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The Girl's School 6 (MF bdsm fdom)
By: Connard Wellingham
Chapter 6 - Initiation (MF bdsm fdom)
He was awoken by frantic knocking on the front door. Blearily he stumbled
from his bed and opened it. In the hallway stood Jacqueline, holding a
raincoat
clasped tightly at her throat and looking very agitated.
"Quick," she cried. "You must come at once."
"What .... ? Why ... ?" he asked, his head full of sleep.
"Don't ask any questions. You must come now. It's very important."
The urgency in her voice penetrated the fog of sleep.
"Okay. Okay." he turned away to find some clothes and Jacqueline followed
him in and paced agitatedly while he struggled into trousers, jumper and
shoes.
"Hurry. Do hurry," she urged.
She led him out across the courtyard and away from the main entrance. The
night was overcast and pitch black and he had no idea of what time it
was. He
kept stumbling and tripping, although Jacqueline seemed to know her way.
He
noticed, without really being aware of it, that she held the neck of her
coat
tightly closed at all times although the night was not cold, and that
she was
wearing a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals.
She opened a door he had not seen before and urged him through.
"In here," she hissed. "Be careful on the stairs."
There was no light and he stumbled up a flight of stairs. As he reached
the top, a door opened in front of him and the dim light spilling out
temporarily blinded him. Before his eyes could adjust, Jacqueline
pushed him
firmly from behind. He lurched through the doorway and was grabbed by a
number
of people. His arms were pinned tightly and a hood thrown over his
head. He
started to protest and struggle.
"Adam," said a voice he recognised as Anne's. "Be still and listen. You
have been brought here tonight for a very special purpose. Tonight you
are on
trial. It is a serious trail for your future depends on how you
behave. For
the duration you will remain blindfolded. If you cooperate, your arms will
remain free and only your legs will be restrained. To succeed in this
trial
you must do exactly as you are instructed without question and without
objection. If you so much as hint at non-cooperation, the consequences
will be
severe. Do you understand."
"What...! This is outrageous! You can't ... " he spluttered, his voice
muffled by the hood.
"Adam! I can't tell you how important and serious this is. I am not
exaggerating when I say your whole future depends on what happens here
tonight.
You must do exactly as instructed without question and without
objection. I
will not repeat this. You have no need to speak - simply nod or shake your
head. Now, do I have your full and willing cooperation?"
There was something in her voice that convinced him she was deadly serious
and it chilled him. He noticed that he had not been given an option to
back
out. For a fleeting instant he wondered if his life was at stake. He
swallowed
in a dry throat and nodded.
"You agree you will obey every command given and carry out every action as
instructed?"
Again he nodded. There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief from his
captors. With a flash of intuition, he realised they were all female. A
feminine body pressed against him and soft hands slipped a mask
underneath the
hood and secured it tightly around his eyes. The hood was removed.
It felt very strange and unnerving to be in an unknown room with a group
of unknown women, unable to see. The lack of vision, however,
heightened his
other senses. The hands that had fastened the mask now tugged at his
jumper.
He raised his arms above his head to assist. A second pair of hands was
fumbling at his belt and fly and a third pair was tugging at his shoes.
The air
was warm and the floor carpeted. The carpet felt soft and thick against
his
bare feet. There was a clanking of chains and soft hands clamped padded
metal
bands around his ankles. He was urged forward, stumbling as he
discovered that
the chain joined the ankle bands together, until his toes met and
obstruction.
"Bend over. You won't fall," said a voice.
His hands were pulled forward to grip a horizontal metal bar, slightly
above waist height and away form his body. There was a shuffling sound
from the
floor and a pair of gentle hands and mouth wrapped themselves around his
cock.
Despite feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, he began to respond.
The
hands cupped his balls, nails scored lightly up the sensitive underside
of his
cock. Lips and tongue licked and sucked around the glans. The mouth
engulfed
him and he felt the tip of his cock press against the woman's throat.
She was
definitely an expert at oral sex. He groaned.
Without warning a line of severe pain lanced across his buttocks and a
searing heat, like a jolt of electricity, surged through his body. He
cried out
and jerked forwards to escape the pain. The woman sucking him off
jerked her
mouth away to avoid being choked.
"What the ... !" he shouted.
"Remember, Adam, you are on trial, here!"
The pain and shock receded leaving a residual heat. The mouth returned to
ministering to his cock which now seemed even more sensitive. With sudden
insight he saw the parallel between his situation and the recent punishment
session. The mouth at his cock and the burning in his bottom prevented
him from
thinking very clearly. This was very important! If only they would let
him
alone for a moment he was sure he could work it out.
The second blow landed and again he jerked forwards. This time he managed
to remain silent except for an involuntary grunt. Images flashed
through his
mind; of the girls in the car on the way to the interview, of Felicia in
her
thong, of Anne confessing she enjoyed punishing the girls. All the little
signals he had overlooked suddenly came into focus. This was no ordinary
school. Something mysterious was going on. He was taking part in some
sort of
initiation rite - some trial to see if he was fit for something. He had
no idea
what but in that instant he knew he wanted, needed to be part of it and
that he
must not fail. With almost maniacal glee, he braced himself for the
further
blows he knew would come.
When the next blow landed he gripped the bar tightly and managed to
restrain his movement to a slight flinch.
"Very good," said Anne, approvingly.
The mouth at his cock had moved away in case he reacted but quickly
returned. He gritted his teeth as the pain surged through him again. This
time, perhaps because he was anticipating it, it did not seem so bad.
The blows
continued to rain down on him from behind and the mouth continued to
suck him
from the front. He no longer felt the individual blows. Each one
seemed only
to raise the searing agony to even higher levels. The pain became heat and
spread through his body with its focus in his cock. The mouth licked and
slurped and sucked seeking to suck his balls out through the tip of his
cock.
He lost count of the strokes. His whole concentration was on the pain
and the
heat and the sucking mouth. A deep sensation began at the base of his
cock.
"Oh, shit. Oh, yes," he cried out. He began to twitch uncontrollably
as his
balls emptied and he pumped his cum into the anonymous mouth. The first
spurt
caught her by surprise but she immediately began sucking and swallowing
enthusiastically, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently as they
emptied
their contents into her mouth.
The mouth moved away and was replaced by a second one which eagerly licked
and lapped him clean. Gentle hands helped him upright where he stood on
shaky
legs. A glass of liquid was pressed into his hand and he drank it
eagerly, not
thinking or caring about what it might be. It didn't seem to be
alcoholic but
it settled in his stomach and spread a fuzzy warmth all through his
body. The
pain in his bottom receded to a dull ache. Another pair of soft hands
took hold
of his cock and gently began to masturbate him. To his surprise, he
began to
respond immediately. A mouth followed the hands - this time full of
light and
fluttery kisses and licks that seemed more aimed at rousing him to full
strength. In no time at all, his cock was stiff and throbbing. He
could feel
the blood pulse through its veins and he wanted a fuck.
Eager hands pressed him back until he was lying on his back on a narrow
bench. His arms were pulled together under the bench and his wrists were
handcuffed together. His feet were unchained and positioned flat on the
floor
and a strap secured his ankles to the legs of the bench. The bench was
narrow
and he felt precariously balanced. He was acutely conscious of his
cock, thick
and throbbing and standing stiffly out from his body, fully exposed for
all to
see. Then there was the warmth of a woman's body near his head and the
musky,
tingly aroma of hot female sex.
"Right, Adam," said Anne's voice. "You are required to make each person
in turn cum without cumming yourself. If you cum first, it will be 20
lashes
plus 5 for each person you missed. Clear?"
He nodded and before he could even take a breath, his mouth was filled
with hot, wet, cunt and a thick bush of pubic hair. He stuck out a
tongue and
probed the cunt and was rewarded with a moan. He began to lick between the
proffered lips, running his tongue up and down the moist slit. He probed
deeper, wiggling his tongue inside the vagina. It's owner moaned again and
started to rub her cunt up and down on his face. The hairs of her cunt
filled
his mouth and his nose and chin became coated and sticky with her juices.
He found her clitoris and flicked it with his tongue; probing and poking.
The owner grew more agitated, pressing down more heavily on his face. He
stretched his lips and sucked the clitoris into his mouth. This drove
the woman
wild and she started bucking so fiercely that he feared he would roll
off the
bench. But her agitation acted to his advantage for, instead of having
to work
to bring her off, the woman was doing that for him. She was obviously
aroused
before he started and it was only a matter of minutes before she pushed
down
hard on his face, almost breaking his neck, and rewarded his efforts with a
scream of pleasure and a flood of feminine juices. The juices ran stickily
covering his nose, mouth and chin.
He could hear the woman being helped down with appreciative murmurs.
'Well, that wasn't too bad,' he thought. 'If my neck can stand the
strain, I
should be able to do this.'
A warm, damp cloth was passed over his face and neck, wiping away the
sticky residue and another pair of thighs stepped up. He knew it was
somebody
different: the aroma from the aroused cunt above his head was, somehow,
sweeter
and lighter. The thighs and cunt seemed closer so he guessed that this
woman
was smaller. From above his head a hesitant voice said, "I don't think
I want
to do this..."
"You have to," came Jaqueline's voice, encouragingly. "You'll be just
fine. You'll enjoy it."
The cunt was lowered tentatively. He felt soft, cunt lips and a brush of
fine cunt hair against his nose and mouth. He surmised that this was
Evaline.
He decided he had better be a bit less aggressive than he had been with the
previous woman. He started by making short, gentle licks over and
around the
soft cunt lips, gradually making them longer and more lingering. The
cunt was
not so aroused as the previous one had been and it was several minutes
before he
felt them swell and part. The sweet, musky odour increased and he was
aware of a
slight trembling in the thighs which clamped his ears. He gently probed
his
tongue between the lips and licked up and down in long sweeps. The
trembling in
the thighs increased and a low moan came from above.
Without warning a tongue of fire lashed across his prick and the shock
made him jerk, almost dislodging the woman above him. Again, the pain
lanced
through his prick and balls. It was so intense he nearly wept.
'Oh,God, no
more,' he begged in silent agony. In that moment of blurred anguish he
almost
gave up. But something held him and he fought to maintain his balance
and his
equilibrium, and keep up the steady licking of the cunt pressing down on
his
face. The woman was now fully aroused and her pussy juices were
trickling out
running over his chin. He extended his tongue, pushing it deeper into
the hot,
wet interior and wiggling it about. Evaline's cunt tasted young and
sweet and
he wished he could push his cock into it instead of his tongue.
No further blows came to his cock. Instead, it was suddenly engulfed in a
warm, wet mouth. To his surprise, the lashing had not decreased his
ardour. If
anything, his cock was even more sensitive and felt every touch of lips
and
tongue intensely. The mouth moved up and down on his cock, sucking as
it rose.
The tongue ran round the sensitive tip then the mouth descended again.
'Oh,
shit,' he thought. 'If she keeps this up, I'll cum long before I've
finished.'
The thought of 20 or more lashes, however, didn't bear contemplating so he
tried his best to ignore the sensations at his lower end and concentrate on
those at the top end.
He probed and licked, wiggling his tongue deep into the, by now, hotly
aroused cunt. He found the woman's stiff, little clitoris and circles
it with
his tongue. She let out a small scream and almost overbalanced.
Sympathetic
hands reached out to support her and he could vaguely hear encouraging
voices
muffled by the slim thighs clamped tightly around his head.
The mouth continued to ply his cock and he continued to try to ignore it
and bring the girl on his face to her climax. He sucked her clitoris
into his
mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth. That did it. Evaline's thighs
parted then clamped shut around his head, her bottom jerked and twitched
as she
came. More sweet, female juice dribbled over his face and he eagerly
lapped it
from her cunt. Trembling with emotion, she was helped down. The mouth
was
withdrawn from his cock.
Now the stress was over, he became aware that his body, particularly his
neck and shoulders were aching with the strain of maintaining his
balance on the
narrow bench.
His face was tenderly cleaned again. Then another pair of thighs
straddled his head and another cunt descended, rather tentatively, on
his face.
These thighs were sleek and muscular and the cunt had a more stringent
odour -
tart and piquant. With sudden insight he knew this was Barbara. As her
cunt
lips brushed his nose, he was aware of two things - that she was
remarkably wet
and that there was not a trace of hair anywhere. He explored the bare
lips with
his tongue and discovered that they were small and full. He tried to
visualise
Barbara naked with her small, round cunt and found the image
surprisingly erotic
although he had not been particularly attracted to her before. She was too
honed, too lean for his tastes with her small high breasts and broad
shoulders.
He continued to carefully explore Barbara's bare pussy, conscious that,
as an
out-and-out lesbian, she would probably not be a particularly enthusiastic
participant.
He was so absorbed in his task that he completely forgot where he was, so
the lash curling round his erect prick caught him totally by surprise.
Only by
an effort of supreme self-control did he avoid biting both his tongue and
Barbara's cunt lips. Three times the lash bit into his prick and three
times
the pain seared through his body. He broke out in a sweat all over.
Somehow he managed to maintain his ministrations on Barbara's cunt,
licking round the outside of her lips and then the inside. Moving his
tongue in
a circle he gradually eased it into her vagina. His strategy was
correct. As
he penetrated deeper, he could feel her self-control break down. Her
legs began
to tremble slightly and her breathing came faster and hoarser.
The pain in his cock faded and was replaced with a throbbing burning
sensation. The tip of a soft, wet tongue touch the very tip and jerked
involuntarily. The tongue pressed and wiggled as if trying to insert
itself
into the pee-hole. The sensation nearly blew his mind. Then it circled
his
glans, looping round and round. Every so often, just for variety, lips
would
close over it and the tongue would lash the tip. He could feel his prick
throbbing and pulsing and began to doubt he could hold out long enough to
complete his task.
With a sense of urgency, he thrust his tongue deep into the cunt on his
face. Barbara groaned loudly. She slumped forward, supporting her
weight with
her hands on his chest and pushed her cunt down onto his mouth. This
helped
distract him from the ministrations at his other end and he attacked her
cunt
with a will, plunging his tongue in and out of her cunt - fucking her
with his
tongue. She shifted slightly and he found her clitoris, a hard nubbin
like a
child's thumb, which he proceeded to lick and nibble with vigour, sometimes
sucking it right into his mouth and lashing with his tongue. Barbara
bounced
and wriggled above him so that he had great difficulty in holding on. She
moaned and grunted above him, obviously nearing her climax. He gripped her
clitoris between his lips and manipulated it with his tongue and let her
own
movements take her over the edge. Suddenly she let out a high-pitched
yell and
sat heavily on his face. Her legs went rigid and she flooded his mouth
with her
cum. There were cries of pleasure and encouragement from the others as
she was
assisted off.
"You bastard," she hissed. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
He felt a glow of smug satisfaction.
Meanwhile, the mouth administering to his prick had become more
demanding.
It was now sliding up and down his pole. He could feel his prick enter the
woman's throat and her lips against his pubic hairs, and realised she
was taking
his complete length right into her mouth. Although he couldn't see her,
he had
a mental image of Jacqueline, crouched over his cock, her full, red lips
sliding
up and down and his cock disappearing completely between them. He could
feel
his balls begin to tighten and feared he would not last out much longer.
Momentary distraction arrived as the warm, damp cloth wiped his face.
Another pair of thighs straddled his head and he knew, before she had
settled,
that this was Anne. He determined to make her experience a memorable one.
He suspected that, although she came across as being very assertive, she
actually had a submissive streak in her and a liking for mild pain. He
started,
as with Barbara, by licking round the damp and swollen lips of her
pussy. But,
suddenly, he took them between his teeth and bit gently.
"Ow," said Anne, jerking at the unexpected pain.
He continued licking and nibbling, sometimes with his teeth, sometimes
with his lips. She twitched and jerked above him, uttering little cries
of
'Oh' and 'Ah' as he nipped and nibbled. Leaving her lips, he ran his
tongue
slowly up her crack from bottom to top in long, slow licks, not penetrating
deeply. Gradually, he worked his tongue more deeply between her lips,
now wet
with arousal. Her cries turned to sighs.
The woman at his prick had changed tactics and was now alternately licking
his prick like a lollipop and taking him deep in her throat. The
pressure in
his balls was continuing to mount and he felt like gritting his teeth in an
effort to prevent himself cumming.
Unlike the others, Anne had mounted him facing his head and he had to
stretch up his neck to seek out her clitoris. He found it hard and
erect. As
soon as she felt his tongue, she gave a shout, grasped his head in her
hands and
pressed him tightly against her cunt. He opened his mouth wide and
sucked her
clitoris right inside, closing his lips firmly on it. He wiggled his
jaw from
side to side, rolling the hard nubbin between his compressed lips.
Holding his
head firmly, Anne worked her hips backwards and forwards, fucking herself
against his mouth and nose. She was gasping and panting as she worked
herself
into a frenzy. His mouth was filled with cunt. His nose was filled
with cunt.
He was suffocating. Then suddenly, she gave a cry, parted her thighs
wide and
clamped them back against his head as she flooded his face with her cum.
The act of her cumming seemed to release something in him. Without
warning, his cock pulsed wildly and he arched his back up off the bench,
jamming
his cock into the back of the throat of the woman who was sucking him off.
Instinctively she swallowed and, as he shot his first load of cum, he
felt the
tip of his cock being squeezed by the contractions. The sensation was
exquisite. He gave a great shout into Anne's cunt and he thrust further
upwards
driving his cock down the woman's throat and shooting his spunk directly
into
her throat in huge, sticky gobs.
Completely overcome, the woman slumped to the floor and Anne practically
fell off his face. He slipped sideways and tumbled over, pulling the
bench with
him, fortunately missing Anne and the woman. There was a moment's dead
silence
and then a rush of eager hands and babble of excited voices as all three
were
assisted to their feet. His bonds were untied and he was half-carried
to an
easy chair where he collapsed, exhausted. Tender hands massaged his
wrists and
ankles and cleaned his face, neck and cock. A tumbler was placed in his
hands
and he drank avidly, feeling the cool liquid pass refreshingly down his
throat.
As he slumped in the chair, recovering from his efforts, he drank in the
atmosphere of the room. Although he couldn't see, the place positively
reeked
of sex - it wasn't just the smell of cum, although that was strong
enough, nor
was it only the sound of the women talking in low but excited voices.
There was
something else - an electricity in the air. 'Five of them,' he thought.
'I'm
sure there's five of them.. Anne and Jacqueline had spoken to him. He had
recognised Evaline's voice and was fairly certin of Barbara. For some
reason he
was sure the fifth was Marcia. 'Five, yes. OhmiGod. I only did four. I
didn't complete the task,' he thought is panic. Sweat broke form his
body. Any
second now, Anne would announce his forfeit of 25 lashes. No, he
couldn't take
it.
But the voices continued to murmur animatedly in the background. He
sensed only an air relaxation and satisfaction with undercurrent of
tension.
Perhaps they had forgotten or felt he had done enough. Gradually he
began to
relax. Anne and Jacqueline, Barbara, Evaline and Marcia. Five
exceptionally
attractive women in their own way. He could almost picture them - their
hands
fluttering and caressing; lips, full with passion, pouting and kissing;
breasts
heavy with desire with swollen, turgid nipples; pussy lips distended
with lust
with delicate drops of sexual fluid clinging to fine pubic hair. The
vision
caused warmth to flood through his loins and he felt his cock begin to
stir and
swell.
Hands clapped sharply and Anne said, "OK. Next test."
There was general murmuring and shifting of position. A hand curled round
his swelling cock and started to masturbate him to full hardness. Soft
hair
brushed his shoulder and Jacqueline's voice, close to his ear, said,
"This is
the last lap. One day soon, I'm going to get you on your own - and then
you'd
better watch out."
"Is that a threat or a promise," he whispered back, his cock jumped at
both her touch and her words.
"Both," she replied. "Now stand up."
Jacqueline tugged at his cock and he clambered to his feet. She slipped a
leather collar round it and worked it up until it encircled the base.
It was
pulled tight, but not painfully so and the strings were tied securely
around his
balls. Jacqueline grasped his cock firmly and led him across the room.
He was
aware of someone in front of him and could smell the musky odour of a
woman in
heat. He was urged gently forward. The tip of his cock met the soft
wet lips
of a cunt. He let out a low moan as did the owner of the cunt. He put
out his
hands and had enough time to feel the contours of a pair of firm, round
buttocks
before his hands were pulled away and he was made to lean forward again
and grip
a horizontal bar. He desperately wanted to bury himself deep in the
cunt and he
sensed that she was as eager as he but was aware that he must await
instructions.
Jacqueline's hands left his cock and a light tap on his bottom was the
signal. He pushed forward, easing his throbbing cock into the hot, wet,
eager
cunt. The owner pushed back, anxious to have him as deep inside her as
possible. The sensation of being surrounded by a vagina was exquisite,
made
more so by the subtle pressure she was applying with her vaginal muscles.
He was about to start humping her when a voice said, "Wait."
He paused. He was aware of someone behind him and then something hard and
slimy was nosing between the cheeks of his bottom and probing at his
sphincter.
"I've been wanting to do this since we met," breathed Anne's voice.
He realised he was going to be buggered and instinctively tightened his
buttocks.
Anne leant over him and he could feel her large, resilient breasts press
against his back, their nipples hard points of fire. "Relax," she said.
"I'm
going to enjoy this and I know you are, too."
Despite his apprehension, there was something exciting about the idea of
being buggered, particularly by a woman as beautiful as Anne. He tried
to relax
his muscles and was rewarded as his sphincter popped and the head of the
dildo
slipped inside. Anne started to push forwards but he said, hoarsely,
"Wait a
moment. Let me get used to it."
She paused to let him accept the intruded in his backside. After a moment
he pushed slightly back at her and she eased the dildo up into his arse.
Fortunately it was neither particularly long nor thick. He could feel the
leather straps that held it and Anne's hot belly pressed against his
bottom.
The owner of the cunt in which his cock was buried remained perfectly
still but
he could feel her trembling with the strain.
"Now, " said Anne. "I want you to pull back and then I will. When I push
forward, you do too. You'll soon get the hang of it."
He pulled his cock back from the cunt, leaving just the tip inside. The
woman groaned in frustration. Anne pulled back leaving just the tip of the
dildo in his arse then pushed forwards firmly again. He pushed, too,
burying
himself deep in the willing cunt.
Gradually, they fell into a rhythm with Anne pushing and pulling the dildo
in and out of his arse while he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of
the
unseen cunt in front of him. He wished he could see and he wished he
could use
his hands to fondle the smooth bottom. But somehow, the fact he
couldn't made
the experience all the more exciting. All sensation was concentrated on
his
cock in the cunt and the dildo in his arse. The woman was panting and
moaning.
Her cunt was squeezing his cock; trying to keep it in her as he
withdrew. Anne
had wrapped her arms around him, squashing her superb breasts against
his back
and murmuring tender obscenities in his ear as she humped wildly against
his
bottom. His bottom still hurt and he mentally winced every time the straps
smacked into him. Somehow, this did not detract from the exercise but
served to
heighten his sensations.
He was, in turn, banging his cock deeply into the unseen cunt, her
buttocks slapping against him and his balls swinging between her parted
thighs.
The double sensation of fucking and being fucked, and all this without
being
able to see a thing, raised him to fever pitch. He was aware of Anne
behind
him, crying out as she came and then the woman in front of him. And
then he
realised the purpose of the leather collar. As he cock swelled to
discharge his
first load of cum, the collar tightened, blocking the passage. He
jerked and
moaned in frustration at this dry cum. Behind him, Anne pressed herself
tightly
to his twitching buttocks, grinding her pubis against them and causing
the dildo
to wiggle round inside his bowels.
"On," she cried. "More. More."
She started fucking him again and he, perforce, started fucking the unseen
cunt in which he was buried. She gave a scream, half pain half
pleasure, and
then started to respond to his renewed onslaught. Anne fucked him hard,
obviously delighting in the power she had over him. The woman he was
fucking
was moaning a wailing as he thrust in and out of her.
Anne stopped suddenly and hands were at his balls, loosening the strings
of the cock collar. Then she renewed her onslaught of his arse. He was
aware
that her passion was mounting and in a strange way the dildo in his arse
became
pleasurable. He began to rotate his buttocks and push back at her,
trying to
increase her pleasure. That had an effect on the woman in front and she
thrust
herself back, humping her bottom up and down as she was hit by her second
orgasm. Behind him, Anne came again and he could feel himself tensing
as his
own orgasm approached. With a hoarse cry, he strained forwards and lifted
himself onto his toes with Anne pressed tight behind him, and pumped his
cum
into the depths of the unknown but willing cunt. The climax was
heightened as
he could feel Anne pressed against his clenching buttocks and was aware
that she
had come yet again when he had.
At last Anne withdrew the dildo from his bottom and he pulled out of the
woman. He was trembling so much that he nearly collapsed. The unseen
hands
guided him to a comfortable chair and helped him sit. He could smell
the aroma
of sex all around and knew that it was not only his menage-a-trois that had
achieved satisfaction. A glass was placed in his hands and again he drank
carelessly. He was totally spaced out and no longer cared where he was
or what
would happen to him. As it was, there was the rustle of clothing around
him -
the sounds of people dressing and shortly thereafter helpful hands were
assisting him to dress.
They guided him to the door and, as he was about to leave he said on
impulse, "Thank you ladies, whoever you are, for a most memorable
experience.
And if you should care to invite me back in whatever capacity, I'd be
delighted
to accept."
This brought a ripple of delight and mirth from the company.
Outside, the mask was removed and he was aware of a dim figure which
gradually
manifested itself as Jacqueline.
"Do you know the way back?" she asked.
"No."
"OK. I'll guide you."
She led him down dim paths until they reached the courtyard.
"You'll be OK from here," she whispered.
"Yes, thank you. And, by the way - thank you."
She giggled. "It's we who should thank you." She planted a quick kiss on
his lips and disappeared into the night.
Wearily, he stumbled indoors and collapsed on the bed without even
undressing.
END of Chapter 6