The Guest

Now I was getting desperate. I thought about David Keane shoving his huge cock—at least, that's what I envisioned—up my thoroughly drenched pussy. Then I remembered I was in the pink room. Ladies only.

Justine stepped back until she was standing next to me. She put her lips by my ear and whispered, "Isn't this awesome, being able to watch this without fear of interruption?"

I nodded. "It must be very stimulating knowing that you're being watched."

"It's SO much better," she said. I felt her body touch mine. "Take off your top, Rachel."

I knew it was coming eventually. I didn't know how or when, but being told so abruptly...in this place...seemed perfect. I eagerly untied my bikini top and pulled it off. Christine put out her hand and I gave the top to her. At the same time, Justine moved behind me. I had goose bumps when she put her body on mine. Then her hands were touching my breasts.

My breath came in gasps as she massaged my sensitive nipples. Justine compressed my breasts onto my chest, then released them and pinched my nipples again. I thought I was going to cum watching the couple on the bed and feeling my breasts being manipulated by the beautiful redhead.

"You have wonderful tits, Rachel. I want to taste them soon. Please?" Justine was whispering into my ear.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Let me get you naked first."

Justine's hands slid inside the bottom of my bikini. She pulled it down my legs and over my feet. She handed it to Christine and stood behind me again. I noticed the women on the couch looking at me with wide grins. It was the sexiest I ever felt in my life.

Justine put her hands on my ass, then moved them around until she was touching my pussy. One hand sought out my wet opening while the other moved up to my clit. I spread my legs and let her explore me. My entire body shivered when she pressed harder against my aching clit.

"You want me, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You're very pretty. I want to make you cum," Justine said.

I nodded, unable to move or talk as fingers searched out every inch of my pussy. Justine pressed her palm against my clit.

"Oh, God!" I gasped, unable to hold it back.

"Turn around and take off my suit, Rachel."

I would do anything to get her hands away from me before I came like a teenager before even hitting the bed. I faced Justine and took off her top. Her small breasts rose from her chest in a very erotic way. Christine was much bigger, but these were sexy in their own right. After a few seconds, I kneeled down and removed Justine's bikini bottom. A narrow strip of reddish brown hair rose from above her clit. Otherwise, she was completely shaven, much like me.

I stood back up and waited for more orders. They came in the way of a long, passionate kiss. It took me by surprise, but nothing surprised me more than my response. I put my hands on Justine's ass, pulled her toward me, and kissed her back with as much, or more, enthusiasm than I'd ever kissed anybody before. Our tongues darted in and out; our hands caressed each other; and our pussies rubbed against each other in frantic desire.

I wanted Justine so bad I couldn't stand it. Nor did I care who was there to watch.

Justine and I fell onto the empty bed, still holding each other tightly. It only took us a second or two to turn ourselves around so that we were squarely in the middle of the narrow bed. I rolled until I was on top of Justine. Then I dove for her breasts, nearly mad in my desire to have her.

My mouth enveloped the tip of her left breast. My tongue instantly found her nipple and I began licking her. Then I moved my lips around her bright pink nipple and sucked on it, pulling it up at the same time.

"Yes! Oh God, Rachel. Yes! Suck my tit!"

I used my hand to push it into my mouth before moving over and doing the same thing with her other breast. Her moans combined with those from the other bed, where the women were obviously close to cumming. I sucked on Justine's breasts until both nipples were double their normal size.

That's when Justine used her legs to roll me off and turn me onto my back.

"It's time for you to cum," she told me.

I watched her red head glide past my stomach and between my legs. I spread them for her just as her hands touched the inside of my thighs. I thought about what Christine had said about her—the fact she knew what buttons to press. I was about to find out.

Justine got on her knees, pinned her hair behind her ears and lowered her face to my pussy. The delay that followed was agonizing. Where was she going to touch me? How long could I hold out before cumming?

Then I felt it...Justine's tongue...between the folds of skin protecting my pussy. I twitched at her touch. She put her hands on my hips to hold me in place while she began to explore me with her mouth. I was wet and I knew she could taste me. God, I needed to cum.

On the other bed, moans had turned into muffled shrieks as orgasms got closer. Just as I started to concentrate on them, I felt Justine's tongue spread apart the opening to my pussy. Like a finger, it began to probe the entrance. Then, like a cock, it entered me.

"Deeper. Deeper, please!" I begged.

Justine put her hands on my ass, lifted me off the bed, and drove her tongue seemingly as far into me as any cock had ever been. But she did something no cock could ever do. She used the tip of her tongue to explore the top, sides and bottom of my pussy. Areas no cock could ever touch were discovered.

"Oh God, Justine. There! Yes. There!"

Above my own cries, the women next to us each came with screams of pleasure. I listened to them moan and groan and beg for more. I was only able to see the face of one woman, buried in the pussy of the other. But the look in her eyes...the moans of joy while she came...the movement of her tongue against the other woman all excited me.

Then Justine's tongue began to fuck me with rapid jabs. My mind was quickly back on my own pleasure. I opened my eyes long enough to see everybody in the room watching us. Watching me! Watching me having sex with a beautiful woman.

I put my hand on the back of Justine's head, pulling her closer. I never wanted her tongue to leave my pussy. But it did, and just when I was about to beg her to put it back, I felt it on my clit. Her entire mouth was on my clit.

"Fuck! Fuck, Justine. I'm gonna cum!"

She didn't say a word. She just kept sucking on my clit and assaulting it with her tongue.

"Now! I'm cumming!"

I raised my hips higher, forced my pussy against Justine's face and started to cum. I'm normally in total control when I cum, but not this time. My head was spinning, I couldn't breathe right and I lost control over the incoherent sounds coming out of my mouth. I clutched at the covers with my hands and hung on as each wave of my orgasm shot through my body.

When I thought I was almost done, Justine reached up and squeezed one of my nipples. New shockwaves went straight to my pussy and my orgasm continued. She repeated that until I found myself trying to back away from her tongue, desperately trying to make it stop. Yet, each lick of my clit made me cum some more.

Justine only stopped when I collapsed on the bed, unable to resist any more.

I looked down at her. She was bent over the end of the bed, her ass up in the air. I couldn't understand why she wasn't moving at first. Then I realized that Christine's face was between Justine's legs.

Justine threw her head back, mumbled something I couldn't understand, and began to cum. It was so cool to watch another woman cum from where I was. Justine's hair swung wildly as she came harder and harder. I saw Christine's hands on her breasts, squeezing them roughly. Justine cried out for more.

After another minute or so, Justine crumpled onto the bed, her head resting on my pussy. So THAT was what the pink room was all about, I thought.

I rolled off the bed and found my bikini. As Justine and I were dressing, another pair of women was taking our place. I doubted that either one would feel as good as I did after just experiencing Justine O'Toole.

"Wow," Christine said. "That was awesome. Was it as good as it looked?"

"Better," I admitted.

"Will you come back?" Justine asked me.

"If I'm invited."

"I'm inviting you," she said with a grin.

We left the pink room and strolled back into the crowd. I had lost all sense of time, but it must have been long enough for the party to progress nicely. Nearly all the women in the house were topless and groping of all forms was prevalent in every room. Sex was apparently limited to the many bedrooms and dens in the house, but the grabbing of tits, ass and cocks had no boundaries.

"I need a drink," Christine said above the din of the crowd.

"Me, too." The session with Justine had pretty much wiped out the effects of my first drink.

We managed to find a bar, ordered margaritas and mingled some more. I let Christine lead the way and she took us to a gigantic family room. At least it had empty chairs. It felt good to sit and relax.

We were approached by a couple really fine guys in the first fifteen minutes, but kindly begged off from any activities with them. They didn't need to know we'd just exhausted ourselves in the pink room. But nearly an hour of talking and watching couples making out put us back in the 'mood'. Maybe the margaritas had something to do with it, too.

"I think we should head downstairs," Christine said during a lull in our conversation.

"Didn't you say it gets a little crazy down there?"

"C'mon, Rachel. You're not going to wimp out on me are you?" she asked with a concerned look.

"I'm just kidding. I just wanted to make sure it would be worth my time to go."

"Oh, trust me. It will be worth your time," she said.

"Then let's go."

I relied, once again, on Christine to guide us there. Apparently the basement was a routine stomping ground of hers because she took us straight to the door. The stairway led us to a finished area that looked better than anywhere in my condo. There were couches on three of the four walls, as well as end tables and a big screen TV. About a half dozen people were in the room, all of whom knew Christine.

I was introduced to the group and welcomed by all. Surprisingly—at least to me—was the fact everybody was completely dressed. Yes, they had rather tiny bathing suits on, but the suits were ON.

Just then, a door across from us was opened and a young couple entered the room. While the door was open, a woman's screams could be heard. They weren't screams of pain, but I didn't immediately recognize them as screams of pleasure, either.

Christine looked over at me and smiled. "You ready?"

I nodded.

As we passed the young couple, I noticed the girl's hair was messed up and beads of sweat were on her brow. Yet, she smiled at us. Was I really ready for this?

We went through the door and closed it behind us. I couldn't believe what I saw. A huge room was filled, like a gym, with every conceivable sexual device. There were tables, benches, chairs, chains hanging from the walls, ropes hanging from the ceiling...you name it. On one table, a naked woman was stretched out on her back, her arms and legs fastened at each corner. Two men hovered over her, one at her breasts and one at her pussy. The one at her breasts had a gadget of some type he was rubbing against her nipples. The other guy was inserting something into the 'victim's' gaping pussy. Her writhing body and plaintive moans were ignored by the men.

Against the opposite wall, another naked woman was being fastened to metal handcuffs. The man with her was also naked and his erection confirmed the enjoyment HE was getting out of it.

"Well? Want to stay?" Christine asked.

"Hell yes," I said. I pointed to the woman on the table. "This is about to get good."

Both men were now stroking their cocks, pointing them at the woman's breasts and pussy. I was hypnotized by the scene and wasn't about to look away until they were done. Within a minute, the guy by her chest grunted, laid his cock on her tit, and shot load after load of cum all over her. Soon afterward, her pussy and stomach were being covered with layers of cum from the other guy.

When I thought he was done, he plunged his cock inside the woman and fucked her wildly. In no time at all, she was squealing with delight as she, too, got to cum.

"Wow," I said almost to myself.

"I know," Christine said. "Isn't this fun?"

We started walking across the room. Three men and a woman entered from another door and Christine immediately put her hand in the air.

"Roy! Hey, Roy. Come here," she yelled.

A middle-aged man with hair graying around the temples approached us with a bigger than normal smile. "Christine. Finally. I was wondering where you were at?"

"I've been showing Rachel around. Rachel, this is Roy."

We shook hands. This had to be Roy the toy guy, I assumed. "Hi."

"Hi," he said, looking me over. "Christine, you always have the most beautiful friends."

I thanked him, at the same time wondering how many 'beautiful friends' Christine must have brought to these parties.

"Isn't she a babe?" Christine asked the man. "I promised her I'd bring her down to meet you."

Roy gazed at me with a more serious look this time. "So, Rachel. What's your favorite fantasy?"

I was a little stunned by his question, not sure how to respond. "Do you mean sexual fantasy?"

"Of course," he said.

I thought for a second, adjusting the straps on my bikini to stall for time. "Well, I suppose being held against my will by a group of guys...forced to have sex with them. Like in the middle ages where they kept you in a dungeon or something."

"Bondage?"

"Maybe a little," I admitted. Christine was looking at me with the strangest look on her face. "Another woman would be with me and I'd have to watch them have sex with her, too."

"God, Rachel," Christine said.

Roy beamed with delight. He turned to find the small group he had left to join us. "Paul," he yelled across the room. "Come here."

A muscular man in his mid- to late-thirties walked over to us. He might have been the best looking guy I'd seen all day. "What's up, Roy?"

"This is Rachel and I think you know Christine," Roy said.

Paul smiled knowingly at Christine and said 'Hi' to me.

"They've been bad girls, Paul. We need to take them to the cell."

Just the sound of the word—cell—caused my pulse to speed up.

"A little punishment might do them good," Roy said.

"Let's do it," Paul said, moving behind me.

Suddenly, my hands were pulled behind my back and were locked tightly within Paul's grasp. Roy did the same to Christine. Then we were led towards another door. My breasts pushed against the lightweight material of my bikini, threatening to burst free because of my arms being held behind me. When we got to the door, Paul easily held both of my wrists in one hand while pushing the door open with the other.

We entered a much darker room; dark enough that it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. When they did I realized I was in a room the likes of which I had never seen before. Amazingly, it looked very much like the dungeons I had imagined my whole life. The walls were rough and unfinished; round metal hooks protruded from several different levels; and chains hung ominously in the corners. More devices were spaced evenly throughout the smallish chamber. I couldn't immediately determine what their uses were. That scared me a little.

The door slammed behind us and I jumped.

"Welcome to the cell, ladies," Roy announced. "How long you stay here is totally up to you. Let us do what we want and you'll be free soon. You may try to struggle...you may try to escape...but that will only add to your punishment."

He let the intent of his words sink in. Then he said to Paul, "We'll need help with these two. Let's get them secured, then call in some of the guys."

So my wish had come true. But would it be like I imagined?

"You won't be needing this top," Paul said to me just before yanking on the string in the back that formed the bow holding it together. Even before the material could slide off my breasts, he was pulling the top over my head and off my arms, which he had released. I barely had time to look around when he grabbed me again, shoving me towards a wall at the same time.

"Turn around," he ordered.

He let go and I swiveled to face him. I saw Christine next to me, also topless. My left arm was pulled hard enough that I stumbled in that direction. Then my hand was raised and quickly clamped inside a metal constraint. It clicked shut with an awful sound. Paul walked in front of me with no emotion on his face. My other hand was secured and I hung helplessly from the wall.

Then it was Christine's turn. She was led to something that looked like a gymnastics vault, only it was rounded on top and thickly padded. Roy stretched out her arms on one side and tied them to a set of legs under the vault. Paul was behind Christine and pulled off the rest of her bikini.

"You look very inviting, Christine," Paul said, slapping her lightly on the ass. "But we have to deal with your cute friend first."

He came over to me and stood very close. His eyes looked down at my half-naked body. "Very nice," he said. "It's going to be a shame to...well, you know."

My heart pounded as he kneeled down and pulled on my bikini bottom. When he had it off, he stood back up and put his hands on my breasts. They were cold and hard against my nipples. That only heightened the sensation and sent stronger ripples down to my pussy. I watched him bend over and place his mouth over top of my left breast. His tongue and lips began to work on my nipple before moving over to my other breast. I tried not to moan...tried not to give him the satisfaction. But his hands were all over me and I wanted more.

"I'll be back, Rachel. It's time to bring in the reinforcements," Paul said. He pinched my nipple, saw the reaction on my face, and turned to walk out of the room.

Roy was opening a metal cabinet in the far corner. I couldn't see what was inside, but a moment later he closed the doors and came towards Christine and me. He was carrying something in each hand.

"So you want to be forced to have sex with other guys, Rachel. Until the 'other guys' get here, you'll have to rely on my toys. I brought two of my favorites. You can tell me which one you like the best."

Once he got close enough, I could make out what was in his hands. The first looked like a flashlight, except it had a ball-like head that was substantially bigger than the shaft. The other 'toy' appeared to be the rubber cast from a very large cock. In the dim light it looked extremely realistic—just huge.

He set aside the dildo and turned the other object around in his hand so that he was looking at its base. A flick of his finger resulted in a barely audible humming sound...and a wry smile on his face.

"Just hang on and enjoy it, Rachel. All your fantasies are about to come true."

Roy positioned the toy directly in front of my right breast. The humming was definitely louder now. I gasped when he put the large head on my nipple. The vibrating sensation generated ripples of electricity through every nerve in my body.

Roy moved the object around my entire breast, always coming back to the most sensitive part—the nipple. Then he worked on the other breast and new shockwaves rolled through me. I had my eyes closed, but opened them quickly when I heard men's voices from the doorway.

Paul had brought two guys back with him. I didn't recognize either one from earlier, but my first impression was favorable. If they wanted to ravish my naked body it would be OK with me.

"Ah, good," Roy said. "Now we can get started."

I wondered what he thought we'd been doing so far. Then I concentrated again on his wonderful toy and what it was doing to my breasts.