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 Author: Klipkloper
Title: Room 312
Keywords: MFF bond D/s exhib voy anal
I'm a female in my early 30's living in the Midwest.  I've posted one
story before which a number of you seemed to like, so I've been trying to
put together another one.  Although I'll warn you that it's not like my
last one.  Kind of fantasy/horror with a lot of sex added in.  Anyway, I've
been writing it a little bit at a time, but I have to stop and take the
time to tell you what I did this weekend (I swear I started on this the
night I got back from the convention but I didn't get any further than this

paragraph).

   I don't remember the exact dialog and even if I could, I'm sure it would
look awkward if it were written down word for word, so I'm only writing
down enough to keep the story going.  Also, please note that the names have
all been changed.

   It was Saturday night and I was at a Sci-Fi convention.  The dance floor
was packed and the majority of people were in some degree of goth costume.
I don't know about the "media" cons, but here in the Midwest Startreck garb
has been gone for years.  Vampire and/or goth is what's in now and those
who have the right bodies like to show it off (I've taken so long to write
this story that the vampire stuff is long gone and now it is Steam Punk) .

   I really don't have the right body but I finally got brave.  I wore
black BDU pants and black Reeboks (I have some boots but they still hurt my
feet) and a black tank top with no bra.  This was the first time that I
really let it all hang out.  Unfortunately I don't have much to let hang
out.  I'm awfully flat chested.  I really don't look like Olive Oil, but
that's how some people have described me.  The weather was a little cool
for a tank top and my nipples reacted accordingly.  Despite the clothes,
they left do doubt as to my gender.

   I had just gotten a beer and was walking in the hall (which was also
pretty crowded) when I saw a friend of mine.  It was Kelly.  We used to be
closer friends.  There used to be three of us who could all be described as
skinny, catholic, repressed, female, losers who still lived with their
parents.  Although Kelly was the "slowest" of us, she was also, by far, the
most attractive.  I finally moved out of my parents house three years ago
and have made some great strides on losing my loser image.  Kelly's parents
both died a little over a year ago and I lost contact with her around six
months ago.

   I thought I had gone through a radical change, but Kelly was a sight to
behold.  The blue jeans had been slit open just below each of the back
pockets which allowed a little of her ass to poke through.  Her black
t-shirt was cut off and her navel showed and I suspected she wasn't wearing
a bra.  But that's nothing to the fact that she was wearing a dog collar
and leash and was being lead around by a handsome man about decade or so
older than her.

   I called her name and went up to them.

   "Well, this is interesting.  You know normally when someone gets married
they put the ring on their finger, not around their neck.  Is this just for
the convention or is this a lifestyle change?"

   She didn't reply, but the man did, "It's a lifestyle change.  My name is
Don, were you a friend of Kelly's?" And he stuck out his hand.

   I'm not sure but I think maybe the past tense of his remark threw me off
a bit.  I shook his hand and said, "Yeah.  Um, my name's Stormy (like I
said I've changed the true names).  Kelly and I have been friends since
high school."

   "Oh!  Well Kelly has told us some about you, but you don't seem like the
same girl she described."

   "Well I've had a little lifestyle change of my own." And giving Kelly a
thorough look up and down.  "But not nearly as much as what this looks
like."

   We were standing near the wall, my back to it and Don and Kelly facing
me.  Don put his right arm around Kelly and pulled her closer.  Then his
hand slid up under her t-shirt and he started twisting and pulling on one
of her nipples.  Kelly closed her eyes and her lips parted with a silent
moan.  "I need to know, does this offend you?"

   As I was staring intently at Kelly's chest, I shook my head "no."

   "Does this interest you?"

   This time I nodded "yes."

   He removed his hand from inside her shirt.  "Tonight Kelly's putting on
a little show for a small gathering here in the hotel.  It's not open to
the general public, but I think it would be nice for one of Kelly's old
friends to be there.  Would you be interested?"

   Reality snapped back.  I looked around.  No one appeared to be paying
any attention to us.

   "Um, I don't know.  I'm not sure."

   He reached in his pocket and pulled something out.  "Here, take this" He
handed me a small allen wrench that had been painted yellow.  "This and
your name tag will get you into the show.  Seating starts at 10:45 the show
starts at 11:00, it's in room 312.  I hope you can make it.  If not, then
it's nice to have met you."

   We shook hands again and he led Kelly off.

   It was a little after 10:00.

   What to do?  What to do?  Should I go?  I needed to think.  I pitched my
beer.  What kind of "show" would this be?  I had a pretty good idea, at
least in general.  Would it be safe to be with these people?

   I decided I'd probably be okay.  I was here in a crowded hotel, there
were likely to be other outsiders at the "show", and my curiosity along
with my building self confidence gave me enough backbone to decide to go.

   I wandered around on the first floor for about another 20 minutes. 
Talked to some people, watched the monitors of what they were showing in
the video rooms, but I was highly distracted and couldn't concentrate on
anything.

   Around 10:30 I went up to the third floor.  There were some people in
costume in the halls.  There were some room parties.  But when I walked by
room 312 I couldn't tell that there was anything going on inside.  I walked
all the way around the third floor and this time walked more slowly past
the door.  Still I didn't see or hear anything.  I wondered if anybody else
who was wandering around up there were waiting for the same thing?

   I wandered around some more and then lurked near a corner to watch the
door.  Soon my watch read 10:45, but no one had gone in yet.  I didn't want
to be the first (or only one) there.

   Then two girls went up to the door.  Probably in their mid-twenties,
both brunets, the shorter one with darker hair.  They were wearing leather
jackets and bluejeans, nothing outlandish.  The taller one was carrying
what looked like an old-fashion doctors bag (I can't remember if that's the
right term).

   One of them knocked on the door and it quickly opened.  They laughed a
little and said something to someone inside as they held out what looked
like another little yellow allen wrench.  Then they went in and the door
closed behind them.

   This was it!  I took a deep breath and pushed off from the wall.  I
think I held my breath till I got to the door.  When I got to the door I
didn't hesitate and knocked firmly.  The door quickly open and a tall
bearded man looked at me questioningly.  The allen wrench!  I frantically
dug it out of my pocket and held it up.  He smiled and beckoned me in.

   The hotel suite was in two parts.  The front part had a kitchenette and
a living room area and the back part would have the bedroom and bathroom.
Neither of which I could see because the door was closed.

   Besides the bearded man there were the two brunets who were in the
kitchenette talking to an oriental girl.  No sign of Kelly or Don.  Then a
lady came out of the bedroom.  She had short blonde hair and looked to be
in her 40's.  She was wearing a green sarong and bikini top.  Although her
hips were kind of wide, she appeared to be in good shape and attractive.

   She walked over to me and extended her hand.  "Hi, I'm Sara, and
you're....?"

   "I'm Stormy, Kelly's friend," and I shook her hand.

   "Oh, my husband said you might be here."

   I must have looked puzzled.

   "Don, You met him downstairs."

   "Oh, okay." So she lets her husband lead a younger woman around on a
leash and play with her nipples.  More and more interesting.  I wondered if
she also "played" with Kelly.

   "Well it's getting close to showtime and I need to attend to a few more
things, so help yourself to any of the drinks or snacks and find yourself a
seat and maybe we can talk more later.  I'm glad you could come," and she
squeezed my shoulder and then went into the kitchenette, were she hugged
and kissed the two ladies who came in before me.

   The furniture had been rearranged so that the two couches were both
facing the wall that divided the suite.  The space between the couches
(maybe the word is love seat, whatever) was filled with some of those nicer
stackable chairs.  Most of the other furniture had been pushed aside toward
the window leaving the area in front of the center wall empty.

   Only it wasn't empty.  There was some sort of homemade looking
contraption in the open space.  It was made with two-by-fours and assorted
lumber.  It had padding in strategic areas held in place with black duct
tape.  I could see a number of large nuts and bolts and so I figured it was
designed to be taken apart and shipped in a less conspicuous form.  The
assortment of leather straps on it showed that it was for some type of B&D
play.

   I looked for a place to sit.  The nearest couch had the doctor's bag, I
had seen earlier, sitting on it, so I went to the couch closest to the
window and sat down at the far end of it.  The pushed aside furniture was
partly blocking the end of the couch, so I had to cross my left leg over my
right just to sit straight.

   There was a knock on the door and two more couples came in.  The men
were good looking.  40's, tall (not as tall as the bearded guy but maybe
six foot), dark-haired with mustaches (one guy's mustach was red) and
muscular builds.  The ladies were attractive as well, one was brunette and
the other a red-head.

   But the red-head wasn't just attractive, she was beautiful and I knew
her.  I used to work for the same company that she did.  I never spoke with
her much, but I remember thinking that she was the most attractive woman
that I had ever known.

   I sat back in my corner and watched her as she was greeted by the
hostess and she was greeted by the other guests.  She and her husband
walked over to the contraption.  They ran their hands over it and made some
comments.  He said something and she laughed and said, "I don't think so,"
and then she turned around and saw me.

   "I know you."

   "Hi."

   She came over and sat with me.

   "You work at the university don't you?"

   "Not anymore, I quit and now I'm working at the post office."

   We introduced ourselves.  Her name is Rita and her husband is George. 
They asked who else I knew here.  I told them I knew Kelly.  Rita looked
puzzled for a moment then said, "Oh, the girl who's putting on the show."

   Then she asked, "Have you been to these events before?"

   "Until tonight I didn't know Kelly did anything like this.  This is ALL
new to me."

   "I only know of one other show that Kelly did, but I was wondering, the
audience tends to get a little umm..  playful while the show is going on,
so do you mind if we sit next to you?" While she's saying this her right
hand is rubbing up and down George's leg, who was still standing next to
her.

   I'm staring at her beautiful face and said, "That would be wonderful." I
was suddenly blushing and I corrected myself.  "That's okay, no problem."

   Rita smiled really big and scooted over closer to me, giving George room
to sit on the other side of her.  She put her hand on my leg and thanked
me. She left her hand on my leg.

   Another couple and an attractive older lady with silver hair came in
through a door that led to the next suite, which was apparently a mirror
image of this one.  I think I could smell a little cannabis when they
walked in.  People said their hellos and it wasn't until, maybe, 11:15
before everyone got settled in.

   Sara came in and everyone got quiet.  "Thank you for coming to see our
little show.  It is going to be a bit wilder than what you normally see us
do at the club, but I guess you all know that.  So, since I think you all
know who the "actors" are, let's bring in the star of our show.  And with
that Don came into the room leading Kelly with a leash.

   Don appeared to be dressed only in a robe.  Kelly was wearing quite a
bit more, but it covered quite a bit less.  A loose leather collar; leather
ankle cuffs; some sort of upper body harness and cuffs and straps that kept
her arms bound in back of her.  Each wrist was bound to the opposite elbow,
which forced her to thrust out her chest.

   The room became hushed as Don and Sara helped Kelly up onto the
apparatus and strapped her in.  I'm not sure how best to describe this. 
Her upper body was suspended horizontally face down.  Her tits hung down
elongated by gravity, making them look larger.  I remember wondering what
those tits would feel like if I were to fondle them.  Her lower body was
sort of in a sitting position, but not really.  There was a pad under each
of her thighs, which were also strapped down to those same pads.  Her rear
jutted out past the padding several inches, which left her ass and genitals
very exposed.

   Sara came around to Kelly's head and gently took a handful of her hair
and pulled up her head so that she was looking her in the eyes.

   "Are you ready Baby?"

   "Yes mama"

   "This is going to hurt, perhaps a lot.  Do you understand that?"

   "Yes mama"

   "Why would you agree to let us hurt you this way?"

   "Because I love you."

   Sara got a big smile on her face and then leaned forward and gave Kelly
a long deep kiss.  And then, in almost a whisper.  "I love you too." With
that, Sara put what I think is called a "bit" gag in Kelly's mouth.  She
held it in place with another harness that fit around her head and was
attached to the rest in such a way that it held her head up.

   Sara proceeded to locate a box of latex gloves and put one on her left
hand.  She opened what I assume to have been a tube of some sort of
lubricant and put a generous dollop on the fingers of her gloved hand. 
Then she walked around to Kelly's rear and although the view from where I
was sitting didn't let me see all the details, it was pretty clear that she
started to work at least a couple of fingers into Kelly's asshole.  Kelly's
loud moans let us all know that this was having quite an effect on her.  I
could see that drool was leaking around the gag and dripping down her chin.
Restrained like she was, Kelly couldn't move much.  About the only things
she could move were her feet.  We could see her repeatedly curling her toes
and waving her feet at the ankles.

   Sara continued to do this for several minutes while Don was rubbing
Kelly's arms and back and was giving her small kisses on the side of her
face.

   Once Sara decided that Kelly was properly lubed, she turned to Don,
"let's get you ready, now."

   When Don slipped off his robe, he looked around for a place to hang or
set it.  I guess he didn't like the options so he opened the bedroom door
again and tossed it in there.  When he turned around he gave us a "body
builder" pose, which got some laughs.  He had a good looking body.  Maybe
going a little soft in his middle age, but still muscular and well
proportioned.  Seems like popular culture doesn't like body hair on men
anymore, but he had plenty of that and I thought he looked very masculine.
Anyway, Sara put an arm around his shoulders and they gave each other a
quick kiss on the lips.  She had added an additional glob of lube to her
gloved palm and asked Don, "You ready now?" "Oh, yeah."

   With that she wrapped her gloved hand around his cock and thoroughly
spread the lube all along it's shaft and tip.  He had already been
partially hard, but now it came to full life.  It looked big to me, I'd
guess it was at least eight inches long.  Sara stripped off the glove and
threw it away while Don positioned himself in back of Kelly.  The
contraption Kelly was strapped to conveniently had her ass at the same
level as Don's raging hard on.  Sara then grabbed the two orbs of Kelly's
butt and spread them wide, at which point Don started to push his cock into
her ass.

   For about a minute Don pressed the tip of his cock into Kelly's ass
until the head slipped into her.  Kelly was making a variety of sounds
while this was going on.  Throaty grunts and groans partially muffled by
her gag.  You could tell when the head of Don's cock slipped into her by
the squeal she made.  Sara told Kelly something to the effect of, "Don's
going to pull back out now and I want you to try and relax your ass as much
as you can."

   Don pulled out and massaged her ass while Sara spoke words of
encouragement to her.  After maybe 30 seconds Don started to push himself
back in.  Apparently he was able to get in much more easily and Kelly just
moaned like she had been while Sara had worked on her ass earlier.  Don
repeatedly slowly pushed his cock into Kelly's ass then eased back some
before pushing back in deeper.  When he seemed satisfied with his progress
he started pumping in and out of Kelly with long slow steady strokes at a
pace that he maintained for most of the rest of the "show".

   Sara then started to fondle Kelly's tits while kissing her face and
whispering who knows what in her ear.  This went on for maybe a couple
minutes before I felt Rita's hand start to move on my leg.  Her fingers
were gently moving, barely squeezing my leg though the material of my
jeans. I looked over at her and she had her eyes fixed on the sight in
front of her, her mouth slightly open and her other hand on George's leg
and rubbing it a bit more vigorously.

   I was becoming increasingly aroused.  My arousal was overcoming my usual
restraint.  I wanted to spread my legs.  I wanted to give Rita more access
to see what she might do.  The furniture on my left and Rita's legs on the
right prevented me from just spreading my legs.

   When I placed my hand on Rita's, she suddenly looked at me.  I pressed
her hand down on my leg and smiled at her.  Her eyes already had that
glassy eyed look of arousal when she smiled back at me.  I then lifted my
right leg, with her hand still pressed to my thigh, and crossed my right
ankle on my left knee.  That allowed me to spread my legs somewhat and I
now had my right knee resting against the top of her left leg.  I leaned
back in my seat and continued to smile a knowing smile at Rita.  Her simile
became a grin and she moved her hand to the inside of my thigh, nearer my
crotch and gave me a squeeze.  She continued to rub my leg as we both
turned our eyes back to Kelly.

   Sara had produced a couple of nipple clamps (clothespins painted black?)
from somewhere.  With one hand she held Kelly's right tit and with her left
hand she opened the clamp and latched it on to Kelly's nipple.  Sara
ignored Kelly's sudden squeal and repeated the process on the other breast,
which produced a second squeal.  The clamps were attached to each other
with a short chain.

   Don was continuing to pump his cock in and out of Kelly's asshole at a
slow even pace.  Sara stood up and came around to look at Kelly in the
face. By now there was a steady drip of drool, snot and the very beginnings
of tears down Kelly's face.  "You know what's coming next don't you?" She
said smiling into Kelly's face.

   Her only response was a whimper.

   Sara then brought out a vibrator.  Nothing outlandish as far as
vibrators go.  Cream colored plastic job, maybe eight inches long.  She
knelt underneath Kelly and with her left hand she spread Kelly's sex open.
With her right hand she turned on the vibrator and placed the tip against
Kelly's clit.  The effect was immediate.  Kelly's eyes bugged out her toes
curled and she started taking these short loud breaths.

   For me, having a vibrator directly against my clit can quickly become
too intense.  Kelly had no control of this.  She couldn't "ease up" when it
got to be too much.  Sara had the tip in direct contact with Kelly's, now
very sensitive, clit and she wasn't going to give her any respite.  In
addition, the intense sensation was causing Kelly's sphincter muscles to
spasm and try to contract, but they couldn't because they were already
painfully stretched around George's cock.  So in addition to the abuse of
her clit, that probably bordered on pain, she was experiencing real pain as
her asshole tried to tear itself apart wrapped around Don's cock.

   Then the orgasms started.  Kelly gave a short scream and her eyes rolled
back in her head.  I'm sure she was having multiple orgasms.  Shortly after
Sara started using the vibrator on her, Kelly's feet started frantically
waving up and down as if she could somehow run away.  Now, every few
seconds, her feet would jerk in tandem as another wave went through her.  I
don't know how long this went on.  No more than another three or four
minutes.  Kelly's eyes had become clenched tight and her breath sounded
more like some sort of dog's bark than breathing.  She might have been
crying tears but you really couldn't tell, because it appeared that every
inch of her was dripping sweat.  The whole time Don had been trying to
maintain a steady rhythm pumping his cock in and out of Kelly's poor abused
ass, and at the same time he was reciting a few dozen versions of, "Oh Yeah
Baby That Feels Good." Now he said to Sara, "I don't think I can hold out
much longer, are we ready?"

   Sara switched to her left hand to hold the vibrator in place and then
looked up at Don.  They seemed to exchange some sort of invisible signal
and Sara nodded.  With her right hand she reached out and yanked both
nipple clamps off simultaneously.

   Gag or no gag, Kelly screamed.  Her eyes flew open and her body went
ridged.  Don cried out, "Oh Yeah!  Oh Yeah!" and proceeded to shoot his
load up Kelly's bowels.

   Don kept pumping for a little bit longer.  Each stroke a little bit
slower than the last, using Kelly's abused asshole to milk more of his
semen.  When he finally pulled out Kelly let out a loud gooey fart that
caused some of us to laugh a little.  Don, Sara and the two gals, that I
had first seen go into the room, proceeded to undo all of Kelly's various
restraints.  They knew what they were doing and had her unhooked and
standing in just a couple minutes.  While Don steadied her, Sara removed
Kelly's gag while the two gals unbound her hands from behind her back.  Don
and one of the brunettes started leading Kelly back into the bedroom while
rubbing her arms and shoulders.  The other brunet retrieved her doctor's
bag and followed.

   Sara turned to the rest of us and said,"Thank you for coming to our
show. Don and I are going to have a bit more fun with Kelly now, so we're
going to let you all entertain yourselves for awhile.  Please feel free to
help your selves to the refreshments.  There is a dance floor in the next
room, but please no drinks on the dance floor.  We don't want any spills.
Goodnight everyone.  And with that she went into the bedroom and shut the
door behind her.



   George, Rita and I were all standing at this point and Rita nodded to
the open door and said, "Come on, lets go get a drink".  With one of her
hands resting at the small of my back she steered me to the adjoining
suite, with George following.

   There were some wine coolers on ice and Rita and I both grab ourselves
one.  George merely grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with tap water.

   Briefly Rita and I engaged in idle chit chat.  I probably sounded like
an airhead or a dork.  I don't know.  I was still dazed by what I had seen
and my ability to make small talk was on autopilot.

   Then she asked me what I thought of the show and my thoughts came back
into focus.  I told her that I thought it was so hot, that I had never seen
or even imagined something like that.

   "Did it turn you on?"

   "Oh god yes.  I'm like in desperate need of a cold shower and I'm not
sure even that would work."

   "I've got a better idea."

   She set her drink down and beckoned me.  "Come and dance with me."

   I set my drink down next to her's and it was like I was magnetized.  I
followed her out on the floor as if she had control of my legs.

   There was sex going on in the room.  At least one blow job and some
other serious foreplay.  But I only saw that with my peripheral vision. 
Rita drew me in close to her and started to sway to the music.  I tried to
move with her, but I was feeling a little uncoordinated and I think she
sensed it.

   Rita leaned in close to me and spoke softly in my ear, "Why don't we
just slow dance".

   She put her hands on my hips and, still swaying to the music, moved up
against me.  As we moved, our breasts kept momentarily brushing against one
another and my nipples grew incredibly stiff.

   "I think my nipples have become hardons".

   Rita responded by rubbing the back of her fingers up over my abdomen and
then the underside of one of my breasts and as she pulled her hand back a
couple of her fingers brushed my nipple.

   "There must be a chill in here".

   I responded with a moan and managed to squeak out, "No, I don't think
so".

   Rita leaned in close.  Our breasts were pressed together and her lips
came close to mine.  I closed my eyes and was expecting her to kiss me. 
Instead, she whispered, "I don't kiss on the first date, but let me show
you something that I do".

   Her hands moved up along my sides, pushing my tank top up.  When she
reached my breasts, her hands went under my tank top and she cupped one of
my breasts in each hand.  Her thumbs gently rubbed my nipples.

   I moaned and my knees became weak.  I had to grab Rita's shoulders just
to keep from tipping over.

   "Here lean back against George".  I felt George come up behind me.  His
chest pressed against my back and his hands gently held my hips, steadying
me.

   I leaned back against George and closed my eyes.  With that
encouragement, Rita raised my tank top and popped out my tits for the whole
room to see.

   "Just relax", she said as she again held my tits in her hands and began
to message them.

   I watched her beautiful face as she stared at my tits with a hungry look
in her eyes.  Her eyes looked up at mine and she smiled.  With her eyes
still locked on mine she lowered her head to my right breast and began to
suck on my nipple.

   Between the erotic sight of her sucking my nipple and the incredible
sensations I was feeling, my knees almost buckled.  If it wasn't for George
holding me up, I'd have melted into a puddle.  I couldn't focus my eyes and
I leaned my head back against George.

   She massaged my breasts with both of her hands and continued to suck on
my nipples, Switching from one to another and then back again.

   Then at some point it was George's hands holding and squeezing my
breasts while Rita continued to suck on my nipples.  Rita's hands were now
busy unfastening my belt and undoing my pants.

   She didn't get any protest from me.  By then I probably looked like I
was trying to hump the air.  First the belt, then my fly, one button at a
time (no zipper on those pants, only buttons).  My pants then slowly sank
to around my ankles.

   Rita's hand then cupped my pussy mound in her hand, rubbing me through
my (now quite wet) panties.  I humped back against her hand quite
enthusiastically, while babbling various verbal encouragements.

   Pretty soon her fingers found their way into my panties and she began to
finger fuck me right there on the dance floor.

   So just think of this.  Here is this (at one time) shy skinny Catholic
girl in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by strangers.  I had my
shirt pushed up under my arm pits, my pants and panties down around my
knees and a beautiful woman sucking on my tits while vigorously fingering
my pussy.

   I came harder than I ever had before.  Thank you George for holding me
up so that I didn't bounce off of the floor.

   When I recovered enough to stand on my own, Rita was unbuttoning her
blouse.  Underneath she was wearing an open cup bra, one of those that
supports but doesn't cover the breasts.  She suggested that we trade
positions.

   As she was getting comfortable leaning back against George, I quickly
rearranged my clothing.  I pulled my tanktop back down, but since I was
fully expecting to get fucked in the near future I decided to completely
remove my pants and panties.  Fortunately the BDUs had enough room in them
that I could slip them off over my shoes without too much trouble.

   Placing my clothes on the back of a chair, I then approached George and
Rita.  Rita beckoned me to come closer and then while gently holding my
head, she guided my lips to one of her nipples.  I didn't need any
encouragement.  She was soon moaning as I held and squeezed her breasts
while sucking on her nipples.  I tried to mimic what she had been doing to
me, sucking on one nipple while caressing the other with my thumb and then
switching back and forth between the two.

   One of the things I now truly love to do is suck on a woman's nipples
while watching the expression on her face.  I love giving them so much
pleasure while being able to watch effect it is having on them.

   But Rita was far too aroused to let this go on too long.  She grabbed my
hand while lifting up her skirt and pressed my hand against her pussy.

   She was wearing thigh highs and no panties and she was very wet.  I felt
her up and explored her wet lips.  My efforts were probably clumsy and
thankfully I have short fingernails, but I gave my best effort to finger
fuck her like she had done me.  Not surprisingly, with all that had
happened so far, Rita was not far from and orgasm.  She threw her head back
and her mouth opened wide.  I would have thought she was was about to
scream or howl at the moon, but I could hardly hear a sound out of her as
she had a long and intense orgasm of her own.

   I kept my fingers working in her pussy for maybe another minute as she
was cumming.  Then she pushed my hand away and covered her pussy and slowly
humped her own hands.

   She turned her head towards George,"I need to be FUCKED".

   "Now?", he teased her.

   "NOW!", she responded through clenched teeth.

   George responded by suddenly sweeping her off her feet and carrying her
into the bedroom.

   I grabbed my pants and followed them.  Amazingly none of the other
guests had taken advantage of the large bed in this bedroom.  The bed had
been stripped down to just the fitted sheet in in anticipation of the
guests needs.  Rita quickly got her hands and knees on the edge of the bed
with her skirt bunched up around her waist, looking back impatiently back
at George while he was pulling his shoes off and trying to get undressed.

   As much as I really wanted to jump into the bed with them, I suddenly
felt an urgent need to pee.  Miracle of miracles, there wasn't anyone in
the bathroom, so that part of the evening was uneventful.

   When I came back out, George had stripped naked and apparently Rita
decided to shed all her clothing as well while I was out.  George was
standing in back of Rita and and had just pushed his cock into her as I
walked up.

   I walked up around to the other side of the bed and watched as George's
thighs began slapping Rita's ass with a steady beat.  Each thrust caused
those beautiful tits to jiggle and sway.  The thought of sucking on them
made my mouth water, so I lay down on my back and slid under Rita.

   There was some tangling and rearranging of limbs as I managed to snag
one of her nipples in my mouth.  Rita in turn started sucking on one of
mine.  This mutual sucking didn't last too long though.  Rita really was in
need of a good fucking.  Every two or three minutes her body would shudder
with another orgasm.  During the first orgasm, her arms lost their ability
of hold herself up and her upper body collapsed down on top of me, my tit
falling out of her mouth at that point.

   Fortunately I was able to breath through my nose because one of her tits
was practically jammed in my mouth.  Not that I minded.  I held her body
while her head was pillowed on my chest.  I could feel each of George's
thrusts and it thrilled me to know that George and I were giving her so
much pleasure.

   At some point I reached down with one hand and started to masturbate.  I
was getting close but could quite concentrate while everything else was
going on.  Then George came.  His thrusts started to get harder and faster
and then with three hard strokes he emptied himself into Rita.

   When George pulled out of her, Rita collapsed sideways so that she ended
up laying next to me.  Freed of other distractions, I started using both of
my hands to masturbate.  My eyes were clenched shut and I was getting
closer and closer.

   Rita managed to rise up a bit and she leaded in close to my ear and
whispered, "Cum for me.  I want you to think about licking my pussy and cum
for me".  With that I came with the second most powerful orgasm of my life.


   I then noticed that we had gained a small audience, but I hardly cared.
Rita and I lay next to each other holding hands while George went to use
the bathroom.  When George returned Rita declared that she had to go, and I
decided to stand up my self.

   George began getting dressed and as I also started to as well, two other
couples climbed on to the now vacant bed to finish what they had started
back in the other room.

   George got dressed, I got dressed, Rita got dressed.  We hugged (but we
didn't kiss).  Phone numbers were exchanged and we made plans to at least
talk to each other about that evening and the people they partied with. 
And then we parted ways for the night.

   So now it's like after 1am and the party is still going strong
downstairs, but I'm too tired to dance so I head for my room. 
Unfortunately my room is in another hotel and the outdoor temperature has
dropped so that it's now damn near freezing for a skinny girl in a tank
top. I'm trying to run and curl up into a ball at the same time.  I took a
shortcut, which forced me to cross a drainage ditch that I didn't know was
there, so I got one of my feet wet.

   When I get to my room, the girl I was sharing it with had not gotten
back yet, so I poured a hot bath to thaw myself out.

   When I finally stopped shivering I was able to relax and reflect on what
had gone on that night.  Pretty soon I was masturbating in the tub and
quickly got off.  Now I was REALLY tired and even though I hated to leave
the warm water, I was concerned I might fall asleep and drown.

   My roommate didn't come back until sometime after I fell asleep and she
woke up even later than I did, so I don't think she noticed me humping a
pillow all night.

   After checking out of my hotel the next day I went back over to the main
hotel and convention center and wandered around.  I didn't see anyone that
had been in room 312 the night before.  I even walked around some on the
third floor, but I didn't have the nerve to knock on the door.

   I stayed at the convention until all the beer was gone and still not
seeing anyone from the night before, I drove home.

   So now I have some questions to ask of myself.  Do I want to expand my
sexual horizons?  Do I want to try and meet with some of these couples and
form a threesome?  I'm no virgin but my experience is somewhat limited. 
I've only had sex with three men so far.  Of the three only my current
boyfriend would I count as a "lover", and he's married so our relation has
sort of a limited future.

   I'm also attracted to women.  I've only had sex with one other woman,
but that relationship is still ongoing.  The major problem with it is that
she lives clear across the state and so we only get together about five
times a year.

   So I guess by getting together with a couple, I'm not really crossing
any new lines, and from an emotional perspective, this might even be safer
than any additional one-on-one relationships.

   But do I want to go as far as Kelly?

   I admit that since that night I've had fantasies about it being me up
there instead of her, but I'm pretty certain it will remain just a fantasy
that I will only replay late at night when I'm in bed alone.

   The major reason is that I couldn't get into the submissive routine.  I
suppose I could do some role playing, but I don't know.  The idea of "Me"
being that submissive just doesn't hold any appeal for me.  Since moving
out and living on my own, I've loved the feeling of having some control
over my own life too much to want to give any of it up.

   And the other reason I'm not planning to try out that fantasy is that I
don't think I'd like anal sex.  The look on Kelly's face might have shown
that she was experiencing overwhelming pleasure, but I suspect she was
experiencing equal, if not greater, pain.  Why would any women want to take
it up the ass?  I suspect they do it to please their partner.  It's a sign
of love to be willing to endure that for your lover.  I think gay guys
probably get more out of it because of the location of the prostate (or
something like that) but for women I think it would just be another pain in
the ass.

   Okay, another update.  It has taken me 15 years to finish writing this.
Pathetic, I know.  But in my defense, I've been distracted by life in
general.  Life has mostly been good and I have had other fun adventures,
although none have been quite so crazy as this one.  And Rita and I are
friends on Facebook, but we never did kiss.