Carole's New Friends Ch. 04

'I'm me and you're you', you said.

'Hello, you', he said as he slipped off his own clothes.

You lay on the bed and he joined you.

'Turn over on your side away from me.'

You did as he suggested and he tucked himself in behind you. He lifted your upper leg to give him clear access to your body and positioned his cock between your legs. There was clearly to be no foreplay but perhaps he assumed that with all the sex going on around the place, most guests would be in an almost permanent state of arousal – which wasn't a totally false assumption.

'Put it in', he said.

You obeyed his instruction and fed his cock into your cunt. As soon as he felt himself enter the warm wetness he began to drive himself as far in as he could. The two of you quickly synchronised your movements, you meeting his thrusts with your own. Both of you knew exactly what you wanted. He was thoroughly aroused from watching his partner being taken in front of him and wanted a place to deposit his sperm. You wanted a man to cum inside you and, ideally, to cum again yourself. Fortunately, he reached round you with his hand and began to caress your clit and feel your labia stretched around him.

He grunted loudly in your ear, drowning out the gentler sounds you were making. You knew that he wasn't going to last long – nor were you, for that matter – and you started to force yourself backwards onto his cock with enthusiasm. He responded with even greater attention to your clit.

'I want you to cum. Cum inside me', you pleaded.

His increasing pace and even louder grunts suggested he was about to do exactly that but you got there first, letting out a scream and a shudder as you came. He followed moments later with a final thrust, a long groan, and a jet of hot sperm that coated the walls of your vagina.

He removed his hand from your sex and cupped a breast instead. You covered it with your own hand, holding it in place. You could feel his cock subsiding and you gave it a gentle squeeze as if to say goodbye as it slipped out of you and flopped onto your inner thigh. The two of you lay there for a while and then you rolled over on your back.

'I'm going to stay here until my husband comes up to bed', you said.

He took the hint. He kissed you lightly on the lips, got up off the bed, and dressed, blowing you another kiss as he left the room.

You drew the duvet over yourself and lay there contentedly, assuming that Peter would join you eventually, which he did after searching for you downstairs, without success.

'Ah, there you are at last', he said.

He drew the duvet back and looked down between your legs. Your hair was matted and crusted with sperm. More was leaking out of your opening.

'You look like you've been enjoying yourself.'

You nodded sleepily.

'Do I get a goodnight fuck?' he asked.

'No', you replied. 'I'm tired. But it would be rather nice if I woke up in the morning to find you inside me.'

*****

The next morning, after that early fuck, the two of you went down for a leisurely breakfast. Most people took breakfast naked although some of the women wore completely transparent gowns. Marianne wore such a garment when she entered the breakfast room. She spotted you and came over to join you, taking the seat next to you.

'I thought I might take you to the playroom this morning but first I think that James is rather hoping I might lend him to you again. Peter, you've seen the video of the two of them together, but would you like to see it in real life? They're very good together.'

You agreed that you would allow your breakfast to get down and then join Marianne and James in her room.

You were about to leave the room having finished your meal when one of the other breakfasters beckoned the two of you over to her table. She was a large woman; her breasts hung low on her chest and there were thick rolls of flesh on her stomach that effectively blocked any view of her sex while she was in the sitting position.

'You must be Carole', she said. 'I'm Jean. We've known Peter for a very long time and it's good to meet you at last.'

Then she took Peter's hand and drew him much closer. She reached out for his cock and held it in one hand. With the other she took a spoonful of honey, which she proceeded to drizzle along the length of the cock. Then she fed it to her mouth, as if she was about to eat a bread roll. Peter was now becoming very erect and his cock slipped easily to the back of her mouth. She caressed it with her lips and tongue, licking away the honey. It was not that long since Peter had cum inside you but Jean persevered and before long Peter was emptying his balls into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily.

'I do like a nice mouthful of cum with my breakfast and your husband's is quite delicious', she said to you, before adding, for Peter's benefit: 'Do join us on the terrace later. I've got somewhere else I need you to put that – in fact a couple of places.'

*****

After breakfast, you and Peter made your way to Marianne's room. He'd yet to see you be fucked by another man and the opportunity to witness you being taken by James was one he wasn't prepared to miss. James wasn't in the room when you arrived but he soon appeared in response to Marianne's summons. Marianne took hold of his cock and drew him across the room towards you. That act ensured that he was largely erect by the time they reached you but, to make sure, Marianne sat down and lowered her mouth over his cock. By the time she had finished he was sporting an impressive erection.

'Now, if I remember rightly', Marianne said, as much for Peter's benefit as for yours, 'you rather enjoyed James' slow and steady thrusting into you from behind. So Carole, why don't you kneel on the couch and rest your elbows on the back?'

You got in position and then James stood behind you. Marianne took hold of Peter's hand and lead him into a position from which he'd be able to see the whole thing very clearly.

'I gather you've never seen your darling wife with another man inside her yet, so we'd better make this something special. Let's start off with you keeping still, Carole, as we did for your video, but then, later on, James, you stay still and Carole can do the fucking. Let Peter see how much Carole enjoys her new lifestyle.'

James slid one finger, then a second, into your vagina. You were already moist and the action of his fingers soon had you lubricating freely and everyone in the room could hear the wet sticky sound of a ready and willing cunt. Soon his cock took the place of the fingers and you felt it poised between your inner lips, briefly, before it entered and began its slow, back-and-forth rhythmic penetration. You groaned as you took him into you and every time he reached your full depth, and you heard a groan from Peter too. James reached underneath and took hold of one of your breasts, squeezing it, and teasing and pulling on the nipple. You reached down with one hand and began to rub your clit.

'Fuck me, James, fuck me right up inside there, fuck my cunt right up to the womb, then make me cum for you. I want your cock to stretch me; I want your cock to make me cum.'

Marianne nodded to James and he held still, his cock half in you. It was your turn to start thrusting now and you pushed hard back on him, feeling him sink in further than ever before. You moaned loudly, repeatedly, then you pushed up on the back of the couch, raising the top half of your body and pressing it against James' chest.

'Oh God, Oh God! Like that, like that. Fuck me, cum in me, now, fill me.'

With you doing most of the work, James' hands were now free to grasp your breasts and play with the nipples. The sensation was just too much.

'I'm cumming, Oh God I'm cumming. Arghhhhhhh.'

James continued thrusting hard into you and you felt the throbbing sensation that told you he was about to fill you with his sperm. He let out a roar as it shot out of him and deep into your body. You pushed as hard as you could against the couch to support the both of you, you pressed your cunt back hard onto James' cock to keep it in there for as long as possible, but it was a struggle. Your body was drained and your head fell forward.

Peter sat on the couch beside you and brushed the hair back from your face and looked into your eyes.

'I never, ever thought I'd get to see anything like that', he whispered. 'You were incredible, beautiful, amazing. I should have brought you here ages ago.'

You remained still for several minutes, basking in your post-orgasm glow. But James did not seem to be subsiding. He was still as hard as he was when he started out. Either he had remarkable staying power or you were right about the Viagra. You half expected him to start again but you weren't sure if you could take it – or whether Marianne would approve. He was only on loan, after all. The answer came a minute or two later. James began to pull out of you – but only halfway. Then he slammed back inside you.

His first thrust was so vigorous it drove the breath out of you. This wasn't going to be slow and steady. It was going to be hard, raw fucking. Every time he pounded into you, you let out a long, loud grunt - over and over again.

You looked round at Peter. 'My clit, rub my clit.'

He reached under you and began to do as you asked. With his attentions and the drubbing you were taking in your cunt it didn't take long for a second orgasm to burst over you. James didn't come this time but you had taken all you could take for the moment, so you slumped forward and pulled yourself off his cock. Peter put his arms round you and clasped you to him.

'I think we'd better wait until after lunch for our trip to the playroom', Marianne suggested. 'And then I have a surprise for you. In the meantime, it might be an idea if Peter takes you back to your room for a rest.'

*****

As Marianne suggested, it was after lunch before she took you to visit the playroom. On the way there she explained that there had previously been two playrooms – the current one and another that had specialised in more hardcore BDSM. However, that began to cause a split in the membership which conflicted with the Manor's philosophy that all guests should share broadly similar sexual interests. It was decided, a little reluctantly, that those whose interests were primarily centred on BDSM might be better served by joining a specialist club.

As Marianne opened the door into the room, the first things that caught your eye were two rocking horses, side by side. They were huge; not as big as a real horse, perhaps, but much bigger than the traditional child's rocking horse. Each horse was straddled by a girl who was rocking it for all she was worth – you almost expected her to be whipping her steed on to greater effort. It took a moment or two before you realised that the girls were impaled on dildos fitted onto the horses' saddles.

'They're having a race', Marianne explained with a laugh. 'The first one to cum is the winner. Not that people cheat, of course. You don't have to race, of course; you can just ride them for pleasure.'

You moved on round the room. Next came two varieties of what you thought of as stocks, but Marianne explained that the ones mounted on a post with holes for the head and hands were more correctly called a pillory, only the ground level ones that secured the ankles being true stocks. These stocks were unusual, though, in that they had two sets of ankle holes, the second designed to keep the legs spread apart.

Although either device could be used by men or women guests, it was more usual for men to be secured in the stocks and women in the pillory, for fairly obvious reasons. Indeed, the pillory was occupied by a woman who was being fucked mercilessly by the man standing behind her. What made this more delicious was the fact that, because of the way her head was secured, she could not see who was penetrating her and you wondered if she knew who it was.

Next to each device was a small whiteboard on which the confined guest listed the 'punishments' they were willing to undergo, ranging from tickling the feet upwards, but those were in addition to the rule that any guest in the pillory or stocks could be fucked by any other guest, male or female, and had no say in the matter.

'I know that we tend to fuck fairly indiscriminately here', Marianne said, 'but in fact people tend to stick to guests who attract them. In the stocks or pillory you have no choice.'

Marianne went on to explain that the Manor court could sentence guests to a spell in either stocks or pillory for infringement of the Manor's rules. Many of the cases that came before the court were brought by husbands and wives complaining about their spouse's conduct in the hope that they would be so sentenced.

Next, as you moved round the room, came a Sybian machine and, beside that, a fucking machine, both of which could be controlled by the user or by a partner.

Finally, there was a selection of swings that hung from hooks in the ceiling beams.

'Have you ever used a swing', Marianne asked you. You shook your head in reply.

'You really must give them a try, they're enormous fun. There are so many things you can do in them, a lot more easily than anywhere else, especially for those of us who are a bit less flexible than we once were. Sometimes I just come down here and sit in one of the swings until someone turns up.'

Your mind began to flit through a whole range of possibilities you could try in one of the swings.

'Now', Marianne said, looking at her watch, 'we'd better be on our way or we'll miss the afternoon's entertainment.'

She took you by the hand and led you out of the playroom and into the Manor's gardens, from where you followed a winding path that headed towards a wooded area ahead. The path continued through the trees until it reached a clearing, where a group of guests were already gathered, waiting expectantly. After a few minutes a group of four strong young men appeared – Marianne didn't say but you assumed they were from the gardening staff of the Manor. They went to one side of the clearing where they drew back a tarpaulin laid on the ground, revealing two wooden crosses which they carried into the centre and laid on the ground. A buzz passed round the group of assembled guests, now formed into a circle around the edge of the clearing.

A few minutes later, another group of four people approached. Two of them, a man and a woman, were dressed in the Manor's formal attire but the other two, who appeared to be a young couple, were naked. They were both very slim – some might have said skinny. He had what, to you, seemed quite a scrawny beard, she had long fair hair that reached down almost to her waist and obscured her breasts. Both were completely shaved between the legs. Their hands were tied and they carried over their shoulders coils of rope. The circle of waiting guests parted to allow them to enter the clearing.

The young couple were untied and the coils of rope taken from their shoulders. They were then told to lie down, face up, on the crosses. The four gardeners then proceeded to tie their wrists to the cross-beam. They were then instructed to draw their knees up so that the soles of their feet were flat on the upright post. Their feet were then bound to the post, right up to the ankles, so that the rope provided some support for the feet.

You had never witnessed or even imagined anything like this but you had to admit that you were finding the sight quite erotic and there was wetness developing between your legs. And you weren't alone. You could tell from the looks on a good few of the women's faces that they were experiencing the same sensation and several of the male guests, all of whom were naked, were becoming erect.

The gardeners began to raise the crosses into an upright position. Three of them supported the cross itself – one each side and one behind – while the fourth hauled on a rope attached to its topmost point. You realised that there were concrete-lined holes in the ground in which to stand them – the back edges of the holes were sloped so that the crosses could be slid in and gently raised, to avoid putting sudden and undue strain on the arms of the 'victims'. Even so, the girl's small breasts and the man's cock and balls bounced as their crosses finally reached their upright positions. One of the gardeners knocked wedges into position to secure the crosses.

As the audience moved in for a closer view, you realised that the arrangement had been carefully contrived so that both sets of genitals were positioned at eye height. Care had also been taken to ensure that the girl's long hair was behind her head so that her breasts were uncovered.

Within a few moments, both of them were moaning and squirming – almost dancing – while trying and failing to find a comfortable position. One moment they were standing as upright as possible, the next sagging from the arms, sometimes pressed back against the upright, sometimes sagging outwards – thrusting their sexes towards the viewers. This was too much for one of the men watching. He moved forward and parted the girl's knees for a better view, before slipping his fingers into her exposed slit. When he removed it, it was glistening with her moisture. He parted her inner lips to show her clitoris – it was becoming enlarged with arousal.

The woman who had helped to escort the couple to the clearing passed him a mounting that was clearly designed to attach to the upright of the cross and a lubricated dildo that fitted on to it. The man fixed the mounting and adjusted it, before setting up the dildo on top of it. Its tip was aligned with the entrance to the girl's vagina and only an inch below it. If she sagged only a slight amount, as she inevitably would, it would penetrate her.

The man, too, was becoming aroused, his penis rising towards the horizontal, and he was not the only one. Several of them men in the audience were obviously becoming aroused and some of their partners were giving them a helping hand.

It wasn't long before the girl could resist no longer and the dildo was pressing against the lips of her cunt. Finally, with a loud groan, she sank down onto it and, a few seconds later, began working herself up and down on it. The man looked over and saw what was happening, causing his cock to become fully erect. Marianne took your hand and led you to the foot of his cross, picking up the lube that had been used on the dildo on the way. She spread some if it on your hands.

'Work him', she said, 'but keep to one side. It won't take much for him to cum.'

You took hold of his cock and began to masturbate him. You were tempted to take him in your mouth but you were mindful of what Marianne had said and you guessed that the spectators would want to see the act of his spurting his cum into the air.

By now the girl was riding the dildo inside her with enthusiasm and moaning continuously. Another of the men walked up to her and began playing with her clit. It was more than she could stand and she filled the air with cries of mixed pain and pleasure as a massive orgasm subsumed her. Needless to say, the sight and sound had an immediate effect on the man whose cock you had in your hand and you felt the pulses and saw his balls rising and falling as they pumped his seed up the length of his shaft. A spray of cum shot out in a graceful arc and would have fallen to the ground if one of the women hadn't rushed forward and taken it on her breasts and chest.

The girl had sunk down, exhausted, with the dildo firmly embedded in her. She soon had to move, though – staying in one position for too long was simply too uncomfortable – and the man who had placed it there came across and removed the dildo from her.

'I need to pee', the girl whispered in some desperation. The man just nodded and moved away. You could see the girl trying hard to avoid the unavoidable but it was no use. A stream of urine spurted out, some of it jetting forwards but much of it running down her legs – the ultimate humiliation.