TITLE    : Double Treat Weekend Ch. 01
STORYID  : double-treat-weekend-ch-01_2003
SUMMARY  : Peggy's limits are explored.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2003-04-27
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


<i>The Beginning of Wolf's Story:</i>



Let me tell you about my new lover. She's a wonderfully sexy, <i>very</i> open-minded, adventuresome, energetic and imaginative woman named Peggy. Now most guys my age (pushing 40) like to chase the girls that are in their middle to late twenties&hellip; or younger. I've long disagreed with the desirability of a woman so much my junior; unless she's led one heck of a sexual life, she's just not up to what I view as a full sex life. Most of the girls that age want you to feel lucky for getting them in bed and they expect you to treat them like royalty or something. I've always been of the opinion that sex is much better with a woman who is just hungry to be having sex &#x2013; any way she can get it, anywhere, anytime. There is just <i>nothing</i> better than a woman who is happier with a fresh load of cum in her pussy or belly (having swallowed it hungrily)&hellip; unless it's a woman who only feels complete when she's got hot cum in her ass as well.



So, anyway, I met Peggy through an online submissives club while I was surfing the net looking for information on the BDSM lifestyle. I've never really tried it out although I've always found the feeling of total control quite exciting. A guy online recommended Peggy to me and through some emails, picture exchanges and phone calls I met her and gradually got to know here better. At forty-six years old, she was an unusually sexy woman with a drop-dead gorgeous five foot three inch one-hundred five-pound body. Her sexiness measured 35C-23-36 and the pictures showed exactly how those measurements arranged her 105 pounds onto her relatively short frame.



Her naturally dark brown hair framed her beautiful face nicely, stopped just at the middle of her neck. The pictures I saw proved that she was not one of those women who kept her pussy shaven but instead opted for the trimmed look that allowed a few strays to just peak out of her bikini bathing suit, teasing the men who were always looking. With devilish sexy green eyes completing the package, this feisty feast of sexuality could only get better if she was purely hungry for sex in every form at every turn. Thankfully&hellip; that's exactly how Peggy is.



After all those exchanges, Peggy and I finally arranged our first meeting for a Saturday night in a town that is right in between where we live. Since I live on the east coast and she lives in Tennessee, it was going to take us each about eight hours of driving to get there. She told me that she was planning on leaving her house on Friday evening after work, driving half way and then completing the drive Saturday morning. She'd have plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday and wouldn't be rushed. "Just in case" I wanted to travel the extra distance and meet her on Friday night, she told me what hotel she'd be staying at and the approximate time she expected to be getting there. I told her that I doubted I'd be driving twelve hours on Friday just to turn around and drive four hours <i>back</i> on Saturday, but that I'd keep it in mind.



As that weekend got closer, I began devising a plan and when that Friday arrived, I put it into affect. It took a lot of planning and quite a bit of organization, but in the end, it was well worth it.



<i>Peggy's Side of Friday:</i>



Like usual when I was headed off for a weekend to play, I told my husband that I had a work seminar to attend and that I'd be leaving right after work on Friday. Dear man never doubts me and never pays attention to what I pack &#x2013; rarely does he pay attention to what I wear though every now and then he totally surprises me by nearly raping me if I dress just right.



So, that Friday morning I dressed relatively conservatively (for me) in my sheer white panties, a mid-thigh length emerald leather skirt, and my matching emerald silk blouse over a French-cut sheer white bra. The panties and bra were so sheer that they were basically see-through. When I get excited and the crotch of the panties get wet, they become totally see-through, and since I'm so sexually oriented, this happens a lot. I wore a pair of medium height heels with no toe and a sling back. It was as close as I could get to "come fuck me" pumps at work without causing too much of a ruckus.



In my weekend bag I packed a couple of my most naughty outfits including my black leather matching crotchless panties and bra with the nipples cut out. I took two pair of four inch spike heels, a mini-skirt, two skin-tight tank tops and a halter top that was so short the bottom swell of my breasts hung below it's edge. I put my travel make-up kit into the bag and then I also packed the personal hygiene items that I would need along with a tube of KY jelly (because I was hoping for a little anal sex sometime Saturday) and some flavored love lotion that I'd found. Past experience had shown how delicious it was when mixed with a man's cum and my own juices and I was also hoping to taste those flavors combined on Saturday night&hellip; or early Sunday morning. To make my new lover happy, I'd also packed a pair of cut off jean short-shorts&hellip; so short that when I wore them, the crotch seam split my pussy lips and half my ass cheeks hung out the back.



Thus packed, and with my pussy already wet in anticipation of the weekend, I kissed my husband goodbye and headed off to work. The day seemed to just drag on endlessly as I dealt with phone call after phone call from truly stupid people. At one point after lunch I got a small break from the phones and I spent the few minutes pondering the Saturday night that was in store for me. My new lover had promised me the fulfillment of some of my fantasies &#x2013; even though there weren't that many left. I've led a fairly open and active sex life the past few years and if I've wanted to try something I've always been successful in finding a lover who was willing to help out.



When five o'clock finally arrived, I was out the door and not looking back. In my car I got onto the highway headed east and set the cruise-control at about seventy-five. I'd have done eighty but I wasn't sure my slightly exposed cleavage could get me out of such a high speeding ticket. I was sure that I could wiggle and flash my way out of a ticket for 75 mph&hellip; after all, I'd done it before.



An hour into the ride I drove through a fast-food place and grabbed what would suffice for dinner. Carefully eating it while I drove, I savored the flavor of the tangy sauce that was on the burger and I wondered what my new lover's cum would taste like. I knew he was a big beef eater which tends to make a man's cum slightly sour, but he also said that he ate a lot of vegetables which makes a man's cum taste sweeter. Thinking about his hard cock jetting thick ropes of hot cum onto my tongue and down the back of my throat just made me wetter as I drove and soon I felt that throbbing in my pussy that let me know just how swollen my lips were getting in anticipation of being split open. As much as I wanted to taste and savor his cum, I also wanted my lover to bury his length deep into me and cum hard, splashing my cervix with his hot juices. From what I understand, some women only feel the man's cock pulse as he cums, never feeling the spread of his hot juice as it fills them and then the sperm starts swimming. Lucky for me, I feel both and I truly love the feeling of a man's full load of thick ejaculate as it squirts into me and then the heat begins to spread. To be honest, and at the risk of sounding like a total cum slut, I love that feeling deep in my pussy &#x2013; deep in my ass &#x2013; and even the feeling of hot cum as it warms my belly after I've swallowed every drop!



Three hours later, at just about nine o'clock, I reached my hotel, wondering if Wolf had taken me up on my offer of Friday night. I doubted that he would have driven the extra four hours to meet me for one night, but I'd had men go farther out of their way to experience my charms and I couldn't be sure what he'd do. We'd never met face to face. Figuring that if he was there he'd be in the lobby waiting for me, or already checked into a room, I headed into the lobby to register. The clerk was a young man, about twenty I'd guess, and he spent a lot of time trying to look down my blouse as I filled out the registration card. Giving it back to him, I checked him out as he typed the information into the computer system, and then watched him walk away and back as he fetched my encoded keycard. He was built well and the bulge in his crotch was promising. If nothing else, I told myself, I could wait until this young man got off shift and entertain myself with him for the night.



Handing me my key he told me my room number and smiled, finishing what I was sure his usual check-in speech with, "If you need anything, just dial zero to reach us here at the front desk."



"I'm sure I'll need something," I said with a sexy smile. "What time do you get off work?" Half-stammering his answer, not used to a woman being quite so forward, the clerk managed to finally croak out that his shift ended at eleven. "I'll be sure to call before then," I told him with a wink, and then I turned to head for my room. I made sure that he was watching my ass as I walked away by adding a little extra twitch to my hips.



Outside, directly in front of the main doors, which were all glass, I looked back to see him still watching me. Pressing the remote button on my keychain, I popped open my trunk and bent at the waist to pull out my weekend bag, making sure that my backside was pointed at him. I certainly didn't need the bag right then, but it was the perfect chance to let my skirt ride up some and show off my legs. They are quite shapely and I knew that he was glued to them as well as my ass.



Looking back over my shoulder, I saw that I was right. The poor boy was leaning so far over the counter checking out my body that I'm surprised he didn't fall over it. Closing the trunk, I took my bag around to the driver's side, threw it in the back seat and then sat down in the driver's seat. My room was on the ground floor, around back of the hotel, and I felt that such a location was perfect in case he wanted to visit later. No snooping witnesses to see a hotel employ visiting a guest to provide personal service.



It took me all of about ten seconds to drive around to the back of the hotel, parking my car directly in front of my room and getting out. Grabbing my weekend bag from the backseat I walked over to my room, keycard in hand, looking forward to a hot bath to prepare myself for later. If I was lucky, I thought, I'd enjoy that young man all night tonight, and then my new lover, Wolf, for the afternoon, evening and all night tomorrow. Sunday morning was even promising and as I inserted the keycard into the slot, I couldn't help but rub my thighs together to feel my soaking wet pussy lips press together. I simply love that smeary feeling that comes with a buttery cunt.



Right as I was pushing open the door I felt an arm encircle me from behind, and another hand pressing something over my face. I had been so lost in fantasy about my weekend of pending sexual pleasure that I never heard anyone approach and this clutch certainly wasn't amorous. This wasn't Wolf sneaking up on me to say, "Surprise!" or my young man from the front desk. This was something entirely different. Startled, scared and off-balance, I dropped my bag and immediately began to fight back as I felt my attacker pressing his (due to the strength I assumed it was a man) hand hard against my mouth and nose and his arm lifted me off my feet. I felt my heels connect twice with his legs before one shoe fell off and I managed to get one hand full of his hair as I reached back clawing and grabbing&hellip; and then the world began to fade away. I knew I had to fight back&hellip; I was enraged with fright and anger&hellip; but the grayness of the night seemed to be sucking me in; weighing on my body so heavily that I couldn't move.



The darkness took awhile to fade. At first I became aware of the silence around me. The parking lot hadn't been noisy but at least I could hear traffic from the highway. That was gone now and it bothered me. As reality began to reform around me I realized that I was laying down, had a slight headache and was very thirsty. I opened my eyes to see a rough-wood beamed ceiling with flickering lights dancing over it. After another few minutes of gathering my wits, I realized that the flickering lights were caused by candles that were all around me&hellip; Looking around I saw that I was in the middle of a large room in a log home. It must have been the living room since it was quite large with many windows and an impressive fireplace.



When I tried to sit up I realized that I couldn't and my fuzzy brain had trouble connecting the raw feeling at my wrists, upper arms, waist, thighs and ankles with the fact that I was tied down. After another few minutes I realized that I had been drugged; someone had grabbed me from behind and pressed a wet cloth over my mouth and nose. I remembered breathing in an antiseptic smell and then losing consciousness. Now I was slowly regaining my senses only to discover that I was no longer at the hotel; I was tied up in someone's living room; and then the cool breeze over my body made me realize that I was also naked.



Able to lift only my head, I continued to look around, searching through the windows for any indication of where I might be. Vaguely I thought I could hear the sounds of a party from nearby and I assumed that it was from a neighbor's house. All at once the sounds of the party blared from behind me, over my head, and I craned my neck back to see what caused the sound to be so loud. A man was coming through a door and when he closed it the sound faded again. Apparently the party was going on in this house, in a connecting room or basement. I watched the man through frightened eyes as he walked over to me, appearing upside down due to my position.



"Ah, you're awake," he said with a smile. He looked familiar though I couldn't place him. As I looked up at him I saw that he was wearing white linen shorts, a pricey polo shirt, sandals, a watch, a wedding ring, and he was carrying a drink that was brown/amber liquid in a cocktail glass. He looked to be in his early-forties with short cut hair, a moustache and deep brown eyes. My eyes took him in from head to toe and then back up, and as he stepped even closer I could see up his shorts. He was wearing no underwear and his penis was plainly visible hanging down the leg of his shorts. My first observation was that his scrotum was hairless and that every hair I <i>could</i> see was trimmed short. It looked nice and I fleetingly thought about how it would taste. Reminding myself that I'd been drugged, kidnapped and was now held prisoner in someone's house (was it his?), I had no reason to be thinking about sex. I should be thinking about escape.



"How are you feeling?" he asked me with a smile. "Not too badly hung over I hope?"



"Fuck you," I ground out through a raw dry throat. "Let me loose," I demanded.



"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said shaking his head. "That's no way to treat your owner." With that, and still smiling, he reached down to my right breast, gently caressing it, cupping it, tweaking the nipple softly&hellip; and then pinching it hard between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it and twisting it until he saw me grimace at the discomfort. As much as it hurt, my pussy was enflamed as the warm rush of blood to my nipple excited my body. I hoped I wouldn't orgasm as a result of this nipple torture, but truth be told, I often cum just from such an act.



"Let's try this again," he said with a smile, and then taking a drink of whatever he had. "How are you feeling?" he repeated looking down at me. "Not too badly hung over I hope?"



"Fuck you again," I said through gritted teeth. "Nobody owns me. Let me up or you'll regret having brought me hear." As I finished speaking it occurred to me that I was in no position to be making threats. I was naked and tied down with no clue where I was or who this man was.



His response was another head shake, a few more "tsks" and then he roughly pinched / pulled / twisted my left nipple harder than he had my right one. There was no caress this time. No cupping&hellip; no softness. Just a pinch of pressure, the pull, the discomfort&hellip; still, my body responded with a rush of hot blood to the nipple, engorging it just as my right one was, and the heat somehow felt connected to my sex because I could feel my pussy lips swelling and my clit getting erect. He pinched, pulled and twisted my nipple until I groaned out my pain, and then he released it. I groaned again and I'm sure he took it for relief although it was actually from frustration. If he had just pinched and pulled another two or three seconds, I'd have cum hard and enjoyed it. I had closed my eyes against the attack I couldn't avoid and was shocked into opening them when I felt an icy coldness on my achingly erect nipple.



I looked down my body to see that he had lowered his glass and was rubbing it across my nipple. First one&hellip; and then the other. The cold of the glass felt good against my burning nipples, but it also served to make them even stiffer. As he rubbed the cold glass back and forth over my breasts, he spoke to me softly, in a kind voice, even though his words weren't kind at all. "Why don't we quit playing these games?" he asked through an evil grin. "I know who you are&hellip; I know <i>what</i> you are&hellip; and we both know that you are going to do everything I tell you too or it will be a very uncomfortable night for you." Pulling the glass away from my body, he stood back up, nearly straddling my head so that I could look up his shorts at his cock, taking a drink before he continued. "This is only one night. Eight hours. It's almost eleven now and by seven tomorrow morning you'll either be sleeping peacefully or on your way. But tonight I own you and you will do everything you're told." Reaching down to caress my breast, he was once again gentle, cupping and softly squeezing&hellip; "Right?" he asked as he fondled me. The threat was there. He sounded friendly but I knew that if I said something disagreeable again, he was going to lash out at the tit he was holding in his hand.



Ultimately my body betrayed me. Looking down the length of me, he must have seen my pussy getting wet or something. I saw him look toward my crotch and then he looked back down at my face to meet my eyes, a big smile on his face. "I'm glad you're getting into the feeling of it," he said wickedly. "Let's get you ready for the night." I half-expected him to walk away but he must have sensed what I wanted&hellip; somehow known that I craved orgasm through intense stimulation to my erect nipples. Setting his drink down, he placed both hands on my chest, caressing and cupping for about thirty seconds before latching his fingers onto my achingly erect nipples. Pulling, pinching, twisting and rolling them, he watched my body writhe and my eyes close as I once again groaned &#x2013; first in pain and then in delight as my first climax flooded out of my pussy. He didn't stop his attack on my chest until my breathing had almost stopped as a result of the pleasure I was getting, but when he finally did stop I was disappointed. I was <i>that</i> close to another orgasm and was frustrated that he'd let my nipples go. I wanted more &#x2013; however I could get it and as quickly as he would cooperate.



He walked away for a few minutes as I lay there considering my position and the night. My body had indeed betrayed me. My pussy was soaking wet; my lips swollen with desire; my nipples ached and were tender, both from his rough touch and the coldness of his drink glass. Here I was held captive and all I could think about was his cock as I saw it up the leg of his shorts&hellip; the single drop of precum that had fallen from it and landed on my forehead. What had my very first thought been? Not fight back. Not escape. But, "Damn; what a waste of a good drop of precum." I'd have much preferred to have it land on my tongue and that realization was what led me into complete submission. Whatever this man wanted with me, three things were sure: I was completely unable to resist, it was obviously sexual and my body was craving it all.

<hr pg="2" />When he returned he was carrying a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. Telling me to lift my head, he put the blindfold on me and that was the first time I realized that my hair had been pinned back. He apparently wanted to make sure it was going to stay out of my face for whatever reason, and then a whole host of potential reasons roared through my mind. I loved every one of them. Next he untied my hands, pushed them together in front of me and handcuffed my wrists together. After that he finished untying me, he helped me stand up and led me to the bathroom. "Relieve yourself," he commanded, and his tone made it clear that he'd brook no argument.



Sitting on the toilet I peed and then reached my hands around, searching for toilet paper. His hands guided mine so that I could wipe up. "Anything else?" he asked. It was plain what he meant.



"No," I replied. "That's all." Before I could finish the "that's all" I felt his slap on my right ass cheek. It was a hard slap from a rough hand &#x2013; hard enough to make me jump and yelp.



"No, <i>sir</i>," he corrected me. "Every answer you give tonight will be followed by <i>sir</i> or <i>ma'am</i>, and you won't speak unless spoken too. Do you understand?" My mind went crazy at the implication of his statement. <i>Ma'am</i>? It wasn't just him? What had I gotten myself into? I didn't answer him quickly enough as I stood pondering the possibilities, but another swift smack on the ass brought me back quick enough.



"Yes, sir," I replied.



"Good," he said. "Come with me." He took me by the handcuffs and led me out of the bathroom. I paid attention as we turned right down a hallway and then left down another short hallway. Stopping when he did I heard a door open and the loud blast of sound that was a mixture of music, voices, squealing and other party sounds. My mind flooded with the memory of the party that I'd heard before his arrival and then when he opened the door to come into the living room. Parties meant people &#x2013; a lot of them. He was leading me naked, handcuffed and blindfolded into a room full of people. I was at his mercy and had surrendered myself to the reality that whatever it was this man wanted from me, he was going to get it&hellip; along with whatever anyone else at the party wanted as well. I was in no position to argue, fight or escape. That reality made my pussy tingle and my body's reaction surprised me. Sure, I like being submissive, but to a room full of unknown people? For an unknown period of time? In an unknown place? The warmth spreading through my crotch assured me that I was finding the thoughts more exciting than frightening. Following my "master" as he tugged me along by the handcuffs, I felt my nipples grow even stiffer as my body prepared itself for the wonders that lie ahead.



The music quieted for a moment and my master began speaking. I assumed that he had either turned it down or that someone else had when he indicated that it needed to be done. Either way, the music was quiet and he was speaking and I could feel every eye in the room, male and female, touching my nakedness. The thought made me even wetter and I could feel my juices beginning to smear the insides of my thighs. "Everyone!" he said loudly and then again. "Everyone! This is Peggy," (how did he know my name? Then again, he was sure to have my purse and travel bag) and she's here tonight to make sure that everybody's sexual needs are totally fulfilled." <i>Everybody's? Totally fulfilled</i>? My pussy spasmed at the thought of pleasuring a room full of men and women and I nearly came again just from the thoughts as he continued talking.



"Peggy is our community property for tonight and the live entertainment for the party. As a courtesy to her we have to insure that we leave no marks on her that will last past Sunday morning, but other than that&hellip; well," he said evilly, "there are no rules. Use her as you see fit. Force her to do anything you want done. Cum in any orifice of hers you choose. Be polite to the next guy though, and if you leave cum in her, have your female partner clean it up or make sure Peggy somehow does. We don't want any sloppy fourths or fifths here!" He laughed as he finished talking and a rousing cheer went up from the crowd around me. The music blared again and I wondered what would happen next.



In a matter of only seconds I felt a soft hand cup and begin to caress my right breast. From the size and feel of it, I guessed it to be a woman's hand. From behind me, I felt two larger rougher hands placed on my hips, pulling my ass back against a bulging crotch while lips begin to kiss and nibble down the curve of my neck. Attached to the hand that was caressing my breast, a female voice said, "How're you doin', sweety?"



Remembering my place, and almost trembling from wanting more stimulation to my breast/nipple, I replied, "Fine, ma'am."



"You sure are," said the man behind me, his hand moving around to join hers on my chest. The man's hands moved under the woman's and together they began to massage my chest. The man's hands were large and very calloused and the sandpaper like friction across my nipples made them perk up to full stature immediately. I hadn't thought that they could get any harder, but they did, standing out to there almost inch long full length.



"Look at that," the woman giggled. Then I felt her fingers on my nipples, squeezing, pulling, and twisting them, making my pussy gush all over again. As she did this, the man behind me took his hands away and I heard his belt and pants being undone. A small part of me was afraid of what would happen next, but the much larger part of me was craving more sensation to my aching nipples and something, <i>anything</i>, to be plunged into my hungry cunt.



Almost at the same instant, I felt the woman in front of me take my right nipple into her hot mouth &#x2013; her teeth raking the length of it as her tongue swirled around it and her lips sucked on it &#x2013; and as she did that, the man behind me stepped into me again, his rock hard cock rubbing between the cheeks of my ass. From the feel of it I guessed it to be nicely sized and I languished in the warmth of the precum that his knob was spreading up and down the top of my rounded cheeks.



With his cock pressed against me, the woman sucking my nipples back and forth, and the music blaring all around, I had a fleeting thought about how many people in the room were watching us &#x2013; but then he reached his hard hands around to my pussy, pulling the lips apart and sliding two thick blunt fingers into me&hellip; and I convulsed on the spot. My chest was on fire with the woman's teeth pulling on the root of my nipples while her tongue lashed them furiously&hellip; My pussy was spasming around the man's two fingers as he buried them into me and then ground them around, rubbing my engorged clitoris <i>from the inside</i> while his cock was throbbing between my ass cheeks. A powerful orgasm rolled through my body and for all the pleasure I was receiving, I wanted more. My body <i>demanded </i>more.



In that moment I fully became my other self. No longer a mother&hellip; no longer a wife&hellip; no longer a white collar administrator&hellip; I became the bare naked female driven purely by the need for intense physical stimulation, both pleasurable and painful, until my body was thoroughly exhausted from repeated orgasms and constant sexual use/abuse. I wanted my chest and nipples caressed, rubbed, sucked, nibbled, pulled, twisted and pinched until they were raw with tingling pleasure. I needed my pussy stuffed full repeatedly with cocks and/or toys so big that they stretched my limits and made me wince with a mix of pain and delight on every plunge against my cervix. My body craved having even my tight puckered asshole stretched open and my backdoor fucked thoroughly and repeatedly. My entire being craved the feeling of having multiple loads of cum swallowed, thrust into my sex, jetted into my rectum, and squirted anywhere else on my body that the man cared to aim. I wanted to have my pussy licked and sucked by both men and women and I felt an insatiable thirst to taste another woman's sex, preferably after it had been filled with one or more thick loads of hot male ejaculate. Quite simply: I wanted sex in every fashion; for every moment; in every way; with everyone in the room &#x2013; until my body gave out from exhaustion and I passed out with pleasure.



The beginnings of my wish came true in just moments. As my orgasm from the man's fingers and woman's mouth passed, I was roughly bent over at the waist, felt the man's cockhead pressed against the wet swollen lips of my pussy and then his length forced inside me. In some far off corner of my mind I was aware of the sounds of clothes being removed near my head, but nothing distracted me from the feeling of my sex being split and penetrated, over and over again &#x2013; my thighs banging against what I assumed was a barstool as the man's rough hands slapped my ass when they weren't pulling at my hips.



The sounds in front of me faded and then I smelled the musky scent of a female right in my face&hellip; the woman apparently having undressed, now bent over away from me, feeding me her pussy and ass together as she backed up against my face. With every inward thrust into me, the man forced my face in between the cheeks of the woman's ass, my tongue exploring her &#x2013; sometimes the slick wetness of her cunt &#x2013; other times the tangy pungency of her rosebud. I didn't need to use my hands to hold on &#x2013; between the stool and the man's hands on my hips, there was no way I was going to fall. So instead, I reached up to add my fingers to the woman's pleasures, using them to explore her wetness and then feed her juices to my hungry mouth. Over the din of the music I vaguely heard cheering voices and became aware of an animalistic grunting / moaning sound that was an undoubted sign of pure raw sexual lusty pleasure. A moment later I realized that the sound was coming from me&hellip;



I lost track of the orgasms I had as the man continued to mercilessly pound into my body. With my fingers buried into the woman in front of me, I felt the man sliding something into my tight ass, adding to the stimulation I was already enjoying. Reality took on a dim quality as my body was racked with pleasure after pleasure, tantalized by mild discomforts and then compounded by pain mixed with pleasure as the night went on. Hours later, I'm not sure exactly how long, the party seemed to die down and I found myself lying on a comfortable sofa &#x2013; cum flowing from both my lower orifices &#x2013; my nipples aching and feeling wonderful from all the attention they'd received.



A woman's voice beside me said, "You're pretty hot, Peggy," to which I replied, "Thank you, ma'am."



"Do you remember who I am?" the voice asked.



"No, ma'am," I answered. I had no way of knowing who this was. Voices meant nothing to me through the haze of loud music and shreaking sexual delight.



"Maybe this will help," she said with a giggle. At that I felt her move, weight seeming to distribute on either side of me, and then that wonderful musky smell of female sex in my face again. Craning my head forward, using my hands to reach up between her legs and pull her ass to me, I found myself licking and sucking on the same pussy that was my first of the evening. This time, when she came, I got the added delight of feeling and tasting several mouth fulls of male cum squirting from her sex as her muscles spasmed, ejecting the sticky fluid. I've swallowed more than my fair share of cum, and judging from the amount that she was flowing, it was deposited by several men &#x2013; three or more. I sucked and licked her clean, savoring the taste of both the male cum and her own female juices. Only when she pushed me away did I finally stop, relaxing back again and wondering what would come next.



Her weight redistributed itself and I felt her beside me, one of her hands coming up my body to gently tweak a raw nipple, her breath right on my neck as she spoke to me.



"Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Peggy?" she asked.



"Yes, ma'am," I answered, afraid to say more.



"Do you have any idea what time it is or what you've done?" she asked.



"No, ma'am," I replied, adding, "to both questions, ma'am."



She took a deep breath, moved her hand to my other nipples and then told me, "It's four in the morning and you've spent the last five hours pleasuring two dozen couples." My only response was a sharp intake of breath as her fingers brought new tingles of delight to my nipples and that surge of energy blazened its way down to my crotch. She continued talking as I tried to control my breathing and my body with very little success. "Every one of those men came into you at least once, and most of them came on you a second time. I've licked my husband's cum out of your pussy and off your chest twice tonight. Other woman sucked their husband's cum out of your well-fucked ass." Taking her fingers from my chest I felt them move down my body to find there way into my very swollen and tender pussy. As she thrust three fingers into my wetness, her words continued. "The only man in the room that hasn't had his way with you is our host&hellip;" her words trailed off as her fingers stirred as far into me as they could reach. "Do you want him now?" she asked with a teasing lilt in her voice. "Do you want to show him how much you appreciate him bringing you here and all of us pleasuring you so much?"



"Yes, ma'am," I groaned out as I felt another orgasm beginning in my belly. As soon as I'd answered another set of hands was on me, this time at my still handcuffed wrists. I felt them being moved and then they fell away. They'd been unlocked and removed.



"Take off the blindfold," said a deep voice that I recognized as belonging to the man who'd brought me here. Reaching up I took off the blindfold, looked up to see him standing there naked in front of me, his rock hard cock pointing at me and dripping precum as I laid there &#x2013; naked, spread, my pussy full of the woman's fingers, and my skin blotched by dried loads of untold amounts of cum. "Do you know who I am?" the man asked me quietly.



I tried to answer him but couldn't find my voice as the woman's fingers brought me to another rolling orgasm. My inner muscles clamped down on her fingers and I felt her thumb rubbing around my engorged clit to help me maintain my pleasure. When I finally came down, I realized that I'd managed to shake my head back and forth in answer to the man's question and he had moved much closer. His cock was right in my face &#x2013; his tiny hole dripping precum onto my bottom lip. My tongue snaked out to gather it, sucking it in and savoring it for the nectar that it was.



"I'm Wolf," the man told me &#x2013; and only then did I realize that this was the man I was supposed to have met Saturday night. He'd changed his appearance just slightly and had made one of my fantasies come true. He'd kidnapped me and used me to satisfy an entire room full of party guests. Our eyes met as he said, "Hold her pussy open for me," to the woman. She complied and I spread my thighs farther as well, opening myself to this man who had forced me to endure such overwhelming pleasure &#x2013; something I'd have never done by conscious choice.



His cock slid easily into me and our eyes continued to stay locked as his body thrust into mine. I put my hands on his hips to encourage him on, moving him harder and faster &#x2013; forcing his length to puncture my sex, increasing how raw it felt even though I was still saturated with my own juices. As Wolf fucked me, the woman, whose name I never did get, leaned over and began sucking my nipples &#x2013; nipping them and pulling them, teasing them with just enough pain to cause me intense pleasure &#x2013; just as I'm sure Wolf had instructed her to do. I had three more orgasms before I felt Wolf's cock swell within me, and then begin to pulse, spitting thick ropes of his hot sticky cum as deeply into me as he could reach. I felt the heat spread within me and reveled in the thought of how good I'd made him feel.



When his orgasm had passed, he laid down on top of me, letting his softening manhood soak in our mixed sex-juice cocktail as we held each other close. "Do you want to know?" he asked me quietly. I nodded my response. He told me the night's statistics. "You swallowed thirteen loads of cum directly; but ate ten more out of woman. You were fucked by all twenty-four men in your pussy, with each of them cumming there, and then nineteen of them fucked you again, this time in your ass, and all of them came there. Fifteen of the twenty-four managed to fuck you again, or let you suck them close, and then they pulled out to cum on you." He paused to breath and I felt our juices beginning to run out of my sex, down between the cheeks of my ass, soaking into the cushion of the sofa we were on. "You ate all twenty-four women to at least one orgasm, and all of those whom you ate cum out of came at least twice. Finally, with me having just finished, you've fucked twenty-five men tonight and taken, in some way, shape or form, you've taken eighty-two loads of cum into and onto yourself."



I breathed deep in satisfaction at the words he spoke. Eighty-two loads of cum. Twenty-five men. Twenty-four women. It had been a wonderful night &#x2013; and we still had all of Saturday and a good portion of Sunday to go. I was so glad that I'd planned this weekend. I wondered what Wolf had in store for later?

