TITLE    : Double Treat Weekend Ch. 02
STORYID  : double-treat-weekend-ch-02_2005
SUMMARY  : Peggy's fantasy of serving a room of college men cums true.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2005-11-08
CATEGORY : group-sex-stories
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After everyone had left I found out that Wolf had rented the log home for the weekend. With all of the "guests" gone, I was able to relax and enjoy a hot shower, wherein Wolf spent quite some time scrubbing me clean. He paid attention to every nook and cranny &#x2013; so to speak. As he soaped me up under the hot spraying water, he used the lather to caress my skin, gently massaging every inch of my body. I noticed that he was careful to leave my nipples alone, intentionally letting them recover from the use and abuse of the night we'd just enjoyed. Although I had been thoroughly fucked, both front and rear, no hint of soreness had yet developed. I knew that I might be a little sore later, but I also knew that if I kept fucking throughout the weekend, the soreness wouldn't set in until Monday morning.



It was a wonderful feeling to have my new lover so carefully cleanse my body&hellip; his fingers very carefully cleaned my outer pussy lips, and in between the inner and outer folds. I was glad that he kept all soap from entering me, but noticed that he spent a great deal of the hot water rinsing every part of my sex. Several times I felt him holding my vagina open so that the hot water could spray up inside me, helping to clean out the congealed cum like a modified douche. I felt his fingers work at my puckered backdoor too, soaping and softly rubbing to wash, and then the jets of hot water to rinse away the soap. By the time he'd finished giving me a bath (in the shower), I felt as clean as I had the morning before when I was fresh out of my shower at home.





Thinking of home reminded me of my husband; silly man. I love him to death but he had no idea of what it took to sexually satisfy me. I fleetingly wondered what his reaction would be if he knew his suburban housewife had enjoyed eighty-two loads of cum and being used as a sex slave for an entire night. A heart attack? Divorce? Maybe he'd be turned on and want to watch or participate&hellip; Nah, probably not that.



After the shower, Wolf dried me off as carefully as he'd washed me. He cooked me a wonderful breakfast that was really more like brunch, and then he took me to bed. There we snuggled and fell asleep. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I laid my naked body down next to his. His cock was semi-erect against me, but as much as I wanted it, my mind was already drifting into wonderful dreams. In those dreams I was surrounded by well-built, well-hung and very fit young men who would use and pleasure me for endless hours.



I woke up to find that it was late afternoon. Wolf was still snuggled beside me, but he was also awake. I had caught him watching me sleep. When he saw that my eyes were open I felt his hands begin to move over me&hellip; caressing my hip&hellip; feeling my sex&hellip; running across my belly&hellip; cupping a breast&hellip; and then pinching / twisting my left nipple. The gasp of pain that escaped me was mixed with a deep groan of pleasure, and the orgasm that swept over me was purely due to his continued assault on my nipple. After my first orgasm passed, I saw him smiling, and then felt his hand move to my right nipple&hellip; and the painful pleasure began again.



After my second orgasm, I felt his hand leave my breasts, to run down between my legs again, this time to find a pussy that was freely flowing my sex juice. My lips had swollen in the course of my two orgasms and my body was crying out to be fucked again. There was no way I could express to him in words just how much I enjoy having my body controlled like this; driven to become a lustful animal craving use; I wanted his fingers, his cock, his tongue&hellip; in any orifice I had, as hard as he could, for as long as he could. I wanted to feel his cock impale me. I wanted to feel my pussy stretched open and fucked deep. I wanted to feel every vein of his thick manhood as it penetrated my ass and forced itself into my depths. I wanted to feel his hips slamming against my pelvis; against my ass cheeks; or even against my face as he drove his length into my throat. I simply wanted&hellip; needed&hellip; to feel his cock entering me somehow; some way. He gave me what I wanted.



Once he felt how wet I was, he promptly knelt between my wide spread thighs, grabbing the backs of my knees to push my legs back even higher and wider &#x2013; so far that I felt my hips straining. Looking down between us, he angled his hips to line up his swollen purple cockhead at my pussy&hellip; and then sank his length into me in a single stroke. No gentleness; no softness. One minute I was empty and the next minute his erection was plunging into my heat, banging against my cervix; delivering sweet delicious sexual pleasure to the center of my being.



Releasing my legs for a moment, he grabbed both my hands and put them onto my chest. I knew what he was telling me to do &#x2013; though he was telling me without words. My own fingers began to pinch, twist and pull my nipples, adding to the pleasure that was overflowing in my cunt. With his hands once again forcing my legs apart to the point of causing my hips discomfort, his cock pistoned in and out of me so fast that I lost track of what was the pleasure from his entering me, and what was the friction of his length leaving me. In and out lost meaning. My insides felt like a jack hammer was vibrating them and my pelvis was on fire with a heat that steadily spread from my pussy.



After several more orgasms &#x2013; to be honest I lost count &#x2013; I felt his cock swell and twitch inside me as his cum jetted against my vaginal walls. I loved the hot feeling of his semen spreading into my womb and once again I felt complete. As he came deep inside me, I came around him and together we made the universe cease to exist.



Then his stroking slowed&hellip; and reality returned&hellip; and my breathing began again. He pulled his cock from within me, and I immediately felt his hot cum flowing out of my pussy, across my asshole, to puddle on the sheets beneath me. I felt him move and opened my eyes to see his cum and pussy juice covered cock mere inches from my mouth. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it to. I opened my mouth as far as I could and reveled in the combined smell of our sex as he fed me his juicy stick. I swirled my tongue around it; I sucked it so hard that my cheeks hollowed; I swallowed all that I could get off of, or out of, it and then sucked some more. When it was finally shiny clean, he pulled it away from me.



Leaving me on the bed he took a shower and then ordered me to do the same. We packed our bags and left the log cabin. In his car he ordered me to put a blindfold on and then he made sure I was seatbelted.



The ride took about four hours I suppose. I slept for portions of it. I woke twice to the feeling of his hand on my chest, tweaking a nipple or squeezing a whole breast. Twice I woke to the feeling of his hand moving between my legs, caressing my pussy that was exposed under the skirt I wore. I had on no panties, in compliance with his orders. He let me take the blindfold off when we stopped for dinner, but he made me put it back on again before we got back on the road. I didn't recognize the restaurant we ate in, and I saw no street signs, so I had no way of knowing where we were.



When we arrived at our destination, a hotel I later found out, he left me blindfolded in the car for a few minutes while he checked in. In our room he finally let me take the blindfold off. The hotel room could have been in any hotel in the country, and I assumed we were in the city we'd originally agreed to meet in. Wolf asked if I wanted a shower, and I declined. I still felt fresh and was eager for more sex. I assumed that we were going to spend the evening and night together exploring each other in every way&hellip; little did I know.



He ordered me to change my clothes, laying out a leather outfit for me. It was comprised of the shortest shorts I'd ever seen, and a halter that clasped in the front with a single button. The shorts, when I put them on, separated my pussy lips in the front, and rode so far up my ass that the bottom half of my cheeks were spilling out. My chest barely fit into the leather halter, and the rough material made my nipples very erect. That only added to the friction and increased my pleasure just from the simple act of breathing.



In addition to the black leather shorts outfit, Wolf handed me a pair of four inch spike heeled shoes. I would have called them "Come Fuck Me Pumps" had I been discussing them with a girlfriend. Dressed thus, I was surprised at the last item he gave me to put on. It was a soft leather mask that cover my face and clasped both at the top and the bottom. Although it completely covered my face from chin to forehead, the eye holes were generous; the nose covering was not tight; and the mouth hole was large enough that I could open my mouth wide and not get leather on my lips. Essentially, the mask kept me from being identifiable but that didn't cross my mind right then. When he was satisfied with how I was dressed, Wolf extracted a promise from me: the promise was that no matter what I saw outside the hotel room door, I would do as he instructed. I promised, wondering what I'd see that he thought might distract or bother me. My pussy was wet with anticipation of whatever he had planned. My memories of the night before flooded my mind and I couldn't help wondering, and hoping, if he had something similar in mind. I was soon to find out.



Wolf's version: Peggy looked quite the tramp in her black leather "fuck me" outfit and those pumps. The mask was important and I'm glad she didn't resist me about it. I knew that as soon as we stepped out of the hotel room she was going to get a little worried, but I also knew that she had expressed another fantasy I wanted to fulfill &#x2013; and this was the only way I could think of to make it happen.



Hand in hand we stepped out of the hotel room, onto the exterior balcony walkway. Within two or three steps she saw the hotel sign, looked in both directions and then knew where she was. She froze for a second on the realization that she was in her own hometown. We were not too many miles from her house. I knew she thought we'd gone farther away from her home instead of back toward it, but there was no other way I could think of it get her into this position.



As she began to walk again, very slowly, she asked, "What are we doing here?"



"We have another fantasy of yours to fulfill," I answered her calmly. "And the mask is the only way we could do this without you being recognized. So, no matter what else you take off tonight &#x2013; or what is taken off of you &#x2013; you will not remove, or allow to be removed, the mask. Do you understand?"



"Yes, sir," she replied, and then realizing her anonymity, her pace quickened with confidence.



I led her to one of the hotel's conference rooms. It wasn't overly large but it was about forty feet by forty feet. Along one wall was a table covered with refreshments: both snacks and beverages. A corner bar had been set up and a male bartender was in attendance. As he watched Peggy walk his eyebrows went up and his eyes never left her body as she strutted to the king size bed that was positioned in the center of the room.



Lined up along one wall was a collection of young men. Each of them I had contacted in secret, going to great pains to get them here without them knowing who I was, or who Peggy was. Each of them was a schoolmate of her high school son &#x2013; or actually, had been. They were all eighteen or nineteen years old now and had graduated high school. They were mostly college freshman and nearly all of them played on the junior varsity football team. A couple of them were lacrosse players instead, but all of them were young and fit. There were fourteen in all.



When Peggy saw them there was the briefest hesitation in her stride; a sharp intake of breath. I watched her carefully as she looked at each face from one end of the line to the other. I knew she recognized most of them, and for sure she recognized her nephew. He was one of her son's closest friends. Being cousins in the same town, they'd grown up together and spent lots of time together. The only young man in town that I wanted to have there that I couldn't was her son. It would have given me &#x2013; and her &#x2013; a great amount of perverse pleasure if she'd been forced to be a sex slave to her son as well, but this collection of fourteen men would suffice.



Peggy stood still in the middle of the room, standing at the foot of the bed as I addressed them. "Gentlemen," I said, "Thank you for coming. As you can see, I've delivered what I promised. This incredibly sexy woman is here tonight to serve each of you sexually in any manner you desire. There is no cost. Drinks and other refreshments are free. You may use her in any way you see fit provided you leave no marks on her body that won't be gone by tomorrow afternoon. She WANTS you to force your cocks down her throat. She WANTS to taste your cum. She WANTS to have each and every one of you fuck her and she WANTS that in various positions. You may fuck her pussy OR her ass and she WANTS you to do both." I stopped and looked at my watch. Looking back up at the assembled group, I continued. "You have exactly five hours from this moment to enjoy her in every way you can." With that, I pushed Peggy on the shoulders so that she was sitting on the foot of the bed and I stepped over to the bar to get myself a drink.



The men moved just a little slow at first, no one really being confident enough to step up and be first in front of all their friends. Every one of them knew the others and I think they were self-conscious about having sex of any kind in a public venue. Egos were at stake. Insecurities flowed high. Peggy solved the problem.



Moving back farther on the bed, Peggy pulled her knees up and apart, the black leather crotch of the shorts splitting her pussy lips open and revealing the shine that was spreading at the juncture of her thighs. "Which of you studs is going to be the first to fuck me?" she asked as she reached her hand down to rub her cunt through the shorts.



The tallest man in the group stepped over to the bed, met at the foot by Peggy who immediately reached for his zipper. I was pleased to see that, although she must be nervous about possibly being identified, she was going to enjoy the time and fulfill the fantasy she had communicated to me: that being to fuck a roomful of her teenage son's friends.



Less than thirty seconds later she had a mouthful of hard cock and other men were beginning to crowd around her. Hands caressed her body through the skimpy clothing she had on, and cocks were put in her hands as she continued to suck that first stud.



Five minutes later showed her naked except for the mask and heels, lying on her back with her arms and legs being held; her wrists and ankles were each being secured by strong young hands; and the first guy who had stepped up was climbing between her legs. He sank his cock into her a bit at a time, but then began working her hard against the bed once he had achieved complete penetration. Less than five minutes later he came, but I knew he'd be back quick. Young men have that blessing.



Another five minutes passed and her second fuck of the night was beneath her, enjoying looking up at her tits as she rode his cock. Another man stood in front of her feeding her his cock while she held two more &#x2013; one in either hand &#x2013; stroking them absentmindedly as she enjoyed the pleasure to be had from the erection inside her.



As much as I enjoyed watching her I also made small talk with the bartender. Every time I looked back at the bed it seemed like something had changed. Since young men are exactly that &#x2013; young men &#x2013; Peggy had taken six loads of cum in her cunt within the first half hour. Two more had been splashed on her tits as she stroked them and one guy had let go down here throat. That was nine out of fourteen and I knew that they would all get it up again quickly.



When Peggy was finally "air tight" with a cock in her pussy, another in her ass and another being forced down her throat, I decided to get the camera out. Every man there knew that I'd be taking pictures and each had agreed. I wanted to make sure that I'd have pictures for Peggy to view later so that she could remember having made this particular fantasy come true.



When her nephew finally got his turn on the bed, I saw her slow down. He may not have known who this woman was that was getting ready to fuck him, but she certainly knew who he was. I think it added to her erotic pleasure to take her time with him, and I enjoyed watching her examine his cock up close before sucking him into her hungry mouth. She took additional time to caress and suck his balls before dipping even further to slide her tongue into his ass. Alerted by the moan that escaped him, Peggy looked up to see the exquisite look of pleasure that showed on his face.



Steadily holding and stroking his cock, she straddled him and used his cockhead like a dildo, rubbing it back and forth across her clit, reveling in how close she was to taking that cock. It was something to be proud of: about nine inches long and nicely thick. When she was ready she looked him in the eye and then lined up his swollen knob with her slickly-fucked pussy. I watched as she lowered her body weight, taking him steadily into her body until she'd accepted his entire length.



Once there she sat down completely on him, grinding her hips into his and closing her eyes as she felt her nephew's cockhead stirring deep inside her. With her hands on his chest she began to ride him, concentrating on the feeling of his cock plunging in and out of her, even as his young friends squeezed her tits and one fingered her ass. When he got close to cumming I heard her utter the first words she'd spoken since the fuckfest had begun: "Yes," she hissed between clenched teeth. "Give me your cum&hellip; shoot it into me&hellip; I want to feel how hot it is&hellip; fill me up&hellip; fill up my cunt&hellip;"



I could tell she was getting off on taking her nephew's cum and I wondered how she'd act at the next family reunion. When he came, they both howled and the guy fingering her ass pulled his fingers out like they were on fire. I knew she was cumming as well and that his fingers had been unexpectedly squeezed.



Thanks to the stamina and blessings of young men, the suck and fuck continued throughout the five hours. At the end of that time, each of them had come at least twice, most of them three times, and her nephew she'd treated well: he had cum in her pussy, her ass and down her throat. As I announced that time was closing, I heard her tell him that he easily had the best tasting cum she'd ever swallowed and that she hoped one day he could give her some more.



Ushering all the men over to one side where they could clean up a little with warm wet towels, I told the bartender it was his turn. Peggy looked a little startled at that, but didn't argue. The bartender, a large black man, stepped over to the bed and dropped his pants. His cock was impressive. I'd never seen one so big in person. It was at least ten or eleven inches long and looked to be about as thick as my wrist. I thought Peggy would be intimidated, but instead she looked even more hungry.



Getting on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, she backed up to his cock. Taking his cue, he stepped into her, guided his cockhead to her pussy, split her open and then put both hands on her hips to pull himself in. The look on Peggy's face couldn't be seen, but I could imagine that she not only looked like she was in heaven, but also like she was being split apart. Although I couldn't see her face, I could see her pussy, and it gave me great erotic pleasure to see it being stretched open; opened and used by this large cock. With the exception of porn movies and paid actors, I'd never before seen a pussy so thoroughly stretched and filled.



Once buried, the bartender began to use her for his own pleasure, just sawing back and forth until he emptied his heavy balls into her. Every time he slammed his cock into her, a grunt escaped Peggy. I couldn't tell if they were grunts of pleasure or of pain, but I knew that she took pleasure from being so thoroughly used with no consideration for her comfort. So whether it was pleasure or pain this man's cock was giving her, it was all pleasure in the end. When his orgasm was over, he pushed her off his cock and she collapsed onto the bed, face down&hellip; her pussy looking puffy and raw, ravaged and thoroughly well fucked. He stuffed his sticky cock into his pants and thanked me for the night. I knew he was being sincere. Not only had he been paid well, I had tipped him well and he'd gotten fucked. That's my definition of a pretty good evening.

<hr pg="2" />After everyone was gone I went over to Peggy and took the mask off her face. She looked at me through happy eyes and smiled. We briefly discussed both of the fantasies that I'd helped her make come true, and then we talked once again about numbers. Fourteen young men had cum at least twice each while some of them came three times. Adding in the bartender's load I counted that she had about fifty-five or fifty-six loads of cum shot into her pussy, ass or throat in that five hours.



I got her something to drink and then told her to put the mask back on so we could get back to the hotel room without her being recognized. She did so and then started to get dressed. I stopped her there, taking the shorts and halter from her and forcing her to walk naked back to the room. We passed several people &#x2013; and all of the men thoroughly enjoyed eyeing up her freshly fucked body. The few women we passed eyed her contemptuously&hellip; but with some envy as well. No one called the cops.



Back in our hotel room I once again took her to the shower and spent the better part of an hour cleansing her. I expected no sex of her that night but knew that I'd get some in the morning. To my surprise she still had some energy left and before we went to sleep I got to give her two loads of my own: one deep in her pussy and another shot all over her ass. She asked me to rub that in and then left it as we fell asleep.



I woke the next morning to find her sucking my cock again, while she fingered her own pussy. I came three times that morning &#x2013; once in her mouth; once in her pussy and once in her ass. Another shower was followed by a drive farther away from town where we could have breakfast without risking her being seen. She thanked me for making two of her fantasies come true. I told her it was my pleasure. Then I told her that she would have to think about what other fantasies she had that remained to be fulfilled&hellip; we certainly could meet again. The smile on her face was all the answer I needed. 

