Chapter 65: First Dessert.

As 8 o’clock approached the women around the room started to drift from their husbands to their teams for dessert and pleasurable attention. Those few women still in scraps of clothing started to shed what little they had before they crawled onto the team couches. Men started to use their hands and lips to enjoy the women they were sharing their couch with.

These people were at the extreme end of bell curve in terms of sex. Abril and the service girls were the only ones who were not 100% sincere as amateurs looking to grab the max of internal petting from their once-a-month night out, getting naked and in heat with their husband’s alpha tomcat partners before they slipped back into “the usual.” So having three or four guys was a feast for the wives. Even those exceptions doing it for the money, including Abril, could let go like a sex-crazed slut while faking it.

I noticed that the service girls scattered around the room spent some time in heads-to-tails arrangement on a couches with a man, allowing the lawyers they regularly served with their mouths to pleasure them orally. I imagined they did not get much of that so they made the best of it. I assumed that Barnes allowed this type of thing, it was usually not considered with wives.

Well, they were not really service girls tonight, they were fatherless daughter-substitutes who were expected to be willingly pussy-available.

We all recalled Sondra’s very specific slutty request for the auction, to be bent over and taken by each of us in public from the start.

During the meal Rose used hand signals to referee a silent game of rock-paper-scissors for the order we would do Sondra. I was the first up, Rose made picks for the rest of the order because she had intimate personal knowledge of their equipment involved.

Phil silently suggested a way to make it more interesting, he held up a 3-minute hourglass-type timer, and suggested silently that we should do 3 rounds of 3 minutes each - for a total of 12 fucking mini-sessions taking turns with all of us jamming Sondra’s pussy - holding our cum if we could hold out that long. After the third round I could take my time and finish my fucking inside her.

We were all aware that 4 guys and 4 girls meant we could each get off for the first time in a clean pussy - assuming we did it right and nobody got greedy or lost control. Three minutes sounded just about right.

For Sondra it was a great idea, a slight modification of what she requested. We would all get to enjoy her before her pussy got spermed, which really is nicer for everybody. With the timer we would all have plenty of contact time with Sondra, but we were not going to use too much of our limited supply of cum right away. Rose knew that last point was a biggie, she took all this in and agreed to help us with directions, timing and such.

The prudent rationing for Sondra would carry over to the other women as well. During our silent discussions we estimated that between the 4 of us we could pump out a total of 10 to 12 loads into the 4 women we had to enjoy. The unspoken agreement was that each of us spending our first cum in a different woman. I would get Sondra, the ladies would make their choices of the others.

Using the serial arrangement in public with the timer for Sondra made sense. We might do more in public, depending on the time. After that, once we got to the team bedroom we could switch to more conventional arrangements. None of us were looking for a two-on-one scene for starters. The women could probably clean things up for their subsequent episodes. That way all the women would get the long night of pleasure they all deserved a and wanted from us.

Rose shared a few of the details with Sondra. “We are so lucky to have these guys, they are going to climb behind you, stick it in, and enjoy a great time in your skinny body. They are all champs, young and healthy-sized, not like the usual old guys you and I get stuck with. Tonight you will find out what it is like to get truly fucked like a slutty piece of ass. We will probably walk bow-legged tomorrow ... it will be such fun!”

Sondra was not sure if all that vigorous enthusiasm was what what she signed up for, so she started to get a little scared. Rose reassured her, but in a carefully selected non-reassuring way. That way it would be better when it happened.

We also agreed that sleeping arrangements, after we had each pumped our cum into “our woman” it would be ladies choice based on how they felt. The guys would pick a bed to stay in. If and when a woman wanted to move during the night that was her choice. Rose applauded that idea.

Getting Rose for our team gave us a bit extra because I knew she had arranged for Sam to bring her a strap-on. Sondra had asked for a little pleasure of the softer, sweeter form. I figured Rose could enjoy eating my creampie and leave enough of my load inside to provide lube so she could make Sondra scream with her toy after I was done.

As we finished the main meal one of our two tables was cleared of food, then it was covered with fitted pad, like a extra-thick futon combined with a fitted sheet. The result was a tall, wide, extra-long bed where any sex would be very public. In addition, the couches we reclined on were large and soft enough to hold two people. It seemed the resort had done group sexual events like this as regular business, if only it wasn’t so far from LA. I wondered what their client list looked like, and if this might be a customer for our party-drugs. Flying the drugs in was not a problem for us, we were experts at it.

An assortment of delicious-looking desserts were set on our non-bed table. This included a large tub of whipped cream with all kinds of uses. The interesting thing was that the desserts actually tasted better than they looked, and they looked wonderful. It was amazing.

Once the change-over was done Rose declared it was “time for fun” and guided Sondra over to me where she “got acquainted” by using her hands to get to know me while removing my tunic. She rested her hands on my chest, my belly, and then Rose guided her hand very carefully lower, to my erect cock. There was a little intake a breath at Sondra’s contact with my erection, which was 100% full for her. She took a measure of what I had for her, but didn’t linger. Then Sondra guided my hand to her body, to her pussy which was very wet. Dinner had been a type of foreplay with Rose’s talking about things. She was ready for me to jump right in, asking where I wanted her.

I made a move to kiss Sondra, it seemed kind of crude and was unlike me to just stick it in, but Rose stopped me. Rose said she understood the impulse and whispered “maybe later.” For now that was not the plan. “This is about cruder, more primitive sex.” It was what Sondra wanted for a start.

Could I force myself? I made the effort.

Rose spoke softly to Sondra, “It is time for you to put on a show ... your first public ... well, call it a debut for now.” She guided Sondra to the end of the table. “Time to bend over and show your stuff girlfriend, show these guys and anyone else looking what a pretty pussy you have so they can stick their wonderful man parts into your kitty. That will make them happy and convert your academic nun self to the slut you are deep inside ... just like you asked.”

I didn’t understand all that, especially the term “convert,” but it came out later.

Carefully Rose bent Sondra forward, so she was leaning on that table pad. She was tall, but so were all of us guys. We would all fit. At another word from Rose, Sondra reached down and opened her flower for me. The form was lovely and the color, between pink and purple, framed by her dark creamy thighs, was magnificent. All the members of my team could not take their eyes off her pretty kitty.

Sondra was no a virgin, but she had never had a date and she owned one of the least experienced pussies in the room. She never knew more than one cock a month, and that was always alone in a private hotel room. All she ever knew was the missionary position, in a dark bedroom with an older man who had danced with her, conversed with her, had talked to her stepfather with her, and then showed her every courtesy as he approached her in bed. In many cases both retained their bedclothes for the encounter. For most she never saw their cocks, erect and well lit in all their glory, because they kept them out-of-sight until they were on top of her, and when they were done they hid the shrunken members under the covers. In less than three years she had attended only 29 law firm socials where she felt men grunt and they came as they expended themselves in her body. Barnes had only matched her with about 15 lawyers over the period, most over an age of 45. Like Rose he mostly repeated the ones she liked each year.

(Rose got similar treatment, but she demanded at least a few younger guys to service her body, to make up for not dating.)

Sondra mentioned later that each of the men had her at least once during the night because she expected and plainly inspired it, but never more than twice, and that only after they asked because she was reading in bed. (Before today I had never seen her without a book in her hands or nearby.) She never saw them naked in the morning, because they gave her privacy by leaving early. All had her without mouth kisses, they limited their expressions to nuzzling and licking her nipples as they enjoyed the company and pleasure of her body.

But as nice and as courteous as they were, they never really excited her.

Now she was about to pull a train in public, where many people she knew would watch what happened, and she would not even see who was doing her or who was watching.

Sondra started to shake with excitement at the situation. Rose asked if she was sure about going through with it. She replied that she was hesitant, but she also really wanted it. She was with men her father trusted, he told her she was in “good hands.” It was time to cross the line into a new experience.

“It will be better than Disneyland when you were ten,” Rose said.

Sondra was no stranger to self-pleasure, she got toys early and often because her mother thought it would keep her less interested about boys. At 18 she got a huge fucking Magic Wand vibrator and a Japanese instructional video, so she knew what her climax could be. But in three years of fucking real live cocks the magic only came together for her to glimpse a handful of times. In each of those cases something in her imagination, like a passage from a book, just clicked for her while the man was out-of-control inside her. Even then Sondra only got a brief glimpse of a good feeling instead of real fireworks she knew by herself.

The sex was nothing like her Magic Wand, she thought that was just the way it worked. Her parents always gave her some time alone in the house the day after a social, to “work things out.”

(I wondered, is there a polite term for “fucking with courtesy” that does not say “fucking” and which is less than “making love?” A term like “chaste kiss” for the messy parts at the other end? None came to mind, but I resolved to ask Sondra/Jessie later. Of course, by then such things would be a distant memory, as I intended to rewrite her core memories of sex with my cock.)

We could all read Sondra’s body language as she prepared herself, her every move screamed trepidation and embarrassment. But it was also clear that underneath was eager heartfelt hope. She did have a natural fear of the unknown cock, she imagined us all as painfully over-endowed relative to her previous lovers.

You know, I don’t mean to brag but that was possible, we were likely going where none had gone before. Also, our energy was worlds apart from what she knew.

I was getting into position, putting my hands on the to let her know I was coming, when Rose said, “oh look, the Sterns are leaving the room.”

I saw the look on Judge Stern’s face as he walked by about ten yards away. He saw that Rose had one hand on his stepdaughter’s butt and my cock in her other hand. Part of him really wanted to watch me put it in, but he knew he could not unsee what was coming and he really felt better not seeing it in the first place. In the old days, when weddings were witnessed, he would have had a very hard time. However, with Rose present he was content about what would happen to his stepdaughter, both in public and in private. His stepdaughter was 30 years old and could set her own limits. She had made good choices so far. We were better than nice guys. Plus Rose was with her. Really, he could ask for nothing better, except for the thing he wanted and feared the most: doing her himself.

Rose later told me that Judge Stern was somewhat afraid that if he saw his stepdaughter enjoy being fucked, he (and she) might be tempted to “take it home.” For the Judge that would be so hard. Sondra was beautiful, hard to resist as it was. There was no biological link between Sondra and the Judge, so that would not hinder their desires. They were free with their bodies in their own home. Rose said she “knew from experience” that youth could tempt and arouse men who were otherwise in control of themselves. “The Judge has such high standards for himself,” that it might lead to a break if he denied himself, especially if Jessie was willing. He dearly loved his wife, but that part of their life was less frequent due to her age and arthritis. The Judge was still “very capable,” at least according to the service girls. He liked Resha best.

Rose kept talking to her friend as she guided us together. “That is it Honey, bend forward more, open your stance for stability. Settle your weight there. You have such a pretty open flower baby, I almost ... okay, you seem lubed enough, that’s it. He might be bigger than ... Hmm ... do you want more lube?”

Sondra put on a brave face and showed some impatience. “Fuck no! You can see I have been juicing all afternoon.”

I could see the thick cream coating around her hole, she was flowing. So was I.

“Now that I have had my hand around him I want him raw. Natural. Like a caveman. Just put it to me, do me n ... OW!”

I decided she had waited long enough, so maybe I jumped the gun on Rose.

She felt me touch her, pushing my cockhead just into the lips of her pussy which she held open with her fingers. As I made contact I took firm possession of her body with my hands grasping her hips. The message was unmistakable to the monkey brain buried deep in her mental software, she was about to be fucked by somebody with more desire for her body than courtesy for who she was. That was a new experience to her. She also felt the deeper message of desire. “Fuck, you need me, I can tell ... Do it, all the way in...”

I pushed deeper, so my ridge was stopped halfway into her body. Deep. Big. With a long way to go. This was suddenly very real.

It was a new experience for the intellectual author, but one the monkey-brain knew instinctively as “a good thing, something we like” even if her lifetime programming from her mother was the opposite message.

Sondra voice was gasping, overcome with new feelings. There were both positives and negatives, but she pushed the pain aside and went with what she wanted. “Fuck, so that is what a man feels like taking control. Message received. Equality is such an illusion,” she said as I held her body while I pressed myself to her womanhood. Sondra had “moth” inner lips, they were small at the ends but formed very wide flaps in the middle, so they protruded below her pussy when she was exposed. She held the lips open, so she felt my cock with her fingers as I pressed inside her open lips. She could not feel my body. I held position for a moment, to let her think. Then I pulled back just a little and moved my cockhead around, spreading pre-cum and her juices.

She gave a little cry as she felt me pull back just a bit. “Please,” she sobbed. “It feels big, but I ... I can’t wait any more. Do it. Push it ALL in. Do me like a slut. Open me up, it is long past time.” She was well lubed by her own thick, flowing juices, so I did as she asked, in part. I pushed again, so the ridge and more of the shaft entered her. There was still more coming.

She gasped. She was right about having a lot of lube. But her pussy was not ready for full penetration. The previous social was in June and she had not been penetrated by a man since then. For play I knew she always used external vibes, she had two or three she liked and never tried anything else. She really needed a Sybian. That meant her pussy was tight after going three months without penetration. I knew that a strong push deep in would bring a scream of pain. That would not do. So I started to work slowly, pushing in a bit, then pulling back, then going a bit farther. Real small bites. She felt the ridge of my cock moving deeper with each stroke. She wanted more but was not ready yet.

She understood what I was doing. “Oh my YES ... that is good. He feels big but it is good in small bits. Rose, I can see what you mean ... being bent over says so much. Oh lover, be my world ... my center ... my pain and my joy ... fuck me ... fuck my body where everyone can see.”

It took about six of these tiny short-strokes, pushing ever deeper with each stroke, until it was time for the big push. Because of her fingers she knew the story had a ways to go. She said, softly, “go ahead, push in and keep going. One big push all the way, like a caveman. I can take it. I want it.”

I could not say anything so Rose did. “Are you sure? That will...”

“I want it all. I’m ready, don’t make me...”

I pushed. It wasn’t fast but it was steady. I gathered it was all unexplored territory. She was ready for the shock as the ridge pushed deeper, only a small groan escaped at that. I kept pushing my shaft into her pussy slowly, it seemed like it took forever. I sure lasted longer than she expected, because she gasped and shook a little. Finally I bottomed out with my belly pressed against her smooth ass. Damn, she felt good. Tight. Surprisingly wet, it was clear that she was working up for this moment. I held myself there for a moment, relishing the luxurious feeling of her body quivering and making other small adjustments under me.

Then I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts, the left breast with my right hand and right breast with my left hand, so I was wrapping my arms all around her. I hugged tight, and she caught the feeling I was trying to give her.

“Oh Rose, I feel so ... possessed ... so owned ... so dominated like this. It feels good ... like a woman should. Right? Maybe ... like a breeder? I feel like he will make a baby without my ever seeing his face.”

For myself, I had forgotten about how tight a woman could be for my cock. Cynthia was a virgin in May when I had her, since then she had been fucked maybe 50 times between her dad and me. Sondra had also been fucked about 50 times, give or take, but that was over three years and, as I have noted, not since early June. So she was tight and my cock naturally had to spend a moment of appreciation enjoying her tightness. I thought about Mer and Per, my future wives. That got a reaction out of Mr. Happy, a surge deep inside. Sondra felt it, something new. Was I cumming? I couldn’t say anything, but I resolved to tell her later how good she felt to me.

Rose whispered, “How do you feel now? He is into you, inside your body ... everybody in the room can see it. Hmm it looks like the whole room is watching ... what is it, a hundred people? They can all see you getting fucked like this ... like a slut on his cock, no longer an academic nun. Your virtual habit garb is gone, your face is bare, you are totally exposed as one who has a slot that is hot for cock.”

“Really?” Sondra’s voice was suddenly filled with panic. She got real tight inside, clamping her body on me.

I looked around, about half the teams had somebody going at it. Maybe we were getting a bit more attention than we deserved from some nearby teams, but it was an audience of two dozen at most. In her tightness I gave a little movement, bringing her focus to her own body, her penetration. Without sight she had to feel it stronger, more intently.

She relaxed and I felt her body settle into our joining. The dance of life that started before there were humans, binding the naked, upright apes in instinctive groups. Before tribes, when bonding was more about capture. Sondra was captured, with no idea of who it was. She had no emotional connection, no face to focus on, no lips nuzzling her nipples with courtesy as she was used to. No bed, with space to turn over. No privacy, she was on display. For now my cock, inside of her body, was everything to her, I dominated her senses. I took her back to what she shared with “Lucy” the early hominid some 2 million years ago.

Her mind peeled away the veneer of evolution and went back to basic drives that kept the race moving forward, alive and evolving. Juices flowed. It was pure instinct to feel her start to move, she wanted to fuck me back.

Sondra spoke, sounding like a writer on a discovery. It was louder than a whisper but it was not meant to carry. “I feel like such a slut ... the feeling ... it envelopes me ... like everything bad about that word ... on display ... like a bad girl ... But what I did not know ... there is a positive quality, a human quality to that word I never imagined before. A slut has ... freedom ... freedom to enjoy ... enjoy fucking raw pleasure ... to know a man’s contact at a very basic ... the DEEPEST level. It pierces my soul. A unknown basic human need ... This is the drive for ... new life ... a pleasure available to any woman ... WHY wasn’t I ever told it is so good? I belong on the end of a cock like this. I would have started a decade ago, enough guys asked. Girls too. Yes I know, bad choices ... but not today. So please, fuck me like a slut ... fuck me good and fill me like I was made to be filled by a man’s need ... then pass me on to the next ... OH FUCK! Just saying that is a trip!”

I wanted to do one other thing before I started stroking like she asked. Strictly for my own pleasure I shifted to cupping her delicious breasts instead of holding them. Then I lifted her torso, confusing her until she was up against my chest, leaned back and held her there, standing, connected together. She got it, connecting. I was displaying her body to all in the assembly as MINE WOMAN at this moment.

She felt naked and displayed, and suddenly she felt good about it. She preened. At that I felt like giving the old Tarzan yell, but it might scare some of the nice folks.

She understood the very basic impulse and embraced it. “Fuck, now I know everybody can see me. I feel on fucking display ... a naked animal ... its like he is claiming me ... all of me ... in front of everybody that matters.”

Rose replied, “Yeah, well, he has your attention ... and everybody else’s. Good thing your dad is gone ... this would really bend him. My dad, however ... it seems you two have caught his attention ... Daddy has that hotness Abril squirming in his hands, but they are both turned on watching you get fucked. Daddy is hard for you. He wishes he bid more for your ass. I think I know who will share your bed overnight at the October social. You are so fucked. Of course, everybody wants you ... maybe at the next auction you will beat Abril.”

“Oh!” she said, like she had not thought of that. Before Rose said that the crowd was faceless to her. Now she knew two people watching her with lustful desire.

But the October social as over a month away and for now Sondra was mine to fill. So I said, in a low, distorted hiss in her ear. “Mine ... now.”

“Yes, your’s. Fuck me,” she said as she shivered. “Please, fuck me. Claim my ass ... my chief.”

I shifted my hold, from cradling respectfully to grasping possessively as I hissed again. “Es Jefe, puta.” The tone, the alien words, and the grip gave her doubt and made her quiver. I might have given myself away.

I bent her forward again, I was strong enough so she didn’t have a choice, that way I could get down to the business of stroking away. “Si Jefe, abrazame mucho fuerte.” (Yes boss, old me very tight.) She felt better with my hands holding her hips, we both felt the sense of possession that way. At the first smooth complete cycle I signaled Phil to start the three-minute timer. I quickly increased the strength so I was slamming into her body. She gave a whimper, but it was more of a happy surprise.

Given the emotions of the moment jousting in her brain I didn’t think she would take three minutes.

At the time Tammy and Billy were still sharing a couch where Billy had his mouth full of his wife’s very full breast.

Well, she had two, she was holding Kick to the other one and while Kick had his hand on Tammy’s butt, just to be friendly, and so she did not fall off the couch. Maybe Tammy wasn’t really in danger, but safety first.

Phil, meanwhile was molesting Rose generously, her nipples were very erect and she was struggling to prevent a giggle from escaping

That was when Val and Lisa, our other two auction purchases, wandered over. Rose motioned them “no names.”

Val spoke from pure instinct. “My goodness, I would like some of that,” she said, taking it all in. She sounded like she meant it.

“Which one?” Lisa asked her, like she sincerely could not decide.

Again, Rose waved at them, urging them to avoid names.

“You know, they all both look ... yum ... I haven’t decided yet,” Val replied. “It all looks so good for the body and soul. But you know something? Tonight I don’t think we have to choose just one, like those yummy desserts. With those lovely nipples that creme de cafe looks good ... YUM! Say, what is with the egg timer ... Did we miss one of the rules?”

Rose lost her struggle and started to giggle. Now that horse was out of the barn so Rose when she could she answered the question. “They are going to do her like a service slut, one-after-another in a train, sort of like she requested with an extra twist, because they ALL want a piece before her sweet little business gets messy. You know how some men are about that. They will each take a couple of rounds, using that ... enjoying our new slut for themselves. Sort of like musical chairs ... Before she gets ... you know ... sloppy ... The other will come soon enough ... it is all worked out. You two sluts really should pick a guy for yourself to handle and stop touching each other.”

She said it perfectly, Val and Lisa reacted to the words with a sharp intake of breath as they pulled their hands back to themselves. One of them said, “That sounds sooo fucking gooood.”

“Sorry, Sondra and ... well, they just look so hot.”

This rotation thing was news to Sondra and for a moment I felt her surprise as a constriction inside her body. But it was what she asked for, or close enough to it.

Rose continued. “This way they all get to put their cocks into her, to nail her puss good before somebody messes up her tight little vag with their cum ... the poor thing has not been ... fertilized ... since June, can you imagine? By the time they are all done it will be a wonderful mess. Of course, I imagine after a few rounds they are probably going to fill her in quick succession ... can they help it? With her bent over and her sweet lovely puss all tempting and slutty? Plus, look at those funbags, they look better than anything on the dessert table.” Her voice switched to an imperative. “I call dibs on the yummy creampie.”

Sondra gave a bit of a start at that, she had not thought ahead that far. Rose had gone there, but I guess for Sondra that was a road not traveled.

Rose glanced at me and licked her lips, Abril had probably told her close friends how we worked on building my load all day. Then Rose continued, “You know how most guys like their pussy better without some other guy’s cream, don’t you? This is a way they each can get into her a couple times before she becomes a really dirty dripping overeducated slut. I’d wager the first load is a the biggie. I hope somebody saves their first pop for me as well.”

Sondra really reacted to that with movement, and a kind of surprised moan, she plainly didn’t expect to hear her friend use such language.

With a smile Rose spoke up louder, like she was addressing a crowd. “People, please remember, you can watch the slut taking it from all of them, but no talking please. Not knowing their names makes it a bigger thrill for her ... less civilized you know.” Rose made it sound like quite a crowd had gathered. Sondra’s reaction to those words was even stronger. Speaking directly to Sondra, Rose said, “They might pass you on the street and think of putting it in you ... they will get hard with the thought ... and you won’t even know it.”

That drew a whimper from Sondra.

I looked around. I would not say it was a crowd. A few people had gathered around, watching and listening for entertainment, Sondra caught the eye. But it was hardly a crowd. Of course, Sondra didn’t know that.

Rose motioned for Billy - he was next up - to caress Sondra’s breast as it was hanging, so delightful and achingly beautiful, from her chest. It really needed handling and I was busy. At the same time Rose joined Lisa and started playing with Billy’s cock, just because. While she was at it, Rose signaled that she would be pleased if Phil continued to handle her body like he was taking her next. He stood behind her and cupped her pussy while mauling her breasts and pinching her nipples. His movements looked familiar like he had done it before. She rubbed her butt against his cock rising against her.