Before you read this work, please note that it is adult oriented and very sexually explicit. Also, it is very lengthy and broken into 10 ‘parts’ that should be read in order. Most of them will stand on their own, but certain nuances of the story will be better understood if each part is read in succession.

PART VII (day 10)

The next morning, we were all up early and enjoyed a fine, big breakfast together, with the meal being enhanced by the attire of the women. Cheryl wore only a white T-shirt that was nearly see-through and barely long enough to cover her butt cheeks. At one point, when she had to reach high into a cabinet, the hem of the shirt rode up so far that fully 2/3 of her naked ass was presented to the whole room. Her hefty boobs strained against the thin material making her areolas contrast with it and enhancing her nipples as they jutted out.

Kelly manifested herself in what must have been one of Paul’s long sleeved, button-up shirts. It was pale yellow, kind of big on her, and just about as see-through as the T-shirt that Cheryl wore. The dark circles around her nipples weren’t as easy to make out, but could still be seen. And when she positioned herself just right, so could the triangle of her thick bush. It was evident that she, like Cheryl, wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The shirt was only held together by three buttons at the bottom and gapped open considerably at the top. More than once that morning I got a very clear view of her tits as she bent over. I’m sure that everyone else did too.

Tiffany wasn’t covered any better. She wore a tight, cut off men’s ‘A’ style undershirt that left the bottoms of the glorious globes exposed. The garment was so tight that it highlighted every bump on her firm tits, and was complimented by a bright yellow G-string bikini bottom. Happily, she scampered her little revealed butt around the kitchen helping prepare the meal and showing off her charms to each of us.

By the time we ate she’d made sure that she had hugged, kissed or sat on everyone’s lap at least once. I even observed her sneak a hand inside Kelly’s gaping shirt and, with a giggle of course, grab a quick feel of one of her breasts. Kelly responded by deeply french kissing the younger woman and for a moment I thought they might strip down and get busy right then, but they broke the kiss and separated.

After breakfast we discussed what we were going to do for the day. All of us except for Paul and Kelly, decided on spending the day on the water.

Paul said, “I don’t want to seem rude, but Kelly and I haven’t been able to spend much time alone since we got here.”

The rest of us acknowledged that, and we assured them that we understood, especially since they were the only real couple there. “Yeah, you’re probably going to spend the day humping each other’s brains out,” I joked.

“Nope. Just some quality time together,” he responded.

It seemed reasonable enough, and the group that was heading out began gathering goodies and filling a couple of coolers. When we had the coolers full of beer and snacks, we set out for the lake. The girls didn’t even bother changing clothes before we left. The guys had no need to, since we had all come to breakfast wearing either shorts or swim wear.

I thought about how good Cheryl was going to look in that T-shirt when it got wet, but I never got the chance to find out because we had no more than fired up the engine when she pulled it over her head, proudly displaying her naked body. Tiffany followed suit by shucking the crop top and then wriggling out of her G-string, right in front of me. I quickly noticed that her neatly trimmed bush was now completely gone; She had shaved her pubes bare! The sight reignited my excitement and I had to wonder how many more tricks this chick had up her sleeve.

The women set about dousing each other in suntan lotion and by the time they were finished rubbing it on, I was sporting a woody. This had not gone unnoticed by them and they wasted no time in embarrassing me about it either. Cheryl made a very clich‚ remark about me having a ‘pistol in my pocket …’ and then they both descended on me.

In short order, they had my shorts unbuttoned and wrestled off, leaving me sitting there with my boner sticking up in the air. The other guys had a good laugh over my predicament but each of them was attacked, one by one, in similar fashion by the girls. Within a few minutes we were flying down the lake, all of us wearing nothing but smiles. And the girls made sure that I wasn’t the only one with a hard-on either. If the guy wasn’t hard by the time they had stripped him, they gave him a little help by stroking his meat until he was.

I have to admit that the day didn’t unfold as I had envisioned though. After the rambunctious start that we had gotten I expected a day full of hot sex, but nothing developed. There was a lot of teasing and groping; even some genuine finger fucking action mingled into the day full of swimming, skiing and the like. But we could never get the women to hold still long enough for any of us guys to get our wicks wet.

Looking back, it was kind of funny because our dicks were up and down more than the stock market that day. I don’t think that there was a minute that went by that at least one of us didn’t have a boner. By the time we headed back to the cabin, I’m quite sure that I wasn’t the only guy with a case of ‘blue balls’. I couldn’t understand why the females had put us off because I was relatively sure that they hadn’t had any sex the day before and I figured they would be as horny as we were.

The boat ride back was more of the same with the women continuing to lead us on. Most guys would have thrown in the towel by this time, but given what we all knew about this mother/daughter team, I think we simply kept expecting, at some point, they would give in and let us have our way. But it was not to be, and we pulled up to the dock without having had any real sex at all. After tying up the boat, four disappointed men rummaged around to find their shorts.

As we began to pull them on Cheryl announced, “I’m not sure, but I don’t think you’re going to need to put those on.” Then she went on to apologize about teasing us so much and not delivering, saying, “Paul asked us to make sure you were all horny when we got back,” and then conceded that they too were about to bust. “You have no idea how difficult it was not jumping on one of those hard-ons all day,” she said, with Tiffany adding a disgruntled “Yeah!”

I withdrew the one foot I had slipped into my shorts and tossed them aside. “I think we ought to go see why we were supposed to be horny,” I said, with all in hearty agreement.

“Let’s leave the coolers and get them later,” Mark added.

We clambered out of the boat and proceeded up the path to the cabin at a brisk pace. I speculated that Paul and Kelly must have been planning a big orgy party for the evening, and wasn’t too far off base. But the sight that greeted us when we walked up wasn’t exactly what I had pictured. As we turned the slight corner to ascend the stairs, we were greeted by Kelly’s naked body tied spread-eagle to the posts and railings at the top of the stairs. She was standing in a pair of stiletto heels with her ass toward us. We all just stopped and were understandably curious about what was going on.

Just then Paul made his appearance, nude and holding a riding crop in his hand. “It has come to my attention that Kelly has been a very naughty girl while we’ve been here,” he stated. “She deserves a good sound spanking for her deeds,” he continued before swinging the whip and landing it squarely on Kelly’s right ass cheek.

The smack of it resounded off of the trees and Kelly squirmed against her bonds without a word. Paul landed another blow on the opposite cheek, and again Kelly twisted but couldn’t escape the bindings. I think we were all a bit shocked by what we were witnessing, but despite the shock, my pecker was coming back to life. I had never really gotten into the whole S&M thing, at least no further than tying a partner to the bed a time or two, but my interest was piqued at this point.

Paul moved down the steps and toward our somewhat dumbfounded group. When he reached us, he gathered us around and whispered to us that it had been a fantasy of Kelly’s for a long time to be bound and taken by a group of lovers. He had decided that this would be a great opportunity for her to be able to realize that fantasy.

“Does anyone find this objectionable?” he asked, with each of us agreeing that we didn’t, as long as things didn’t get out of hand. He assured us that his intent was more role play than actual torture and that he would never put his wife in any sort of jeopardy.

Still whispering he said, “With that in mind, I want each of you to help me give her the spanking. You will each come up the stairs and have the choice of using the crop or your hand to give her one smack on each butt cheek,” he continued. “Don’t get carried away, but let her know you mean it,” Paul added before informing us that we would then take her inside and tie her up again, and have some more fun with her. “Just follow my lead,” he concluded before turning and going back up the steps to stand beside his wife. Once he was in position, he repeated the ‘spanking instructions’ loudly, for Kelly’s benefit, so that she was sure to know what was coming.

Tom was first in line and chose to use the crop. He mimicked Paul’s earlier approach, landing a single blow on each of Kelly’s round ass cheeks. Her body stiffened as the crop impacted her hind-end, but she didn’t make a sound. Tom handed the crop back to Paul and moved past the ‘slave’, then turned to watch the rest of us as we assaulted her. Mark was next and he too opted to use the riding crop. He raised his arm and, with a sweeping motion, brought the instrument down on her left cheek first. The loud ‘smack’ echoed past my ears and I heard a slight gasp from Kelly. Mark raised his big hand again and delivered another jolt to the right side of the woman’s butt and then followed Tom onto the landing.

I could see the definite outline of the crop’s head reddening on Kelly’s backside already, and there were still Cheryl, Dave, Tiffany and I yet to have our chance. As Cheryl moved forward to take her turn, I slipped my hands under Tiffany’s arms and around her tiny waist. She pressed back against me, nestling her tight young ass against my groin. She rubbed her butt on me, increasing the stiffness in my growing cock and my hands found her tits as Cheryl delivered her own two pelts to Kelly’s plump butt. We watched as Cheryl handed the crop to Paul, as the men had, and then leaned over to run her tongue up the length of the woman’s butt crack. There was an obvious moan that came from the hostage with this maneuver.

Leaving Kelly, Cheryl turned to Paul and knelt down on the last step, right in front of him. She took his hard cock into her mouth and began sucking him loudly, as if to tease Kelly that much more. It seemed Cheryl might have played this game before. If she hadn’t, she was certainly a quick study and was playing right into the scenario that Paul had planned.

As Dave approached the ‘slave’, he declined the crop, choosing to use his hand instead. He stepped close to her and placed his hand on her pink butt, rubbing it for a brief period. Then he drew back and landed a firm smack on the woman’s left side. She squealed and twisted with the impact, and before she could recover, Dave landed his second blow. Kelly’s body lurched against the ropes and she drew in a sharp gasp of air. Before he left her side, Dave spent another few seconds rubbing in the heat of his punishment.

Tiffany and I shuffled forward and I could tell that she was a little hesitant about what she was about to do. I whispered to her as I pinched hard on her nipples, “It’ll be fine. She’s really enjoying herself.” I then pointed out the fact that Kelly’s pussy was gaping open and her wetness was clearly visible. This seemed to calm the teen a bit and, after I had given her nipples another good twist, she moved toward Paul to retrieve the crop.

Paul was rubbing the head of the whip up and down Cheryl’s back as she continued to noisily suck him off. Tiffany took the instrument and I heard Cheryl saying, “Oh Kelly, this cock is soooo good. Too bad you can’t have any…” in a taunting tone.

This was followed by Paul’s voice, taunting his wife, “That’s right baby, you can’t have it. Maybe when we’re done spanking you we’ll just leave you tied up out here, and we’ll go inside and fuck ourselves silly.” Given what I knew about her so far, I’m sure those remarks were more torturous to her than the physical punishment she was receiving.

As Tiffany tentatively moved toward Kelly, I stuck close to her for moral support. The youngster was quick about delivering her two stripes and then breathed a little sigh of relief. The strokes barley made a sound as they landed but they broke the ice for Tiffany. She turned to me and planted a big kiss on me, then said, “Wow, that was fun!”

Paul spoke up, knowing that the swats the girl had delivered were more like soft pats, “Go ahead. Do it again.”

“Really?” she squeaked.

“Yeah. Give her a couple of good ones,” he stated over the slurping sounds of Cheryl’s sucking.

I saw a dominant gleam in the blonde’s eyes before she turned away from me to repeat her turn. I kept my hands on her hips as she drew back, then brought the whip down on Kelly’s ass with much more force this time. The leather made a loud ‘smack’ as it landed and brought a cry from the captive. Her body arched forward and she let out a loud “Owww…unngghhh.”

Tiffany gave her a moment to regain her stance and then, seemingly with glee, brought the crop whistling down on the woman’s opposite cheek. “Ahhhrrggg!” Kelly cried out as the leather bit into her flesh, twisting and lunging in an effort to escape the obvious pain. Her backside was indeed quite red now and she was visibly trembling, I think from a mixture of the burn and the excitement.

Tiffany turned and looked at me with smouldering eyes. She handed me the riding crop and then joined her mother, kneeling at Paul’s feet. Cheryl shifted to make room and the two of them began sharing his cock. Tiffany bobbed her head a few times up and down his shaft, then pulled off exclaiming, “Oh, Mom, you’re right. His cock is good!”

“That’s right, Baby, it is,” Cheryl replied in a husky voice. “Go on, suck him good sweetheart,” she urged. They were playing Kelly for all they could, and it was having its effects.

Kelly whined and called out, “Let me loose so I can have some too!”

“Hush up!” Paul scolded, “You’re not finished with your spanking yet,” he said, motioning me toward her with his head.

I handed the crop to Paul and moved close to Kelly’s suspended form, running my left hand down her back and over her warm, red bottom. She flinched slightly at my touch and a soft purr escaped her throat. Taking another step closer, I pressed my hard penis against her hip as I reached up with my right hand to find her stiff nipples. I mauled her breasts and pulled her nipples for a few moments as I continued to rub and squeeze her sweet ass. My pre-cum was smearing out onto her body as my pecker dug into her, and she kept whimpering little “Umm”s and “Ahhh”s as I toyed with her.

“Hard or soft?” I asked her quietly, my lips only inches from her ear.

“Mmmmm….Hard,” came her dreamy reply.

I let my right hand slide lower and lower on her body and then slipped it between her thighs and into her crotch. Her hairy cunt was splayed open and thoroughly wet from her excitement. I drove two fingers deep into her and whispered, “Are you sure?”

“Uh …Uh ..UhHuh,” she stammered as I thrust my digits in and out of her.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I withdrew my fingers from her quim. Drawing my left hand quickly back, I brought it down sharply and with a good deal of force on her right cheek with a loud slap. She shrieked, “Ahhhh…oowwww!” Her body once more arching forward and tensing against the sting.

I could hear Paul grunting exhortations to the pair servicing him. “That’s right, make me cum,” he muttered. “Make me blow my load all over you so she can see it,” he charged them. I took the hint and instructed Kelly to turn her head and watch the show. She did as she was told and started licking her lips as if she were starving for his cock.

“One smack to go,” I told her, still whispering close to her ear. “Hard or soft?” I queried, again giving her the choice in her punishment.

I was taken a bit by surprise when she meekly choked out her answer; “Hu-harder.”

I decided that if harder was what she wanted, harder would be what she got. Much like that day in the woods with Tiffany, it wasn’t that I wanted to hurt her, I just wanted to fulfill her wishes.

Knowing from the groaning that Paul was on the verge, I reminded Kelly to “Keep watching” while I repositioned myself so that I too could see the trio. The mother/daughter team were doing a number on Paul’s spit-covered dick and, quite frankly, I don’t know how he held off as long as he did. My hands went back to Kelly’s hot butt and I squeezed her cheeks in my fingers a couple of times and then removed my hands.

I was waiting for the opportune moment and didn’t want her to know when that was. I watched Paul’s face screw up in a tight grimace and I knew he was going to shoot. He confirmed that by announcing, “Here it comes!”

As the first jet of Paul’s spunk flew out of his dick I raised my hand and brought it down with a severe impact on Kelly’s left buttock. The force stung my hand and seemed to rattle her whole body. She screamed out, “OH GOD!” and then trailed off into a low “Mmmmmm”, biting her lower lip. Her hips began to gyrate and she breathlessly hissed, “Ohhh yesss.”

I put my hand back on her wiggling butt and it was on fire from my last swat. I believe that if I had reached in and given her clit a tweak, she would have cum. But I didn’t think that was what Paul had in mind so I just let her stew in her lust.

When I looked back over at the other girls, their faces were streaked with distinctive lines and splotches of Paul’s semen, Cheryl sucking the surplus from his pecker. Tiffany was lightly kissing his abdomen, just below and to the right of his belly button. Her hand was buried between her own legs and I assumed that she was fingering herself, which she was. She got to her feet, hand still in her crotch, and awkwardly moved to stand in front of Kelly.

The blonde pulled her hand away from her newly bald cunt and proudly displayed how wet her finger was from her own juices. She then took that finger and swiped a big wad of Paul’s cum from her own face and held it out in front of Kelly’s. “Open up,” the teen demanded with Kelly readily complying. Tiffany fed her finger into the open mouth and Kelly sucked it clean with a moan of content.

Cheryl got to her feet and came to stand beside her daughter. The pair took turns wiping Paul’s load from each other and feeding it to our ‘hostage’. When they were satisfactorily cleaned, they descended on Kelly’s tits, lightly biting and sucking the hard buds of her nipples. This got her going again, her hips working back and forth and arms struggling to pull free of the ropes. Tom and Mark must have decided that they had ‘watched’ all that they were going to, and walked up behind the assailing women.

Mark put his big hands around Cheryl’s waist and proceeded to prod her backside with his big fuck rod. Understanding his advance, Cheryl reached back and aided him with his entry, her eyes widening as he pushed into her pussy. Tom did basically the same to Tiffany and the two men began sawing in and out of the women.

This continued for a few minutes until Paul interrupted them saying, “I know you boys are enjoying yourselves, but I think you need to save some for our pet here,” motioning toward Kelly. Almost gloomily, the men uncoupled from their partners and backed away, followed by Cheryl and Tiffany as they ceased their torment of the ‘slave’s’ boobs. I followed suit and joined them on the landing.

We watched as Paul untied Kelly and then fastened a leather collar around her neck. He snapped on a leash and led her into the cabin, her hands rubbing her reddened ass as she passed us. Once inside, he led her to the big game room, which he had rearranged to suit his needs for the evening. Most of the movable furnishings had been removed or pushed back and out of the way. In the middle of the open space was a short coffee table that had four large posts supporting the top from the base.

He led Kelly to the table and had her straddle it, then sit down. He made quick work of securing each of her ankles to the post nearest them, and then made her lean froward until her tits were mashed into the table’s surface. Pulling first her right and then her left arm downward, he tied each one of them to the front posts as he’d done with her ankles, and then disconnected the leash from her collar.

Within a couple of minutes Kelly was once more totally immobilized and ready for us to do with as we wished. The table was wide enough that it forced her legs to spread open thoroughly, revealing her pussy and asshole as her hips protruded past the end. She was affixed in somewhat of an awkward doggie style pose, leaving plenty of access to her nether regions. At the other end, the table stopped almost even with her shoulders, leaving her head hanging off without support.

We all just stood there admiring her body and musing at her predicament for a couple of minutes, then Paul broke the silence. “Well folks, are you just going to stand there?” he questioned. We muttered various responses, assuring him that we weren’t. “Okay then,” he said. “But from what I understand, Mark is the only guy here that hasn’t fucked her yet,” he continued. “I think we should let him have her first.”

Mark’s eyes lit up as we all agreed that it would be a good idea, although I figured when he was done with her she would be so stretched out that the rest of us would feel like we were screwing thin air. Nevertheless, we made room for him as he got to his knees behind the bound woman. His big black snake had wilted somewhat and he began stroking it back to life. Cheryl quickly dropped to the floor saying, “Let me help you with that,” and took the plumb sized head into her mouth.

While Cheryl worked on Mark, Tiffany said, “I’ll get her ready,” as if Kelly really needed any help. She was already wide open and sopping wet. But the blonde went to all fours and set about licking up and down the hairy slit before her.

In about three or four minutes all of the cocks in the room were hard again, including Mark’s, and Kelly was moaning from the tongue work of Tiffany. The teen looked around at Mark, her face glistening from having it buried in Kelly’s steamy box, and said, “I think it’s time.”

And indeed it seemed like it was. Mark’s rod was steel hard once more and Kelly was wriggling against her bonds. I’m sure it was strictly for our benefit, but Kelly cried out, “No, No…don’t put that big dick in me….I don’t think I can take it!” If our dicks hadn’t been hard already that would have done the trick. And, of course, Mark was having none of her whining. Even if she had been genuinely protesting, I don’t think he would have cared at that point.

He knee-walked himself into position behind the table and hefted his massive dong up toward Kelly’s cunt. Cheryl and Tiffany scampered to his aid and, with one of them on each side of the table, they began pulling the woman’s already spread cheeks even further apart. Mark pushed forward and the head of his ebony monster squeezed into her waiting hole. He continued to push, and as he entered her further she again wailed out, “Oh my God….Stop…It’s too big!”

But Mark kept pushing until he was lodged about 2/3 of the way in her, and then stopped. He pulled his schlong back about three inches, then pressed forward again, not stopping until his whole length was encased in her pussy. The entire time Kelly continued spouting protests to his invasion which were finally answered by Cheryl smacking her round butt and saying, “Shut up….you know you love it!”

Mark started slowly pulling out about half of his meat and then sliding it back, gradually picking up the speed of his strokes. We watched his pussy wrecker appear and disappear, over and over, and soon he was really having at the poor wench. She kept up her protests calling out, “No..No..Stop….I-I ccan’t take it…Stop.” Mark just ignored her and kept hammering into her. Before long though, her cries switched to lusty shouts of, “Oh God…Don’t stop…Don’t stop!”

But Cheryl was intent on keeping Kelly quiet and said, “I know how to shut her up,” in a whimsical tone. She then moved to the front end of the table and tossed a large throw pillow at an angle against the base. She proceeded to place her ass on the pillow, elevating her pussy right into Kelly’s face. “Eat me slave!” she commanded as she raised her feet over the victims shoulders, letting them come to rest on her back.

Kelly obediently started lapping away at Cheryl as Mark pounded in and out of her. But it was only a few more minutes before he called out, “I hope you guys don’t mind sloppy seconds,” indicating that he was nearing release and had no intention of pulling out. Kelly was moaning and groaning into Cheryl’s muff as his body lunged forward one last time and then froze with his big cock shoved to the hilt in Kelly’s box. “Ahhhhhh!” he loudly sighed as he unloosed his load into the woman and then began a series of quick mini-jabs into her. Moments later, with his balls now emptied, he pulled his pecker out of her and unceremoniously announced, “Next!”

Dave scrambled to Kelly’s upturned butt and slipped his cock into the yawning opening of her vagina. She was too busy servicing Cheryl to protest, and I don’t really think she would have anyway. As he began to thrust in and out of her, Tiffany moved over in front of Tom and took his turgid pole into her sweet little mouth. And while Dave continued fucking the helpless Kelly, Tiffany moved from man to man, blowing each of us, except for Mark, who was slumping in one of the overstuffed chairs catching his breath.

Just as she went down on my pole, I heard Dave grunting breathlessly and knew he was near his climax. I looked over at him as he groaned, “I’m…gonna…cum!” Each word accented by a drive into the woman’s pussy. And then he, like Mark, arched forward and froze, depositing his seed in Kelly’s depths.

When Dave withdrew his shrinking dick, a fair amount of spunk came stringing out of Kelly’s hole with it, and trailed down her bush. Tom stepped forward to take Dave’s place and jammed his entire length into Kelly on the first stroke. He didn’t waste time building up his momentum and seemed to go right into overdrive. He was slamming into her at a furious pace and I knew that it would soon be my turn to take the woman.

My attention returned to Tiffany as she began suckling my balls, taking one and then the other into her warm, soft mouth. I’m no stud, but I’ve had more than my share of women, yet I had never had anyone do that before. The sensation was fantastic but my concentration was broken by Cheryl, very vocally getting off on Kelly’s mouth. “Ah-Ah-Ohhhhhh,” she cried out, hunching her pelvis against Kelly’s face and pulling harshly on her own big breasts. Cheryl’s stomach was still twitching from her powerful orgasm as she extricated herself from below Kelly’s face, sliding back to prop herself against the wall.

Her mouth free again, Kelly started howling with pleasure once more. Her cries were mostly just a long series of “Ahh…Ahhhh…Ahhh” sounds, produced each time Dave hit bottom, mixed with unintelligible grunts and moans. Then suddenly she tensed visibly, her bound body contracting on the table as she screamed out in climactic pleasure. “Oh…Oh…Ohhhh my GAWWWDDD!” she cried as the orgasm washed over her. Tom was still pounding her, his balls slapping against her sensitive clit, causing her to writhe and wrestle with her bonds. “Oh God…Oh-Oh God..Ohh…Ohhh…Ooooo…” she groaned until Tom strained forward and added his contribution to the semen stew that was already deep within her.

Tom slumped forward, out of breath, and lay there panting until his prick slipped free of Kelly’s well used cunt. When he moved away, you could see the cum literally streaming out of her gaping hole. It was running down into her bush, which was matted and wet from the men’s ejaculate and her own juices.

Tiffany released my left nut from the warm confines of her mouth and stood up, saying to me in a soft voice, “Your turn lover.” I moved into position and slowly slid my cock into Kelly’s gooey pussy. She was considerably, and understandably, looser than when I had screwed her before. I could feel the lake of sperm still inside of her envelope my dick as I started slowly pumping her.

I made several long, slow strokes in and out of her and then had an idea. I looked over at Paul and silently pointed at Kelly’s asshole, giving him a questioning look. He knew what I had in mind and nodded with a big smile. As I pulled out to reposition myself for an anal entry, he moved into the place that Cheryl had vacated. I landed the head of my slimy pecker on Kelly’s anus and started pushing into her backdoor.

“Unngghhhh….” she moaned as I entered her, her body flinching at my advance. I paused briefly when I had the head firmly lodged in her tight anal opening, allowing her to adjust. Then I shoved my cum-covered dick halfway home causing her to gasp loudly, and then cry out, “Ahhhh!!” When her mouth opened, Paul took advantage and pushed his tool into it, changing her orations to muffled “Uhhhh…Mmmmm” sounds.

I withdrew until just the head remained in her and immediately pushed back in, again to about halfway. I repeated this process a couple more times and then on the next cycle, I plunged my whole cock into her rectum. She let out a long, muffled, “Uhhmmmmm” around Paul’s penis and then I felt her relax. This was my cue to start fucking her ass in earnest and I didn’t miss it.

As I began to get into a rhythm, Tiffany slipped her tiny body between my legs and reached up to toy with Kelly’s exposed and swollen clitoris. Of course this set the nearly incoherent Kelly into another round of cock stifled moans and groans, which I’m sure Paul was thoroughly enjoying.

At one point, Tiffany slipped a couple of fingers into Kelly’s pussy and pressed them against the thin wall separating her vagina and anus. As I plowed in and out of her I could feel the teenager working them on my shaft. The feeling was incredible and I knew that if she kept it up, I would be dumping my load sooner than I had planned. The wily teen must’ve known my thoughts because she only toyed with me for a few moments before she relented. But Kelly wasn’t so lucky.

I looked down to see Tiffany pull her two fingers out of the woman, then she closed all of her fingers together, forming a cone shape with her hand, and pushed back into her. Kelly thrashed about as best she could and gurgled her protest, but to no avail. The more the little blonde pushed, the more noise Kelly made. The vibrations created deep in her throat were working on Paul and he closed his eyes, leaned back, and with a low “Ummm…Yeahh…,” emptied himself into his wife’s mouth.

She gagged and sputtered, not really being able to swallow very well in the position she was in, allowing his cum to run down his shaft and pool around the base of his dick. When his pecker slipped out of her mouth she voiced her vexation saying, “No…I can’t…your hand won’t fit…” Only this time I sensed a real concern in her words.

Tiffany retorted, “Just relax…You’re going to love this,” and pushed harder, until all but the base of her hand was still visible.

“Oh my God….Stop….Please,” Kelly begged, but Tiffany didn’t.

The men’s slippery juice was squeezing out and running along the youngster’s hand, so she smeared it all around, using it as a lube to aid her invasion. Against Kelly’s pleas, and to my astonishment, Tiffany’s whole hand suddenly popped into the submissive’s cunt, bringing another loud “Oh my God!..Oh-Oh…Uhhh,” from Kelly.

I could feel the pressure of the teen’s hand inside Kelly’s vagina and it was more than I could take. I buried my cock in Kelly’s asshole and spurted my cum in long jets, deep within her bowels. When I finished shooting, I remained lodged in her anus for a few moments and then, panting with satisfaction, withdrew. Her anal muscles clenched down on me as I extracted my cock from her, causing my body to involuntarily shudder as the last of my cum was milked from me.

Stepping back, I watched as Tiffany worked her fist within Kelly’s vagina. Kelly was grinding her hips as much as the confining ropes would allow and moaning uncontrollably. As the teen pumped her, Kelly’s demeanor changed from fear and protest to pure, lustful pleasure. Her vocalness escalated with her puffing out, “I-I’ve never…been…so full.”

And as she squirmed under the pummeling, Tiffany brought her other hand back up to tease the distended clit of her partner, making the woman squeal with delight. The girl worked the love button for a few minutes and soon we could all sense that Kelly was again on the verge of cumming. Tiffany’s timing was perfect when she said, “Get ready for something like you’ve never felt before,” directing her statement at Kelly.

Then without any other warning, while she continued to strum the woman’s clit, the girl quickly pulled her balled up fist out of Kelly’s cunt with a loud sucking sound. “Ahwwww.. Ohhh-Oh..Unngghhh,” Kelly screamed out as she climaxed again. She bucked wildly as Tiffany toyed and rubbed her clit throughout her orgasm, intensifying the waves of pleasure. There came a point when the woman’s convulsions were shaking and lifting the whole table that she was bound to, while she pleadingly screamed for the girl to stop.

Finally giving in, the youth scooted away from Kelly’s back end and reclined against the couch, next to where I was still standing. She leaned her head on my leg, admiring the still spasming body of her prey. Kelly was sweating and panting heavily, but after a few moments hoarsely choked out, “God…..that was…..amazing.”

I reached down to run my fingers through the teen’s blonde locks and she responded by raising a hand up, between my legs, to find my sticky cock. Looking up at me, she remarked, “You’re almost as messy as me,” holding up her other hand, still covered in the spunk from within Kelly.

“Yeah, but neither of us is as much of a mess as Kelly,” I replied, not only referring to her soggy bush, but also her state in general. We had used her pretty well and I didn’t expect that she would be up for much more.

And that certainly seemed to be the case, because a few minutes later Paul untied our victim and she tried to get up, but she was barely able to stand on her own. She was simply too exhausted and her legs were too wobbly to hold her. Someone tossed a towel on the floor and Kelly, aided by Paul, rolled off the table and onto the floor. With her ass on the towel, she laid back with her legs spread, lewdly displaying her stretched pussy and the remaining jism still oozing from it.

Another towel came flying at me and I narrowly trapped it against my chest before it fell to the floor. Then a damp washcloth landed on Tiffany’s chest. She retrieved the cloth and raised it to my groin, wiping the drying goo from me. When she was done, I dried myself with the towel while she worked to cleanse her hand and wrist. I dropped the towel in her lap, and just as I did, I realized that she was the only one in the room that hadn’t gotten off yet.

As she finished drying herself and handed the linens to Mark, I lowered myself to sit down next to her. She had leaned to her right in order to reach Mark and when she returned to her original position I immediately reached across and started toying with her young breasts. She responded by laying her head back on the sofa and, reaching up, she pulled my head downward to begin french kissing me.

Mark noticed our activities and moved out of his chair, coming to rest sitting next to Tiffany, on her right side. He slid his big black hand between the girl’s thighs, which she readily parted, and he started rubbing her hairless twat. Reciprocating his advance, Tiffany reached into Mark’s groin to find his massive tool and proceeded to start tugging on it. We teased each other for the next several minutes, Tiffany’s need to be fucked growing as rapidly as Mark’s boner.

Finally she came right out and asked for it, saying, “Will one of you guys please fuck me?” in a ‘what are you waiting for’ manner.

Mark was quick to reply, “You bet sweetheart,” which was okay with me because I hadn’t quite recovered from doing Kelly’s butt.

Tiffany quickly twisted her body around, getting to her knees and bending over the couch that we were leaning against, offering herself to Mark in a doggie position. He moved behind her, on his hands and knees, but instead of his big meat, he pushed his face into the upturned crotch of the girl. He ate her out for a bit and then pulled away to prepare for his entry. While Mark raised up and started rubbing his cock head up and down her freshly saliva coated slit, I decided that I needed my dick sucked. I climbed onto the couch and worked my way around Tiffany so that my limp noodle was just below her head. She knew what I wanted and wasted no time getting on with it. Her head lowered into my lap and then I felt the softness of her lips as she took me in her mouth.

I could feel her small frame move forward under Marks weight as he pushed his member into her from behind. I felt a soft purr from her throat as he advanced deeper and deeper. Her pace on me quickened somewhat when he began to slide in and out of her sweet little box. I couldn’t see from my angle, but judging by the distance his body was moving, Mark had most of his length stuffed into the girl.

It was at that moment that I recalled her comments to Kelly as she rammed her fist into the woman, and I wondered if she had been speaking from experience or just playing the part. I made a mental note that I’d have to find out sometime and then tried to dismiss the thought. But it wouldn’t leave my mind and I kept seeing these mental images of Cheryl, who was considerably larger than her daughter, with her hand shoved up the young woman’s cunt. I’m not sure if it were those images or Tiffany’s skill, but I was rock hard again and my libido completely restored.

By this time Mark was slamming into her pretty good, rocking her body into mine. He was hammering her so hard that she could have just left her mouth open and it would have been forced up and down my shaft by his thrusts. But Tiffany wasn’t that lazy and she was giving me and excellent blow-job, using her tongue and lips in concert on my manhood.

As I enjoyed her efforts I glanced around the room to see what everyone else was doing and found Tom and Dave now tag teaming Cheryl. She was on her knees between them, alternating sucking their boners as they stood on either side of her. Paul was not in the room and Kelly was still laying on the towel as she had been before, her slimy cooze still wide open for everyone to see.

Just then Paul returned, flaccid penis flopping in front of him. He strode right up to Cheryl and said, “Hey, I want some too.” Cheryl obliged and took his soft pecker into her mouth.

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