Brenda Bartlett was on her second booking that evening. She was lying naked on her back, looking up at the ceiling enjoying getting herself royally fucked and, at the same time, dreaming of how her life had taken such an amazing twist. She only knew the man who was between her legs, pounding away at her pussy, as Wayne.
It was at Debbie's, her daughters 21 birthday party, when, Brenda's life took an unusual twist. Debbie had informed Brenda that she was going to have a joint 21st party with, from her schooldays, her friend Wendy. Debbie, had explained, that as Wendy's house was considerably larger than theirs, it made sense to hold the party there. Brenda knew it made sense and had, since the announcement, been looking forward to the joint party for several weeks.
On the day of the party Brenda had doubts that, at 47, she would be, outshone, by the younger girls who would be there. She hadn't attended any such celebration parties for years but she knew that, from past experiences, they were always long, hot evening, especially with so many people present. She wanted to look as attractive as possible so she decided to only wear light weight clothing. With the, keeping herself cool aim, she chose her favourite, strapless, blue dress, with the comfortable, same colour, silk slip. She also decided to wear a suspender belt, rather than tights, with a small but convenient, thong. In addition she picked, the easy to fit, strapless, front clipping bra.
On arrival they were met by Wendy's parents. Brenda had met Monica, Wendy's mother, several times before but, always felt uneasy in her presence. It was difficult to assess why, but Brenda always felt Monica was assessing her.
Brenda was determined to enjoy herself, for her daughter's sake, more than anything else. Debbie had taken it badly when Harry, her father, had left the family home. This party was right for Debbie, as her coming of age was an important moment in her young life. She was now officially becoming an adult, 21, key of the door, and all that.
Brenda wanted to enjoy herself but, most importantly to make Debbie's 21st, the best day of her daughter's life. During the evening Brenda had achieved her aim of speaking to all the guests, as she was trying to be an attentive and, welcoming, mum. Being sociable, involved drinking more than one glass, of the most divinely tasting, red wine. Later in the evening she felt light headed and, just a little wobbly.
The house had six bedrooms and covered a substantial land area. It also had a number of corridors and passageways that Brenda remembered earlier, but now found confusing, even after Monica had previously shown her around the house. Now it was much later in the evening, and the red wine was kicking in, affecting her sense of direction, badly.
The two ground floor toilets were in regular demand, so Brenda had decided to use one of the others on the first floor. Upstairs, turn left, then, turn right, and a toilet should be there, she tried desperately to remember what she had been previously told. Wrong. It also didn't help that the lighting was quite poor. She was about to return to the ground floor and start again when a young couple, with obviously amorous intentions, gave her fresh directions. Right, then left and, ok, there it was. Locking the door behind her, she sat, and enjoyed the most welcomed relief ever, well certainly on that night. Having wiped herself she began the uncertain journey, back to the party.
As she, slightly stumbling, walked along the poorly light corridor her arm was suddenly held, and she was pulled into a darkened room. She had little time to grasp what had happened when strange hands began to roam all over her body. She wanted to protest but, quickly became totally disorientated. As she was being spun round she began to be tickled, then spun round and, tickled again.
Under her arm pits, around her waist, on her knees and thighs, the hands were constantly tickling her, and the attention was driving her mad. The tickling was irritatingly unpleasant, as she had always hated being tickled, but in a strange way it was also alerting, sensual sensations, in parts of her body. As she laughed, from all the probing and tickling, her disorientation gradually became worse, and she became quite giddy with all the spinning.
Suddenly the spinning and, tickling, stopped. She was then held firmly but, being in a confused state she was in no condition to argue, as her dress, and bra were removed. In addition, each of her ankles and wrists had lengths of cord tied to them. She was then carried, and lowered on to a bed where her wrists and ankles were secured to all four corners. Harry had been the only man, in her adult life, to have ever seen her naked, but now she had been stripped naked by, at least, two unknown, people.
As she laid there she began to feel hands, touching, and stroking her body. One set of hands were caressing her breasts and nipples, while the other pair stroked up and down the inner parts of her thighs. Occasionally the hand stroking her thighs would also, gently stroke over her exposed pussy.
The slow, gentle caressing was challenging every part of her body and was causing her to be lifted to a new level of erotic lasciviousness that she had never experienced before. Reluctantly she began to respond to this gentle, touching and caressing by moaning and saying, "What are you doing to me, you must stop, now." As she finished speaking a round object was placed into her mouth and it was held firmly in position by straps secured behind her head.
With this thing in her mouth she found she was unable to speak, and could only make a, muffled sound, if she tried.
As she adjusted to the object in her mouth she became aware, someone was kissing, and licking her neck, her ear lobes and also sucking, her very pronounced, nipples. Her sexual excitement was overflowing when she felt other fingers, carefully being inserted, into her pussy. All this, caressing and stroking seemed to go on forever. Then, for the first time in her life she felt something warm, pressing on to her pussy opening.
