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.
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.
