Chapter 12
The Big Day had finally come. It was Thursday, or Orgy Day, as Vanessa had been calling it all week. The woman was beside herself with excitement. She kept talking about it, asking Donna questions, cursing herself for not going to the "tryout" session herself. "Isn't it just wonderful?" she kept asking over and over. Of course, Donna had done her best to perk up her interest. She had repeated in detail the mininstrations that had been performed on her that day. How the group had made her the center of attention, how they had filled her every hole with a huge piece of meat. A cock in either hand, one in her mouth, and finally, a huge one buried deep in her pussy. How could anyone not be excited after all of that?
The girls had made preparations down to the last detail for their gathering. They had made sure the Club rooms would be cleared after four p.m. (members were allowed to reserve the entire Club for special parties-and the women would make sure this one was special); they had arranged the furniture so that all of the soft mats, chaises, and lounge chairs were close together, forming a sort of huge mattress upon which the group could romp; and they had prepared themselves, talking about the experience to come, thinking about it, getting turned on by it.
Jack had called earlier in the day to tell Donna that his "crew" for the evening would be a different group than the ones she had seen. But he promised her they would be just as good. Vanessa had been a bit disappointed at first; she had wanted to feel Tom's cock inside her moist cheeks as she chewed and sucked on the organ, but Donna had assured her that Jack was a man of his word. After that the other woman had settled back to await the arrival of her all-male stud factory.
"Where do you think they are?" Vanessa asked worriedly. "You don't think they won't show, do you?" She was very anxious, and Donna felt strange taking the lead and calming her down. In all their other sexual encounters, it had been Vanessa who had shown the way. Donna felt good about the change. It showed her that she was finally coming into full womanhood. And then they were there. Four of them, dressed in jeans and sweaters or shirts, and, as had been requested, wearing masks. Donna un locked the front door and let them in, and surveyed their bodies admiringly as they strode into the room. She could hardly wait to see them naked. And so she ordered them to strip as soon as they got into the other room.
Vanessa squealed when she saw the four naked bodies walking towards her. They were all built and hung so well that she just couldn't hold back her delight. Somehow, this normally sophisticated woman was acting like a teen-ager about to be fucked for the first time. Donna couldn't blame her, though, in a sense it was her first time. No woman could know what it is like until she had the attentions of four sexy, passionate studs.
Donna immediately wanted to get their names, but then she remembered that was one of the rules of the Club-no names. So she dubbed them by what she saw. There was Sun tan, Hairy Chest, Tattoo and the Beard. And suddenly, as she sat down, they all were coming towards her. "No," she ordered, "take Van- ... the other woman first." And the group abruptly turned around and headed off in Vanessa's direction. She waited for them, wide-mouthed in anticipation, barely able to keep her body from trembling.
They began immediately. The Beard promptly moved around to her front and took his cock in his hand before shoving it in her mouth. Vanessa took it gratefully, sucking on the organ, chewing it, letting it swell inside her until her lips were stretched out to get around it. Tattoo, in the meantime, slipped around underneath Vanessa and be gan lapping at her pussy. Vanessa was on all fours now, her breasts hanging down, and it was exciting to see the studs working on her. Suntan was feeling up her tits, sucking on them, licking them, then pinching the nipples between his fingers. Vanessa began to moan and groan, but never once letting the cock out of her mouth or moving so that the others could not reach any of her vital parts. Finally, Hairy Chest moved up behind the woman, dislodged her from her spot, and shoved his long, fully erect cock straight into her teeming pussy. The woman gasped, then began to ride his pole, keeping his rhythm. In the next instant, the Beard was back at his spot, his huge organ fucking away at Vanessa's mouth. And then, the men moved her over on her side, and Tattoo moved in from behind. He took his long rod in his hand and placed the tip on the puckered hole of the woman's anus. He lubricated the organ with his spit, and then, slowly and carefully filled her back door with his hardness.
Vanessa thought she would come right then. It hurt at first, but gradually the pleasure sensations took over. She was having a hard time breathing now, and not just because of the huge penis that filled her mouth. She was gasping and panting, writhing and thrashing. The rhythms built up-in her cunt, in her mouth, in her asshole. She was being filled from all directions; she couldn't stand it any longer, she was commmiinnggggg!
The studs continued to work on her. She was like a rag doll impaled on their rods, and they were able to do anything they wanted with her. She came again, then, exhausted, settled back to let them have their way. She relaxed, letting the sensations from the three pricks fill her mind and body. She could concentrate on nothing else. She rode them, rode them all, feeling their erections penetrate her every hole, until she came again and again and again on wave after wave of pure pleasure.
Donna sat transfixed on her chaise, watching all of what was going on and fingering herself. She was getting hot just watching her friend enjoy herself, seeing the cocks moving in and out of her, hearing the grunts and moans of pleasure, smelling the odors of sex. Suddenly she looked up and saw Sun tan standing over her. She smiled at him, then her gaze descended to where his cock stuck out from his body in its fullness and maleness. She had liked him the most from the moment they had all entered the room. He looked a little familiar to her, Donna thought. Perhaps he was one of the ones who had done such a good job on her at their first session. She tried to remember, but the memories of the day were hazing. She could only remember the magnificent sensations she had felt.
He moved in a little closer and the woman instinctively reached out and took his prick in her hand. It sprang instantly to life, growing even as she cupped it. Wow, she thought, this one is really turned on-to me! Well, let's do something about that. She slipped the head of his giant cock past her lips and began to suck. She moved slowly at first, not sure that she could take it all in. The wet saltiness filled her throat, and she tugged on the organ with her lips, letting her tongue swirl around the underside of the shaft inside her mouth.
She bobbed her head on him for several minutes, getting a mouth fuck that sent the juices pouring out of her cunt and trickling down her leg. The boy grabbed her by the head caressingly, and pulled her face onto his cock, then backed it off, almost establishing her rhythm pattern for her. And then the cock began to swell inside her mouth, the veins popping out and pounding against her cheeks. He was going to come. This young stud was about to end her pleasure by shooting his hot sticky load down her throat. She tried to stop, tried to pull her head away, but the boy wouldn't let her. He grabbed her hair with both his strong hands and held her in place. He continued to pump his organ in and out of her mouth, forcing himself down her throat, then pulling out until just the tip of his cock was covered by her soft, wet lips. He plunged again and again, in and out of her mouth, letting his cock act as if it had a will of its own. He was using her to come, and he was succeeding. A few more strokes and his hot, throbbing meat exploded inside her oral cavity.
The white liquid spewed out from the tip of his penis, shooting far back against her throat. Donna thought she was going to gag, the boy came so powerfully, and so much. And when she had drunk it all down, he let her pull her mouth away, but before she had a chance to speak, he kissed her, tasting his own salty fluids.
Then he began to caress her entire body with his tongue. He explored her skin with his hot, wet little kisses, moving down her neck, then starting at the curve of her breasts. He kissed the flesh there and felt that it was burning hot. The woman grabbed one breast in her hand and shoved it up in his face. The tits rested against his mouth for an instant, and then he slipped his wet tongue over it. The skin came to life, and the nipples hardened even as he bit and sucked and licked them.
He hated to leave her breasts, but slowly he moved lower and lower, across the smooth skin of her stomach and to the dew-covered mound of hair that surrounded her pussy. He lingered there, letting the hairs tickle his lips before taking her legs, one in each hand, and spreading them apart. Then he got in between them, sitting on the ground in front of the woman, she on the chair, his face between her thighs.
Her cunt was hot now and dripping with her own juices. He reached over and spread the pink lips, exposing the soft little clit that was so sensitive. The boy played with it for a while, making the woman want to cringe with pleasure. But then he replaced his exploring digit with his tongue.
The first touch of the lad's mouth sent shock waves through Donna's body. This was-unreal, unlike anything she had felt before. Even with the four men, it was different. This was so caring....And then she was lost in the sea of pleasure as the young stud sent his tongue darting inside her pussy lips.
His mouth was pressed against the opening of her hole, and he nibbled at the flesh that pulsated against his lips. Meanwhile his tongue was darting in and out of her slit, pushing its way into her pussy, moving around once inside, and then retreating, only to begin the exquisite trip all over again. He used his tongue like a finger, caressing her soft clit, tickling it and bringing up sensations of pleasure in her body. She couldn't stand this much longer, she knew, and with a few licks more, the boy drove her over the edge of consciousness. She howled, clutching him by the ears and driving her trembling cunt cruelly against his mouth. And then she came, her body quaking with convulsive spasms of pleasure. The boy held onto her pussy with his mouth, although her rocking and shaking almost made him lose his mask.
And when she had settled down, the boy stood up, his cock hard once again. He pushed the only half-conscious woman back on the chair and stepped between her legs. His long prick was pointing towards her love channel, where just moments ago he had fucked her with his tongue. He brought it closer and the shaft rubbed against her sweet inner thigh. The head of his cock was pressing against the entrance to her pussy now, seeking admittance. The boy lurched forward just a bit, and the folds of skin at the opening to the cunt spread apart.
Now the tip was in and the shaft was inching its way along the passageway. The slow exquisite sensations were driving the woman wild. She tried to control herself but couldn't. Instead, she reached up with her legs, clamped them around the boy's trim waist, and pulled him to her. At the same time, she arched her back, forcing her hips upward. Their groins mashed against one another, and their hairs of the pubic regions intertwined, they were that close. His long cock was buried deeply inside her now, and his balls were pressing up against her anus.-Slowly the boy began to move. He pulled back so that only the end of his prick remained inside her channel. Then he lunged forward, trying to drive his cock all the way into her belly. The thrusts were long and tantalizing, rubbing against her pussy walls and her sensitive clit. His cock was long and wide, and it touched her everywhere inside.
They rode together like that forever. The woman encircled the boy with her arms. They kissed deeply and wetly and lovingly. All the while his cock kept pumping and stroking her, in and out, back and forth. They rocked and thrashed about on the chaise. The soft leather underneath clung to Donna's sweaty body, but she didn't care. All she wanted was his cock, buried deeply inside her, to never go away.
She was on the verge of yet another come. He kept pounding her with his prick, using it to stroke her clit and to bring her over the edge once more. She wanted to hold back, but she knew she couldn't. He crushed her with his weight, and she clung to him now, her arms around his chest, her legs around his waist, her mouth clamped onto his, and her pussy filled with his sweet, lovely cock.
She held onto him for all she was worth. This one was going to be a volcano. She could feel it, starting deep in her toes and working its way up through her entire body. She knew that when she came, she would be seized by shock waves and convulsions like she had never felt before. And then the boy plunged deep into her hole a few more times, driving her over the edge.
The stud was close, too. He knew that it would be an effort for him to hold back much longer. And then the woman started to come, and her cunt grasped his pole, caressing it, sucking it inside her, lapping at the outer, taut skin. And his own orgasm flooded her passage with hot globs of his love juice. He shot off again and again, filling her with his cream, his cock throbbing and pounding, his. head reeling, almost unable to remain conscious.
Donna lay there under him for several moments. Then she looked up at his masked face, and she reached up, pulling the dark fabric off his head. Suddenly her smiled faded, and she turned away in horror. The stud, the young boy she had been fucking and sucking, who had come twice in her, was no one else but her own son, Gary.
She couldn't speak. She didn't know what to do or say. How could this have happened? She hadn't known who it was, but he had; she wore no mask. He had seen it was his mother, and he had pursued her anyway.
And then the story came out. Gary told her how he had come after her and why. They all missed her at home-Dad and Anne and he himself. And he told her how they had all joined together to form their swinging little incest clan, and how they wanted her, too.
Donna looked over to where Vanessa was still writhing with the three guys. She was saying good-bye to all of this. She realized that she didn't need it now. She no longer had use for a sex club. Not when she had one waiting for her at home.
They got up and dressed and walked out the door. She was returning to the warm bosom of her family, her husband with his hard cock, her son who turned out to be quite a mother-fucker after all, and her daughter. Who knows what will develop next, she thought as she closed the door for the last time. I'm going back to my family, to my wonderful, ever-lovin' family....