Oh dear! Having heard Marty's statement as he called up the stairs: "I hope you haven't started without us!" I suddenly felt guilty. Should we have started without them? Why not? At least I'd sampled the delights young Callum had to offer before the others arrived. Then I realised as I heard several footsteps hurrying upstairs that, here I was, laying stark naked on my back on the bed, my vagina, breasts and face covered in two massive loads of semen and my adopted son, his friend and a woman I'd never met before were about to burst into our bedroom. To say nothing of my husband, also stark naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, and a shy young man they were about to be introduced to for the first time sitting in one of our lloyd loom armchairs, cupping his genitals in his hands.
A brief knock on the door and before I could say "come in" it flew open admitting Marty with Freddie and his lady close behind. His mouth opened wide as he took in the scene in front of him.
"Fuck me! You HAVE started before us...and finished by the look of things, you dirty bastards!" Then he grinned.
"Hello, Laura, Don" said Freddie. "I see you have a new recruit as well." He stepped forward and held out his hand to shake Callum's. Callum offered his right hand, being careful to keep his left hand covering his tackle. Instead of shaking hands, having noticed where it had been, he decided to give Callum's arm a friendly pat instead. "Hi, mate. I'm Freddie."
"Hello. Callum." responded Callum.
Marty introduced himself to Callum, then turned to Marty's lady friend. "Mum, Dad - I'd like you to meet the fabulous Paula. We've only just known each other for an hour and I'm already madly in love with her."
"Piss off!" laughed Paula as she put down on the floor a capacious tote bag she had been carrying.
"Hello, you gorgeous young men and slightly older but equally gorgeous man." The latter compliment obviously aimed at Don who nodded and raised his hand as a greeting.
Paula was certainly a force of nature and looked good for a woman in her forties. She had short cropped auburn hair (no wonder Freddie was attracted to her!) and without wishing to sound bitchy, was dressed somewhat sluttishly: a short red leather skirt, fishnet stockings with suspenders, knee-high black leather boots and covering her ample bosoms a crimson bra displayed beneath a see-through top.
She hurried over to me. "Oh my god! Look at the state of you, you dirty cow!" She scooped a sample of semen from my navel with her fingers and sucked them, smacking her lips. "Heaven! Did all this lot come from just you two men?"
"Above my waist: Callum - below it: my husband." I responded.
"I must clean you up, my dear. So you're ready for seconds."
To my astonishment, she climbed on to the bed next to me and started licking my breasts, then between them, gulping down the viscous white stuff.
"Fuckin' hell, Paula!" exclaimed Freddie. "You haven't wasted any time!"
I turned my head toward him and he was already squeezing the growing bulge in his levis. I noticed Marty was getting horny as well.
"Awesome!" he said.
I have to admit this, my first time in close intimate contact with another woman, was getting me aroused, particularly as Paula sucked one of my nipples. When she switched to the other one, both had become erect. I suddenly realised that I was clasping the back of her head as if to guide it downwards. But she didn't really need encouragement. Her tongue was now lapping my navel which had become a mini lagoon of jizz.
"Double awesome!" bellowed Freddie. Both lads had swiftly undressed and, now naked, were frantically masturbating their roaring hardons.
Suddenly, Don crawled on to the bed the other side of me to Paula and joined in the licking of my torso. Paula's tongue beat my husband to my labia. As Paula lapped at my clit I was overcome by the fastest orgasm I'd ever had. Now two mouths were sucking and slurping the outpouring of my juices. In a daze, I looked down the bed and saw Callum wanking his cock like a demon.
Suddenly, Paula knelt upright and surveyed the scene of furious self abuse. "Uh,oh! No cumming yet!" she commanded. Like obedient slaves, the four men released four stiff pricks from their grasp and awaited further instructions. Well, that's how it seemed to me.
Paula climbed off the bed and walked over to her tote bag she'd left on the floor. Delving inside, she pulled out two lengths of cord.
"Who fancies a little bit of bondage?" she asked.
"Oh, yes!" said Marty, making a grab for the cords. Paula swiftly whipped them behind her back.
"Not us!" she retorted. "You!"
"Eh?" muttered Freddie.
I looked across at Callum who looked slightly alarmed. Paula noticed it too.
"Not you, darling," she reassured him. "I'm saving you for later." She turned back to Freddie and Marty and ordered them to put their hands together behind their backs. I helped Paula to tie their wrists together, then the rope pulled so they were dragged together back to back. We met little resistance as, judging from the twitching of their still ramrod pricks, they were obviously excited with the prospect of what was to come.
"And no groping each other's bum," said Paula, delving inside her tote bag again. This time she pulled out two large feathers. They were big enough to have once belonged to an ostrich, though I assumed they were synthetic.
Paula continued: "I hope you boys are ticklish" as she swished her feather round Marty's face and neck, making him splutter. "Do as I do with your victim, Laura," she instructed. I copied what she had just done with her feather. Freddie closed his eyes and screwed up his nose as my feather tickled his face and neck. Following Paula's movements I swept my feather across my red-haired hunk's chest and swirled it round his nipples.
"Jeezus!" he cried. "Aaaagh! No don't!" I'd obviously found his tickle-zones. And, from Marty's writhing reactions, I could see Paula had found his.
Then Paula turned to face Callum and Don who had moved closer to the action and were stroking their rampant dicks. Paula swished her feather to Callum's balls and tickled them. Callum let out a girlish giggle. The same happened when I duplicated the action on Don, though his giggle was a little more masculine.
Again Paula commanded: "Hands off cocks! You have an unfair advantage over these poor souls. Your turn will come." She continued her ministrations on Marty, tickling her feather under and round his balls causing his throbber to twitch. Again, Don's prick did the same when I tickled under and round his balls with my feather.
Paula chuckled. "I love doing this bit. See how their lovely cocks dance." Then without warning she took my feather from me and put both feathers back in her tote bag. A bit more rummaging and out came a couple of flesh-jacks. Don and I had discussed before the possibility of buying one of these devices as Don had never used one and had a desire for me to pleasure him with such an item. This was going to be interesting.
