Working Holiday Part Thirty One: Coda

Read part one here.

Had I joined something like the Luna Society when I was twenty, I would have made a better showing at each event. I was never so horny as I was in university. Although there were plenty of young women in the dormitories willing to spread the joy, there were no Bacchanalian orgies. Twenty year old me would have coupled with every woman at the party that night and gone back for seconds and thirds. Older, wiser, weaker me was more or less forced to pace myself and enjoy a few women more thoroughly ... and return the favor, of course.

When I attended the first few events, my goal really was to nail every babe at the party. Most of the new guys are like this. It's some prehistoric need to mate with as many woman as possible. I managed to do so on my first visit, but soon overcame the need to keep score. Imagine trying to talk to every single person at a party. It seems noble enough, I suppose, but why would you walk away from a fascinating person and risk conversing with a bore? So, I pick and choose my partners and make the most out of every interaction.

Rhiannon got pulled away from me moments after we arrived at the party. I didn't worry about her. She was in good hands with our host and she was unlikely to be put out of her depth any time soon. I did make it a point to check up on her occasionally. Not so much to make sure she was OK, but to watch her enjoying herself. The first time I saw her in action, she was laid out on the dining room table, serving as a feast for our host and a few guests. The second time, she was on all fours in the living-room, being spit-roasted. She was being fed a cock from the front while another guy fucked from the behind.

The few times we managed to talk, she told me she was having a good time. Her eyes had the dreamy glaze of a girl who was more than satisfied, cum drunk. I busied myself getting reacquainted with the regular women and introduced myself to the few new girls. I made it a point to catch Rhiannon in a position where I could fuck her without her knowing it was me. It's thrilling to be an anonymous stranger fucking a girl, but if it's a girl you know well, it's all the more interesting. My cock had been inside her every day that week, yet I still enjoyed being in her again.

At one point, she was bent over the back of the couch and getting nailed while she sucked off a guy kneeling in front of her. The couch rocked with every thrust and Rhiannon was living the moment. I knew the guy would quickly tire so I got ready. As soon as he pulled out, I took over, grabbing her hips and guided myself in. Her pussy was never so relaxed. She must have had at least a dozen guys fuck her by that point and she was as juicy as I've ever seen her. She's one of those girls who get wet and stay wet.

Rhiannon is really tight. When I met her, she was a relatively inexperienced nineteen year old with a delicious pussy. One of the first things she said to me when I first entered her was "Do you think I'm tight?" When she learned about Kegel exercises, she made it a mission, developing a grip that I swore could rip my dick off if she wasn't careful. At that moment, she was loose enough to accommodate two cocks, if she so desired. We had simulated that once, using a vibrating dildo. She liked it, but we didn't pursue it further. I wondered if she would be up for a double pussy penetration.

I was taking a little more time than I should with her, so I graciously backed out and let another guy fuck her for a while. I watched for a bit, then wandered off to see some of the other girls. I kept busy for an hour or so, then made my way down to Ron's private dungeon.

I arrived just in time to see Kevin, the resident "Dom," strapping Rhiannon to the St. Andrew's cross on the wall. If anyone I knew was misnamed, it was this guy. Kevin sounds like someone who works at a shoe store or collects stamps. This Kevin looks like a lumberjack who spends the weekends in the boxing ring. Someone told me he was a warehouse manager or something. What I know for sure is that he doesn't collect stamps; he ties up women and whips them. Once she was securely tied, I watched him flog and spank Rhiannon until her ass had a nice warm glow. He leaned into her ear occasionally to whisper to her and make sure she was OK. She was in good hands. Once she was "warmed up," Kevin let the guys take turns on her while he supervised. They alternated between fucking and slapping her ass. I decided against joining in, instead going for one of the girls spread out on the pool table.

When I checked on her again, Rhiannon was on the day bed getting double penetrated. Most of the girls in the club were into anal sex, but not as many went for double-penetration like that. Not too many guys were interested in having their balls bouncing against another man's balls, so it worked out.

I left her to enjoy herself in the dungeon and went back upstairs. I wanted a slow leisurely screw and found a regular with the same interest. Beth and I took over one of the bedrooms and made out like a couple of high-school kids before getting down to business. She was a really good kisser; soft lips and sensuous tongue. I noticed a couple of people peeking in the room to see what was going on (we left the door open because it was bad form to close it), but we were left to ourselves for a while.

One of Beth's friends crept into the room and crawled onto the bed beside us. Beth was on top of me at that point, so I could see Lisa smile as she eased up and just watched us. "You don't mind if I play, do you?" she asked us softly. Beth responded by leaning down and kissing her deeply. I fumbled to put my arm around her. Lisa broke off her kiss and moved in closer to me and we kissed, her tongue sliding into my mouth in a friendly manner. I could feel her hand playing across Beth's back and she, in turn, stroking Lisa's flank. My hands were busy touched both girls at once.

Lisa got up on her knees and went to the bottom of the bed. She started by rubbing my balls then sliding her fingers along my wet shaft as I went in and out of Beth. I enjoyed the extra stimulation. Lisa got more creative and I could feel her tongue where my cock was entering Beth's pussy. I could feel her breath on my shaft as she commenced licking Beth's ass. Beth leaned down to kiss me at this point, saying "I love having my ass licked with your cock in me."

That didn't last long because Lisa pulled my cock out of Beth's pussy and started sucking it. Beth pouted, but kissed me again anyway. Lisa decided it was her turn and had Beth move so she could take her place. As Lisa guided herself onto me, I had Beth straddle my face so I could lick her.

After a bit of this, I decided to change things around. I put Beth on her back and had Lisa straddle her face. We switched and I fucked Lisa while Beth got licked. It's a lot more awkward than it looks, but it was fun. I needed to give my back a rest suggested the girls get into sixty-nine. Beth was on top so I got behind her and slid my cock in. Lisa tried to lick my balls, but I was too tight at that point and she couldn't reach.

My stamina was pretty lousy, so I had to stop much too soon. I sat back and let the girls continue, each bringing the other to orgasm. Afterwards, we relaxed on the bed for a bit before rejoining the other guests.

The night was late and people were getting ready to leave. I found Rhiannon laying on the couch in the den, getting a massage. The red marks on her back were gone, but her ass was a bit bruised. I knelt by her head and asked how she was doing. She said nothing but let out a big sigh. "Is it time to go?" she asked. She looked like she had enough so I suggested we should start getting ready. "I don't know if everybody fucked me yet," she murmured. I was pretty sure every cock there that night found a home in her, however briefly.

She rolled over and kissed the guy who had been working on her back. She then sat up and cupped his balls, giving his cock a kiss as well. She got up and followed me as we looked for our clothes. Some of the guys stopped her to give her a kiss and squeeze her ass. We tracked down Ron and Gail and said our goodbyes, handshakes or kisses, as appropriate.

Outside, it was no longer dark, but it wasn't light yet either. Except for a few people leaving the party with us, the streets were deserted.  Dawn would be along in a hour or two. Robins and chickadees were happily singing in the trees. I asked Rhiannon if she enjoyed herself. She smiled and did a pirouette in response. "That much, huh?"

"That was crazy," she said. She pirouetted again then grabbed me by the hand and pressed her face against my arm. "I feel tired but I like to feel crazy." She gave me a devilish grin and dashed ahead of me. She pulled off her skirt and tossed it to me. I was too surprised to say anything. Her blouse was next. I barely caught it as it unfurled half-way to my outstretched arm. She still had that devilish green and looked at me like she expected a scolding. She pirouetted once more, looking like a suburban nymph.

"You are crazy," said with a grin.

"I wish I could go naked everywhere." As she walked the half block to the car, she waved at people she pretended to be walking by or looking out their windows.

We got in the car and she kept her clothes off. I pulled out and drove toward the boulevard. "Can we get coffee?" She loved coffee. She grinned and said "Let's go through the drive through!" I grinned back as I had a better idea. I had to make her be patient until we got to the Tim Horton's near my place. I new it had only a few customers at this time of the day; mostly laborers on their way to job sites. I pulled up and parked along the side. I instructed her to walk around to the front, order a coffee or whatever and then come back along the drive through lane. That way no one could follow her in a car. If they called the cops, we'd be long gone. I gave her a ten and sent her on her way. Her cute little ass giggled as she ran around the corner.

She came back with a large cup, a small bag, and a huge smile. She told me she went and had to wait for two people ahead of her. They all started at her, but most of them smiled. The girl handling the order remained stoic while the older male manager looked confused, not sure if he should do something official. She took the yogurt and coffee and left the change, a pretty sizable tip. She walked out wearing nothing but a smile and shoes. Someone in the drive through tooted their horn and she waved at them as she walked by.

We drove down a side street before going back to our original course in case someone should point out the direction we took. I was able to park right in front of my place so Rhiannon didn't bother with her clothes as we went it.

She made it half way through the yogurt and half way through the coffee before I noticed the tell-tale signs of sleep deprivation. I took her by the hand and led her to bed. We got under the sheets. We we were both too tired to do anything so we fell asleep as the sun broke through the windows.

Working Holiday Part Thirty: Pleasure and Pain

Read part one here.

Steven stepped out of the shower stall and used his own towel to dry off. He didn't need to get clean so much as cool down. Despite his regular fitness routine, the women of Luna Society caused him to push his endurance to the limits during their monthly get-together. A cold shower worked wonders for shedding the excess heat he built up during his performance. He looked in the mirror and stretched as he finished drying himself.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, he exited the small bathroom. A woman spotted the door opening and hurried over. They exchanged smiles as she scurried by. He tried to give her a playful slap on the ass, but she dodged and laughed before closing the door behind her. Steven could feel the perspiration from his still overheated body starting to form on his skin. He grabbed a spot on the couch to sit down and relax for a bit.

The big screen TV was showing a twenty year old porn star writhing on her back as a deeply tanned man ate her pussy. He recognized the actress but didn't know her name. As the camera panned the scene, he could see another actress playing with the man's cock, getting him ready. The set was almost entirely white and softly lit. The camera gently moved over the performers and transitioned from one scene to another beautifully, a cinematic work of art, perfectly fantastic with perfect bodies coupling in passion.

On the other side of the lounge, a guy slouched on the easy chair with his legs spread apart to accommodate the woman sucking his cock on her knees in front of him. He recognized Andrew, but couldn't see the woman very well. He assumed it was the same one he was fucking on the couch fifteen minutes earlier. His view was partially obscured by another man who was happily plowing into her from behind. His legs were spread wide, giving Steve an uninterrupted view of the guy's balls rhythmically slapping against her vulva. Neither of the two men were in good shape and the woman was well into her thirties, though still quite good looking. They were all living the moment, not a care in the world. Watching porn on the internet, he thought, was nothing like watching porn in real life.

A third man stood near the stairs, watching the threesome. He moved aside as a couple came in and walked to the other side of the room. They watched the TV and the threesome for a few moments and left for the recreation room. Steve looked back at the screen; the guy was inside her now and the two girls were kissing passionately.

The man who was watching finally approached and joined the other three. He took the place of the guy who was fucking the girl from behind when he stopped for a rest. Steve got up and made his way to the recreation room.

The whole house was very dimly lit, so the slight extra darkness of the dungeon didn't bother him. The relatively bright light of billiard table was the glaring exception. The guys there were in a heated game. They had a girl bent over and shackled to the roller rack where they took turns fucking her or letting her suck them. From her distinct tattoo, he recognized her as Rhiannon, a newcomer and the first girl he fucked earlier that night. She seemed to be fitting in well with the others.

He had seen a couple of newcomers get cold feet after arriving at one of the society parties. You could see it in their manner as they looked around nervously. When the action began, they would stay back and watch or only half-hard-hearted participate and make an excuse to leave.

Nearby, behind one of the movable partitions, another first timer was getting tied up. Her arms were folded behind her back as a man deftly ran the rope around her body and arms. She was blindfolded and looking helpless. Two other men watched and commented on the technique being used.

Near her was one of the regular girls. Steven remembered her from earlier in the evening when he had her to himself for a little while. Her wrists were held by firm leather cuffs and arms hoisted above her head. Her ankles were similarly cuffed, but attached to a long wooden plank on the floor. Ron, the master of the house, was pulling the girl's head back with her hair. He was whispering something to her. Steve could hear her moan "Yes," to whatever question he was asking.

He moved in closer. One of the guys came over with an electric vibrator and got down in front of her. He turned it on low and pressed it between her legs briefly. "Is that what you want?" Ron whispered into her ear.

"Yes ... yes, please!"

"You have to earn it." He nodded to one of the other men who stepped up and slapped her ass. The other guy watching followed suit. She cried out each time. Ron asked her if that's what she wanted and she gave the same reply as before, doing her best to nod her head. Ron's hand reached around the front and between her legs. "Oh, you do like that." He pulled his fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth. She licked his fingers then sucked them.

The men continued to spank her until her ass glowed pink. Ron raised a hand and they stopped. The man squatting on the ground then applied the vibrator again. She would have collapsed had the overhead rope not held her up. Ron stepped around her and, still holding her by the hair, positioned himself behind her. She moaned again as he slid his cock into her.

He gave her only a dozen slow thrusts before pulling out abruptly. As if on cue, one of the two men positioned himself and fucked her hard for about a minute. He pulled out and gave the third guy a turn. Ron went back in and fucked her hard for a few minutes. The fourth man remained on the ground, holding the vibrator against the girl's clit.

Steve was aroused. His towel had a very obvious bulge. He positioned himself to take over from Ron, tossing his towel to a hook on the wall. The moment Ron backed out, Steve took his place. He held the girl's hips and thrust furiously. His balls hit the head of the vibrator, but he ignored that. He gave her a good two or three minutes before stopping. Another guy took his place. When he was finished, the vibrator came away and the spanking began again.

Ron let go of her hair and her head slumped downward between her arms. The two guys spanking her started playing with her tits as they continued their assault. One of the girls, Lee, came over and took the vibrator from the guy on the ground. She took his spot and started rubbing the vibrator head over the captive's pussy, but without turning it on. The previous operator removed his boxer shorts and took up position to take his turn with the girl. The guys stopped their spanking and he entered her. The vibrator turned on then and the girl raised her head and groaned. Ron released the rope that kept her arms suspended. She started to slump, but the other two guys held her up. The man behind her laid back on the wooden floor. She turned around and mounted him.

Looking back, Steve could see that the other girl, who was being roped up, was now helpless. Her arms were securely tied behind her back and her legs were tied with knees bent, leaving her legs spread. she was crouching on an ottoman, one guy fucking her from behind while another fed his cock into her mouth.

Then he noticed the other new girl, Rhiannon, being lead away from the billiard corner. He noted the heavy collar around her neck and the leather shackles on her ankles and wrists. She was a bit unsteady on her feet and one of the men guided her.

He took her to the St. Andrew's Cross, attaching her cuffs to each extended arm. The result was that she was spread eagle on the wall, unable to move. Another guy pushed over a small cart with various instruments on it. The guy in charge picked up one of the paddles and stood next to Rhiannon, just touching her. "Now, should we use this one?" He slapped it on his hand. She flinched at the sound. "Or," he went on, picking up a switch, "maybe this one." He cracked it against his bare thigh. The high pitched whine as it flew through the air almost made Steve wince. He went through half a dozen different devices, each time teasing her with its sound, and touching it to her pale skin, but not striking her with it.

He finally settled on a flogger consisting of long, thin, leather thongs. A girl had once used that very same device on Steve. It didn't really hurt, but was stimulating and somewhat annoying. She had hoped to work him into a frenzy of some sort, but Steve found the whole experience a waste of time. That girl, on the other hand, loved to be whipped and he gladly returned the favor to her.

The man raised the flogger and brought down on Rhiannon's ass and she jumped, not expecting the blow. From that position, he whipped it backhanded across her shoulder-blades. The leather strips whirled around his head before bringing it down on her ass once more. The guy started into some sort of ritualistic dance, turning and striking and swinging the flogger over his head and around his torso, bringing the business end down on the girl with every swing. He was striking her about every two seconds, but sometimes delayed the whip in a calculated way of breaking her concentration.

He put the flogger aside and picked up a slim bamboo rod with a thin cord at the end. Even in the dim light, Steve could see that the tip was frayed, looking somewhat feathery. The master, Mister Jim, dragged the rod over her shoulder and head, trailing the cord along behind. "Yes, I think this would work better. Don't you, slut?" She responded only by looking back at him, a worried look in her eyes. "Yes," he repeated, running the rod across her back in a motion that might otherwise be described as lovingly.

He took a big step back and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was in the way of the whip. He flicked it back and snapped it forward. It made a swishing noise as it flew through the air. Steve expected it to make a cracking sound, but it just whispered. The end didn't touch Rhiannon, but came very close. Jim was flicking it back and forth with his wrist, letting the tip get nearer and nearer to the girl's skin. She was tensing up on the cross, practically writhing in anticipation.

Jim let the whip kiss her left buttock and immediately the right. She squirmed, trying to break free from the frame, but she was going nowhere. Two more flicks, in quick succession, landed on her ass, then two struck her on the ribs. Unable to wiggle free, she tensed up. The whip flicked back and forth, back and forth, then four strikes on her ass, two on her back, and two more on her upper thigh. She cried out.

Jim flicked the whip back and forth a few more times, then laid into her again. He hit her a dozen times over her back and ass and thighs. He gave her a few seconds pause then doubled the number of times the frayed cord planted itself on her skin. Another few seconds of reprieve and then the whip struck again and again and again, with no letup. She was being hit two times every second and the whip landed on a different spot every time, never giving her a chance to prepare.

Steve was surprised by two things. The whip was not making any distinct marks, but her pale skin was nevertheless flushing pink, noticeable even in the dim light of the room. Rhiannon had stopped crying out and was no longer stiff against the cross, but almost trance-like in her appearance. This didn't last long.

The sound of the strikes on Rhiannon changed. Steve could see that the it was no longer the feather tip hitting her, but the cord itself. She squirmed once again, but Jim did not let up on the beating. The cord continued its percussive flaying with two beats per second. Steve could see thin red marks appearing faintly on her skin, each maybe two centimeters long. Jim stepped sideways and started striking her with an overhead backhand. The marks were no longer parallel, but cross hatched.

Jim was putting most of his effort on her back. He was careful to balance out the number of forehand strokes with backhand strokes. This guy was an artist and Rhiannon was his canvas. Steve moved sideways to get a look at her face. She was grimacing through bared teeth, tears rolling down her cheeks.

When he stopped the whipping, Rhiannon's knees buckled, her suspended arms holding most of her weight. Jim approached her and whispered in her ear, drawing the whip along her flank. He could see her nodding and mumbling something. Jim returned the whip and picked out a broad leather belt. He folded it in half and made a cracking sound with it. The girl practically jumped at the noise. "Oh, you're going to like this one," he drawled. He approached her again, running the belt around her neck then along her back. He transferred it to his left hand and used his right hand to caress her ass. He whispered to her again then his hand went between her legs. He played there for a few moments. His fingers came out glistening with her juices.

Jim lowered his slacks and his erection leapt upward. He put it between her legs but didn't seem to penetrate her. He just ran the head over her lips as he whispered in her ear. He leaned back and took a rubber bit from the cart. Holding the belt between his teeth, he put the bit into her mouth and clasped it behind her head, beneath her hair. His cock remained between her legs the whole time, only now did he rock his hips upward and enter her.

Rhiannon moaned loudly around the bit. Steve watched as she arched her back, pushing her ass toward him, allowing him to penetrate more deeply. Steve was rock hard by now and was dying to take Jim's place. He was hoping he'd let the men standing around a chance to fuck her, but instead he pulled out, pulled up his pants and cracked the belt a few more times. Holding the brass buckle, he let the belt fall to the ground then took leisurely swing at the girl on the cross.

All his effort was concentrated on her ass this time. The belt left a wide red mark with every hit. Jim didn't make it rhythmic this time, but struck, waited, and struck again without giving her any warning. Each time, Rhiannon cried out, her voice trembling and somewhat muffled by the bit between her teeth. Steve moved to the side again to see her face. Tears were running down her cheeks and along her nose.

Her cries gradually changed to sobs as Jim continued to spank her with the belt. Her ass was red, but there were no raised welts. "You like that, you filthy slut, do you?" He asked her, in a commanding voice.

"Uh!" she said and nodded.

"What's that? I can't understand you. Do you like that?" He punctuated the question with another strike on her red buttocks.

"Uh," she said again. "Aye ike at!" Jim made her repeat her answer more loudly. "Ess, aye ike it!"

He put the belt on his shoulder and moved in close to her. "Yes, yes you do, do you?" His hand delicately ran along her back and slid down between the cheeks of her ass. She rolled her hips to give him greater access. "Yes you do," he said. He pulled his pants down and started fucking her again. "You do!" She cried out and screwed her eyes shut. Jim thrust upward and into her, pushing her into cross with each roll of his hips. He continued for a good five minutes before saying "Maybe some of these other men would like to fuck you. Would you like to be their fuck puppet and make them feel good?" She made a gagging noise and nodded her head. "You want these guys to fuck your little red ass?" She nodded again.

Steve moved in close. As soon as Jim backed out of her, he was ready. He nodded at Jim and he nodded back in silent agreement. Jim pressed his cock against the girl's pussy. The first thing he noticed was the heat radiating from her cheeks. Her skin was burning hot against his hips. He rubbed the head of his cock against her labia. She was sopping wet, practically dripping juices. He pushed up and in, sensing her interior was as hot as her buttocks.

"Your ass is so hot, baby," he breathed into her ear. "I can feel your heat, you're like a little furnace. Such a hot horny slut with such a hot fucking ass." He reached up and pinched her nipples hard. She let out a moan and a sob. "You don't deserve to be here," he went on. "That's why you're being punished. We're just going to fuck you and throw you out on the street like the dirty whore you are." She moaned again. Steve put his hands back on her hips for leverage and fucked her for all he was worth while whispering insults into her ear.

He pulled out suddenly, evoking another moan from Rhiannon. He slapped her ass hard and walked away. He could hear the girl sobbing. Looking back, he saw another man quickly take his place.

The other new girl, he couldn't remember her name, was still tied up. She was on her back, now, her head over the edge of the ottoman, a guy fucking her face while another licked her pussy. There were no guys waiting to join in, so he moved closer. When the guy pulled out of her mouth, Steve dipped his own cock into the girl's mouth and let her suck Rhiannon's juice off him.

When the guy between the girl's legs moved up to fuck her, Steve looked away so as not to make eye contact. The girl that Ron was working on earlier had been replaced by another woman, the one that he saw in the TV lounge a little while ago. They had her arms outstretched, tied to a stretcher bar. She was kneeling, trying to suck off Ron while another guy maneuvered behind her to take her that way.

The pool table was not longer being used for pool. Two girls were bent over opposite sides of the table, arms outstretch, holding hand. Two guys were taking them from behind while three more watched, waiting to take their turn. Rhiannon was still tied to the cross, only now one of the regular girls was licking her asshole and using a vibrator on her pussy. Jim had taken off the bit gag, making her moans and whimpers less muffled.

He pulled his dick out of the girl's mouth and gave her a gentle but firm slap in the face. "That's good, now suck my balls!" He lowered his testicles toward the girl's mouth. She tongued them then sucked one then the other. She did her best, but she could not get both of them in her mouth at the same time.

He straightened his legs to release himself from her lips, then pointed his cock downward. She opened her mouth in response. Bracing himself with his arms on the cushion top and slowly thrust into her mouth. He didn't want to do too much too soon, but she seemed capable of taking his entire length. He gradually increased his pace until he was fucking her face with abandon. When he eased up and slid out, her face was plastered in drool. He rubbed his cock all over her face.

The guy fucking her stopped and stood up, panting a little from his exertions. Steve took the opportunity to take his place, plunging his dripping cock into her dripping pussy. Another guy took over the girl's head, face fucking her just as he had done.

Steve spent a few more minutes with the girl then stood back and leaned against the wall to rest. As before, his vacated spot was quickly filled by one of the waiting men. Over at the pool table, a girl sat on the corner, a guy between her legs and two more waiting their turn. Ron was leading his girl by a leash to the cross, which no longer held Rhiannon. She was now on all fours, wrists shackled to the posts of the low day bed near one corner of the room. A partition blocked part of his view so he walked closer to see what was happening to her.

One of the women, Melanie, was taking a broad leather paddle and holding it to Rhiannon's face. She was commanded to moisten the heavy leather with her tongue. The girl's tongue was barely out, making thin stains on the dark material. "Come on," the mistress was saying, "stick that tongue out and let me see it!" Reluctantly, Rhiannon broadened her tongue and lapped at the smooth surface until it was shining. "That's better," Melanie, cooed. She inspected the paddle and then struck Rhiannon's upturned ass with a resounding smack. She jumped as much from the sound as from the strike itself. Melanie took another swing and connected with the same crack as before.

Steve had once used this paddle on a girl here. It looked foreboding, but the broad face of the paddle distributed the pressure over a larger surface area, making it much less painful that a belt, but still providing and impressive percussive report with each hit.

The marks on her back were gradually diminishing, but her ass was as red as ever. The new assault would ensure that she'd not be showing porcelain white for at least a few hours, maybe even a couple of days. Melanie looked like she knew what she was doing, though.

One of the men knelt on the head of the bed and thrust his erection toward her face. She took it and started sucking. Melanie struck again and Rhiannon jumped. "What do good girls say?' she asked, pulling Rhiannon's hair.

"Unk oo!" the girl replied around the cock in her mouth. Another slap on the ass with the paddle, another "Unk oo!" from its victim. The guy held her head firmly and began to fuck her face. She tried to continue her "Thank you!" with each strike of the paddle, but it came out as one long, ululating moan after a few minutes.

Somewhat satisfied, he tried to slide beneath Rhiannon, but got hung up on the ropes holding her cuffs to the bed. Another guy made a suggestion while a third lifted one of her legs and proceeded to get beneath her that way. She didn't need to be told what to do, just lowered her pussy onto the awaiting erection beneath her.

The guy she was sucking off was lubing up his cock and climbing onto the back of the low bed. He fingered her asshole for a few moments, working a finger in deep as the other guy continued his upward thrusting. He knelt astride the bottom man's legs and pressed his cock head to Rhiannon's asshole, holding her steady with a grip on one hip. Steve had watched her getting double-penetrated upstairs earlier, so he knew this wasn't a new experience for her.

Steve couldn't see the action at this point and walked around near the head of the bed to see how she was taking it. She was gripping the bottom guy's head, digging her fingers into his hair. Her face was a mixture of pain and desire as the top guy pressed into her ass. When he stopped, she arched her back and let out her breath with a long moan. "Oh fuck," she said.

She opened her eyes and focused on Steve. The two men began fucking her in earnest and she groaned in pleasure, never taking her eyes off him. Did she even remember him from earlier? She gritted her teeth and said "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" The men pumped her hard and her eyes slowly closed. The bottom guy held onto her shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest. The top guy held her neck in one hand, her hip in the other. "Just fuck me!" she cried.

Steve could see the top man getting tired. He looked at the other three guys wondering if any of them would be ready to move in. He grabbed some lube and started stroking his cock as he moved toward the back of the bed. As if on cue, top guy slowed down and stopped, then backed out of Rhiannon's ass. He half sat and half knelt on the bed and Steve made is move. He got up on the bed, put a knee between the bottom guy's thighs and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.

Her little pink bud relaxed and he watched the tip enter her. She was so tight that he had to press hard to get inside her. Once the head slipped in, he took a moment to savor the feeling. She gave him a gentle squeeze with her ass and he pushed in deeper. When she had accepted the entire length of his shaft, he rocked his hips back, pulling out slightly. The guy beneath resumed his thrusting and Steve had to catch the rhythm quickly or risk falling out of her ass.

He wasn't keen on having another man's balls slapping against his own, but that's the price you pay for double penetration. A few girls did double pussy penetration, but he'd not tried that yet. He pulled back on Rhiannon's hair and leaned into her ear. "You like that? You like being our filthy fuck toy? You like having two men fuck you? You feel those two cocks inside you?"

She moaned "Yes!" He continued.

"We're going to let all the guys fuck your tight little asshole until you can't sit down. You're just going to be a our little ass whore tonight. You like that ass whore? You want us to keep fucking your ass?"

"Oh, fuck my ass," she cried, looking back at Steve. "Just fuck my ass." Steve was close, so fucking close.

He pulled out of Rhiannon's ass and stood up near her head, stroking his cock furiously. He grabbed her head and shoved his dick in her mouth. "Taste your ass you dirty cum guzzler!" he said and started dribbling cum into her mouth. It was his third load of the night and not nearly as impressive as his first. She sucked him clean and licked her lips in an exaggerated look of contentment.

Steve got out of the way as a newcomer got on the bed. He staggered to the wall and leaned there for a few minutes, taking in the action again. Not only did Rhiannon have both her holes filled, a third guy was busy trying to get his cock into her mouth to make her water tight. Melanie was reaching between the two men at the back end, either playing with their balls or trying to tickle Rhiannon's clit.

Ron's girl was firmly attached to the cross, face out. The guys were using markers to write on her. "Skin poetry," Ron called it. They used permanent marker. If a girl got good and sweaty, the ink would run off easily. If she didn't, she would need a few days of scrubbing. This encouraged the recipient of the poems to be very active.

Steve could see "Cum slut" inked on her forehead. That was pretty common. On one forearm was a line like a ruler and "I want a cock this big" written there. He moved in closer to see what elese she had been given. "Penis holster" was written on her throat, "Eat me!" was just below her pubic bone, "Roll me over and fuck my ass," was on her stomach. Two eyes and a smiling mouth made one nipple a nose in a weird looking face. The other nipple had an arrow pointing to it and the instructions "In case of orgasm, pinch hard." The author had screwed up the orgasm part, muddling the middle letters.

Steve took one of the markers and wrote "Slut life," just below her collar bone. One of the girls took a different colored marker and drew a heart around it. She drew a flower near one of the other phrases. Ron released the girl from the cross and they turned her around. Steve took his marker and wrote "Spank me, please" on one cheek. Not original, but effective because he was pretty sure she'd be getting spanked in the next few minutes.

No one was around the sex chair, so Steve went over and sat down. It was not the most comfortable seat, but it provided a good view of half the room ... and it had one other benefit. Of the of the girls wandered over, seeing him sitting there. He just smiled at her, not saying a thing.

"You look tired," she said.

"I'm all fucked out, Jen" he wryly admitted. She should surely know, seeing as how he was fucking her brains out a couple of hours ago.

"Well, let's see about that." She sat on the bench between his legs and took his balls in her hands. She drew his flaccid penis between her lips and she sucked gently. Steve relaxed and looked around the room, watching the fucking, the sucking, the spanking, and enjoying Jen's attention. She made eye contact with him and he gave her an approving smile.

Despite his claim of being worn out, her careful attention soon had him straight and hard. "You want to fuck me with that or do you want another girl?" she said, a twinkle in her eye. Jen was just the sort of generous girl who would suck a guy hard and send him off to stick his dick into another slut without a moment's thought. One of the regular guys called her a "Betty."

"You did this to me. I owe you," he told her with a smile. She giggled and pulled Steve up from the chair. She bent over and spread her cheeks. Steve slid his cock in and savored the difference between her mouth and her pussy. "Much better than porn on the internet," he murmured.

Working Holiday Part Twenty-Nine: Billiard Girl

Read part one here.

It was the first time Rhiannon had felt such complete euphoria. Despite the fact that she had only a few drinks, the room swam around her. The men were moray eels, with mouths agape, hungering for her body, and she let them devour her. Their cocks were pink sea slugs, eagerly seeking a home in her depths; she welcomed every one of them. It felt as is she floated instead of walking. Of course, some of those times she was carried between the furniture, so that just added to the sensation.

She had been taken in every position. At one point, Steven held her up and fucked her while he was standing. She had done that plenty of times so she just wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. His hands squeezed her ass while his hips thrust hard against her. When she felt another man place his cock against her ass, she almost panicked. Steven stopped so the newcomer could enter her. "Oh, my god!" she moaned into Steven's ear while the other guy penetrated her. She was suspended between the two men, impaled front and back. The two men began thrusting with awkward coordination. The position didn't last long, though. Steven slipped out of her and her feet returned to the carpet. The other man stayed her her ass, holding her firmly by the hips. One of the other guys presented her with his cock so she took it in her mouth.

She had lost count of the number of men who had fucked her. The one moment that defined her night was when she had three men inside her and one more in her hand. She had reached in vain for a fifth man to squeeze with her free hand. She wanted five cocks at her command. Being sandwiched between two guys while sucking off a third and jacking off two more was one of her great fantasies. She never really expected it to happen ... though that might change if she elected to shoot more videos for Thierry.


Things had quieted down at one point. Clusters of men surrounded each of the women, but the emphasis was on conversation now, more than sex. One of the women was being lightly touched by one of the guys and she, in turn, casually played with his balls. A guy she had recently finished with had offered her a shirt. She put it on. It was so large it was practically a robe. Rhiannon had talked with him a while, but her mind drifted off at some point and he excused himself to get a drink.

She turned when she heard her name. She thought someone was calling her, but it was two guys talking to each other about her. They saw her look over so they approached. They seemed to walk as if in slow motion, smiling at her and gesturing.

"We were wondering if you liked pool," one of the men said. She didn't know his name but vaguely remembered his face as he leered down at her as he fucked her on her back earlier. The other guy, Andrew, was one of the first people she met after Ron left her in the kitchen at the beginning of the evening. She told them they she played but wasn't particularly skilled. "Well, we need you in a more supporting role, really," he responded. Andrew smiled as if this was a joke.

Rhiannon shrugged and said "Sure. Okay." She didn't recall seeing a pool table when Ron showed her around. The guys descended the stairs and into the den as she followed. As they walked past the couch, Rhiannon smiled at the woman laying there. She had a man licking her pussy and two more sucking her tits. She had a huge smile as she held the two men close to her.

The guys continued through a door she had not noticed before. Inside was very dark, lit by flickering electric candles and a few real tapers mounted in metal wall sconces. Just around the entrance was the pool table, lit by a long lamp suspended from the ceiling. Two men were there. She couldn't see their faces in the darkness, but could see that one wore an unbuttoned dress shirt and the other wore only silk briefs. "All right!" one of the guys said as Andrew explained that Rhiannon was joining them.

She felt a bit of excitement as she looked at the balls on the table. She hadn't played in months. "C'mon over here," one of the guys told her. She walked around the table and recognized both men from earlier.

Just then she heard a familiar voice. Ron had joined the men. "Oh, you have Rhiannon. Very good," he said. She smiled at him as he placed a strong arm around her waist. "I might have to join you fellows!" Rhiannon became aware that there were more people in the room. She wasn't sure if she just hadn't noticed them in the dim light or if they only just arrived. An Asian girl was standing beside Ron now. She recognized her as one of the regulars. "Do you want to help her get ready?" Ron asked the regular girl. She nodded and smiled at Rhiannon. It was only then that Rhiannon noticed that she was naked for the but leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Rhiannon shivered.

She introduced herself as Lee. She was a hand shorter than Rhiannon, good looking with small breasts and dark nipples pierced by blue bars that matched the blue ring in her navel. "This is your first time here, right?" She spoke English with a French accent. Lee gestured around the room. Rhiannon only then grasped that this game room was for something more than billiards.

There were a number of tall screens and racks that blocked out parts of the room, but as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she could see the wall fixtures included more than candles. Large metal rings were bolted to the wall near the ceiling, shoulder height and waist height. Some were equipped with dark metal chains. She noticed eye-bolts attached to the heavy beams in the ceiling. There were no chairs, only stools and benches. The benches were much too elaborate for sitting alone. The racks she had noticed earlier held devices of leather, glittering metal, glistening vinyl and jet rubber. Leather cuffs and collars, long whips, coils of rope, bars, rings, and hooks hung from the racks and places on the wall.

Rhiannon felt a strong desire to return to Ron and put herself under his arm once more. This was his house, though, and those were his ... toys. Lee took her hand and Rhiannon felt herself being lead to the nearest rack. With a practiced hand, Lee selected a collar and put it around Rhiannon's neck. The naked girl's touch sent shivers through her body. Lee next removed Rhiannon's shirt and equipped her with cuffs for her wrists and ankles. It was not the first time she had worn such things, but she felt particularly vulnerable now.

As Lee attached the cuffs, Rhiannon had a better look at some of the other things on the rack. She saw nipple clamps, clothes pins, alligator clips, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos of various sizes and shapes, handcuffs, things that looked like leather mittens but without a place for the thumb, rubber hose, rubber bands, and many other things she could not identify.

One of the pool players appeared and inspected Rhiannon's hardware. He smiled slightly as she looked at him. Nodding to Lee, he took Rhiannon's hand and lead her back to the table. With a curious realization, she now understood how they were going to use her. They were going to strap her to the table and launch billiard balls at her pussy! She found this so amusing that she relaxed completely as the guy lead her forward. Only instead of taking her to the table, she led her to a tall bench-like thing.

She was confused. What she thought was a bench was more of an a-frame contraption with the top cut off. She could make no sense of it. Something to kneel on when shooting pool? The man grabbed it and pulled it toward him. It moved easily on smooth casters. He directed her to put her feet on the base, requiring her to spread her legs a bit. The design was obvious to her then. Without being asked, she bent at the hip, leaning forward and down. He and another man attached cords to the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, pulling them tight enough to secure her.

The second guy started cranking something and the middle of the contraction rose up until the padded top of the bench comfortably supported her weight. The other guy released a catch and pushed. The device shifted beneath her, pulling her hips back until it felt her legs were vertical rather than leaning forward as when she started. Her upper body was lifted up a bit so she could raise her head and almost see what what going on.

The four guys were talking among themselves, apparently going over the rules of the game. A woman stood nearby, waiting for the game to commence. In the shadows, she could see another man behind her, fondling her. Rhiannon was too busy trying to figure out the contraption to pay much more attention, though. She tested her bonds and concluded that she was unable to move except to lift her head. One of the men gave her a push and the device swung around on wheels like a cart. She was now facing the wall and unable to see anything.

She heard the sharp crack of the billiard balls on the table and the guys doing "play by play" analysis of where each ball might go. Two cheers and two moans indicated that at least one of the balls made it into the pockets.

She felt a large hand brush over her ass and pat it gently. She turned enough to see Ron standing beside her. Distracted, she missed what the men said next. One of the guys came over to her and dropped his shorts. It was pretty clear what she was supposed to do. She opened her mouth and started sucking his semi-hard cock. She sensed another man behind her and soon another cock was penetrating her pussy. Without her arms, all she could do was bob her head. He did most of the work, though, thrusting in and out in time with the man behind her.

Another crack sound from the table indicated that the game was still in progress. The two men who were attending her left a moment later. She turned her head to see the other men approach. One took his place at her head and the other behind her. She was filled with two more cocks as the new guys took their places inside her. When they switched again a few minutes later, her support roll in the game was quite clear.

Each time a ball failed to make a pocket, the men changed. Just as the little blue chalk cube kept their cue tips dry, her pussy and mouth served to keep their cocks wet. She smiled at the thought. If she was in the way of a shot, they rolled her to a different spot. A few times, she was pressed right beside the table and she could feel the vibration through her ribs as the balls clacked.

She felt a different set of hands on her back. It was a light and gentle touch. Rhiannon turned enough to see one of the women standing there. She felt her reach down to run a hand over her breasts. Rhiannon could feel that her nipples were quite hard. She pinched them, playfully. Her other hand went between her legs to feel one of the men thrusting in and out of her pussy. The woman's fingers lingered a moment before continuing further and brushing over her clit, all the while she continue to pinch her nipples and squeeze her breasts. She gently tickled her clitoris and Rhiannon felt herself flush as an orgasm swept over her. "Oh my god," the woman exclaimed, "I think she just came." One of the guys laughed.

A groan from the table indicated that a change was coming. When the two men pulled out of her, the woman slipped two fingers into Rhiannon's pussy and her mouth. Rhiannon sucked her fingers, rolling her tongue between the digits. The other two men took their position and the fingers were replaced by cocks.

The woman left, but returned a few moments later to kneel beside her. She squeezed one of Rhiannon's nipples, but the squeeze did not abate. She heard something metallic. She could not look down so she continued sucking the cock in her mouth. Her other nipple was pinched hard and again the metallic sound. "That's better," the woman exclaimed. The guy in her mouth reached down to play with her boobs. She could feel him touch whatever was holding her nipples so tightly. He tugged at them but they did not let go. The woman had attached nipple clamps to Rhiannon.

"Get some weights," one of the men said. The woman left and returned, placing some objects on the cart out of Rhiannon's sight. She had a pretty good idea what those things were. She felt the woman attach one of the weights to each of the nipple clamps. They pinched harder and pulled down. What's more, though, as the man behind her thrust against her, the weights swung back and forth, tugging on her nipples and making her her small breasts sway. It hurt, but at the same time, the sensation was very stimulating.

At the next change over, Rhiannon felt something cool touch her sex. "Maybe this will bring me better luck," the man behind her said with a chuckle. Something hard and smooth slid into her and began moving in and out. Based on the comments of the other men, she realized that he was fucking her with the handle of the cue.

The other men knelt down in front of her until they were fact to face. "You like that, bitch?" he asked. The handle was moving hard and fast and Rhiannon only managed a moan in reply. He grabbed her head and forced his lips against hers, ramming his tongue into her mouth. She sucked his tongue and kissed him back. "Yeah," he said, "you're a good little pool bitch." He reached beneath to squeeze her breasts and pluck at the strings holding the nipple clamps. He kissed her again, then rose and put his cock into her mouth. Grabbing her head, he fucked her face as the pool cue handle continued to assault her pussy.

When the cue handle left her pussy, the man in her mouth moved behind her to fuck her. The handle was then presented to her mouth. "Clean this off for me, billiard bitch." Rhiannon licked and sucked her juices from the wooden handle. "Yeah, that's it, get it nice and clean." After a moment, he took it from her mouth and presented his cock. She didn't like the hard wooden phallus, so the turgid flesh was received with pleasure.

When the last ball was sunk and the game ended, she was sure that they'd set her free, but another group of men announced that they'd play. Rhiannon was soon host to another four men, who used her just as impersonally as the first four. Each time they vacated her, she eagerly anticipated the arrival of the other two, filling her once more. These men delighted in slapping her ass. She was sure her bottom was as red as a baboon's ass by the time that second game ended.

One of the guys released the clamps from her nipples. She had grown so accustomed to them that she was numb. The removal, though, sent tingling pain to those most sensitive spots. When they lowered the bench and released her ankles and wrists, she hobbled upright and clutched her breasts.

She wasn't given any time to recover, however. A man she vaguely recognized from earlier in the evening took her by the elbow and guided her past a partition to another part of the large room. Rhiannon had only a few moments to take in what was going on in the dim light. She could see a woman kneeling on a large Ottoman, arms tied behind her back, a shiny metal collar around her neck. One of the men was thrusting his cock into her mouth while another was playing with her pussy. The sounds of slapping drew her attention to another part of the room where a woman was having her ass slapped by two guys while she straddled and rode a third man. Another woman, in leather cuffs and collar like her own, stood beside them and cheered them on.

She didn't have time to look any more, but the sounds of the room, the cries, whimpers, laughs, slaps, moans, and bodies rub together registered with her. The man at her elbow turned her to the wall. The large wooden "X" shape mounted there confused her for only a moment, but the hardware attachments at the top and bottom were self evident. Without a word, the man took the wrist of her left hand and raised it to the top of the left arm, snapping the ring on her leather wrist cuff to a locking hook. He repeated the process with her right hand. He put her feet on a raised wooden bar to connect her ankle cuffs to the contraption. She was spread eagle against the cross and she had a pretty good idea what was to happen next.

Working Holiday Part Twenty-Eight: Luna Society Feast

Read part one here.

Holding her securely in his arms, Ron backed the half naked girl through the doorway and into the dining room. A couple of the party-goers followed along to watch and participate. The heavy wooden table had been cleared of adornment in anticipation of this very usage. He pushed aside two chairs and lifted Rhiannon, placing her ass on the edge of the table. He dropped her skirt on one of the chairs. She spread her legs, welcoming him. Ron kissed her once more. He moved his hips to guide his cock to her sweet spot. She reached down to help him but he stopped her. “I like the challenge,” he said. She almost giggled as his cock poked between her legs, looking for the opening. After a few attempts, he got it. Rhiannon kissed him hard as he pushed slowly into her. She was sloppy wet.

She pulled her knees up and he was able to slide into her deeply. “Oh,” she exclaimed. Ron looked at her as she fucked her. Her face was framed by reddish brown hair, making her pale skin appear to glow in the dim light of the dining room. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, her small mouth open, teeth barely visible. With one hand, he released the buttons of her blouse and let it fall open, revealing the small white breasts with the pink nipples. He liked how her freckles only appeared where she had been exposed to the sun. 

As he fucked her, Ron's balls slammed against the edge of the table. While he enjoyed the sensation at first, it became too distracting. He was getting tired, too. “Time for dinner,” he said into her ear. He lowered her back on the table until she was laying down. He pulled up one of the chairs and sat down. He gazed at the pink feast spread out before him.

He put her heels on the edge of the table and leaned in to press his mouth against her vulva. He took long slow licks, teasing her, letting her feel his soft tongue lap at her and gently caress her clitoris. He bent down and let his tongue flick over her pink anus. Ron recalled that Rhiannon liked anal sex and he was looking forward to sticking his cock in that tight little opening.

The men who had followed them in from the living room were on either side of the table. They ran their hands over her stomach and breasts, caressing her skin and tweaking her nipples as Ron teased her pussy and asshole. Rhiannon was close enough to the edge of the table that one guy was able to put his cock into her hand. She squeezed it and stroked it. Another man leaned in and kissed her neck. She responded by turning her head and kissing the man full on the lips, her free hand reaching to the back of his neck to hold him in place.

Spread out on that dark wooden table, she looked like a centerpiece for communal meal. He thought about how some very exclusive high-en restaurants would serve sushi spread out on a naked woman. Ron liked the novelty, but didn't see the point. Eating food off a girl but not playing with her? 

Ron wormed is tongue into her pussy and then into her ass. He could sense her relax as he probed her sphincter; she was obviously enjoying herself. He gestured to one of the guys to toss him a tube of lube from the side table. Still licking Rhiannon's pussy, he applied the lubricant to one finger and pressed into her ass. She relaxed and opened to accept him. He slowly worked his finger in and out, enjoying how she squeezed his digit with her muscles. He added a second finger and rotated them inside her, stretching her out while simultaneously tonguing her clit. Her could hear her moan as she kissed the other man.

Ron's cock was throbbing, ready for action. He had dined on the girl long enough, it was time to impale her once more. He stood up, pushing the chair away, and pulled her a bit closer to the edge of the table. He thought to take her ass from that position, but elected instead to roll her over. The man kissing her was disappointed when Rhiannon pulled away. As Ron turned her over, she had to let go of the other man's cock.

He put her feet on the floor, bent her over the table, ass up, ready to receive him. He slid into her pussy to enjoy her warmth and wetness once more. After a few leisurely strokes, he pulled out and lubed up his cock. He worked one finger, then two, in and out of her asshole. He pulled her up higher until she was on her toes. Gripping his cock in one hand, he pressed the head against her anus. He watched as his dark flesh pressed into her pink rosebud, opening it. Inch after inch of his cock sank into her smooth white ass until he could press no further. She felt him squeeze his cock with her muscles. He gently rocked his hips back and slowly forward, enjoying the sensation of her body wrapped around his cock once more.

The guy who was kissing Rhiannon climbed onto the table and sat so that she could suck him. Using her elbows for support, she took his cock in her mouth and went to work on him. Ron ignored the action there, concentrating instead on his violation of her ass. He took longer strokes and sped up as she relaxed around him. His balls were now slamming against her pussy instead of the table; a much more agreeable sensation. He liked how her cheeks jiggled as he thrust into her. The table even moved a bit as he bent into her harder.

Putting his hands on the tabletop for support, he bent over and let his feet do the work of pushing his body against hers. He was feeling in the zone, becoming one with his cock as it penetrated Rhiannon. He could feel himself getting ready to cum. He wanted to hold out until he fucked Marilyn, the other new girl, but Rhiannon just felt too good.

He normally tried to cum two or sometimes three times during the nights of the Luna events. To do so, he had to abstain for the week, fucking his wife every day without cumming. This made the first orgasm of the night the most intense. It was a shame to do so with the second girl he fucked that night when there were so many more to enjoy, but it was her first time here and she was considerate enough to give him her ass. Ron decided to let nature take its course.

The orgasm built up inside him, it was not so much a pressure cooker letting off steam as a it was an avalanche slowly building in force and strength. Each of his thrusts were timed and deliberate, waiting for the release. He could feel his testicles tighten as the semen gushed forth from him and poured into her. The poor girl was completely oblivious to the fact that he was spilling his seed into her colon. He was equally oblivious to everything about him; his whole being was focused on the throbbing cock nestled deep inside the young woman.

His balls ceased their spasms and he slowly returned to reality. His hips were pressed hard against her soft ass. Rhiannon was busy sucking the cock in front her her while stroking another guy beside her. Careful not to get in the way of her bobbing head, he leaned in beside her ear and whispered “I just came inside you.”

With an audible “pop,” the cock she was sucking came out of her mouth as she turned toward him. “Really?” she said, a smile of delight playing on her face. He nodded and she practically squealed in pleasure. “I like that.” He was really beginning to like this girl.

“Listen,” he said, “I gotta go fuck my wife for a while, but let's get together again later. OK?”

“I'd like that, Ron.”

He slowly eased out of her her, looking down to see if anything dripped out. She squeezed her ass tight so nothing escaped. He gave her ass a satisfying slap. As soon as he stepped away, the guy she had been stroking moved in and started fucking her. He wasn't sure if he had taken her pussy or her asshole, but he was obviously anxious.

Ron made his way to the toilet to freshen up before rejoining the party.

Rhiannon couldn't actually feel the cum inside her ass, but she was sure it was there. She was delighted to carry Ron's cum inside her so she kept her sphincter nice and tight so as not to drip. When the next guy moved in behind her, she was worried he'd try to fuck her ass, but thankfully he went for her pussy.

Bent over the dinning room table, Rhiannon worked her mouth around the thick cock in front of her. She had fucked on a couple of tables in the past, but not in a room as nice as this one. The man had offered himself as a feast for her alone and she was enjoying gobbling him up. She had to arch her back to get a full range of up and down motion as she attended to the man on the table. She used her arms for support so she could not use her hands effectively. The man fucking her from behind was doing a great job, working her pussy hard and distracting her. She kept her ass tight to keep Ron's cum inside her. She regretted that he had not ejaculated in her mouth, she would have liked to taste him.

Another man climbed onto the table and knelt beside the other guy. Rhiannon freed up one hand to stroke his cock. He was not very hard. She squeezed and stroked, squeezed and stroked. The first man eased to the side to clamber off the table, allowing the second man an opportunity to kneel before her. With the higher position, she was able to straighten up slightly to suck his dick, no longer needing her arms.

She took the soft flesh into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue. She sucked hard, forcing the blood to flow into the gland. She felt it respond. She pulled it all the way into her mouth and stretched her tongue out to touch his balls. She remembered a video where a woman took a man's hard cock and both balls into her mouth at the same time. She wished she could do that, but the best should manage was to suck two balls at once.

The man behind her pulled out and another went in. She was sure it was the guy she was sucking previously. He pulled her hips tight against him and jammed in and out. She stopped sucking for a moment to relish the sensation between her legs. He was banging against her g-spot. She pressed her face against the cock in front of her, praying for it to harden. She kissed it then opened her mouth to taste it once more.

Someone took her hand and guided it to a hard cock. Another man had joined the fun. While she sucked, she stroked. She wondered if another cock would appear for her other hand. As if reading her mind, someone grabbed her hand and pushed a cock into it. She now had four men at her command. She squeezed the two in her hands and sucked harder on the one in her mouth. She wondered how amazing it would be to have all four cocks shoot off at the same time.

The man in her mouth was hard now. She have him long hard strokes, doing her best to provide a bit of variety. “Yeah, that's it. Keep doing that. That's great.” The cock in her left hand moved away. She knew why a moment later when the man in her pussy slid out, only to be replaced by a different man. No doubt it was the left hand cock.

Despite the fact that she was doing all the work, the man before her was breathing heavily. He stroked her face and said, “Keep doing that and I'll cum for you.” Rhiannon made an affirmative murmur, looking forward to a shot of fresh jizz. “Oh, yeah,” he said, “get ready.” His breath came in deep heaves now and she could feel his legs tighten. “Oh, yeah!”

His cum did not so much shoot into her mouth and ooze into it. She held the tip of her tongue against his urethra and felt the slight pressure as the semen pulsed out. When he finished his orgasm, she gathered the cum on her tongue and held her mouth open for him to see. She knew how much guys liked to see her swallow their load, not that this was much of a load, but still.

He looked down and smiled as she swallowed and licked her lips. She not looked up at him before that moment, so she was surprised to see how old he was. She was used to fucking guys as old as her dad, but not her grandfather! Still, he was a good looking guy and he certainly appreciated what she did. She put his cock back in her mouth and sucked him for a little longer. He was growing soft, but she liked how that felt.

The man behind her pulled out and had Rhiannon sit on the edge of the table. She complied, spreading her legs and pulling her feet up to rest on the edge. He smiled as she reached for his erection. Rather than guiding him straight in, she played with his cock, rubbing the head against her clit. She liked how it was both soft and hard, almost like a tongue. She pulled his foreskin forward and pressed him against her opening. She sighed deeply as he found his way back in.

He held her close and whispered something to her, but she didn't hear. She was was lost in the moment, surrounded by men, and getting fucked. He lowered her back to the table and her hands were pulled toward waiting cocks. Hands reached for her, caressing her skin, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking her calves. A fourth man positioned himself at her head. With some difficulty, he managed to lower his balls toward her mouth.

She opened wide and tried to get both testicles into her mouth at the same time. She sucked one in, but she could not pull in the second without letting go of one of the cocks in her hands. After sucking each ball, the guy pointed his cock toward her mouth and she sucked. She couldn't user her head much, so he awkwardly thrust up and down, but was unable to get more than the head between her lips.

Meanwhile, her legs were now up and pressed against the man fucking her pussy. She could feel the hair of his chest against her calves, almost tickling her. His hands were firmly on her hips, taking control of her, riding her. When he put her feet against his face, she could feel the sweat beading up on his brow. He wiped away the perspiration and leaned in to penetrate her more deeply. His thrusts, unfortunately, had the effect of pushing her up the table and away from him. Whether defeated or exhausted, he pulled out of Rhiannon and slapped her ass playfully.

The man at her head pulled his cock from her mouth, gesturing for her to kneel up. She let go of the other two men and complied, waiting for what he had in mind. “Get on top of me,” he told her, lowering himself on his back. He held his cock upright, waiting for her to impale herself. She straddled him and let him guide his cock into her. She smiled down at him. He was a very handsome man, deeply tanned and rugged looking. Rhiannon thrust back against him as he rolled his hips. She flattened her feet to reduce the pressure on her knees, then lowered herself against him, letting his chest hair tickle her erect nipples.

The two men she played with earlier also joined them on the table. They knelt awkwardly, touching her once more and and waited for her to stroke them. One stayed only for a few moments, as the position on the table was uncomfortable.

More men had gathered around the table. Rhiannon noticed a woman as well. She was being bent over and taken from behind as the man reached around and squeezed her tits. The man beneath Rhiannon massaged her asshole, trying to open her up. She thought about how Ron's cum might drip out, so she raised herself up, letting his cock slide out of her. She knelt up and reached between her legs.

She put a bit of saliva on her fingers and pressed them to her sphincter. She was still pretty loose from having Ron in her ass. She held the man's cock and lowered herself onto it. She opened up to receive the head. “Oh,” he said, letting out a moan of satisfaction, “yeah!” She lowered herself further, feeling the shaft move into her. He held her hips tightly and began thrusting gently.

She folded herself on top of the man, tucking her head down to his neck, and let him take his pleasure. Once he established a good rhythm, he gave her ass a good slap. The men nearby responded by taking a slap at her as well. The sharp blows stung, but felt delicious. “Oh!” Rhiannon moaned. She could picture her cheeks blushing red from the slaps. She thought of the cock penetrating her and if Ron's juice would spill out of her.

When the man slowed down—she still didn't know his name—he let his head fall back and took a deep breath. Rhiannon wondered if he came inside her. When he pulled out of her ass, she was convinced he had, but he surprised her by sliding into her pussy once more.

At that moment, another man climbed onto the table. He gave Rhiannon's ass a couple of slaps before positioning himself behind her. She knew what he intended and readied herself. She put her arms around the head of the man beneath her. He reached down and spread her ass cheeks wide. The second man pressed his cock against her other opening and pushed. She opened to accommodate him. He slid slowly into her ass as the man beneath stoked slowly.

“Double penetration,” she thought to herself. “I have two men inside me.” The guy behind her gripped her hips while the man beneath held her waist. There were other hands touching her shoulders and neck and thighs and calves. She felt consumed.

The cock in her ass moved faster and faster, the grip on her hips tightened. She wondered if the men's balls were slapping against each another as they rang her bell. “Oh, fuck me!” she cried out. The men doubled their efforts, their thrusts almost violent. “Yes, fuck me good!”

They could not last, though. The man on top knelt upright, his cock still inside her and said, “Who's next?” He pulled out and clambered off the table as another man came to take his turn. Rhiannon reached back to put some more saliva on her ass. 

The new man entered her with a practiced ease. He wasted little time, getting up to speed in seconds and giving her a good pounding. She cried out again and he fucked her even harder. The man beneath just maintained a steady slow stroke. She wondered if they could feel other's cocks inside her.

The new guy didn't last long, complaining of the hard wood on his knees. He was quickly replaced and a fifth cock was soon exploring her colon. When he had enough, the man beneath suggested they take a break. The three of them extricated themselves from one another and tried to get off the table gracefully. Hands immediately came to Rhiannon's assistance.

There were about ten people in the dinning room. Most of the eyes were on her, but the rest were watching one of the other women as she got fucked, bent over the table. Rhiannon could see a dark wet stain where she had been. Whether it was her juice or sweat from the men, she didn't know.

Rhiannon felt dizzy and held the table to steady herself. “I really need a drink,” she said to the man beside her. He put his hand on her back and pointed her to the kitchen. She thought he would follow, but instead remained in the room to watch the other woman.

Possibly sensing her disorientation, another man took her elbow and guided her. “What would you like to drink?” he asked. The wine was good, but she really wanted something refreshing. She asked him for a beer. He took two bottles from the fridge, opened them and handed one to her. The cold glass felt good on her hands. He tapped her bottle and they both took a long drink. “I'm Bobby,” he said. Rhiannon introduced herself in turn.

Looking around the kitchen, and what she could see of the living-room and dinning-room, most of the men wore their unbuttoned shirts as makeshift robes. The men in better shape wore only their boxer shorts (there were no briefs anywhere to be seen). Only two men were naked and Bobby was one of them. Glancing down, Rhiannon could understand why. In addition to being in good physical shape, he was rather well endowed. She resisted the urge to reach out and wrap her fingers around his long limp dick.

The man had been making small talk with her, but she hadn't paid attention. “I'm sorry,” she said, shaking her head as if to clear it, “I was … distracted.” She hoped that didn't sound stupid. Bobby shrugged and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“There's a lot to be distracted by here. That's the point, I guess.” She smiled and locked eyes with him. His hand lingered on her shoulder than slid along her arm in a caress. She could feel herself getting wet. Bobby was around thirty years old, not bad looking, but in very good shape. He had a lean hardness to him that appealed to her.

“Are you one of the regulars?” she asked. Bobby nodded. “It's my first time,” she replied. When he asked if she was enjoying herself, she bit her lip and looked coy. In a move that was uncharacteristically bold, she reached out with her left hand and stroked his cock. She looked down at it and then back to his face. His smile was as relaxed as before. The fact that his cock was in her hand didn't seem to register with him.

She gave him a squeeze, then reached down and cupped his balls in her hand. They were heavy and smooth. She imagined how they would feel in her mouth. She imagined how they would feel slapping against her chin or against her pussy as Bobby plowed her from behind. She tapped her bottle against his again and took another long drink of beer.

Another woman came into the kitchen to get a drink. She wore a man's shirt, but unbuttoned to reveal her nakedness beneath. A guy she had not seen before followed her. He wore nothing but was carrying his shorts in his hand. They smiled and nodded to Rhiannon, Bobby, and the other men before filling their glasses and leaving.

Eyeing the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter, Rhiannon released Bobby's balls and reached for the grapes there. They were some of the largest grapes she'd ever seen. She bit into one. It was seedless, as she hoped. She plucked a few more and offered some to Bobby. He accepted them with a smile and proceeded to pop them into his mouth quite audibly. She remembered reading something years ago, a story where a girl's pussy was stuffed with fruits and honey. Her lover ate them out of her. She didn't think that would work very well in real life.

She took the two grapes remaining in her hand and rolled them around. She reached for Bobby's testicles again and held them in her hand. She judged the grapes were slightly larger than his balls. Keeping eye contact with him, she brought the grapes to her lips and kissed them as she fondled him at the same time. When he smiled, she licked one grape then the other, then opened her mouth and rolled them in. As she rolled the two spheres in her mouth, she played with his nuts, foreshadowing what she intended to do with him. She made a face as she bit down and swallowed. Bobby responded by putting a pained look on his own face before laughing. 

Holding his testicles was making her horny and it was obvious that he enjoyed what she was doing. His cock was pointing out more, slowly rising. “How many times can you cum at one of these parties?” she asked.

“Two or three, occasionally four times. Sometimes only once. It depends on who's here and how I'm feeling.” She could sense his erection growing larger.

“Do you like cuming in a girl or on her?”

“Oh, good question. In her if I can. That can be messy if everyone is sharing … unless she swallows.”

“I swallow,” Rhiannon blurted out. She felt herself blushing.

“Remind me to cum in your mouth, then,” he said with a smile.

She couldn't stand it any more. She took another drink of beer and set it back down on the counter. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled it toward her. Changing her mind she looked toward the living-room and stepped that way, pulling Bobby along by his penis. She was going to take him into the other room and fuck him.

As she went through the door, two guys stepped aside for her as they tried to enter the kitchen. They smiled as she passed. She pulled Bobby along as if she was leading a mule. She wanted that mule to mount her. Then she was going to drink his milk.

There were two clusters of naked bodies on and beside one couch, but the other was vacant. Still pulling him, she led Bobby to the couch and sat on the edge. She glanced up at him briefly before directing her attention to the monster in her hand. She had never touched a cock so big. She held her arm against it for comparison. It was as thick around as her arm and nearly as long.

Curiously, Rhiannon never cared much for big dicks. Watching girls get fucked by monster cocks in porn videos did nothing for her. She was more interested in the passion and the creativity. In her personal life, size certainly never mattered. What turned her on was Bobby and his obvious interest in her. The fact that he was hung like a mule was only a novelty. 

Opening her mouth, she edged forward and tried to get it inside. She could barely fit the head between her lips. It was so thick she could not get it any deeper in her mouth. She would have to satisfy him with her hands. She was able to wrap both hands around the long shaft, stroking him rhythmically as she sucked the head. She massaged the tip with her tongue and lips.

Bobby was sufficiently hard before, but in her hands she felt him growing ever more turgid. The void between her legs was longing for fulfillment. She tried to force his thickness down her throat once more. Her eyes welled up and she nearly gagged at it pressed deeper than before. Gasping, she took it from her mouth and looked up at the man. He had a gentle but determined smile, almost a smirk.

She bent lower and licked his balls. They hung down enough for her to get her lips around them. She sucked one into her mouth gently, then the other. She thought she could accommodate both, but she just couldn't manage. She gave his cock another few strokes as she sucked the head, then eased away from him, lowering herself back on the couch. All the while, she maintained eye contact with him and held his cock in her hand. Her legs spread apart, beckoning to him.

He leaned down and let her guide his cock toward her throbbing pussy. She rubbed the head against her opening, in part for the shear pleasure and in part to spread her juices. She used her other hand to open her lips before letting him press inward.

She could feel herself opening up to accommodate his girth. She was being stretched wide. She thought about the time Charles had fucked her while she had a dildo inside her. She was really turned on by that and this thick cock going into her felt as intense.

With the head completely inside her, Bobby paused and went no further. He gave her a few moments to get used to its girth. He then pressed in slightly and pulled back just as much. He went in again, a little deeper this time, and pulled back just a bit. Rhiannon just lay there looking intently at him as he eased himself in. On his next thrust, he let out a slight moan.

He was pushing deeper now, and faster. She instinctively put her fingertips on his hips in an attempt to regulate his depth. Looking down at his next thrust, she could see there was still a lot of cock still to go; enough to wrap her hand around, if she so desired. She desired all of him inside her, but he was plenty deep already.

“You're doing good, that's it,” he said to her. “Just relax.” He took her hands away and put them on his arms. She gripped him with her hands and tried to use her feet to control him again. He responded by re-positioning so she no longer had leverage. He went no deeper, but his thrusts went faster. Rhiannon imagined her pussy being stretched out and so deeply penetrated.

She put a hand on her stomach. Pressing down, she could feel his cock pushing into her, a solid lump thrusting hard into her softness. She imagined it throbbing inside her, a living thing invading her body. “Oh, god,” she mumbled. She was ready to cum. She reached down and felt for his cock. He was nearly all the way in, his balls hitting her ass in time with his thrusts. He slowed down and took long strokes. Just as she approached the edge, he sped up and fucked her hard, brutally stabbing into her. Her mouth was open wide and she was staring at him intensely. 

Suddenly, he stopped and just slid his dick all the way into her. She was so damn close, too! "Do you trust me?" The question frightened her, but she nodded. "OK," he said and started pumping into her again. She was not prepared for what he did next. He wrapped his fingers around her neck and squeezed. Instinctively, she tightened her muscles in defense. Her windpipe was not closed off, but it was difficult breathing. She was helpless in his grip, his domination of her complete. 

There was no way to escape Bobby. She gave herself up and her body relaxed in supplication. As soon as she submitted to him, the orgasm hit her. The intensity nearly caused her to pass out. No sooner had she recovered, but he let go of her neck and leaned down. "You're my little fuck toy, aren't you?" Before she could reply, he tightened his grip again. She groaned and started cumming again.

Bobby slowed down and released his grip once more. Rhiannon responded by folding her legs around him and pulling him close to her face. She slipped his tongue deep into his mouth as they kissed. He pulled away from her and sat back on the couch, his legs spread. His cock leaned against his belly. She crawled to her knees, positioning herself between his legs, and looked at him. 

"Show me what you can do." Rhiannon bit her lower lip shyly then reached out to stroke his cock. She knew she couldn't suck him with her usual technique. She loved having a cock pushing at the back of her throat, so this situation annoyed her. She wrapped her lips around the head and used both hands to stroke him. He was still wet from her juices but she added saliva as it dripped from her mouth.

Using her spit as a lubricant, she held his cock firmly in both hands, sliding up and down as her mouth worked his head. She made it a point to slurp noisily as she sucked and stroked. Tears dripped from her eyes as she tried to force herself ever deeper onto him.

Someone was stroking her back, then her ass. She then felt two thighs brush against her ass cheeks. What came next was no surprise. A cock pressed between her legs and made its way into her opening. She pulled her mouth away from Bobby for a moment and sighed deeply as the man behind her began thrusting. She looked Bobby in the eye and went back to work on him.

She could sense him tightening up. "Grab my nuts, baby," he commanded her. She complied, rolling them around with her fingers. She felt the small spasm at the same time he let go of his held breath. A warm jet of sperm shot from his balls, through the shaft of his penis and into her hungry mouth. It was quickly followed by a second and third squirt. Without thinking, she swallowed the sticky mass. She continued to stroke and coaxed a bit more cum from him as she watched his face. He was looking down on her with a smirking smile. She kissed the head of his penis then licked the shaft.

All the while, the man behind her continued his assault, not pausing for a moment. Bobby gestured to him and he pulled out of her pussy and moved away. Bobby got up. The man took his place, spreading his legs and slouching down to put his cock and balls at the edge of the couch. To her surprise, Bobby got behind her and proceeded to guide his still hard cock into her. She couldn't believe he was still hard and now he was fucking her again. She turned her attention to the man in front of her, grabbed his cock and shoved it deep into her mouth.

In one of the guest bedrooms, Ron found Gail finishing with one of the a new guys. He watched as they kissed briefly and he pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. She got up on her elbows and watched as the guy pulled on his boxers and head for the door. She looked satisfied with his performance.

Gail spotted Ron in the hall and gave him a big smile. Slipping past the new guy as he exited the room, Ron maintained eye contact with Gail as he walked toward her. He felt his cock grow beneath the towel wrapped around his waist. He had fucked all three of the new girls and one of the regulars already, but he came only once so far. Getting erect again took surprisingly little effort.

She spread her legs and opened her arms to him as he approached the bed. Ron dropped the towel and climbed between her welcoming legs, sliding inside her with no need for guidance. After all their years together, they knew how to connect physically as well as emotionally.

Before each event, he and his wife and refrained from fucking all week. This would make them extra horny. Ron liked to begin by testing all the new girls. He loved fresh meat, but he equally enjoyed connecting with all the regular women as well. At each event, he made it a point to fuck every woman there, if only briefly. He thought it his duty as a good host.

Whenever his wife was unengaged, he would give her a quick fuck while they talked. They usually compared notes on how the party was progressing. Gail reported that she enjoyed four of the five new guys and thought three of them were worthy of a return invitation. Ron explained that all three of the new women were fun and two were definitely worth courting for the next event. They would next ask the regulars what they thought of the newcomers, too.

Ron gave her a long kiss and slid out of her. She pouted. “I want a cock,” she said.

“I'm sure you can manage,” he retorted, wrapping the towel around himself and smiling. He gave her a wink and headed out the door. He spotted Charles coming from the toilet. “Charles, my wife says she needs a cock, can you help her?” He looked confused for a moment until he saw Gail in the bedroom. He smiled and nodded. “Good man!” Ron said as Charles entered the room.

He went back downstairs to see what was happening in the living-room. One of the regular girls was surrounded by men as she knelt in the middle of the room. She had a cock in each hand and another in her mouth. She was switching from man to man quickly enough to keep them all entertained. Two of the regular guys were spit-roasting a new girl. Ron had not noticed the tattoo on her back when he took her earlier. There was a guy sitting on the couch as his girl straddled him. Another man stood aside waiting for his turn to take her.

The new people were mixing it up with the regulars, that was a good. He went downstairs and unlocked the door to the recreation room.