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After a flurry of short notice preparations, Ron Evans was ready to host his daughter Mary's graduation party at the lake house. It had come about as an off-hand remark to Helen Stratton, his neighbor, after Helen had mentioned that her party plans for her daughter Jenny had grown to include more people than she though would fit inside her house.

"Why not have it out at my cabin at Lake Osprey?" Ron had said. Man, I'd forgotten how long it has been since I'd been out here with company, he thought later. He had spent the better part of Saturday replacing several deck boards on the pier from the boathouse and securing new ropes on the pier for safety. He piled up driftwood for a campfire near the shore. With Mary's help cleaning and straightening up the 3-bedroom log cabin, they finally pronounced it fit for company. The kitchen was spotless; the great room was arranged; the fireplace set. Cobwebs and detritus were cleaned off of the wrap-around porch, so that extra chairs could be placed in groups. The ground-floor master bedroom and the two bedrooms in the loft had fresh linens. You never know, thought Ron. Maybe I can convince Helen to stay over. We sure had something good going last week at her house. Remembering his two encounters with Helen and her Jenny, together in a most delightful ménage a trios, brought back lustful thoughts about how he could arrange future encounters.

He called Helen. "Hi. We've got the cabin in order. Do you want to come and inspect it?"

"Sounds like fun, but I'm still busy putting food together and Jenny's in a panic about whether her friends will show up."

"I can sympathize. Mary's the same way. She wants everything to be just perfect. I think she thinks us grownups will just be in the way at this party."

"We can give them breathing room. You said it was a large place, right?"

"Right," said Ron. "Plenty of room for all. Do you need any help with the food?"

"I'm managing OK. Just make sure the keg is cold for the adults and there's plenty of juice for the kids," said Helen.

"They're not really kids anymore, are they?" Ron thought about how Jenny had used her teenage body to pleasure him, pretending she needed to be taught how to dance, kiss, and make love. All the while, Helen had been a willing participant, sharing Ron with Jenny until he left their house exhausted, but well satisfied.

"I suppose not," replied Helen, "but I won't have you jailed for providing alcohol to minors. We've got to keep a lid on that."

"I agree," said Ron. "I was just thinking how grownup our kids have become. Jenny is such a beautiful young lady. I can't wait to see you both again. I have something special I want to give you both."

"I bet you do," laughed Helen. "And I can't wait to see what it is, although I have a suspicion."

"I can't help it. You awoke a sleeping monster with your sexy wiles."

"Your monster is sexy too, Ron," said Helen with a chuckle. "Now I've got to get back to work, or I'll never finish by tomorrow."

"Fine then. Leave a guy hanging out, will you? Ron teased. "I'll pick you and Jenny up at noon tomorrow, bring you up here, and we'll set up for our guests."

"Great. See you then. Bye, Ron." She rang off as Ron was thinking I got to get one of those videophones for conversations like this!

On the way back to the house they shared, Mary chatted about who would do what during the party, whether there would be enough food, what she would wear, and a dozen other details.

"Whoa, babe," said Ron. "Everything will be fine. Just let it happen and have a good time."

Mary seemed to relax somewhat. She was actually thinking about Paul, her new friend from the drive-in a few nights ago. Hung like a horse and a southern accent too! I want him again! Suddenly flushed, she squirmed and looked out the passenger side window. "OK, Dad. I know it'll be fun."

Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, Ron thought She's also grown up fast. Like her mom, she's got quite a figure. Of course she's my daughter and no boy will ever be good enough for her. I wonder if she's ever had sex? Oh, yeah. Probably she has. She's had plenty of opportunity. I imagine she's had boys lusting after her since middle school. She's never confided in me with that level of intimacy. I suppose that's what her friends are for. Girls seem to talk about everything. I hope that Jenny is not talking about how we made sweet love with her mother, over and over again. God, I can still feel that sweet, sexy body like she was right here!

Realizing he was getting aroused with his thoughts, Ron quickly tried to adjust his position so that Mary would not notice the swelling in his pants. She seemed to be looking at the scenery, lost in thoughts of her own.

Actually, she did feel him looking at her. She pretended not to see him adjust his erection, but caught his eye a few minutes later. Was he looking at her boobs? My god, I think my dad's turned on. It must be Helen. I know they've been together. It can't be me! Living with her dad, she had grown up in a relaxed household. Although he had a strictness when it came to how they should behave around each other, it seemed like that was a holdover from when she was little. I'm grown up now. I'm practically leaving home for college. Why can't he relax the attitude a little? If I could get him to lighten up, I might be able to have more fun. Now that I've discovered the joy of sex, I want to have that feeling more often. And Paul! My god, what a lover he could be, with his big cock! She flushed again and quickly looked away.

Back home, Ron said, "We'll get some pizza in about an hour. OK, Mary?"

"OK, Dad." She scampered off to her room to try on clothes in preparation for the party.

Ron headed for the basement to flip on the TV and relax with a drink. As he relaxed in his lounge chair, his thoughts quickly returned to Helen and Jenny. He wondered, How often do those two come into my thoughts? Seems like it's all I think about. I can't believe how lucky I am to have screwed mother and daughter! And what a pair of tits Jenny has. When I came between them in the shower that time, I don't think I ever came harder! The TV became background noise to his own fantasies as his hand slipped down his sweatpants to grip his hardness. Realizing he wasn't alone, he thought, Maybe I'd better clean up my thoughts. Of course, Mary's in her own room or on the phone again. I am so horny lately! He squeezed himself and thought, What the hell. I need it! I can be quiet about it. Pulling his boner out, he slipped down his sweatpants to his knees and began pumping. His eyes were closed and he again receded into the Helen/Jenny fantasy, imagining how Jenny's mouth felt the first time he introduced her to oral sex. Such a willing partner! She has a mouth made for fucking! Surrounded by her red hair, those green eyes looking up at me as she licked and sucked my cock! He and Jenny had not actually made love; she was still a virgin. But they had done almost everything else imaginable and came together many times. Grabbing a couple of nearby tissues, Ron increased the pace of his stroking with a well-practiced rhythm, anticipating a strong release.

Mary was trying on different outfits, wondering which one would be the best one for the party the next day. I'll need my red shirt, no maybe the green one. Oh, it's in the dirty clothes hamper. I'd better wash it. And my favorite red shorts need to be cleaned too. I was so juiced up at the drive-in, I could have gotten some of my (or Paul's!) cum on them and not noticed. Better clean them up.

She gathered a pile of clothes for the wash and hauled them downstairs to start a load in the washer. She could hear the TV on low, so she was quiet, thinking, Dad might be having a nap. Maybe I'd better wait until later. She peeked around the corner to see if he was sleeping in his chair. The lights were dim, but she could see his eyes were closed. But he's not still. He's rocking. What the hell? Peering further around the corner into the doorway, she saw his pants down to his ankles, his hand on his cock pumping like he wanted to choke it to death. Oh my god! He's jacking himself off! I've never seen him do that! I've heard his moans and thought I heard the bed creaking late some nights, but I never interrupted his pleasure before! Quietly looking around the doorway, she could tell that he was well into his pleasure. The pace was hard and fast. She noticed that his cock was full and long, shiny with the pre-cum fluid he had rubbed around the shaft to aid in the stroking. Wow. Dad's got a big one! I wonder if he is still thinking about Helen? He seemed turned on by something on our way home today. Trying to hide his boner in the truck, that was funny. Of curse I was getting more than a little moist myself, thinking of Paul and what we did in the car at the drive-in. He's not thinking about me, is he?

Ron was ready. Wanting to prolong the pleasure, but ready for a release, he applied the right amount of pressure and just the right rhythm to get maximum enjoyment out of his masturbation. He was lost in his fantasy, imagining Jenny's face, mouth open to receive his load. "Oh, Jenny, here it comes!" His other hand with the tissues forgotten, he felt the pressure erupt from his balls, through the length of his dick, out from the end. "Oh, yeah!" Ron whispered, "Suck it all out!" A great geyser of cum spurted from the top of his cock, like a miniature eruption, rising in a long white rope, to land in a glob on his leg. The second and third spurts came just as hard, shooting up and away from the red knob of his cock, as he continued to pump, although slower than before. More cum sprayed from his cock as the contractions pumped the fluid from the end, landing on his belly and legs. After a few more, it slowed to a dribble, running over his fist to his ball sack below. Eventually, he relaxed, still holding his cock, massaging it like a lover might do.

Afraid she might be seen watching her dad, Mary backed away quietly. Oh my god! That was a lot of cum! It just sprayed and sprayed! Did he say Jenny? My friend, Jenny? Was he fantasizing about her? He said her name! Confused, Mary backed up so as not to be seen. I thought he was dreaming about Helen. I even thought he was thinking about me. But Jenny? I thought she wanted to stay a virgin. Surely he hasn't been with Jenny and Helen! In her confusion, she bumped the wall as she backed up. A muted thump sounded. Oh, no! He'll hear me! Turning, she tiptoed up the stairs again. She did not notice that she dropped one piece of clothing as she turned. It was one of two black thongs she had purchased just a week ago, thinking she might surprise a hot date sometime. She was going to wash it and wear it when she saw Paul next. It lay on the floor unnoticed.

Ron had recovered enough to use the tissues to clean his shrinking cock and legs, where the gobs of cum had begun to drip down. Man, that was good! Whenever I can't get the real thing, I want to remember this one! What was that thump? Mary? He hurried to clean up and pull up his pants, thinking she might be coming down. He got out of the chair, went to the doorway, and looked out. Nobody there, thank god. Wait, what's that? Almost at the foot of the stairs, he saw something black that wasn't there when he came down. Moving closer, he realized what it was. Furthermore, he surmised how they probably got there. Oh, no! Mary must have heard me and turned around, dropping this! Shit!

He picked up the thong and went up the stairs. Mary was coming out of her room with a load of clothes, obviously headed to the washer. He was sure that she had been downstairs before and retreated. How much could she have heard? I was pretty quiet, wasn't I?

"Oh, hi Dad. I'm going to do a load of wash. OK?"

"Sure, sweetie. Is this yours? Ron asked, holding out the thong by one finger.

"Yeah," Mary replied, somewhat embarrassed. Wait. I shouldn't be embarrassed. It's my underwear. "I meant to wash it. Where did you find it?"

"Downstairs by the washer. It must have fallen out from before." Ron tried to justify finding the thong, but was not succeeding very well.

Mary suddenly realized that she must have dropped it a few minutes ago. "Dad, I dropped it earlier. Sorry, but I didn't want to disturb you if you were napping or, or whatever," she stammered, embarrassed with the memory of what she had seen. Grabbing the thong from his hand, she put it on the pile and breezed by him, going down the stairs to begin the wash.

Oh, god. I hope she didn't see me pulling my pud like a teenager! I can do it with her classmate, even fantasize about it, but she shouldn't see me like that! Further thinking about it was fruitless, so he picked up the phone book to order a pizza, not realizing that another border was crossed, and another little secret was being held for the right time. Hey, maybe Sarah's working and will deliver the pizza. That was some fantasy about her last time she delivered! God, how can I still be horny?

It was not Sarah that delivered the pizza. Ron and Mary ate it together and no mention was made of what she saw and what he suspected that she might have heard. They watched a little TV and retired to their separate bedrooms, knowing that tomorrow would be a full day. Mary was excited about the party and her friends. Ron was eager to see Helen again and get reacquainted with the parents of the other kids who would be there.

Sleeping in until mid-morning, Ron hustled to gather the drinks needed for the party. After loading them into the pickup, he changed clothes. Since the weather was warm and the party was casual, he dressed in shorts and polo shirt.

"Mary, you ready to go? We've got to pick up Helen and Jenny and the food now."

"OK, dad. Let's get it on!" Mary had agonized as to what to wear, finally deciding on her bright red cotton blouse over a pair of denim shorts. Not too tight, but tight enough, it accentuated her figure. She purposefully left the top buttons open, exposing her cleavage, again thinking of Paul's reaction when he saw her. Not too sexy or Dad will make me change. Mary had a sweatshirt rolled under her arm and a mysterious paper-wrapped package in her other hand.

Better not to ask, though Ron. They got in the truck and swung around the block to pick up Helen and Jenny. Ron was glad to see their smiles as he approached. Jenny's red hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was wearing a short-sleeved top and tight fitting shorts. Helen looked classy in her casual outfit. Together they loaded the coolers of food. Mary and Jenny squeezed into the jump seats in the back of the cab. Helen joined Ron in the front. Ron noticed that Jenny had left her crutches at home. She probably won't need them anyway. God, Helen smells good! It was all he could do not to grab her and smother her with kisses. They chatted as the four of them drove the several miles out of town to the lake. After winding down the entrance road from the highway, they unloaded the food and drinks.

"OK, I'll set up the snacks if you will get the keg tapped," Helen volunteered.

"And we'll check out the pier," said Jenny. "Come on, Mary." The girls left to walk the path leading to the boathouse and pier.

Ron and Helen made themselves busy getting things ready. Before long, guests started arriving. Soon the house was full of noisy teenagers and adults, all having fun and celebrating the senior's high school graduation. The party began to wind down after a few hours. Some people had other places to go, and others excused themselves to go to other parties. As it began to get dark, just a few people were left at the party. Mary and Jenny's classmates Susan Johnson, Janey Coulter, and Julie Nelson, all good friends, had established their territory in the boathouse and on the beach next to the pier. Susan's older brother Bret, Bret's visiting cousins Wayne and Paul Davis, and two other senior boys – Ron Staub and Jim Holtz – joined the girls on the lakeshore. Ron had started the campfire, leaving strict instructions not to let it get out of hand. The ten kids arranged themselves around the fire, on the pier, and on the boathouse steps.

The adults were settling in the great room and on the chairs on the porch. In addition to Ron and Helen, there were Chris and Shelly (Janey's parents), Todd and Cindy (Julie's parents), Sarah Johnson (Brett and Susan's older sister) and her friend Roy. Since they were all friends, and the kids were having their own fun outside, the conversation was less inhibited than it might have otherwise been, especially with the beer and wine flowing freely.

On the giant couch, Shelly said to Cindy, "I'm glad that Janey and Julie are such good friends. They are so sure they'll stay friends forever, even going to State together, hoping to be roommates. It's like you and I were at their age!"

"That's right, except you stole my boyfriend and married him!" replied Cindy, jokingly. "I never even got to see if he was any good in bed. As soon as he met you he was swept away."

"Well, let me tell you, Chris is great. Always has been." Shelly leaned closer and whispered, "He does this thing with his tongue that just drives me wild!"

"Ooh, tell me more. It's been so long since Todd gave me good head, maybe he should take lessons!" Or maybe Chris can eat me out right now, thought Cindy naughtily.

"Take lessons on what?" said Todd as he approached Cindy from the kitchen where the men were talking sports and the fine art of the forward pass.

"Shelly was just saying how she gets good head from Chris. I thought we might get some good sex education from them," replied Cindy. The wine had gone to her head, making her tongue looser and her normally reserved manner slightly less obvious. This was all right with Todd. He enjoyed a little sex talk as much as any guy. He still had fond memories of his dates with Shelly before he met Cindy. As I recall, she gave pretty good head herself, he thought.

"I'd pay to watch that!" exclaimed Todd.

"Me too!" giggled Cindy.

"Well, I'm hot enough if you can convince Chris to play," said Shelly with a wink. A few minutes later, Chris had joined them on the couch. Shelly had told him that she was bragging on him with Todd and Cindy. "Want to give a lesson on proper cunnilingus to Todd, honey?"

"Anything for you, babe," replied Chris with a leer. "Maybe we can use one of Ron's bedrooms for a while." The four of them moved into one of the upstairs bedrooms, turning on the room's muted lighting. Shelly moved to the bed, as Todd and Cindy arranged chairs to best see the performance. Chris stripped off his shirt and said, "I think everyone should go topless!"

"I think if I'm getting naked, you all should be naked too!" said Shelly, as she began to strip. Cindy was hesitant at first, but was becoming aroused at the thought of seeing her friend and her husband actually going at it. However, with Todd's encouragement and help, she slipped off her shirt, exposing her full breasts to the others. Todd and Chris lost no time shedding their clothes. Cindy noted Chris's cock was already semi-erect. God, look at that thing! It's bigger than Todd's. Slipping out of her panties, she was the last to be fully naked. Todd held her close from behind as Chris joined Shelly on the bed.

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As you walk into my apartment, I notice that you are carrying something in your hands. I look to see what it is and realize it is a mask.

“Is this some sort of special event?” I ask, questioning the need for a mask.

”Well, in a sense,” you say as you continue to explain. “You see, all the women that are in attendance must wear a mask at all times. The men roam freely, without a mask, but the women are not allowed to remove theirs. It adds to the mysteriousness of it all.”

“What is this for again?” I ask.

“A charity event held once per year. People come from all over to participate and millions of dollars are contributed. It’s a great evening and I am very excited to be sharing it with you.” You lean and give me a kiss as you hand me the mask.

I go into the bathroom to put the mask on and adjust it so it fits right. It is a dark half face style that only covers the upper half of the face. There are long black feathers that come off it, with a mixture of smaller green and blue feathers around the eyeholes. It’s very beautiful and I come out of the bathroom wearing it to see what you think.

“Breathtaking” is all you say as I enter the living room. I walk over to you and kiss you as the feathers from my mask tickle your face.

We head out to the car and are soon on our way. It’s about half an hour until we get there and we talk a little on the way. We pull up to what I can only describe as a mansion. The building is huge and there is a large semi circle style driveway in front that could easily consist of five lanes of cars. You pull up as a man walks around to your side of the car. You open the door and step out, handing him your keys.

I get out as well, with the help of another young man. You come around and take my arm as we walk up towards the large front door. There are several lanterns along the walk and the smell of water and roses fills the air.

As we get to the door, it opens and a man welcomes us in. He takes our coats and then points for us to continue down a long hallway. As we progress, I take in the beautiful artwork, delicate carvings and impressive statues that line the hall. As the hall ends, a large room opens to our left. There are many people, some sitting and some standing. Almost all of them are drinking and appear to be having a good time in their conversations.

You lead me into the room, guiding me by my arm. There are mostly men in the room and only a few women. I look them over, attempting to determine if I am under or over dressed for the occasion. You told me to wear your favorite dress, a black silky piece that comes to about mid thigh. There are thin straps that weave across the shoulders and the back comes down excessively low so that wearing panties is not acceptable, as they would peek over the edge.

The women present all seem to be wearing cocktail style dresses, so I feel as though my own attire is ok. You bring me over to a full bar where you order us each a drink. The bartender pours you a glass of bourbon and mixes me a sweet concoction that smells of vanilla.

We take our drinks and mingle with some of the other attendees. I talk with a handsome gentleman about current events and he invites me to come sit with him near the fireplace across the room. I give a glance your way and you nod approval as the man takes my arm and leads me away.

We seat ourselves on a lush couch near the raging fire. The heat of it emanates out and warms my bare arms. This man sits close to me on the couch and I feel a small amount of discomfort as he rests a hand on my stocking-clad knee. We talk a while longer and then he says in a cool and calming voice, “Would you like to come with me to a different room?”

“Is there something that you wish to show me?” I ask.

“Well, there is more to this party than meets the eye, my dear,” he says as a mischievous grin forms on his lips. I contemplate his offer a moment and then excuse myself to speak with you.

I walk slowly over to where you are standing with three other men. I lean into your ear and say, “This man would like to take me to a different room. What’s going on?”

You look at me and then return your attention to the men you are talking with. “Excuse me, gentlemen, I have something to attend to at the moment.”

You pull me to an isolated corner and start to inform me of the goings on. “This is a party where people mingle with one another. You do not need to be afraid to wander freely, but you must be in the company of someone when you do. You are more than welcome to wander with this man, if that is of your choosing. You may also come with me, if that is your preference.”

I look at you a moment as my questioning mind starts to work. “I will leave you to your conversation, my sweet,” I say as I plant a soft kiss on your cheek. “I will go with this man to see what else this gathering has going on.”

I leave you and return to the man on the couch. He rises to greet my return and then takes my arm. We walk through the room and as we pass where you are standing, you give me a little wink. I continue my progression with him to the end of the room where he presses a panel, revealing a small doorway. He pulls the door open, allowing me to enter ahead of him.

We are at the base of a small staircase and he leads me up them to another door. He opens it and a large, dimly lit room appears on the other side. He ushers me in and as my eyes adjust, I see several people, both male and female, in different states of undress. There are candles all throughout the room and there are many types of furniture, some of which I have never before seen. I scan the room, noticing that indeed, all the women are wearing masks, however some of them are wearing little or nothing else. I stand a moment in shock as the wave of what is going on hits me.

“What is this about?” I ask of this strange man.

“This, my dear, is the REAL party,” he responds. “This is where the fun begins and you are more than welcome to come along for the ride.”

I stand there a moment, almost in disbelief of my eyes and ears, deciding what it is I want to do. Surely you know what this party is about since you have been here many times before, but this is all new to me. These people are all involved in some sexual act, whether it be actual intercourse, oral gratification, bondage or just the initial intrigues of a man investigating a woman’s body.

“Very well, show me what it is that you brought me here to see,” I say to him with a certain amount of willfulness. He leads me through the room to a slightly enclosed area. There is a chair here that resembles something you might see when going to the dentist’s office. The seat is black leather and there are several restraints attached to the chair arms and legs. There is also a selection of ‘devices’ near the chair, some I recognize and some I don’t.

“Would you like to take a seat in the chair, my precious?” he asks me as his eyes, which were so intriguing and sweet before, seem to devour me as they drift along my entire body.

“I will sit, but I do not want to be restrained,” I say looking at him to read his mood and his eyes.

”Very well, please sit and I will not restrain you until you ask for it,” he says watching as I get onto the chair.

I ease into the chair, which is surprisingly comfy. I can feel the coolness of the leather as my dress rides up slightly and the bareness of my thighs above my stockings touches it. He leaves the area a moment, returning with a beautiful brunette. She is a little taller than I am and is wearing a tight black leather outfit that accentuates her assets well. He leads the woman towards me and then takes a seat in a large chair nearby. I can see his eyes as they hungrily watch the woman make her approach to me.

I look up at the woman as she stands above me, smiling down into my face. “Are you afraid?” she asks as she lays a warm hand on my arm.

”Only a little,” I respond as the heat of her hand starts to spread through my arm.

”There is no need, you know. I will not do anything you do not want and I will not allow anyone to do anything you do not want.”

I do not know why, but I trust this woman. It may be because she is a woman and there is a certain amount of kinship that comes from being in the presence of someone who is of your own sex. She runs her hand down along my arm and then brings it to my thigh. She lets her fingers slip under the hem and move upwards as they find the edge of my stockings. She continues up and reveals to herself that I am not wearing any panties. A smile forms as she says, “Very nice.”

She reaches up and further to run her fingers along my stomach. “May I?” she asks as she presses further upward towards my breasts.

I am unsure of how I should proceed. Will you be angry with me if I allow this to continue? Surely you know what was to become of me leaving with this man. These are the thoughts spilling through my mind as my mouth responds to the brunette. “Yes, you may,” I say as her fingers move further up. Soon she has one breast in her grasp and I again glance over at the man seated near us. He looks very excited at the display before him.

“I would like to take off your dress now,” she whispers as her hands slide down to the hem of my dress again and start to pull at the material. I oblige by raising my hands above my head and she slips it up and over. I am now laying on this chair in only my heels and stockings, my breasts and pussy fully exposed to anyone that might happen by, not to mention this man and woman that I have never met before this evening.

She runs her hands along my entire body and I can feel my natural reaction kick in. My lust starts to take over as this woman’s hands work my body unlike anyone has before. I begin to writhe under her hands as they caress, pinch and play with me. I close my eyes and then feel as her tongue is added to the fray. She glides it along my body, lingering in spots to swirl circles and then continuing on an unknown path. Her hands are still roaming as well, finding all the right spots to tug and grope.

Soon she has me in a small frenzy and I moan lightly as she brings her tongue to my slit. It slips between and I can feel her tongue playing with my stiff button. She flicks at it and sends spasms through me. She stops and then moves to my ear, letting her hair fall across me as she leans in close. “Would you like to be bound, my dear?” she asks. “I would love to devour you while you were bound and helpless.”

I am in such a state that I do not know how to respond. The thought of being bound and unable to move scares me to death, but also brings a huge amount of excitement to me, most notably from the wetness that gushes between my legs. I nod agreement to her offer and she begins to adjust the armrests of the chair. She then takes my arms and fastens them above my head to the armrests. She then does the same with my legs, binding them at the ankles to the chair.

She spreads my legs widely, the parts of the chair my legs are attached to moving with them. She stands between my spread thighs and lowers herself to eat. She ravages me and soon I am moaning louder. My eyes are tightly closed and then I feel hands on me. I open them to see another woman fondling my breasts. I am at such an extreme point in my desires that I can do nothing to ask why she is here or what it is that’s going to happen next. I lean my head back again and continue to enjoy the ride I am being taken on. I can feel as hands are added to my body, fingers feeling me from the inside, groping at my breasts, some delicate, some forceful. I open my eyes at one point and glance to the man seated near us. He is stroking his cock as he watches the entertainment of me being handled. I look around me to see that there are now about five people playing with me.

I can feel my orgasm build and just when I think it is coming, a motion is changed, bringing me down a few notches. The intensity of a lick is slowed or stopped. Maybe someone fingering me changes the method. It could be any of these things or combinations of several, but I am starting to pull at my restraints as the pressures within me build and my need for satisfaction consumes me.

All of a sudden, all of the pressures and senses at my pussy stop and the presence of the brunette is removed. I open my eyes to see you coming forth. You are not wearing any pants and your hard cock is protruding in front of you. There are still numerous hands all over my body as you enter me. Your cock slides in easily from all the wetness provided by my insides as well as the brunette’s tongue. You slip in and out of me at a medium pace and soon the brunette leans into my ear again. “Would you like me to lick your clit while he fucks you?” she murmurs into my ear.

I cannot speak, but nod my head as she moves down and I feel her hair lay across my thighs. The sensation of her tongue slipping across my fully exposed clit as you ram into me brings me to the edge of climax. Numerous hands feel every available portion of my body. The man that led me here is still watching as these actions take place. I am crying out soon as a finger enters my asshole, you ram your cock into me, the brunette laps at my clit and hands pinch and lick my nipples. My orgasm comes and I scream out, “Oh don’t ever fucking stop this!”

You fuck harder and faster as my orgasm causes my walls to clutch your cock inside. Another woman climbs onto me and balances herself over my face. “Would you like to eat my pussy?” she asks. I stick out my tongue and taste her, my first taste of a woman in this way and groan loudly as you continue your thrusts into me. I suck, lick and nibble at this woman’s box as a new orgasm starts to take over immediately following the end of the first.

You keep pushing into me and soon I can feel your release as you continue to slide into me. I eat the woman as I come, feeling my tongue slip and slide over her clit again and again. Soon she is ready to come and I can feel someone slip fingers into her. My tongue flicks at them as it slips around her little lump. She explodes and shakes as her climax is reached. She dismounts me and all the hands that were touching me stop. You pull out of me and come to my face. You lick my lips, tasting the woman that was there not a moment before and then you kiss me deeply. “I am going to release you now and we are going to another place.”

You undo my restraints and I sit up. You have already assembled yourself and bring me a sheer robe to wear. “I have something wonderful to share with you,” you say as you take me out of the enclosure and lead me through the room to another door. You open it and there are a few people disrobing and another door at the end of the room. There are small enclosures for clothes and you begin to undress, stacking your clothes neatly into one of the cubbyholes in the wall. I remove my robe, heels and stockings, leaving me completely nude. I put my things into another space and then you lead me by the arm to the other door. You open it and we enter to find many people forming circles of oral pleasure. There are rings upon rings of people, seemingly hundreds of them.

There is an unfinished circle on the outside edge that is set as alternating male to female and we go to one end of it. There is a woman there who is voraciously sucking at a mans cock. You lay down behind her on your side and pull her legs apart as you start to eat her. I lie down as well, on my opposite side, and begin to suck your cock, feeling it swell in my mouth. We are going for a moment, and then I feel a man come between my thighs, his hair tickling me as he begins to lick. And so the circle continues.

We stay in the circle, me bringing you to orgasm twice, the man behind me bringing me to it three times. The only sounds in the room are the muffled moans against others flesh and the continuous lapping and sucking noises. Soon we are done and are leaving the room. The circle adjusts to replace our absence and we return to the room with our clothes. My dress has been added to my belongings. I turn to you and ask, “Are we done now or is there more?”

“We can be done if you have had enough,” you say. “There are other places to show you, if you are interested in seeing them.”

I opt for the sheer robe rather than my dress, showing you my interest in more exploration. You redress yourself, as it seems it is found inappropriate for a man to be wandering around half naked, yet perfectly reasonable for a woman to be prancing in any state of undress. We head towards the door as more people come in.

You lead me along to a narrow stairway down. It seems to go on for quite a ways, but we eventually get to the bottom. This place is also very dimly lit, and there are only a few sparse candles to light the way. There are what appear to be several doors, each with markers that are illuminated. There are several colors, and different doors have different markers lit. We pause at a door and you look at me. “Are you ready?” you ask.

“Should I not be? I reply.

“Well, this is going to be a lot farther out of your realm than you have been, even tonight,” you say with all seriousness. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and if you don’t think you can handle it, say so now and we will leave.”

I think to ask what is beyond the door, but decide to just be surprised. I am adventurous and trust you enough to know that no harm will come to me. “I would like to go in with you,” I say with a naughty smirk.

You open the door and streams of light shine through the cracks into the darkness of the hall. We go in, closing the door behind us. A button on the inside of the room is pressed by a woman dressed from head to toe in black leather. She has heels so high on that I have no idea how she manages to walk in them. There is another person in the room, a man, also completely encase in leather, although he is not wearing a mask as the woman is. You and I come into the room and the woman takes your arm. The man comes over to me and soon all our clothes are removed and we are being strapped with our arms above our heads to chains and bindings attached to the ceiling.

The leather couple stands before us, watching, as we stand naked and defenseless. They then start to walk around us, as if inspecting our bodies. All of a sudden, I feel a sharp sting on my ass and I let out a little yipe as leather strikes my bare bottom. The blow comes a few more times and then I look over to you. The woman has a paddle in her hand and is on an upward swing as she prepares to strike you with it. I can see a glint in her eye as the paddle comes down and makes contact with your naked flesh.

Next, I can feel cold metal sliding down my spine. It traces around to the top of my ass as the man comes around towards my front. It comes over my hip and I look down to see that he has a knife. I say nothing, but a small amount of fear begins to build within me. He brings the knife up along my ribs and then over my breast. I can feel the coolness of the metal as the flat edge presses against my nipple. I glance over at you and see you watching intently as this man fondles me with the knife.

You seem to be intrigued by it, and I can see your cock begin to harden as you watch. My nipples are fully erect from a combination of the excitement, fear and the coldness of the blade. He moves it downward again and presses it against my shaved slit. My excitement increases even more as I feel the tip press to my skin. Not breaking through, but I can feel the pressure of it. He takes the knife away and steps behind me out of view.

The woman is now in front of you and has a hold of your cock in her hands. She is fastening a device around your balls and the base of your cock. She then runs her long, red fingernails up your chest, leaving light marks behind. She then bites at your nipples and then pinches them with her fingers. It’s then that I feel something slide between my thighs.
From behind me, I hear, “If you make a sound, you will be punished.” I feel the object slide further between my thighs and as I look down, I see the handle of a whip. It slides between my legs and then is thrust up into my pussy. I let out a small grunt, and it does not go unnoticed. I feel a fast and hard crack to my ass and I can sense the heat as the sting subsides.

The handle is shoved in farther and I bite my lip to keep from making any more noise. Something is slid up into my ass and again, even though I am trying to be quiet, a sound escapes me. Once more, I feel the hard smack on my ass in the same spot, this time the pain lingering longer from the last swat melding with this one. After I start to recover from the swat, I feel the object in my asshole shift a bit and then it begins to vibrate. My stimulation levels increase as the pulses roam through me, starting at my ass and radiating throughout.

I look over to you again and see that the woman has dripped wax down the front of you and has left several scratch marks along your body. You are very aroused, or at least seem to be based on the raging hard on sticking out in front of you. Your eyes follow the woman as she moves, never leaving her for a moment as you anticipate her next action. At times, her fingers come up to pinch at your nipples.

The vibrations continue to run through me as the handle is still driven in and out of my pussy. I can feel the grips of it sliding against my insides and I moan a little, forgetting the rule of no sound until the now familiar sting reminds me. My hair is beginning to drip as sweat pours from me, the thrill, desire and the pain all coming together in a grand mix of emotions causing my body to react everywhere. The handle is removed from me, but the vibrations continue deep in my ass.

Both the woman and the man walk around behind us and I can hear what sounds to be the rustling of leather. Shortly after, they both come around to the front of us. The woman is now dressed in a tight black leather top that exposes her breasts fully, revealing her pierced nipples, and a pair of leather crotchless panties. She is still wearing the incredibly tall heels as well, with a pair of sheer, black thigh high stockings. The man is completely nude and I can see all of his piercings, including his Jacobs ladder. I am in utter amazement of his body, not just from the piercings, but his overall physique. The Jacobs ladder is a bit much for me as I contemplate how it would feel. I have heard of this set of piercings before, but have never actually seen it.

They both move towards us, and begin to play with our bodies. She presses her breasts against your chest, reaching down to grab your cock. He comes forward and slides his cock between my thighs and pinches my nipples. I can feel the piercings rub along my slit as he pushes his cock along. My wetness escapes me as he strokes it and I look down to see it glistening over the top of his cock. He bites hard against my nipples and soon I am in need of sex. I want this man to fuck me more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

“Is there something that you want?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I reply.

“What might that be?” he hisses as he grabs a handful of my hair and runs his pierced tongue along my exposed neck.

“I want you to fuck me with your pierced cock,” I whisper, almost ashamed at this desire inside.

“I want you to beg for me to fuck you,” he says, almost laughing at the thought. I can tell that he is sensing my shame.

“Please fuck me with your cock,” I begin. “I want to feel it rubbing inside of my pussy.”

“That is not bad, but I think you can do better,” he says. “I want you to really beg for it. If you do a good enough job, I will give it to you.”

I try to figure out how best to get this man to fuck me. “I want you to fuck me hard until my cunt is raw,” I quickly state. “Please won’t you fuck my slimy, wet hole? I want you to fuck it until I can’t stand.” I feel embarrassment at my words for they don’t even sound right coming from my mouth.

He looks me over a moment and slips the head in between my wet pussy lips and against my clit. I can feel the pressure of it as he pushes it hard against me. I look over at you to see a look of shock, but approval at my words. I can feel the blush rising over my face as I turn away. Before I turn completely, I see the woman kneeling before you with your cock in her mouth. She is licking at you lusciously and I feel a small strain of jealousy. Not because she is sucking your dick, but because I wish I was doing it.

I am brought back to my own situation as all sensations on me stop and the man moves away. The vibrations in my ass are no longer occurring, but I can feel the implement is still in place. The woman also steps away from you and then they begin to kiss one another. He bends her over in front of us and slides his cock into her. They are close to us, almost within reach. I can smell them they are so close, yet being bound I can do nothing. The heat and pulsing in my pussy is driving me to insanity as I watch the woman receive what I so desire.

He fucks her hard and she grunts under the strain. Her hair flings back and forth with each of his thrusts into her willing pussy. I moan a little as my desires increase, longing to know what that cock would feel like buried deep inside of me. I can feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs as I watch him fuck her. I look at you as you watch her tits bounce as he slams into her. Your cock is hard a dripping and I see that she has not given you your release yet either.

They fuck, right there in front of us until the woman is screaming out, begging him to fuck her harder until she comes. He grabs into her as cheeks, indenting where his fingers are. He keeps pushing and then says, “Yea, I’m gonna fuck your juicy, hot cunt until I have my fill.” They continue on like this, her moaning and screaming as he continues to violate her from behind. He moves into her faster and faster until she is screaming at the top of her lungs and shaking all over. He grunts loudly as he pulls his cock out and sprays come all over her ass.

He takes a finger and wipes a stripe of it off, then moves over to me and sticks that same finger into my mouth. I suck at it hungrily, watching his eyes and seeing that this action pleases him. He then asks, “Would you like to get fucked like that?”

I nod excitedly as a fresh gush of wetness drips down my legs. He runs his fingers between and spreads the juices onto the tips. He slides it around my hips as he comes in behind me. Again the vibrations start in my ass and then I feel his hot, wet cock slide into me. I breathe out a huge moan as it slips in. As each barbell enters me, I feel a huge rush of excitement. The feeling of it is amazing, unlike anything I have felt before.

He starts to thrust into me hard and fast and I come almost immediately. My body twitches against him as he continues to ram into me. I look over through the hair that has since fallen into my face and see that the woman has lifted her leg around you and is thrusting against you, pushing your cock deep inside. I continue to receive the man’s cock into me and soon he finds his release again and come is spraying into me. He pulls out and I can feel it dripping from me.

The woman is crying out as she fucks you hard and fast, the sounds of your chains clanking as your body is moved by her motions. You let out a loud groan as you expel your load into her. She soon completes her own orgasm and then pulls away from you. They both remove our bonds and I rub my wrists a little. We move to one another and hold each other close a moment before collecting our clothes. We get dressed and walk out of the room.

I cling to your arm as we walk up the long staircase.

“Are you ready to go home now?” you ask.

“Yes, I am exhausted,” I reply.

We head out to the front of the building and our coats are brought to us. We go to the car and on the way home you ask, “Did you have a good time?”

“Oh yes, very much,” I say, feeling my exhaustion in every muscle. “Do I get to come with you next year?”

“If that is your desire, my sweet, then yes, I would love for you to accompany me next year,” you say with your wicked smile.

I lean over and kiss your neck and then return to my seat as I allow my body to relax from the endurances of the evening.

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It is that time of year again. Last year was my first visit to “the grand party” with my then “male companion”. This year, I am told that I am allowed to invite a new attendee of my choosing to involve in the festivities. I am so excited as I dial your number to ask if you wish to join me this year.

You answer the phone and I begin by simply saying, “How would you like to try something a little different?” “There is a party this Saturday night that I attended last year and I think you would really enjoy it. It’s something unlike anything you have ever experienced and I can’t tell you much about it, but I promise that you will enjoy yourself.”

“Well, I trust you,” you begin. “If you think it is something that I will enjoy, I’m game. Is there a particular way I should dress for this party?”

“Yes,” I say. “You should dress in a tuxedo. I will be wearing a mask, but you will have no need for one. You see, all the women in attendance must wear a mask at all times and the men roam freely, without a mask. The women are not allowed to remove their masks during the evening. It adds to the mysteriousness of it all.”

“What is this party for exactly?” you ask.

“A charity event held once per year,” I say. “People come from all over to participate and millions of dollars are contributed. It’s truly an event to be involved in and I am so glad that you will be coming along with me this year.”

“How did you come to know about this party?” you ask.

“Well,” I begin, “The man that I was seeing at this time last year brought me.” “It was something that he thought I would enjoy, and I did. Since I was in the registry by my own name, they sent me the information this year and informed me that I could bring a new companion.”

We finish our conversation and I hang up the phone. My excitement for the coming Saturday builds as the week progresses on. I cannot wait to see your reactions to the “grand party”.

Finally, it is Saturday night and I am getting myself ready for the evening. I dress in a tight, deep green dress that comes to mid thigh. It has thin, braided straps over the shoulders and a plunging neckline allowing for a breathtaking view of my ample cleavage. I put on thigh-high black stockings and green heels to match my dress. I pull on matching gloves that go up over my elbows. I have a small black mask that covers only the top half of my face, but has thin, green feathers falling around to frame my face. I am positioning the mask as you ring the doorbell.

I come to the door and open it. You come inside and give me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Wow,” you say. “I know you said the women had to wear masks, but I guess I just didn’t really know what to expect.”

I look you over as my cheeks flush. You look exquisite in your black tuxedo. “I have a few finishing touches,” I say. “I’ll be right back.” I then walk back to the bathroom to finish with my mask and touch up a few places on my outfit, ensuring everything is in place.

I come out to meet with you again, grab a lace wrap that I pull around my shoulders and then go to the window and peek out. “Ah, right on time,” I say. “Shall we go?”

You come stand next to me and take my arm and we head to the door. I open it and outside you see a black limousine. We head out to the car and the driver opens the door for us. We get inside and before he closes the door, I hand him a slip of paper. “Please take us here,” I say as he nods and closes the door.

We make our way to the party and talk as we go. Your hand lingers on my thigh and slowly moves upwards until you feel the edge of my stocking. I rest my hand along your thigh and slip it up until I can feel the slight bulge close to where your thighs meet. I lean over and kiss your neck, then whisper, “Oh my sweet, the things I will show you tonight.”

The limo comes to a stop and the driver comes around and opens the door. We get out of the car and walk towards the entrance of the massive building. I can see the awe in your eyes as we approach. I remember feeling the same way when I first saw it. I hold you close to me as the door opens and the man inside welcomes us, takes your coat and my wrap and then points in the direction for us to go.

As we walk along the hallway, I tell you that you are free to mingle with others, both men and women, but that I do not want you to leave any room that I am in without telling me first. You agree as we come to the large room on the left. As we walk in, I see a few familiar faces and nod or wave to them. We move along to the bar at the far end of the room and each get a drink. A young gentleman approaches us and greets us both. He then requests my attention and I offer it, telling you to go meet some of the others.

I walk away with the man; glancing over my shoulder and seeing you start to look around as though you are wondering what you should do next. You move along and then start talking with a group of men near the bar. I return my attention to the man by my side and we start to talk. He tells me of some of his adventures from previous parties and I smile and occasionally look in your direction to see how you are coming along.

I break away from the man and come over to where you are talking with an older man. I lean in close and whisper, “Would you like to see some of the rest of the house?”

You say you would and we excuse ourselves from the man you are speaking with. I take your hand and lead you towards one of the walls with fine wooden paneling. I press a spot on the wall and a passage is revealed. I step through and pull you behind me as the panel slides shut behind us.

We walk along a narrow corridor and come to a door. I open the door and we make our way into a red hallway. The walls are draped in fine red velvet and the carpeting is thick, red plush. There are places that show breaks in the fabric along the walls and a few places that have deep red cords pulling the cloth away to reveal dark red doors. I push open one of the doors and pull the strings keeping the cloth pulled away. The cloth pulls down, hiding the door behind it.

We go into the room, which is dimly lit with dark red candles. There is a large tub in the middle of the room, filled with water and red rose petals. The aroma from the tub is intoxicating and already I can feel my sexual urges awakening. There are a few blood red towels hanging along the edge of the tub on thin silver racks and a bottle of fine champagne chilled in a small tub of ice. Two glasses are sitting next to the tub.

I pull you to me and kiss you gently. I start to pull away your clothes and you kiss down along my neck as your hands pull down my dress. I rest my ass against the edge of the tub as you run your hands up along each thigh, pulling down my stockings and removing my shoes. “Get into the tub, my sweet,” I say as I look over your completely nude body in the candlelight. You do as I ask as I pull off my mask and set it aside, then I enter as well.

You sit down and I come towards you, sitting on your lap facing you. I reach over and pull out the bottle of champagne and pop the cork. I take a drink of it and then kiss you lightly. I then bring the bottle to your lips and let you take a drink. I set the bottle down and kiss you again and I can already feel your cock growing beneath me in the rose-fragranced water. Your hands are on my body and moving to my breasts, which float at the waters surface.

We kiss and touch, feeling the warmth of the water over us and the sensations of our skin touching as it slips and slides against the others flesh. I gently rotate my hips, putting pressure against your cock as the hardness pushes against me. I move a little and allow you to slip inside me as I move own onto you again. I let out a little moan as I feel you enter me. I move against you, feeling you push into me, feeling the friction from the water taking away some of my natural lubrication, almost heightening the sensation of our act.

You pull at my breasts as I continue to grind against you and the water begins to slosh over the edges of the tub. I lean my head back and push harder and faster against you, pulling at your shoulders to gain leverage. At once, we find our release and both shiver against one another as we recuperate.

I lift myself off you and sit beside you. I put my hand along your thigh as I kiss your neck and slowly move my hand up along your thigh to your cock. I start to play with it, feeling it’s weight against my hand and then it starts to stiffen again. I continue to stroke you as it regains its full attention and then I take a large breath of air and dunk my head under the water. I press my lips against the tip of your cock and slowly envelop it and slide along your length. I suck fast and hard, feeling the heat in my mouth and the excitement of the situation.

Your hands find their way into my hair under the water as I continue to suck your cock. You run your fingers into it and gently move me with them. I quicken my pace and press my lips harder against your shaft as I move. I can feel you prepare for your release and I rub my tongue back and forth along the underside of your cock. Soon, you are shooting into my mouth and I am drinking you down like a beverage. I pull away and return to the surface of the water.

“That was so fucking incredible,” you gasp. “You have no idea!” I smile at you and then make my way out of the tub. “Where are you going?” you ask.

“Oh my sweet, there are so many more things to show you,” I say. “You should get out and dry off.”

You step outside the tub as I am toweling my body dry. I put the towel around my hair and dry it as best I can. I then start to pull on my stockings and dress. I reach over and grab my mask, putting it back on and then help you finish getting back into your own clothes.

Once we are assembled again, I walk towards the door and open it. We walk through and I leave the door open as we continue along the hallway. At the end, there is a doorway, and stairs just past. We walk up the staircase and enter a large room that has several doors. I turn to you and ask, “Would you like to pick one?”

You nod and walk over to a door at the far end of the room. I open it and we step through. Once inside, our eyes adjust to the lighting and see a circle of chairs.

Most of the chairs are currently seating men, but a few have no one in them. All the men are naked from the waist down, raging hard ons protruding in front of them. There is music playing and several completely nude women walk within the circle of chairs. Suddenly, the music stops and the women scramble for a male lap to sit on. All but one woman finds a seat and the ones that do slip slowly down along the cock of the man they have found. They writhe along the cocks and then the music begins again. The women then remove themselves from the laps and continue around in the circle again.

“Shall we?” I ask you.

You look at me and say, “What is this?”

“This is part of the party, my dear,” I say. “This is a party where you are free to do as you like.”

“Is it safe?” you ask.

“Of course,” I say. “Those invited go through a series of tests and those that accompany those invited are picked specially by the invitees due to the nature of the party.”

You look at me a long time and then say, “Well, lets get started!”

You remove your shoes and pants and take a seat in one of the chairs. I completely undress myself and take stride within the inner circle. The music stops again and I do not find a seat upon any cock. I look over to you and see a beautiful brunette pressing herself onto your cock. A shiver of jealousy strikes me, not because another woman has you, but because I do not have a lap to sit on.

She presses into you and I can see your cock slip in and out of her wet pussy. I can feel my own wetness between my thighs and the all too familiar throb as my desire to get fucked increases. The music begins again and all the women resume their walk. This time, when the music stops, I find the lap of a man about 30 years old, a handsome man with dark hair and deep, green eyes. I slip down onto his cock and immediately feel a gush of relief from between my thighs. I am facing him and glance over my shoulder to see a big-breasted blonde bouncing in your lap.

The music starts and I lift myself from the man’s lap. I resume my walk again and pass you, then the music stops. I try to get onto your lap, but another brunette beats me to you and I end up in the lap of the man next to you. I slip down onto him and look over at you as the brunette slips onto you. She rotates her hips and grinds herself down onto you and I mimic her movements. I watch her as she slips along you and then look at you as you watch me do as she does.

I can feel the hands of the man I am fucking as they move onto my hips while I thrust against him. The music starts again and I pull myself away from him. We continue walking in our circle and this time when the music stops, I find myself in your lap. I lean in close and whisper, “Would you like to see something else?”

“Yes,” you reply. With that, I lift myself off you almost completely, then slam down against you and kiss your lips. I then pull myself away and pull you by the hand to our clothes. We get dressed and leave through the door we came in at. I walk towards a door, still pulling you behind me. I open it and find a small room with several lockers along each wall and another door at the other side. Above one set of lockers there is a sign that says “WOMEN” and above the other it says “MEN”. I start to remove my clothes and put them into one of the lockers. You follow suit and do the same.

Once we are completely nude, except for my mask, we walk through the door. Inside, there is what can only be described as an actual orgy. There are men and women all writhing around on the floor, various sexual positions, women eating other women, men fucking women from all angles, and they all are covered in a slick and sweet smelling oil. There are showers along the far wall of the room and a few couples are washing each other, some still involved in sexual acts.

Near the door we have entered is a large pedestal holding a bowl filled with the sweet oil. I dip my hands inside and then put them onto your body. I start at your neck and make my way down over your chest. I give you a kiss and then dip my hands in the bowl again. I rub my hands across your back and down over your ass, making sure to completely cover you in the oil. I dip again and then run my hands along your arms. I move to your legs because I am saving the best for last. Once your legs are doused, I dip my hands a final time in the warm oil and then run my slick finger and palms against your sack and cock. I take my time and bring you to full hardness. I kiss you once more and then you put your hands into the oil.

I turn around in front of you so that my back is facing you. Your hands slip along my neck and down my back to the top of my ass. They slide down along my cheeks and you pinch lightly. You take your hands away and then I feel them on my legs. You rub slowly, driving my crazy. You bring your hands up along the fronts of my thighs and then press yourself against my back as you move up along my stomach. You run your hands across my stomach and then up over my breasts. You slowly rub the oil into my skin, pressing and pinching my nipples. You then dip your hands again and move them across my shaved pussy. You slip a finger inside for a moment to tease and then turn me to face you.

You kiss me quickly and then we walk towards the floor of people. We sit down and kiss gently and then a man in the mix is massaging one of my breasts while another starts to finger fuck me. A woman has already found your cock and is sucking on you as the sea of bodies pulls us. A woman licks at my breast and then kisses me firmly as she pinches my hard nipple.

I crawl along on my hands and knees. It seems like a million hands are on me at once and then I feel a man’s cock penetrating me. He enters me from behind as more hands find their way onto my body. I can feel a woman slip beneath me as she starts to lick my clit as the hard cock pounds into me. I try to find you amidst all the faces, but soon I am drowning in my own pleasure. Hands pinch, grab, caress my breasts, the cock slamming into me, the woman’s tongue on my clit, a finger slipped into my tight asshole, a woman kissing my lips.

I am moaning and pushing myself against the ramming cock. Soon my orgasm begins and I start to moan louder. The cock without a face empties itself into me and then pulls away. The woman cleans the mess with her tongue and inserts two of her fingers inside me. She then pulls herself away from me and I collapse to the floor. Hands are still all over my body and once I regain myself, I move along the floor.

I find a young woman lying with her legs spread wide. She has a man standing over her with his cock in her mouth. Hands are on both her breasts, but no one is attending to her beautiful, ripe, wet cunt and I bring myself to her. I drop my face into her flesh and lap voraciously at her little button. I can feel her squirming around my head as I suck lightly and lick around her clit. I slip in two fingers and fuck her while I eat her juicy little peach.

She starts to shake as her orgasm takes her. She is moaning against the man’s cock and I am moaning into her as she expels herself. I lick her and continue to push my fingers in and out of her. My ass is in the air and I can feel a cock enter my asshole. I keep licking at her as he keeps slipping in and out of me. I can feel hands on my hips as I am pulled against the cock in my ass. I scramble to keep myself at the woman’s pussy, but want to take more of the cock into me as well.

I finish the woman off once more and then pull my mouth away. She is now looking down at me and smiling widely. I push back against the cock in my ass and moan loudly as I smile back at her. Another woman slips under me and starts to lick my nipple while her hands move between my thighs and she slips three fingers in. Once my juices are really flowing, she slips in a fourth as the cock continues to ream my asshole.

She keeps her momentum in time with the cock in my ass and twists a nipple between her fingertips. She slowly moves her thumb up inside me and begins to gently twist and push her hand inside. Pain shoots through me, but extreme pleasure at the same time. She pushes farther in and once she gets past “the ring”, she makes a fist. She slowly twists her fist in half circles inside of me. I look down between my thighs and see that she is past the wrist inside my cunt.

I moan again as her pressure stays consistent with the ramming in my ass and I start to twitch and flex against her fist. My orgasm comes and I start to cry out. The dick in my ass keeps ramming and then wetness slips out as he fills me up. The woman keeps moving her hand gently and then slowly pulls away from me. The man pulls his cock out and I slowly pull myself away to the edge of the group.

As I near the edge, I see you with your face buried between a redheads thighs and a blonde licking your cock as she slips a finger in and out of your asshole. I start to move towards you and assist the blonde in devouring your cock. We both lick up the sides and then take turns slipping our mouths down over your shaft. I look up at you while I wait my turn, your mouth still pleasuring the redhead.

The blonde and I continue to take our turns and occasionally lick up the sides of your cock as I grip your balls in my hand and her finger continues in and out of your ass. Soon, you are getting close and I can feel your getting harder. I give the blonde one more turn and then take you into my mouth to finish you off. You explode and I swallow all I can, some dripping down from my lips as I pull away from you. The blonde leans close to me and licks the drips from my chin and then licks you the rest of the way clean.
“Are you ready to move on?” I ask. “Or do you want to go home?”

“Is there more still?” you ask.

“Oh, indeed there is, my sweet,” I say.

“Then let us move on,” you reply.

We make our way out of the people and over to the showers. We clean each other, getting all the oil off and then grab two towels as we walk back to the room where our clothes are. We step inside and dress once again. We exit the small room and re-enter the large room with all the doors. “Hmmm…Four doors that we still have not entered, but I am getting tired,” I think to myself. “And sore for that matter.”

I look at you and say, “Well, which door now?” You look around the room and point to a smaller door across the room. We walk towards it and just before we get there, you pull me close to you. You kiss me deeply and then lean close to my ear.

“This has been amazing,” you whisper. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

I smile at you and then open the door. Again, as with the last room, we are in a small room with several lockers and another door on the far again. We take off our clothes and then go through the door.

Inside is a banquet hall. There are many men and women in the room. There is enough food lain on the table to feed hundreds, all sorts of foods, fruits, desserts, meals and beverages. Men and women are engaged in various acts, some just feeding the food to each other, others using the food in a sexual manner. There is a corner that appears to have a tub full of flavored gelatin that people are “wrestling” in.

We walk over to the table and you take a pear from the fruit dish. You bring it to my mouth and I take a bite. The juice drips and you catch it with your tongue. I take another bite and then kiss you, letting you taste the pear juice from my lips and then I take it from your hand and set it down. I pick up a strawberry and drag it through a large bowl of whipped cream. I bring it to your mouth and as you lean forward to bite into it, I pull it away and kiss you. I then lick the cream quick with my tongue and let you have a taste. You sink your teeth into the berry, the cream on your lips and I lick the excess away.

You take handfuls of a few desserts and start wiping them across my breasts and between my thighs. You slip a finger inside me and then pull it out and let me lick your fingers. You lick at my nipples, covered in chocolate, whipped cream and jelly. I take some pudding from a dish and smear it over you, leaning forward to lick it away almost as quickly as I put it on you.

You pull me against you and I can feel your sticky sweet hands on my ass. You kiss me and I can feel the stickiness between us. You push me back and then lower yourself between my thighs. You slip your tongue between my velvet lips and circle my clit with your tongue. You flick it and suck lightly as you slide two fingers inside slowly. I look down to see you peering up over my mound, into my eyes.

You continue to lick at me and soon slip a third finger inside. You move them in and out at a consistent pace and lick in time with your hand motions. I start to move my hips with you and you increase your speed as you bring me closer to orgasm. I tighten myself against your fingers and you feel the pressure and heat there. You lick faster and press a little harder with your tongue as you strive to bring me to orgasm. You rub your thumb between my clit and hole, pressing firmly in circles. You run your tongue flat up over my clit again and again and I can feel it coming. I grab against the table and look at you as my orgasm takes me.

You continue your motions until my shaking calms. You stand before me and I wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you. We walk together around the table, picking up food along the way and taking tastes of all the delicacies. We walk past a man and a woman, the man fucking the woman with a large banana. We see another couple, the woman lying on the floor with a large apple pie between her thighs as the man comes forward and buries his face in the pie.

We make our way to the tub of gelatin. There are two women and one man already in the tub, but there is plenty of room for both of us. We get inside and one of the women comes close to me. “May I play with your breasts?” she asks. “I think they are beautiful.”

I look at her, thank her, and nod as she comes closer. She puts her slick hands on my breasts and plays with the nipples. You watch as she fondles me and I bring my hand down onto your hard cock. She starts licking and gently biting at my breasts and I start to stroke your cock. She moves her face from one breast to the other, licking, biting and sucking as her hands massage them, occasionally pulling at my nipples. I increase the speed of my stroke on your cock and look as you watch the woman.

I gently squeeze your cock as I stroke you and the woman pinches my nipples harder as her tongue traces around them. You are still watching her and then glance to me a moment. Your eyes return to her as she continues to play with my breasts. I increase my speed and feel you get a little harder as you come close to your orgasm. The woman says, “Would it be ok if I kissed you?”

I nod and she brings her face close and touches my lips gently with hers. She starts to move even closer to me and I can feel her against my thigh as her tongue slips into my mouth. I pump along your cock faster still and I can feel as you release your load. I slow my movements as the woman and I continue to kiss.

The woman moves away from me and we decide to get out of the tub. We step out and there is another door, marked “CLEAN”. We go through the door and step into a room of showers. We get under the spray of one and get completely cleaned off, playing with each other some as we do. There is another door at the far end of the shower room and we go through it. Inside there are massage tables with women standing next to them, some of them occupied by other guests. We each decide a massage would feel excellent and each take a table.

I lie down on the table and immediately the woman’s hands, warm and slick, are on me. She begins at my neck, rubbing firmly. She massages down along my back and over my ass, she takes care and moves slowly, giving me full relaxation. She continues down along my legs and then asks me to turn over. She then starts up by my chest and works her way down. She spends a significant amount of time at my breasts, almost playing with my nipples rather than giving me a massage.

She runs her hands across my stomach and then down across my shaved mound. Her hands feel so warm and wonderful as then run across my skin. She slips her hands between my thighs and rubs gently along my tender, pink flesh. I moan quietly as I fall into deep relaxation and she starts to play with my “naughty bits”. I am swept into a semi conscious state, focused only on the sensations between my thighs. Soon I am starting to orgasm and she continues to move down towards my feet. I am stunned that she was able to bring me to orgasm and as I lay there a moment to regain myself, I realize that she has left.

I look over and see your massage is almost complete and you have a large grin on your face. You must have received a similar treatment. I was so lost in my own world, I didn’t even pay attention to what was going on with you. I sit up on my table and look over at you. The woman finishes with you and you sit up as well. The women return with our clothes and we take them and put them on.

We move to one another and you take me in your arms. “Are you ready to go?” I ask. “Or would you still like to explore more?”

You seem to ponder this a moment and then kiss me deeply. “How are you feeling?” you ask. “Are you wanting to stay longer or are you wanting to go home?”

“Well, I am a little tired and a little sore as well, but that massage really helped to relax me,” I say. “I could go for one more exploration and then we can head home.”

“I think that sounds great,” you say. “Although, I think something fairly tame would be a good idea,” you say with a grin.

I nod agreement and we walk to a door at the end of the room. We go through and there is a long blue hallway, similar to the one that we saw earlier in red. We find an unoccupied room and enter. Inside is a large bed, a selection of sex toys and a small phone. Included in the toys are various whips, harnesses, restraints, vibrators and dildos, butt plugs, anal beads and gags. The bed has large posts that almost reach the ceiling with thick metal rings spaced evenly from top to bottom.

I walk over to the phone and pick it up. There is no dial tone, only a voice on the other end. It says, “Can I help you?”

I ask the woman on the other end what she has to offer and she replies, “Well, I can send a mixture of male or female partners to you, up to six total.” “Would you like me to send anyone?”

I think a moment and say, “Yes, please send one woman in about an hour.” She agrees and then hangs up her end of the phone. I put the phone down and get you undressed. I lie you down on the bed and then stand over you, slowly taking off my clothes as I strip for you. I drop my dress down onto your chest and gently rub between my thighs over my sheer panties, my wetness seeping through and making the material slickery. Already your cock is hardening. I unhook my bra and drop that onto you as well as I start to play with my breasts. I move my head down as I raise one nipple to the tip of my tongue. I lick at it as you watch me intently.

I lower myself against you, letting you feel the wetness of my panties as I rub against your stiff cock. I slide down along your body, breathing hot breath against you as I move along. I bring myself up along your body, dragging along your cock as I come up and kiss you on the neck. I spin around and crawl down to the end of the bed, wiggling my ass for you as I go.

When I get to the end, I start to pull away my panties. I stand up and say, “Get some restraints, I want you to tie me to the bed standing up.”

You reach over and grab two wrist restraints and stand behind me on the bed. You fasten one wrist to one bedpost and the other wrist to the other side. You run your hands down along my body and smack me on the ass a few times, gently. You then pull yourself close to me from behind and run your hands down over my stomach and then to my wet pussy.

You start to slip inside me and you feel so incredible. I pull against the restraints as you pull against my hips and thrust inward. You bite into my neck as you push and then the door opens. A luscious brunette walks in. Her hair is to her ass and loose and she is wearing a short, silky, black robe. She walks over and removes her robe as you continue to take me from behind. Her breasts are large and a welcomed sight as you thrust from behind. She stands before me and presses her face into my crotch, licking at my clit as you continue to thrust.

Almost immediately I can feel my orgasm hit and I start to cry out. The woman continues to lick and you keep pushing harder into me. You are grabbing at my breasts as you pull me back towards you. You push hard and fast a few times and then let out a groan as you shoot inside me. The woman keeps licking as the wetness drips down my thighs.

You pull out of me and release my wrists from the restraints. I drop to the bed and lie on my side. You lie down in front of me, holding me close. The woman moves around to the table with the toys and rummages through them. She makes a few motions and then comes to lie behind me on the bed. As she moves closer, I can feel a dildo pressing against my ass. She strokes my hair and kisses along my back.

You kiss my face and say, “two at once?” I look at you and nod as you move closer to me and I wrap one leg over you. You slowly insert your cock into my pussy as the woman enters my ass from behind. You both slowly move in and out of my holes and my orgasm builds. I pull you close to me and kiss you ravenously. You push in and the feeling of both in at once is incredible. I moan loudly as your hand moves along my hip and over to the woman behind me, pulling her closer to us.

She is running a hand through my hair and pulling lightly. She kisses along my neck as she continues to penetrate my ass with the strap on. You push into me from the front and I pull at your back, leaving marks as my nails graze your skin. You bite into my neck as you thrust; making me almost hit my mark.

Both of you seem to be thinking the same thing as you both increase your stroke speed and I feel myself reaching orgasm. My body twitches and shivers between you and the woman and soon you are joining me. You grunt into my neck as you unleash yourself. I kiss your neck and the woman behind me slows and runs her fingers along my back.

She pulls out of me and I move slowly away from you. “Thank you very much,” I say. “That was wonderful, but I think we are done for the night.”

With that the woman grabs her robe, takes off the strap on leaving it on the floor and leaves the room. You get off the bed and pull me close to you. We stand there a moment, holding one another and you say, “Ready to go home?”

I nod against your chest and we collect our things and head to the limo. On the way to my place, we talk about the events of the evening and how incredibly satisfied, yet exhausted, we are. I rest my head against your shoulder and snooze the rest of the way home.

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Back in Jen's room, the girls were all sitting in a circle on the bed having an intense conversation. "I know it's not the best time in my life for it," Jen said, "but somehow I just have no doubt or fear in my mind. I'll find a way to make it work. It's so right. I've never been surer of anything."

"Me too, Jen. I know exactly what you mean," said Helen.

"Same here," said Kelly.

"So what are we waiting for?" asked Trisha.

"Let's do it!" said Jen.

"Wait, Jen, let's think this through first," Helen said. "What are you going to say? Are you just going to knock on his door and tell him we all want to have his babies? There's no way he'd agree to that, even if we could seduce him. He already said he's married and won't cheat. He wouldn't even do it with protection, much less without."

"Shit, you're right." Jen sat back down on the bed in frustration.

They all sat in silence for a few minutes. Then suddenly a phone rang. Nobody moved. They all looked around at each other.

"Is that yours?"

"No I thought it was yours."

"Where is it?"

"Hey it's in the closet... Here it is. This isn't any of yours?"

"Nope."

"Not mine."

"No.

"Holy shit it's his! Who does it say is calling?"

"It says home."

Jen's face lit up with an evil grin. "Give me that." The phone had stopped ringing. Jen opened it up and copied Jim's home number into her phone. "Kelly, download those pictures, just for backup. You're bringing your camera for show and tell."

Jim had just gotten in bed when there was a soft knock on his door. He fastened the safety latch to the door, opened it until the latch stopped it, and looked out through the gap. It was the girls from across the hall. All four of them. They were wearing PJs and wicked-looking smiles. There was lust in all of their eyes -- not just in Jen's anymore. Nobody seemed to be able to speak for a long moment as the virus hit all five of them hard with fresh waves of lust. Finally Jim croaked out a "What's up?"

"Jim," Jen whispered slowly, "we want to stay up and party a little more. We can't do it in our room with the coach right next door. Can we use yours?"

"Uh... I'm sorry girls, I don't trust myself."

"Ok then. We'll just go and make some prank calls, since there's nothing else to do. Oh speaking of calls, you left this in our closet." She held up his phone.

"Hey Jim, didn't this picture turn out great?" Kelly asked, holding up her camera, which was displaying the first picture of Jim and Nicole kissing. His face, eyes closed and covered with lipstick kiss marks, was turned partly toward the camera and clearly recognizable.

"Shit," Jim said, and banged his head on the wall a few times. "Ok I get it. What do you want from me?"

Jen smiled a truly wicked smile and paused, savoring the moment. "Your pants, Jim." The other girls suppressed giggles. "Let us in."

He swallowed hard, uncertain what to say to make them not follow through on their threat or how exactly he'd explain this to his wife if they did. The pictures were just kissing -- it could be worse. Anyway, there was no way in hell he was going to let these lust-crazed girls in.

He took a deep breath. It was a big mistake. His nostrils filled with the smell of their desire. That smell, combined with a huge wave of arousal from the virus, seemed to temporarily knock something loose inside of Jim. He closed his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, trying to regain control. Jen saw his tented boxers come into view in the crack in the door. She reached a slender arm in and stroked his erection lightly. Jim gasped and opened his eyes wide as his hips involuntarily thrust toward the door. Jen's warm hand closed around his cock through the thin cotton. Helen's hand found his balls and cupped them gently. Kelly reached through the door and lightly scratched along his chest with her fingernails.

"Jim, we just want to play," Jen said as she drew his cock out into the open air of the hallway. "Don't you want to feel just a little more of this?"

Jim's momentarily overwhelmed brain did not seem up to the task of producing a coherent sentence, much less any actual thinking. He just moaned.

"Jim?" No answer. "Everyone stop touching him for a sec. Hey! Helen, hands off!" She slapped at Helen's hand, which reluctantly withdrew from his cock. "Ok. Jim? Hello in there Jim. Want more?"

"Mmmmmm..."

"More?"

"Yessss!"

"Ok then open the door, sweetie, and you can have all you want. We're all yours."

"Door?"

"Yes Jim, just open the door."

"Ahhhh!" he gasped as Trisha took his cock into her mouth.

"Trish! What the hell! Fucking freshmen! Cut it out for a sec, all of you!" Jen pushed Trisha off and elbowed everyone else's reaching hands out of the way, blocking their access to him. "OK. Jim? You want more? All you have to do is open the door."

"Door?"

"Yes, door. Open and we're all yours. Open the door. Do it now."

"Wife. Can't cheat."

"Not Wife, Jim. Wrong thought. Think pictures. Think phone call. Think blackmail, Jim. Not cheating. Not your choice. Not your fault."

"Not my fault?"

"That's right Jim. Blackmail. No choice. Not your fault," she said as she pushed his cock back out of the door crack. He seemed like he might have been about to close the door on himself. "Now open up, and it will all be better. You can have all you want, and it's not your fault."

The door slowly closed. There was a clicking sound. The girls waited in breathless anticipation for a long moment.

And then it opened.

Jim stumbled back into the room as the four girls swarmed in. They were all around him, pressing and grinding against him and running their hands everywhere. His boxers were quickly tugged off. There was a minute or two of chaotic groping, kissing and grinding in which all of the girls shed their clothes. Then Jim's brain began to function again, but not nearly well enough to question the idea that he had no choice, which it had accepted in its earlier weakened state directly from Jen's mouth. He had no choice, so he might as well enjoy it. He was enjoying it immensely of course, but this was too much of a chaotic blur, and he wanted to remember each of them. If this was to be the hottest thing that ever happened to him, which seemed quite likely despite how amazing his brief encounter with Nicole had been, he would curse himself for years if he didn't remember what they looked like.

He decided to try to appreciate and memorize each of their bodies as best he could, one at a time. He turned to Kelly, the tall brunette with the kind of cold beauty that intimidated men, especially men like Jim. But now her body was his to do whatever he wanted with. Her eyes were closed and she writhed and moaned in response to his touch, as if it was somehow ticklish even just to touch her small breasts. He ran his hands all up and down her, reveling in the feel of her soft young skin against his while trying to get a look at her lanky, athletic body. He had to hold her away from him to get a good look -- she was doing her best to press as close as possible to him at all times. Then he gave in and drew the girl close again for a kiss, feeling her whole body pressing and grinding against his while his hands squeezed her cute, perky ass.

He then repeated the process with Helen. When he finally drew her in for a kiss she was able to maneuver his cock so that it ran along the outside of her pussy. The sensations were incredible. His cock ran along the outside of her a few more times while his hands found Kelly and Trisha's slits. Both had surprisingly tiny openings. Jen pressed her body tightly against him from behind. All of their hands were caressing him everywhere they could reach. It felt far too good. Afraid he might embarrass himself soon, he broke away and turned to Trisha. She seemed to be the youngest of the group, with a stunningly sweet, fresh face, blond hair, and small, jutting breasts. Her pale, tiny body was a little on the thin side, but healthy and hourglass-shaped. It was very difficult to keep her away from him long enough to get a good look. Despite how sexy her young body was, he was even more turned on by her sweet face and beautiful eyes. He put both hands on her flushed cheeks to make her look into his eyes instead of down at his cock. Her response was to close her eyes and kiss him while pressing her whole body tightly against his.

Then he finally turned to Jen. Unlike the others, she cooperated when he pushed her away to get a look at her. As he was running his hands all over her tight, tanned body, she stepped her legs apart as she had earlier that night. His hands instantly sought her crotch and he relived that memory for a moment, watching her gorgeous lithe frame stretched out and grinding against his hand as he stroked her sopping wet sex. Then she turned away from him, spreading her legs and pushing her unbelievably hot ass backwards toward him. It was perfect -- rounded but tight, smooth, and perfectly transitioning into her shapely thighs below and narrow waist above. Even before she spread her legs there was a sizable gap between her upper thighs. With them spread and her back arched, her beautiful pussy opened up to his view. He couldn't resist it. He stepped forward until his cock rubbed along the outside of her slit. She moaned and ground against him, then spit into her hand and brought it to the underside of his cock, pressing it harder against her while coating its other side as he gave a few thrusts between her hand and her pussy. Then she arched her back again while pushing his cock backwards until the tip nestled in her tight entrance. She paused, savoring the moment.

Jim wanted her so badly he could hardly think, and the sudden feeling of her tight entrance around his tip was heavenly, but it also brought back to his lust-clouded mind the consequences of a similar moment less than an hour earlier. Somehow recovering his willpower, he put his hands against her ass to keep her from pushing back onto him.

"Wait. Don't we need condoms? There's a pharmacy not far from here. I could be back in 15 minutes," he said.

"No," said Helen in his ear. Her body was pressed up behind him, so he couldn't see her wicked smile. "We're all on the pill. Don't worry."

A small part of his brain pointed out that pregnancy was not the only thing to be worried about here. Of course, none of them could have known yet that the virus made all of them immune to all forms of infectious diseases, as it would soon do for the entire world. The girls simply didn't care, and for Jim the thought was drowned out by a wave of pleasure as Helen's hands on his ass held him still and Jen pushed the first inch back onto his cock, overpowering the feeble resistance of his hands. He gasped. The sensation was incredible, as was the sight. The moment in the closet with Nicole had been mind-blowing in its own way, but it had been too dark to see. This time, he could see Jen's pussy stretching around him as his cock slid slowly into her tanned body. God, what a body! He couldn't get over how gorgeous Jen's skin was. Her shape wasn't as extreme of an hourglass as Trisha's, but something about her -- maybe her flawless skin, the way she held herself, her confidence, or the way she moved -- something just made her by far the sexiest. He wanted to come inside of Jen. But he was dying to sample the other girls too.

To his relief, another difference about this time was that he seemed somewhat more prepared for the waves of pleasure. He had been dreading coming on the first stroke into Jen, as he basically had with Nicole, but as he finally buried himself all the way in her he was only feeling a slight early warning tingle. Jen leaned forward and rested one hand on the bed while stroking her clit with the other. He pulled back out slowly, deliciously, and then slid back in. After a few more glorious strokes he felt his orgasm building. Just to be on the safe side, he paused deep inside her and closed his eyes for a minute. He found Kelly and Trisha's pussies with his hands and again marveled at how tight their entrances were. He positioned a fingertip at each of their tiny entrances while sliding most of the way out of Jen, and then suddenly penetrated all three girls at once, producing gasps from Kelly and Trisha and a moan from Jen. His index fingers were only inside Kelly and Trisha about a quarter inch. He didn't know a girl could be so tight. It didn't feel like anything bigger than a finger could possibly fit in there.

He was dying to find out. After savoring two more strokes inside of Jen, he pulled out and turned toward Kelly, who was facing him with her legs slightly apart grinding against his left hand, with his index finger still wedged tightly just inside her entrance. He maneuvered his erection between her legs and began rubbing it against her exposed and engorged clitoris. She groaned with need and tilted her pelvis toward him, holding onto his shoulders and leaning her upper body back. This caused his tip to slide toward her entrance. He took his finger out and let his cock take its place. He pushed gently and felt the tight constriction around the very tip of his cock that indicated he was in the right place. But he couldn't seem to get it to go any farther. Was it the wrong angle? He bent his knees slightly, getting more directly lined up, and tried pushing again. It only went in a tiny bit more. She really was too tight!

He caught Kelly's eye and said "I think it won't fit."

Kelly looked down and mumbled something out of the side of her mouth to Jen. Jen giggled at them and shook her head, then got behind Kelly, and with a nod to Trisha behind him, pushed Kelly down hard. Trisha's hands were on Jim's butt, and she pushed at the same time. Kelly's eyes widened and locked on his, but nothing else happened for a moment. Jim would never have pushed this hard, reasoning that a girl that tight would need him to go slow and give her time to adjust. He hadn't imagined the possibility that one of these wanton sluts could be a virgin. Jen and Trisha pushed even harder, and suddenly Kelly's hymen gave with a pop. Finally Jim understood as he slid an inch into her virgin pussy. The realization that he was taking this gorgeous young girl's virginity was such a huge turn on that Jim was instantly back near the edge of orgasm. Fortunately the other girls held them still while Kelly's initial pain passed.

Helen had a hand in between them gently rubbing Kelly's clitoris, which soon produced some moaning and grinding again from the partially deflowered girl. Jim slowly started to move a little bit in and out, going slightly deeper each time. He still had to apply quite a bit of force because of her tightness, despite how wet she was. Whenever he went in a little farther, she clenched up even tighter and grunted softly, making any further movement almost impossible for a few seconds until she relaxed. Soon he was fully buried in her and moving, still slowly, but continually all the way in and out. She leaned her head back, resting it on Jen's shoulder. All traces of pain had left her expression as she arched her body and thrust her hips to meet him. Jen's hands played with her nipples and Helen's with her clitoris. Jim had one of her perky, cute butt cheeks gripped tightly in each hand for leverage. He started to push in harder with each stroke, reveling in the amazing tightness of this girl and the thought that he was taking someone's cherry -- a first for him. And all he knew about her was her first name. And her lanky young body was amazing, not to mention the model-like cold beauty of her face. She was REAL! That was his cock sliding into this textbook definition of an unattainable woman. This combination of thoughts was far too sexy. He had to pause again for a moment to avoid coming.

Kelly whimpered and tried to move again, but he held her still. "More, more!" she moaned.

"Just a sec. I don't want to come yet" he said.

This seemed to drive her wild. "Oh god! Do it now! I need your come in me!" she grabbed his hips and forced herself up slightly off of him, then back down, hard. Her pussy began to convulse around him in a powerful orgasm as she moaned and shook and begged for him to come in her. He didn't want to come yet! There were still two other girls he hadn't tried, and he wanted to make it back to Jen! As his body hovered on the very brink of orgasm he gripped her tighter, holding himself motionless deep inside her as she writhed and tried unsuccessfully to lift off of him again. His erection gave a little pre-orgasm spurt of come deep inside her, but he didn't actually release yet. He could tell he was going to be able to back down from it in a few more seconds of stillness.

Kelly's eyes had gone wide and a bizarre expression had entirely replaced the look of orgasmic pleasure on her face. It was almost a look of triumph. Or fulfillment. She looked like she was about to cry with joy. Like this was the best moment of her life. She was babbling about something. He heard the words clearly but they just didn't make any sense to Jim's pleasure-clouded brain. "I felt it! I felt him putting his baby in me! Oh thank you Jim, thank you! It's inside me! I'm so happy!"

The other girls all went insane. Even more insane, that is. Jen ripped Kelly off of him and dropped her, wheeling back toward him and shouting "Mine!" At the same time Trisha, who had been pressed against his back, tried to come around to his vacant right side while reaching for his cock, but Helen's hand was there first, pulling him toward her as she sat back onto the dresser with her legs spread. Trisha's legs got tangled with Jim's and she was flung onto the bed. Jen was still extricating herself from Kelly's indignantly flailing limbs on the floor. Jim was half-falling toward Helen. She kept her left hand on his cock and made sure that he fell directly into her pussy, sliding immediately all the way in. The stimulation was, of course, more than enough to push him over the edge.

"Oh! I'm coming!" he moaned as he grabbed her waist, pulled back, and thrust deeply inside her soft pussy again. He was spurting inside of this girl moments after taking another girls' virginity, and he wasn't even sure what this one's name was. Heather? Hanna? Her button-cute little face was overflowing with joy as she looked deeply into his eyes, watching the signs of his orgasm intently.

With an animal snarl, Jen ripped him out of Helen and threw him back onto the bed next to Trisha, quickly jumping on top of him before the younger girl could. He had spurted twice inside of Helen, but as Jen fumbled with his cock to get it lined up with her entrance, his orgasm somehow seemed to pause and wait for her. Then it resumed as she sank her tight, tanned body down onto him and milked the last of his come, rocking sensually up and down with a look of triumph that fit her sexy little party-girl face much better than it had fit Helen's or Kelly's.

"No fair!" Trisha whined at Jen, "Let me have some."

"Sorry kiddo, I think he's done for a little while," Jen said as she slid off him and quickly put her hand over her pussy to try to keep his come from leaking out. Helen, still over on the dresser, was doing the same.

Comprehension was starting to dawn on Jim. "But you're all on the pill! Aren't you?"

Trisha saw the growing panic in his eyes and realized she might not get another chance. Before Jim could stand up, she jumped on top of him, lined him up with her entrance, and pushed down with all of her might. Her hymen gave and despite the pain she immediately shoved all the way down onto him. Then, pausing only briefly, she pulled almost all the way out, and pushed down onto him again. Her already tight, tiny, virginal pussy was clenching with pain, making it very difficult to move him in and out, but using her whole weight plus the wiry strength of her arms pulling up on his waist, she was able to do it.
Jim was stunned. Another virgin? And her pussy was even tighter than Kelly's, due to her small size and the fact that she wasn't taking time to adjust to him. A partner's pain was most definitely NOT a turn-on for Jim, but in this case the message it sent was overwhelmingly sexy. She wanted his seed, NOW, before he had a chance to change his mind. The expression on her sweet, innocent face made it clear she didn't like pain any more than he did, but she was willing to do anything to get his DNA. Anything to get his baby in her womb. What was her name again? Jim was appalled to find that this line of thought was an enormous turn-on. As nice and civilized as he thought he was, when it came right down to it his body wanted to reproduce, with his moral approval or without it. Her pace sped up and suddenly Jim was amazed to feel himself close to orgasm again, less than a minute after the end of the last one.

"Wow, I think he might come again," said Jen, studying his face.

"Trisha you better share!" shouted Kelly, suddenly standing up. "I only got one little spurt!"

Trisha was slamming her pale, beautifully shaped little body up and down on his erection, elation replacing pain on her sweet face at the thought of his impending orgasm inside her. He reached what he thought was the peak and hung there for a long moment. Was he out of semen? He was in completely new territory now -- he had had no idea it was even possible to come again so soon, not to mention three times in an hour. Then the real peak hit him. It was a whole other level of pleasure he had never known was possible. He was spurting into Trisha and involuntarily shouting with each wave of it. Jen and Kelly suddenly lifted her off of him and flung her onto her side on the bed next to him. Again his orgasm seemed to miraculously pause while Kelly mounted him. She sank onto him and milked the last spurts from his otherwise motionless body.

Laughing, hugging each other, dancing around, and even crying with joy, the girls put their pajamas back on and returned to their room, leaving Jim naked and unconscious on the bed.

They had literally fucked him senseless.

* * * * *

During all of this, the virus had been busy. Clearly the new approach had worked wonders. It still couldn't begin to understand either the sounds these hosts seemed to use to communicate or how their brains worked. But whereas before their brain functioning and communication had acted largely as barriers to the motivations the virus was creating, now it seemed to be quite the opposite in all of the hosts except Jim. The other hosts now seemed to be acting much more as allies. The virus felt that it could trust them now, even though it couldn't really understand them. Whatever they had communicated to Jim through the door with their strange, complex sound patterns had seemed to dissolve much of his resistance.

Even though the virus couldn't see a way to get Jim to stop resisting replication, the other hosts around him seemed to be able to take care of that, once they were modified with Mary's desire to replicate and with the arousal pattern discovered by the Jen-probe. But the pace was so slow! Including Nicole with the other four, there were five hosts in which Jim had ruptured, and the virus had made sure they each released four eggs. In other words, all of its efforts so far could only produce at most 20 Jim-replications. More hosts were needed. Many more.

Since Jim had also made efforts to resist spreading probes, the other hosts would have to take on that function as well. It was time to make the transition from mere exploratory probes to a full-blown viral spread. The virus developed a much easier way to induce a sneeze by stimulating a tiny part of the brain instead of physically tickling the nose. Based on this, it created a new form of probe and installed it in Kelly in the last moments before contact was broken. It was highly simplified. Its mission was to spread via sneezing and simply establish a few pre-programmed capabilities in each fertile host. Because these new probes did not need to explore or analyze, they could become fully operational in half an hour instead of 8 hours. It also included instructions for old versions of the probe, so that sneeze-messages from hosts with the new probe would cause any already-infected hosts to be fully upgraded within seconds. Of course, just like the explorer probe, the new probe would avoid harming its host in any way, feeding off of tumors, dying cells, and the like.

But even if many more hosts were available at this moment, Jim seemed to be in no condition to replicate again, or do much of anything for that matter. The virus had seen how difficult it was to make his second orgasm happen. He had almost run out of fluid by being very inefficient and releasing far too much at a time. That could be corrected. By watching Kelly, the virus had just learned that if even a small amount of fluid was released deep inside a woman while she was coming, the pumping action of her orgasm could propel the fluid just to the right spot. So this is the function of the female orgasm! The new probe would therefore also have to be able to induce a female orgasm, timed perfectly to coincide with such a spurt from Jim. And the virus would also need to suppress unnecessary additional spurts, while giving Jim the same amount of pleasure as a regular orgasm. The pleasure was clearly there to motivate Jim to replicate, and the last thing Jim seemed to need was less of that motivation.

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Almost the entire team was gathered in the lobby to wait for the bus, which seemed to be running late. Kelly had been there for a while, and had already set off a chain reaction of sneezing among several of the girls on the team. The sneezing fits had died down for a while, only reviving briefly when the two hotel maids walked through, pushing their carts. Shortly after this, Jen, Helen, and Trisha had arrived. Kelly motioned them over to see the new picture she had loaded as the background on her phone.

"Aw!"

"So cute!"

"Send it to me!"

"Me too!"

"What's so cute?" one of the other girls asked, as she leaned over to take a look. "Oh my god is that Nicole? Haha! Wow, don't show her boyfriend! Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name is Jim," Trisha said. "Isn't he dreamy?"

"Haha Trish! Zing! We'll make a bitch out of you yet. Now share that pic!"

Another girl had leaned in to look. "Wait, isn't he Sneezy the dwarf, from the hot tub?" Her new viral programming instantly kicked in as she looked at the picture. She gasped. She needed this man! Where could she find him?

A girl who had heard the story of Sneezy second-hand leaned in and looked. "What a tool! What was she thinking? Hey! Nicole made out with Sneezy the dwarf!" She turned back to Kelly. "You have GOT to share this pic!"

The picture quickly found its way onto almost every cell phone on the team. The girls who had not gone swimming found it hilarious, and the others had quite a different reaction, but played along.

Meanwhile, the hotel maids had reached Jim's room. They knocked, waited, and then entered the room and began cleaning. They propped the door open so they could easily get cleaning supplies from their carts in the hall. Maria started on the bathroom while Rosa went in to strip the bed. There was a man sound asleep on the bed, face up, bare naked, and uncovered. The hotel policies demanded that they instantly leave. But something stopped her. She took a closer look at his face, and then suddenly had to lean against the wall for support as a wave of lust overtook her. His naked body had done nothing for her, but looking at his face she had suddenly decided she had to have him. No, not just have him; have his baby! In a haze of lust she forgot about her coworker, she forgot to close the door, she forgot all hotel policies, and she forgot to ask Jim's permission. She hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties. Stepping over to him, she lightly stroked his cock and watched it grow. He made a slight whimper. It sounded like "No, Jen." His eyes were still closed. He was fully erect. In one smooth motion she climbed on top of him and positioned his shaft at the entrance to her dripping pussy.

Jen and the other girls had haunted his dreams all night. They were hunting him down like an animal. The dream reoccurred throughout the night in various locales: a forest, a ruined city, a swamp. He was always naked and shivering cold. There were always hundreds of them, or even thousands in one terrifying mob scene, and they always caught him in the end, usually because he sneezed at the wrong moment, giving away his hiding place. Then inexplicably he would be free before they could do anything to him, but they were always hot on his trail.

Finally they caught him in a hotel room. Jen was dressed as a tribal priestess. She looked about 18 months pregnant. She was passing judgment on him. Her sexy face was twisted into a truly sinister scowl. She sentenced him to be strapped in to a big machine, which knocked the door down and came into the room on creaky wheels and seemed to be speaking Spanish as he was strapped to its underside, six feet off the floor and facing downward. The machine rubbed a felt-covered appendage spasmodically against his cock to make him hard. A girl entered the room shackled to a conveyor belt on all fours, her wide-open pussy facing Jim. The machine started moving, matching speeds with the conveyor belt. Then it suddenly pivoted Jim violently down and forward, plunging his cock into the girl's pussy, at which point he spurted a tiny bit of his seed inside her. Then, just as quickly he was pivoted back out and the machine jerked to a stop while the girl on the belt kept going and passed through a curtain of black plastic strips in the opposite wall, just like in an airport baggage claim.

With the sound and motion of an enormous typewriter's carriage return, the machine then slammed him back over to the other side of the room just in time as another naked girl came into view, strapped into the belt in the exact same position. Again the same dizzying plunge all the way to the hilt inside her, the tiny spurt of come, the jerky withdrawal and the violent return to the other side of the room. Again and again the same precisely timed, mechanical motions, completely out of his control. No choice, no variation, no chance to see their faces, no time to savor or appreciate anything. The line of girls on the conveyor belt stretched out the door to the horizon. His wife watched, crying, from a seat in the bleachers next to his parents and his high school English teacher. It was horrific.

Maria heard some odd noises and came out of the bathroom to see what Rosa was up to. She was on her knees on the bed, with her skirt hiked up around her waist, no panties, and the hard cock of a hotel guest in her pussy. Maria couldn't believe her eyes. Then she saw the man's face and she understood.

Nicole and her three roommates were hurrying down the hall toward the lobby. They had to squeeze around the cleaning carts left in the hallway outside of Jim's room. Erin happened to glance in and stopped in her tracks.

"Oh my god what's she doing?" They all stood transfixed. The maid had her skirt bunched up and her hands in her panties rubbing furiously. Her eyes were fixed on the bed, which they couldn't see from the hallway. The bed was creaking.

Nicole spoke up. "Looks like Sneezy's got company," she said, smiling to the other girls as she walked off toward the lobby.

"Sneezy? This is his room?"

"Oh my god!" They were all suddenly overwhelmed with lust, but too stunned to move.

Nicole's amused voice drifted back to them. "Better be quick girls, the bus is leaving any minute."

She heard them rush in. Smiling and not looking back, she strode into the lobby. The coach was outside watching for the bus, and the girls were huddled in small groups looking at cell phones. All conversation instantly ceased as she entered. Girls around the room hurriedly put away their phones. One wasn't fast enough, and Nicole grabbed her wrist and twisted it, looking at the phone with its background picture of her and Jim. Everyone held their breath, watching her, some waiting with glee for her explosion. It didn't come. Instead she smiled serenely and looked around at them all with her eyebrows raised very slightly. There wasn't a hint of shame or embarrassment in her face. Just an odd look of contentment. Real, calm happiness. The girls stared at her. If it was an act, she was an stunningly good actress.

In the silence, Jen asked "Hey Nikki where are your roomies? The coach is gonna be pissed."

In a cool, distinct voice she responded, "If I had to guess, I'd say they're probably gang-raping Sneezy in room 109." This produced a roar of laughter. About half of the girls marveled at how brilliantly Nicole had deflected any possible scorn by being the first to make a joke about Sneezy. Jen and her roommates smiled knowingly. The rest of the girls, those who had gone swimming last night, laughed to play along, but looked sharply at Nicole, trying to tell if there was any truth to this joke. Why mention the room number? Some of them knew it wasn't Nicole's room. A few started drifting back toward the hallway, but at that moment the bus pulled up and the coach came in to herd them outside.

In Jim's dream, the machine seemed to be stuck. Like a broken record, it kept starting to pull him back a few inches out of the girl in front of him, but then with a squeak it reversed its motion and pushed him all the way back in. This was actually producing a rather nice, smooth, even sensuous fucking motion, totally unlike its previous efficient violence. The wall they were approaching on the conveyor belt was somehow far away, but getting closer steadily. He hoped the orgasm he could feel building up would hit him before he hit the wall. Anyway, it was nice to be able to finally take his time and savor this one girl. All of a sudden the dream didn't seem half bad. But somehow he still couldn't see her face, even when she turned her head. That was odd. He really wanted to see her face. Oh, his eyes were closed! He opened them and suddenly he was awake. Or was he? As in the dream, he was fucking a complete stranger. No, not exactly, he realized as his eyes met hers. It was one of the cute maids he met yesterday. The other one was standing at the foot of the bed watching them with both hands buried in her panties. The maid on top of him was letting out a high-pitched squeak with every thrust down onto him. What the hell did she think she was doing? But there was no time to ask. He was about to come, and from the increasing tone of her squeaks she was too. Then it hit them. They both gasped at exactly the same moment as they peaked and began coming. His first spurt was normal, but the ones after it didn't release any semen, although he still spasmed several more times and experienced all the pleasure of a normal orgasm.

The maid on top of him was grinning ear to ear and babbling in Spanish as they came together. He didn't understand a word, but the other maid immediately rushed over to them, also talking fast and with a very familiar look of need on her face. Oh shit. As the first maid began to lift off of him, he suddenly reached up and with all his might flung her off of him onto the other maid, then rolled off the other side of the bed, stood up, and made a break for the exit. Rounding the corner, he ran straight into Nicole's three roommates as they rushed into the room. He was set spinning by a glancing collision with the first one and crashed into the other two. The three of them almost fell to the ground together, but instead managed to find support from a wall. Jim ended up with his back against the wall and a tall girl with long black hair pressed up against him, his erection nestled between her butt cheeks.

She turned her head, looked at his face, and gasped, saying "Oh god, it's him!" She had her shorts down in no time and, reaching back between her legs, brought his still moist cock to her entrance. The other girl, a short brunette, cut off any possibility of protest by grabbing his head forcefully and kissing him. The black-haired girl rubbed his cock up and down in her slit a couple times and then shoved it an inch inside her with a grunt. Jim's brain, still half asleep, was unable to comprehend the situation. Who were these girls? What were they doing here? He had passed out while being fucked by one girl, woken up with another riding him, and now just seconds after coming inside her a third was sliding him deliciously into her tight, wet channel while his mouth was assaulted by a fourth girl. The girl kissing him had also gotten her pants partway down her legs. She captured Jim's right hand and pressed it against her sopping pussy as the black-haired girl finally finished her slow, steady impalement onto his cock and began thrusting his full length, picking up speed with each thrust. He broke the kiss and looked down at her body. God, this girl was hot! He wanted much more time to appreciate her. He wanted her from a different angle too, so that it was less like the fucking-machine dream. He wanted to see her face. He was getting addicted to that crazy expression of joy and fulfillment that his come seemed to bring to their faces, as if it was the best thing that ever happened to them. But incredibly, he could already feel another orgasm approaching not a minute after his last.

"Wait, slow down. I don't want to come yet," he pleaded.

She moaned and sped up, slamming him against the wall with each powerful thrust. "No time. Do it now! Oh god, put your baby in me!"

Jim's body complied. Again it was that odd new kind of orgasm with only one actual spurt of come in the beginning, but then plenty of pleasurable but unproductive spasming afterwards. Again his partner began to come exactly when he did. They rode it out together for a few more thrusts before the other girls ripped them apart. The redhead on his left and the tiny brunette on his right were fighting over him, each trying to turn his body their way. The second maid, now naked except for her shoes and bra, slipped by them both and backed up onto his cock, pressing him back against the wall and producing whimpers of frustration from the other girls.

"No fair, we're in a hurry! You can have him all day!" the brunette said as she tried to push the maid off of him. The redhead joined her. They got her most of the way off, but she stopped herself, bracing her hands on the opposite wall and pushing back hard. The maid slowly started to win the battle. Looking down, Jim was blown away by how sexy her straining, tensed up body was as she slowly pushed back onto him. Unbelievably, he felt the stirrings of another orgasm approaching as she reached the halfway point of her agonizingly slow, forceful stroke. Her ass cheeks were spread wide and tight with effort, allowing him to clearly see every detail of his rock-hard cock impaling her. The tiny brunette had stopped resisting and started stripping her shorts all the way off. Without her resistance, the maid was able to begin thrusting in earnest, bringing Jim quickly to yet another orgasm.

From down the hall, they heard a loud male voice call out "Bus is here! Let's go girls, or we're gonna be late!" The black-haired girl pulled up her shorts and hurried out of the room, grinning ear to ear.

As Jim and the maid began to come together, the brunette vaulted on top of the maid's bent body, landing facing Jim and then leaning back on the maid's back. Her weight caused the maid to stagger, dropping her body lower and forward as she babbled joyfully in spanish about his seed in her womb. His cock sprang free in mid orgasm and came level with the brunette's wide-open pussy. Her hand caught him and guided him in. Still coming, he pushed through her hymen and then all the way into her tiny, tanned body, feeling his cock spurt once again deep inside this lust-crazed and now deflowered stranger. He got in a couple more deep thrusts in her wonderful, virginal, instantly orgasm-wracked little body before the maid fell to her knees below them, causing the brunette to topple to the right onto the floor, but not before grabbing at Jim and throwing him off balance. He tripped and stumbled forward and to the right, finally regaining his balance at the entrance to the bathroom.

The redhead jumped over the maid and lunged at him, pushing him back into the bathroom and then pulling him toward her as she sat back on the counter with her legs spread. His tip touched her slit and she pushed it down to nestle in her entrance, then grabbed his ass and pulled him into her all at once. He started to thrust in and out slowly and she put her hands back on the sink and arched her body in pleasure. He was almost instantly close to coming again! This was just incredible. He looked down at her body stretched out and wide open to him as he slid deep inside her. Her eyes were closed and her adorable little mouth was open, gasping with each thrust. She was gorgeous! She had the same sweet, gentle kind of beauty as every girl he had ever had a crush on. And her skin was fantastically smooth and creamy, almost glowing. It was as good to run his hands along the skin of her thighs or stomach as it was to slide his cock in and out of her.

He forced himself to pause deep inside her to avoid coming. He wanted much more time with this girl. She too was near the brink. She whimpered and tried to grind against him, but in this position he was in control. He slid his hands up around her hips onto her waist, pushing her shirt up to get a better look at her. Her waist had seemed narrow before, but it was hard to tell with her loose shirt hanging down in the way. Now as he raised it above her flat stomach he marveled at how much narrower it was than he had thought. He began to slowly thrust again as he slid the shirt above her breasts and unhooked her bra, taking an upturned breast in each hand and savoring the sight and sensations. He had to pause again. Again, she whimpered. "Come! I need you to come! Make me pregnant!"

"No, not yet. I want you from behind too. And take that shirt off."

"I have to go! There's no time!" she whined, but he was already backing out. She quickly stripped off her shirt as she stood up and turned around, spreading her legs wide apart and putting her hands on the counter. He took his time, running his hands over her wonderfully shaped and deliciously smooth ass, thighs, and waist. He bent down and got a good look at her sweet pink pussy, spreading her outer lips and watching his finger penetrate her little pink opening, then moving his finger back out to play briefly with her engorged and throbbing clitoris. Then he stood up and ran his cock along her slit a few times. Positioning himself at her entrance, he took another long look at her amazing body shape and heavenly skin. Then he made eye contact with her in the mirror and slowly slid deep inside her again. She gasped and tried to start thrusting fast against him, but with his hands on her narrow waist he was in control.

He kept the rhythm slow and sensual, thrusting the full length each time and savoring every bit. He brought himself to the edge of orgasm again and watched her face. She seemed to somehow be exactly as close to coming as he was at all times. He paused only briefly this time, then did a couple thrusts, then paused very briefly again, concentrating on keeping himself right at the edge. He could tell that she was right there too. Every little gasp or moan she gave was a perfect expression of how he was feeling. Incredible! He decided to keep this up for as long as he could and just see what happened. Each time he had to move less and pause a little longer. Each time he paused he held her waist tightly to keep her from pushing them over the edge with the slightest movement.

On the bus, the coach was fuming. "Where the hell is Erin? We're gonna be late! Come on, doesn't anyone know? Who roomed with her?"

Nicole spoke up from the back of the bus. "I did Coach. She'll be here soon. She's having a... female problem."

That answer silenced him for a moment. He heard scattered giggles. "Ok then. I take it it's not a problem that she can deal with in the bus's bathroom?"

"Probably not a good idea, coach."

Ignoring the renewed chorus of suppressed giggling, the coach asked "Well, what room is she in?"

"109."

"Ok. Sarah," he pointed to a girl in the front seat, "go to 109 and make sure Erin is moving as fast as she can." With an odd look of glee in her eye, Sarah got up and ran off the bus. Three other girls had the same thought at once. 109! The same number as in Nicole's supposed joke about gang-raping Sneezy. And that was definitely not the room Erin and Nicole had stayed in. Their room had been on the even side. Maybe Nicole wasn't joking!

"I'll go too," said Heather, who was sitting in the second row, ahead of where the coach was standing. Before he could even turn around she was out the door, right behind Sarah.
"Me too!" said Lisa

"And me!" said Zoe.

These two were in the middle of the bus, and had to get past the coach. "Isn't two enough?" he asked.

"Trust us coach," said Zoe, "we'd better go too, just in case."

The coach sighed and stepped aside to let Lisa and Zoe run after Heather and Sarah. What was going on? Those four had the strangest looks on their faces...

Sarah and Heather found the door to room 109 propped open. They could hear moaning coming from inside. They walked in, saw Jim and Erin, and stopped in their tracks, their mouths gaping and their pussies instantly getting wet. A few seconds later, Lisa and Zoe burst in.

"Holy crap!" said Lisa.

Jim turned his head and saw them. "Shit!" he said. More sex-maniac girls!

Erin raised her head up and looked at them. She was a wreck. Her face was flushed, her whole body was shaking, and her eyes were bugging out. "Oh thank god you're here! He came right away in all the others, but with me he keeps pausing so he won't! It's torture!"

"Bastard!" The girls moved as one. They quickly freed his arms from Erin's waist and began pushing him hard in and out of her. In seconds they were both past the point of no return, but their orgasm wouldn't seem to release. Instead the pleasure built and built to an unbelievable peak before finally crashing down on them in a shattering shared orgasm that went on and on as the other girls continued to thrust him in and out of her. Again Jim only released one spurt, perfectly timed for her spasms to pump his seed into the right place in her womb, where the four eggs the virus had caused to be released were waiting. Erin's shaking body collapsed to the floor, unconscious but smiling. Jim started to sag, but they got him seated on the toilet before he could pass out.

His world spun with aftershocks of pleasure and his vision narrowed. He could barely see. He didn't notice Lisa pulling her shorts down, but he sure as hell noticed when the beautiful black girl impaled her shapely body all the way onto his cock in one delicious stroke. She raised herself up again slowly and sensually as his brain again tried and failed to make sense of the situation. He stared down at the gorgeously rounded and tightly toned brown ass of this complete stranger that his cock was again sliding deep inside of. His hands found her narrow waist, delighting in the rich, smooth feel of her skin as she moaned and began thrusting harder while repeatedly begging him to give her a baby. His overwhelmed brain gave up trying to understand as his body unbelievably approached yet another orgasm. She slowed down again as they got close, rocking sensually and arching her body to maximize the sensation of each delicious slow stroke. Then they both gasped together as they peaked. She pressed him as deep as she could inside her and he once again released just one little spurt which was efficiently pumped into yet another complete stranger's fertile and willing womb by the spasms of her simultaneous orgasm.

As soon as she felt his spurt, Lisa jumped up with a cry of joy and let Zoe jump on. He was still coming, and as soon as the tall brunette got him all the way inside her she was too. He was too far gone with pleasure to notice her hymen pop. She drove her tight virginal pussy down onto him several more times while babbling with happiness about his baby in her womb and riding out the rest of their shared orgasm before letting Heather pull her off. Lisa and Zoe started trying to get Erin dressed.

Heather had had time to get her left leg all the way out, so she was able to mount facing him with her shorts and panties bunched around her right foot. She looked eagerly into his lust-clouded eyes as she impaled her tight pussy slowly down onto his cock. Then she started chanting "knock me up, knock me up" in an urgent whisper with each deep, slow thrust. His narrowed, swimming vision showed only this blond stranger's adorable, sweet, freckled face begging for his baby as she shoved her little pussy onto his hard cock over and over again. Wow, that face was beautiful! Soon he felt his orgasm building and saw the same feeling simultaneously in her widening eyes. He watched in fascination as her expression of intense orgasmic pleasure turned ten times happier when she felt his seed spurt deep inside her. It was such a pure, beautiful moment. She was crying with joy and he found that he was too. His brain was too far gone to tinge the moment with guilt, fear, or worry. Those feelings would have required some shred of comprehension of the situation beyond the very basic primal level he was reduced to. All he knew - literally the only fact in his world at the moment - was that this moment was a miracle. A delicious, beautiful, perfect instant in which their shared joy in creating a new life bound Jim tightly together with this complete stranger. And her baby - his baby! - would be so adorable! That angelic face! Those sparkling, soulful, sweet eyes! That creamy, freckled skin! He held her tightly for the rest of their slow, drawn-out, perfectly synchronized orgasm, preventing the next girl from breaking the spell by lifting this precious thing off of him too soon while fighting with all his might to keep his re-narrowing vision from completely blacking out so that he could sustain the incredibly intimate eye contact with the sweet little angel he was impregnating.

When he relaxed and Heather finally stood up, she gushed to Sarah about what she had just experienced. "It's like his orgasm is linked to yours! Whatever you feel, he feels! It's so beautiful! Oh my god, he came in me! I'm so happy! I've got his baby, I just know it! Thank you! Thank you Sneezy!"

Sarah didn't waste any time. She sat back and impaled her tanned, athletic body right to the hilt on his cock. After slam-fucking him for a minute to get him close, Sarah indeed felt his cock stiffen even more just as her own orgasm approached. She paused on the edge, and he moaned. "How do you like that, Sneezy? A taste of your own medicine!" She pulled off of him again and slowly pushed back down, again stopping before she could come. Jim let out a high pitched whine. She did it again, this time taking them even closer to the brink and holding very still, pushing hard down onto him to leave him no room to move. The other girls were still not done getting Erin's unconscious body dressed. She had a little more time. She felt a bit of the edge come off of the exquisite pleasure, and renewed it by moving slightly up and then back down, bringing them both back to hover at an excruciatingly intense peak. Jim let out an odd gurgling sound as she pressed down and held him there. After another minute of this torture, the others were starting to carry Erin out of the room. Sarah put her hands on his hips to hold him down and ever so slowly raised herself until he was just barely inside her. This stimulation again restored them both to the brink. She gradually pushed them past the point of no return by slowly, teasingly rocking him that wonderful first half-inch in and out a few times. Then she paused just for a moment as their pleasure reached an even higher peak before slamming onto him as hard and fast as she could. They both went off like rockets. Jim's vision now fully blacked out and his head swam as wave after enormous wave of pleasure roared through him. All other sensory input seemed to shut down - all that was left of the world was the incredible sensation of Sarah's pussy clenched around his cock, moving up and down and spasming in time with him over and over as they came. Then she took that away from him too, and his world went dark. Once again, Jim had been fucked senseless.

Sarah was able to ride it out without losing consciousness, but only just barely. Gasping for breath, she stumbled to her feet and pulled up her shorts as Jim collapsed against the wall. Her legs were shaking as she brushed wordlessly past two half-naked hotel maids who were standing just outside the bathroom staring, and tried to catch up with the other girls as they carried Erin down the hall. The two maids picked Jim's unconscious body up, tucked him into bed, and left the room.

As the four grinning girls carried Erin toward the bus, the coach came out the door and asked if she was ok.

"She's fine. She just fainted. Couldn't stand the sight of blood. It happens." They carried her onto the bus, all of them absolutely reeking of sex, overflowing with happiness, and pregnant with quadruplets.

* * * * *

Back in Jim's body, the virus was again busy. The changes to conserve Jim's replication fluid had worked perfectly, but there seemed to be another problem. It obviously wasn't lack of fluid or any other physical condition that made him pass out. It was too much pleasure. This was just simply bad wiring, and obviously needed to be corrected. It was bad design for Jim's brain to shut down like it had been short-circuited when it received too much of the reward-chemicals. Maybe this was why he wasn't properly motivated to replicate. The virus quickly fixed the problem, greatly strengthening and insulating the pleasure centers of his brain. Now Jim could handle any amount of pleasure. He could still pass out if his body was legitimately exhausted of energy or certain nutrients, but at least it wouldn't happen without a good reason as it had just now and last night.

The virus also corrected some things about the process of Jim's orgasms that had been making them physically tiring to his body. Many of his muscles had been tensing up for no reason, unnecessarily wasting energy and limiting the number of times he could do it. And it made the skin of his penis much more resistant to chafing or irritation, without decreasing its sensitivity. The virus was confident that next time, Jim would be ready for much, much more. Certainly hundreds, and perhaps as many as a thousand per day, given the right nutrients. Still not fast replication by viral standards, of course, but it was a big step forward.

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It had been a very pleasant dinner – until she kissed me at the end.

On the sidewalk, just before Adrienne got into the taxi, she pressed her luscious body into mine, giggled for a second deep in her throat, and then kissed my lips passionately. Her sweet wet tongue darted into my mouth and explored. After the initial shock, I kissed her back, drawing her to me, feeling her nipples hard under her silk shirt and flimsy bra.

As the evening light faded around us, our passion ignited rapidly. All I knew at that minute was the feel of Adrienne’s soft body in my arms, and the ache of my hardness pressing into her soft body. In the middle of downtown Washington DC, with cars whizzing by and people hurrying on their way around us, we kissed each other in the private bubble of the moment.

Except for the fact that her long-time boyfriend was standing right next to us, watching us with a smile on his face.

“I have to go, Alex, I … we’re late,” Adrienne said finally. “Are you ready, George?”

“I was ready to leave,” he replied with a grin. “But you seem to be ready for something else.”

“No, I … not today. We do have to go. But,” she paused while getting into the cab, looking back at me with her thousand-watt smile, “We’ll see you in a month, Alex?”

“I’ll be counting the moments,” I murmured as the cab zoomed away.

As I walked away, I thought about our dinner, as well as the promising end to it. I had enjoyed the dinner very much. The restaurant was exceptional, and we had a table in the corner of an airy patio where we still had some privacy. This was our first meeting, after I had seen a brief ad by them on the internet and had responded – and it had been agreed that all that was on the menu, besides the chateaubriand and the good champagne, was finding out more about one another.

And I liked what I found out about them – and it was clear that it was mutual. As our conversation ranged from politics, to literature, to light flirting, I discovered that Adrienne was an amazing woman with a learned, yet deliciously perverted, mind and a ravenous body. Her man, George, was urbane, sophisticated, but equally inventive in his desires. Both were highly successful in their fields, each with a PhD, epicurean, hedonistic, and plain fun.

At one point, Adrienne looked at me over her glass of champagne, her eyes brightly mischievous, and said, “I wonder how it would be to have three PhDs in bed together – do you think we can discover something new?”

George and I joined in her laughter, and I felt a pleasant coil of anticipation curl in my belly. These two were people who I would have found charming company, both intellectually and socially, in other circumstances. Add to the fact that we were casually discussing joining each other in bed …

But nothing happened that evening beyond the flirting and the risqué conversation. Nothing, that is, except for that kiss that left me limp-kneed and hard, all at the same time!

Over the next few weeks, we started emailing each other about how exactly we would ravish and delight her – emails between George and myself, but read by Adrienne as well. She teasingly called it “boy talk" – and enjoyed it as a voyeur, listening into the plans that we made for her pleasures, and letting her own anticipation build over the weeks. In the emails, George essentially offered her to me, to have and to ravish, till the night did us part. George wrote to me that he would watch her read our emails at the computer, her pink tongue darting out between her lips, her hands firmly between her legs – and thanked me for the great sex that they were already having!

We began by discussing how she should be dressed for me – what were my preferences, my desires? Should she be naked and waiting for me, or clothed? Should she be only in her lingerie? If so, what color — tarty red, mysterious black, or virginal white? Should she shave her pussy for me, so that it was peachy soft and smooth for my licks and caresses?

And then, how should we begin? Should she put on a show of disrobing for me? Or, instead, would I rather want to disrobe his love in front of him? He also wrote to me what she liked done to her – and what she would want to do to me ... some of her experiences with him and with others, and their plans for the two of them with me …until we were all at the peak of anticipation.

Five weeks later, we met in their room at the Four Seasons. I had brought champagne, and we drank the chilled bubbles, she beside me, he in a chair facing us. Our conversation was relaxed, but I could sense her heat beside me.

Just once, I lifted her wrist and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist with my champagne-chilled lips. Adrienne hummed in appreciation, and George chuckled. “She’s hot for you, Alex,” he said.

“Yes, I am, Alex … very hot,” she whispered, “And hot for you, too, baby.” She stood up at went over to George and planted a soft kiss on his lips. I was aroused – and amazed, at how comfortable they were in their love for each other, and in expressing their desires.

Then she walked back to me, and stood before me, legs slightly parted, hands on her hips. She was wearing sexy business attire – silk blouse, short formal skirt, stockings, and heels. The silk was draping sensuously over her bra-less, firm breasts, and even in the relative heat of the summer day, her nipples were evident and hard against the soft, shiny material. Her legs were lovely below the skirt – long, perfectly shaped, perfectly turned in the heels. Her blonde hair shone in the diffused light in the room, and her elusive scent drifted its way into my nostrils.

“Now, Alex – would you like to take off my clothes?”

I didn't waste too much time in admiring from a distance. I closed the gap between us until I could feel the heat from her, and then gently pulled her to me, feeling the hard nubbins of her nipples poking me though our shirts. She moaned deep in her throat as she finally felt my body all along hers – a low growl that excited me.

Possessively, I ran my hands firmly down her silky back, to cup her butt – feeling the hot softness beneath her clothes. With one hand still softly kneading her ass, my other hand went down along her leg, and slowly lifted her skirt so that her beautiful ass was exposed – to George, watching, and to me, in the mirror behind. Her tight, white ass was barely bisected by the lacy strap of her thong disappearing between her cheeks, and the curves went down to her stocking tops in a rich, smooth expanse.

Fully dressed, yet so exposed, she stood pressed into my warm embrace, feeling my hands caress the buttery-soft skin of her ass. She parted her legs involuntarily, to allow greater access – but I wanted to wait. Finally, still with my hands there, I grazed her lips with mine, and nibbled at her full lower lip. She moaned my name and threw her arms around me, grinding herself into me.

But that was too quick for me, and for George. I met his eyes, as he was sitting on the sofa. His eyes were alive with lust, and his hands were at his lap, playing with an obvious bulge there.

He smiled encouragingly at me, and said, "Take her skirt off, Alex."

That was easy – a snap, a zip, and it was pooled around her feet. She stood, blushing a bit, before the two sets of admiring male eyes. On her own accord, her hands reached for the buttons of her blouse.

"Wait," I said sharply.

She stopped. I looked at George, and said, "Would you like to help me?"

He didn't need to be asked again. Seeing him approach, I bent down, my hands still firmly on her behind, and slowly kissed my way down from her lips, to her neck, to her right breast – through the silk shirt. Wetting the material, teasing her nipple through the wet and sensuous fabric. I saw that George had begun doing the same thing on her left.

She arched and shuddered as she felt the administration of her two lovers at her breasts – a blond head and a dark one, tending to her in two very similar yet different ways.

George was more impatient than I was – he straightened up, and quickly unbuttoned her blouse so that her breasts were uncovered. Her nipples were dark red and hard as they stood out against her small, but very firm breasts. Together, we tasted the bare nipples again. She was delicious – taut and elastic.

"Oh, yes, suck them!" she moaned, as her hands grasped both our heads and pulled them to her breasts, like suckling twins. At the same time, with my hands still on her butt, I was feeling her hips beginning to grind on their own, as she had begun to gasp with the excitement.

"Take your shirt off," she ground out to me.

George and I stood back, and she shrugged off her own shirt. Then, naked except for tiny white lacy thongs, stockings and heels, she tore at my shirt, popping a few buttons to get it off quickly. Then she ravenously attacked my bare chest – moving from tiny nipple to nipple, biting, licking, flicking, while rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. I was intensely aroused, but determined to stretch this out.

George had, on his own, stepped out of his shirt and pants. His cock was clearly poking out his underwear, and he watched us, stroking himself a bit. As he saw his lover reaching for my belt, he growled, "Do you want him, sweetheart?"

"Oh, yes, I do, I do," she replied, flushed and breathing hard.

"Then show us – both of us – how much you want him."

At this, a sweetly evil smile lit up Adrienne's face.

"Mmmm, I'd love to," she said, and walked up to a high table at the wall. Then she leaned over it, displaying her taut, perfect ass to us. My breathing quickened – I do so love a beautiful ass. And hers was close to perfect – smooth, unblemished white skin, fully rounded and tight, the strap of her thong barely hiding the pink between her cheeks.

But then, my breath became even more rapid as I saw what she was doing.

Bent over, she reached behind her and slowly, sensuously, moved aside the scrap of thong separating her globes. As she did so in her bent-over position, she slowly exposed her lovely pink asshole, and below it, her glisteningly wet, smooth-shaven pussy. With the tips of her fingers, she traced the length of her pussy, and then lifted up her finger, gleaming with her juices. Sensuously, she sucked her finger, licking up her own sweet fluid. Again, she did the same. Again. The more she touched herself, the deeper she rubbed.

I was enthralled at the vision, my cock painfully hard in my tight jeans. I glanced over to George, and his face was red as he fondled his thick tool – the undies had long gone. Adrienne, on her part, had seemingly forgotten us. She had moved from just her pussy to playing with her tight asshole with her now well-lubricated fingers, and had begun moaning in accelerating rhythm.

I could stand it no longer. In a couple of strides, I had crossed to where she was, and kneeled down before her beautiful backside. Moving her hands gently aside, I inhaled the sweet perfume of her arousal, moved my hands around to the front of her drenched pussy, and plunged my tongue deep into her core.

At the touch of the tongue deep in her, she came – bucking her ass in my face, screaming her pleasure, "Oh yes, oh yes, ohhhh yesss!” (I found out over time that she was extremely vocal--one of the things I enjoy about her).

I struggled to keep up – my fingers at her clit, my tongue flicking from her drenched pussy lips to her tight, clenching asshole. The orgasm rolled on and on, until she gave a final shudder, relaxed, and pushed me away from what had clearly become a very sensitive part of her.

"Now it's my turn," she said with a smile. Turning to George, she asked, "Would you like to see me suck him?"

George came over to her and gave her a long, lingering kiss on her mouth. "Yes, baby, I would love to see you take him deep in your throat," he replied.

Adrienne came over to me, and kissed me deeply, much as her own lover had just kissed her. Then she led me to the bed and gently pushed me onto my back. Efficiently, she pulled off my shoes and socks, and then, opening my belt, she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. Next went my underwear, without ado or fuss. She was single-mindedly seeking my cock.

As she pulled down my briefs, it sprang up in all its hard, dark, veined glory. "Beautiful," she whispered, and then went down on it in a smooth stroke, before choking a bit and coming up for air. It was, for me, an intensely erotic sight as well as feeling – seeing this beautiful blonde look me in the eyes, the root of my brown cock protruding lewdly from her pink lips.

The next time, she was able to take its entire length deep into her throat (one of her many amazing skills), for a moment before the gag reflex set in. As she did so, her lover stood beside her, feeling her neck, clearly enjoying how amazingly it was filled with my cock.

Then she began sucking me in earnest, while feeling and caressing George's rock-hard cock as he stood beside her. I scooted up on the bed, and she followed, astonishingly never letting go of my cock in her mouth. George climbed up in bed beside us, caressing her breasts and face as she sucked me. Intensely excited, I was close to coming, so I lifted her by her hair away from my cock. The engorged penis sprung from her lips with a "pop", and stood darkly glistening with her saliva before her.

"Nooooo," she wailed, but I laughingly told her that I was about to come, and that I wanted to wait.

"But I want to taste you," she said, and then smiled devilishly again. Holding onto my cock with her hands now, she started licking my balls, swirling her tongue around, popping a ball in her mouth to suck it gently, until I was a morass of pleasurable sensations. She didn't stop there, but went lower, swirling her tongue down my perineum to my asshole. I surrendered to the sensation of her expertly rimming me, much as I had done to her a little while ago.

"My turn," said George, who had been waiting patiently.

"Yes, my poor sweetie," she answered with a smile.

Then, not relinquishing her hold on my cock, which she kept on pumping gently, she swallowed George's shorter but very thick cock. As I watched her go down on him, I realized that she did this with intense concentration, as if sucking the cock in was her only goal in life – which, of course, it was at that moment.

I disengaged my cock from her hands, and moved down the bed. Her lovely ass was in the air, and as I went lower, I saw that her pussy was not unattended.

As she sucked George's cock, she was deliciously, determinedly, frigging herself. Two fingers were pistoning in and out of her soaked, shaved pussy as her hips undulated in rhythm. I wormed myself down below her so that my mouth was at her pussy. Her fingers stopped in anticipation, but I gently began moving them again.

She understood, and resumed fucking herself an inch away from the eyes of this stranger. I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her clit.

She jumped sharply, and moaned, "Ohhh yes!!!” Her fingers sped up even more.

We continued like that for a few minutes – her mouth filled with her old lover's cock, while her new lover licked and sucked at her clit as she pumped herself.

Then I heard George's groans, and realized that he was about to come. I wriggled out from under her, and watched as, her eyes bright, she brought him to the edge. Then, her hands curled around his fat cock, she jerked him quickly with one hand – until white clouds of sperm flew out to hit her face, her chest and the bed.

"Yummmy," she purred, and licked the cum off her face.

Then she turned and gave me a dazzling smile.

"Soon, baby," I promised her. "But now, finish what you had started, hmmmm?"

She frowned, but then, after a moment, grinned to herself and lay down again, her fingers under her as before, her ass in the air. Soon, I saw her fingers change their rhythm. As she did so, her movements began to get more erratic, and I knew she was about to come. I heard her screams mount, and watched her fuck herself to the edge of coming. Just then, I lifted my hand and delivered a sharp slap to her tight bottom. That sent her over the edge, in a screaming orgasm, as my mouth began to become drenched with her juices. I spanked her butt again and again, and each slap triggered off a fresh spasm, until she collapsed on to the bed.

Her bottom was red, and I could see the faint red marks of my fingers rising against her fair skin.

"Now fuck me, Alex!!" she begged – and I could wait no longer. I plunged my cock into her waiting wetness.

It was so tight. It clutched me and clenched me with its wet fire. At the same time, I plunged in my thumb into her tight, lubricated ass, so that she was filled up tight fore and aft, and I was enjoying the incredible sight of my cock plunging out of her shaved pussy below her reddened ass.

I plunged in hard and fast, and soon she was whimpering, then screaming, and coming again.

George moved over to squat above her face, his flaccid cock slowly stiffening as he intensely watched his lover getting screwed. Adrienne reached out and grabbed his cock again, and stuffed it into her mouth.

George groaned, and I did as well. The sight of this gorgeous woman laid out under us, filled simultaneously with both our cocks combined with the tightness of her wet pussy to bring me close to the edge of orgasm.

“I’m going to come, Adrienne,” I gasped.

“No, not yet – in my mouth,” she gasped in return. Quickly, she let go of George and scrambled up. My cock popped reluctantly from her pussy, but she quickly replaced her pussy with her warm and wet mouth.

I came.

Explosively, blindingly, spurting my cum into her mouth – and then, as she gagged a bit and let my cock slip out, over her neck and chest. White rivulets of semen dripped down her chin and smiling mouth as I finally finished and collapsed next to her.

She purred a bit and then lingeringly rubbed the fluid into her breasts, playing with her boobs and teasing her nipples. Adrienne had an amazing capacity for pleasure, and she had no embarrassment about demanding it from her lovers, or for giving it to herself.

“It’s very good for the skin,” she said, a gurgle of laughter emerging deep from her throat. “Isn’t it, sweetie?” she continued, turning to George, lying on the other side of her.

“That’s what you keep telling me, but I think that’s just an excuse – you just get off on men coming all over you,” George smiled back – and then kissed her, oblivious of the fact that another man’s sperm was drying on her face.

“Mmmm, maybe,” Adrienne purred again, and kissed him back, her body turning away from mine and snuggling deep into him. For a minute, it was as if I did not exist – the two of them were locked in a deep embrace, kissing slowly and lovingly, George’s hands caressing her back as she pressed herself to him.

And then she broke out of the embrace for a moment, took my hand, and put it on her bottom. Understanding her invitation, if a trifle confused, I gently caressed her soft butt, massaging the globes and then running my fingers up and down her ass and lower back. Contentedly, she wriggled a bit under my ministrations, and then went back to kissing George.

For the next hour or so, after we had each cleaned up a bit, we all basked in the afterglow of the fantastic sex, chatting pleasantly and desultorily. Adrienne lay on the large bed between the two of us. Her sparkling wit was still very much in evidence, and she turned from one of us to the other as she spoke, sitting up in excitement if she felt particularly strongly about something, and then lying back down between us as she relaxed.

Occasionally, she exchanged little kisses with both of us, though her kisses with George sometimes lasted longer. And she ran her hands along both our bodies, caressing, sometimes massaging, and sometimes scratching gently.
“I love this, you know,” she said. “Lying between two handsome men, feeling both of you, so very different – the different textures of your skins, the different smells, the different tastes …”

Towards the end of the hour, my languor was disappearing, and the eroticism of the scene was getting to me again. As my cock began to swell slightly, I noticed that one of Adrienne’s hands had left me, and was now between her own legs, a finger running along the lines of her pussy. She wasn’t actively masturbating, but seemed to be just enjoying the sensations. And her other hand had drifted to play with George’s cock, tickling it, slowly jerking it into fullness.

It was late, and somehow the intimacy of the scene suggested to me that I should now leave the two of them alone. I slowly got off the bed, and walked over to where my clothes were lying in an untidy pile by the floor.

“Are you leaving, Alex?” George called out from the bed.

Before I could answer, Adrienne called out, “No, not yet! Wait a minute.”

She came fluidly off the bed, and pressed herself along my naked body. “I want to feel your body properly before you go.” The air-conditioning had been on high, and now, with the heat of our passions dying down, I felt the goose bumps on her skin prickling against mine.

She kissed me slowly, taking her time to explore my lips and mouth with her tongue. As I kissed her in return, I breathed in the sweetly acrid post-sex scent of her. At the same time, though, the sensation of her body against mine brought back my familiar arousal, and she giggled a bit as she felt my cock grow against here belly.

George came over and joined us, moving naturally into a hug with her from behind. She wriggled her bottom into him, and turned to kiss him as well. And then she looked at each one of us in turn, and said very seriously, “You know, this is one of my favorite sensations of all – to be sandwiched between two gorgeous men.”

George and I both smiled at her, and, unbidden, both of us started to move slowly against her, grinding our bodies – and hardening cocks – against her soft body. Her nipples were hard as they rubbed against my chest. My cock was fully hard, and I quickly slipped in a hand between us to lower it from rubbing against her belly to teasing the front of her pussy. At the same time, I was sure that George’s equally hard cock was rubbing against her ass or pussy from behind.

“Oh, that’s heavenly,” she sighed, and I agreed. My hands were cupping her face as I stole deep kisses, while George held on to her hips. Once again, I reached down and adjusted myself so that the tip of my cock was right at her clit. Then slowly, I began to hump my hips, so that my cock rubbed against and titillated her clit.

Her answering gasp was all the response I needed, and I continued rubbing at her clit with my cock. She moved her face back from our kiss, and threw her head back, eyes closed, as she enjoyed the sensation. Her nostrils were flared, and her skin flushed, as she seemed to be swimming in the sensations George and I were providing her.

I saw her face flinch for a second, and then light up with a sensuous smile. At the same time, I felt her hips moving forward to hit my cock – George had put himself into her pussy. As I looked over at him, inches away, he was concentrating on holding her hips and slamming his thick cock into her in firm, deep strokes. And at the bottom of each stroke, her clit was thrust onto the tip of my own cock.

As low groans began to issue from Adrienne’s mouth, I lowered my mouth to her breasts, and caressed them, licking and sucking her nipples and flicking them with my tongue. At the same time, I held my cock in place with my hands, so that it hit her clit regularly.

Her groans mounted, in a loud crescendo, “Ah, ah, ahh, AHH, AHHH, YES, FUCK ME …!”

And she screamed, her whole body shuddering, as wave after wave of her orgasm overcame her. She wrenched herself away from both of us and fell onto the bed, still quivering, and I saw her whole body tense at the aftershock of an orgasm that hit her just then, without even being touched.

After a minute, flushed and wild-haired, she opened her eyes, and said, “Oh, thank you, boys. That was just wonnnderful …”

George and I looked at each other. ‘Boys’ we certainly weren’t – but two men, standing over this delectable creature with hard cocks pointing straight at her.

She noticed.

“Ohh, but now I have to do something about these, don’t I?”

Without waiting for an answer, she knelt on the carpet between us, and began to lick and suck at us in turn. Sucking my cock deep into her mouth, she would let it pump for a couple of strokes before leaving it and moving over to do the same to George’s hard prick. And while one hand guided the cock-du-jour into her mouth, the other would play with the cock of the man not being sucked.

Again, the sensation was incredibly erotic, if a little frustrating for me – as the sensations built up towards potential orgasm, only to die down a bit as her mouth moved away to the other man’s cock. I was left quivering near a pinnacle of pleasure, just unable to reach it fully.

And then, she solved the problem – by pulling us closer and taking both our cocks into her mouth simultaneously.

Not deeply, since her mouth was clearly not big enough for that. But she held both our cocks firmly, one in each hand, and sucked simultaneously on the two heads, occasionally flicking her tongue from one to the other.

It was a weird sensation, to have my cock feel such intense pleasure from the sucking, but at the same time feel a bit strange at it rubbing so intimately against that of another man. But the feelings drove any such conflicting thoughts from my mind, as the growing need to come made me try to drive my cock ever deeper into her wet and willing mouth.

George pulled away first, and stood over her, rapidly jerking his cock. Adrienne let my cock out of her mouth as well, and quickly lay down on the floor below us. Realizing what she would have us do, I took hold of my cock and began rubbing up and down its wet surface as fast as I could.

Within seconds, it seemed, George came, his come spurting out to cover Adrienne’s chest and belly. As she began to moan and rub the spunk into her breasts, my own cum boiled up and hit her in the belly and pussy as well. She used a finger to taste it, and then pulled us both down on the floor beside her.

As she lingeringly kissed our mouths and our flaccid cocks, she laughed in hedonistic joy.

“I can’t get enough of your cum, my men.”

Lying back in pleasant exhaustion, I thought that I couldn’t get enough of this wonderful woman, and this amazing couple.

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Julie was excited by Paul's suggestion for a little 'out of the ordinary' sex, but unsure and nervous of her role in his set-up.

The reason for her uncertainty was because Paul wanted her to perform for him and Bruce.

His plan was for them to get to the hotel room before she did and hide some place where they could see her.

When she arrived her task was to slowly undress and then pleasure herself on the sofa while pretending to be alone.

By the time she had herself adequately aroused, he assured her, that they would be also.

Then without her knowledge they would spring from their hiding places and join in the fun with their ready cocks at her disposal.

She told him she loved the idea but wasn't crazy about what she had to do, and wasn't sure if she'd have the nerve to do it.

He told her that he'd leave an open bottle of wine in the room for her so she could have a couple of glasses to relax her.

She arrived early at the hotel and went to the bar for a couple to bolster her courage.

When she got to the room she was pleased by the atmosphere they had created for her.

The lighting was turned down to create a soft shadowy effect and there was calm sexy music playing.

Paul was true to his word, there was an open bottle of her favorite wine waiting for her.

She drank the first glass down in two gulps; after all it was the effect she was drinking for, not the taste.

The wine combined with the drinks she had at the bar and began having their affect on her.

She felt loose and playful, wanting to seek them out and expose their hiding places but she restrained her impulse and played the game for them.

While sipping on her second glass and swaying to the music she began to unbutton her blouse.

By the time she was topless and caressing her tits all inhibition had disappeared and she was feeling teasingly sexy.

She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor revealing her black thigh high stockings.

She slipped out of her panties and tossed them on the bed leaving her wearing only shoes and stockings.

By this time she was not only feeling the wine but the rush of sexual excitement from knowing she was being watched.

She slowly ran her finger over her clit and heard the sound of someone sucking his breath in like one does when seeing something extra horny.

Paul had thought of everything, there was even a towel draped over the sofa for her to sit on.

She reasoned that it must be the best spot for them to see from their vantage points.

She sat down on the towel, leaned back and spread her legs.

She ran her fingers through her slit again and confirmed what she had thought, she was dripping wet.

She slowly rolled her clit under her fingers and occasionally shoved them into her box to fuck herself.

She caressed her nipples until they were tight and sensitive and fingered her clit until it was big and juicy.

She wondered how much more they could take.

She reached into her purse, which she had placed on the sofa, and brought out her dildo.

After fucking herself for awhile she rubbed her cream from it onto her nipples.

Bringing it to her mouth she sucked it very sensuously, like she was giving it a real blow job.

That was the breaking point for the men; they simultaneously emerged from their hiding places and rushed towards the sofa.

They jumped up unto it on either side of her, two extremely aroused and ready men each eagerly lusting to get his cock into her mouth.

Paul won the race and while she hungrily sucked his throbbing cock Bruce brushed his on her cheek impatiently waiting his turn.

She began to alternate, stuffing one and then the other of their big hard cocks in her hungry mouth, seemingly unable to get enough.

She sucked their cocks in a frenzy of uncontrolled heated passion, getting all three of them to a highly stimulated state.

The men were kneading her tits and fingering her pussy as she hurriedly went from one cock to the other.

She gripped their cocks so tight that she wasn't sure if their groans were from pleasure or pain, but neither tried to withdraw.

Paul jumped from the sofa, got between her thighs and pulled her towards him.

He plunged his craving cock into her, and while Bruce fucked her mouth he fucked her burning pussy.

She took Bruce's cock in her hand and jerked it furiously while she licked and sucked his balls.

Observing her display of wanton sexuality Paul wanted to make her come.

He dropped to his knees, pushed his fingers into her and wildly tongued and sucked her lips and clit.

She came almost instantly and Paul knew enough to leave her clit alone for a while.

Bruce got her to sit on his cock and while she was getting fucked Paul stood on the sofa next to her to get blown.

Bruce sucked her tits while she sucked Paul's cock.

Fascinated with the big tits he was sucking Bruce wanted to get his cock between them.

They move to the bed where Julie laid on her back and Bruce straddled her. Paul knelt above her head and when Bruce rubbed the head of his cock over her nipples, Paul rubbed his over her lips.

When Bruce got his cock between her tits Paul got his in her mouth.

Julie squeezed her tits together sandwiching Bruce's cock between them.

She rolled her nipples between her fingers and while he fucked her tits Bruce reached back and finger fucked her pussy.

Without warning Paul pulls his cock from her mouth and jumps from the bed.

She sees him go behind Bruce then feels his hands on her thighs pushing them apart so he could kneel between them.

He replaces Bruce's fingers with his cock and begins fucking her.

With her mouth now free Bruce pushes his cock up towards it after it appears from the top of her tits.

She hastily licks and sucks at the swollen head before it disappears back down between her tits again.

With Bruce making familiar sounds of a nearing climax Paul rolls her clit under his thumb in an attempt to have them all come together.

From the haze of her overwrought emotions emerged a lucid thought.

The realization that she was about to have her first orgasm while experiencing her first threesome.

The thought of being pleasured by the stiff cocks of two men who lusted for her was like adding fuel to her already burning passion.

If sexual desire is nature's enticement to procreation, then orgasm is its reward.

Overcome with nipple and clitoral stimulation her reward was massive, sweeping through her body like a wildfire.

Short circuiting all other senses and transforming her quivering body into a delivery agent of bliss.

Bruce's cock covered her tits with his cream while Paul unloaded his into her burning pussy.

After a quick shower Julie joins the men who already have wine poured for her.

While sipping their wine they chit chat as if they had just met at a bar, even though they are all still naked.

Bruce got up to refill his glass and Julie could swear his cock was semi hard again.

'You look like you're ready to go again' she said to him.

He walked over to where she was sitting and said 'see if you can inflate it by blowing into it.'

After they all stopped laughing, she took it in her mouth and felt it grow.

Paul sat back in his chair and began tugging on his.

Pretty soon he was seeing Julie getting into sucking on Bruce's now rigid cock.

Not being involved, but just sitting there watching, gave Paul such a horny rush that the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Being an observer and not a participant made it seem like they were unaware of him.

He had never been so turned on, yet didn't want to do anything but watch.

He seemed mesmerized and incapable of any action except jerking on his horny cock and staring.

Not many would understand the intense erotic sensation it afforded him to watch her have sex with another man.

He wasn't sure himself, but he didn't question it, it worked for him and judging by the look on Julie's face it worked for her too.

The look' of course'.. It's the look on her face that drove him crazy.

At that very moment he understood that it was the pleasure she received from it that turned him on so much.

Her pleasure was his pleasure.

Bruce gets her to stand then embraces her from behind; he takes her tits in his hands and kisses her neck.

Their naked bodies seem glued together as they move to the rhythm of the music.

She bends her head back towards him and he runs his tongue over the lips of her open mouth.

Her pink tongue darts out to meet his and they swirl around each other in an erotic dance that drove Paul wild.

Suddenly his tongue disappeared into her mouth and she closed her lips around it.

Watching her gentle sucking of Bruce's tongue, Paul thought it was even more erotic than watching her suck his cock.

With her body arched back, her pussy was pushed out towards him, as if taunting him to come and sample its pleasures.

Bruce was kneading her meaty nipples between his fingers, she was moaning into his mouth while slowly moving her body to the music.

It was like seeing her in a whole new light; she looked so hot, so desirable.

He wanted to jump up and devour her, to kiss, caress, suck and fuck every inch of her seductive body, even while she was sucking Bruce's tongue.

But all he could do was stare, he was captivated by their foreplay and by its affect on him.

It was like experiencing a whole new type of sex.

A type of sex that drove him absolutely crazy with desire for her yet left him unable to break the spell of voyeurism.

He knew he was experiencing something unique, something that may never have the same effect on him again.

He's so horny by now that he can't even touch his himself without setting it off.

Julie notices his condition and wants his extremely excited cock in her mouth.

With Bruce's clutched tightly in her hand she leads him towards Paul until she's standing in front of him.

She bends over and guides the cock in her hand into her dripping pussy, at the same time takes Paul's aching hard-on into her mouth.

She reaches for her clit and immediately begins moaning.

Now in a state of extreme arousal, Paul notices the look of a pending orgasm come over her face.

Her fingers move faster, her moans become louder and more urgent.

The sounds of her approaching climax prompt Bruce to pick up his tempo.

Each of his intensified thrusts drives her body forward and brings a gratifying groan from her.

She's coming so hard that she's oblivious to anything but her own pleasure.

When Paul's cock begins squirting in her mouth it brings her back to reality.

She hungrily sucks and swallows every last drop of cream from it while Bruce fills her pussy from the other end.

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