Content Note:
Incest
Whose Cock Is That?
was always a popular game at larger orgies, but a strange choice for a party of four women, two men and one futanari, all who knew each other well. Nevertheless, Charlie and Hayden insisted, and Freya's smile was conspiratorial, and when not three but six anonymous cocks thrust through the wall, all visibly aroused but not fully erect, it proved to be an entertaining game after all.
"It will be easier if we get them all nice and hard," Lucy said.
"But we must take care not to excite them too much," Helen added. "We would not want them to go limp before we have studied them fully."
"No, indeed! And while I am sure you and I could manage this task alone, it would not be fair to deny Mara, who we all know adores sucking on a stranger's cock, and I'm sure Aunty Ana would love a taste too."
Mara rolled her eyes and dropped to her knees in front of the one cock that, by its darker skin colour, was certainly not Charlie's or Hayden's or Freya's, though its girth and length certainly suggested a proud futanari owner. She took the swollen head of the stirring cock into her mouth and moaned with exaggerated pleasure.
"See, Ana," Lucy said. "Helen and I can take care of those four between us, but someone needs to entertain that one." She pointed to the one at the end, separated now from the others by Mara's kneeling devotion. The black cock had grown swiftly rigid as she sucked and licked with vocal and genuine enjoyment.
"We know you prefer girls, Ana," Helen encouraged, laughing at my sudden flush of embarrassment, "but it would be cruel to neglect that cock. It's rather a beautiful one too."
Inasmuch as cocks could be said to be beautiful, Helen had a point. She winked at me as she positioned herself in front of the cock I knew to be Hayden's, kissing it with a lover's sweetness while also reaching out to wrap a hand about another I recognised as Charlie's. That left two large cocks at the left for Lucy, and one at the right for me.
"Don't be shy, Ana," Lucy pleaded, and she nudged me forwards.
My shyness, as such, had two sources. The first was an almost complete lack of experience in the art of sucking cocks. Rosa often delighted in making me suck her dildo, but a real cock was something altogether different. The only cock I had ever been intimate with was Freya's, and my hand had done the work then. The second source of my shyness was not being sure which cock was Freya's. Of the three remaining, one of the two on the left was clearly wrong in shape. But the others?
I knelt before the cock. Perhaps it was Freya's. Perhaps not. I wasn't sure which possibility was worse. Unlike Mara, I got no special thrill from the idea of sex of any kind with a complete stranger - though the smell of the cock certainly stirred the heat that my chastity belt kept forever both stoked and contained. But what if it was Freya's cock? We had been in love once, a love I maintained still, though the love she had once had for me had transformed into contempt.
I was still smarting from her words of condemnation, overheard on the hilltop, together with the revelation that the secret of my chastity belt was open knowledge. No one had mentioned the belt since, and I had been too deeply embarrassed to say anything either. I knew Freya must think me even more absurd than before.
I would gladly have returned to Kell with Rosa, or indeed fled to the Avenue, a million miles away from Ux and Kell and especially my Captain Winter - but Fate had other ideas. "We're going to The Beach," Mara announced the following morning, "and I need you with me. Charlie and the twins will be wavegliding as always, which is no way to enjoy oneself."
I'd never actually been to The Beach. Our father had always despised it as a vulgar playground. It was another island in the chain that was O-Stred, some forty miles wide. An island with a sea in it, edged on the outside by high cliffs and rocky coves; and an island in the middle with sandy beaches and shallow bays.
Hayden was something of an expert on it. "They have thousands of wind turbines around the periphery, and tidal stream devices deep in the water, the same technologies used on planets to extract energy from the wind and tides, here used to make the wind blow and keep the water circulating. Otherwise there would be no sailing - and the water would grow stagnant and the coral reefs would not be possible."
At the heart of the island was a hotel complex and plenty of entertainments. It was always summer, always holiday season, always busy. It was dark when we arrived, and no sooner had we settled into our rooms than the twins demanded we head out to explore the red light district. We had a drink at a bar where the waiters (of all genders) wore only high heels and microskirts, and we watched a troupe of naked pole dancers in synchronised erotic display.
Lucy and Helen played an arcade game whose controls required the girls to be bound in sixty-nine position, mouths in each other's pussies while flying virtual spaceships and shooting at each other. Not only was the tongue the firing control, it was useful for distracting the other player. It was funny watching them shout and swear at each other while also licking and moaning.
Mara and I played a racing game, in funny little cars with spring suspensions along a bumpy track, the catch being the anal dildos we were forced onto. The ridged, conical design meant the faster we went, the worse we bounced around, and the deeper and thicker the dildos' penetration. We were topless too, our breasts bouncing and shaking wildly, much to the satisfaction of the many watchers cheering us on. The dildo was brutal, punishing, but I was determined to beat Mara - and I would have too, if the dildos hadn't started vibrating on the final lap.
"No, stop!" I begged the unfeeling device as it pushed me inexorably towards climax. I tried to ignore the swiftly building tension, tried to focus on the race, but every bump and dip in the track conspired to drive me closer to the precipice. "Fuck!" I screamed as my whole body clenched and gave way to the powerful contractions of orgasmic release. Somehow I kept control of the car, but Mara shot past me with a cackle of evil laughter.
Afterwards, the men insisted we play
Whose Cock Is That?
and I found myself facing a cock that might - or might not - have been Freya's. Mara, kneeling beside me, was making love to a hard, black cock, and beyond her the twins had four hard cocks between them. To not join in would be cruel, no matter the potential embarrassment afterwards.
Although mostly limp, the cock in front of me twitched and stirred like a sleeping serpent, a bead of glistening liquid filling its solitary eye. I kissed the head, licking curiously at the fluid, finding its salty taste to be pleasant. With a mental shrug, I decided to do it. And I knew what to do, more or less. I had watched it done a thousand times. I opened my mouth wide and took it properly into my mouth, licking, sucking, tasting.
The cock responded, swelling to immensity, forcing my jaw wide, filling my mouth with so much precum it escaped my lips and dripped from my chin. I pulled away, startled, and wiped my chin with my hand as I regarded the beast, no longer slumbering but proud and throbbing with hot excitement. I stroked the long shaft with my hands as I returned my mouth to the soft head and sucked gently and kissed, swallowing the copious precum that was evidence of pleasure.
