Chapter 9
Joyce fluttered and twittered nervously over the final arrangements in the playroom, trying desperately to control her nervousness and excitement. Everything seemed to be in place. And she was as ready as she'd ever be. As she arranged a stack of napkins for the fifth time, she tried to remember how the whole thing had gotten started. Actually, it had just sort of developed slowly with her and Jason. A phrase drifted through Joyce's mind, something about brilliant minds and similar paths. She smiled.
One thing was certain. It wouldn't be like any other birthday party for a boy turning fourteen. There would be cake and ice cream. But there wouldn't be any funny hats or noisemakers. And there wouldn't be any Pin The Tail On The Donkey or Blind Man's Buff, either. At least not in the usual sense.
There was going to be only one party favor for the guests. Joyce's stomach tightened at the thought. She wondered when they would arrive, and how many there would be. Her crotch felt suddenly damp and sticky. Along with her building excitement, there was a tiny knot of fear spicing her other feelings.
She heard the back door bang open and her heart skipped a beat. Tensely, she took up a position beside the refreshment table, trying not to let her nervousness show as she heard the babble of voices from the kitchen.
Then there were footsteps on the stairs and the room was flooded with Jason and his friends. Joyce felt a bit dazed as she watched the crowd swirling around the room. She tried to count how many there were, but they were moving too fast. She'd told Jason to limit the party to friends he could trust to be discreet. It looked as if he'd brought the whole baseball team.
The mob descended on the refreshment table like a hoard of locusts, absorbing the plates of ice cream and cake, inhaling the cups of punch. Joyce managed to keep up with the astronomical demand for food and drink, refilling cups and plates as rapidly as they were emptied. She was too busy to be nervous any more.
The record player was hammering out a beat powerful enough to rattle the windows. The voices rose ahove the din in an unintelligible, excited babble.
The demand for food stopped as abruptly as it had begun, and Joyce heaved a sigh of relief, then felt her tenseness returning. She felt the muscles of her stomach knotting up again as she surveyed the remains on the table, then studied the crowd. Now that the mass of guests had settled down, she was able to take a quick count. She wasn't sure whether she was relieved or terrified when she came up with eight plus her son. He had brought the equivalent of a baseball team.
As she cleared up some of the drbris, Joyce was aware of being the object of frequent interested, curious, and excited glances. Dumping a handful of paper plates in the trash can, she wondered what Jason had told his friends and just what they were expecting. She'd promised to put herself at Jason's disposal for whatever he wanted to do. Whatever happened, however the party went, it was totally out of her control.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jason coming toward her and shivered. She saw the faces turning toward her as featureless white blobs. She was the center of attention.
"Ready, Mom?" Jason asked, his smile confident and excited.
Joyce tried to postpone it by finding something more she had to do, then caved in. She was as ready as she'd ever be. "I guess so," she replied in a whisper.
"Put this on," Jason instructed, handing her a blindfold.
Joyce looked at the strip of black cloth as if it were a snake. She gingerly took it from Jason. She suddenly felt as if she were about to be marched to her own execution. Her hands shook as she put the cloth over her eyes. She finally had to turn her back on Jason so he could knot the blindfold for her. He turned her around and checked that she wasn't able to see anything. Then he guided her to the center of the room.
Joyce stumbled slightly on the invisible floor. The blindfold forced her to rely on her other senses. She heard nervous whispers and shuffling feet surrounding her and felt her heart begin to pound even harder. She had no idea what to expect.
Evidently Jason had laid the groundwork before they'd arrived, as she didn't hear him giving any instructions. He stopped her and she waited obediently. Then he pushed at her and she tried to follow his urging as best she could. He was turning her around, as if it were a game of Blind Man's Buff. In a few seconds she was totally lost, with no idea which way she was facing.
Then there was a gentle push between her shoulder blades and she staggered blindly forward. Trying to keep from blundering into anything, she stuck her arms out in front of her, reaching blindly. For a few steps there was nothing and she thought she was going to fall. She couldn't tell if she was walking in a straight line or not.
Feet shuffled around her and suddenly there were hands on her, holding her. Fingers were fumbling at the buttons of her blouse. She tried not to flinch away. She felt her blouse being opened, then pulled back off her shoulders. Obediently, she let them strip her blouse down her arms and off.
She hadn't known at the time why Jason had instructed her to wear a bra for a change, but was beginning to understand. Hands turned her again and gave her a push and she staggered away, the air cool against her bare stomach above her skirt. Her nipples were hard inside her bra and hurt.
Hands stopped her and someone was working on the fastening of her skirt. She felt it loosen and drop around her ankles. She tried to take a step and her feet got tangled. Surprisingly, gentle hands steadied her and someone guided her feet out of the tangle, removing her high heels at the same time.
Then she was being turned again and sent on her way. She was down to her panties and bra now, and frantically conscious of the amount of naked skin she was showing. When hands touched her this time they were touching bare skin and Joyce began to get excited. Someone worked on the catch of her bra and loosened it easily; then someone else was pulling it off her, baring her breasts.
There were lingering caresses on her bare breasts that sent waves of warmth surging through her. Hands pushed against the soft masses of her boobs and Joyce felt a blush warm her cheeks. Then she was sent on her way again.
This time the blind, staggering walk seemed to take forever. She hadn't counted steps before, but she had the feeling she was taking more than before. Each step seemed to be as if she were walking through thick mud. The floor felt cold under her bare feet and she could feel cool air on her bare breasts.
Then hands were stopping her again and fumbling with her panties. Joyce stood very still as she felt her last garment being stripped off her. She felt cold air dry the excited juices of her pussy and felt her panties sliding down her sleek legs. Someone guided her feet out of them; then she was nude. Hands were brushing over her skin and there was a puff of warm air on her pussy as if someone were studying it closely. Hands cupped her breasts, and she could tell from the size and feel that they belonged to two different people. Her breasts were being weighed and tested for softness by at least two boys, while a third inspected her pussy.
Then she was sent on her way again to stagger blindly across the room. Again hands were roaming boldly over her bare body, stimulating and exploring her. Joyce's lust was soaring higher now. She was flattered to be the center of attention of so many healthy young males. There were admiring whispers and other sounds around her now. She thought she heard the clink of a belt buckle and the rustle of cloth, but wasn't sure.
She was pushed on again, into other seeking, testing hands. Helpless, she let them explore every square inch of her. Hands measured her breasts, tested the texture of the skin on her thighs, patted her buttocks, stroked her back and ribs, brushed her belly. Fingers pried into her pussy, releasing waves of liquid from her excited tissues.
And now some of the bodies she was bumping against were as naked as she was. She felt bare skin against her bare skin as she was handed around the room. Even with the blindfold on Joyce could tell that most, if not all, of the boys were now as naked as she. She felt a hard, hot mass bump against one of her thighs and identified it from the brief contact as a hard cock. She wondered whose.
The hands became bolder now, more impatient and less gentle. Someone pinched one of her nipples almost too hard, bringing tears to her eyes and a rush of desire to her pussy. Fingers spread her labia, poking into her inner folds of tissue, sending another wave of fire through her. Someone dug his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, touched her pussy from behind and Joyce felt her knees sag with passion. Someone nibbled and suckled at one of her tits and Joyce thought she was going to faint. A finger slid deep into her cunt, and Joyce whimpered with hunger.
She wasn't being pushed around any more. Instead, she felt as if she were surrounded by warm bodies all pressing to get close to her. There were hands all over her, poking, prodding and exploring her crevices and recesses. She was burning up with excitement. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Then hands were pushing at her again, pushing on her shoulders, pushing to get her to bend her knees. Hands guided and supported her as she followed instructions. She was being stretched out on the rug. She felt feet moving aside to make room for her. Hands were holding her arms and her legs, spreading her, opening her up totally. Her legs were spread wide-open and her arms were held out straight so that there wasn't a square inch of her that wasn't visible, except her back. She was totally and mercilessly exposed.
Not one intelligible world had been spoken. There had been whispers and sighs, nothing more. The silence was almost reverent. Joyce whimpered deep in her throat, her desire feeling like steam boiling through her veins. Her pussy ached for something to fill it.
A body settled on hers at the same time her hands were released. Reflexively, she wrapped her arms around whoever was on top of her. She couldn't tell who it was, and didn't care. She felt a cock seek and find her pussy. Her hips writhed in response as she welcomed the big rod into her. The hot shaft bored into her cunt and she soared upward toward a clashing orgasm. Her legs were released and she dragged her feet upward, toward her ass, bending her knees. Digging her heels into the rug, she lifted and writhed her hips in an attempt to get the cock even further into her.
The boy on top of her pounded his cock into her, ramming it deep into her steaming tissues. He pumped his hips and Joyce urged him on with her hands. She was the blind, helpless receptacle for his hot cock. She was beginning to come, and knew he wouldn't be far behind. She soared up to her own orgasm just as she felt him pouring semen into her belly, his muscles quivering and straining.
The spurting of the cock in her pussy declined, and Joyce relaxed. But before she could catch her breath, the body on top of her was gone, and another was replacing it. A new cock bored into her pussy, stuffing her full and sending her roaring upward again. She began to climax for a second time and was still coming wildly when she felt a second load of cum pouring into her. She was dazed and almost delirious with pleasure.
And then someone else was screwing his organ into her; a different cock was filling her cunt. A more slender, lighter body was on top of her now. And her orgasm went on and on and on. She didn't even begin to drop back after this load of cum was poured into her. She was an insane knot of pleasure as still another cock was rammed into her glutted cunt. She felt a gush of displaced semen pour down her ass as the cock pistoned into her.
Joyce's world became hazed with lust as the gang-bang went on and on and on. She was only faintly aware of one cock being replaced by another, only dimly aware of wave after wave of semen being poured into her pussy. She was awash in cum. She felt it pouring out of her and streaming down over her ass to pool on the rug under her. She absorbed wave after wave of thick, sperm-filled fluid, and kept right on coming.
The blindfold was stripped away from her eyes and she blinked as she was battered by the harsh glare from the ceiling light. She looked around vaguely at the faces surrounding her, wondering who it was that was pouring his hot fluid into her pussy.
She was so dazed by her own endless orgasm that she couldn't focus on the expressions of the boys surrounding her. Their faces were featureless blobs as they watched her endless degradation.
She'd lost count of the number of cocks that had entered her. The boy on top of her at the moment finished his pumping and heaving, emitted a sigh like an exhausted steam engine and rolled off her.
The sudden emptiness in her cunt was a brutal jolt. She writhed vaguely, trying to gather her senses and understand what had happened. She whimpered, miserable at the sudden emptiness of her vagina. She felt cum oozing slowly out of her as she lay there, the room spinning around her.
Someone knelt beside her and she looked up at him, dazed.
"You okay, Mom?" Jason asked solicitously.
Joyce wanted to assure him she was, but her mouth was too dry. "Drink?" she managed to croak out.
"Here you are, Mrs. Kirkland," one of the boys said, handing her a cup of punch.
Jason helped her sit up and she sipped gratefully. She hadn't told anyone, even Jason, but part of the fizz in the punch came from a cheap sparkling wine, not ginger ale. Joyce felt it flow down into her belly and out into her veins and heaved a long, happy sigh.
"You okay?" Jason asked again.
"I'm fine," Joyce assured him contentedly.
"This is the best party I've ever been to, Mrs. Kirkland," one of the youngsters enthused.
Joyce felt that the situation was a little unreal. All of them were nude, sprawled around on the floor and the couch. She had the cum of God-knew-how-many of them sloshing around in her cunt.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," she replied calmly. They were all incredibly polite, all calling her "Mrs. Kirkland," even though they'd just had intercourse with her.
"Ouch, I ache," Joyce complained mildly. She looked around the room at all the nude bodies surrounding her. Here was her harem! They came in all shapes and sizes: tall and short, chunky and skinny. Every one of them was a succulently beautiful specimen of masculinity. Here and there were the beginnings of pubic hair, sparse and shy, closely hugging the bases of cocks. The organs were large and small; some were hard and some were limp, though the latter were in the minority. None of the boys seemed a bit shy about his body. The sight of so much naked flesh made her mouth water. She was the center of attention and loved it. She felt she was the most desired and desirable woman on earth.
Finishing the punch, she tossed the paper cup away and reached out blindly. Her fingers found one firm young thigh and traced it up to its origin, finding the half-hard organ there. She wrapped her hand around the mass and felt it begin to swell. She didn't even look to see who it was attached to. The growing rod was all that mattered. She squeezed fondly, leaning back against someone else's chest as she did so. Tantalized by the number of pricks available to her, she reached out with her other hand and found a second shaft within reach. In seconds it, too, was growing rapidly to fill her fist, then push beyond it.
The boys converged on her as she petted the two cocks. She pumped them both in her fists, gently and slowly, to draw the pleasure out as long as she possibly could.
No one said a thing, and she could hear the boys breathing, a .subtle note of excitement in the silence. Sometime during her screwing the record player had finished. They didn't need it. They were going to make their own music again soon enough.
She wiggled silently, pleasantly aware of a cock swelling against her back. The boy she was leaning against had his legs spread on either side of her, and he was evidently leaning back against the couch. She felt his arms slide around her from behind to cup the soft, heavy masses of her breasts. He pressed and massaged them, his hands the cups of a truly living bra. Her nipples poked into his palms, begging for attention. He let his fingers spread and capture the hard knots, pinching them. His breath was warm in her ear. She shifted, rolling his hard cock against the upper part of her ass, just above the crack supporting her buttocks.
In front of her a boy was sitting cross-legged, staring straight up between her legs. She slid her heels apart, spreading her thighs so he could see right up into the heart of her cunt. He reached down absent-mindedly and wrapped his hand around his cock, and started pumping his hardening organ.
Joyce let her head sag back as new waves of passion surged through her. She was burning inside as she pumped the organs in her hands and had her breasts caressed by the boy behind her. She rubbed her cheek against his. Surprisingly, he responded by nibbling the side of her neck. The pinch of his teeth sent new shocks of pleasure roaring through her. His hips shifted impatiently and she wiggled, trying to roll his cock between their bodies.
When his arms tightened around her, Joyce thought he was just trying to pull her tighter against him. Then she felt how he was trying to lift her, and understood what he was doing. Drawing her heels up, she tried to help him, lifting herself upward, feeling his cock work its way down between the cheeks of her ass. The head of his shaft slid slowly down into the sweaty crack, lower and lower, and the lower it got, the better it felt.
It felt wonderful, then marvelous, then fantastic! It was almost right THERE!
The shaft's hot tip touched her asshole and Joyce's knees almost gave way. Her feet slipped and the head of the cock rammed at the tight ring of muscle, sending a flash of pain and pleasure through her. He was going to do it up her ass! She scrambled her feet, but they hit a wet spot on the floor and skidded out from under her. She fell on the hard staff and felt it enter her ass. The cum that had oozed from her pussy had dribbled down over her anus and now greased the path of the spear ramming up her butt. Joyce felt her asshole slowly yield to the iron-hard young cock, and gurgled with the delicious agony. She felt the ring of muscle stretching wider and wider as gravity dragged her relentlessly down on the prick. The cock's owner growled softly and pushed his hips upward.
Joyce didn't know whether the boy knew where he was putting his cock or not, and couldn't have cared less. She was still holding onto the two cocks in her hands. She wasn't pumping them now, just gripping them tightly as she fought to assimilate the prick being shoved deeper and deeper into her rectum. She was sitting on the boy now, and hoped her weight wasn't hurting him. But she wasn't about to relieve the pressure that was forcing the marvelously huge hard mass right up into her bowels. She tried to loosen the ring of muscle and let the invader work still deeper.
Joyce looked at the boy in front of her and realized that he could tell where that cock was going. He was watching the procedure avidly, licking his lips, his face filmed with sweat. He was so interested and excited by the process that he'd forgotten about pumping his own cock and was holding it absent-mindedly, his thumb stroking its tip. He licked his lips, and Joyce wiggled to work the cock deeper into her ass. She was feeling more and more full back there. She'd felt the ridge below the head of the hard tool slide past the ring of her anus and knew there wasn't any reason now why she couldn't take that entire staff up her rear. She felt it slide slowly deeper and deeper into her and growled in triumph.
A few more fractions of an inch, and then she had the entire wonderful mass buried in her asshole, right up to the hilt. The throaty sound she made was one of pure pleasure.
But her pussy felt empty. She had a cock up her ass, but nothing up her cunt. She had to have something. She looked hungrily at the staff of the boy in front of her and he started at the sudden intensity of her stare. Then he-caught on and moved toward her. At the same time, Joyce managed to work the boy behind her and herself down, so that instead of leaning against the couch they were stretched out on the floor. She hoped she wasn't too heavy for him as she lay down on top of him, his cock sunk completely in her asshole.
The boy who'd been masturbating crawled between her legs and settled between her thighs and those of the boy under her. Joyce felt like the filling of an obscene sandwich. She felt the boy push his cock at her vagina and almost died from the pleasure. Her cunt was being squeezed shut by the cock in her ass, making it a tight fit for the boy trying to stuff his prick into it. Joyce felt as if two wedges were being driven into her crotch, wedges that threatened to split her wide-open from her crotch upward.
She had to have something in her pussy, and the boy was working it into her. She felt the cock sliding deeper and deeper into her. She still clung grimly to the cocks in her hands. She was going to have more cock than any woman in history ever had. She clenched her fingers more tightly around the staffs in her hands and concentrated on the magnificent pleasure of a cock being rammed up her cramped cunt, squeezing the thin wall against the bulk buried in her butt.
Pressed between the two boys, Joyce hung on to her consciousness as she felt the cunt-boy nearing his goal. An inch more and he was there. His entire cock was buried in Joyce's pussy, pressing hard against the cock in her ass. Joyce was squeezed mercilessly between the boys.
Something bumped against her lips and Joyce opened her eyes to find herself staring at someone's navel. She could see a hand holding the base of the cock, aiming it into her mouth. She couldn't believe it, but her lips opened to admit the shaft. She tried to visualize the tangled mass of naked bodies around her and failed. She was the center of attention for five boys, while four more presumably watched.
She had a cock up her ass, a cock in her cunt, cocks in each hand, and one in her mouth. She was the core of a suffocating cock-cushion of wanton humanity. She thought she was going to die, and couldn't have cared less. Given a choice, she would have chosen this as the way to go, stuffed to overflowing with cocks.
It was almost as if a secret signal were given. Joyce whimpered as the cocks began to move, pumping in and out of her. The ass and pussy boys shifted and worked, sliding their organs out and ramming them back in alternately, twisting the partition of flesh separating them, making Joyce feel as if the wall were being torn apart. The friction from the bulks stretching her open was horrifying, and delicious. She was being burned up in her own pleasure.
Meanwhile, the boy with his cock in her mouth pushed at her, driving his cock to the back of her throat. He showed no mercy and rammed his shaft into her brutally hard, bruising her throat. Joyce hung on, fighting to avoid suffocating, struggling to keep from gagging, and enjoying every extraordinary minute of it. She tried to remember to pump the cocks in her hands as she absorbed the cocks being punishingly rammed into her three openings.
Mercifully, the agony couldn't last too long. The stimulation was too much for all of them. The cocks in Joyce's crotch were working against each other, and the cock in her mouth was being stimulated by her swallowing and her tongue. She fought desperately to keep the cocks in her hands satisfied. She was insane with pleasure. She felt like the receptacle for all the lust in the universe.
Joyce was climaxing endlessly, with one cock and then another taking over to keep her at her peak. Which cock began to come into her first she couldn't tell. It just seemed as if all at once she were being deluged with cum. Cum was pouring into her mouth, into her cunt, into her ass, and over both hands, all at once. She was swallowing and wallowing in semen. She was drowning in semen. She was floating in semen. She felt as if her blood were being replaced with the thick, hot fluid.
The orgasms perpetuated each other, threatening to go on forever. It was almost more than human flesh could withstand. Joyce felt consciousness slipping away from her, and whimpered. Not in fear, but because she didn't want it to end, it was too all-encompassing and marvelous.
The wall of blackness closed over her like the fist of a giant. As her consciousness faded, Joyce felt the cocks buried in her body slowly beginning to shrink and fade away, their full loads having been delivered into her depths. With a deep, heartfelt sigh, she released the cocks in her hands, spat out the one in her mouth and let her consciousness fade away into darkness.