Loading...Anybody who knows me will tell you I’ll do almost anything. I draw the line at skydiving and waterboarding during sex. Otherwise, I’ll go with the crowd. If a dozen people I know all decide to go camping in the Rockies in January, I’m there.
This can be a dangerous habit. On the other hand, it can open up opportunities to explore some things I normally wouldn’t do.
Such was the case last weekend when I was invited by my friend Christine to attend a party with her. Christine is the manager of a bank across town from me. I’m an assistant manager and rely on her wisdom quite often in making decisions. We were hired at the same time and have been friends since orientation.
She’s thirty two, absolutely gorgeous and very down-to-earth. Other than being close to the same age, we have nothing in common.
We met for lunch the Saturday before the party because Christine wanted to give me some ‘background information’ about the people that would be there. I thought that was a little strange, but always enjoy being with her, so I agreed to meet.
“Wait until you see this place,” Christine said soon after we were seated. Her blue eyes widened as the excitement in her voice rose. “The house is a mansion and there aren’t any neighbors for about half a mile in each direction. There are trees everywhere. You really feel like you’re totally isolated, but in a good way.”
We ordered our food, then Christine continued.
“I wanted to tell you about this group of people.” She leaned forward a little as if nobody around us was allowed to hear what she had to say. “Rachel, I can pretty much guarantee you’ve never been to a party like this. Maybe I’m wrong, but I think you would have told me by now.”
Christine had a nasty habit of pausing for effect when she was telling me something interesting. Normally she wouldn’t go on until I answered. This time I just said, “You’re probably right.”
“This place has a huge pool and an awesome hot tub. You can get like a dozen people in it, if you want to sit on somebody’s lap.” Her smile widened. “Anyway, it won’t take long for most of the women to start laying around the pool topless to work on their tans. Most of them will get into the hot tub that way, too.”
So far I hadn’t heard anything that would classify this crowd as abnormal. Christine had told me that they were all about our age, with some of the spouses being a few years younger and older. Lots of my friends sunbathed topless. No big deal.
“It’s when the party starts moving inside the house that it gets interesting,” she said. “The rooms upstairs will be busy. The unwritten rule is that the doors must stay open. Rachel, you’ll see all kinds of stuff up there.”
She paused. I ate my salad.
“On the main level is the pink room. We call it that because only women are allowed in. I want to take you in there, but it’s totally up to you, Rachel. And then there’s the basement.”
This time we would have sat there all day if I hadn’t said anything. “What’s in the basement?” I had to ask.
“My God, Rachel.” Christine would have been ON the table if she leaned any closer. “There’s stuff down there you’ve never dreamed of. Nobody gets hurt, so don’t worry about that. But…geez, Rachel, I get wet just thinking about it. Please tell me you’ll at least let me take you down there.”
“Well, I guess. You’re going to anyway,” I said with a tinge of mockery. “So, tell me—are you saying I might have sex at this thing?”
She finally leaned back in her chair. “If you don’t, we need to talk.”
“With just about anybody I meet?”
“It’s up to you. Rachel, there’s going to be people crawling all over you. You’re so adorable, you’ll have your pick,” Christine said.
“Yeah, right. If I’m topless in that hot tub and you’re next to me, nobody will even know I’m there.”
“Stop it. It’ll be fun. Trust me. Now let me tell you about a couple people in particular.”
Now she had my attention. I liked details and I sensed I was about to get some juicy tidbits about people I’d be meeting. This would be good.
“Justine O’Toole will probably be there. She’s just the cutest little thing. If I can get her away from David Keane long enough, I want her to take you to the pink room. God, Rachel. She’s the one that introduced me to that room and I’ll never forget it. I’ve never met anyone, male or female, that knew what buttons to push like she did. She’s got real cute reddish hair and a great little body.”
Christine and I had a couple lesbian experiences under our belts, but always as part of threesomes with guys. Neither of us actively sought out other women for sex. But I trusted her judgment when it came to her friends.
“You are not allowed to leave that party without being with Justine first,” Christine ordered.
“Well, OK,” I said. “Who else is there?”
“Roy the toy guy.”
“Roy the toy guy?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yep. He’ll be downstairs,” Christine explained. “He’s a workout freak. He’s got the body of a world class athlete, and the cock of a stud horse. Once he works you over with one of his many toys, you’ll be begging him to fuck you in every hole you’ve got.”
Watching and hearing Christine practically whisper over the table to me so nobody could hear her was about the sexiest thing I’d done in months.
“You’ll do things with him you never dreamed of doing, Rachel.”
I’m one of the world’s great fantasizers, so I was anxious to find out what Roy the toy guy could teach me. At the same time, I was a little doubtful of Christine’s version of what the day would be like.
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Right up until the time Christine was pulling the car into the long, tree-lined driveway on the day of the party, I was skeptical. I was going to be the stranger, the outsider. Undoubtedly, cliques had been formed from parties in the past. Besides, my plain looks compared to Christine didn’t help my self-esteem. I’d be ugly Betty attending a party of Playboy bunnies. No amount of alcohol could probably make a man, or woman, choose me over the people Christine said would be at this party.
It didn’t help when we walked up to the house and passed luxury car after luxury car.
“I hope there’s no cover charge. I won’t be able to afford it,” I said to Christine.
She laughed. “No cover charge. Just be yourself, Rachel. You’re with friends, remember.”
Christine rang the doorbell and we waited impatiently. I checked my beach bag one last time. Christine had suggested I pack my swimming stuff in a separate bag, so I had my tiniest bikini and a single towel shoved in the bottom. I could only imagine what miniscule little suit Christine had packed in her bag.
Finally, the door swung open and a good-looking guy in a tank top and shorts invited us in. He kissed Christine, who then introduced me. I got a polite handshake, but didn’t take it as a personal affront. After all, I WAS the outsider.
She was right about the house. It was magnificent, and I was just in the entranceway. A chandelier hung above us, with long hallways heading in three directions. Wonderful paintings hung at perfectly spaced intervals. Natural wood floors reflected the soft lighting flawlessly.
“You know where everything is,” our host said to Christine. “Almost everyone’s here, so feel free to mingle and let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Bob. I’m sure everybody will love Rachel. I’m really excited she agreed to come,” Christine said.
“We’re glad to have her,” he said, smiling at me and doing a quick scan of my body with his eyes.
I smiled back shyly as Christine led me down the main hall a few steps behind Bob. The sounds of people talking and laughing came from all around us. My head turned back and forth as I tried to steal a look inside each den, library and living room that we passed.
“I want to check out back first. Is that OK?” Christine asked.
“Sure. Whatever you say.”
We had entered a huge dining room with a long table covered with snacks and food. Several people were working their way around the table as we passed by. Christine seemed to know all of them, but didn’t stop to introduce me. The people were casually dressed, but nobody was naked or having sex amid the desserts, as I had envisioned it based on Christine’s description.
Finally, we came to the double sliding glass doors that led us to the deck. That’s when things began to change. The noise level increased and the amount of clothing decreased. The first few people I saw were all in bathing suits. The women, especially, seemed intent on showing as much skin as possible, although everybody still had both pieces on.
I heard men and women calling out Christine’s name. I just put on a smile and followed her onto the deck.
“Let me introduce you to a few people and then we’ll work our way down to the pool,” Christine said, leaning back so I could hear her. We were on the upper level of a multi-level deck—how many levels, I couldn’t tell, yet. I looked out over the railing and down onto the pool area and never-ending lawn. People were everywhere.
I was introduced to men and women, almost all gorgeous. My self-esteem insecurity raised its ugly head, but I kept convincing myself Christine wouldn’t have brought me if I didn’t belong. But I still wondered. I also felt a little awkward fully dressed among all the sunbathers and partiers.
We walked down one flight of steps. Still, we were not at the bottom. I met more people and we walked down one more flight.
Now we were getting somewhere. In the corner of the deck was a huge, sunken hot tub. I’ve been on lots of cruises with much smaller hot tubs than this one. And the crowd around us was equally impressive. People were standing or sitting in every square inch of room. Christine and I barely managed to get from one cluster of people to another. But we inched our way towards the hot tub regardless.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Christine said.
I was about ready to ask her, ‘Warn me about what?’, when I looked into the hot tub. Three of the four women in the tub were topless. I assumed the two men had suits on, but I couldn’t tell because of the swirling water. I watched the water churn up and around the three sets of exposed breasts. It really WAS an erotic sight for somebody like me not used to seeing much public nudity.
“Christine!” one of the topless women yelled out. “Come on in!”
“Ah, not quite yet, Megan. I just got here,” Christine explained. “Everybody, this is Rachel.”
She touched my arm and everyone in the tub welcomed me. I tried not to be too obvious in my attempts to answer the question about the guys having suits on, at the same time saying ‘Hi’.
“You’re coming back to join us, right Rachel?” one of the guys asked. “There’s room right here.” He barely moved to the side and motioned at the tiny space next to him.
“Reserve it for me,” I said. His attention was soon taken by one of the half naked ladies next to him.
“C’mon, Rachel,” Christine said. “Let’s get to the pool and change into our suits.”
It sounded like a good idea and we walked down one more level. Finally on the grass, we headed for the mammoth pool area. Elegant tile flooring rimmed the pool, with lounge chairs everywhere. Very few were empty, but Christine managed to find two together and we laid out our towels. I was still taking in the surroundings, checking out the tables and umbrellas, not to mention the people sitting at them.
“Let’s change,” Christine said, taking my hand and leading me toward a small hut-like structure with a thatched roof. When we got there, one of the two small doors was open.
“We’ll have to share,” she said.
I followed her in and we began to change into our bathing suits. It had been a while since I saw Christine naked. Being so close to her in that hut reminded me of how sensational her body was. Eventually, we had our bikinis on and were heading back to the chairs.
“What do you want to drink?” Christine asked. “They can make margaritas if you want one.”
She knew I had a weakness for them.
“Sure. That would be great.”
A couple minutes later we were laying back in our lounge chairs, sipping margaritas and talking to friends. If that’s all we did all day it would have been OK with me. But watching the people around the pool—and IN the pool—beginning to get a little ‘friendlier’ with each other hinted at more to come than just talking.
When it was just Christine and I alone for a second, she leaned over and said, “It won’t be long before the real action begins. When I see the first clue, I’ll let you know.”
I took that to mean topless in the hot tub was not a clue.
“How’d this all get started, anyway? I mean, whose idea was it?” I asked.
“It started with Bob and his wife. He’s the guy who met us at the door,” Christine said. “They began swapping spouses with two other couples. Then they all invited friends to join them. They decided to cap it at about fifty or sixty people, but we’re all allowed to bring a guest if we want. Right now we all trust each other. They don’t want it getting so big we don’t feel safe.”
“Who pays for all this?” I said, holding up my drink.
“Oh, Bob gets most of it. He can afford it. But the ‘regulars’ all pitch in a little each time, too.”
“Do I owe you anything?” I asked.
Christine just laughed. “No, of course not. Just enjoy yourself.”
I looked around the pool again and couldn’t help but notice an attractive woman sitting in the lap of a man across the pool from us. Her legs hung over the sides of their lounge chair. The man lay on his back, but was tilted up enough so that his face was at her chest level. The couple was far enough away that I couldn’t make out details, but there was no doubt that the topless woman was letting the man suck on, or lick, her breasts.
I was mesmerized by the scene. I’d seen other people have sex before, but this was different. This was ‘in your face’ voyeurism at its best. The people around them talked, sunbathed or ate as if nothing was happening. Meanwhile, the topless woman squirmed with pleasure as the man under her continued to work on her tits.
I felt my pussy react with involuntary contractions and a noticeable buildup of moisture. I wanted to touch myself, or play with my nipples. Instead, I just stared. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled my eyes away.
“Exciting, isn’t it?”
The words stunned me back to life. I looked over at Christine. She was smiling at me wickedly.
“That’s the least of what you’ll see today,” she said, taking a sip of her margarita.
“You must think I’m a total idiot,” I said.
“Nope. I did the same thing the first time. You’ll get used to it.”
I looked at the couple again. The woman had climbed off the chair and was sitting in one next to the man, her back to me. It appeared as if her hands were on, or near, his lap. But I couldn’t tell.
“It must be hot knowing people are watching,” I said.
“Very,” Christine replied. She, too, was now gazing at the couple.
The pool was between us and the pair making out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another couple in the water, leaning against the edge of the pool in the deep end. Water was up to their necks, yet their actions were quite apparent. The woman was pressed firmly against the man, who seemed to be holding her up by the ass or waist. The sun’s reflection on the water concealed their bodies.
“God, Christine. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take,” I confided.
She laughed. “Just wait.”
The sound of women laughing turned my attention to the side. A group of about six women, half of them sitting and half of them standing, were talking loudly with the center of attention being an incredibly sexy woman in a bright red bikini. The suit highlighted her burgundy colored hair. The more I looked the harder it was to take my eyes off her.
Clearly, the other women were drawn to her as well and, although I couldn’t hear what they were saying, she seemed to be the one carrying the conversation. She didn’t have the largest breasts at the party by any means, but the overall effect of her petite frame was stunning. So the combination of looks and personality seemed to make her a popular guest.
“Do you like her?” Christine asked.
“Uh, yeah.” Once again, she caught me staring.
“Want to meet her?”
I felt my pulse quicken. “Sure.”
Christine put her drink down, rose to her feet and leisurely walked over to the group I was watching. I saw them chatting for a minute, then Christine was talking to the pretty redhead. Soon, both of them were heading my way.
Now that the woman was standing and a little closer, I could admire her body even more. There was no doubt why she was so well-liked.
Finally, they were standing next to me.
“Rachel, I want you to meet Justine. Justine, this is my friend Rachel.”
So THIS was Justine O’Toole of pink room fame. “Hi,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”
“Hi, Rachel. Why doesn’t it surprise me that Christine would show up with such a pretty guest.”
I’m not real good at accepting compliments, especially when I’m in awe of the person giving it to me. I smiled and said ‘thanks’.
Christine found a chair for Justine while I sat on the edge of my lounger. Up close, Justine was even more attractive. She didn’t have the perfect tan so many of the other people had, but I blamed that on her red hair. Justine made up for it with flawless skin and wonderful, gentle curves in just the right places.
We talked for a few minutes and Justine filled me in on some of the more interesting people within sight. She pointed out David Keane who I remembered Christine talking about in the restaurant.
“I hate to lead other women to him,” Justine said with a grin, “but if you get the chance, spend some time with him. You won’t regret it.”
Her meaning was clear, which intrigued me considering what Christine had told me about her.
“Justine, I told Rachel you might show the pink room to her. Do you think you’ll have time?” Christine asked.
I saw Justine’s eyes travel down my body and back up. The inspection was quick, but thorough.
She smiled. “Oh, I think I have time right now.”
The words were music to my ears.
“Great. Rachel, you ready?” Christine said.
I replied, “Let’s go.”
We began to weave through the crowd. Christine leaned back and whispered to me, “The fun’s about to begin.”
This must have been the clue we were waiting for and the butterflies in my stomach confirmed as much. We entered the house through a ground-level door, then made our way up to the first floor. It was even more crowded—and louder—than when Christine and I first arrived. A couple women were topless, but that hardly shocked me anymore.
We entered one of the many hallways in the house. Justine led the way, with Christine and I close behind. We passed two open rooms before coming to a closed door with a pink ribbon hanging from the doorknob. We were there.
Justine gently opened the door, looked back at us with a smile, and escorted us inside.
There were two double beds along the wall on the right. The one closest to the door was empty. The one closest to the window wasn’t. In the middle of the bed, on top of the pink bedspread, were two naked women in the sixty-nine position. The room was silent except for the sounds of their lovemaking.
Two women were standing at the foot of the bed holding hands, watching intently. Another couple sat on a couch to our left. They were all dressed, either in swimming suits or shorts and t-shirts.
I refocused on the naked bodies entwined on the bed. They appeared to be middle-aged women, a blonde and a brunette. As I was becoming accustomed to, neither one had an ounce of fat anywhere, but they weren’t supermodels either. Just above-average women enjoying each other…or so the sounds indicated.
The blonde was on top and her flowing hair somewhat obscured our view of her mouth working on the brunette’s pussy. However, we could plainly see the brunette working her tongue in and out of the blonde’s slit, occasionally moving up to lick her clit.
Now I was getting desperate. I thought about David Keane shoving his huge cock—at least, that’s what I envisioned—up my thoroughly drenched pussy. Then I remembered I was in the pink room. Ladies only.
Justine stepped back until she was standing next to me. She put her lips by my ear and whispered, “Isn’t this awesome, being able to watch this without fear of interruption?”
I nodded. “It must be very stimulating knowing that you’re being watched.”
“It’s SO much better,” she said. I felt her body touch mine. “Take off your top, Rachel.”
I knew it was coming eventually. I didn’t know how or when, but being told so abruptly…in this place…seemed perfect. I eagerly untied my bikini top and pulled it off. Christine put out her hand and I gave the top to her. At the same time, Justine moved behind me. I had goose bumps when she put her body on mine. Then her hands were touching my breasts.
My breath came in gasps as she massaged my sensitive nipples. Justine compressed my breasts onto my chest, then released them and pinched my nipples again. I thought I was going to cum watching the couple on the bed and feeling my breasts being manipulated by the beautiful redhead.
“You have wonderful tits, Rachel. I want to taste them soon. Please?” Justine was whispering into my ear.
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Let me get you naked first.”
Justine’s hands slid inside the bottom of my bikini. She pulled it down my legs and over my feet. She handed it to Christine and stood behind me again. I noticed the women on the couch looking at me with wide grins. It was the sexiest I ever felt in my life.
Justine put her hands on my ass, then moved them around until she was touching my pussy. One hand sought out my wet opening while the other moved up to my clit. I spread my legs and let her explore me. My entire body shivered when she pressed harder against my aching clit.
“You want me, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You’re very pretty. I want to make you cum,” Justine said.
I nodded, unable to move or talk as fingers searched out every inch of my pussy. Justine pressed her palm against my clit.
“Oh, God!” I gasped, unable to hold it back.
“Turn around and take off my suit, Rachel.”
I would do anything to get her hands away from me before I came like a teenager before even hitting the bed. I faced Justine and took off her top. Her small breasts rose from her chest in a very erotic way. Christine was much bigger, but these were sexy in their own right. After a few seconds, I kneeled down and removed Justine’s bikini bottom. A narrow strip of reddish brown hair rose from above her clit. Otherwise, she was completely shaven, much like me.
I stood back up and waited for more orders. They came in the way of a long, passionate kiss. It took me by surprise, but nothing surprised me more than my response. I put my hands on Justine’s ass, pulled her toward me, and kissed her back with as much, or more, enthusiasm than I’d ever kissed anybody before. Our tongues darted in and out; our hands caressed each other; and our pussies rubbed against each other in frantic desire.
I wanted Justine so bad I couldn’t stand it. Nor did I care who was there to watch.
Justine and I fell onto the empty bed, still holding each other tightly. It only took us a second or two to turn ourselves around so that we were squarely in the middle of the narrow bed. I rolled until I was on top of Justine. Then I dove for her breasts, nearly mad in my desire to have her.
My mouth enveloped the tip of her left breast. My tongue instantly found her nipple and I began licking her. Then I moved my lips around her bright pink nipple and sucked on it, pulling it up at the same time.
“Yes! Oh God, Rachel. Yes! Suck my tit!”
I used my hand to push it into my mouth before moving over and doing the same thing with her other breast. Her moans combined with those from the other bed, where the women were obviously close to cumming. I sucked on Justine’s breasts until both nipples were double their normal size.
That’s when Justine used her legs to roll me off and turn me onto my back.
“It’s time for you to cum,” she told me.
I watched her red head glide past my stomach and between my legs. I spread them for her just as her hands touched the inside of my thighs. I thought about what Christine had said about her—the fact she knew what buttons to press. I was about to find out.
Justine got on her knees, pinned her hair behind her ears and lowered her face to my pussy. The delay that followed was agonizing. Where was she going to touch me? How long could I hold out before cumming?
Then I felt it…Justine’s tongue…between the folds of skin protecting my pussy. I twitched at her touch. She put her hands on my hips to hold me in place while she began to explore me with her mouth. I was wet and I knew she could taste me. God, I needed to cum.
On the other bed, moans had turned into muffled shrieks as orgasms got closer. Just as I started to concentrate on them, I felt Justine’s tongue spread apart the opening to my pussy. Like a finger, it began to probe the entrance. Then, like a cock, it entered me.
“Deeper. Deeper, please!” I begged.
Justine put her hands on my ass, lifted me off the bed, and drove her tongue seemingly as far into me as any cock had ever been. But she did something no cock could ever do. She used the tip of her tongue to explore the top, sides and bottom of my pussy. Areas no cock could ever touch were discovered.
“Oh God, Justine. There! Yes. There!”
Above my own cries, the women next to us each came with screams of pleasure. I listened to them moan and groan and beg for more. I was only able to see the face of one woman, buried in the pussy of the other. But the look in her eyes…the moans of joy while she came…the movement of her tongue against the other woman all excited me.
Then Justine’s tongue began to fuck me with rapid jabs. My mind was quickly back on my own pleasure. I opened my eyes long enough to see everybody in the room watching us. Watching me! Watching me having sex with a beautiful woman.
I put my hand on the back of Justine’s head, pulling her closer. I never wanted her tongue to leave my pussy. But it did, and just when I was about to beg her to put it back, I felt it on my clit. Her entire mouth was on my clit.
“Fuck! Fuck, Justine. I’m gonna cum!”
She didn’t say a word. She just kept sucking on my clit and assaulting it with her tongue.
“Now! I’m cumming!”
I raised my hips higher, forced my pussy against Justine’s face and started to cum. I’m normally in total control when I cum, but not this time. My head was spinning, I couldn’t breathe right and I lost control over the incoherent sounds coming out of my mouth. I clutched at the covers with my hands and hung on as each wave of my orgasm shot through my body.
When I thought I was almost done, Justine reached up and squeezed one of my nipples. New shockwaves went straight to my pussy and my orgasm continued. She repeated that until I found myself trying to back away from her tongue, desperately trying to make it stop. Yet, each lick of my clit made me cum some more.
Justine only stopped when I collapsed on the bed, unable to resist any more.
I looked down at her. She was bent over the end of the bed, her ass up in the air. I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t moving at first. Then I realized that Christine’s face was between Justine’s legs.
Justine threw her head back, mumbled something I couldn’t understand, and began to cum. It was so cool to watch another woman cum from where I was. Justine’s hair swung wildly as she came harder and harder. I saw Christine’s hands on her breasts, squeezing them roughly. Justine cried out for more.
After another minute or so, Justine crumpled onto the bed, her head resting on my pussy. So THAT was what the pink room was all about, I thought.
I rolled off the bed and found my bikini. As Justine and I were dressing, another pair of women was taking our place. I doubted that either one would feel as good as I did after just experiencing Justine O’Toole.
“Wow,” Christine said. “That was awesome. Was it as good as it looked?”
“Better,” I admitted.
“Will you come back?” Justine asked me.
“If I’m invited.”
“I’m inviting you,” she said with a grin.
We left the pink room and strolled back into the crowd. I had lost all sense of time, but it must have been long enough for the party to progress nicely. Nearly all the women in the house were topless and groping of all forms was prevalent in every room. Sex was apparently limited to the many bedrooms and dens in the house, but the grabbing of tits, ass and cocks had no boundaries.
“I need a drink,” Christine said above the din of the crowd.
“Me, too.” The session with Justine had pretty much wiped out the effects of my first drink.
We managed to find a bar, ordered margaritas and mingled some more. I let Christine lead the way and she took us to a gigantic family room. At least it had empty chairs. It felt good to sit and relax.
We were approached by a couple really fine guys in the first fifteen minutes, but kindly begged off from any activities with them. They didn’t need to know we’d just exhausted ourselves in the pink room. But nearly an hour of talking and watching couples making out put us back in the ‘mood’. Maybe the margaritas had something to do with it, too.
“I think we should head downstairs,” Christine said during a lull in our conversation.
“Didn’t you say it gets a little crazy down there?”
“C’mon, Rachel. You’re not going to wimp out on me are you?” she asked with a concerned look.
“I’m just kidding. I just wanted to make sure it would be worth my time to go.”
“Oh, trust me. It will be worth your time,” she said.
“Then let’s go.”
I relied, once again, on Christine to guide us there. Apparently the basement was a routine stomping ground of hers because she took us straight to the door. The stairway led us to a finished area that looked better than anywhere in my condo. There were couches on three of the four walls, as well as end tables and a big screen TV. About a half dozen people were in the room, all of whom knew Christine.
I was introduced to the group and welcomed by all. Surprisingly—at least to me—was the fact everybody was completely dressed. Yes, they had rather tiny bathing suits on, but the suits were ON.
Just then, a door across from us was opened and a young couple entered the room. While the door was open, a woman’s screams could be heard. They weren’t screams of pain, but I didn’t immediately recognize them as screams of pleasure, either.
Christine looked over at me and smiled. “You ready?”
I nodded.
As we passed the young couple, I noticed the girl’s hair was messed up and beads of sweat were on her brow. Yet, she smiled at us. Was I really ready for this?
We went through the door and closed it behind us. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A huge room was filled, like a gym, with every conceivable sexual device. There were tables, benches, chairs, chains hanging from the walls, ropes hanging from the ceiling…you name it. On one table, a naked woman was stretched out on her back, her arms and legs fastened at each corner. Two men hovered over her, one at her breasts and one at her pussy. The one at her breasts had a gadget of some type he was rubbing against her nipples. The other guy was inserting something into the ‘victim’s’ gaping pussy. Her writhing body and plaintive moans were ignored by the men.
Against the opposite wall, another naked woman was being fastened to metal handcuffs. The man with her was also naked and his erection confirmed the enjoyment HE was getting out of it.
“Well? Want to stay?” Christine asked.
“Hell yes,” I said. I pointed to the woman on the table. “This is about to get good.”
Both men were now stroking their cocks, pointing them at the woman’s breasts and pussy. I was hypnotized by the scene and wasn’t about to look away until they were done. Within a minute, the guy by her chest grunted, laid his cock on her tit, and shot load after load of cum all over her. Soon afterward, her pussy and stomach were being covered with layers of cum from the other guy.
When I thought he was done, he plunged his cock inside the woman and fucked her wildly. In no time at all, she was squealing with delight as she, too, got to cum.
“Wow,” I said almost to myself.
“I know,” Christine said. “Isn’t this fun?”
We started walking across the room. Three men and a woman entered from another door and Christine immediately put her hand in the air.
“Roy! Hey, Roy. Come here,” she yelled.
A middle-aged man with hair graying around the temples approached us with a bigger than normal smile. “Christine. Finally. I was wondering where you were at?”
“I’ve been showing Rachel around. Rachel, this is Roy.”
We shook hands. This had to be Roy the toy guy, I assumed. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he said, looking me over. “Christine, you always have the most beautiful friends.”
I thanked him, at the same time wondering how many ‘beautiful friends’ Christine must have brought to these parties.
“Isn’t she a babe?” Christine asked the man. “I promised her I’d bring her down to meet you.”
Roy gazed at me with a more serious look this time. “So, Rachel. What’s your favorite fantasy?”
I was a little stunned by his question, not sure how to respond. “Do you mean sexual fantasy?”
“Of course,” he said.
I thought for a second, adjusting the straps on my bikini to stall for time. “Well, I suppose being held against my will by a group of guys…forced to have sex with them. Like in the middle ages where they kept you in a dungeon or something.”
“Bondage?”
“Maybe a little,” I admitted. Christine was looking at me with the strangest look on her face. “Another woman would be with me and I’d have to watch them have sex with her, too.”
“God, Rachel,” Christine said.
Roy beamed with delight. He turned to find the small group he had left to join us. “Paul,” he yelled across the room. “Come here.”
A muscular man in his mid- to late-thirties walked over to us. He might have been the best looking guy I’d seen all day. “What’s up, Roy?”
“This is Rachel and I think you know Christine,” Roy said.
Paul smiled knowingly at Christine and said ‘Hi’ to me.
“They’ve been bad girls, Paul. We need to take them to the cell.”
Just the sound of the word—cell—caused my pulse to speed up.
“A little punishment might do them good,” Roy said.
“Let’s do it,” Paul said, moving behind me.
Suddenly, my hands were pulled behind my back and were locked tightly within Paul’s grasp. Roy did the same to Christine. Then we were led towards another door. My breasts pushed against the lightweight material of my bikini, threatening to burst free because of my arms being held behind me. When we got to the door, Paul easily held both of my wrists in one hand while pushing the door open with the other.
We entered a much darker room; dark enough that it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. When they did I realized I was in a room the likes of which I had never seen before. Amazingly, it looked very much like the dungeons I had imagined my whole life. The walls were rough and unfinished; round metal hooks protruded from several different levels; and chains hung ominously in the corners. More devices were spaced evenly throughout the smallish chamber. I couldn’t immediately determine what their uses were. That scared me a little.
The door slammed behind us and I jumped.
“Welcome to the cell, ladies,” Roy announced. “How long you stay here is totally up to you. Let us do what we want and you’ll be free soon. You may try to struggle…you may try to escape…but that will only add to your punishment.”
He let the intent of his words sink in. Then he said to Paul, “We’ll need help with these two. Let’s get them secured, then call in some of the guys.”
So my wish had come true. But would it be like I imagined?
“You won’t be needing this top,” Paul said to me just before yanking on the string in the back that formed the bow holding it together. Even before the material could slide off my breasts, he was pulling the top over my head and off my arms, which he had released. I barely had time to look around when he grabbed me again, shoving me towards a wall at the same time.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
He let go and I swiveled to face him. I saw Christine next to me, also topless. My left arm was pulled hard enough that I stumbled in that direction. Then my hand was raised and quickly clamped inside a metal constraint. It clicked shut with an awful sound. Paul walked in front of me with no emotion on his face. My other hand was secured and I hung helplessly from the wall.
Then it was Christine’s turn. She was led to something that looked like a gymnastics vault, only it was rounded on top and thickly padded. Roy stretched out her arms on one side and tied them to a set of legs under the vault. Paul was behind Christine and pulled off the rest of her bikini.
“You look very inviting, Christine,” Paul said, slapping her lightly on the ass. “But we have to deal with your cute friend first.”
He came over to me and stood very close. His eyes looked down at my half-naked body. “Very nice,” he said. “It’s going to be a shame to…well, you know.”
My heart pounded as he kneeled down and pulled on my bikini bottom. When he had it off, he stood back up and put his hands on my breasts. They were cold and hard against my nipples. That only heightened the sensation and sent stronger ripples down to my pussy. I watched him bend over and place his mouth over top of my left breast. His tongue and lips began to work on my nipple before moving over to my other breast. I tried not to moan…tried not to give him the satisfaction. But his hands were all over me and I wanted more.
“I’ll be back, Rachel. It’s time to bring in the reinforcements,” Paul said. He pinched my nipple, saw the reaction on my face, and turned to walk out of the room.
Roy was opening a metal cabinet in the far corner. I couldn’t see what was inside, but a moment later he closed the doors and came towards Christine and me. He was carrying something in each hand.
“So you want to be forced to have sex with other guys, Rachel. Until the ‘other guys’ get here, you’ll have to rely on my toys. I brought two of my favorites. You can tell me which one you like the best.”
Once he got close enough, I could make out what was in his hands. The first looked like a flashlight, except it had a ball-like head that was substantially bigger than the shaft. The other ‘toy’ appeared to be the rubber cast from a very large cock. In the dim light it looked extremely realistic—just huge.
He set aside the dildo and turned the other object around in his hand so that he was looking at its base. A flick of his finger resulted in a barely audible humming sound…and a wry smile on his face.
“Just hang on and enjoy it, Rachel. All your fantasies are about to come true.”
Roy positioned the toy directly in front of my right breast. The humming was definitely louder now. I gasped when he put the large head on my nipple. The vibrating sensation generated ripples of electricity through every nerve in my body.
Roy moved the object around my entire breast, always coming back to the most sensitive part—the nipple. Then he worked on the other breast and new shockwaves rolled through me. I had my eyes closed, but opened them quickly when I heard men’s voices from the doorway.
Paul had brought two guys back with him. I didn’t recognize either one from earlier, but my first impression was favorable. If they wanted to ravish my naked body it would be OK with me.
“Ah, good,” Roy said. “Now we can get started.”
I wondered what he thought we’d been doing so far. Then I concentrated again on his wonderful toy and what it was doing to my breasts.
Paul and one of his buddies went over to Christine. The other new guy came over to Roy and me. He was about forty, tall and lean. There was nothing exceptional about him, except for the fact I knew he might soon be fucking me while I was shackled to the wall.
“Hey, Tom. Isn’t she cute all tied up and everything?” Roy asked.
Tom ran his hands over my bare breasts. “Very cute. Seems like she likes it so far.” He rolled my erect nipple between his fingers.
“Yep. She has this fantasy of being held captive and taken by a group of guys. Think you can help?”
“My pleasure,” Tom said, his hand moving down to my pussy.
Roy resumed using his toy while Tom probed my pussy and clit with his fingers. I tightly shut my eyes and leaned my head back trying not to instantly succumb to the actions of these two men.
“Don’t you dare cum, Rachel,” Roy said. “We’ll decide when and how you cum. Understand?”
I nodded. I felt Tom’s hand on my ass, clutching and squeezing my flesh. Roy was pressing the vibrator harder and harder against my tits. My entire body wanted to explode.
Then Roy was sliding his toy down my stomach, around my navel and past my clit. It was on my thigh and I spread my legs, deliberately opening myself up for him. I felt the trembling of the large head approach my wet pussy.
“That’s it, Rachel. Spread yourself wider for me.”
My toes were on the ground as I readied myself. It got closer and closer. Then, finally, my pussy felt the cold object as it pressed between the flaps of skin. I struggled for breath, not knowing what he’d do next with the marvelous toy.
“You’re SO wet, Rachel. And we haven’t even started yet,” Roy said.
The vibrator spent thirty seconds taunting my pussy. My legs began to ache from the muscles contracting. I had to relax. But then the toy moved again…higher.
“God, no. I’ll cum,” I said. I was surprised the words came out, but it was true.
The toy was right under my clit, just an inch away. I tried to pull away, but Tom applied pressure on my ass and pushed me back towards Roy and his vibrator.
“No! Please,” I begged.
Then I felt it…the quivering head of the vibrator touching my erect clit.
“Ahhh! Oh, God!” I cried out.
“Don’t do it,” Roy ordered. “Don’t cum!”
But the vibrator was rolling over my clit and sending orders to the rest of my body to cum…long and hard. Suddenly, a hard smack on my ass took my attention away and a new feeling took over—pain. Another smack and I cried out.
It was Tom’s bare hand, perfectly placed to bring on the greatest amount of pain and pleasure, simultaneously. By the third spank, tears were forming in my eyes.
“Please stop! Please!” I begged again.
“But you want this, Rachel. You want all the men in this room to have you,” Roy said.
It was true and he knew it. Yet, the combination of things happening to my body was too much.
The spanking stopped, only to be followed by a different awareness…one that wasn’t new to me. Tom’s very hard cock was resting on my ass, right where he had been spanking me. The contrast between the two feelings was incredible.
Roy reached over and grabbed his second toy, the huge, simulated cock. This was obviously the cast of somebody’s real cock…and I was impressed. And scared. There was no way I could possibly…
“Tell us what you want, Rachel,” Roy said.
I didn’t know where to begin. But I wanted to cum, badly. So I said, “I want to cum.”
“We all want to cum, Rachel. But you have specific desires. Tell us what you really want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Just me?” Roy asked, pressing the tip of the dildo against my pussy.
I caught my breath, hoping he wouldn’t insert it while I tried to talk. “I want to be fucked by all the guys in here.”
“That’s more like it, Rachel. But first we have to make sure you can take it.”
With Tom’s cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass and his hands all over my breasts, Roy slowly began to push his huge toy inside of me. For some reason, I looked over at Christine at the same time. She had a cock in her mouth while another guy was positioned behind her, ready to fuck her from behind.
“Oh, fuck. No! No!” I screamed as the dildo spread my pussy wider than I ever had been spread. I pulled on the cuffs holding my arms in place, hopelessly trying to escape.
Roy kept pushing. Thankfully, I was soaking wet and I felt inch after inch of the fake cock disappear inside me. Just when I thought he would rip my insides out, Roy began to slowly fuck me with his toy.
I simply moaned incoherently with each thrust. Tom’s body pressed against mine from behind and his cock threatened to enter my virgin ass.
“Do you still want to cum?” Roy asked.
“God, yes! Let me cum, please.”
“Tell me one more time what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me and let me cum. Please!”
“Tom, I think she wants a real cock in her. Can you do the pleasure?” Roy said.
“Gladly.” Tom moved around to face me as Roy methodically pulled out the fake cock. When it was finally removed I felt incredibly empty.
Without saying a word, Tom moved into place and put his cock where the toy had just been. With one violent, sudden thrust he was inside me.
“Ahhhhh, fuck,” I cried. But not from pain.
The next minute or two were pure ecstasy. Tom’s cock was big and long and thick, but not like the toy. It explored every inch of my pussy but didn’t stretch me beyond comfort. It was more than wonderful.
“I need to cum. Now!” I announced.
“Do it,” Tom whispered to me. “Cum for me now.”
All the tension building up since entering the room was released in the strongest orgasm I could ever remember. My screams were only eclipsed by those of Christine. She was being fucked from behind, me from in front. Neither of us could move.
Tom put his hands under my thighs and pulled up my legs, wrapping them around his waist. This allowed even more of his cock to enter me and I came some more. I slammed my body against his while orgasm after orgasm overtook me.
Near the end I felt his warm cum filling my pussy. He grunted loudly, rammed his cock deeper into me and poured multiple shots within me.
When it was over I hung like a ragdoll from the wall, Tom’s limp cock falling out of me. Roy sucked both breasts for a minute, but the feeling wasn’t the same as before.
I looked at Christine. Cum dripped from her face. Her wet and cum-filled pussy was spread open for all of us to see. Her ass was pink from the guy who had been behind her.
“Hey, Paul. Maybe it’s time to move the girls around a little,” Roy said to his friend.
“Yeah. I think a new position would feel good to them. Besides, Christine here needs a shower.”
I was anxious to have my arms freed, but I wasn’t sure I liked the tone of Paul’s voice. Soon, Christine and I were let loose from our constraints. Christine stood up and stretched her back, wiping cum from her chin.
“C’mon here, Christine. You can use this shower.” Paul led her to a corner of the room where a shower head stuck out of the wall. There was no curtain, just a drain under her feet. Christine adjusted the hot and cold until she was satisfied, then tilted her head back and let the water run over her. Everybody in the room was captivated by the show. The water poured over her luscious body and all the men, especially Roy who had not fucked me, got hard at the sight.
“God, I could watch this all day,” Tom said.
I looked at his semi-erect cock. “Obviously.”
When she was done and dried off, Paul took Christine and put her wrists in nooses that hung from the ceiling. I was led to a small table, where my hands were tied to the corners. The table hit my stomach as I bent awkwardly over it.
“Play time is over, girls. It’s time for the real punishment to begin,” Roy said.
I tilted my head in an effort to see what was happening. I heard the guys moving around, but never actually saw what they were doing. My first clue was when I heard a loud swish, followed by Christine’s recognizable squeal. Then another.
In the few seconds it took me to put two and two together, I heard a louder whoosh, followed by the most intense tingling I’d ever felt in my ass. The second one was worse. The initial contact was bad, but when the whip—or whatever they were using—was dragged across my ass, an unusual feeling occurred. It was much more sensual. Almost pleasurable.
Then I realized it was something with a series of very thin strips of material that was hitting me. And after a dozen strikes, the tears were back in my eyes and my pussy was soaking wet again. Whoever was hitting me was aiming lower now, more around my pussy than my ass.
“Spread those nice legs, Rachel. Open up for us.” It was Paul’s voice, but I didn’t know who was hitting me. It didn’t matter.
Across the room, I heard Roy say, “How’s that feel on those nipples, babe? Want me to stop?”
I didn’t hear anything.
“Want me to stop, Christine?”
“No,” I heard her whimper.
Meanwhile, my ass and pussy were repeatedly thwacked. Each time, the material was dragged over my sensitive pussy, rubbing against my clit…making me hotter and hotter. I couldn’t imagine what it must have felt like against the nipples, like Christine was getting. My pussy throbbed even more thinking about it.
I found myself thrusting my ass higher into the air, attempting to increase the contact with my clit while, at the same, dreading the pain of the next strike. My mind and body were in total conflict and the eroticism of it all was driving me closer to another orgasm.
Christine’s screams were also a weird mix of suffering and sex. I would have loved to watch, but I was limited to my dark little space, having to concentrate on my own ‘punishment’.
Whoever was whipping me began to hit me in such a way that the material was coming up between my legs, wrapping around my pussy, then being pulled back across my clit. This guy knew what he was doing. Then I realized it wasn’t Roy. I could see just enough to recognize him, naked, at my side. He was stroking his very long cock, aiming it at my back and ass. The look on his face was precious. He truly enjoyed what was happening.
Nobody said it wasn’t OK to cum, so I let myself get closer and closer. I would have given anything to be able to rub my clit harder. But the intermittent, brief contact of the whip had its own effect on me. A good one.
I moaned louder with each smack, rocked my ass as if I was fucking the whip, and shook my head in agony. I kept thinking, ‘The next one will put me over the edge.’ But I needed more and more.
Finally, mercifully I started to cum.
“God, yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Please!”
My body pounded against the table. I pulled up with my arms and lifted the legs off the floor for a second from the raw energy of my orgasm. Then I heard Christine obviously cumming and it excited me even more.
Whack. Whack. Dragging across my clit.
And then Roy groaned and I looked just in time to see a long stream of white cum pouring out of his cock onto my ass. He came a half dozen times and my pussy continued to pulse with the thrill of everything happening to me. Never in my dreams did I think I could cum like that so soon after being hung from the wall and submitted to Roy’s awesome toy.
“You are unbelievable,” Roy said to me. “Fucking unbelievable.”
I was too exhausted to respond. Sweat dripped onto the table below my head and I thought back to the woman I saw leaving the basement. Know I knew.
Christine and I were freed, once again, from our restraints. She was a mess. Her hair—usually extremely well-kept—looked like it hadn’t been washed in a week. A mixture of cum and her own juices dripped down her thighs. Her breasts were a bright pink.
“Well, well,” Paul said with a smile. “I think you two can rest for a minute, then take a shower. Together.”
Hmmmm. This was turning into a GREAT party.