbed between her
splayed legs, my fingers slowly withdrawing and replaced by my eager cock
head.  I lowered my head and kissed her, our tongues sliding heatedly
against each other as I slowly penetrated her, wanting to drive her crazy
with longing.  Lynne was wild, her kiss hungry and shameless as the other
men continued to stroke her.  After long moments I began long amorous
stokes into her and our mouths separated, breathless gasps escaping both of
our mouths.  I was surprised as a long stiff prick was pushed in between
us, offered obviously to Lynne.  I watched as her lips I had just embraced
swallowed yet another cock only inches away.  It glistened as it slid from
her mouth before plunging back in insistently.  These guys were not giving
the ladies any leeway, they wanted what they wanted regardless of what the
women needed.  Lynne seemed even more turned on by this, licking and
sucking at the pushy cock forced on her.  I guess I had done no different.
Seeing her devour a cock from this close was as exhilarating as it was
unsettling.  The man's balls brushed her cheek as he forced his tool deeper
in Lynne's mouth.  I was so amazed as she took it all that I began
thrusting into her harder, driven by the brazen act before me.  I was
thankful for my previous orgasms as I now fucked the licentious slut
beneath me, thrusting deep into her with long brutal strokes.  Her pussy
was nearly as adept at pleasuring a cock as her mouth, milking my invading,
eager for my cum.  Each thrust brought more and more bliss, my orgasm
starting to swell with each breach of her greedy gash.  Slippery and hot,
her pussy pulled at me, pleading with me to fill it with the sperm is so
craved.  The increasing reaction between our bodies was maddening, tangled
together and meshed in mutual ecstasy.  Lynne was on the brink of losing
control herself, her body shuddering as our hips collided with increasing
fervour.  Her limbs continued to struggle against the straps, their soft
cloth cuffs continuing to hold her fast.  It was gratifying having this
woman when she couldn't do a thing about it, even her mouth too full to put
up any protest.  Two guys now suckled at her hardened nipples, their hands
holding her body against the mattress as her body was savagely brutalized
by her other cocksman and me.  She was loving every second of it.

   Despite how many countless times she must have already came that night,
when Lynne's orgasm finally overtook her, her body convulsed like it was
her first.  Her eyes rolled back and her back arched defiantly as her mouth
hung open, whimpering.  Her hand tugged frantically at the cock before her
until a long stream of white jizz spurted across her face, covering her
cheek and hair and filling her gaping mouth with thin globs of hot cum. 
The man's cock twitched in her hand, unrelenting pleasure evident on his
face as he gripped her hair brutally and continued to thrust.  Her
climaxing cunt tightened around my cock, begging for me to release my
nectar into her depths as well.  Before I could stop it my cock let forth
it's gooey treasure, erupting into Lynne with vicious carnal bliss.  Her
strong thick legs wrapped around my waste, locking my convulsing prick
inside of her endless snatch, hungry for what little cum remained in me. 
After a heavenly moment, I collapsed onto her, again breathless from our
feat.

   Her fingers deftly pushed the escaping rivulets of semen back towards
her thirsting mouth and she sucked her fingertips dry.  Another guy quickly
stuffed his cock into her compliant mouth, horny for his turn.  Nearly as
soon as Lynne released me another stiffed cocked stud was slipping his
eager meat into her crevasse.

   I was exhausted after three women, my prick satisfied and limp.  Even
watching the sinful performances going on around me brought only weak
twitches.  I felt nearly as contented as I had in my entire life.  Looking
around at the three women I had just spent the evening giving myself to
still working to fulfil their vast carnal pleasures, I couldn't help feel a
mixture of envy and sympathy for their husbands.  Mostly envy.  As I
expected Stacie was entertaining another two guys, this time Ron and
another man who had arrived after I did.  I walked out to the common room,
poured myself another glass of wine and took a seat in one of the viewing
chairs to watch more of the show.  The party had started to wind down now,
only a few of the late comers seemed to be hanging around either actively
engaged or cleaning up.  As the ladies finished up with their last couple
lovers and began cleaning up themselves Michael came up beside me and put
his arm around my shoulders, pulling me out into the middle of the common
room.

   "Can I have every one's attention please," he bellowed.  Nearly everyone
in the room stopped what they had been doing and turned to watch him.  "As
some of you know, it is our tradition to celebrate special occasions. 
Tonight Cole is celebrating two very important occasions.  First, it is his
first party with us, and from what I've heard from the ladies he is
certainly welcome back to our next party."

   The three ladies had now wrapped themselves in their robes and nodded
their heads in agreement, Mary holding up her glass of wine in salute.

   "What a cock he's got!" Lynne exclaimed mimicking Mary's toast.

   Michael then continued, "Now the second occasion he is celebrating is
his thirty-second birthday!  But since we didn't get any cake for him I did
arrange for some birthday pie!"

   There were cheers from the ladies and the remaining few men.  "It is
tradition that when someone celebrates a birthday with us that they clean
out the lady who has fucked the most men that night!" Even more cheers
arose from the small crowd.  "But first we have to find out who that is -
Lynne my delicious tramp, how many deserving guys have pleasured you this
fine night?"

   "Oh you know I hate to count," she exclaimed, "but if I had to guess I
would say twenty-three." The other two ladies clapped, toasting Lynne.

   "Well I don't' hate to count!" Mary laughed, "Twenty-five beautiful
dicks, most of `em more than once!" The cheering was louder for Mary and
again the other two ladies toasted Mary.

   "I wasn't quite as big a slut as Mary or Lynne," Carol chimed in,
"Nineteen beautiful cocks found their pleasure in me." Carol was cheered
just the same and toasted by her cohorts.

   "Well it seems we're missing one more contender" Michael boomed again
"Stacie!  Where are you baby girl?"

   "Right here daddy," his daughter exclaimed joining the other three
ladies.

   "Well, sweetie?" Carol asked expectantly.

   "I guess I was kind of a slut to night," she started, "I'm afraid I
hogged more than my fair share of the men, thirty-two at last count."

   The small group congratulated her loudest of all, the three ladies
patting her back and kissing her cheek.

   "Well I guess we have our winner!" Michael said as he and Ron ushered us
into the bedroom.

   Stacie looked at me seductively, her dark sensuous eyes captivating me
as she climbed up on the bed and spread her legs seductively.  Her body was
a mess, awash in slick sticky cum, seeping from her pussy and glistening on
her flat belly.  I could see streaks in her dark hair and streams dripping
down her long tanned legs.

   I knelt between her slick thighs, her hands guiding my head to her
predatory slit.  I resisted slightly as I thought about the other men whose
seed she had taken but she pressed insistently.

   "Don't be a pussy," she chuckled, taunting me.  Her dark thatch was
shaved into a furry heart leaving her engorged lips bare and glistening
with her arousal.  Her excited clit peaked out enticingly, pleading to be
sucked.  I obeyed, kissing her pussy hesitantly at first.  But as her
flavour enveloped my tongue, the heady mix of an aroused woman and her
lovers' cum, my lust overcame my uncertainties and I began to drink Stacie
in, her soft lips meshing with mine as I struggled to suck her clean.

   The taste of her many lovers was strong, their cum salty and bitter as
it coated my face.  Stacie cooed with pleasure, her slender fingers tugging
at my hair as I lapped it from her coated belly and legs.  Her hips rose up
to press her saturated flesh into my mouth, her lust seemingly having no
bounds.  I sucked at her thrusting mound ferociously, feeding her desire it
seemed with every penetration.  My tongue delved deep into her, her mouth
wanting and willing for the warm soft pleasure.  After many long moments of
arduous ecstasy Stacie pulled me on top of her and held my face with both
hands, kissing me intensely, her strong pink tongue licking the sperm from
my face as if it were the sweetest nectar.  I could only react to her
fervent kiss, embracing her attacking tongue as she savoured the taste of
herself.

   "Fuck me," she begged throatily, nearly growling as she began to turn
her self over beneath me, "fuck me in my slutty little ass."

   Sliding my cock along her cunt until it glistened with her juice, I
probed her tight asshole quickly with my thumb, lubing it up and preparing
it for penetration.  After a couple quick thrusts, I shoved my cock roughly
into her.  She cried out, her hands gripping the covers as I started to
rock into her brutally.

   "God I love it there," she growled as I thrust into her, "fuck me
harder!"

   I drove into her harder, her tight ring pinching my cock erotically.  I
was finding it harder and harder to keep from coming.  I had never been so
turned on.  Stacie lay on her knees beneath me, her ass projecting up
against my hips as I ground into her beautiful bottom.  The pained look on
her face was exquisite, her mouth cursing with lust as she thrust back
against me.  For those few moments it was only Stacie and I, the crowed
gathered around us disappeared and the only thing I knew in the world was
the mounting ecstasy between us, everything else was a blur.  At that
moment she was the most perfect creature ever created, the feeling was
unreal.  Stacie looked back at me, her eyes dark with desire.  They
swallowed me and in that instant I knew she felt it to.  We came together,
her rhythmic contractions drawing forth my climax, my prick bursting within
her unyielding ass.  She whimpered in uncontrollable delight as her hole
clenched around me, enhancing my overwhelming bliss.  My skin felt like it
was erupting with pleasure, slowly burning away leaving a magnificent
tingling sensation in its place.

   Stacie lay beneath me, panting as her orgasm burned out every so slowly.
I pulled out, her gaping hole leaking my opaque seed, and laid down beside
her.  Her face was beautiful, sensuous and sweet.  Her dark hair was
mussed, tendrils hanging down across her tan round face.  Her fingers
danced lazily across my face as she smiled at me, delicious satisfaction
reflected in her eyes.

   "Not bad," she said.  Her voice was sweet and soothing and implied she
was much more impressed than she let on.

   "We should try it again some time." I replied, still lost the dark sea
of her absorbing eyes.

   "Are you asking me out," she moved closer, her voice a little more
hushed, "because if you are I accept."

   I just smiled at her, enjoying the feel of her next to me.  It had been
an incredible birthday.