Meanwhile, Barbara had been ordered to do the same to my Master.

"I can't!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, you can, and you will," her husband replied mildly. "Remember the deal. You lost the game, and this is the result. Now get on with it. It's rude to keep our host waiting." I seriously thought she was going to refuse, that this was one step too far for her, but finally, reluctantly, she dragged herself over to my Master and began to play with his cock. He had only come once so far, and his reactions were faster than Pete's; within a couple of minutes he was rock hard in Barbara's unwilling mouth.

"Time for some more action, I think," said Pete, stroking my hair as I continued to suck his cock. "Barbara, get on the floor, on your back."

Barbara relinquished her hold on my Master's prick and did as she was ordered. She lay on the carpet, looking up at me with a glazed, disbelieving look in her eyes.

"Harriet," Pete continued, "on top of her. On her face. I want to see her lick you." I crossed over to where Barbara was lying and gently brushed her cheek as I straddled her. Smiling encouragement at her, I positioned myself above her face, legs either side of her. "Now," shouted Pete. I lowered myself on to Barbara's face slowly, feeling her tongue emerge from her lips and tentatively lap at my pussy.

She wasn't very experienced, and her strokes were too expansive, too rushed and too hard. I whispered to her to slow down, and raised and lowered my hips in a steady, even rhythm to give her an idea of how to proceed. She took my cue and altered her technique. Immediately, I felt the difference, and tiny bursts of excitement started to tingle through my body. My Master took up position in front of me, his cock standing proudly before him, and I fed it into my mouth, sucking anew on its splendid form.

Pete disappeared out of sight, and I wasn't sure whether he was still in the room or not. I carried on regardless, sucking and stroking my Master's cock, and feeling the delicious sensations of Barbara's hot breath and silky tongue on my damp pussy and swollen lips. I ground down on her, tilting my hips, and pressed my clit to her mouth. She seized at it and began to suck at my erect nub, rolling her tongue around it. The feeling was delightful, and I moaned in satisfaction.

I heard Pete approach from behind me and felt his hands begin to stroke and explore my hips and buttocks. He ran the fingers of his right hand up and down my thigh, while his left hand caressed and rubbed my arse cheeks. I felt the touch of his lips as he lowered his head and kissed my back, rolling his tongue down my spine to the top of my arse. I shivered as his tongue began to enter the crack, his touch exciting strong sensations from that very sensitive area. His hand, meanwhile, had slid round my thigh and was nestling at the top of my leg. His index finger rubbed against me, picking up the sticky juices which coated my pussy lips. He slid a finger inside me, and then another, and then another, and began to finger fuck me, slamming his fingers up and down, up and down. All the while, Barbara was still licking and sucking my clit, and between them the pair were on the verge of inducing a climax in me.

Before that could happen, though, Pete removed his fingers from me and grazed them upwards to my arse. He found my puckered hole and pressed the fingers against it, wiping my juices around it, pushing his index finger hard against my tight entrance. Once more, and once more again his hands went to my pussy, and each time he transferred my juices to my arse, lubricating it, sliding his finger a little further in with each transfer.

After a few minutes of this he had two fingers eased inside me, probing and pressing, and the feeling of them bending and flexing within my back passage was extraordinary. I knew what he was going to do next, and braced myself. He pulled himself across his prone wife, straddling her stomach, and grabbed hold of me. Pushing my back downwards and my hips up, he settled me into position, and I felt his cock press against my tight arsehole. I gripped my Master's arms tight and waited; Pete pushed and pushed, his tip slowly finding its way through my puckered hole until finally, with a sudden rush, his entire cock slid into my arse. I let out an involuntary scream, and realised that I was grippng my Master's arms so tightly that I had left red marks where my fingers had been.

Pete started to thrust in and out, taking it very slowly. The sensation was profound, a feeling of being completely full. As he slid in and out, my juices lubricating his cock so that the movement wasn't too harsh, waves of nervous excitement pulsed through me. My heart was pounding, butterflies flitting through my stomach. Now that Pete was in place, I settled myself once more on Barbara, and her tongue continued to flick against my clitoris, adding a new dimension, an extra frisson of excitement to the moment. As Pete's cock probed and investigated my arse, a tumultuous sense of anticipation welled up in my innards: it was the most amazing sensation, a cross between sexual stimulation and a constipated desire to evacuate my bowels; it spread throughout my lower body, my upper thighs alive and tingling, my pussy throbbing.

All the while I was still sucking my Master, and his cock began to twitch in my mouth. Knowing that he was close to coming, I sucked as hard as I could and reached up with my right hand to wank the base of his prick into my mouth. After only a dozen or so strokes, I was rewarded with his climax, and he spurted his hot cum into my mouth in four or five progressively shorter bursts. Swallowing, I guzzled it all, and we stayed where we were, with my Master's cock still twitching but slowly subsiding in my mouth.

I was close to coming myself, and I ground myself down onto Barbara's face, pressing my clit hard against her and bucking my hips back and forward so that it slid up and down on her tongue. Pete continued to slam into me: by now my arse was so juiced up he could slide in and out with no discomfort whatever, and he picked up speed and strength, his cock thrusting into me with wild abandon. I felt dizzy with excitement, the sensations overwhelming me, and I had to hold on to my Master for support. The tension built up within my womb, a cavalcade of responses twisting and turning, churning and colliding, building to the moment when they would expel from me with a gigantic surge of pressure. I was deeply concerned that I would pee myself, so strong were the sensations charging through me.

And then, with a final, volcanic charge, my climax erupted through me. I screamed for all of twenty seconds, unable to control myself, gripped by the terrifying force of my emotions. I trembled and shook, my buttocks began clenching and unclenching involuntarily, and I felt a surge of juices explode from my pussy into Barbara's mouth. The rhythmic motion of my arse was enough to send Pete over the edge too. Gripping me by the hips, he emitted a deep moan and slammed his cock into me a few last, hard times; with a shudder he came hard and fast up my arse, and I could feel his spunk rushing into me. I flopped forward, numb and exhausted, the final few waves of excitement rippling and eddying through my body, my pussy and arse alive, raw and throbbing.

"What's for afters?" grinned Pete.