Chapter 11

Miss Ferguson and I got our party invitations at the office the following day. We looked over the email, and printed off a copy each.

Miss Fergusson said, “Netherton Manor, OK seems straight forward, “To a woman, a man in a tux is as sexy as a woman in slutty underwear is to a man! Is that true?”

“What’s a tux?” I muttered.

“Short for tuxedo.” She said, “We call it a dinner jacket.”

“So men have to be in dinner jackets?” I asked.

“Yes, but look as us women! We have a choice but really a non choice! Under bust basque with hold up stockings, thigh high stockings or stockings and suspenders with a long coat to wear for travelling to protect our modesty!” She leered.

“Basically our cunts are to be on display and available at all times. “Promises promises!” I said.

“Well that seems clear enough! Women to be available for sex at the drop of a hat!” She looked at me her eyebrows arched. “They certainly know how raise a girl’s expectations.”

We laughed. She turned to the computer and printed off the second sheet.

PROGRAMME

Friday

1800 - arrival Champagne

1815 - welcome talk Champagne

1830 - activities

2000 - go as you please wine

2130 – drinks

2030 - dinner

Saturday

0900 - breakfast

1030 - games

1230 - lunch Champagne

1330 - games

1430 - charity activities, drinks of choice

1530 - free time Drinks of choice

1600 - goodbye

“Seems we’re to be pissed most of the time.” I said.

“A promise I will endeavour to realise.” Miss Ferguson said. “But people say that these parties are great if you’ve got an open mind! What are you going to wear?”

I looked at the options again. “I think just hold ups will be best. There’s no telling what we’ll be getting up to.”

“Think I’ll wear a basque or bustier leaving my tits open to the air, but helping with my spreading waist line!”

“Your waist line! You have the body of a woman ten years younger!”

Rob’s dinner jacket went off to the dry cleaners and I bought a pair of stockings with a seam up the back and a wide expansive lace tops. The tops had strong bands securing them firmly to the tops of my thighs.

By 5.30 on the day, we were ready. Not too much make up but with a small repair kit in the pocket of Rob’s coat. At the door I unhooked my false fur coat from the peg and was about to put it on when Rob said, “What’re you doing?”

“Putting my coat on. I’m naked!”

“Get away! You’ll be in the car! No one will see and, anyway what if they do? It was fun in the park wasn’t it?”

I had to admit that it was. “Go and open the car door then so I can just skip across the pavement and slip in.” I peeked around the door and waited until Rob was in the car, with the passenger door open. I hurried out, banged the door behind me, and ran bump! Straight into my next door neighbour.

“Evening Mr Wilson. Can’t stop and chat, I’m in a hurry!” Laughing, I dived into the car deliberately giving him a fine view of my bum, and slid down low in the seat. I waved to him as the car drew away, leaving him stunned and speechless.

We arrived at the manor in good time and parked on the gravel drive, along with other cars. We clearly weren’t the first to arrive. I was rather embarrassed by my nudity when we were met, in the lobby, by a petite blond in a demure, innocent dress. Black with a white, choir boy collar.

“I feel a little under dressed,” I said.

“Welcome!” She said, “Nonsense. I’m an employee not a guest! So nice to see that many of you came without hiding your lingerie under a coat! Come in! Come in! You’re nearly the last. Please take a glass or two from the waiter and go through.” She indicated double doors on the right.

I felt my attire, or lack of it, more appropriate when I saw that the waiter was naked, in white cuffs and a white collar with a bow tie. His cock was half erect and beautiful.

“Lovely isn’t he?” The blonde took hold of the cock and gave it a squeeze. “Just lovely Tim!” She gave him a lovely smile. “Got your Champers? Good through you go and join the others. I must wait for the late comers.”

Rob and I walked through into a large room with a thick luxurious carpet. I glanced quickly round looking for some friends. After a while, I saw Iris Ferguson with Denise Wilson talking to another elegant woman standing with her back to me.

“Hello Iris, Denise, don’t you two look lovely?”

Iris was looking stunning in a black lace bustier which started under her breasts and ended, flaring out from her waist, at her hips. For some reason she looked uncomfortable.

“Are you alright?” I asked. She just nodded.

I glanced at Denise in her silk suspender belt and stockings. She had a small sly smile on her face. Puzzled, I glanced at the third woman and admired her under bust basque. Less frilly than the other women but satin and expensive, in red and black, coupled with black stockings. Her breasts were perky with nipples standing up like thimbles.

I looked at her face without recognition, at the quiet smile and at the beautifully made up eyes then jumped in shock!

“MUM!” I squealed. “MUM!” I realised I was nearly shouting and lowered my voice. “Mum what on earth are you doing here?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I could ask you the same thing Antonia, what are you doing here?”

“I ... I ... I.”

“Exactly, how do you think mother feels when she sees her daughter displaying her body for all to see? The truth is Antonia dear, that we are both here to enjoy a weekend of debauchery! Peter here will confirm that!”

Shit! Peter my stepfather! Oh dear not my stepfather! Hearing his name Peter turned towards us from where he’d been greeting Rob. I felt doubly naked and tried to hide my breasts and cunt.

“Bit late for hiding, Antonia dear. Besides I’ve known Iris and Denise far, far longer than you have! Now what are you going to do? Leave, and deprive me of the chance to get to know my son in law better?”

I was stunned. What to do? I was saved by a loud female voice saying. “Now that we’re all here let’s begin!” It was the demure girl who’d welcomed us to the Manor, but what a change! Entirely naked. No not naked, she stepped onto a small podium turned, and wiggled her bum at us. A horse’s tail flared out and waved behind her. She was wearing a butt plug with a blonde tail attached.

“See, tits and cunt bare? I’m obeying the rules.” She giggled and faced us. I was shocked at the change in her. Two men in cuffs, collar and bow tie joined her on the stage. “My name it Kitty and this is Tim.” She faced to the left. Turning to the other she said, “And this is Tim too. In fact all of the waiters are called Tim. Even the girls. We find it easier that way.”

Giving us a sly grin she took hold of Tim’s cock and started masturbating him. “I’ve got some important things to say to you. The waiters and waitresses are available with one proviso. You may not stop them performing their duties. A quick grope in passing of a girl’s twat, or a lick of a boy’s cock is fine, but not a fuck if they are trying to get somewhere in a hurry, and they usually are!”

She looked down at Tim’s cock which was oozing nicely. “The next thing I want to bring up is largely for the ladies. I suspect that many of the men here can achieve orgasm several times in the evening, even two, or even three off one erection. Look!”

Tim was getting really close, his stomach was heaving and he began firing ropes of cum onto the floor. “Oh! Oh! The carpet! I get wrong if I mess up the carpet!” She made a bit of a comedy trying to catch it and failing but maintained a steady tugging as the sperm spurted and dribbled but the erection didn’t falter. “See, Tim can just keep going, but ladies, not every man here can. There is nothing worse than looking forward to an hour or two of naughtiness then coming after five minutes and being left out, unable to get a hard on. You won’t know, but each gentleman knows his capacity. We want you all to enjoy the twenty four hours, so ladies, if a gentleman asks you to keep still, because he doesn’t want to cum, please do so. We would like him to enter you if the activity requires it, but we’d like him to enjoy, fully, the activities.” She let go of Tim’s rampant cock and wiped her hand on her thigh.

I was getting interested and excited and decided to stay, surely I could avoid Peter and my Mum. There were twelve couples here, it shouldn’t be that hard.

I turned and whispered to Rob, “Rob, I think we’ll stay.”

“Stay? Stay of course were going to stay! Wild horses couldn’t drag me out of here now! Besides your Mum wants to get to know me!”

Bugger, Rob wasn’t going to avoid my Mum. No way! I’d just have to hide away from my family, but I was settled, I wanted to see what happened.

Kitty was speaking again. “It is now nearly 6.30 and dinner is at 8.30. Look around you people please, greet one another, shake hands and kiss cheeks, lips if you want to. Ladies, feel the erections, gents see how wet the ladies are!””

She paused whilst we met and greeted each other, it took some time. I recognised several people. There was Iris with big Tom the area manager and Denise with Charlie. Less expected were John and Sue without the pram and finally Kate had brought Jamaar who stuck his tongue down my throat and a finger in my twat. Of course Mum and Peter were there. If you include Rob and I, I’d already got up to sexual activity with half the people there. Judging by the number of hands thrust between my legs, there was a number of very friendly greetings, I was surprised how many women slid their fingers into my vagina.

Among those folk I didn’t know there was a handsome red headed man and a middle aged man with very young partner.

“Everybody greeted everybody? Fine! It gives you a rough idea of the difficulty of our target when I say that before dinner, ladies you will have sucked every man’s prick!”

There was a surprised murmur.

“Gents. You will have licked and finger fucked every woman! And ladies you will have fucked every man and gents, you will have fucked every woman! What’s more you will have shared sperm liberally amongst yourselves”

An excited mutter ran around the room.

My ideas about avoiding my mum and Peter went out the window. Every man, every woman. Oh dear! Strange. I’d already decided to stay and it seemed just anther small step to agree to be involved in sexual activity with my family. On this occasion my loose morals really helped. Fucking and sucking every man appealed to my perverse nature and if that included Peter? Can’t be helped.

I jumped, I’d been miles away, as a hand caught my shoulder and Peter whispered in my ear, “I’m going to come in your pretty little cunt, bum and mouth before bed tonight! I’ve wanted to for as long as I’ve known you. Three times I’ll come in you before bed time!”

I shivered with lust, a complete volte face from just before. Perverted, perverted my conscience said. My mum winked at me.

“One last thing before we begin.” Kitty spoke again. “This is an expensive party and your host would like to raise some money to help pay for it. After lunch tomorrow he likes to reward his employees and friends with sex. He has invited these men and you will be asked to anonymously have sex with some of them. Every time you are screwed your husband or partner will be given a token to show your involvement. You can opt out of this activity by paying fine of £200. Does anyone want to opt out?”

The very young, nervous looking girl whispered to her middle aged partner and he raised his hand. “I’m Bill and Karen here is worried about this. We’ll opt out.”

“Not a problem. If Karen doesn’t feel right that’s no problem Bill. Right!” Kitty called, “Lets get going! Ladies over here please!”

She arranged us in a circle facing outwards. “Now. put your arms around one another’s waist for support.”

I could only see across the twelve woman circle by twisting around, I could barely see the bums on the other side of the ring. I was surprised to find my neighbour on my right was my mum.

“Now gentlemen, face your partner. When the bell rings, kneel down, insert two fingers in your partners cunt and start licking her clitoris. Wait for it! Wait for the bell! When the buzzer sounds move on to the lady on your left! Understand?”

There was a muttering of yes, yes, let’s get on.

The bell rang and Rob was swiftly on his knees, fingers groping into me and his tongue lapped at my clit and cunt.

After only moment or two the buzzer sounded and some confusion occurred until lefts and rights were sorted out. The ginger haired man in a green cummerbund fronted me and gently eased two fingers into me. I didn’t know the red head from Adam and the fact that it was a strangers finger easing into me thrilled!

My mother’s hand gripped my waist and I realised that just as my cunt was filled with red head’s fingers, my Mum was enjoying the same sensation of my husband’s fingers pushing into her vagina. It was just as well that we were holding one another up because we were struggling to stand. Our legs were bent and spread, to allow the men to reach our clits with their tongues.

“Ah Jesus!” My husband’s tongue had lapped at my mum’s clit and she shuddered with delight. I quivered as red head’s tongue caught mine! Both of us unconsciously began thrusting our hips forward into the men whose fingers grabbed the cheeks of our arse to press into their faces in harder.

My mum turned to me, her mouth open and panting. She kissed me and whispered “Wow” into my mouth.

The buzzer sounded and a voice sobbed, “Oh No. Not yet please!”

“Yes, yes!” Kitty was firm. “Move left Gents! One of you has a very eager twat to satisfy!”

On they moved, new fingers pushed into my body and a new tongue lapped at me. In this case it was Sue’s John.

“Oh Jesus yes! Yes! Oh you lovely man!” There was a gasp and a sequence of meaningless grunts and warbles. Someone had reached a noisy sobbing climax!

I wish that I could tell you in detail what happened, man by man, but I can’t. I’ve asked my friends and neither can they. The time dissolved into a compressed blur of buzzers, tongues, joy, and stimulation. Finger followed finger, and tongue followed tongue, it was beautiful, wonderful. I can remember Jamaar because he was brutal with his fingers whilst Tom was gentle. Peter, I remember, because he brought me eventually to orgasm. At the end of the round every man had finger fucked and licked me, just as promised.

My mum came twice, her fingers biting into my waist.

The ladies staggered, shaking with lust, as the circle broke up and we had to collect our senses, straighten our legs and stand on our own feet. There was no shortage of men to touch us and support us. Most of us, myself included, rubbed our cunts to check they hadn’t been stolen away!

“Right gentlemen thank you. Well licked! Now it’s your turn form a circle please, trousers down around your ankles and face out just like the ladies did!” Finally, after much shuffling they managed it. They looked cute in dinner jackets with their formal trousers down!

“Now ladies find your partner. When the bell goes, kneel down and give him a blow job. But first raise you left arm. OK, when the buzzer sounds move one cock to the left!”

The bell rang and I knelt and sucked Robs shaft into my mouth.

Immediately the buzzer sounded and I moved on to the first strangers weapon. I realised that sucking our partner’s prick was just a way of sorting us out. Who wanted to suck a familiar cock when another eleven waited for us?

I moved left onto the next cock which belonged to John. This time we had enough time to get the love juice going and, by the time the buzzer went, I had a good mouthful of gunk. I moved on to Jamaar and without really hurting him I let my teeth catch his bell end. His gasp rewarded me and repaid him for his brutal fingers earlier.

The next cock was a stranger who, I remembered gave my vagina a good workout during the previous circle. He had rolled my clit between his finger and thumb and very nearly had me orgasming. I returned the complement. I always enjoyed meeting and exploring a new cock. I hadn’t met that many, but I left him with a violently purple head literally running with pre-cum.