[This is primarily an exhibitionist tale, but has a river of incest in it and a few fetishes like food play, spanking+. It's an entry in the
HOLIDAY 2024 contest
. Be kind. :) ]
Secret Santa
"You expecting an early snow and white Christmas? What's with the long coat, Bill?" His mouth puckered as if holding back a secret.
"You can say that. I'm going to check out a semi private club. Depending on what I find, I'll invite you and your
lovely,
sexy wife to the next meeting." He refused to say any more. When I saw him the next day, he ignored me and drove off. Odd behavior for a friend.
A week later, December 2, he rang my bell knowing my wife, Sue, was out. "Al, I have to tell you about that club." He gulped. "You
must
go check it out — maybe alone is best this time. Leave ALL your valuables in your car before you enter. Your first visit is free, then it's a $30 member fee + $5 for an ID ankle bracelet that's refundable. What you do there is up to you alone. Bring this completed application with you." Breathless and nervous, he gave me the address on Long Island and a password. Curiosity won over caution and I drove out to the club for their next meet during our first snowfall.
The club was actually a mansion. After leaving everything in my car, I locked it and hid the key under a fender. A guard saluted me as I approached the wide plain door. Looking in the window, I saw an empty foyer. Two pretty women held each other as they passed behind me, giggling. I wondered what happens behind the green door that charged my friend so much.
When I entered the foyer, I stood alone a moment until someone asked for the password by speaker. I gave it and heard the door lock click. Before me was a dimly lit long hall leading to a brightly lit-from-behind buff man — totally naked. His long and thick dick lied over his big balls between his man-spread legs. That was my first clue. "Com'on, move it. You holdin up the line," he shouted. Line? I turned and saw the two pretty women from outside were entering the hall — naked, and carrying their coats.
I gulped, moved to the man, and handed him my application. "By your password, I can tell this is your first time here. This visit is free. Next time wear cloth shoes and bring me a clean blood panel. Clothes off — everything but shoes, then step up on the inspection box." Though I hesitated, I stripped in front of three strangers. The two beauties watching me made my cock swell. They smiled. Don stuffed all my clothes into a paper bag, stamped it with a code number, then stamped my hand with the same number. He handed the bag across the hall to a woman I hadn't seen before. She was the naked coat-check-chick.
A barely visible black box stood flush against the wall. When I climbed up the two steps to stand on the box, my cock was chin level with the greeter, Don. Between the bright light behind him and the one strapped to his head, my cock and balls were the brightest subjects in the hall. Don squeezed my cock, lifted it, then slid my prepuce back and examined behind my crown ridge with his fingers and nose. He lifted my balls and looked under them.
"OK. Turn away and bend over." He spread my cheeks and sniffed my butt hole. "You're cleared for tonight. No fluid exchange until we see your clean blood panel. Future exams will be less intense. Wear this purple bracelet until you leave. It tells everyone that you are not cleared for fucking or other fluid exchange. Step down." The women seemed to enjoy my cock dancing as I moved.
Don grabbed my cock and shook it three times while staring me in the eye. "Grab my cock and shake it three times. That's the hedonistic handshake, also known as HH or GH. You are to use it with any club men you meet from now on. More than that is a hand job and you better make them cum." As Don dipped his hands into a bowl of hand sanitizer, the women greeted him by name. No one asked me to move, so I stood and watched the women.
Fran, with the F cups, climbed the steps first with Don holding her hand. Her huge stiff tits didn't look or move naturally. "I see you got your tits done since your last visit. Nice job." She smiled and gave them an extra bounce. He lifted each tit and felt under them. "OK, Fran, back against the wall. Squat and spread 'em." Her bald pussy under her short landing strip spread wide. He pushed back her hood and circled her clit as I watched it grow and her deep pink glow in his head light. Don slipped a finger in her dampening pussy, then along her split cheeks to her pale brown hole. Cleared, she stepped down.
"Al, this is how we greet women with the hedonistic hand shake. You cup their pussy, then run a finger into their split three times to her clit. Some will thrust their hips to you as a sign you may finger them deeper. No more than three times or you must make her cum no matter where you are. Even tonight, you may lick their juices off your fingers, but you may not lick their pussies until I have your clean blood panel. And NO means NO. Bea, step up on the box. You two may enter."
Fran gripped my cock and said she would wait for Bea. We watched Don examine Bea — under her B cups, between her gaping pussy lips, and along her wrinkled hole. My cock surged as I watched and Fran squeezed me with every surge. I cupped her pussy and she thrust her hips at me so I deeply fingered her wet pussy — she moaned. Don licked Bea's dripping pussy. Coat-check-chick took their coats, hung them with tickets, and Don stamped their hands. His cock was fully awake and extended straight out.
Bea stepped down and gripped Don's massive cock. She slowly shook it three times while staring deeply in his eyes as he ploughed her fattened pussy in sync with her thrusting hips. He circled her stiff clit and both began breathing hard. He said, "We-e-e b-b-better stop here or I'll spoil your night's fun and cum all over you." Both sighed, and stopped. I stared at Fran for an explanation.
She said, "They have a, ahh,
special
relationship." As we moved into the dim ball room, she whispered, "She's his daughter." When I looked back, I saw her lift his balls and kiss his cock before joining us. I chose to stay silent.
I've never seen so many pleather sofas and love seats in one room. Easy cleanup perhaps? Many faced each other for easy mixed access, I presumed. A raised stage trimmed with LEDs sat near the entry. Fran pulled me to friends who were early in their intimacies. The three men stood and exchanged GH with her; the three women stayed on the sofa and spread their legs before stroking each others' pussies with Fran. She introduced me and nodded at the six groins I was to grip. The men were all hard and awkward to grip. We stopped at three shakes.
The women were all wet and took extra pleasure in shaking my cock while thrusting their hips at me. The last woman, blond Goldie, didn't stop at three. She kept shaking my cock in her right hand as her left gripped my wrist and held me inside her. Stirring her hot pussy on my fingers, she flexed on them and stared at her companion. Fran said, "You know what you must do now even while her guy watches. Make her cum — before she makes you cum. I know that's a tall order."
Of course it was. Her guy was stroking himself as he watched her stroke me. He said, "If she makes you cum first, cover her face and tits in cum. We all saw your purple ID, but she wants to drain you to satisfy her mean streak. I hope you make her cum first." A naked "mean girl?" So some ugliness snuck into a room of love. There's a way to handle her even with my imposed limitations.
I stepped closer to her as she shifted her ass to the edge of the sofa. As I pushed a third finger into her, I pinched and twisted a nipple hard. Apparently enjoying pain, she moaned. Sliding into her with my thumb up let me push hard against the side of her clit and push her hood back. She lurched, then moaned. My next stroke went deep with my fingers tilted up and I stroked her G spot. She gasped. Two more strokes and I had her. Staying focused on her let me ignore her weak attempt to get me off. Hitting her C then her G made her sweat and gasp — still no orgasm.
Would shoving a finger in her ass be a violation for me? What if I used a carrot from the foam snowman? With no fluid exchange, I felt safe to use my fingers. With no regard for the mean girl, I dipped a finger in some horse raddish sauce, then quickly twisted it into her winking brown hole. As I filled her with the spicy sauce, I rubbed her clit and G. Just a few seconds later, she began to whoop and moan as her ass began to burn. When I rubbed her front hot spots, I spread the sauce on her wrinkled hole and she began thrusting off the sofa as she climaxed with a loud scream that got everyone's attention. I withdrew and she stood and rubbed her rear hole before rushing off to a bathroom.
Her husband applauded. "I'll have to remember that trick. She always fights her orgasm as if it's a competition. I always lose. Thanks, Al." My cock softened. I asked Fran what the protocol was if someone were actively filling any of a woman's holes. It seems rude to ask him to stop so I can shake his cock in greeting.
"I agree. That's never come up. Maybe it's best to avoid them until they are done?" That made sense to me. She handed me an alcohol wipe for my butt finger.
"Where's Bea?" I wondered as I looked around. Fran pointed to a cluster of people gathered around a love seat. When we approached, we saw Bea lying on a short man with her tit in his mouth and his cock in her pussy. Another man was behind her and fucking her ass while a third man was in front and stuffing her throat. "Does that take more concentration or a total lack of it? Does her dad know?"
"Her dad is by the door, watching. He'll be one of the three men before the night is over. I don't know about the concentration. I've never had a four-way."
"Well, Fran, I'd love to help you with that, but I suppose it has to wait til I lose this purple ID. I can't wait to get my wife in here."
"Just remember, when she comes here she may want a four-way without you. Can you handle that?" As I pondered that, Fran waved and went to other friends. The more I watched that shapely ass wiggle, the more I wanted in it. While I wandered around, the variety of cocks surprised me. Besides thickness and length, many were bent left, right, up and even down. Watching couples copulate showed me how adaptable we are and began giving me ideas for the Secret Santa exchanges. Men were more "friendly" with greetings than women as most who were not occupied grabbed my cock and shook it three times. I returned the favor, as required.
There was no shortage of three and foursomes in the ballroom. There was no dancing in
this
ball room. Smaller rooms lined the big room with huge beds to hold their own orgies. When I wandered upstairs, I found a balcony that gave a bird's eye view of the clusters of fucking in the ballroom. Several occupied rooms had restrictive signs like "Warm Swaps Only" while two halls were roped off. I saw enough and made my way out. The coat-check-chick read my hand and handed me my bag of clothes. Though I dressed in front of her and made my cock dance for her, she wasn't impressed. She handed me an application for my wife. The cars were covered in light snow.
