I had been planning this for months. Though not without a lot of effort on my part, I was sure it was going to be a success. It seemed my ear had been bent permanently around the receiver making phone calls to everyone I could find, including those in Sue's little black book. Through the art of finagling and deception but I managed to copy the whole thing at the local print shop. You know good and well that I have a copy stashed away, marked with little asterisks for all the people who sounded REALLY interesting.
For some reason the caterer seemed to be the most trouble. Surely they must come from a different planet. When I specifically mentioned that the party was going to be adult in nature, most of them hung up. I finally found one who would tend to my needs, but only if I promised him a copy of all the pictures taken of our little "get together". Lecherous old fart! Besides I doubted if anybody intended to waste the time taking "stills" when I had at least a dozen people offering to bring and setup their camcorders. With my editing machine and a couple of VCRs some first rate movies could be in the making.
I wanted something really special for that night so I spent better than an hour grilling him about the goodies I wanted on the table. Especially expressed were some of those stubby little carrots in the shape of dildoes, plus varieties of cheese puffs molded in the shape of pussies. Anything else that he thought might go well would be greatly appreciated. He came up with some things that I knew would set the evening off right. When everything was agreed upon, and I finally got off the line, I'll bet the caterer paid a visit to the bathroom to get his jollies off. Good thing too, 'cause that was all the pleasuring he was going to get.
When Bob, Sue's hubby heard the details, being one of those meticulous types, he brought up a program on his computer. Already programmed in, he set up some scale drawings of the dining room, moving little camera icons around as if we were planning an Imax production. Not one pubic hair or dribble of cum would be missed the way he had things planned out. I mentioned that with as many people who promised they'd be there, he had better plan on placing some cameras in different parts of the house also; no telling where the action might take place.
Thinking way ahead of me he had saved one icon aside for a roving recorder. It seems he'd been involved in previous parties and major productions. One little item he had in the garage was a remote controlled portable camera stand. It was even set up for zoom shots on the controls from several hundred feet away. I had to wonder if Bob wasn't getting a few Peeping Tom shots of several of his more illustrious and uninhibited neighbors the way he got so excited explaining things. The implications of such a devise had potential.
We kept Sue in the dark, getting together as usual for a little recreation, having our regular fuck and suckfest whenever the mood struck us. I'm sure as often as I was over, the neighbors must have thought I was a boarder. Our mini-parties allowed me and Bob to add to our collection of restraints and toys without Sue being the wiser. She was as happy as hell to receive all the attention and it seemed there were very few rest periods when Sue didn't have a cock stuck in her, whether down her throat, in her delectable pussy, up her ass or between those luscious tits of hers'. She had to tell her Mom that she had some sort of rash there on her chest because it was always a deep red from all the pecker tracks and cum burns. You only had to walk by Sue, run your hand over her ass and she was bending over, grabbing her ankles, offering whichever hole you desired. I knew I was going to have to do something about that for the party or else Sue would shortly be out of commission with a back ache.
She was perfectly conditioned for the stance we expected her in, her training being complete. It all came automatic; spread her legs, grab her ankles and open mouth, so that we could avail ourselves any time the urge struck. She really got into it in a big way way when she started acting like one of Pavlov's dogs, salivating so much that in a few moments in this position there was a puddle of drool rolling off those cock sucking lips onto the floor. More than once Bob and I couldn't resist the invitation and double-ganged her from each end.
One time we even tied her wrists to her ankles and left her there in the middle of the living room, only coming back for a little head when our cocks wilted. We made sure she was off to one side so that she wasn't blocking the TV set. That was the day of the playoffs for the Bowl Games and we had almost seven hours of nonstop action, both on the screen and in Sue.
Yeah it was going to be some party if I had anything to do with it! * * *
The night of the party it looked like we were having a trenchcoat or raincoat convention, with everyone dressed appropriately for the festivities. No sooner did they get in the door before they removed the covering and announce to the world that since it was a birthday party they came in their birthday suits. With a quick look around, cocks started rising and nipples protruded just seeing all the wonderful people who showed up. Saying that it was almost wall-to-wall assholes and elbows was an understatement. I immediately ushered the new arrivals over to the guestbook for a sign in with pertinent personal information (addresses, phone numbers, specialty talents, etc.) that might come in handy. Since I had only met most of these people conversing on the phone, I couldn't be sure if only the ones i talked to showed up. Party crashers at a little get-together like this were always welcome.
Being handy with tools I had made a special refreshment table for the occasion. I couldn't wait for the reaction of the guests when they first laid eyes on it. Sue was already mounted on it, tied to all four corners of a I-beam shaped table, well padded for her comfort. Both her legs were secured to the bottom wings almost so that she was doing the splits with her ass hanging over the edge. The upper wings were somewhat shorter, coming only a few inches shorter than her elbows. I figured that the wings needed to be shorter so that Sue would have a little movement to jack off anyone who was waiting his turn for a fuck. Thinking clearly of all the possibilities, I had placed a removable pillow with a cut out at the top so that Sue's head could be lowered. No point in leaving out anyone who wanted a little sucking stimulation while enjoying the show. As you can tell, I had put a lot of thought into this project.
By the time the party got in full swing the table was almost blocked completely from view with all the people standing around it. Women were standing bow-legged to get a bit of hand action from Sue to get juiced up before going off to somewhere less crowded to fuck. As you probably know both ends of the table had the biggest crowd. There were too many males to compete with for the women to get their turn at a little tongue action, either giving or receiving.
Already Sue had been fucked so much there was cum flowing out of her pussy and ass in a puddle on the floor. Several times I had to get a mop just for safety's sake. I didn't want to miss any action having to take a guest to the emergency room for treatment because he or she slipped in the mess. That was about as domestic as I got that evening.
I had hired a number of college girls from a sorority house I'd been known to frequent, as hostesses and waitresses to wait on the guests. They really took their job seriously. Several times I had to interrupt them from giving head or doing doggy tricks to refill glasses of those not too occupied with other activities. I made sure to get them to sign the guestbook also. They were such lively entertainment when they should have been tending their duties that several of the young ladies I intended to invite back for a more personal encounter when things were less hectic.
Sue was occupied chugging cum and making her ass hole and pussy available for anyone interested, which was still, to say the least, a sizeable crowd. This put new emphasis on the old birthday spanking. All her orifices were taking a pounding and yet she always jumped right back on her feet for more. Every couple of hours I let her up to relieve herself, get a douche and shower off some of the cum plastered all over her. The cum had caked on so thick that her tits looked like a display of ice cream sundaes heaped with some of that imported white chocolate topping. Her pussy hairs looked like they were permanently parted so matted was she between the legs, showing off the pink petals of her lower lips.
Staggering, when her feet finally hit the floor, I thought it best to accompany her into the bathroom so that she didn't fall down. No telling who would take advantage of her in a comatose state. Sue plopped down on the commode and immediately cum started pouring out of her pussy. She sat there for a good five minutes letting it flow gravitationally until the stream settled down to a slow drip. It was lucky for her, as red as her pussy was that she didn't have to take a piss. I'm sure it would have set a fire that only one of those dockside water cannons would put out.
