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Private Party
by Wyspr26 (wyspr26@hotmail.com)
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A private party with some surprising and interesting events. (Fb,
extreme-ped, nc, voy, orgy, preg)
***
For Silje
A couple years ago, a friend of mine took me to a party. She knew
I was a sexual deviant. She and I had been lovers for a long time.
I loved the taste of her pussy and I loved how she ate mine. We'd
gone to several swing parties together and been fucked by both men
and women, and the occasional dog. She loved K9 sex. I liked it
too, but didn't prefer it.
Anyway, this party was one that would change my life. We were
vacationing in Europe and were at this mansion that looked out of
the Victorian era. Large rooms, elegant décor, lots of loud music
and alcohol, not to mention the crowd. She took me by the hand and
dragged me through the crowd to a staircase leading down into the
lower levels.
The first level was loud, smoky, and housed a massive orgy.
Everywhere, people were moaning and fucking, crying out with
orgasm, engaging in various fetishes. A woman was being fisted and
was begging for more. I watched a man swallow piss from the woman
peeing on him. My friend took me to another staircase that led
deeper. On this level, I witnessed a lot of bondage and
domination, people acting more deviant than I would ever dream.
Still, she led me to another staircase. This one was a stone
staircase, as if leading down into a dungeon. What I saw was like
nothing I'd ever dreamed. She handed me a black hooded cloak and
told me to put it on. "Don't say a word," she instructed.
I heard women moaning and the sound of... crying? Was someone
crying? The hallway opened into a massive chamber. At the center
were arranged three tables, pointing towards each other in a 3-way
star formation.
On each table was a boy, no older than 10 and no younger than 6,
being fucked by a woman clad in a black hooded cloak like mine. I
was horrified and yet mesmerized at what I saw. I watched as we
got closer. Each time a woman orgasmed and got off, another woman
would get on and fuck herself on the helpless boy. The boys were
naked and strapped down by their feet and hands, their hands tied
above their heads. Each one wore a blindfold.
My friend and I joined a line of women taking their turn on the
boys. Every so often, one of the boys would be unstrapped and
escorted out and replaced by another. Even more strange, these
boys had raging hard-ons, as if they'd been given something like
Viagra. None of them got a break. They got fucked 'til they passed
out and were then replaced.
I thought about leaving but I couldn't. Women were lining up
behind us. Soon enough, my friend took her turn. She got up on the
table and dropped herself on the boy. I'd never seen her let
herself go like that. She fucked this boy as if her life depended
on it. She was an animal. All too soon, it was my turn.
I was escorted to a table. The boy couldn't have been older than 8
or 9. His engorged cock loomed in front of me. I got up on the
table, straddling the boy. I'd taken my pants of before I got on.
I looked down at his cock. It was red and raw. He winced as I
touched it. I rubbed his cock on my pussy lips, arousing myself. I
pointed his cock at my cunt hole and settled down on him.
This got him to moan. I looked at his face. The blindfold was
damp. He was crying. Was it from fear, pain, or both? I began
fucking him, gently at first, then more roughly as I got used to
the feeling. He whimpered as I fucked him. I got so turned on that
I didn't care. I pulled my shirt up over my breasts and pulled at
my nipples. I glanced over at my friend. She was fucking her boy
hard, grinding into his crotch.
She was teasing the boy's mouth with her pierced nipples. I'd been
there when she'd gotten them pierced, and I'd sucked on them and
bitten them. She was now feeding one into her boy's mouth. I
leaned down on my boy and put a nipple to his lips. He opened his
mouth and started sucking on me. This turned me on, pushing me
further to orgasm. I pounded him harder.
He moaned louder. Before I knew it, I was orgasming, feeling the
waves crash over me, setting fire to every nerve ending. I kept
riding him, feeling another and another orgasm wash over me. Then
it happened, the moment that changed my life. The boy cried out
and I could feel his cock swell in me and then a warm wet feeling.
His cock twitched in me, shooting his seed, splashing my open
cervix. Feeling him cum made me orgasm again. Oh, it felt so good.
I kept fucking him 'til he came again and I climaxed. Getting off
of him, my legs could barely hold me up. I picked up my pants and
shoes and was escorted out of the chamber. I glanced back and saw
that I'd been replaced by another woman, already on her way to her
first orgasm.
I met my friend in the room outside the chamber. She looked
flushed, yet satisfied. She grabbed my hand and led me back to the
end of the line and we took another turn. We went through two more
times, fucking and orgasming. I watched as one boy got fucked so
much that his cock bled. He was crying out in pain, the woman
fucking him crying out in orgasm.
I watched as she got off and saw bloody sores on his over-fucked
cock. He was unstrapped and escorted out, replaced by another
young boy. I had the pleasure of fucking the new boy first. He
didn't last long. I fucked him and got him to cum in me three
times before climaxing. I got off and was again escorted out.
It was dawn when we finally left the party. My friend was gushing
over how much fun she'd had, while I stayed quiet. We got back to
our hotel room and showered together, kissing and making love to
each other. We continued our love-making in bed. I ate her,
tasting the cum that was in her.
She begged for my fingers and I obliged. She begged for more. I
ended up with her pussy lips around my wrist and her cunt muscles
squeezing my hand. She screamed and passed out. Slowly, I pulled
my hand out of her cunt with a wet 'pop'. I lie down next to her
and fell asleep.
**
Two weeks later, I missed period. I waited one more week then took
a test. Yep, I was pregnant. I knew when and how. There wasn't a
question in my mind. I didn't care. It felt good to be pregnant,
felt naughty.
My friend and I have since moved in together and made things
unofficially official. I gave birth to a girl. We're making plans
to go back to Europe, to that party. I want to get pregnant again,
so does she.
It'll be interesting to see what happens.