Chapter 6
Betty was certain of one thing. Each man was determined to outdo the other in sexual feats. That was the exciting part of this orgy. After the initial demonstration, the men were hard pressed to come up with something unique.
Two others managed to impose their rights as next in line. They held a whispered conference. Betty studied them, hoping to watch a word or phrase. To get some idea of what was planned for her. The anticipation increased her pulse beat. She felt the libidinous excitement rising inside of her. As they approached her, her sexual responses increased.
She was picked up, her body placed parallel to the floor. Held by the hips, Betty's legs flanked the thighs of one man. Facing the floor, she knew where she was going to be fucked!
The free man parted the fleshy buns of her ass. He guided the other's prick to the exposed sphincter. The knobby head butted the tight hole. A slow pressure was exerted. Betty's mouth opened in silent protest as the crown of the fleshy shaft insisted upon entry.
His prick maintained a gradual persistent force. The lips of her ass yielded reluctantly. She felt his cock inch along her anal sheath in a slow penetration. He buried his fleshy saber up to the hilt in her erogenous scabbard. Betty's ass tingled a little from the impact.
The other partner to this erotic pose stood at her head. His hands herd Betty under the arms for additional support. They formed a human letter H. A roar of lewd approval went up from the viewers of this stance.
Betty was amused by this crazy position. She viewed it as some prurient pose used only to incite a lewd reaction. She didn't think it served any useful purpose. Her hands were clasped about the waist of the man in front of her for additional support.
When they began their rocking coital action, Betty realized it wasn't a good position for her. She could tolerate the prick fucking her ass. It was the cock in her mouth that caused concern. There was no way for her to prevent him from jamming it down her throat when he came. Unless, of course, in the final minutes, she freed one hand to grab the thrusting cock.
Their shifting bodies shuttled her back and forth. The cock in her ass slid in and out of her constricted rectum. All she felt was the gorged flesh pumping back and forth. She loved the contact of a hard prick in her ass or cunt. Her preference was a cock fucking her cunt. But whatever the way, Betty luxuriated in penile contact.
There was a dull throb in her cunt. She wished someone would frig her pussy or massage her clitty. She thrilled to the pistoning dick in her ass. It evoked a pleasurable sensation. But she wanted more.
The men were breathing deep, exerted by their efforts. She had to laugh to herself. Why did men always dream up some kind of exotic fucking position? The simplest way was always the best way!
Her mouth was fastened to the cock in front of her. She capped her teeth with her lips, forming a protective shield. The lips were tightly compressed over the hard-on. She utilized the action of the cock in her ass to suck the man off. As her body was propelled forward, her mouth absorbed the dick. On the backward swing, Betty's lips squeezed back towards the cockhead.
The friction of her rubbery compressed lips created . the desired effect of stimulating the imprisoned cock. Her mouth was giving the captive prick an oral massage.
"Mmmmhmmm!" The man exclaimed in appreciative approval. "This bitch sure knows how to suck cock!"
"Her tight ass ain't so bad either!" the other man commented, maintaining the tempo of his pistoning cock.
Betty was elated by their remarks. The next best thing to the rapturous enjoyment of cock was the compliments that accompanied the use of her sexual assets.
The tempo increased. The man imbedded in her ass pulled her close to him. Each time he shoved his cock home, her crotch bumped into his groin. His hips pumped faster. Her body jerked with each contact.
Despite the weird position, Betty managed to undulate her ass a bit. To help to hasten the orgasm about to erupt in her hole. His body trembled. The shock waves told her that he was coming. He made his final thrust, hard and frantic. The molten come poured into her asshole. Her cunt was welded to his body while his cock spewed out the viscous fluid. There was something exciting about a male's orgasm spending inside some erogenous orifice!
The cock in her mouth started its furious cadence as it slid in and out. He was fucking her oral cunt with increased thrusts. Her lips were a tight clamp about his prick. But it couldn't prevent the final deep plunge! Any moment, now! Betty freed one hand and reached for the plummeting prick.
She caught it just in time! He was ramming it home as the first burst of semen exploded in her mouth. She sucked on his fleshy fountain in deep, hungry pulls. The flattened blade of her tongue lavished loving licks over his cock. She felt his body shudder as his orgasm swept over him.
Betty kept her mouth glued to the cock until it lost its hardness. She let his soft prick slip out of her mouth with a reluctant final suck.
Their sexual appetites satisfied, the men swung her back to an upright position. While the men had slaked their carnal desires, the act performed was more show than anything else. She wanted some real honest-to-goodness fucking. Where each thrill was an exquisite feeling of rapture! Where her own licentious longings were satisfied! Instead, she had a bunch of jokers who seemed interested in competing for some kind of Olympic fucking team!
She experienced the gamut of their desires. It was almost one in the afternoon when they finished with her. Thoughtfully, they broke for lunch. Room service delivered their food. During the meal, the major subject was sex.
Betty listened to their "recap" of the morning's sessions. They took great delight in describing their efforts while others suggested ways of improving on it. Some of the suggestions were more gymnastic than sexual. She wondered what their reaction would be if they witnessed her sucking herself off. The thought of that act made her cuntal glands sweat. Her twat was coated with a damp film of juice. She was tempted to take charge and tell them how to fuck her!
That would be thrilling! Taking charge of these studs and directing their sexual efforts! But that would take away the other thrill of being forced to submit! Such a wanton act would also disturb her conscience! By now, she hoped her conscience had been compromised. With all this raping, Betty expected her conscience to shrug its shoulders and say, "what difference does it make now?"
"How about a little show, Al?" one of the men asked.
"Yeh! Let's see this broad get us hot again!" someone else joined in.
They were getting their second wind, recharging their sexual batteries. The requests excited Betty. All of Al's previous sex sessions had stimulated her to ecstatic heights. Any diversion he thought up would excite the group as well as her. She hoped he had the dual stimulators.
"Someone lend me some clothes!" Al requested.
"I got my stuff in the car. I'll freeze my ass off going bare-assed out of here. Besides, I don't want to be picked up for indecent exposure!"
There were derisive hoots. "You're right!" someone called out. "Showing off that thing you call a prick would be indecent. I bet you get more action out of your finger than that pimple you call a cock!"
Good natured teasing followed with laughter. "Go fuck yourself!" Al tossed back.
"Can't!" the other replied. "I ain't built like a bugle!"
Al turned to Betty. "Entertain the guys until I get back! See if you can turn them on with a little sexy dance. Or whatever you can think up! Give me about ten minutes!"
The prospect of arousing this group was a challenge to her. Up to now, their response was physical. She was going to stimulate their imagination. They formed a loose semi-circle. Betty stepped into the center.
"Turn on the radio!" she ordered. "See if you can get me some mood music."
The radio was turned on. Talk and various sounds of music blended together as the dial was rapidly twisted to different stations. Betty caught a suitable tune.
"Turn it back, back!" she said. The dial was swung back. "That's it! Okay!" she nodded. The tune was an instrumental called "Washington Square". It wasn't quite what she wanted, but the beat was suitable.
Her eyes scanned the group. Their eyes were riveted to her body. Each one was cloaked in a blanket of fantasy. Envisioning some carnal act with the nude nubile body in front of them. Her lips spread into a faint smile. Most of those dormant cocks in front of her would be hard by the time she finished.
Betty shrugged her shoulders. Her ruby tipped tits swayed in their own provocative dance. Her hands reached on her rib cage. She swung them up in a slow sensual movement to the jiggling luxuriant fleshy gourds. The palms moved in an unhurried caress, pressed firmly against her skin. Her palms cupped the heavy cone-shaped boobs. She proffered them in a teasing gesture.
She slid along the underside of her tits in a slow sensual stroke. Her thumb and middle finger of each hand closed about her tits. Exerting a little pressure, caused the nipples to protrude. Betty heard their hoarse, measured breathing above the sound of the music. Their eyes were focused on the provoking sight of her distended nipples.
She studied their faces but they never altered their gaze. Their eyes were glazed, shining with lust. Each one was occupied with salacious thoughts, anxious to put them into action.
Betty's gaze shifted to their crotches. The hard-ons attested to the effectiveness of her dance.
She dropped her hands to her hips, letting them drop in a deliberate tantalizing slide. Her feet shifted in a slow modified box step in tempo with the music. Her soft pliant tits jiggled. Betty undulated her hips, gyrating them in a slow wanton movement.
Betty's hands fluttered over her body in an obscene search, finally resting on her groin. Changing the tempo, she rubbed her hands along her thighs in a gentle caress. Her shoulders tilted forward in a slight bow. The tits hung down, accentuating their erotic appearance.
Unhurried, Betty brought her hands upward in a zigzag fashion. Her legs were apart, knees bent in a slight angle. The hands moved upward towards each other as if drawn by some magnetic energy that radiated from the center of her thighs. The two hands met at the apex, her cunt. Her fingers reached out for the thick puffy labial exterior of her snatch.
With the effective showmanship of a stripper, she conveyed the desired tantalizing results. Betty drew the cuntal lips apart, exposing the glistening moist interior of her hot pussy. Heavy audible gasps came from her audience. She was surprised they maintained control. By now, someone was expected to jump up and fuck her.
She taunted them, moving her hips forward, back in a sinuous rotation; her parted slit beckoning, calling to them like some lorelei. She was pleased with herself. Betty had never performed in such a lascivious manner before. It was her first attempt. She had succeeded in arousing their lust. Her own erotic desires were provoked by her act.
Betty turned around, displaying her callipygian backside to the group. She clasped her asscheeks, exposing the brownish crinkled hole of her ass. Bending over, her ass was pushed towards them in further exhibition. Wriggling her ass, Betty continued her lewd dance. Her legs were splayed. She bent her head, looking at them between her legs.
The blood rushed to her face in this upside-down position. She stuck her hand up along the crack of her ass. Pushing a finger into her ass, she wriggled her hips again. She pursed her lips and emitted an exaggerated kissing sound. Her routine was greeted with applause and lewd comments. Betty grinned at the reaction. She was enjoying it.
Straightening vp, she started to repeat pant of her dance. The door opened. Al came in bringing with him, his attache case. "Here I am with the goodies!" he announced.
He was greeted with good-natured insults for interrupting Betty's dance. She stopped and looked around. Their cocks were still stiff and erect. That was exciting! But not as thrilling as the appearance of Al's case. He had some wild things in it for her. She was looking forward to having them with eager anticipation.
"Gotta make this show look good," Al explained. He made Betty stretch out on the bed. She was tied in a spread-eagled fashion on the bed.
"Watch this!" Al said. He took out the paint brush and brushed it around the areola. The nipple fastened, to the quarter-sized disc stiffened. He repeated the routine on the other tit. He bowed his head and sucked up one of the nipples.
Betty closed her eyes to better enjoy this moment. The stimulation of her tits caused her to sigh in ecstatic expectation. Her cunt became damp when she started her erotic dance. The moistness increased with the stimulation of her tits. Al's mouth sucking her succulent nipple sent an erogenous ripple of excitement down to her wet snatch.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured in blissful approval. Betty ignored the group surrounding the bed. She was uninhibited by their presence. All that mattered now was her personal sexual gratification. She didn't care if they all shot their loads watching. It was her turn to be turned on and she was relishing every minute of it.
Al moved the brush over her body. Betty squirmed in rapturous delight. The brush tickled the puffy lips of her cunt. He took out the flanged speculum and parted her glistening vulva. The men crowded around to see what the inside of her cunt was like.
In an obscene display of her wantonness, Betty arched her hips to bring her cunt closer to their view. Their lewd comments about the sight of the reddish meatus, slick with the wetness of her vaginal sweat, heightened her erotic pleasure. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed in a heavy breath of air. The twin mounds on her chest quivered.
"Watch this!" Al called their attention to the next phase.
The dual vibrators were fitted into her twat and ass. Betty felt the thick dildos penetrating the twin holes. A little groan of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Mmm-ahhh!" she murmured as the insertions filled up the respective erogenous channels. Her rectum and vagina were filled with the tight impaction of the artificial cocks. Her body tingled with anticipation. The vibrators' switch were turned! Betty's hips jerked as the electrifying sensation began. Exclamations of salacious approval came from the onlookers. They were enjoying the sight of this display. She had the advantage! Betty was enjoying the effect upon her body. That was more thrilling!
Her bonds limited her movements. But there was no restriction upon her waist. Her asscheeks bounced on the bed as she bucked up and down. A wave of erotic pleasure filled every pore in her body. She squirmed and twisted in a sinuous writhing as the vibrations flooded her ass and quim.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she groaned. "It's wild! It feels so good! Mmmmm!"
Every nerve fibre in the sensitive muscles of her rectum and vagina tingled with erotic incandescence. It had the prickling sensation associated with a limb falling asleep. But there was also the tantalizing sensual effect!
Betty tried to bring her thighs together as the dildo in her cunt stirred up increased waves of voluptuous thrills. The restraints prevented her from doing so. She wanted to squeeze her legs together. That might stop the powerful vibrations.
She cried out in tortured delight. "I can't take any more. Stop! Stop! No more, no more! Fuck me, fuck me! Please!"
Betty never considered how her responses reacted on her audience. Her sensual movements and her erotic sounds! She was concerned with her personal involvement. Her body was a quivering mass of impassioned flesh. The vibrators evoked exquisite spasms of delicious torture.
Al reached under the hooded flesh of her cunt. He grasped the reddish piece of flesh. Alternating his manual manipulations between hard rubs and little tugs, he stimulated her clitoris. The added massage of her clitty increased Betty's tortured erotic anguish.
"Ohhhrrrr!" She cried out, suffering from the torment of the tantalizing vibrators. "Stop, stop! I can't take it any more! Have mercy! Fuck me! Do anything you want! But stop! Stop!" Her voice was a plaintive protest.
Her captured clitoris was subjected to continued stimulation despite her entreaties. Inside her cunt, the erogenous tension mounted. She felt an orgasm growing. It seemed like a balloon expanding. Any moment, it would reach a bursting point.
Betty wriggled her hips and shifted her pelvis in a series of erratic frenzied coital thrusts. If she could have that orgasm, it might lessen the intensity of the vibrations! Her nervous system was reaching out for that orgasm, trying to bring it on.
The orgasm exploded with the brilliance of a magnesium flare. She felt it tear at her insides with a violent force.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed. Her voice was urgent and loud. "Please, take those damn things out of me and fuck me!" she pleaded.
Her hips continued to churn with the turbulence erupting inside her twat. The initial orgasm was followed by a series of others. Each, more intense than the other!
"I'm coming like crazy!" Betty exclaimed. "It won't stop! It's crazy, crazy! Stop, stop! I'm coming again! I'M COMMMINNGGGG! AHHRRGRrrr!" The cry tore from her throat. It was an anguished cry that dwindled down to low gurgle.
Her pelvis made a series of frenzied thrusts during the final exclamation. In the throes of a violent orgasm, Betty's body shook in a paroxysms of intense erotic ecstasy.
Al removed the vibrating phalli. Betty's frame collapsed against the mattress. Her body was coated with perspiration from the extreme exertion she experienced. Her breathing was deep and rapid. She didn't think she could be pushed to this limit of exquisite torture.
The demonstration and its results evoked many comments from the audience, all agreeing on one thing! Betty listened with closed eyes to their remarks. She was a hot piece of ass! Everyone wanted to fuck her again.
She doubted if she could service anyone. Her pussy and asshole were too sensitive. The erogenous holes had taken an excessive amount of stimulation. Just a slight touch of either part would have her climbing a wall.
"Give me a break!" she pleaded. "That last session has wiped me out."
Betty wanted a few minutes of rest. Enough time for her body to readjust. Her snatch and rectum were still tingling from the effects of the vibrators. She found the use of these mechanical gadgets an excellent supplement to fucking. Perfect for adding a delightful nuance to some foreplay. But used in excess, the results were devastating!
As much as she enjoyed being screwed by these men, Betty wanted to call it a day.
The men became involved in a heated argument. Betty was pleased they were fighting over the use of her sexual pleasures. The longer they argued, the more time she had to recover from her ordeal.
Their heated discussion deteriorated into a fist fight between two of the men. The heated commotion caused someone to call the management. Someone from the office came up to the room. The appearance of the hotel's representative stopped the fight. It also created a hurried mass exodus.
Al, Betty, and Bob rushed upstairs to the other room. Within minutes, they were dressed. The three left one by one, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
Betty was alone for a brief moment. This was her opportunity to flee. All her clothes were at Al's cabin. He also had the damaging evidence used to blackmail her into co-operating. And then, there was the sex!
She hurried to his car where Bob and he were waiting for her. She was still a prisoner.