. 2

From the Author--This is a continuation from Pt 1. I hope you enjoy it. -C

I grinned, nodded and looked at Alissa. Her face was a picture of fury mixed with something else. Somehow she knew this was my doing, I could see it in her eyes. I kept the grin and shrugged my shoulders as expressively as I could but she did not seem to see the humor in the situation. I did and it made me wonderfully happy. "Okay, we have to do things a little different than we did them with my mom." I said and I noted Melissa swallow particularly hard which made Sammy groan with pleasure. He showed great control by not pushing his Aunt onto her back and mounting her again right then. I tapped Sammy on the shoulder. "Sammy, you want to give her a rest?"

Sammy looked around at me like I was about to cornhole him but finally pulled his cock free of his Aunt's mouth. He pulled his trousers up and backed away from the kneeling woman. I helped her to her feet. "Melissa, thanks for being game but I think now you are going to just be an observer, okay?"

She nodded dumbly, her eyes glazed with lust and shock as she moved back to her place by the kitchen sink.

I pulled away from Mrs. Rossini, moving over to stand beside Melissa, looping an arm casually around her waist. Natasha moved closer to Brent, taking his hand like a shy date in a formal, frightening setting. I thought it was so cute to see them holding hands.

"So, Sonny, how do we do this?" Brent asked wanting a plan, pulling his eyes from his mother to focus on me. His hand unconsciously stroked his cock which made me almost give into the hysterical joy that seemed about to erupt out of me. It was working and I did it!

I pointed at Laura. "Mrs. Wills has consented to play the part of the maid of honor and will be available for use as last time. But again, she is not to come. Brent, I made sure Sammy did his Mom before today. Have you fucked your mom yet, Brent?" I asked the question knowing the answer but somehow, not having Mom there made it unofficial or something.

Brent looked me like I asked to hold his cock for a while.

"Or would you like to take Mrs. Rossini upstairs and get better acquainted in private?" I waited, wondering what the answer would be. Either way was fine with me.

Mrs. Rossini looked away from her son, finding me, she moved through the now crowded kitchen. She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her body flowed against mine and soon my hands were holding her, moving with her as she gently massaged me with her body. She kissed at my neck. "Use me." She whispered. "Like you used her." Her voice rasped, an almost guttural mutter.

"I fucked her." Brent said to the room. "I have fucked my mother." Brent was always the smartest of us all.

Landon's eyes widened. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, me too. I fucked Kyla, my ma. But Sonny was there. He, I fucked his mom, he fucked mine. I fucked my mother. She sucked my cock. Sonny took her ass while I was in her pussy. And fuck me if she didn't love it. So, Kyla Clark can be airtight anytime." He looked at me and his shouldered shrugged just a bit. "She has been acting guilty and weird ever since so I think, I think she needs some attention from someone besides me." He staggered to a halt.

He surprised me but hearing that Kyla was not fucking him surprised me more. I nearly snorted, one more thing.

I turned Sasha in my arms and cupped her breasts over the billowing fabric of her dress. "You have to say it, Natasha." I whispered. "Say it to us all." I felt her shiver.

"Do it to me. Like you did to Annie Kingston in my basement while I watched. Fuck me. Let me suck you. Oh gawd, eat me! Take my ass and make me airtight! Use me. I want to fuck five men in a row and have them fill me." She looked around. "But mostly, I want to suck each of you. I love sucking cock!"

Then she surprised me. She looked over at Mrs. Wills. "I want your lips on me, Laura. I want to feel a woman eating me and see if you can make me come! I have never been with a woman but I want it too. I want all of it."

I pulled back from her, my cock achingly stiff in my sweats. She moved to my side, sliding an arm around me. Everyone was watching us. I gestured at the table. "Lay there, Sasha. Do you have under garments?" I knew the answer but I wanted her to say it, for everyone to hear it.

She smiled, staring at the table where Alissa stood nearby, bound, her breasts protruding in the black leotard. "No. Well, just garters. Gawd, I am so wet." She chortled. She spoke as though it were a soliloquy, as if none of us existed. She sounded like a young girl, a woman new to her sexuality. This was new to her and she was clearly thrilled by it all.

When we moved toward the table, everyone shifted away. Sammy took hold of his mother and guided her over to stand next to Melissa and then squeezed in between them, slipping a hand onto their butts and pulling them against his body; he had pulled his pants up. They both looked at him but seeing each other, looked away so he took firm hold of the ass of his Aunt and Mother with each hand and neither woman objected or moved against his hold on their bodies. He grinned hugely. Landon moved out of the way and Brent stood beside him, both watching me, arms crossed. I turned Mrs. Rossini around and sat her down on the table top. "Laura." I said softly.

Mrs. Wills scampered over to me, her large eyes staring at me expectantly.

"Is she wet, Laura. Wet enough to be entered?" I asked casually.

Laura knelt, placed both hands on the woman's knees and parted them, easing them open. Sasha sat back onto the table, staring at the woman between her legs. She looked up at me. Then her eyes whisked past me to Brent, I presumed. Laura ran her hands up the inner surface of Sasha's parted legs; Sasha gasped and her inquiring eyes closed. She shivered and her head dropped back, exposing her beautiful neck. She licked her full lips and swallowed and I suspect all of us watching imagined a cock in her mouth. Her pose thrust her breasts out. With her head back like that, her eyes closed, her knees wide, she appeared the perfect image of a woman submitting to the pleasure of sexual servitude. Her breaths were deep which moved her breasts beneath the swaths of thick cream fabric. Her olive skin looked liquid smooth, supple and fine.

"Oh, ohhhhhh." She groaned, anticipation dripping in her voice.

Laura's hands had disappeared under the dress. Laura turned her head to look at me, amazement in her eyes. "She is wet, yes. Very wet, yes." She said, her voice a breathy gasp. "Geezus, she is dripping!" Laura's eyes shone.

"Mrs. Rossini, would you like us all to taste you?"

Her head lulled forward and her eyes opened, glazed and limpid. Slowly she nodded.

"Laura, you first. Just a taste."

The blond woman knelt, running her hands up and down the wide open thighs. She carefully lifted the two bolts of cream cloth which crossed just below Sasha's crotch. The tops of Sasha's tan stocking came into view with the bindings linking them to the garter belt which remained out of view. Her pussy remained covered. Laura slowly lowered her head and the dress dropped over her head.

The woman mounted on the table widened her legs, arching her back and lifting her hips. She leaned back onto her hands, planted behind her and flexed her thighs wide, opening her body up to the woman between her knees. She seemed eager while holding utterly still as Laura Wills moved her mouth closer and closer to the crux of the matter, well out of our sight. "Ohhhhhh gawwwwwddddd!" Sasha groaned. Her body bucked once and she dropped from her straightened arms down to her elbows. "Ohhhhhhh noooooo!" Her hips lifted and then bucked twice. "She . . . is . . . licking me! Licking me! Oh yes, lick me, suck me Laura Wills, eat me!" Her voice ran up the register ending with a high keening.

Laura rode the motion and seemed comfortable, settling into her position. I tapped her on the shoulder; once, twice, three times before she acknowledged me and her head reappeared from below the edge of the dress.

"No please, let her . . . " Natasha sighed but then lay back, resigned to what was yet to come.

Laura crawled backwards and then I helped her to her feet. I pointed at Chris. "You next." Chris merely nodded and approached the woman sitting on the table. He stopped before Laura and licked her lips before kissing his mother hard on the mouth and the deeply, their tongues lashing each other. Sasha lifted her head and watched Chris till he broke the kiss with his mother, his face smeared with Natasha Rossini's cum. Natasha's eyes fixed on him, watching him approach through lidded eyes, her head lulling a bit as though she were drugged or drunk or had not slept in three days.

Chris got between her legs, bending over her at first to kiss her lips. He kissed down her chest and tried to pull the fabric off a breast but had to settle for a squeeze. He got to his knees between her legs. Natasha groaned. He shoved the dress up, trying to flip it up and out of his way. It did not 'flip', the structure did not yield to this sort of rearrangement. He finally dipped his head and entered the makeshift cowl as Laura Wills had.

For a moment, Sasha tensed; then she grunted and spoke, "Ohhhhhhhh, oh, oh he is licking me. His tongue is going deep inside me. Ohhhhh, yes. I think, I think, I am cuuuummmmiiiiinnnnggggg!" Sasha squealed, her hips flexing up, lifting Chris while he clung to her waist and thigh. After her ass dropped back to the table, he emerged from under the dress, his face glistening and flushed.

I turned to Landon. "You want to go next?" I asked.

He nodded. Chris, bless his pea-picking heart, stumbled over to Melissa and kissed her, smearing Sasha on her face. Then he reached for Alissa and pinched her nipples while Sammy watched him, massaging both asses while Chris fondled and kissed his aunt and caressed his mother's breasts at the same time.

Landon meanwhile looked at me. "You going to have someone clean her up?"

I glanced at Laura and quick like a blond fox she was between Sasha's lulling thighs with a towel. She disappeared under the cowling and Sasha jumped, jerking and grunting. "Oh fuck! She has fingers in me, she is fucking me." Sasha breathed. "Ohhh gawd! Oh, oh, oh!" Her body bounced on the table.

I moved to Laura and tapped her on the shoulder again. She was more responsive this time and emerged, her face flushed but clean, not smeared with cum as it had been previously. Landon nodded and slipped under Sasha's cowling and she began to shake as he worked on her pussy. Whatever he was doing, she seemed to like it, her eyes closed and she arched her body against him.

I moved over to the table and examined her dress. I found the hooks on each side and released its top. I skimmed the broad straps off each shoulder and revealed her breasts. From the side, I pulled the straps down so that her upper torso was bare. Natasha watched me with roiling eyes while her lower body pulsed against Landon's face between her legs. I bent and kissed each of Sasha's large breasts, sucking one and then the other into my mouth. Below me, Landon worked on her pussy out of our sight. The second cycle of sucking and kissing her breasts, Sasha twitched and jerked and screamed into a new orgasmic convulsion. I moved off of her but pulled Laura over to us who looked askance at me. I bent her over the table, placing her face onto Sasha's torso. I lifted her maid's skirt and entered her.

"Aaahhhhhhh." Laura sighed as I plunged deeply into her sopping cunt. I pulled free.

"Brent, fuck Laura here but don't let her come. Mrs. Wills, the rule still applies, no orgasm for you."

When she nodded, her face pressed against Sasha's roiling breast. Laura lifted up and took the breast into her mouth. Sasha groaned and dropped flat to the table, grunting as the woman sucked on her tit. Laura's other hand cupped her breast. Sasha's hands gripped the edge of the table and her hips punched upwards in rhythm with a beat only she could hear, or feel as the case may be. Landon continued to work between Sasha's legs.

Melissa had taken hold of Chris' head and was positively licking his face, stopping to kiss him from time to time. Sammy had moved behind his mother and with her arms bound between them, was massaging her huge, bare, black breasts. Alissa's eyes were on me, unreadable but finally they closed as Sammy squeezed and kneaded her tits; one of his hands pressed at her skirt over her pussy and she grunted and her hips popped forward a couple times. The scene was getting to her. The most interesting thing to me was that no one suggested I send the black women home, interlopers as they technically were in this day of airtight bliss for Mrs. Rossini. They seemed to add to her arousal.

Brent moved behind Laura and grasped her by the wrists. With a knee he widened her legs and then crouched to touch his huge cock to her crotch from behind. Laura groaned and began to search for his cockhead with her pussy. Sasha watched, finally rising to her elbows to look over Laura's back at her son's cock. Brent caught her eye and for a moment they stared at each other, like strangers realizing they had a previous connection. She smiled and nodded. Brent released one of Laura's wrists and used that free hand to position his cock at the entrance to Laura's body. Once in place, he shoved, his cock sank into the blond woman's cunt and she cried out all the while her body shook and pressed back, taking him deeper and deeper. She rubbed her cheek against Brent's mother's breasts like a cat seeking attention, taking his cock into her body with loving, erotic commitment.

With one hand holding both wrists, Brent pulled back and slammed into Laura again, succeeding in penetrating her deeper. On the third violent and long stroke, Mrs. Wills came, squealing and grunting. Sasha was trying to remain on her elbows so she could watch the woman sucking her tits come, but her hips kept rising up, bumping and thrusting at Landon under the canopy of her dress. Her head kept falling back as the wash of sensation swamped her control

"Oh fuck!" Mrs. Rossini hissed through her clinched teeth. "I am watching my son fuck a woman while his friend eats me." She looked around. Melissa was getting to her knees, pulling Chris' cock into her mouth. Sammy had his hands on his mother's breasts, while he kissed her neck. When Sasha saw that she glanced over at me. "Little Sammy is kissing his mother and his hands are on her boobs." She said, her voice slurring with drunken excitement. Then suddenly she shrieked and another climax arrived, stronger this time. Her body bucked, responding to whatever Landon was doing under her dress. Melissa sucked Chris' cock into her mouth and deeper, pressing him against the sink beside her sister who was struggling to turn in Sammy's arms. He refused her, holding her by her cunt and a breast, locking her ass against his hard cock. She looked distinctly distressed watching her sister suck a cock right below her eyes.

Time to interrupt, I thought.

I clapped my hands. "Mrs. Wills! Mrs. Wills!" I said loudly. "Did I just see you having an orgasm?" I asked, feeling not a little stupid. I had to stop this, it had to stop or Alissa would be betrayed. Another moment and every woman in the room would be getting fucked and I would be left to go fetch Annie. Not a bad option but today should be Natasha's and I definitely had bigger ideas.

Brent pulled back from Mrs. Wills. His face working, eyes blinking. "Shit, Sonny, what is the problem?"

"I told her she could not come. I believe she just had a very nice little orgasm. Sammy, leave your mother alone. She is going to watch today." Melissa continued to lick Chris' cock.

Sammy's hands dropped like they were being burnt. Alissa grunted, turning her gagged gaze to me and pressing her ass back against her son's hard cock. Sammy slithered out from behind her, stepping around Melissa who continued sucking on Chris' cock. Chris continued letting her. Landon sat back on his heels, pulling his head out from under the bunched dress. His hands rested on Sasha's shapely thighs.

"Landon, help Mrs. Rossini up." I said. "Brent come with me a moment." I took his arm and pulled him towards the back patio doors. I had a key in my hand. He struggled to pull his slacks up and arrange himself, suddenly self-conscious, his huge cock was coated with Mrs. Wills' approval. "Brent, I want you to go next door and fuck Mrs. Kingston. Take your mother, let her watch. You know Annie likes an audience. It is time to show your mother what is like to get what she wants. Your mother wants what Annie got. Fuck Annie, hard and fast. Take her like she asked. You know what I mean." I fixed my eyes on Brent's and he held my stare for a moment before nodding.

"I think Natasha wants it all. What Annie wants. She should see it, see you fuck Annie. Do it right and your mother will be willing to fuck us all the same way. But Brent, this is your mom we are talking about. You have the right to deny her to us, even if it is what she wants. If you take her over to see Annie fucked, to watch you rape Annie, you are telling her that we will do the same for her, surprised forced fucking when we like. She will become another woman like Annie, a woman for us to sneak into your house and fuck whenever we like. You have to be okay with that. Got it?" I spoke loud enough for all to hear.

He nodded slowly. Then his eyes cleared.

"When you come back, we'll give her what she asked for, she'll get it all for the first time. She can decide then if she really wants it all, just like Annie! Just like she asked for the first time."

"What do you mean the first time?"

"The first time she asked for something. I think once Mrs. Rossini sees Annie fucked the way she likes it, your mother will want that too. I could be wrong, I want you to find out. If she wants it with you, she'll want it with any of us so think about it if you take her there. This is one of those times when you can skip it if you like but you should go fuck Annie in any case."

Brent looked at me quizzically. "Pardon me, professor, but weren't you listening just now? I think that ship has sailed. I am pretty sure about what my mother wants."

I nodded. "I heard. I am not going to make it open season on Sasha's ass unless I know she is clear about what she is asking for. Here is the key to the Kingston's back door. Be quiet and surprise her. She loves it when you sneak up on her and take her by force. Be careful because she likes to fight and I think it makes her wet when you subdue her with brute force before entering her. I am sorry to interrupt you but Laura Wills must obey or she will not enjoy the next phase of her pleasure so much. I promised Chris and if I let her get away with this, well, suffice to say I am putting a stop to her orgasm right now. Go on, take Sasha or don't."

I turned away from Brent and went into the dining room where the big oval table with the opalescent surface looked out onto the front lawn. It was surrounded by eight chairs, white chairs with gold trim, the backs of which were narrow, tapered like the shape of a candle flame, each a slightly different shape. I dragged two of the chairs into the living room, sitting them at the top of the sunken area. I almost set them to face each other but decided that this would be too cruel.

"Mrs. Wills." I called.

Laura appeared, her outfit put to rights but her face showed her fear. Her lips trembled and tears ran down her cheeks. "Please, no." She whispered when she arrived before me. No one else followed her. Natasha still lay on the table panting through her recovery from the wracking orgasms she had experienced.