Chapter 11
The laugh was on Clay when Angie arrived at the office the following Friday morning to announce that her period had just begun, changing the plans he and his wife had made for the weekend. Since he could have Angie any time he wanted her, he was able to laugh at the trick fate had played on him.
Flipping her skirt up, he gave her a stinging smack on the seat of her panties, telling her she had done it on purpose.
"Christ, Clay, don't spank me like that on the first day of my period or I'll be wearing red shoes," she told him as he drew his hand back to give her another spank. Laughing, he patted her bottom instead and dropped her skirt.
"I do feel sorry about delaying the sixth weekend," she told him. "I hope the others won't he too angry With me."
"It won't he delayed, dear," he assured her. "Bette and I will entertain you often ;is we've done in the past, so we'll just skip the fifth weekend and hold the orgy as planned on the sixty. We've decided to hold it at Moe's big country place. He tells me he has a special surprise in store for us, especially for you.
Angie was still wondering what the surprise was to be, the following Friday when Clay and Bette picked her up for the drive to Moe's place. They arrived just at sunset. It was late September, the air was crisp and clean, warm with a promise of a cool night, and the whole countryside was a riot of colored leaves, both on the trees and on the ground around them.
Impulsively, Angie decided that during the weekend, she would go for a walk in the woods with one of the men and have him lay her on a blanket of covered leaves in the clean country air.
Counting cars in the long, circular drive, Clay observed aloud that they were the last to arrive, a fact they confirmed when they walked into the big room where the party was to begin and found the others around the bar, the women already in bras and panties as though anxious to get going. Bette and Angie quickly took their dresses off and as they did, Angie trembled with the realization that every eye in the room was on her, marveling at what she did to bra, panties and nylons.
It was not long before the party, which had begun around the bar, adjourned to the couches which had been scattered around the room, each couch as wide as a bed, each offering a roomy enough playground for two writhing bodies.
In line with the group rule, the women went into action first, stripping each other and filling the room with sounds of spanking, sucking and sighing, with some louder groaning and moaning as women achieved orgasm.
While the men watched, they undressed, pausing for sips of their drinks, exchanging comments on the action they were observing.
Angie's cunt had been more than well prepared during her bout with the other women, so that when Moe came to claim her she was ready for him. While they played on a couch, they planned an afternoon walk in the woods the following day for some communing with nature in the most natural way. When he made love to her, Moe was as good as she remembered him to be.
It was still early in the evening when Ruth, Moe's wife, came into the room carrying a small, white, fluffy dog, whom she introduced to the group as Eager Eater.
Going to the couch with the dog, she demonstrated the reason for his name as he went directly into her crotch and lapped her until she climaxed. Proving how eager he was, the delightful little animal went on to lap every woman at the party. When her turn came with the well trained animal, Angie trembled with excitement, but she noticed too, that to him, a cunt was just a cunt and he considered her no better than the rest of the women. She was more than pleased with the lapping his rough tongue gave her though, and as she rested, after orgasm, she thought of how nice it would be to have such a dog of her own.
But her big dog surprise came later in the evening, when liquor was having its effect on the revelers and Moe came to her with a fur jacket which he helped her into, then guided her into a kneeling position on the thickly carpeted floor, her weight resting on her hands and knees.
There was an air of expectant silence in the room, then a buzz of excitement as Ruth walked into the room, leading a German Shepherd, a big animal who strained at the leash.
While the others gathered in a circle around Angie, Ruth led the dog to her from behind and his snout went right to her crotch as she knelt with her legs apart.
"Look at that meat poke out," one woman commented as the scent of Angie's crotch aroused the animal. He showed no interest in preliminaries as he hurriedly mounted Angie, wrapped his big forepaws around her and began jabbing in the air as he searched for her scented port of entry. When he found it, everything happened so fast that Angie couldn't believe it. With one mighty jab, he hammered his tool into her and was riding at a frantic-pace.
He rode rapidly, brutally, so much so that Angie couldn't be sure whether or not she was enjoying the surprise banging. It hurt her, yet the fact of being ridden by a dog thrilled her more than anything Angie could recall.
And then the speed of the banging was stepped up, the length of the dog's strokes shortened, and Angie felt his juice shooting into her with thrilling strength. The dog gave her a few more jabs even after he finished, then he withdrew his spent organ and dismounted, curling up on the floor to lick his member, seeming to enjoy the flavor of woman cunt which had been imparted by her twat.
When it was time for bed, Angie went along with Will and was not surprised when he asked her to go to the bathroom with her first and pee on his face. She did as he wanted, then they showered and they went to bed.
The salty shower she had given his stimulated him so that he gave her a nice screwing which acted as a very effective sleeping bill.
Most of the guests slept late the next morning, but when Angie went into the kitchen in search of coffee, a bit before ten, she met Moe there and they chatted over coffee. While she sipped her second mug, they decided not to wait for afternoon for their walk in the woods.
Hurrying to a washroom, she washed out her crotch so that it would be fresh, found her dress and shoes and met Moe in the kitchen again. He wore pants and a shirt and carried a blanket over his arm, assuring her that as beautiful as the leaves were, they would be rough on her naked body.
Stripping, they were content to lie under the warm, September sun, talking and kissing from time to time and warming gradually toward the point when they could delay no longer. Angie opened her legs wide for her man as he come to her, fitted a stiff penis gently into her pussy, then made very gentle love to her, not talking, enjoying the silence of the woods with only the sound of crunching leaves under them and the sounds of excited birds who flittered about as though not sure of what was going on below them, but approving of it and excited by it.
As they walked back to the mansion later, Angie knew she would always have a special place in her heart for the sensitive man who had shared those precious minutes with her in the beauty of the Autumn woods, the one simple act which had been the high point of her weekend orgy.
Five thousand dollars richer, Angie returned to the city with Clay and his wife, early Sunday evening. The weekend, the culmination of her six week contract, had been enough to convince her that it was the kind of life she wanted.
She had friends who were exciting, wealthy and generous. In time, she would become wealthy herself, and in the process she would enjoy a rich, exciting life.
Conventional marriage, children and the little house in Suburbia were for others, she decided as she undressed for bed, knowing she would be tired in the morning.
Tired as she was, she thought of all that money in her dresser drawer and realized that fatigue is really a relative thing. A smile of content Spread over her face and she drifted easily into a deep, comforting sleep, her body mending and preparing to serve her through a life which would be new and beautifully exciting all the way.