Chapter 30: What You Don’t See, You Don’t Worry About!

could tell there was something different but the hands started the activities. Initially touching me, a hand stroked my leg from foot to thigh, then another; others stroked and fondled my breasts and my pussy, a finger slid into my mouth and I sucked and giggled.

There were whispers and other little sounds and despite my alcohol fogged brain, I knew that there seemed to be about five at least. The hands now roamed at will and I was led across the room and lifted onto the bed.

I felt the mattress sag as a body crawled up between my legs and an erect penis penetrated my sopping canal and pumped rhythmically into me until spurting into me, grunting as he did. It felt like the older man from the day before but I couldn’t be sure.

He climbed off and was replaced by another body, again an older man. My first orgasm came as somebody with a huge gut and a small penis humped me for a seeming age. When he finished, they turned me over and after oiling my bottom began taking turnsthere. I thought Big Belly again laboured long and hard until a weight near my head have a large quantity of belly as he fed his modest member into my mouth;

Periodically I was given drinks of wine which combined with orgasms served to further scramble my brain and a sort of free for all ensued with men choosing their orifice of choice, my hands or even between my breasts.

I started to remove the blindfold as I heard them leaving but Carl stayed my hand until they disappeared through the door, I glimpsed one man though and briefly wondered whether; given his age and similarity to Carl, it was his father!

There was pizza for dinner, garlic bread and shop bought tiramasu in individual tubs for dessert