by Bridy McAvoy
It was only going to be a matter of time before one of them decided to claim that as his prize and, although she was enjoying what she was doing to Vicki, her own earlier orgasm left her with the desperate need to be filled.
With Vicki writhing on her impaling tongue there were still no takers so she started to trace circles in the air with her ass, moving and swaying, clearly indicating to the watching men she was ready.
Finally, after what seemed an age, someone took action. Susie heard someone climb onto the stage behind her and immediately drop to his knees right behind her. She stopped her movements which clearly didn’t suit his intentions.
Crack!
A slap on her naked ass made her jump, hard enough to redden her skin and sting, but not enough to bruise.
“Who said you could stop moving, slut!”
The voice wasn’t familiar to her and held a timbre to it that showed a man obviously used to giving orders.
Crack!
Another slap hit her on the opposite cheek, hard enough to make her jump even more. She began the circling motion again, not entirely out of fear, more out of the anticipation of being given what she wanted, a long hard cock. Glancing to the side, she could just catch his reflection in the thin sliver of chrome that edged the side of the stage. Not enough to see his features, but enough to see his general outline. She didn’t even need that to recognize him, his skin color was enough. The only colored man in the room was Robert, the man who had tormented Rebecca those months before whilst his boss had been equally hard on Carol. Despite herself she shuddered, realizing that she was about to be speared by a black cock in front of several other men. She couldn’t prevent the moan that rose to her throat, finally muffling it as she buried her face between Vicki’s outspread legs.
Vicki tented her knees, lifting them clear of the wooden floor of the stage, rotating her pelvis and raising her slit toward Susie’s hungry mouth. Susie could feel the younger woman getting closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. She continued to spear her tongue in and out of the pussy presented to her, alternating the movement with short spells of rubbing her nose into folds of skin surrounding the tiny hard nub that was Vicki’s clit. Her attention, however, was focused on what was happening behind her as she felt Robert brush his fingers across her own gaping slit.
Her cries of pleasure were muffled by Vicki’s groin as the merest featherlike touch brought her closer and closer to her own ecstasy. She could tell Robert had no intention of being gentle with her, as any slackening of her own movements brought an immediate and painful rebuke. Several times she attempted to slow down her movements to provide him with easier access to her slit, but each time one hand or the other would land with a resounding slap on her upturned and unprotected ass.
Finally she could take no more and lifted her face from Vicki’s body.
“Please …”
“Please what, slut?”
“Please fuck me… sir!”
His actions reinforced his obvious desire to be in control. Another couple of swats landed on her stinging backside one after the other as Vicki grabbed hold of her head and pulled her back into contact with the gaping chasm in front of her. She was rewarded by the feel of the end of a fairly large cock pushing against her own churning wet entrance.
There was absolutely no resistance as her labia parted, allowing him to slide further and then further inside her. She gasped at the ease of his entry, and again as he continued to slide effortlessly into her. She thought he wasn’t going to stop, visions of an endless rod sliding into her filling her mind at the sensation but, finally, he stopped, buried to his full extent inside her grasping vagina. The walls of her pussy were pulsing with her excitement and she heard him gasp in turn at the sensation, then she thrust her backside hard against him, dragging him that last quarter of an inch into her. Meanwhile, her tongue continued its dutiful work on Vicki who seemed oblivious to what was happening to the woman making love to her. Suddenly, the legs on either side of Susie’s head stiffened and locked around her, muffling all sound as Vicki screamed out her passion for the whole room to hear.
Robert wisely held still whilst Vicki thrashed out her passion only a few feet in front of him. He could hear and feel Susie gurgling and gasping for air as her mouth and face were drenched in the younger woman’s juices. Finally, Susie lifted her face from the other woman’s crotch and gasped for air. Robert immediately started pumping his dark meat in and out of her, giving her no real recovery time. Susie slowly regained control of her breathing and lifted her torso up onto her hands.
Immediately, several pairs of hands appeared and dragged the supine body from under her, merely moving her to another part of the stage. Susie watched in rapt attention as they flipped Vicki over, pulling her to her hands and knees, the same position as she was in herself. Two of them dropped into position, one of them between Vicki’s spread legs and the other beside her head, and both began to thrust erect cocks vigorously into her. She realized she had other issues to deal with than Vicki’s predicament as her view was blocked by the torso of a man dropping in front of her. Two seconds later, she opened a mouth to receive another long cock as Robert continued to piston in and out of her pussy.
Chapter 51
Fleetingly, Carol wondered if the baize of the pool table would ever be the same, as the amount of liquid gushing from her loins exceeded any previous orgasm she’d experienced. Rebecca was gasping for air, her face painted shiny and dripping from the fluids, her body rocking back and forth as Peter pounded into her from behind.
“You… trying… to… drown… me…, sweetie?”
Rebecca’s question was punctuated by her panting as her hips thrust forward and backward in unison with the strokes of the shaft penetrating her.
Carol couldn’t answer, merely shaking her head as she tried to control her own breathing. Before she had fully recovered her breathing, hands grabbed her from both sides of the pool table. Her hands were pulled up over her head and a man leaned down to kiss her waiting mouth as he climbed onto the flat surface with her. Other hands grabbed at and captured her breasts. She tried to count but gave up at five unable to maintain any semblance of control. The man kissing her thrust his tongue deep into her mouth just as two of the hands used fore-fingers and thumbs to savagely twist her extended nipples.
She screamed but the sound was muffled by the man’s mouth engulfing hers. Desperately she tried to breathe through her nose, hindered as it was by the man’s face squashing down on her from the side. She felt Rebecca lever herself partially upright—well, at least away from Carol’s sopping pussy, unable to raise herself higher because of the thrusts into her from Carol’s husband. The man kissing her broke the contact and Carol gulped in a lungful of air before lifting her head to glance down at the action near her feet.
Rebecca’s face in her pussy was replaced by yet more grasping hands and her view of Rebecca was obscured by the multitude of arms now groping her nude defenseless body. The sheer eroticism of the sensations flooding through her was too much and, without warning, she spasmed once more into an orgasm. As she shouted out her passion, she heard Vicki’s scream echoing from the stage area and realized the orgy was well and truly underway. The problem for Carol was she hadn’t actually been fucked yet.
“Please… Let me up.”
Of a wonder, the men listened to her and she brought her arms down from their position above her head and managed to lever herself up into a reclining position on her elbows. She gazed straight into Rebecca’s contorted face as the other woman bucked ever harder and faster against Peter’s thrusts into her body. She could easily see Peter was getting faster and faster and was quite clearly close to cumming inside her neighbor. With a cry, Rebecca lowered her body and plunged her face back into the soppy mess that was Carol’s groin. As Rebecca’s tongue plunged inside her, Carol’s eyes met those of her husband over the top of their neighbor’s bobbing head. She saw his eyes go wide, and his body tense up and stiffen, and kne
w he was shooting his load straight into Rebecca. Each time another string of goo was ejected into her, Rebecca tensed and shot her tongue to its fullest possible penetration inside Carol.
The sensation was unlike anything else Carol had ever experienced and, to heighten the effect, she kept eye contact with her husband throughout the process as she rode to the crest of yet another intense pleasurable experience herself. With one neighbor at each end cumming, Rebecca was lost and quickly joined them in a three way orgasm, making the rest of the men stand back and watch in slack-jawed amazement.
Finally Peter removed his still half-hard prick from Rebecca and dropped into the nearest seat, breathing heavily. Two men took hold of Rebecca’s arms, leading her over toward the nearest plush couch, and she offered no resistance. One of the other men approached Carol between her legs but she signaled to let her up and move to something that would be softer under her ass, and the three remaining men helped her down from the pool table and followed the other group.
* * * *
Peter glanced around the room. The single large party had split into small groups. Rebecca was being positioned on her back on one of the couches with a man between her legs and another hovering around her head, obviously in preparation to double-team her. His own wife, Carol, was on the next couch, this time on her hands and knees, with her head in one man’s lap whilst two others were caressing her ass with their hands. Hands were dipping down between her legs too, into the soupy mess he knew his wife’s pussy to be. With a start he realized they were taking the moisture from her pussy and spreading it around her asshole. Carol had never permitted anal sex but she was offering no resistance—indeed, as they massaged the lubrication around her asshole, she was pushing her ass back toward them.
He thought briefly about intervening but decided to sit and watch instead. Carol was not fighting it, actually she seemed to be enjoying it so he looked around the room. On the stage the two men he had been chatting to were double-teaming Susie on the stage whilst another two were doing the same to Vicki. Two others were waiting their turn with the two morsels of female flesh available.
In the far corner, Amy had just sat up from where she had clearly been taking her own three sexual partners on. Zipping himself up, Peter made his way over to the bar where he mixed himself a large drink and sipped at it, all the time looking around the room.
His vantage point was close to perfect. He could see the two men working on Rebecca penetrate her at the same time, and could clearly see the way the pussy he’d already stretched had easily accommodated the man fucking her. The man using her mouth was having more difficulty, her head turned to the side didn’t provide him with enough access to penetrate her throat and she was gagging, but the man didn’t let up.
His own wife was busily engaged with one man thrusting powerfully in and out of her mouth whilst another one was standing behind her, thrusting equally powerfully into her pussy. The third man was contenting himself with merely using his rather fat thumb. This had now been inserted up to its second knuckle in Carol’s upturned ass. She was squirming under the three-pronged attack but was showing no signs of distress, if anything the opposite as she appeared to be building toward yet another orgasm.
“Build me one of those please.”
Peter glanced over as a very naked, tousled and clearly just fucked Amy sat on one of the stools.
“I need a drink.”
He smiled at her, noticing both how husky her voice was from the throat fucking she’d received as well as the gingerly way she sat down, probably after an ass fucking.
“Thanks. You not joining in?”
He grinned.
“Nah. Taking a breather.”
“So am I. Those three were animals.”
She leaned back to take a gulp of her drink, accidentally on purpose thrusting her breasts out and at him. The nipples were large and pointing directly at him, he felt his cock stir again—not that it had ever deflated all the way.
“Perhaps I’ve… had enough of a break.”
Amy smiled at him and winked before sliding down off the stool and moving smoothly and elegantly to the open bar flap and joining him on the inside of the bar. His eyes ran up and down her body, you could see the red marks on her breasts where they had been pinched and, in one place near her right nipple, bitten. Her lower body was equally marked and her stockings were laddered. Not only that, but you could clearly see where combined male and female juices had run out of her pussy and down into the lace top of the stockings.
As he glanced down at her legs, he spotted something on the shelf next to where she was standing. Instantly an idea flashed through his mind and he couldn’t help acting on it.
“Turn around.”
Slightly puzzled, Amy did so, presenting him with the view of her reddened backside.
“Put your drink on the bar and put your hands behind your back.”
Amy obviously had an inkling that he was doing something but she complied, nevertheless. A couple of seconds later he had grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed her hands tightly behind her.
Taking hold of her arm he guided her out from behind the bar and turned her to face one of the bar stools. Leaving her standing there he moved in front of her, perched on the stool and extracted his now rock hard cock from his fly.
“You know what to do. So do it.”
Amy gave him an arch look, raised an eyebrow and then licked her lips.
“At your command, master.”
She spoiled the effect by giggling before bending forward from the waist to engulf him in her mouth.
Chapter 52
“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead.”
“Hmm …?”
“Come on sleepy, wakey, wakey.”
“What time is it?”
Peter could not believe his wife could be this cheerful the morning after the orgy of the night before. His mouth tasted like cotton wool and his head pounded.
“It's after two o’clock and we are supposed to be round at Phil and Lizzie’s for four.”
Peter slowly opened one eye and looked up into his wife’s beautiful smiling face.
“You’re kidding me. I want to stay in bed.”
“No way. We have to be there, remember.”
“Urrrrghhhhh!”
“Come on. I’ll get your shower running, you’ll feel better after that.”
She pulled the light cotton sheet off him and he forced himself to roll over and open both eyes to look at her. There was a lot of her to look at. The satin chemise covered everything down to mid-thigh, but the lace panels exposed just as much.
“That’s nice.”
“I can tell you like it, he certainly does.”
Playfully Carol swatted at his now hard prick.
“Shower! Then coffee. Then get ready to go out. Now. Scoot.”
“Yes, boss.”
There was a peal of laughter as she disappeared in the direction of the en-suite bathroom, followed shortly by the hissing of the water spray as she did indeed turn the shower on. He thought about following his delectably underdressed wife into the bathroom and cornering her before forcing her into the shower with him. The attempt to move fast merely made him dizzy and elicited another groan from him. Before he could act further on the impulse, she’d slipped back into the room and then onto the landing on her way to make the coffee.
* * * *
Peter sat at the kitchen counter finishing his fourth cup of strong coffee and feeling much better for it. He was dressed in polo shirt and slacks—Carol had told him not to overdress for the informal occasion and he’d dressed down rather than up. Ten minutes earlier, Carol had disappeared back upstairs to get ready. Glancing at the clock, he saw it read ten to four and was about to call Carol to remind her of the time when he heard her coming down the stairs.
When she appeared, his jaw dropped open. She was still wearing the satin chemise she’d been wearing when she woke him up. The thin white lace panels over her breasts and pussy mount accentua
ted the fact she was virtually naked underneath it. Naked in fact, other than the taupe hold-up stockings that didn’t even reach the hem of the flimsy garment. High-heeled sandals completed the outfit.
“Aren’t you a little underdressed, honey?”
“Don’t you like it?”
“I love it but…”
“Silly boy. This is my last day at work for Phil and this evening is the last duty. This outfit is merely the uniform of the day, according to my boss. Shall we go?”
A moment later the doorbell rang and Carol opened it to admit Rebecca. The other woman was dressed identically to his wife and Peter looked from one to the other in amazement.
“You like the effect?”
“You bet.”
The two women shared a conspiratorial giggle and then firmly marched up to him, pulled him off the stool and frog-marched him to the front door.
“Amy is still pissed at you for the handcuffs, you know.”
“Well, it wasn’t my fault no-one knew where the key was.”
“She’ll forgive you on one condition.”
“What?”
Instead of answering, the two women winked at each other and giggled.
The three of them stepped out onto the front porch just as a car pulled up outside Phil’s house. For the third time in minutes, Peter was shocked as, this time, Amy got out of the car, wearing an identical outfit to the women flanking him. His shock grew even more profound when Vicki stepped from the passenger door similarly attired.
When Susie, dressed identically as well, answered the door to them all, Peter was beyond commenting, the extremely obvious bulge in his trousers telling all who cared to look that he approved of their scant attire.
Susie guided them through to the outside deck behind the house where Phil, dressed casually, was mixing drinks, and Lizzie, dressed more formally than the other women, in the sense she was wearing a dress, rather than a revealing shift, was putting the finishing touches to a buffet.
