Hannah's Coronation

Months of discussion, research and vetting, by her husband Bob, of potential subjects had led up to this moment. Ever since that Stepping Stones weekend with Joe and Samantha, a new light had shone in Hannah; one of expectation and anticipation. And if that heady mix of feeling had not been enough over the months, it was certainly enough now to set her nipples tingling and her juices to dampen her labia as she waited upstairs.

Gone, she hoped, was the shy, guilt-laden woman her mother had turned her into. Gone was the collection of doubts about what this might do to her marriage. Gone was the slightly-curious-but-scared-to-try persona that had been hers throughout her teens and twenties. At least, she hoped it was gone; as did Bob.

They had met when Hannah was twenty-seven and Bob twenty-nine. One year of dating and five years of marriage had led to them to this night, via The Stepping Stones some months earlier. What a weekend of awakening that had been.

Since that weekend and despite its profound effect on them, they had still, to be fair, talked more than acted-on the idea of her 'cheating'. But they had experimented with her spending the night with two different male friends and telling Bob about it when she got home. Bob loved it; as did Hannah, but had yet to achieve true comfortable acceptance of the fact that she loved it.

With some patience, it has to be said, on Bob's part, they had moved onto the idea of him watching. At the two friend's houses, she had surprised herself by how fully and eagerly she had engaged with the experience; successfully shrugging off the taboos that had beset most of her young adulthood and letting her lust run riot through her. But she wasn't sure if she could act with such abandon with her husband actually watching. Despite everything thus far, she still struggled to freely admit that... she loved fucking other men.

Although disbelieving and fearful at first, she come to accept and trust in the fact that Bob didn't simply want to get some kick out of her being with other men. He wanted her to experience the power she could feel by doing so.

It had been a strange concept at first but that aspect of it all had led to a growing interest in taking two - or maybe more - guys at once. The stories they had both listened to, in awe, at The Stepping Stones meeting had stoked a fire. Igniting it for real though had still proven to be a stumbling block.

Until tonight.

She heard the doorbell go several times and strong male voices as Bob welcomed his successful candidates into their home.

She examined herself in the mirror once more. Roman-style sandals on her feet, laced a little way up her calves. Her slender legs were otherwise bare until they met the leather strands hanging down from a belt which formed the impression of a pleated skirt, until she moved and they parted to reveal more flesh. At the sides, any observer would have noticed that she wore no knickers.

Her waist and tummy were already naked, exposing her belly-button, decorated with a small sapphire piercing. Her firm 34 DD breasts were, as yet, still hidden, though with a tantalising amount of their flesh showing either side of her nipples.

The top was blue like an azure mist; gossamer-like fabric which she had chosen from a local, upmarket, adult boutique. The colour darkened the closer to the middle of each breast, teasing and tempting curiosity as to how she would look when it was removed by untying delicate strings at the back.

Lightly covering all this was a translucent pale yellow gown that hung beautifully from her square, wonderfully feminine shoulders. Bob loved how, when she had danced that night with her arms around the neck of her first additional lover, the hunching to reach him and her hair hanging down her back had made her look so helplessly full of wanting.

Topping everything was a discreet, slim tiara which held her lengthy dark brown hair from her beautiful face. Another sapphire-coloured stone shone from the middle of it.

As Bob had helped her dress in readiness for the arrival of her subjects, he had told her that she looked like an empress. As she heard the doorbell chime again, she finally began feeling like one.

Presently, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and the door gently opened.

"They are ready and waiting for you, My Love," Bob told her.

Breathing deeply, flicking her head regally, then exhaling slowly and calmly, she merely nodded.

In the lounge, drinks, bowls of fruit and snacks were laid out on the long coffee table a little way in front of the sumptuous sofa. At one end, ninety degrees from the sofa was a matching armchair, placed some feet back. Bob had dimmed the main light and an oil lamp shone slow-moving and morphing shapes onto the ceiling and walls.

With the air of the empress she had become, she descended the stairs, her hand held out and supported by her consort, who then guided her to the armchair and only let go when she was comfortably seated. She crossed her legs, the leather strands parting and exposing one leg right up to the hip. She rested her arms on the chair's and took a deep breath again.

"Show them in," she said to Bob. "One by one," she added, still not knowing how many he had found for her.

"Yes, my love," he replied and went to the closed door leading to the kitchen.

The first was led through by Bob and he stood at the end of the low table, dressed only in a thong and with the number '1' on a white square card hanging from his neck. Strong arms and legs led into a fine torso. Hannah guessed he must either have a quite physical job, or went to the gym often.

He smiled and bowed slightly as she inspected him from this distance at first.

"Next," she said simply and Number One was soon joined by Number two standing beside him. They both looked equally manly, albeit in different ways. 'Two' was less muscular than 'One' but still had a fine figure and collar-length wavy blond hair, complemented by steely blue eyes.

She gave them an approving smile. Already, she was picturing what it was going to be like sandwiched between them and her nipples tingled at the thought of what they would do for her. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden realisation that Bob was still waiting for her to ask for another to be led in.

"Are there more?" she asked Bob.

"Yes, My Love," Bob told her.

Somewhere inside, she started trembling slightly. Despite fantasising about this with two, perhaps three men attending to her while Bob watched. and even discussing it some nights as they had sex together... here was reality. And...

'Bloody hell,' she said in her head. 'Exactly how many has he brought for me?' she wondered.

The trembling became such that she had to fight to hide it as Number Three was led in. Sure that this must be it, she looked questioningly at Bob who she found merely awaiting further instruction.

She beckoned him over and whispered in his ear. "Are there still more?"

"Yes, My love," he answered.

Her heart leapt when she realised he was indeed poised to move to the door again.

"Bring them all in now," she told him and moments later, that leap had become a loud thumping in her chest as nine fine-looking specimens of male-ness stood gazing in her direction, respectfully awaiting her orders.

They were mostly tall, all in good shape and a mix of ethnicity. Since her awakening, she had fantasised about finding a well-hung black guy for Bob to watch her with. She had even masturbated in front of him as she described imagining his long, thick cock disappearing into her silky-white, neatly trimmed pussy.

However, that had still only ever been a fantasy. But now... 'God above! This is actually going to happen!' she shouted inside her head.

Numbers Four and Eight looked every inch the perfect guys to help her fulfil that particular wish; their thongs bulging to ripping point. She feasted her eyes on them but was also pleased - very pleased - with the whole array of masculinity before her.

"Help yourselves to drinks," was all she could think of to say, waving them towards the sofa and cushions. Despite all the conversations and fantasising that had gone before, the reality - not to mention the sheer numbers - suddenly felt quite daunting and yet, also fascinating and thrilling. Bob thought he could sense some reticence in her and, as the men chose drinks, sought to re-assure her.

"Say the word, My Love, and I will send them all away, or just some of them or..."

"No," she interrupted. "I'm just a little overwhelmed by the number but," she said looking him directly in the eye and finding her sense of power once again, "I want them."

Her nervousness evaporated and she spoke again. "Number five," she said and a ruggedly handsome face with salt and pepper hair turned to her. "Bring me some fruit, if you would, please."

"Sit here," she told him, patting the arm of the chair as he arrived. He obeyed without hesitation, as he did when she merely opened her mouth to receive the first segment, looking up into his eyes. The others talked quietly but watched as he fed her the first small piece then took one of his fingers in her mouth as he presented the second one, still holding his gaze with her eyes.

Releasing him again, she bade numbers Seven and Nine over to sit at her feet and remove her sandals. Their immediate compliance and her bare feet making contact with their chests caused an instant stiffening of her nipples. Unsure what she may want next, Seven and Nine both just started gently massaging her feet and calves, looking at her in case she wanted something different.

Four and Two approached, encouraged by Hannah's welcome of the touch and took a hand each from either side of her. Five continued to feed her.

The sensations running through her intensified drastically. Disbelief welled up in her heart. 'Surely this can't really be happening?' she thought to herself.

But it was.

Realising how tense she had become again, she took two deep, long breaths in an effort to relax. The four hands massaging her extremities focussed on increasing their attentiveness and she felt the effect spreading to the rest of her.

Her pussy was getting wetter by the second.

She motioned with her feet for Seven and Nine to spread her legs wider. The thrill of knowing this would expose her bare pussy to the men was such that she nearly came but fought to keep it from showing, biting her lip and then beckoning One to kneel between her outstretched, supported legs. A moment later, he was there.

She pulled her hands away from their masseurs and held One's face a moment, exploring his five o'clock shadow and studying his eyes. Then she pulled him towards her and welcomed his kiss and the feel of his torso touching hers. Two, Three, Six and Eight watched from further back as the eight hands and one mouth built her passion steadily.

"Taste my pussy," she suddenly ordered of One. "Then come back and kiss me again."

"Certainly, My Lady," he answered.

Edging away from her mouth, her feet were held wider still by Seven and Nine. One gently pulled her backside to the very edge of the chair's cushion, bent down and blew gently on her labia, causing her to squirm with pleasure and wantonly desire his tongue.

That desire was met a few seconds later as she felt him lick slowly between her folds and then push his tongue into her wetness. Her head dropped backwards but was caught by Eight who had moved quietly behind her chair. He held her so she could watch One licking her without straining to keep her head there.. Five was still ever at the ready in case she wanted more fruit.

The maleness surrounding and supporting her was every bit as intoxicating as One's tongue so expertly exploring her folds and within a few minutes her orgasm begged to make a more public appearance this time. Eight kept her head from falling back and she watched her body shaking as she came into One's mouth. He moaned appreciatively, sending an extra vibration into her clitoris and her first orgasm was followed seconds later by another, albeit gentler, one.

"Oh God!" she gasped as she subsided and went limp for a time. One slowly withdrew his lips from her mound and bent over her to kiss her, as ordered. Tasting herself on his lips sent her giddy and she kissed hum firmly back, savouring her own juices on his tongue.

"Who would you like next, My Lady?" he asked.

Her nipples sprang to attention as the decadence at being so royally served filled her. She scanned the waiting faces but then decided on something else.

"No," she said. "Not yet. First, I want you all to line up again."

The men obeyed and stood with hands clasped deferentially behind themselves. Hannah wandered up and down the line like a General, taking in a closer-look at their faces; stroking their cheeks and lips with a finger. She turned to Bob who had been watching from the bottom step of the stairs.

"You've chosen well," she acknowledged.

"Thank you, My Love," he answered.

"But now... I want to see if the rest of them matches their good looks," she said and reached for One's bulging thong.

"Oh my!" she breathed as his magnificent member sprang from its confines, already engorged and now straightening. She instantly wanted to know how it would feel inside her and could easily have laid down and had him fuck her right there and then but reminded herself that there was time for that. She took a deep breath again, took hold of him in her hands and started to stroke slowly up and down the shaft.

She then dropped to her knees.

Far from feeling submissive, as had always been the case in such a position, she looked his cock up and down as she stroked, wanting to know everything about this gorgeous flesh and how it was going to feel when he pushed it inside her. Her juices were in full flow again.

Bob watched on as she began kissing the head and licking up and down the sides, exploring under the head before slowly sucking his full length into her mouth. One's eyes were tight shut and his mouth hung open as Hannah fed of him. Then suddenly, she stopped and stood up, still with One's cock in her hand.

"All of you, thongs off," she ordered and seconds later the earlier decadence flooded through her and left her giddy for a moment.

'God, almighty!' she panted inside her head. 'They are all mine!' she shouted within as she drank in the sight of nine erections, all with the shared purpose of serving her.

One by one, kneeling and moving between them on all fours all down the line, she fed on the abundance of fleshy cock while Bob watched on, moved almost to tears. His beloved; the most precious thing in his life whom he adored more than he thought possible was shining with pleasure as she savoured the taste of all nine with such relish.

She then told them all to sit down on the sofa and keep themselves hard. Four of them managed to fill the sofa while both arms seated two more. The last three sat on the armchair arms and cushion.

"Bob. Come here please," Hannah said as she admired the line of erections. "Undress me for them."

Bob stood behind her and unclasped the belt holding her strand-skirt and unwrapped her hips and sex. Their eyes feasting on her sent a surge of lusty pride through her and she had to catch her breath. Cocks twitched here and there and their owners paused strokes to avoid spoiling the moment. After being raised to be modest and careful, Hannah's new sense of desirability brought tears to her eyes. And juices to her sex.

She felt Bob untie the bra ties at the back and drape them over her shoulder. She let the fabric fall to the floor for Bob to retrieve, clasping her hands to her ample breasts as they got free. Slowly revealing herself, she watched the men's reaction as she pushed up her orbs to lick her own nipples, smiling into their eyes in turn. Being as naked as they were... and being the epicentre of the growing sexual energy filling the room was thrilling beyond belief.

The men's breathing was deepening and mouths were open as they admired her form. Then, one by one she went and stood with her back to each man, peered at him over her shoulder, then leant forwards and bent her knees to take just the head of each cock in her pussy.

Bob could not believe his eyes. As sure as he had been that she was finally prepared to try this, he'd never realised how she deeply she would immerse into the experience. A beautiful light of huge power shone out of her as she teased each cock with just a few gyrations of her hips with each cock-head just inside her pussy.

After the last torment, she stood and scanned the line of glistening members, loving the fact that her juices were giving them that sheen. She then walked to stand in front of the middle of the sofa.

"Everyone stand please," she requested. They did so.

"Gather round me," she ordered and they moved closer into her.

Standing naked and completely enveloped in male nakedness, the scent of their precum wafting up at her, caused her knees to go weak. But a procession of torsos pressed against hers from all sides and held her steady as kisses, licks and sucks showered her in a dizzying cascade of bliss.

Two mouths shared her breasts and nipples. One was again delving into her soaking labia and throbbing clitoris; licking and gently nibbling her. Two licked up and down her legs. She couldn't keep track of who was where but also felt two on her back, one of which was licking his way to between her buttocks, all the way to her anus.

A delicious confusion ran riot throughout her whole being as sensation after sensation flew around her body, colliding and rebounding to and from every mouth, every tongue and every erection pressed firmly against her. Even with the feel of carpet under her feet, she felt as if she were floating above it; just enough contact to keep her from flying off into space.

"Hold me up," she told them after a time. "Then use your lips and tongues to explore me," she said.

They became bearers. She draped an arm around two men's shoulders and nine pairs of hands positioned themselves on her sides, back, legs and head and she felt their instinctive synchronicity raise her to shoulder-height and parallel to the floor, whereupon she let her arms fall straight out to the sides.

Her eyes followed the languidly gliding globules of light the oil lamp was projecting onto the ceiling as mouths and tongues did their best to leave no inch of her body unattended to. Hands exchanged places as one mouth after another found her nipples and pleased them, while other tongues delved into her soaking wet pussy.

What she would only be able to describe later as a flying orgasm grew inside her.

"Oh fuck! Keep hold of me!" she cried out. "I'm going to come!"

Her nipples became so stiff she thought they might fly off her. Her whole body tensed to a point of almost total rigidity as the mouths serving her grew more frenzied in their exploration. At last she surrendered to the feelings and her orgasm exploded throughout her, making her scream with ecstasy.

The hands admirably held onto her as her body flailed with its force and one lucky mouth - she did not know who's - took the full force of it. He kept her writhing pussy locked against his lips as the wave tore through her and stayed until it slowly subsided over at least five minutes.

"Lower me down again but keep holding me," she finally said.

Gently and with ultimate deference, they brought her back to earth, smoothly adopting seated positions and interlocking their legs on which she could rest. She was still breathing deeply as arms wrapped her in safety. She clung to them, eyes closed, drinking in their scents.