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My partner, Diane, and I had lived in the small country town for about three years and had made quite a lot of new friends, but common interests had thrown eight of us together in an especially close group. The women met often and conspired like witches in a coven whilst the men did the same, usually with a glass of something in our hands at the local pub.

All of us were professional people and, even if I say so myself, fairly attractive. We enjoyed a pretty open and broadminded friendship, which led to lively times when the whole group met together. However, these “get-togethers” were nothing compared to what transpired on the 10th June.

It had been Sarah’s thirty-second birthday on the previous Wednesday – the 7th June – and her husband, Steve, had asked Diane and I, together with Dave, Holly, Pete and Rosemary to go over for dinner on the following Saturday evening.

We duly arrived around 7:30pm and presented our birthday gifts to Sarah along with our contributions to the bar. Steve served the ladies a drink and pointed us in the right direction to help ourselves. This we did and, so armed, we fell to chatting amongst ourselves.

At dinner, conversation was lively as the drink loosened our inhibitions. Village gossip ruled as the women recounted, for the men’s benefit, the various scandals to have surfaced since our last meeting.

Needless to say these scandals revolved around the rapacious sexual behaviour of certain male and female inhabitants which, during the course of each tale were systematically and methodically sexually dissected.

“Apparently Martin Jones is divorcing Jane,” put in Sarah at one point and then added, “Apparently he found her in bed with his brother, who was staying with them.”

“She says that it was a mistake. That Tom, the brother, climbed into her bed in the dark after a couple of drinks and she thought it was Martin and gave him a fair seeing-to before Martin came in and found them.”

“Yeh! Yeh!” jeered Holly, who had demolished the best part of a bottle of red wine at this point.

“As if she wouldn’t recognise whose appendage it was between her legs.”

Everyone exchanged amused glances.

“One cock is much the same as another,” argued Sarah, less afraid to call a spade a ‘cock’ and Diane, laughing, agreed.

“No, No, No – they are like fingerprints,” slurred Holly, “Each one is different.”

“You’re an expert are you, then?” asked Dave mischievously, who had said little while his wife was propounding her theory, but was curious to hear about her experiences.

“I’m just saying that that I would know if it was Dave who was – you know, inside me”

“Well I’m not sure I would,” said Sarah – and Diane agreed again, leaving Holly out on a limb.

“I bet you anything you like you wouldn’t.” argued Pete, who had joined in just to wind Holly up. But Holly took the bait.

“I bet you £1000 I would,” she countered not realising the significance of her statement.

“You’re on, Holly!” responded Pete mischievously.

Silence fell on a grinning dinner party until, feeling someone should say something, I said,

” Fine. So all we have to do is turn out the lights and let each of us supply Holly with a sample and let her tell us which cock was Dave’s.”

Everyone laughed and Steve said, “You talked your way into that one, Holly.”

“Well! I know I could,” she quipped peevishly looking at Dave. He shrugged.

After a while Rosemary asked light-heartedly , “Are you sure that this isn’t just a ruse to sample every man here, Holly?” whereupon Sarah, seeing the possibilities, pretended to reverse her opinion and said, “On second thoughts I think I could tell as well.”

Diane, who was on Sarah’s wavelength, agreed, looked towards me and smiled naughtily as she said it, probably seeking some sort of approval.

The group fell silent again for a while until I said simply, ” Well? Are we going to solve this or not?”

” Not unless Holly is prepared to go through with a test?” taunted Pete.

“It’s not just Holly, it’s all the men here, plus their wives,” I cautioned

The mood had changed. Everyone was excited – but nervous. They had also been loosened up by the drink and made horny by the talk, especially Holly who had, by now, finally taken in the concept of being fucked by four virile males and was probably feeling hornier than the rest of us put together. However, she still needed some encouragement.

“What do you think?” she asked Dave. He sniffed theatrically and replied, “Holly, do what you what. We are amongst friends here, but don’t expect “seconds” when we get home.”

This lightened the atmosphere and Rosemary asked tentatively, ” Well Holly, are you up for it. Judging from the bulging groins around this table all the men are?”

“What about us?” mewed Sarah, “Holly and the boys all get fucked and we have to watch – thanks a bunch!”

“We could all take turns,” put in Diane looking flushed and excited at the prospect.

“Well, I’ve played some party games in my time but this one will take the biscuit,” said Pete.

I took control, ” I think before we go any further we ought to make sure everyone is comfortable with what is being suggested here. Is everyone agreed we go ahead? I think I speak for each of us when I say that if any one of us feels unhappy we should stop, here and now and, just so we do not make anyone feel as though they are being railroaded into it, I think we should have a blind ballot.”

Several faces frowned until I asked Sarah whether her kids had one of those games that uses red and yellow counters. She said yes, realising what I intended and went to fetch it and a cloth bag. When she returned she placed them both on the table.

I asked everyone to take both a red and a yellow counter.

“OK,” I said, “I will come to each of you and you will put a yellow counter in the bag if you wish to continue or a red one if you don’t. You can hide it in your hand until it is in the bag so that no one will know how you voted and if we get a single red one, we stop.

Is that agreed?”

They all nodded their assent and I collected a counter from each of them. They held the other one discreetly hidden in their other hand.

When all counters had been collected I shook the bag and said, “Well, here goes, then,” and emptied the contents of the bag onto the table.

Eight glowing yellow discs tumbled from the bag.

I suppose that each one of us had expected a least one red disc and so gave a little gasp at the result. I collected the remaining counters and Sarah took them all away again.

“You seem to be a good organiser, John. What comes next? ” Said Dave.

“Well, the first thing is that we get a drink and move through to the lounge. That will allow the girls to clear the table.” I added, being unintentionally patronising.

Steve and Sarah had a square spacious lounge with a wide arch at one end that led into their dining room through which most of us paraded to take up a comfortable seat. With four hands at work the remains of the meal was cleared quickly and the girls soon joined us in the main room.

I found myself sitting like Hans Christian Anderson, surrounded by children eager to hear another story and I smiled quietly to myself.

“I think the first thing to get out of the way is Holly’s silly bet. I don’t expect we want to make her stick to it, do we?”

“Everyone shook their heads.”

“Besides it seems that all the ladies want to take a turn – is that right?”

They all nodded, Diane rather eagerly, I noticed, and I raised an eyebrow to her. She responded by pushing her tongue out cheekily.

“Right, this is how it will be played.” I said authoritatively, “Sarah, I want you to cut four identical pieces of card and write the numbers one to four on them. Then we place them in the bag and each man takes one. This will determine who goes first, second etc. Then, because it was Holly who started the whole thing off, she can be the first lady but the other three can draw for it like the men – using three cards but removing the number one, of course. Ok, let us do that now.”

Sarah disappeared again and returned with a post card, bag, scissors and a pen and began the task.

When she had finished, she took out the number one and replaced the remaining cards in the bag and offered them first to Diane. She drew number two, then Rosemary drew number four leaving her, Sarah, to take third place.

She handed the replenished bag to me and I invited each man to take a ticket,

“Don’t show or tell anyone,” I said – that’s what Holly has to guess and we will draw again when each girl’s turn comes.

As we drew our cards, something struck Pete, “Er, Um….I don’t know about you guys but it has been a couple of years since I did it four times in one night let alone a hour or so.”

Rosemary quipped, “Before my time then,” and fell into laughter with the others.

“Good point,” I acknowledged, ” We will have to limit each turn to a certain number of, well, strokes – how about twenty?”

“How about a hundred and twenty?” shouted Holly, determined she was not going to be short changed.

“Steve has never done a hundred and twenty strokes in his life, have you Steve?,” laughed Sarah, pulling a face at him.

I held my ground. “I think we will stick to twenty, OK?”

While I had been speaking, Sarah had lit several candles in the lounge and turned out the lights in the dining room and lounge to create a cosy and romantic atmosphere.

I continued. “I don’t know what you ladies think but I think that each girl should be blindfolded and bent over the dining table leaning on cushions. Each man will approach from behind, drop his trousers and perform his twenty thrusts without any other part of his body touching. Does that sound fair?”

“Sound a bit clinical, don’t you think?” stated Rosemary, “I think I’d like a bit of foreplay.”

“That will be down to whoever goes first,” said Holly enthusiastically.

“I don’t know about you, Rosemary but I’m already wet just thinking about it,” said Sarah.

“OK, number one gets to do the foreplay until the girl says she’s ready,” I said adding,

“Ready to go Holly?”

Sarah had already found a silk scarf with which to blindfold her and as she tied it around Holly’s head you could taste the sexual tension in the room. When blindfolded Sarah led Holly into the darkened dining room carrying a pair of cushions that she placed on the table. Then she stood Holly against it and called back,

” Let’s see who is number one?”

No one moved for several seconds then Steve got to his feet and walked silently into the dining room. The atmosphere was electric as Steve came behind Holly. Slowly he reached out with both hands and touched Holly’s side, just below her armpits and just behind her breasts. He stroked her gently up and down before falling onto his knees behind her and slowly massaging her upper thigh.

The silent group in the living room could only see his hands disappearing up her leg and beneath her skirt to re-appear on its downward stroke. As he caressed her, Holly sighed and leaned forward across the table pulling her tiny skirt high up her bottom to expose her little white briefs. On each upward stroke of Steve’s hand he rubbed the damp patch that had appeared on Holly’s panties. After several such strokes Holly reached back and slipped her panties down her legs to lie crumpled at her feet. Her parted legs parted further as Steve’s fingers slipped inside her glistening pussy lips.

I stole a glance at the rest of the group and every one was starring intensely at the spectacle being played out before them and, without exception, every one was rubbing themselves intimately.

Holly began to moan after only a couple of minutes and finally said in a husky voice, “I’mmm ready!”

Steve deftly removed his trousers and briefs and positioned his penis at the entrance to Holly’s pussy. He stroked the head of his organ along her slit before thrusting it fully inside her where he waited patiently to let Holly accustom herself to his girth. He withdrew it slowly and then thrust it forcefully back into her.

“One,” whispered someone

He thrust again.


Thrusts three to twenty were hard and measured and Holly pushed back and gasped with each one.

After “twenty” Steve withdrew, pulled up his clothing and joined the rest of us wearing a huge grin on his face.

“Number two,” someone said, and it was my turn.

Diane gave me an ‘Oh Yeh’ look as I went into the dining room and dropped my trousers. Holly’s pussy was pouting broadly between her pale thighs and covered with a dense carpet of brown hair that glistened with her juices in the flickering candlelight. I wasted no time in sliding my rigid prick, up to the hilt, into its slippery depths. God she felt good! I held still for a moment, knowing that, as soon as I began moving, the clock would start ticking and this feeling was too good to waste.

Her wet warmth gripped me as I began my twenty thrusts, only just aware of the whispered counting going on behind me. She was moaning quietly as I reached twenty and withdrew a considerably frustrated cock from, what I suspect was, a very frustrated pussy.

Dave was up next, grinning from ear to ear as he covered the few feet to his wife. He slipped his slacks off and then turned to grin at the rest of us. This action swung his penis into view – the first sighting of a manhood that the women had had and their eyes opened very wide at what they saw. I am quite well endowed but Dave’s log gave mine a good couple of inches. Diane took one look and clasped her hands to her mouth nudging Rosemary who was sitting next to her.

Like every one else Dave slipped his full length deep into Holly’s wetness and began his twenty thrusts. Halfway through, Holly began to buck backwards onto him and he thrust even harder bringing loud gasps of approval from her until, on thrust number seventeen she orgasmed. Dave stopped and waited until she calmed a little before completing his turn in slow languid strokes that kept Holly moaning and squirming.

After proudly putting away his shining soldier he swaggered back to his seat with a smug look on his face and sat down. The other ladies were clearly impressed and no doubt longed for their turn to be impaled on Dave’s dagger.

Poor old Pete was left bringing up the rear – so to speak – and was soon performing to the regular count of the assembly and, although he was not able to drive Holly over the edge again, managed to bring out a long satisfied moan for the duration of his turn.

Holly did not move when it was over and two of the girls went to her to see what was the matter.

“Nothing,” she said straightening up, removing the blindfold and letting her skirt fall over her naked, glowing, rear.

“I don’t think that I have ever been so turned on. I actually had an orgasm when number one put his cock in me but it was number three who really touched my soul.”

The three were making their way back to their seats when Rosemary asked,

” So, which one was Dave?”

She looked from face to face at all the men then said, ” I’m not going to say, but I will write it down and put it in an envelope until the others have had a turn.”

“Well, it looks as if it’s my turn,” said my wife, Diane who stood and slipped off her panties where she stood affording everyone a good look at her pale white thighs and shaved pussy that was clearly ready for action.

“Wooh! We haven’t drawn our numbers yet,” said Pete, clearly hoping for a lower draw this time.

Rosemary grabbed the bag and allowed each of us draw a number before collecting the cards and returning them to the bag.

Leaning over a table and being fucked from behind was one of Diane favourite positions and to have four cocks servicing her was certainly a fantasy she had often had, so it took her little time to get into position and wait patiently for her first lover.

Pete stood up and took off his shirt, shoes and socks before he approached her, then he dropped his pants and shorts leaving him naked for his turn.

He stood to one side so that all of us could see his finger tips caress Diane’s inner thighs and then slowly move closer and closer to her, obviously wet, pussy lips. Eventually he slipped two fingers along her slit, rubbing her clitoris on each forward stroke. Diane loved this and writhed against his fingers until she froze and clamped his hand between her legs.

“Fuck me!” she breathed, “Please!”

Pete stroked his penis with his hand and then leaned forward and impaled her effortlessly up to the hilt, feeling little friction in her copiously lubricated tunnel.

Diane gasped and arched her back as he entered and then Pete started to pump her quickly as if to get himself off in twenty thrusts, but to no avail. He slumped backwards on the count of twenty letting his, still erect, penis slip noisily out of Diane’s pussy.

Dave was next and had already stripped to his shorts whilst Pete recovered his own underwear and put it back on.

The bulge in Dave’s shorts was clearly of interest to Sarah and Rosemary who were having difficulty taking their eyes off it.

As he approached Diane’s slouched body, he removed the last of his clothes to let his ample member swing free in the open air. When he reached her he grasped it and slid it along her distended lips as a precursor to plunging it between them where it disappeared from our view inside her.

She gave an enormous groan of satisfaction and pushed back onto him causing his balls to slap loudly against the tops of her legs.

“Oh yes!” she cried, “just fuck me fast and hard,” which is what he did.

With one hand behind him for balance, he withdrew and pumped forward again twenty times in as many seconds.

When he stopped and slowly disengaged his cock from her throbbing vagina she cried again.

“Oh no! — next – please- please!

I, like the others, had prepared and was stripped to my shorts. I sprang forward with haste and before Diane’s rosy lips had closed, my cock was inside her.

“Oh yes!” she gasped again, “Fast and hard pleeeease!”

I obliged, getting very close to my own orgasm near the end of my turn, “God who thought up these silly rules?” I thought to myself as I snatched my throbbing penis from the jaws of pleasure and limped back to my chair stark bollock naked and not caring.

Steve was waiting like a relay sprinter to take over from me, standing naked and rampant on my left. As my cock slipped out, his cock slipped in and kept up the onslaught on Diane’s pussy.

At eighteen Diane shouted, “Yessss!” and no one noticed that Steve reached twenty-five before her climax subsided.

Diane certainly didn’t and was grateful for the overrun as she lay panting noisily.

As before, two of the girls, the two “unserviced girls”, took her blindfold off and helped her back to her seat where she lay back displaying a serene grin.

“Well which one was John?” Rosemary asked.

Holly interrupted, ” Don’t tell them, Diane. Write it down and put it in an envelope.”

Diane nodded and Rosemary held up the ubiquitous bag of numbers that produced the third order of play. When this had been completed Sarah jumped up and said excitedly “I’m next.”

She then started to strip, slowly and erotically. She was wearing a summer dress with buttons all down the front and, as she swayed to the silent music she unbuttoned it -starting at the top until she could slip it off each of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. For a thirty-something women, Sarah was in great shape, her natural honey blond hair fell easily to her shoulders and swirled like that of the models on hair care ads. Her slim frame was supported by two exquisite legs that went on forever and her flat stomach only made her ample, but not-overlarge breasts look perfect.

She had one of those bodies that made you think,”God I’d like to fuck you!” before realising that in a few minutes I would be doing just that – Joy o’ Joy!

Sarah was obviously not happy with only producing four extremely stiff dicks she wanted to make them hurt with desire, so she continued to move sensuously to and fro as she removed the remainder of her clothes. Her bra came off next to reveal two breasts to die for – firm, rounded with pointed nipples that protruded eagerly, longing to be sucked.

The performance to remove her panties had every man and maybe one or two of the women, squirming in their seats until she finally revealed the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. It first came into view from behind like the others had who preceded her, because she had bent forward – rear towards us, to remove her scant panties.

The perfectly coiffured bed of blond hair that came into view as she turned, brought a teardrop to the end of every penis present.

When her spectacular display had ended she took the scarf and sidled over to the table, blindfolded herself and, unlike the others, lay backwards on the table with her legs spread wantonly wide. Nobody cared.

Number one was close behind her – it was me again, quickly divesting myself of unnecessary clothing once her eyes were covered.

Rules of the game had already been bent and so I dropped to my knees and bent forward to run my tongue up and down the inside of her thigh until, overcome by the scent of her sex, I ploughed my tongue along her dripping furrow. After a single swipe of my eager tongue, her flower unfurled and presented its deep red inner petals, moist with the dew of desire. I plunged into her again and again, sampling the nectar and pleasuring the flower for its gift.

The rule was that she had to ask to be entered when she was ready and she held back her request for ages. In fact she waited until her first orgasm overcame her whereupon she grasped my head with her thighs and held me hard against her throbbing crutch.

As her pleasure subsided, she said finally, “Fuck me please,” and spread wide her long legs. I stood, my tempered steel prick throbbing mercilessly and stabbed her moist centre. It entered her roughly, but slid effortlessly all the way in until our pubic bones ground together. I paused again to savour the ripple of her vaginal muscles as they tantalised me to near orgasm.

There was no rule of the game that said that the men couldn’t cum just that we had to service every woman with twenty strokes.

I have to say that I have always prided myself on my powers of recuperation and I decided that Sarah was to receive a special blessing.

Leaning over the table supported only by my arms, I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy to a count of twelve before I felt the urge to ejaculate. It came suddenly, semen rushing from my balls to the end of my cock in microseconds to spurt, unchecked, deep into Sarah’s womb.

“Sixteen, seventeen,” I was pumping my last load.

“Eighteen, nineteen,” my cock felt satisfied and started to soften.

“Twenty,” I gasped and slumped across Sarah – again not allowed in the rules, but still, no one cared.

I pushed myself up, let my limp cock slip from its warm hole and made my way back to the sofa. Diane snuggled up beside me and whispered in my ear, ” That shiny soft cock will certainly give you away. We will have to do something about it, won’t we?”

With that she dropped her head into my lap and took my whole cock in her hot little mouth and sucked. I slipped my left hand between her legs and rubbed her, still engorged pussy lips. The combination soon had me rigid and ready again at which point she stopped and sat back proudly.

Sarah lay, legs spread wide displaying her blond thatch, darkened with perspiration and my cum.

“Whose for sloppy seconds, then?” she asked and was answered quickly as Steve plunged his cock deep inside her.

“Slow and deep lover,” she drawled and Steve obeyed with long slow strokes that had Sarah humping synchronously against him. By the time he had plunged into her twenty times she was approaching another orgasm and yelled, “Please finish me”

Dave stepped forward, naked as a new-born babe but sporting an erection that impressed everyone, men included. As he walked forward it swayed uncontrollably from side to side like a mine-detecting machine – too long and heavy to stand erect. He wasted no time in presenting his prize to Sarah’s waiting lips that twitched and rippled with anticipation.

The rules had said that the count does not start until the penis is fully embedded – a silly rule. When you have a penis as long as Dave’s you can satisfy a women without ever fully entering her as Dave was about to show us.

He sunk two thirds of his rod into Sarah who groaned and writhed around it, desperate to feel the whole length inside her, before he withdrew and began stroking into her again and again.

This he kept up for several minutes without scoring a count under the rules, but was able to bring Sarah to the point of climax whereupon he thrust his entire length deep inside her.

The collective referee counted “one”.

Sarah gasped.

He rammed into her a second time and she squirmed and gasped again. By the time he had impaled her twenty times she had cum powerfully and was simply jelly on the table – incapable of further excitement.

“Do you want to rest awhile, Sarah?” Rosemary asked, but Sarah shook her head, rolled over onto her stomach and pulled her legs up under her to expose a glowing red pussy whose lips hung wetly open. Pete, stripped naked and, sporting a formidable erect, circumcised penis moved up to her and placed just the head between those waiting lips where he left it. He then began to run his forefinger down the moist crack between the cheeks of her arse, playing with and teasing her little brown star until it opened and let the top third of his finger disappear inside.

It took a while for her grip to relax but eventually Pete was able to slide his finger in and out of the tight little tube accompanied by humping movements from Sarah.

This had the effect of rubbing the top two inches of his cock in and out of her vagina stimulating her clitoris as it did so.

It wasn’t long before she was pushing back onto his staff and those of us close by could see her pussy lips close around Pete’s cock and suck it strongly. Pete meanwhile now had two fingers sawing away at Sarah’s rear and she, who only a few minutes ago felt replete, was grinding wantonly back into him. He finally thrust forward, announced by the loud slap of his balls against her thigh to draw a breathless ‘One’ from Holly.

As before Sarah was quick to rise and reached orgasm at around the fifteenth thrust crying out soulfully as Pete completed his set and withdrew.

“That’s three down, one to go,” I said, grinning at Rosemary whose eyes had been glazed over for a while.

I then added, having noticed several pairs of blue balls around the room, “If it’s alright with Rosemary and everyone else, and as a consolation for being last, I suggest that we waver the ‘twenty strokes rule’ and let each of us continue until we cum.”

“That’s OK by me,” answered Rosemary, her face breaking into a huge grin.

We again drew cards for the order of play and sat back to see what Rosemary would do.

Instead of repeating what the others did, she stood up and tied her blindfold tightly over her eyes, threw her arms in the air and said, “OK boys, I’m yours to unwrap.”

Steve was up first and, standing behind her, started to stroke her back and sides before closing each of his large hands around her jutting breasts. I knelt in front of her and run my hands up and down her upper thigh under her dress. She was wearing stockings and I felt my cock twitch as I caressed, first the silk of her stocking then the smooth cool flesh above them. Pete took over caressing the other thigh whilst Dave massaged her bottom cheeks.

As we worked we heard the sound of her zipper and felt the dress fall to the floor. Steve rubbed the lace of her bra against her taught nipples for a few moments and then flipped the catch and let her bra fall free to leave her naked accept for her garter belt, stockings, panties and shoes.

Her panties had been put on after her garter belt and Pete and I took each side and peeled them down her legs to the ground where she stepped away elegantly from them. I don’t know what I expected really, but when faced with a beautifully trimmed patch of red hair nestling low and barely covering her front slit my cock gave another violent twitch. Pete smiled across at me and slipped his hand between her legs to stroke her, already very moist, pussy lips. Dave and Steve had taken up a position on either side of Rosemary and were suckling a breast each. Rosemary’s head was thrown back and her mouth gaped open revealing her stunning white teeth. As the caressing and sucking increased, she began to breathe heavily but she collected herself sufficiently to say, “I’m ready for number one.”

The four of us leaned her slim body backwards and laid her on a low, sturdy coffee table in the middle of the room where Steve had placed some cushions. As she reclined and placed her stocking clad legs on either side of it she revealed a red wet gash slicing through her nest of titian hair. Pete knelt, his straining cock hung down so that its purple head lined up perfectly with her pouting lips. Steve and Dave continued to fondle her nipples whilst Pete thrust in, deeply, until his own curly crop became entangle with hers.

Her outer lips seem to grab hold and suck at his penis as he withdrew it only to relax as he thrust forward again. Her clitoris popped out of its hood and I rubbed it gently and it wasn’t long before their conjoined genitalia was making slurping noises and oozing drops of her essence onto the edge of the table. Having been denied released twice before, Pete increased his speed and, grunting loudly, he came, emptying his seed sacks in four hard thrusts.

We all stopped him from slumping forward onto Rosemary and he retired to a chair. I took his place and continued to pound that deliciously sloppy pussy until it twitched and grabbed me. I slowed my assault as her climax waned until I withdrew completely to let Steve take over.

One of the girls asked her if she wanted to stop or rest, having seen how vigorously we had used her but she said ‘No’. However, she did ask to change position. Steve stepped back and let her roll off the table and take up a position crouching doggy style on the soft carpet. Steve, who had been kneeling to one side with his slimy rod waving madly, re-entered her in a slurp and a squelch and continued to bang away until he came in a powerful series of noisy thrusts that lifted Rosemary’s rear end off the carpet.

Steve crawled away to rest and Dave moved into position with his wonder wand straining to be put to work, but, before he entered her there was just time for a glimpse of the delightful cream pie between Rosemary’s legs.

Unlike before, Dave didn’t teased Rosemary, but impaled her to the hilt in a single jab.

She gasped, “Oh my god, Dave, take it easy.”

Yes, they had all seen Dave’s drilling equipment and knew when they were on the receiving end. Several laughed on hearing this including Dave who gave her another powerful thrust in reply, in fact he gave her a great many powerful replies before sensing that she was again approaching her climax. Being the gentleman he was and being close to his own finish, Dave waited for her to cum, which she did noisily, thrashing back into him so that he had to hold on if he was not to slip out of her.

Eventually she calmed enough for Dave to bring himself to a teeth-grinding finish that lasted several minutes – much longer than my orgasms and I wondered just how much semen he had placed inside her. However much there was, it ran out of her and down the inside of her leg as soon as Dave withdrew his dick.

Anticipating this, Sarah had brought a towel that she offered to Rosemary as she removed her blindfold and rolled over to lie exhausted on the rug. She put it between her thighs and lay back down.

Sarah looked at her tired body and said, ” God, Rosemary, that was a gang bang – are you all right?”

Rosemary turned her head to the side, grinned widely at Sarah and answered, “Fantastic – a bit sore – but fantastic!”

As the appointed spokesman I was forced to say after a long wait and several large gulps of my drink, “OK then, have all you ladies picked out which one was your partner?”

“I don’t care, I’ll take Dave home with me.” laughed Rosemary and the others all joined in.

“Sorry girls, no favourites. Let me have your envelopes. Holly, yours first please.”

It was, in fact the only envelope, the others had just scrawled a number on a piece of paper and folded it. I opened the envelope, removed and unfolded the paper inside to display a large number ‘3’.

Showing every one her answer, I said, “It looks as if Holly was right,”

” Surprise, surprise,” scoffed the other girls who had all guessed which one was Dave – who wouldn’t? The man had been around twice when dicks were handed out!

“Diane, my dear,” I smirked at her as I opened the paper.

“Number 4 – shame on you- you picked Steve. ”

” Ooh Aah!” came the chorus and Diane blushed.

I moved on quickly and found that Sarah had picked me. Interesting. The mistake escaped no one.

“You two must have similar dicks,” said Rosemary who was still lounging almost naked on the floor.

“They must have,” said Holly and added, ” Let’s see them boys.”

“OK. ” I answered but first, let’s see Rosemary’s reply.”

I open the last paper and it said ‘1’.

“I’d recognise that twitch when he cums anywhere,” she laughed, leading us all in a chorus of laughter but that didn’t deflect Holly who challenged, “Come on you two. You can’t get out of this.”

I looked at Steve and he looked at me. After what had happened tonight, standing up naked in front of the gathering was small beer. I stood and Steve stood next to me, our tackle hanging forlornly before us.

“That’s no good,” quipped Holly, “Can’t you get ’em up? Come on, Diane, Sarah – give ’em a hand…. or mouth.” She giggled at her own pun.

My partner and Sarah looked at each other then got up and walked forward. As they were about to kneel in front of us they exchanged knowing glances and then swapped places. Sarah took my semi-erect cock in her hand and squeezed it hard – it grew an inch. She licked it from top to bottom while rubbing between my legs as if I had a pussy. The effect of this was stunning and my organ leaped into her wet mouth where it underwent a sucking of which Dyson would have been proud.

Diane was having similar success with Steve who now sported a useful length of flesh – in fact, even to me, the similarity was astonishing – same length – same width – same shape. Diane was forgiven. I had just found my dick’s doppleganger!

We stood side by side as the others examined our equipment. Most of them were satisfied.

“OK, we will let you off,” but Holly wasn’t satisfied and added sulkily, “Well, I bet I could tell the difference.”

“I think this is where we came in,” said Pete and the others groaned.

“So there’s only one way to find out isn’t there folks?” added Diane expectantly. Steve and I groaned again. Holly beamed and stood up. She was still fully clothed except for her discarded panties, but began to remove her blouse followed by her bra and skirt.

“Whoa! Hang on we need some new rules if there is only two of us – she has a fifty percent chance of guessing right. How about each of us fuck Holly without her blindfold – a sort of sample… then we blindfold her and fuck her four times and she has to tell us the order we fucked her in.”

“Sounds fair to me,” said Pete

Although small, Holly was beautifully proportioned and I suspect her continuing scepticism was a ruse to show off her gorgeous body – not to mention getting herself fucked again. After Pete had spoken she made a Beeline for Steve and pushed him backwards until his legs hit a dining chair on which he sat. Holly straddled his lap and wasted little time guiding his penis to the lips of her wet and waiting pussy and, after wiping his knobhead along her slippery valley a few times, sank down onto it.

She wriggled to let it fill her properly and began to raise and lower herself. No one was counting but after about a dozen thrusts she kissed Steve and got off him. She motioned me to take the seat where she repeated the procedure.

As she dismounted me Sarah was waiting with the blindfold and secured it over Holly’s eyes. “How do you want it, Holly?” she asked.

“Like you had it – on my back on the table. Oh! And I want them both to cum in me.”

Both Sarah and Rosemary helped her into position with her pussy at the end of the table and her legs dangling down.

” Do you want Rosemary and I to hold your legs for you Holly?”

“Please,” so they took up position to each side holding a foot and leaving Holly to display her wonderful pussy to all and sundry.

Whilst this was going on, Steve and I, in quiet whispers had decided the order in which we would go.

He went first. He stepped up and smiled, first at his wife and then at Rosemary. Then he leaned forward and supported his weight on his arms letting his cock swing into a position where it was poised to enter her. He gingerly pushed forward to engage her lips that she held parted and pushed deep into her vagina. He wasted no time in establishing a rhythm but stopped short before either of them came, pulled out and stood back.

“Next,” said Sarah.

Steve walked over to me, wiped himself with the towel that I offered him and returned to Holly. Sarah raised an eyebrow but Steve only smiled, took up the same position as before and carried on where he left off bringing Holly very close to her first orgasm before pulling out again and returning to where I stood.

At this point, everyone expected me to take over but Steve returned a third time to the task. This followed the same format as before only this time Holly began to climax after only a short while leaving Steve to pump roughly into her until he reached his own climax. As he was pumping in and out of Holly both his wife and Rosemary were rubbing themselves between their legs with their free hands and Rosemary came silently at the same time as he did.

When my turn came I was careful to take up my position exactly as Steve had done and I slipped all my rigid inches deep inside that sloppy hole. It responded with a squelch as Steve’s cum was forced out onto my balls. I started slowly, giving Holly time to recover from her climax but gathered pace as I sensed her beginning to respond again. I must have fucked her for eight or nine minutes before I felt the sperm rise in my balls. I held back and waited for that telltale throbbing that told me Holly was cumming and at that point I slammed hard into her and spurted my scalding hot load deep inside her. Her pussy rippled along my shaft. I withdrew before ramming my shaft forward into her tiny frame and ejaculated again then did it again and again. I was amazed by the strength of my orgasm being the second in under an hour, but it was certainly one to remember.

My legs felt wobbly and I staggered backwards finding comfort in a convenient armchair where I gathered my breath. As luck would have it Holly was also taking her time to recover so that by the time she was removing her blindfold both Steve and I were equally composed and not about to give away who went last.

Sarah and Rosemary tried to help Holly to get down but Holly bounced excitedly back to the gathering where she pushed a towel between her legs and reclined, glowing, onto a sofa next to Dave.

After a short period of suspense, Sarah asked the question.

Holly glanced sideways towards Dave who raised a smiling eyebrow and said,” It was certainly Steve who went first but I’m pretty sure he also went second as well.”

People exchanged looks indicated they were impressed.

“I also think that John went last. He has a wonderful action – thank you John.”

Steve looked a little miffed that Holly had singled me out for praise but Holly continued..

“You think you had me fooled didn’t you Steve, by going third as well, but that final session did wonders for me. You have this knack of pushing the tip of your penis in so that it rubs exactly the right spot as it enters. I think you could make me cum very quickly – and of course you did.”

Every one gave a spontaneous round of applause and Diane said,” I don’t know how she does it.”

“Well it’s certainly been a night to remember,” said Holly, whereupon my better half, who was the only woman still wearing any clothing and who had only had one orgasm, retorted, “It’s not over yet I hope?”

“What do you have in mind then, Diane?” asked Sarah who was busy pouring wine into the glasses of anyone whose glass was empty.

“Well, I’m still horny – I don’t know about the rest of you.”

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