As I sat and watched Kat and Mary I found myself having to consciously remind myself to breathe. I had thought that the eroticism of watching them swap my cum in a passionate kiss could not be surpassed. Then I saw Kat crawl towards Mary and begin eating my mother's pussy and I knew that I was wrong. The girl on her hands and knees radiated sexual heat like white hot metal in a forge. She glowed with a barely suppressed excitement. I could see that Mary was feeling it too, panting, her eyes hooded with lustful anticipation.
Immediately I could tell that she was not to be disappointed. Kat had learned quickly her lessons in the Sapphic arts. She was obviously determined to give pleasure to Mary as if it were her only reason for existing - and the results were immediate. Mary's skin flushed, her hands went back behind her head to grasp the back of the chair in which she sat and her legs spread wider to facilitate the girl's access to her wetness. My cock hardened in a few moments, recovering a full erection more quickly than I could have imagined.
From my own experience I knew that Mary was easy to excite, but I had never seen her react so quickly. Kat's tongue and fingers were stirring her to a fever pitch in record time. Then I saw Kat's tongue slide over Mary's anus in what amounted to a surprise attack. The resulting orgasm startled me perhaps as much as it did Mary. As she screamed out her intense pleasure I couldn't help wondering where Kat had learned that trick. With her lack of experience I could only guess that it was purely and simply an instinct.
As Mary slowly came down from her orgasm and released Kat from the embrace of her thighs I found myself drawn to my feet. I opened my trousers as I approached the two women and knelt behind Kat. The first she knew of my presence was when my cock pressed between her shoulder blades. It was only then that I realised I had no plan of why I had moved, what I was doing there. I turned Kat over and she laid her head in Mary's lap. I looked at the stripes left by various tools of punishment, signs of her submission, and traced them with my fingers. Again it seemed to me that she glowed with an inner fire and I realised that she was proud, perhaps even subconsciously, that she wore my marks. Somehow they suited her, like they were medals, or badges of honour. I watched her eyes follow my hands as they stroked her.
Once she was arranged in front of me I was taken with an idea for testing her. Her cunt glistened between her splayed legs and my hands were drawn to it. Pausing only to roll up my sleeves I began to toy with her. I demanded that she look at me as I delved inside her with several fingers. She sucked them clean eagerly when I offered them to her mouth and gave herself over to the sensations as I returned to her wetness and inserted more fingers.
I wanted to get my whole hand inside Kat, as if to grasp at her very centre. I knew that with someone so young and virginal this would only happen if she relaxed completely, surrendered totally and utterly, wholeheartedly gave herself into my trust. It was a test worthy of this girl, one I knew she would pass before I even began.
Mary helped, teasing her breasts, as I implacably but gently worked my fist into her, whispering meaningless words of encouragement. I could see the mixture of pain and pleasure she was experiencing, flooding from her expressive eyes. But she didn't beg me to stop, she begged me to allow her to orgasm. I forbade her release until I had accomplished my aim. I wanted to her to continue learning that her orgasm was a now a reward for obeying, a gift that was mine alone to give, not something she could have as and when she pleased. She accepted this and before my eyes slid into a deeper 'zone' of submission, relaxing and breathing deeply until my hand passed completely inside her.
To give her the sign that she should take her reward I leant forward and gently bit her straining clitoris. Her cry of pleasure was instantaneous and heart-felt. I felt my wrist being crushed by her pelvic muscles, rippling in orgasmic spasms.
Eventually I withdrew my hand and laughed out loud as I saw the intensity and completeness of her orgasm overwhelm her, leaving her in a boneless languor. Mary gently stroked her hair as Kat came down from a height that I envied her attaining.
I stood up, my legs a little shaky. I pulled up my trousers, not bothering to zip them up, leaving my shirt unbuttoned. Most of my guests were by now naked, or nearly so. Whilst I had been involved with the girl....Miss Soren.........Kat; I had been dimly aware that people had gathered round to watch. Now it seemed that our scene had acted like some sort of carnal earthquake, triggering a tsunami of lust. As I resumed my seat and Mary joined me once more I saw the ripples radiating out around me. Alice was busy again, on her knees, taking it in turns to suck an array of eager cocks that were being thrust at her face. From the noises behind me it seemed that Bailey was still entertaining the guests. I twisted around to look and noticed a few men joining the queue for her services; re-joining in some cases perhaps.
Mary smiled when she saw the direction of my glance. 'I think Bailey has well and truly found her "inner slut"', she commented. I laughed out loud at the thought.
'I'm glad my guests are enjoying the benefits of that discovery.' I told her. 'But I don't think she is naturally submissive, not like.......' I turned my gaze to where Kat still reclined, sated.
She noticed my interest and lowered her eyes. I continued to stare at her, chin resting on my hand, savouring the delightful, heady scent of her excitement upon my skin.
Mary obviously found my thoughts all too easy to read. 'That one certainly is.......amazing.' she said, nodding towards Kat. She smiled at me and ventured. 'Something very special I think.'
I frowned at her for a second, then smiled and showed my agreement, and amazement, with a smile.
I stood up, feeling that I had been neglecting my duties, perhaps ignoring my guests. But before turning to them I took the cushion from seat and passed it to Mary.
'Make...K...Miss Soren..comfortable. Get her a drink as well.' I instructed. 'You are relieved of other duties with our guests, for the time being.'
Mary nodded understanding. Then she gently caught the maid's chin and moved her face to kiss her lips with delicate passion. After which she positioned the cushion for Kat's maximum comfort and gracefully rose to find her a drink.
Looking away I noticed that my cousin, Adam, appeared to have been watching the whole exchange with interest. For a moment we stared at each other, but I found his expression either completely blank, or impossible to read. I wondered to myself why his impassivity instantly seemed to irk me. Why was I bothered what he was thinking? I turned on my heel and stalked off.
I found Barton back at the bar, smiling broadly and looking very pleased with himself. I had him pour me a glass of champagne from newly opened bottle and began to 'circulate', chatting with those of my guests who were not otherwise too engaged in carnal activity.
I noticed with an amazed smile that Wren, having been forced to the back of the queue for Bailey's favours, had decided to take advantage of the reporter. The guy had been strapped down like my sister and forgotten, at least until Wren had taken an interest. Now his trousers were down over his hips and Wren was enthusiastically buggering him. The surprising think was that the reporter seemed to be just as enthusiastic about taking it as Wren was about giving; judging from his groans and yelps. It seemed that he was grateful that he hadn't 'made his excuses and left', in the supposed tradition of the tabloid press.
My route took me gradually to where Bailey remained bound – the centre of most attention. It was hardly surprising people were looking on. She was still strapped to the cross, wearing only her high leather boots legs, bound and splayed wide open. I assumed that every man at the party had fucked her, at least once - and cum in her. In fact it seemed that she had worn them out, as she was currently 'unoccupied'. Her pussy was gaping and dripping a constant stream of sperm – a sight I found very arousing. I felt my cock start to harden, despite having cum several times in the recent past.
