by Bridy McAvoy
It should be obvious which is black and which is white. Use the level of lighting that you wish but do not close the drapes.
“This sounds like fun.”
Slowly, behind the two women, the door, purposely left ajar, was pushed open and, for the first time, the two men could see exactly what the two women had planned. Actually, what Lizzie had planned and Carol and Susie had agreed to.
“Wow!”
Carol knew what the scene looked like. She had played out her own fantasy in a very similar way only a few weeks earlier. That time had been with her husband, this time it was with a relative stranger. This time there would be another couple of people present too, doing exactly the same thing.
The shudder began at the base of her spine and travelled all the delicious way up her spine to her shoulders, jiggling her white lace clad breasts against the window. Her long legs, as ever, accentuated by the high heels and white stockings could hardly move, there was little slack in the nylon cords that fastened each of her ankles to the bottom corners of the beds. Her arms were suspended over her head in handcuffs wrapped around the curtain pole. She knew the back strap of her otherwise strapless bra, the back of her garter-belt and the tiny rear triangle of her tie-on white knickers was the only covering she had from the viewpoint of John as he approached.
“So, what is it I’m supposed to do to you in this position?”
John sounded amused but, as he pressed his body against hers, she could feel his erection pressing into the crack of her backside.
“Anything you want.”
“Why the mention of the lights?”
“This window overlooks the city. It’s up to you how many people you expose us to, if they happen to look this way.”
“Hm… Interesting. What do you think, Steve?”
Steve had moved up behind an equally trussed Susie in front of the other window, the only difference being Susie’s matching black underwear.
“Not too much light. I don’t mind showing every inch of these delectable young ladies but I’m not sure I would want my face seen.”
Steve had reached round to caress Susie’s right breast as he spoke and Carol watched, fascinated, as Susie writhed against him.
“Good point. Let’s leave the lights low, shall we.”
John’s hand snaked round between Carol’s body and the glass. She leaned back against him to allow the access, and was rewarded as his finger and thumb pinched her nipple through the thin lace. Nothing could prevent the involuntary movement and her ass writhed against his penis in anticipation of what was to come.
* * * *
Lizzie gasped as she felt someone’s hand try to worm its way between her thighs, probing for her sex. Her back arched pushing her mound up to meet the hand as her legs parted slightly, allowing the access. Another man knelt at the end of the couch and, taking her arms, drew them out above her head and to either side of his body leaving her completely defenseless. The hands of the three men whose laps she was lying across didn’t need any invitation. Within a minute, she was gasping for breath as three hands caressed her thighs and groin whilst another gently massaged her flat stomach. The other two were cupping and kneading her ample breasts.
The soft moans from her were stifled as the fourth man bent down and smothered her mouth with his, his tongue thrusting roughly past her teeth to search out hers deep within her mouth. Her legs parted further and she was immediately rewarded as she felt a finger push against the outer folds of her labia. As the digit easily penetrated her lubricated slit, her whole body convulsed as a powerful orgasm wracked through her system.
With two upstairs, Joe involved with Rebecca and four with Lizzie, she, for a moment, wondered where the eighth man was. Another pair of hands encircled her ankles even as the thought crossed her mind, locating the missing guy for her.
“Spread her open, Hank. Let’s see the real prize.”
The hands at her ankles pushed her legs forward and open, tenting the knees and automatically splaying her pussy wide open. The finger that was now fucking in and out of her was joined by another and she realized with a start that it came from another hand, probably even from another man.
“Christ, she’s going like a train, boys.”
Lizzie’s hips were thrusting up from the lap beneath her to meet the fingers pummeling in and out of her. Her nipples were hard and she writhed as the hands manipulating her breasts caught at and tweaked them.
“If she’s going like a train it’s time she pulled one.”
Quickly the men rearranged her malleable body. Lizzie was now sitting upright on the lap of the guy in the center. One of the other men moved around in front of her. She knew exactly what was going to happen and, as they lifted her a few inches up off the lap to allow him to position his penis to impale her on the down-stroke, she grinned like a cat that had got the cream.
* * * *
Rebecca had been the first stripped down to her panties but wasn’t entirely naked, not yet. Joe still held her on his lap, his hand deep inside her knickers, his fingers buried in her pussy, his thumb brushing roughly over her clit as he continued to finger-fuck her unmercifully. His other hand was mauling at her breasts and he seemed content to allow the torture to continue indefinitely. This left Rebecca free to watch the action on the couch only a few feet away.
Watching the men maul the naked body of their hostess was having its effect on her as well, and she spread her legs even wider to allow Joe the maximum access possible to her treasures.
“You like watching them, don’t you?”
She hadn’t realized Joe had leaned forward over her shoulder and was watching the action as he whispered to her. Not quite trusting herself to speak as his versatile fingers continued to ply their trade, she licked her lips and nodded.
“I don’t think it’s fair that you still have some covering when your hostess has none.”
“I… suppose… not.”
The words came out in a breathy whisper.
“Be a good girl and stand up so I can strip you, too.”
She needed to use both arms to lever herself into a sitting position, and from there into a standing position facing away from Joe, standing on rubbery legs that threatened to betray her.
“Lose them!”
Delivered at a low volume there was no mistaking the command implicit in his voice. Rebecca’s hands flashed to her waist and stripped the panties down her legs. The soaked gusset caught on her soaking pussy for a moment and she trembled at the sensation this sent coursing through her.
“Turn around”
She did, her legs trembling as she finally faced the mayor naked. Her eyes widened as she realized he’d taken the opportunity to free his rigid dick from its confining clothes. He brought his hand up and made an obscene beckoning gesture, using only the middle finger. She shuddered again and obediently climbed onto his lap facing him, this time her knees dropping naturally to either side of his legs on the chair.
“You know what I want you to do, so go ahead.”
His eyes flashed amusement at her momentary confusion but there was only one thing he could want. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see Lizzie being manhandled into a sitting position, too, and knew that both of them were about to be impaled.
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John pressed his entire body tightly against Carol, pressing her in turn into the cold glass in front of her. She caught her breath and turned her head to one side in order to breathe. This brought the other couple at the second window into her line of sight. She was panting for breath, unable to breathe deeply enough with her breasts and chest pressed to the glass. The coldness of the glass seeped into every cell of her breasts, her nipples now painfully hard under the combined stimuli of desire and cold.
“How do you want this?”
His words percolated into her brain as if across cotton wool—she was so wrapped up in the physical sensation as well as her memories of that seemingly distant occasion with her husband.
/> “Up to you, but please hurry.”
“No problem, sweetie.”
She felt his hands move to her hips and knew the bows would be undone in a second. She felt, and was, utterly defenseless to prevent him removing her panties, her only token line of protection. That feeling of helplessness coursed through her and she could not prevent the soft moan that betrayed her feelings escaping her lips. Susie had also turned her head sideways to help her breathing and was watching John’s progress on her friend with rapt attention, even while Steve was coolly manipulating her breasts. Each found what was happening to the other mutually fascinating.
Suddenly the thin fabric ties at her flanks went slack and she knew John had undone the bows. The thin lace scrap didn’t fall away immediately, the pressure of John’s body sandwiching her against the glass ensured that. That final degree of modesty didn’t last long as he moved his penis away from where it had nestled in between the cheeks of her butt and pulled her away from the glass by her hips. Carol felt the tiny piece of lace flutter down between her legs as John rammed himself back into contact with her pushing her back into the glass.
His hands moved quickly, reaching between them for the catch at the back of the bra strap. Within the space of another second the bra strap was undone and John roughly dragged it down and off her breasts, somehow drawing it from between her breasts and the glass by sheer brute strength.
John held her pressed against the glass with one hand in the small of her back as he moved his body away. She knew that her breasts were obscene circles where they mashed into the transparent surface, knew also that anyone watching from the city could see her clearly with even a medium powered pair of binoculars. Below, the natural curve of her body concealed part of her vulva from prying eyes but there would be no doubt in the watcher’s eyes that she was naked.
Steve had completed stripping Susie nude in much the same way and at almost the same time. Carol now watched as he held the slowly writhing blonde against the window with one hand as he fumbled with his own clothes at the same time. Carol realized with a start that her own hips were churning in slow circles as she waited for John to complete the same process behind her.
* * * *
As Rebecca slowly maneuvered herself into the position Joe was demanding of her, she could feel her own juices trickling out onto her vertical thighs. Joe put his arms around behind her, settling his large hands onto the swell of her ass cheeks while staring into her eyes. She could see the amusement twinkling in his eyes as he watched the emotions warring behind hers.
Even being here was humiliating for her, let alone the fact she was about to lower her naked body onto the rigid prick of the mayor in front of all these other men. At the same time, the events of the afternoon and this evening had combined to produce an overwhelming excitement in her, a sexual heat she had never experienced before.
She flinched slightly as her descending labia touched the bulbous head of his rampant organ. She shivered in anticipation as she continued the slow teasing movement, slowly engulfing the head inside her wet pussy. A couple of seconds later she felt the ridge at the back of the head slide past her pussy lips and the lips contract around the shaft. The sensation on top of all of the others during the day was too much for her and she moaned as her body convulsed in an orgasm.
“Look at her go, Joe’s got her heated up all right.”
The comment from one of the men brought her back to earth rather quickly. She suddenly remembered she was doing this in front of a room full of other men, men who would also probably want the same experience from her. Her eyes flew open in shock at the realization only to see Joe still staring at her. She began to tense her muscles to lift herself free in her panic but Joe was ready for her. Somehow he’d sensed her rising doubts and his hands clamped hard onto her buttocks and literally dragged her down to impale herself fully on his hard cock.
“Oh…”
The sigh was forced out of her as she felt him filling her. Her panic subsided and he began to move her up and down on his prick by the simple expedient of lifting and lowering her ass. A minute later she had taken control of the movement herself, establishing a rhythm that suited both of them, all thoughts of flight having fled.
* * * *
A few yards away, Lizzie had fewer reservations about what was happening to her. She and Phil had been planning this weekend for months and it was her chance to directly sample an experience denied to her other than vicariously since her wedding day. As such, she intended to enjoy it to the full. The sudden low moan from the only other woman in the room as Joe brought her to orgasm, merely reinforced her own desire to experience the whole gamut of sexual liaisons on offer in the room.
There were three men sitting on the couch behind her as she slowly lowered herself into the lap of the middle one. One hand was perched for balance on the knee of each of the other men, and she hoped the guy in the middle was aiming his dick at the descending wet pussy above it, otherwise it might be painful for both of them.
There was less finesse in her movements than in Rebecca’s—Lizzie was in a hurry, and she wanted to get laid, badly.
She felt the touch of the man’s cock on her pussy lips and felt them parting to admit it. A moment later, she allowed her body to slip back down into his lap impaling herself in one easy motion on the hardness, allowing her pussy to engulf it.
The men watching were entranced by her beatific smile as she, too, began to establish a rhythm as the man began to lift her up and down on his smoothly sliding cock. As if that stimulation to her already over-heated body wasn’t enough, the two men on either side of her leaned in and began to play with her breasts. The final two men, not to be left out, also moved closer and began to caress and knead the soft flesh on her thighs. This was more than Lizzie could take and, as her body took her over the top into a powerful orgasm, her deep moan was louder than Rebecca’s had been.
The feel of four pairs of hands caressing her as a fifth pair was wrapped around her waist guiding her up and down on the impaling prick was beyond anything she had ever felt before. The moment that first orgasm subsided and she began to come down, she felt the next one beginning to build and, seconds later, crash through her system.
* * * *
Helplessly tied in place and with a male hand holding her pinned against the glass, Carol could only watch as the other man in the room began to ravish her helpless friend.
Having divested himself of his lower clothes, freeing his turgid cock, the man now concentrated on tormenting the willowy blonde tied to the window surround, just as Carol herself was. Steve lost no time in positioning the length of his dick between Susie’s churning buttocks and leaned forward, pressing Susie into the glass. His hands, now both free, began to plunder the soft resources of her body.
One dipped downward to caress the inside of Susie’s thigh and when she squealed and jumped Carol could only surmise he had pinched the vulnerable flesh. Certainly the portion of his hand visible to Carol wasn’t high enough to allow him to reach the blonde’s equally vulnerable vulva.
The other hand had wormed its way between the glass and the breast nearest Carol and she could see Susie continue to gasp as her delicate nub was pulled and pinched and teased into full hardness. A moment later, still absorbed in the spectacle to the side of her, Carol felt John’s hot rigid length stretch itself along her own ass crack and the pressure on her back eased as he thrust forward. Her hips smacked into the glass and his hands eased into the space above her waist, pulling her top half away from the glass.
The access this afforded to her own sensitive nipples was enough and his hands plundered them unmercifully, all the while his prick was rubbing up and down the crack between the cheeks of her ass. A panic-stricken thought passed through Carol’s mind—what if he wants anal? This was not something she’d ever considered a possibility but had no idea how to prevent it if that was what he wanted. That helplessness and fear, combined with the stimulation of his touch was enough, and sh
e exploded into her own orgasm a second before she heard the guttural moan that betrayed Susie’s.
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John allowed the convulsions racking her body to subside before he slowly allowed his body to sink down, enabling him to reposition his penis between her legs. She could feel the hot organ sawing back and forth along the tender lips of her pussy and felt a desperate need for him to put it inside her.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Put it in?”
“Put what in?”
He was teasing her and she knew it, but was unable to do anything other than ask him to do what she wanted.
“Please, stop teasing me, put it in…”
“Say what you want.”
“Damn it! Fuck me!”
This last came out much louder than the previously whispered conversation and Carol saw a startled Steve and equally surprised Susie look at her. Carol didn’t care, there was only one thing she wanted at that moment and that was John’s cock buried inside her.
“Please, for God’s sake, do it. Fuck me!”
“Well, as you ask so nicely…”
John breathed the words into her ear as he repositioned himself and then, as she felt it touch her pussy lips, he jerked himself upright, penetrating her in one easy thrust—she was so wet. Carol closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure at the sensation, opening her eyes again to watch as Steve achieved the same thing with the willow blonde a few feet away.
Although her hips were canted back to accept him, the rest of Carol’s body was squashed into the glass of the window. She knew from the previous filmed experience with her husband, her breasts made obscene flattened circles on the window. There was enough light in the room for her to know that anyone watching could see her clearly, although John was probably in shadow. The sheer wantonness of the thought of who knows how many eyes were watching as both she and Susie were forcibly fucked against the window was enough to send her over the edge once more.
