Chapter 6

“Alright, folks ... it’s time to select the first ... victim for the first gang-bang today, the one to precede breakfast. Let’s go with ... Lola!” I chose the sultry Italian lady, who blew kisses to everyone present as she eagerly took her spot among us.

I was very pleased when Talia didn’t even hesitate to suck my cock for several seconds to fluff me, my wife making it apparent that she loved the taste of Rosa’s juices on me. Rosa giggled before she got to work sucking on Pandit, her love for him undeniable as she looked up at him with those soft brown eyes of hers. We all knew what was up. We were about to make our attempts to breed Lola. I grinned as I looked to see who would fluff Hung, Lola’s intended, since it wouldn’t be her. I didn’t have to look far, seeing that Bianca and Aletheia shared him, which had to balm any wounded, jealous pride that might still co-exist with the likely compersion.

When I was good and ready, I slid inside Lola, removed the handcuffs from Chuck and placed them on her (with Collette’s aid), and she flinched for about a second before she started to get into the act. She moaned and bucked her hips with a fury, taking as much of me inside her as she conceivably (pun intended) might. I slapped her delectable bottom on every other stroke, making it obvious to all and sundry who was in charge of the fun and games. I was back in the saddle in every sense of the phrase that counted, of course. It didn’t hurt when Talia knelt behind Lola and began rimming her with obvious enthusiasm.

I knew what I wanted from this encounter ... I wanted Lola to get bred, to do her natural duty of procreating for the greater good, and to be one of the maternal ancestors of the future generations of the Family Way. I wanted her to fulfill her proper destiny and bear fruit, as she clearly wished to do, anyway. In other words, I wanted her to have a baby or two from this gang-bang incident. If the first one was mine, that would be a bonus, but it was hardly necessary, of course. Hung Chan would claim it in any case, after all, whoever it was.

I kissed the sleek, olive-skinned body of my lover as I rammed her harder and longer on every stroke. My every thrust filled and stretched her gash, putting her through her paces the same as Rosa did with me last night. Every last movement of her bucking hips, her curving arch of a back, her sweet, delectable ass (still being eaten out by my wife), her small, but perky breasts, all of these took me in to the fullest, far more than in the past. This was Lola playing the role of the femme fatale to the hilt, the succubus at the zenith of her sexual power. She was Eros in its feminine rather than masculine guise, a fertility goddess at this juncture in terms of her ethos and her aura.

As Lola creamed herself on me, I completely lost all self-control and exploded inside her amazing, sensual body, filling her up with my creamy goo. I emptied my balls of every spurt in their stores, like arrows released in haste from the quiver by a mighty longbow or composite bow. I must have splattered her depths with so much of my seed that she would resemble a cannoli or something like that. As I withdrew from Lola, I placed kisses along her lower spine and slapped her bottom in case she forgot who was truly in command in her moment of ecstatic glory.

“Spiro, go for it, cousin. Then it will be Sam, Pandit, Chuck, and finally, Hung. He has to reclaim her, and that requires him to be last in the sequence to do it properly. Then we shall eat our breakfast, of course, and recover for a bit. Man shall not live by orgies alone, right?” I smiled as we watched Spiro giving an enthusiastic Lola what she truly wanted, of course.

I also grinned as I watched Janet spreading Lola’s cheeks to rim her while Spiro screwed her brains out. It was a truly delicious sight, one of a happily married woman licking another woman’s ass while her husband pounded the hell out of the second woman’s juicy twat. The fact that Lola was not only handcuffed, but enjoyed that fact, winking back at us only added to the fun. Meanwhile, Talia made out with me and let me taste Lola’s butt on her tongue. The combination of flavors was pretty sweet, at least to me.

When Lola creamed herself openly and Spiro spilled his load inside her, I reminded Sam that it was his turn, not that he needed much encouragement. Amy, who had been sucking his dick to fluff him, now eagerly went over to Lola and took advantage of the chance to rim the Italian cutie to her heart’s content. Lola, still handcuffed, moaned with obvious delight as she experienced yet again the potent combo of a cock inside her cunt and a tongue up her ass. She bucked her hips with every last stroke, already creaming herself a lot by now. It was clear that being the center of attention and the object of so much lust delighted her to her very core.

“I think that it’s safe to say that these wet wipes come in handy for rimjobs!” Talia winked at me as she brought up just how clean the ladies were back there ... thankfully so.

No one wanted to get dysentery, after all.

“It’s also safe to say that at least some of us ladies will come back from this retreat with a bun or two in the oven. Then again, that’s the idea here, isn’t it, well, aside from the sheer pleasure of the gang-bang itself. I hope that I get to run a train today, too,” Janet blurted before planting a kiss on her husband, and then on Talia, followed by me.

“Are you volunteering for one?” I teased her now while my right hand roamed her body and my left did the same with my wife’s.

“Sure, if your plans are still in flux,” Janet winked at me while making out with Spiro, Talia, and me.

“Sufficiently so. I’ll definitely find a slot for you today, ginger snap!” I told her while Bianca and Aletheia began sucking my cock to taste Lola on me, “yeah, you’ll be the second one of the day. The third will be Amy.”

Amy couldn’t help but give me two thumbs up before resuming the analingus. Lola moaned all over again as Sam pushed deeper inside her gash. If Spiro and I found her wet and ready, that was even truer of Sam, who had a seriously soaked twat engulfing his prick by now. If the song was true, that whatever Lola wanted, Lola got, it must have meant this one in particular or something, because she was absolutely thrilled to be taken that way. She pulled that train like nobody’s business, moving her hips with impossible excitement and arousal as she welcomed her third man of the day inside her flesh.

Already a bundle of nerves, pleasure signals, and goosebumps, Lola finally roared out an orgasm that would make a lioness proud. She clenched so tightly on Sam that he looked panicked for a hot minute, and then shivered as he expelled every last drop from his sack. His fresh load of hot jizz leaked down her thighs toward her calves and she collapsed for a second while he withdrew from her gooey chasm. There were certainly plenty of swimmers to bombard her cervix and lay siege to her eggs. If she didn’t get knocked up from this, she would have to be on the wrong end of the cycle.

That was when Talia freaked out for a second. She looked down at her snatch and saw blood coming out. The look on her face made it apparent. She was on her period. Well, that clarified one thing. She was on the rag and I was surprised that she was in as good of a mood as she was, given that fact. Then again, maybe being with so many friends and lovers helped out with that situation, as did the alcohol, weed, swimming, hiking, etc. She put up her hands and shrugged, as if to say, “I lost track of my cycle, I’ve been having so much fun.”

“That reminds me ... I might be PMSing a little bit, now that I think of it, though my cycle is a bit irregular at times. I kinda forgot, anyway, due to the good times. Thank you guys for that. I’ve never had this phase be such fun for me. It’s usually dark moods, sappy movies, irritability, and loads of kettle corn!” Collette laughed at herself now.

“Girl, I feel ya on that!” Janet high-fived Collette for a second on that and hugged her a bit.

“That’s okay ... I’m pretty sure that I was fertile that first night. I’m very likely to have Martin’s baby. No joke there,” Aletheia told me as she stopped sucking me for a second.

“Excellent news. And Talia, you know very well that I understand enough to know that I don’t understand your cycle. I’ll take your word for it. Anyway, you’re on the rag, so be it. That does give me a better way to plan for some of this. It gives me more useful information about it, if you will,” I explained, “now, who was next again? Pandit. Go for it, buddy!”

Pandit, who had been enjoying Rosa’s oral favors, eagerly approached a very drenched Lola and entered her sleek body from behind. Rosa emulated the other ladies gladly and started rimming Lola with her usual enthusiasm, making Lola gasp with even more excitement as she felt every thrust of Pandit inside her slit. The closer he got to bottoming out inside her, the more she bucked her hips and pushed her sweet ass against his girlfriend’s tongue. Talia got a rather mischievous idea and rubbed her bloody snatch against Lola’s face, perhaps testing her attitude about such kinks.

Lola sniffed and darted her tongue thirstily inside my wife’s gory cunt, not acting even a little disgusted at the notion of getting her red wings. She dove in and got busy lapping up the bloody mess, even sliding her tongue down toward Talia’s taint to catch anything that might have leaked. My wife practically screamed her orgasm to the skies as she held Lola’s head in place and thrust her pubic mound against Lola’s lips. It was a very strange, but also very intimate moment that reinforced just how wanton and wild both ladies could be, not that I minded this in the least. Every push of Pandit inside Lola’s gash made her tongue penetrate deeper inside Talia, even as Rosa continued to devour her crack and her puckered ring.

Meanwhile, of course, Bianca and Aletheia worked their magic on my cock, inhaling it several times and swapping duties. When one would tackle the base, the other would work the head and vice versa. It was clear that they loved slobbering all over my dick and I certainly enjoyed their services, which I proved by running my fingers through their glorious heads of hair. The chestnut and the jet-black were quite the delightful contrasts, too, both of them soft as silk in my hands.

I warned them that I was fully hard and the more that they sucked me, the more likely it was that I would cum again, but they reacted to that by working even harder, only to make me splatter all over Bianca’s breasts. Then Aletheia began licking my jizz off Bianca and Talia winked at me, as if to remind me that I could always take a blue pill if it came to that point. More likely, though, I would recover in plenty of time for the next gang-bang. It was certainly quite erotic to watch Aletheia, my likely now pregnant cousin-in-law, clean up all of my spunk off her fiancee’s tits. There was something very sensual in an almost rococo style about the way that these ladies handled that situation.

As this transpired, Lola finally orgasmed so thoroughly in tandem with Talia that Rosa seemed to cum herself from being part of the act! Pandit immediately spurted out the entire contents of his ball sack through his prick and filled her up with her fourth load of the day. I chuckled as I saw just how much jizz now oozed out of Lola’s snatch, not to mention how much blood dripped down her chin. Talia took a photo herself with an old-fashioned Polaroid instant camera, the film capturing the defiant, still handcuffed Lola who evidently enjoyed eating my wife’s bloody gash. Yep, that Italian babe was a truly kinky bitch, but she was lovable that way.

“Hung, baby, please come over and piss down my throat! This will be your last chance before I’m knocked up and it’s too dangerous to do such things to me!” Lola urged her boyfriend to do something rather shocking, even for a libertine (albeit admittedly more recent) like myself.