Kim was holding one of Brenda’s embarrassing photos straight up in the air as if asking for a bidder when Brenda came running up to them.  “Another couple of seconds Girl and you’d be plastered all over the school as soon as this hit any old copy machine.”  Kim said.

Brenda was out of breath.  “Are you ready for your test?” The brunette asked.

“Can I have my pictures now?”  Brenda asked.

“We need to see some more cooperation first.  Come with us.” Kim ordered. “Lori you drive.” She said tossing the brunette the keys. “You Love, can sit in back with me.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Brenda asked feeling uncomfortable with how Kim was devouring her with her eyes.

“Let’s just say you are going to have an equal opportunity to get off, and the way that gets you there will determine if you are gay or straight.”  Kim said. “Right Lori?”  Lori nodded and smiled in the rearview mirror.

They arrived at a bungalow whose front yard looked like a jungle designed for privacy and to avoiding the need to do lawn care.  The average height of the plants went from knee high close to the sidewalk to the top of the porch by the house.  When they were standing on the porch, you could see out to the street only through patches of space between the branches and fronds. 

“Okay, this is where you leave your clothes.”  Lori ordered.

“What? I can’t strip out here in public.”  Brenda protested.

“All of our guests strip before entering.  It’s a house rule.” Kim explained. “Besides, no one can see you.  Look.”

Brenda looked 180 degrees from the porch and realized no one could really get a complete picture of her at one time, so she hurried to comply. Their looks at her and complements of her naked body made Brenda feel uncomfortable, causing her to try and cover her breasts and pubic area that had grown in slightly giving her a short fuzzy triangle between her legs.  Once inside, Brenda noticed a clean, sparsely appointed room off of the entry before they insisted she be blindfolded.  Brenda felt more vulnerable and started to hold her hands out from her body and took a wider stance to maintain a better balance. 

“This way Sweets.”  Kim said, leading her by the hand.  “You hungry at all?”

Brenda was far too nervous to think of eating anything.  “No thank you.”

“Such a nice upbringing.”  Lori remarked.  “Here, you’ll like this.”  She said placing a fresh, juicy strawberry to Brenda’s lips.

Brenda didn’t try to resist it and was rewarded by the sweetest clean tasting strawberry she had ever experienced.  She felt a tile counter to her left and the edge of a stool behind her.  She moved subtly into both putting her left arm on the cool tile and her butt up against the edge of the stool for orientation and security. 

Brenda didn’t resist the large sweet green grape that was slid into her mouth either, savoring the initial crunch through the skin followed by the burst of sweetness that ensued.  As she was swallowing it, she felt a piercing cold touch on her right nipple and gasped as it circled her areola a couple of times.  When the ice was removed, the sensation in her nipple turned from a sting to a warm tingle.  As her lips parted from the surprise assault, a coin slice of ripe Kiwi was inserted into the slot her mouth made.  It was but a moment’s pleasure before the ice procedure was applied to her other breast. 

She could smell what was likely to be next, as the sweet fragrance of mango reached her nostrils prior to having a slice placed on her tongue.  The finger did not pull out until Brenda closed her mouth around it giving it a little resistance upon leaving.  She gasped, grabbed the edge of the stool behind her, and gripped the bull nose of the counter when she received a surprise attack of ice along her pussy lips.   “oh, Oh, OH!” She exclaimed as she felt she was being suddenly raised up by a rising wave.  She tried to scramble up away from its bite, but didn’t have the proper leverage or exit plan to escape it.

The two pronged assault on her senses continued for several minutes creating warmth in her belly and a hypersensitivity to special places on the surfaces of her body.  When she was a jangled batch of nerves and sexual tension, they led her to a room where she was lowered to a padded coffee table just long enough for her to rest her head, if her butt was at the edge of the other end, and wide enough for her body, where her arms would be left to hang or grip onto the sides.  Her ankles were gently secured to the straight steel legs with scarves and a soft cord was tied to her left knee, run along the bottom of the table, up over her throat and back under the table again to be tied to the other knee.  The slack was taken up so that if she left her knees hanging out, she’d be comfortable, but should she squeeze her knees together, it would pull down across her neck.

They explained to her that they were going to let a friend come in to help with the test. Brenda protested, then pleaded, and finally asked to at least have the blindfold removed, but they explained that it couldn’t be a true test with it off.

“So, dear, sweet, popular Brenda, you’re going to climax twice for us now.” Kim’s voice said.

“No, no, please don’t make me do that.  Not like this, please.”  Brenda pleaded.

“Don’t worry, everyone in this room now is sworn to secrecy, that is if you continue to cooperate and let it be.” Lori added.

“First of all, you can’t cum until one of us cums or there will a severe price to pay.” Kim went on. “Now this guy we have here represents the other half for this test and will be trying to get you to cum before one of us does.  If he is successful, he’ll win a prize.  So he will be one motivated animal.  Then there will be us.  We on the other hand know how you work and what will make you respond.” Kim explained. 

Then she felt hands gliding softly over her body.  One set concentrated on her hips and legs avoiding her crotch while the other her sides, upper torso, and neck, all but her breasts.  She was so freaked by what was happening to her that her knuckles were white from tightly gripping the edges of the table.  Then she felt tongues lightly, and simultaneously, licking her nether lips and circling her areolas, and she started to melt.  Her nipples hardened into bullets, and she didn’t want to give them that.  Her vaginal lips started to swell and secrete, and she was embarrassed they could see that.  Her nipples got sucked, and she squirmed at that.  A persistent tongue grazed her clitoris, and she tried to squelch a squeal at that.  Next, one of them straddled her body and moved a hairy crotch into place over her nose and mouth.  The smell, the humidity, the heat were stifling her ability to breathe.

She remembered the warning that one of them must cum before she does, or there’d be a price to pay, so without instruction, she stuck her tongue out to taste the pussy above her.  “Ummm, that’s the way.” It must have been Kim saying that she thought. “I told you she was into pussies.”

This seemed to encourage Lori to be more active with her tongue on Brenda’s most erogenous zone.  Brenda tried to squeeze her knees together, but realized that it meant a tight rope around her neck and spread them again.  Her resistance was waning and realized she could very well be behind in the race to cum, so she became more active at tonguing and sucking the cunt on her face.  Kim was making noises of joy, so Brenda knew she was on the right track until she pulled up to take a break.  Brenda tried to reach her head up to put her tongue back to work, but the rope prevented her from reaching Kim’s quim.  Meanwhile, the sexual tension between her legs was growing to alarming levels.

Kim lowered herself again to play fair and Brenda went to work with abandon.  She had no doubt she’d pay some sort of penalty if she were to cum first.  After all, they were ready to give her pictures away as they said they would.  She moved her head as much as her tongue, frantic to bring Kim off before she succumbed to Lori’s tongue on her own pussy.  She tried to reach up and fondle Kim’s firm breasts, but could barely reach their undersides.  Instead, she gripped onto Kim’s upper thighs, pulling her down tighter to guarantee that she would not be able to escape again.  It worked, and just in time, Kim slumped back down onto Brenda’s stomach, helpless to resist Brenda’s efforts.  Just then Lori was hitting Brenda’s zone consistently and long enough to send her into orbit.  Kim just luxuriated in her afterglow as she passively rode out Brenda’s bucking body orgasm.

When all had settled, Kim was off of Brenda and talking to Lori.  “Yeah, she’s quite a pussy licker.”

“Well, let’s see what she does with a cock inside her.”  Lori said.

“No please. Can I please go now?” Brenda pleaded.

“Not until mystery man has a go with you.” Lori said.

“But …”

“You do claim to be hetero, don’t you?” Kim challenged.

“Yes. I am, but …”

“Com’on you.  Your turn.”  Kim said to the third person in the room who was remaining silent.

Brenda could sense someone sliding into place between her legs on their knees.

“No! No! Please!” Brenda pleaded.

“Com’on Sweet Buns, this is ‘cock’ we’re talking about. I thought you were into cock, not pussies.” Lori challenged.

“No! No! Don’t! Please!” She screamed as she felt the head of a cock poking her vaginal petals. 

“What is it? Not into cock after all?” Kim said sarcastically.

“No! Please get him off a me.” Brenda said frantically. “I’m, I’m …”

“You’re admitting your lesbo?” Kim said coaxing.

“No. I’m, I’m, … a virgin.” She finally blurted out.

“That’s a laugh.  We all know you sleep around.” Lori claimed.

“No, really, I’ve never had sex with a boy before … although I plan to one day. Oh please! Not now.”  Brenda said pleading on the mercy of the proceedings.  The cockhead entered an inch or two. “Oh god, no! Don’t let him do it!” She screamed until Lori mounted her face with her own pussy.

“Lick me hard and good, and I’ll tell him to stop.” She said with a chuckle.  The cockhead went out a half inch then in a full inch over and over until nearly the full length was stimulating the walls of Brenda’s vagina.  Brenda’s cries and pleas were stifled by Lori’s muff over her mouth.  Brenda’s only hope was to get Lori off so she’d stop the boy from his incessant probing.  Again she frantically tongued Lori’s cunt desperate to get it all over with as quickly as possible.  Again she grabbed onto Lori’s upper thighs to keep her from playing any games with her. 

The thought of having her first boy’s cock inside of her in this anonymous loveless way was repulsive to her, but it was starting to feel good. She wished she could move her legs; if the stiff cock got any rougher, she’d be uncomfortable with it all.  As it was, the cock was gentle albeit deliberate in its plunging.  Lori was showing signs of succumbing to Brenda’s ministrations.  Brenda hung on tight and added humming to the movement of her head and tongue.  Each time she’d catch her breath, the sensations of the phallus in her cunt was making her more and more dizzy.  It was creating an itch deep inside her she now needed that cock to scratch.  Lori came with dramatic vocalizations and Brenda didn’t let her up.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, ooooo, I give.  Stop now please.” Lori asked. Brenda was in need of relief herself at this point. “Okay, Okay, take the cock out of her.  I can’t take any more of this.”

The cock slid out while Kim physically undid Brenda’s clutches atop Lori’s thighs.  Lori stepped off leaving Brenda dizzy and confused. “Oh god, don’t stop. Put it back in me. Please put it back in me. Oh god …” Brenda pleaded.

Gratefully for Brenda, the cock returned and plunged full lengths in and out until Brenda was announcing she was going to cum.  Just as she screamed out her climax, Lori removed her blindfold so Brenda could see her invader.  Brenda was shocked to see a woman in her early twenties with a strap on cock replica being teased to her own orgasm by Kim’s ministrations between her legs from behind. Brenda watched this stranger be brought to a climax while Lori untied her from the bench table.

As they talked afterwards, Brenda learned that the woman with the cock was Lori’s older sister and whose house they were all in.  They talked with her in a friendlier manner after being satisfied by her and eventually drove her home.

“Well hi there, Young Lady.  Where on earth have you been?”  Marnie asked.

“Oh, just out with the girls.” Brenda replied as she passed her and ran up the stairs.

* * * * *

Marnie had plenty of time to find out about the experiences her friends had on their charity capers and plenty of time to worry and fret about hers.  She wanted to have an experience to brag about to her friends, but she had a bad vibe about the high bidder she was to serve.

When Marnie arrived at the appointed time and place, the woman of the house wearing an apron greeted her.  She introduced herself as Ingrid Johnson, and led Marnie to the kitchen with her.  Marnie tried to picture the woman from the auction wearing the mask and whose halter-top evening gown left little to the imagination that night.

“Here,” Ingrid said handing Marnie a knife, “you can help me prepare these.”  She said referring to the hors d'oeuvres. She continued to make conversation as they worked. “So, that’s quite a costume you have there.  Is it comfortable?”

“Yes, very.  They each were custom made.”  Marnie explained.

“They are quite, um, revealing, shall we say.”  She observed.

“Ah, yes.  I don’t think I could be doing this if it were not for the hood.”  Marnie confessed.

“Well, Mr. Larcher told my husband otherwise.  He gave us an idea for the party and said you would cooperate and enjoy it fully.”  Ingrid disclosed.

“Larcher! What was his first name?”  Marnie quizzed.

“Um, Walter, yes Walter I think.”

“Oh, I see.”  Marnie said going into a worried state. “What exactly was his idea, might I ask?”

“I’m not sure if it is supposed to be a surprise or not.  Let’s just wait for my husband.”  Ingrid suggested.  “Can you finish up with these while I go upstairs and get dressed?”  Marnie nodded. “Oh, and if the doorbell rings, would you please answer it and direct the guests to the living room?”

“That’s what I am here for.”  Marnie quipped.

Ingrid looked her up and down smiling as if being a party to an inside joke and left Marnie to finish preparing the finger food.

Couples started arriving before she ran into either the host or the hostess again.  Each couple had a bag with them.  Marnie felt as if she were back at the charity banquette with the way they were showing up sexily, although casually, dressed and in the way they leered at her body’s features as she moved around with trays of appetizers.

When everyone was in attendance, liquored up a bit, and appetites appeased, the host took Marnie by the hand holding it up at shoulder level and announced the theme of the evening.  “As some of you know who were at the auction, I won this volunteer with my, obscenely high I might add, bid.  She is a homemaker by trade so among the skills she brings to serve us tonight are those of a home manager, party hostess, and husband pleaser.” 

Marnie’s stomach soured at that last remark.  There were people from Roger’s work present, and she didn’t like the implications of that last remark.

“So, what we have here,” he went on, “is an opportunity for this volunteer to act as a surrogate wife for a request from each of you.  Who would like to make the first request? … Yes, Jean.”

“My husband wants me to go topless in front of his friends, but I’m too shy.”  Jean said.

“There you go.  We can have her do that.  Okay Number Five, that is a reasonable request of a wife since there is nothing to be ashamed of on the female body.  Will you take off your tops or should one of us do it?”

Marnie thought quickly, “Well, here goes.  Sally, Barb, and Betty were all topless for their things at least.”  So she said, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“But, Stan wants me to do it in a dance.  That’s the part that really freaks me out.”  Jean added.

“Okay then, let me put on some music.”  The host said and left Marnie standing while he went to the stereo.

When the music started, Marnie started to move tentatively and stiffly.  “I think I’d be able to dance sexier than this if I had the nerve.” Jean added.

With that, Marnie tapped into her experiences seducing her husband, and the forced times she was made to dance by Larcher, to kick it into another gear hoping to get the “Jean” woman to shut up.  The audience showed its appreciation with cheering, whistles, and applause.  By the end of the song, Marnie had removed the sliver flared skirt top that had been doing little to conceal her breasts.  As the tape went on to the next song, her breasts bounced and jiggled despite the glove-like fit of the body stocking top.  Her nipples were erect from the excitement of dancing anonymously in front of potential co-workers of Roger’s and the audience made it clear they were ready for her to take it off.  She could feel the tension in the air as she slowly peeled the body stocking off up over her head.  The men went wild and the women sat amazed, and jealous as their husbands obviously appreciated the life Marnie’s tits still had in them.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah, Jim.” A lady said waving her arm like a student needing permission from her teacher to go to the bathroom in a hurry.”

“Yes Sam.  What is it?” Jim the Host acknowledged.

“My husband wants me to be topless around his friends to, but he wants them to be able to touch those, my breasts.” Samantha said.

“Yes, I can see why he would want that Sam.  I just hope he’ll invite me over when that happens, okay Don?” Jim said with a laugh.

“Oh Jim, you devil.” Samantha responded flattered.

“Now Sam and Don have made a reasonable request, especially now that we can see how magnificent these breasts are.”  Jim announced, while Marnie blushed, evident around her shoulders.  “Why don’t we have everyone line up along here in two rows. … That’s it.”  He said standing behind Marnie and fiddling with her breasts from behind.  “Now walk slowly from here to Ingrid there on the other end. And, did I say ‘slowly?’  That’s it.”

Marnie walked a gauntlet of molesting hands that stayed mostly on her upper body, but a few strayed between her legs, despite her efforts at fending them off.  By the time she was with Ingrid’s caressing touches at the end, she was sweating, out of breath, and incredibly turned on.

“Nice.  Really nice.” Jim declared.  “Now who’s next? … Okay Julie, what’ll it be?”

“Well Jim, Everyone,” Julie said while getting up and retrieving her bag from the pile of bags in the corner.  “Ben, the dear, bought me some lingerie to model for him, but I haven’t found the right time yet.  Do you suppose … ?”

“That’s perfect.  You’re both relatively the same size, except maybe on top.  It should work just fine.”  He said taking the bag from her and walking it over to Marnie.  “Here you go.  Take this into the study there and put something on.”

Marnie took the bag resigned to going along with the impromptu modeling gig.  “Well, if Brenda can be so into it, maybe I can too.” She thought. “Oh gosh, no.  These are downright obscene.” She realized.  “What would Roger think if he ever knew I was modeling this stuff in front of his co-workers? Well it will have to be this baby doll with the panties because these others …” Marnie took off the silvery skirt and seamless black pantyhose and when she was totally nude in a strangers study, she touched herself on her nipples and pussy reliving the gauntlet of busy hands for a brief moment before sucking in her attention to put on the baby doll set.  The panties fit just slightly snug and the see through top fanned out as needed for her engorged breasts and sensitive erect nipples.  “You look great in pink Girl, so hit the runway.” She ordered herself, as she opened the double doors of the study, striking a seductive pose before approaching the audience.

They all applauded their appreciation of her looks as well as her apparent attitude toward doing it as she sashayed her way to the center of the room.

Jim held up her hand as she twirled slowly.  “Hunh? Hunh? Hunh?” He said to stir things up.  “Now why don’t you get your pretty little body back in there and put on something else.  And, put the shoes back on for the next one.” He requested.

Marnie exaggerated the movement of her hips as she walked on her tiptoes back to the study.  She put her hand up the doorframe and looked back over her shoulder for a brief seductive moment before reentering the study and closing the door behind her.  The hoots, hollers, and whistles she heard through the door were all she needed to be encouraged to put on the next little item consisting of a see-through leotard speckled with glitter, having a white furry ball covering each of the nipples and a white furry strip covering her crotch area.

It took a little more motivation to open the doors for this item however, even though it really didn’t reveal any more than the last one.  It just seemed naughtier feeling the fur strip between her legs and watching the fur balls bob up, down, and around, as she walked in the high heels.  But, out she went nevertheless, and tried her best to walk confidently toward the middle of the room despite the distraction of the sexual tension that was building up in her body and needing a release. 

She did the twirl under Jim’s hand again, trying to smile, and then Julie approached her and said, “You know the interesting feature on this outfit is . . .”  “Rip. Rip. Ri-I-I-ip!” In an instant, off came the two fur balls and the strip along her crotch, which were attached by Velcro.  “There, you see, ready for action.”

The audience applauded this feature of the costume and their first unobstructed look at Marnie’s denuded pussy lips.  The smiling faced men and the pointing fingers of surprised women were humiliating her as they focused on her nether region mercilessly.  Jim was now pulling her around the room by her upraised hand so everyone could get a better look and so she would not be able to adequately cover up.  Marnie was now being paraded around virtually naked except for the transparent material sprinkled with glitter.  Her nipples and areolas poked through the tight top and her engorged cunt lips were poking out past her protruding swollen labia.

“Are there any more items Julie?”  Jim asked.

“Ah, yes.”  Julie said in a restrained giggle.  “But, nothing as good as this.”  She said covering her laugh with her hand.

“Well then, who still needs a turn?” Jim asked of the couples. “Yes Dory.”

“Well. My Ben here likes to have me play a naughty girl and regularly give me a spanking.” She revealed “And I’d like a vacation from it this week.  Will that do?”

“Perfect. A little role playing between husband and wife is only natural.”  Jim said.

“Oh but, I don’t think the little girl outfit I brought will fit her.” She said.

“That silvery outfit you wore over your tuxedo bodysuit should work for our purposes.” Jim said to Marnie. “Why don’t you go change back into that, Number Five” 

“Here, these nylons will fit.”  Dory said, handing them with a garter belt to Marnie before she left the room.

In the study, Marnie sat for a moment to collect her thoughts.  After inventorying her emotions around the events so far, she realized that she was going to do something she had done in private with Roger several times before in one form or another, it would just be done in front of strangers. So she dressed in the stockings and silvery mini outfit, checked how she would look in the reflection of a black trophy stand, and proceeded out to meet her tormenter.

A chair had been placed in the middle of the room and Ben sat waiting, patting his lap.  Seeing this, Marnie got right into the role and walked reluctantly towards him with her head bowed.  The heels brought out the shape and tone of her well-sculpted legs.  Her flared skirt didn’t even come to the top of her stockings and the seated guests could only imagine the vortex of her shapely legs just hidden by it. As she walked they could plainly see the rounded fullness of her gently swaying breasts peeking out from below her short flared top.  Between her highly aroused state and being the center of intense attention from everyone in the room, the moistness of her twat was spreading down the insides of her legs as she walked.  She vacillated from being turned on by her show being appreciated to being humiliated by the degradation of it all. When she finally reached the seated Ben, he surprised her by roughly pulling her over his lap and giving her a warm-up slap.  Her hanging breasts now pushed up her flared top, and her skirt now allowed a view of her womanly hips. 

Jim took it upon himself to lift her skirt all the way up and tuck it back out of the way into the waistband.  Marnie was acutely aware of the view that could be seen behind her so she clenched her butt cheeks and her knees together and hugged her hanging breasts to hide as much from view as possible.  Ben massaged her butt cheeks to feel their fleshy fullness and to try to get her to relax a bit, but Marnie held tense for the next slap.  Dory waved to Julie to join her and they sat down on the floor to Ben’s right and each pulled on an ankle to part Marnie’s legs.  Ben’s massage then dipped in and over her denuded pussy and puckered anus before proceeding to reddening up her ass.  When Marnie had a rosy glow all over her ass cheeks and upper thighs, Ben ran his fingers in and around Marnie’s pussy; then holding up his wet fingers for a group inspection declared, “Dory’s not the only one who gets turned on by this.  Anyone else interested?”

When there were no takers, Jim asked for the next couple’s request while Marnie padded in place, holding her breasts in opposite hands to keep them still and out of view for the moment.  “Yes Carol.  What’ll it be?” Jim said to the woman who got up with a smile and walked silently over to the corner to retrieve their bag.

“Craig here wants to tie me up and clip things to me.  I’d like to watch someone else do it first to make sure I can handle it.  Is that something for this party?” She said handing the bag to Jim.

“A little experimenting in the bedroom you’re asking about.  Okay, that’s a wifely thing for sure.” Jim decided.  He then handed the bag back to Craig. “Here, you do the honors.  Show us what you had in mind.”

Craig looked around and decided they should shift to the dining room.  Then he said that Marnie would need to remove the top and bottom.  Marnie mewed a “No, please.” But didn’t stand in the way of progress when Carol and Craig worked together to remove her sparse coverings.  First Craig explained it would be necessary to blindfold her so she could concentrate better on what they had in mind for her.  A sleep mask served to block Marnie’s vision.  They bent her at the waist and tied her wrists to the table legs keeping her hands a about a meter apart.  Then they tied her ankles to a cutoff broomstick with about two feet spaced between them.

Marnie reflected on a time that she was in this kind of a predicament before.  And, as turned on as she was from all of the activities and stimulation, she was not looking forward to what was about to come.  Her concerns were confirmed when a clothespin was applied to her right nipple. “Yeeow.  No, please take it off. Oweeeah.”  Then another went on her other nipple. She yelped and pleaded between heavy irregular breaths, but all it afforded her was a ball gag to muffle her protests further.

Several participants took the opportunity to feel what her shaved pussy felt like, which made Marnie frantic between the need for the stimulation between her legs, to the need for the pain in her nipples to decrease.

When Carol handed Craig a butt plug, a voluptuous woman with a wry smile raised her hand.  “Yes Anita.”

“My Tom likes to do me in the ass, because after three kids, he finds it tighter.” Anita disclosed.

“Confession may be good for the soul Annie, but that’s more than we need to know.”  Jim said jokingly.

“We brought one the same size as Tom.” She said getting up to retrieve their bag.

“Whoa Tommy Boy.” One of the guys goaded.  “Let’s see.” Said Carol.

Anita pulled out a seven-inch rubber cock complete with balls that had a handle large enough for one hand to hold coming out the other end. 

“Is that all?”  Another guy teased.

“Do you want to use this instead?”  Anita suggested.

Meanwhile, Marnie was swaying her head moaning a plea to remove the makeshift nipple clamps from her hanging tits, but everyone was now focused on her other end.

“Here, this is a special lubricant for the job.” Anita said.  “It’s flavored and warms up when exposed to the air.” Craig squeezed a copious dollop in her crack atop her puckered hole, and then slowly worked a finger in to move the lubricant around. “Blow on it like this.” Anita said, and bent down with pursed lips forcing warm air out towards Marnie’s anus.

Marnie perked up to the sensations rising in her rear, wondering just how warm her anal opening would eventually become.  Her focus changed to concern when the rubber phallus was perched at the gate asking for permission to enter past the contracting sphincter.  With the ointment almost itching now, Marnie swayed her back, bent her knees and stuck her rear cheeks back to give the intruder greater access. “See Anita Babe, she likes it already.” Tom said.

Craig pushed gently and twisted it back and forth to stretch the sphincter enough for the corona to enter past the rubbery ring.  The audience held its breath in anticipation of this first stage.  Then it slid in two inches with a muffled “Ugh” sound coming from Marnie confirming its entrance. 

“Are you okay?” Craig asked. Marnie nodded her head up and down between her outstretched arms. “Okay then, here’s more.”  Craig squeezed more strawberry lotion on the top of the phallus as he worked it in by short increments until it was lodged all the way to the balls. 

Marnie knew it was possible for her to climax from having a cock in her rear from previous experience, but wished they would take the offending nipple clamps off for her to be more confident she’d be able to get her relief this way.  It was maddening to her that he was plunging it so slowly.  The initial pain was all but gone and now she was tormented with the ointment causing a fiery itch. It was also was running off down across her cunt lips causing a distracting warming sensation there.  She tried to turn her head back, but with the hood she was expressionless to them and with the gag she was silent as well.  She tried to push her rear back against the cock herself but was relatively restricted with her feet bound as they were.  Her tits were swaying every which way with the thrashing and Anita took it upon herself to flick the clothespin on her side.  Carol started to do the same on her side.  Marnie started thrashing her body in all the directions she could, given her restricted posture.  She started to panic as her breathing needs started to exceed her ability to do so through her nose, so she collapsed in place on the brink of passing out.

Everyone took it as her coming to a climax and applauded the evening’s events.  Craig slowly drew the cock out and handed it back to Anita and Tom.  Then he worked the butt plug he originally intended back in with little resistance from Marnie.

“I’ll get this stuff back from you later Jim, pal.”  Craig said.  “I think it’s time for us to get going.”  He declared rubbing his crotch area as if to say, “If you know what I mean?” 

The other guests were so sexed up by this point, they all had to leave out of decency, or they’d start an orgy right there in Jim and Ingrid’s living room.  Marnie remained bound to the table with gag, clamps and plug while the hosts said good-bye to the last of their guests.

With his arm around Ingrid, Jim said, “Well honey, it’s about time we get our money’s worth.”

“Just help me take some of these things quickly to the kitchen first.” She asked of him.

In the kitchen, they quickly piled up glasses and dishes.  Jim took an armful of beer bottles out to their mudroom and didn’t notice the family’s Golden brush by him extremely happy to finally be let out.  The retriever raced around sniffing all of the scents left by the guests and let out one quick yelp when she discovered Marnie trussed up.  The smell of Marnie’s sex and the strawberry lotion drove her mad with lust to lick it up.  Her muzzle snorted as she lapped eagerly at Marnie’s pussy and rear end.  The butt plug acted like a bookmark, reminding Marnie of where her ordeal with the cock in her ass left off.  She tried to warn the dog’s owners, but the gag was still serving its purpose.  Jim and Ingrid were making out in the kitchen while taking off each other’s clothes. When they finally came back into the dining room, they smiled at the scene before Jim yelled, “Missy! No girl, stop.” And then grabbed her and took her back out to the mudroom and closed the door.

The dog’s name being called shocked Marnie for an instant right at the moment she was about to be flooded with relief.  Ingrid watched Marnie’s body undulate trying to find a tongue for just a couple of more seconds to finish her off.  Jim came back and put his arm around his wife, who put her hand on his stiff organ.  “You know what that reminded me of?”  She asked Jim. 

“What’s that?” He replied.

“That Thanksgiving Missy got to the turkey before we did, that naughty little devil.”  Ingrid reminded.  “That naughty dog.  At least this time it is still left intact.”

Jim went up to Marnie and removed her gag while Ingrid went under the rope and sat up on the edge of the table in front of Marnie. Marnie exercised her jaw for a moment while he asked, “Would you like me to remove these clothespins?”

“Oh yes! Please!” Marnie replied.

“I will if you move forward and kiss Ingrid on the lips.” He bargained.

Marnie inched her way forward pursing her lips forward in desperation to have the nipple clamps removed only to find Ingrid’s nether lips being thrust forward onto Marnie’s nose.  “Kiss’m.” Jim insisted. Marnie tried to smooch them with her lips. “No, I mean lick, suck, you know, do my wife.”  He insisted, flicking the clothespins to get Marnie’s attention. Concerned that they might do permanent damage if they were not removed soon, Marnie started to lick and suck like her nipples depended on it.

Jim removed the menacing clothespins one at a time, but Marnie’s relief was short lived when a new pain rose in her nipples as the blood tried to flow back in.  She squealed into Ingrid’s snatch causing Ingrid to smile appreciatively at her husband who was now crouched down looking at Marnie’s nether features close up. He noticed the nasty looking butt plug contrasting with the blooming flower petals of her distended cunt lips.  “Hey, do you want me to take this thing out?” He said with his fingers on the butt plug so Marnie knew what he was taking about.

“Oh, yes please.” She tried to say into Ingrid’s cunt, causing Ingrid to tilt her head all the way back, as the exquisite sensation of Marnie’s moving lips and humming words hit her brain.

“Okay then, here goes.” Jim said, trying to get a grip on the hilt.

“Ah, ah, um, ah, ah, umphh.” Marnie moaned into Ingrid’s snatch, and out came the anal intruder with a sticky click sound.

Jim watched her sphincter muscles close and gape alternately around a phantom phallus, which was no longer there. He blew all around the area, remembering the warming effect.  Marnie moaned.  He touched her love button gently causing Marnie to pull her head up, “Gawd, I feel so open. For god’s sake stick it in me now; I can’t take this any longer. Fill me up!” Then she went back to work on Ingrid, as having her lips on Ingrid’s snatch gave her a modicum of support for her head.

“We do have a live one.” Jim remarked to his wife as he put his cock on the petals of Marnie’s open flower.  Marnie, frustrated by his hesitation to shove it in tried to back on to it in a wanton display of lust, leaving Ingrid wanting, so Jim accommodated them both and shoved his cock in balls deep pushing Marnie back to work on his wife.

Marnie came almost instantly, humming, moaning, and mashing her lips uncontrollably against Ingrid’s snatch, causing her to reach and hold Marnie’s head with one of her hands, desperate to keep the sensation going until she was ready for it to subside.  Jim continued long and steady strokes in and out of Marnie’s love tunnel despite her nearly collapsing from her first climax and compounded it with another one on top of the other, much to Ingrid’s delight.

Now, Ingrid lay back on her table luxuriating and Marnie used her snatch as a pillow trying to calm herself even though Jim was still at it.  His long in and out strokes were becoming increasingly faster and his breathing and utterances more urgent. He pulled out completely and shoved it up Marnie’s ass.  Marnie merely uttered an unintelligible “ugh” as her relief from the night’s tension outweighed the slight discomfort of the few pumps of Jim’s cock before he shot his load in her rear burrow.  He hugged her back for a moment, pulled out, and sat back on the floor behind her.  The three took several moments to recover, and then Jim untied Marnie’s ankles.  Next he untied her wrists and gave his wife a kiss, which Marnie saw the end of when she removed the sleep mask and stood up bowlegged.

“So, do you need me for anything else?” Marnie asked. 

“No Dear, we’ll clean everything up later.” Ingrid said.

“Do you need anything more from us?” Jim said with a devilish grin.

“No, that’s quite alright.” Marnie said. “You did me just fine.” She said with a touch of bashfulness.

“I don’t suppose you’d take off that hood for us to see how pretty you probably are, if your body is any indication.” Jim asked.

“No, I don’t think so.  It’s a rule.”

Marnie dressed back into her costume, drove to Barbara’s house and redressed into her regular clothes.  Barbara tried to drill her on the details, but Marnie put her off telling her she’d tell all the next day.

Late at night in bed with Roger, Marnie quizzed him while riding his cock woman-on-top, “Do you know the Johnson’s?”

“Ah, phew, phew, which Johnson’s?” Roger replied, between whatever upward thrusts he could muster while being on his back.

“Jim and Ingrid I think their names are.”

“Oh Jimbo.  Yeah, he works with me.” Roger said.

“Do you know them well enough to ask them over for dinner?” Marnie quizzed.

“Sure, I suppose.  What’s with the questions?” Roger quizzed back.

“Tell me about them.” Marnie asked.

“Can’t it wait?” Roger asked.

“Okay.  Just think about Ingrid sitting on your cock right now, and give it to me good, Big Boy.”