Shoc

As she walked home from the bust stop, she was nearly on fire with excitement. She'd known something was up since that morning. He only ever got that cat-who-ate-the-canary grin when he had something really special planned. She couldn't get it out of him no matter how hard she tried. She grinned to herself as she remembered the taste of him, his throaty groans. She had tried everything. EVERYTHING.

And still said nothing. As she left for work that morning, as he kissed her goodbye, that grin never left his lips. She spent part of her morning wondering what he had in mind, and the rest remembering other evenings that had begun with that smile. Making love on a bed of rose petals, being kidnapped to a bed and breakfast for a whole weekend (where they'd even had breakfast in bed..) God she was wet...

The rest of the day was a total loss. She couldn't concentrate on anything for long. Her mind kept coming back to his lips, his smile, the way he ran his fingers along her cheek and neck. She left early. It was just as well. The busses were packed and she had to let two go bye before she could get on. All the bodies pressing against her just reminded her more of him. The feeling of him atop her, his weight pressing down on her, into her, his skin against hers.

She nearly missed her stop. Strangely, the anticipation got greater the closer she got to home. Even the way her thighs were brushing together was driving her crazy. Images, possibilities, speculation danced in her head amidst images of his delicious body, his skin, his sex.

It took her three tries to get her key into the lock. She laughed at herself. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl! It was dark inside, though her sun-dazzled eyes could almost make out some candles. She thought she could smell something too. Though she couldn't quite identify it, it was somehow. exciting. It almost reminded her of...

Something slapped over her eyes and she was spun around. The door slammed behind her as her wrists were bound together somehow. She whipped her head around, but. blindfolded? What the.? An intense voice hissed in her ear "You will do everything you are told, do you understand?"

His voice. A smile touched her lips. Or would it be more fun if she pretended this was some stranger who had her at his mercy? No. This was going to be a lot of fun. Her smile widened. "Yes." She was spun around again, pushed roughly to her knees and told to open up. Something warm pressed against her lips, and she eagerly parted them to envelop his penis. She lovingly swirled her tongue around the tip, then began to move her head.. She froze. This wasn't his.

His voice spoke again, almost a growl. "Did someone tell you to stop? It was his voice, but above and beside her. Hands pushed her head against the strange cock in her mouth. "He's been waiting a long time. Finish him. She still didn't move. A hand grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it savagely. His voice was quiet and chilling in her ear. "Now."

That got her moving again. She couldn't tell if it was terror or desire she was feeling, but she did what she was told. She did the best she could without her hands, moving her tongue and lips along and around the stranger's penis, taking it deep into her throat. She nearly froze again when she felt more hands on her, pulling at her clothing, cutting it away from her. She could hear the fabric ripping, once feeling the cold steel against her skin. Then abruptly she was naked. The hands on her head never left though, and her efforts were now being rewarded with the delicious moans of a man about to...

Her head was suddenly jerked back, held up by her hair, while a hot sticky jet splattered her breasts. A hand caressed her cheek, then ran down her now slick breasts and belly, and was gone. She had a moment to reflect how completely powerless she felt. And that it was rather exciting.

"On your feet." A tug at her hair punctuated the demand. She stood as quickly as she could. She was still a bit off balance with her arms tied behind her. She was half guided, half shoved deeper into the house. She didn't think it was possible to be that disoriented in her own home, but she had no idea where she was. Something tripped her, and just as she braced to hit the floor without even her arms to break her fall, arms caught her and lowered her on to some kind of narrow padded bench. Where the hell did that come from?

Her wrists were freed briefly so she could lie down on the bench, then they were tied to some hook above her head. His voice barked "Spread your legs!" She moved her legs apart, one on either side of the bench. Something pressed against her cunt. It was already warm and slick, and slid in easily. My god, it was huge! Just as she tensed up, a tongue dragged along her clit. Tension still rippled through her body, but it was of a different sort now. Horror and shock and vulnerability and lust all mingled with the exquisite sensation of being full, the electric pleasure coming from her clit. She couldn't tell if it was him or the other man, but she began not to care.

A pair of lips closed around her nipple, sucking gently. The tip of the tongue circled it, at the same time teasing and purposeful. Every touch, every feeling seemed magnified a hundred-fold. A moan escaped her lips, only to be lost as a mouth covered hers, claiming it in a passionate kiss. How many people were there in her house, seeing her naked and vulnerable? Something about the soft skin on her face, the caressing lips and playful tongue told her it was a woman kissing her. And she loved it. Still another mouth closed over her other nipple, and long soft hair brushed her belly. How many.

Oh god! Whatever was in her cunt was pulled from her, then pushed back in again. Long strong deep strokes filled her, fucked her, drove the exquisite tension higher and drove her further from rational thought. The tongue on her clit pressed harder, moved faster, the kiss deepened, the mouths at her breasts kissing, sucking, licking.

Her arms strained at their bonds, every muscle tensed, her back arched. She could no longer resolve individual sensations, it was all huge waves of pleasure pounding against her, relentlessly, one after another. She bucked up off the bench as the wave crested and she came, screaming into the stranger's kiss.

A slap stung her face. "No one told you you could come!" Even through her surprise, she noticed that all the mouths had left her and she was once again completely exposed. "You ask permission next time or..." the cold voice chilled her much more than the air on her bare sweat and cum slicked skin. "there will be consequences."

The slap had moved the blindfold slightly and she could now see part of the candle-lit room. On every cushion, chair, and spot of floor were her friends. Some she'd been to bed with and some she'd only fantasized about, but they were all there. Some were clothed, some were nude, and some were in stages between. Some were masturbating, some were masturbating each other, and a few were making love, (so that was the smell: the musky smell of clean sweat and sex) but every set of eyes was on her.

She saw her lover standing over her, an enormous dildo in one hand (so it HAD been him!). His skin glistened in the candlelight, and his cock was as hard and erect as she'd ever seen it. She could see it, almost feel it throbbing. But what struck her was his face. The cold inhuman need she saw there.

He saw her looking and his hand flew again. She braced for the slap, but he only adjusted her blindfold. Blind again, she braced herself for whatever was to come next. In the stillness she could hear the deep breathing, the wet sounds of lust. It was quiet, but it was all around her. That, and the images it formed in her head, was far sexier than even the brief glimpse she'd gotten. Then there was the fact that all that lust was directed at her.

Something brushed against her face and down her neck and side. Some kind of feather? Two of them? They flicked along the skin of her belly, along her thighs, down her calves, then across the bottoms of her feet. It tickled, but she didn't make a sound. The butterfly touch of the feathers slid back up her shins and thighs, to tickle the still parted lips of her cunt and whisper across her clit. They fluttered up her sides, along her arms, then back down to her face. She could smell herself on the feathers.

Some sort of oil was poured on her. It was cold at first, but strong hands rubbed it into the skin of her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her calves. It grew warm, and tingled. As those hands moved back up her body, massaging tight muscles as they passed, back up to her chest and shoulders, she caught the sweet spicy smell of the oil. Even that was sexy. Something pressed against the slippery skin of her side (someone's hand?), then another on her thigh. They slid back and forth in small tight arcs. Another on her belly. Those weren't hands.

Cocks? Three men ran their cocks along her oily skin, the slippery friction making them jump slightly as their own pressure built. Soon a hand joined each cock, the tip still rubbing against her, but the hand now stroking its length. Her excitement built with theirs. She badly wanted her hands free, to get herself off, to get them off, she didn't care. She pulled at her bonds but they held fast. At once the cocks left her skin, but the sound of sliding fists, the sweet smell of oil and lust told her that they'd moved up to her face. She lifted her head from the bench to take one then another in her mouth. The oil tasted as sweet as it smelled. As she turned her head to sample the offering on her other side, someone licked the length of her cunt, and she gasped. Though she hadn't completely come down from her last orgasm, this first touch already had her well on the way to the next.

The tongue licked at her with incredible skill and enthusiasm. She passed that enthusiasm along to the men by her head, licking them, sucking them, doing her best to bring them even some part of the pleasure that ripped through her, to make them come as she desperately wanted to. She could hear each man stroking himself as he awaited his turn at her lips. She could feel, hell, she could taste that they were close.

But no closer than she. The tongue at her sex lapped her clit with a steady throbbing rhythm. Two, then three fingers moved within her, first slow, then faster as her muscles began to clutch at them. She could feel the ripples of its beginning, the tightness building... Then she remembered.

Her lips left a cock that seemed ready to burst to ask in a husky voice "May I come?"

The bench was pulled from beneath her and she fell hard onto the thick carpet and pillows below. "No!" rang the fierce reply as three pulsing streams of cum burst onto her lips, chest and thighs. Naked, helpless and sticky, none of that mattered in her need to get off. "Please!" She cried again, "Please let me come!" Her pleas were muffled by a clean-shaven and very wet cunt that lowered to her face. "No. Make her come first."

She complied. Desperately. Eagerly. She pressed her tongue up between the lips, inside them, tasting this cunt (one of her friends... Which one?) as its juices slicked her face. Whoever it was must already have been close, because as soon as her tongue touched reached the clit, she heard a sharp gasp and the cunt began hunching against her face. The moving hips made it hard for her to keep her tongue on its target, and she again wished she had her hands free, if not to caress the sides and breasts and ass of the woman above her, at least to hold her hips steady...

Apparently she was doing well enough because the gasps turned into moans, then rose nearly to screams. Just then, her tongue stilled. She felt something entering her. The weight of a belly settled onto her, hands gripped her sides, a cock sunk deep into her.

His cock.

She didn't know how she knew, but she'd never been more certain of anything in her life. Through all the excitement, she melted anew. A warm glow was added to the hot passion. Oh god. All the woman on her face knew or cared about was that the tongue in her had stilled and she wanted to get off. Hands grabbed her head. "God damn it, MAKE ME COME!"

With lust and frenzy that even surprised herself, she did just that. Her tongue flew into, over, around, along the cunt in her mouth even as she thrust back on the cock filling her own cunt. She felt it first in the thighs pressed against her face, then in the muscles clutching at her tongue. The woman came noisily, passionately, explosively, thoroughly, then after a moment of shaking recovery, moved away.

The blindfold had come away from her face, so she could finally see her lover before her, above her, in her. Sweat glistened on him as he drove into her. His chest heaved, his face strained with effort or pleasure or rapidly disappearing control. He was so beautiful. She met each thrust, bucked up at him, driving him deep into her, grinding her clit against him, faster and faster. The rest of the room, the rest of the world disappeared, meaningless except for his cock in her cunt. She was far beyond the point of no return, her brain a haze of pleasure and primal need. From somewhere in that haze she heard herself gasp "May. I. Come?"

All control gone, he'd barely growled "Yesssssss" before throwing his head back and exploding inside her. Her own orgasm, already begun, peaked and throbbed, surged around him. "Unh uhn OH GOD!" They bucked and came together for what seemed like an eternity before the fell still, sweaty, slick, and exhausted.

He reached gently up and freed her arms, which she then wrapped around him. Even over their heaving breath, the pulse pounding in her ears, she could still hear the sounds of sex all around them. She opened her eyes to see pairings, groupings of every kind, those she loved losing themselves to desire. She closed them again and held her lover atop her. "Thank you"

He chuckled quietly. "No, thank you. Without you this wouldn't have been nearly as much fun."

"Is that so?" She said, playfully pushing him onto his side. Two others came over and snuggled beside them on the thick plush carpet. "I love you" she whispered to him as the four all settled in to a naked, cuddly pile.

The evening, hell, the WEEKEND was still young...