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THE DESCENT OF RUTH
by Art West

Chapter 4 of 6 
Summer interlude (M+F+)

It was a long summer!  I was fully addicted to sex by this time,
but had very little opportunity for much needed fixes.  I had to
work full-time now in the family store.  David and I probably got
away together about once a week, and on some occasions he would
bring a friend, as he seemed to get a kick out of seeing me fuck
other guys.  But this was only temporary relief, and there were
some weeks when David was away so that I had no relief at all.

Just when I felt I could take no more of this, David came to my
rescue.  It started just about midway through the summer vacation. 
He had returned from a week away on some summer project, and he got
me alone almost immediately.  He explained that he had been invited
to spend 8 days, Saturday through to the following Sunday, with a
group (some college age, others a bit older, he said) who had
rented a seaside house in a remote area.  The invitation had been
closely linked to a promise he had made to them, that he'd be able
to find an uninhibited girl with "no sexual hangups" to accompany
him.  It was clear that the time there was meant to be quite an
orgy, but that one of the girls they had hoped to have along had
dropped out.  David, of course, wanted me to go along to fulfill
his promise.  David took the lead in convincing our parents that I
needed some holiday, and that the sea air would do me good.  They
were hesitant about letting their little girl spend time in a mixed
group, but David assured them that he would be around as chaperone
at all times, to look after me, and they relented.

So two weeks later, we were on the road to the beach holiday. 
David pulled into the first service station, so that I could change
into a more appropriate outfit of tight shorts and a halter top.  

It was a long drive, and it was well into the afternoon before we
turned into the driveway of the beach house.   As we pulled up, the
other guests streamed out to meet us, and it turned out that we
were the last to arrive.  We were quickly shown around.  The living
area of the house faced out on to a wide lawn, running down to a
rocky shoreline, and in the middle of the lawn was a large swimming
pool that looked most inviting.  The lawn and pool area were
surrounded by high walls (although there were no neighbours),
except of course on the ocean side, so that we had a high level of
privacy.

As we looked around, I had time to examine the group.  There were
only two other girls, both rather older than myself, and I quickly
picked up their names as Cynthia and Angela.  Angela was a tall and
quite statuesque black girl with long straight hair, aged probably
in her later twenties.  Cynthia looked to be in her mid-thirties
(36, I eventually discovered), also darkish in a Latin sort of 
way,  slender with small but very firm looking breasts.  There
seemed to be about a dozen guys (including David); most were, I
guess, between 25 and 35, but there were two who seemed to be in
their forties, one of whom (Paul, I soon discovered his name to be)
appeared to be partnered with Cynthia.  Two of the men were black,
and I noted their names as Sam and Charlie.

As soon as we returned from looking at the facilities, Cynthia
slipped her arms through those of Angela and myself, and said to
the others: "OK, you guys, get everything tidied away.  We girls
are going to have a private chat".  With that, she drew us into one
of the bedrooms, and closed the door.

"I hope that you two girls know what you're letting yourselves in
for", she said to us. "If not, you'd better cut and run now!  These
guys have only one thing in mind, and that is to fuck us as often
as possible, and in as many ways as possible.  Do you think you're
ready for that?"

We both smiled, perhaps a little nervously, and nodded.

"Right then, let's agree to some rules", she continued.  "I would
prefer no rules, except that we only fuck; we don't cook, wash up,
or anything else for them.  I know a lot of these guys, and have
information on the rest.  They are all clean, and I for one don't
want to stuff around with rubbers over the next week.  Are you two
OK with that?  Are you on the pill?"  When we agreed, she added:
"OK, then follow my lead ..."

We emerged to cheers from the men.  Cynthia held up a hand for
silence.

"OK you guys, we know what you want from us!  But let's make a few
things clear.  You don't get drunk.  You keep the place neat and
clean.  You prepare food and feed us here, or take us out to eat. 
We do nothing except act as receptacles for your sperm.  Are you
prepared to have us on these conditions?  Let's have an indication
from all of you ... raise your hands!"

It was unanimous!  "Great", said Cynthia.  "Now it seems to me that
you guys still need to be tidying up this room, and getting
supplies packed away.  When you're finished, you'll find us girls
out at the poolside".  With that, she unbuttoned her blouse and
dropped it over a chair, followed quickly by her skirt.  That left
her naked, as she had not been wearing bra or panties.  Angela and
I followed suit quickly, and the three of us strolled outside,
wiggling our backsides at the men. Conveniently, there were three
comfortable waterproof mattresses, each placed on slightly raised
wooden benches.  We each took one and lay out to enjoy the sun.  

My pussy was already creaming, and I couldn't wait for the guys to
emerge.  I did not have long to wait.  A few minutes later they
came out in a rush, stripping off as they trotted towards the pool,
and I lazily spread my legs wide.  Charlie (one of the black guys)
was the first to reach me, and was already totally naked with his
thick and very black shaft rigid and stiff.  He dropped down on me,
starting by kissing my pussy, and then working his lips up across
my stomach to my tits, where he paused for a while to suck on each
nipple.  By this time, I needed to be fucked!  I pulled him by the
shoulders, and our mouths found each other as his dick found my
nether lips, and in one jerk buried itself to the hilt in my cunt. 
We were soon frantically rutting against each other, as I quickly
reached my first of many climaxes for that day.  My partner came
quickly, but that did not worry me, as I knew there would be many
more.

The next guy turned me into a crouching position on my knees, and
took me doggie style from behind, as he fondled my dangling tits. 
This gave me a better view of what was happening with other two
girls.  I caught sight of David watching me as he wanked himself,
apparently standing next in turn to screw Angela.  He grinned at
me, and I blew him a kiss.

The interesting sight was that of Cynthia and Paul.  He was sitting
cross-legged on the mattress, with her head resting against his
chest.  They were kissing, while his hands caressed her tits and
played with her nipples.  But at the same time, Sam was
enthusiastically fucking her and she was certainly actively
responding, her hips thrusting hard against him.  He was evidently
having a great time, and quite a few of the other guys were lining
up to take his place.  As I watched, Sam climaxed, and Cynthia's
legs wrapped firmly around him to ensure that every drop of his
sperm stayed deep in her womb.

I soon lost sight of the other two, however, as one of the other
guys moved in front of me, and forced his cock between my lips and
started fucking my mouth.  It was not long before I had another
load of cum up my pussy and in my mouth, some of which ran down my
chin as I couldn't swallow it all.  The two guys were immediately
replaced, so that the stimulation of my vagina, breasts and mouth
continued unabated, driving me from one sexual climax to the next. 
I was completely in my element, and let the world know about it as
I screamed out my ecstasy.   Mind you, Cynthia and Angela were not
exactly quiet either, and the men were grunting to their own
climaxes.

It's difficult to know how long this went on for.  I guess each of
the men must have cum twice in quick succession before the activity
started to ease off.  At some point we all jumped into the pool,
and horsed around for a while.  It was getting towards supper time
by now, and some of the guys started a barbecue.  Angela, Cynthia
and I made to attempt to cover ourselves as we stood round sipping
drinks and waiting for the food to be ready.  We were surrounded by
cocks at various stages of erection, and various of the guys felt
us up, running hands up our legs, grasping arse cheeks while
running fingers into our slits, and fondling our tits.  Every now
and then, the urge would overpower one of the men, who would screw
one of us right there as the others watched and made ribald
comments.  The totally uninhibited atmosphere was exemplified by
the fact that no one bothered to go inside to pee (which was quite
often, given the amount of drink being consumed).  We simply pissed
on the grass, more or less wherever we were, the three girls
squatting slightly while holding on to a couple of male legs for
support, caressing and lightly kissing the attached cocks.  In
fact, at Cynthia's instigation we took to holding the guys' cocks
as they peed, and I rather enjoyed writing piss-patterns on the
ground.

Quite early, around 10pm, a number of the group were ready for bed. 
It was again Cynthia who took the lead in suggesting arrangements. 
There were three bedrooms, each with a king-sized  bed.  Her idea
was that the three girls would each take a bed.  The men would draw
lucky numbers, and two would be allocated to each bed..  The rest
would have to doss down where they could, but over the week, all
should get quite a few chances.  I was pleased to find that David
had drawn my bed, together with Paddy, a short muscular red-headed
guy with probably the most enormous cock I have ever seen.  I
kissed passionately with David, as Paddy entered me from behind. 
Once Paddy had come, the three of us fell asleep almost
immediately, in the positions we were, and with my hand resting on
David's cock.  I slept solidly for some hours, waking to find the
sun streaming into the room, and David looking at me.  We had time
for a quick fuck before getting up to join the remainder of the
group in the main living area.

This became our routine for the next week.  The girls remained
naked at all times, willingly fucking or sucking whenever an erect
cock demanded relief.  From time to time, additional visitors
dropped in, but that did not change our behaviour.  Most visitors
were male, and eagerly joined in.  On a couple of occasions, there
were female visitors.  On one such occasion, the two girls who
arrived with three boys looked in horror at me fucking in the
middle of the living room floor, and demanded to be taken home
immediately, much to the disappointment of their male companions. 
On the other occasion, the one girl visitor watched in fascination
for a while, and eventually stripped for a nude swim and made love
to her boyfriend, but not with anyone else.

Each evening we went out to eat at a different pub in the area.  Of
course, we dressed for dinner, but only just!  Typically, I would
wear a simple wrap-around skirt and a brief halter top, or a simple
sarong with no underwear.  When we arrived at the pub chosen for
the evening, we would occupy three tables, preferably towards the
side or corner, with one girl and four guys at each.   Once we had
eaten and had a couple of drinks, we started to compete to see who
could be the more outrageous; the winner was the girl whose
behaviour first got us thrown out of the pub.  My routine was to
start french-kissing with one of the guys at my table, allowing him
openly to fondle my tits.  If that did not catch the attention of
the management, I would swing my legs across him and continue to
smooch, allowing my wrap-around skirt to fall open to reveal my
thighs to any passers-by as humped against my partner.  By this
time a couple of the other guys would be stroking my exposed legs. 
If even this did not generate any action, I would free the guy's
cock and we would start fucking there and then.  To make sure we
were noticed, I would make plenty of noise, only some of which was
make believe, as the exhibitionistic thrill of fucking in front of
an audience of strangers was enough to drive me to orgasm. 
Usually, at least one of my tits would pop out of my top by this
time.  Over the six nights that we did this performance at
different pubs, I won three times, Cynthia twice, and Angela once
on the last night.  Angela's triumph was achieved by having David
dance with her, pulling her skirt up to reveal her naked butt as he
screwed her right there on the dance floor.

When we eventually were asked to leave, I at least would be so
aroused that I would strip in the parking lot before getting into
the car, to continue fucking as we drove back to our house.

By the end of the week, I was beginning to feel that I had had
enough to keep me going again for a few weeks back home.  In fact,
I even felt that my little pussy could do with a couple of days'
rest!  As we were packing up to go, Cynthia said that while she had
respected everyone's privacy, she was sort of curious to know
something of our backgrounds, and I must say that I felt much the
same way.  I put my arm around David, as I told them we were
brother and sister, and mentioned something of our religious
background, which seemed to thrill a number of the others.

Angela told us that her parents had broken out of real slum
beginnings to become professional people, and as a result had been
extremely careful to ensure that all their behaviour would be
beyond reproach.  She had been sent to a convent school, had
eventually graduated as a lawyer, and now practised in a large city
practice.  She was due to get married at a large social event, but
had wanted one last wild fling before settling down.  Sam was her
cousin, and the two of them had experimented sexually together
since they were pre-teens.

But the wildest story came from Cynthia.  "As you probably
guessed", she told us, "Paul and I have been married for 15 years,
and have two children aged 10 and 12."  After the two children, she
and Paul had decided not to have any more, and so he had had a
vasectomy.  But over the last year, she had become broody, and
really wanted to have another baby.  There had been an attempt to
reverse Paul's vasectomy, but that had not been successful.  They
had spoken of artificial insemination, but it seemed to unfeeling. 
"So", continued Cynthia, "when Paul told me of this little group,
we knew what to do!  This last week has been my fertile period, and
just to make sure, I had a doctor give me a mild dose of a
fertility drug just to boost the chances, although he warned me
that I was pretty fertile anyway, so that a multiple birth was a
good likelihood.  In other words, my friends, one or more of you
guys may be a daddy in the making!".  And in fact, I did hear nine
months later that she had twins, one of whom was a darkie.  

On the way home, David dared me to not to change, but simply to
arrive at home in the tight shorts and minuscule top I was wearing
(without bra).  My mother's expression when she saw me was a
picture! She was almost speechless.  "R R Ruthie ... Wh Wha What
are you wearing.  How can you go around in public dressed like a
... like a ... a ....a."  David casually told her not to be so old-
fashioned, as all college girls dressed like this.  She turned to
my father for support, but much to my surprise he said nothing,
sort of muttering in his beard but not coming out with any clear
statement.  So for the rest of the summer, I regularly dressed in
this manner, to my mother's disgust, but apparently with my
father's silent acceptance.  I became increasingly convinced, in
fact, that my father was sneaking lustful looks at my thighs and
tits.  So naughtily, I did some minor flashing.  Not as I had
flashed David in earlier years, but giving the old man glimpses of
my panties, fair expanse of tit, and so on.  I was quite sure that
I spied some tenting of his trousers indicating a hard-on.  I
shared my suspicions with David, who was initially skeptical, but
ultimately thought he agreed, and found the idea quite fascinating.



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