The date of the party was set the next weekend. I was so excited, I could barely sleep, but Professor and Mrs H had decided it would be better if I started sleeping in my own room again. I was crushed when they told me, but we couldn’t keep having sex all hours of the day and night. And I did understand that they would like to spend some time together alone.
Despite my disappointment, I did appreciate the unbroken sleeps I was getting. I didn’t stop being horny, and I took matters in my own hand when things got too much, but overall it was good that we weren’t having sex all the time. At first, I worried that Professor and Mrs H had decided to take things easier for my sake, but I didn’t hear many sex sounds coming from their bedroom either. I guessed we were all ready for a bit of a break. I just hoped it wasn’t forever.
I spent an afternoon with Alice and Jody, who pestered me with questions about what I’d been up to in the past weeks. I couldn’t tell them the truth, so I just said I’d been relaxing. They were full of stories of their own, so I was spared an interrogation, for which I was happy. One day, I’d tell them what had happened between the Hendersons and me, but I wasn’t ready yet. Not just because I wanted to respect the Henderson’s privacy, but also because I wasn’t sure if they would approve and I couldn’t deal with any judgement. I wasn’t done having fun yet and didn’t want to have to explain myself to them.
Two days before the party, I decided to abstain from sex altogether, even by my own hands. I wanted to be a raging ball of horniness on the day of the party. Maybe I had an inflated idea of how much sex would be happening, but as the youngest there, I didn’t want to be the first one to throw in the towel.
On the day of the party, I was up early. I had planned to sleep in as I figured I’d need all my energy, but I was too excited. As I was eating my breakfast, Mrs H came into the kitchen.
“Excited?” she asked as she ruffled my hair.
I grinned. “Beyond.”
“I hope you’re as horny as I am.”
I groaned. “So horny! I haven’t had an orgasm in days.”
She chuckled. “Smart girl. Saving it all for tonight, are you? Were you worried you wouldn’t last?”
I suddenly felt sheepish. “I just didn’t want to get too tired too soon.”
Sitting down across from me, she sipped her coffee. “And when has that ever been a problem for you? You’re the one who even wanted to be fucked while you were asleep.”
My cheeks burned when I remembered telling them my holes were available to them anytime, even when I was asleep. They hadn’t taken me up on that yet, much to my disappointment.
“True, I guess I’m just nervous.”
She put her hand on mine. “Nothing to be nervous about. No one expects a performance, we’re all there to have fun. And if that means chilling out in a chair with a glass of wine while you watch everyone else, then that’s cool to. Don’t put any pressure on yourself, baby.”
I exhaled. “I’ll try not to.”
She was right, though. If I worried about everything, I wouldn’t have any fun. It would be a safe space and Professor and Mrs H would look out for me. I had nothing to worry about.
“Everyone who comes to the party is vetted,” Mrs H continued. “Like you, they’ve all had their health check and they know the rules. But if you are uncomfortable with anyone or anything, just let us know, all right?”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
“And I can stay with you until you feel settled.”
To my horror, tears pricked my eyes. Mrs H was so lovely and caring.
Squeezing my hand, she got up. “I’ve booked us a spa day so we can relax. If you’ve finished breakfast, let’s go.”
***
The spa day had been an amazing idea. I felt relaxed and sexy when we came home. We had been waxed, exfoliated and massaged. My nerves had totally disappeared, making place for excitement. During the massage, I had remembered the amazing one Mrs H’s masseuse had given me a couple of weeks ago and it had made me horny and wet. I was so ready for tonight.
“Wear something easy to get out of,” Mrs H advised before she disappeared into her room to change.
I wanted to make sure I looked sexy, but sophisticated, but most of my dresses looked too girly. In the end, I opted for a silk negligee which clung to my skin alluringly. I applied a bit of makeup and fluffed up my hair. A last look in the mirror and I was ready.
Mrs H had advised me to come downstairs when most guests had already arrived. She said it would be less nerve-wracking for me, but I found it difficult to stay in my room and listen to the doorbell ring time and again. I had forgotten to count how many couples had arrived, so I could only guess when it would be time for me to make my entrance.
As I waited for the right time, my blood pulsed underneath my skin. I was getting hot at the thought of what would be waiting for me downstairs. Who would be waiting. Mrs H had been coy when I’d asked who would be present. Any of the men who had fucked me while she and the professor were away? She wouldn’t say. And all Professor H would say was that Thomas wouldn’t be there, which was a disappointment. I at least knew that he could make me come. But I had no reason to believe that any of the couples there tonight would be bad at sex. Professor and Mrs H wouldn’t put up with that. Plus, when Mrs H had told me all the guests had been vetted, she’d sounded so excited. I was sure all of them would be more than able to make me come.
Eventually I decided it was time to go. I smoothed my negligee, slipped on my high-heeled shoes and traipsed down the stairs.
I could hear laughter from the living room. No sound of moaning or anything, so they had probably not started yet. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped inside.
It felt as if the whole room fell silent. I was hyper-aware of how thin the silk of my garment was and how erect my nipples were. I looked around the faces in the room and saw to my relief that there were less people there than I thought. For some reason, I had imagined a large crowd, but there were only about ten people there. Of the guests, I only recognised Gareth and my pulse quickened. I’d been wanting to be fucked by him ever since he’d watched me getting drilled by Professor H at breakfast.
Smiling, I gave a little wave to the room. “Hi, I’m Zoe.”
A tall, black-haired woman got up and rubbed my arm. “So nice to finally meet you, Zoe. I’m Ruby. Grace has told us all about you.”
I flushed. “I hope only good things.”
“Oh yes,” said Ruby, her voice low. “Excellent things.”
She ran her hand along my back and rested in on my ass for a moment. I felt a little shaky with excitement.
I met her gaze full on and smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. I hope I’ll live up to my reputation tonight.”
She smiled, clearly delighted with my statement. “Oh, I’m sure you will, darling.”
Taking my hand, she led me to one of the couches. “Would you like to sit?”
Like me, she was wearing a very thin garment, which could not be called a proper dress. Her large breasts nearly spilled out of the top. I couldn’t help gazing at them. They were so different from Mrs H’s – or mine – soft and hanging low.
Seeing me watch her, Ruby smiled. “You’re nineteen, right, Zoe?”
I shook my head. “I just turned twenty.”
“Hmmm.” She leaned forward a little, revealing more of her gorgeous cleavage. “I’m fifty. Is that a problem for you?”
Fifty?! I would not have guessed that. She looked older than the Hendersons, but I would have guessed early-forties at the oldest. But it didn’t bother me. Rather, it excited me to be with a woman who could be my mother in age. I’d always had a fascination for older women.
“Not a problem at all.” My voice was husky. I tore my gaze away from her breasts. “I hope it’s all right with you too.”
“Of course, darling. We’re all consenting adults here.” Taking my hand, she placed it on one of her large breasts. “Would you like to play?”
My voice faltered. “Please…”
She lay back with a smile. Around us everyone else seemed to go back to what they were doing before – talking, kissing, undressing each other. I ignored them and focused on Ruby. I was fascinated with her. She was so gorgeous and sensual.
I slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and peeled the fabric away from her breasts as if I was unwrapping a present. Her breasts were as beautiful as I had imagined. Unable to help myself I buried my face between them and started licking them in turns. Ruby gently rubbed the back of my head as I laved on her nipples until she moaned. Rolling the large, dark peaks between my teeth, I massaged her massive orbs as I sucked.
Ruby slid her hand between her legs and started fondling herself. I couldn’t get enough of her big nipples. I just loved sucking them. My thighs became slick with my juices, but I was not interested in being played with myself – not yet, at least. I wanted to concentrate on this gorgeous woman first.
Her breath came in gasps as she rubbed herself harder. I had never spent this much time with another woman’s breasts, not even Mrs H’s. But Ruby seemed content with me focusing there, rather than between her legs. She moaned and writhed on the couch as I half-lay across her lap, her nipples in my mouth.
“Oh shit…” Ruby hissed. “That feels so good.”
I didn’t bother replying, I was lost in feasting on her. It all felt so amazing: the hard puckered nipple in my mouth, her soft skin against mine, her moans which seemed to reverberate throughout her body. Letting go of her nipple, I moved my mouth to her other breast. She grabbed the back of my head and guided me to it. My mouth hungrily sought the erect peak, sucking it in greedily as she hissed and moaned with lust. I could hear the squelch of her fingers pumping her pussy, and I was getting wetter by the minute.
Her moans got deeper and then she uttered a loud “fuck”. Her whole body stiffened as she came, her legs shaking with the impact of her orgasm. I let go of her nipple and watched her face in rapture.
When her orgasm had abated, she sunk back into the pillows. Her eyes fluttered open and she focused on me.
“You’re amazing, girl. You need to keep coming here, because that mouth of yours is something else.”
I sat up, grinning. I felt high and I hadn’t even had an orgasm yet. Looking around the room, I started to feel intimidated. Everyone else seemed to be engaged. The sheer vulgarity of so many people fucking in such a small space made my head spin, but I wanted to be part of it. Not knowing how to start, I just sat next to Ruby, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Mrs H spotted me from across the room and made her way over. “I see you’ve made Ruby come. That’s impressive.”
I glanced sideways at the woman next to me. She seemed in a happy daze.
Glancing up at Grace, she smiled a lazy smile. “She’s amazing, Grace. So glad you let her join.”
Mrs H winked. “She was gagging to be included tonight. Wild horses couldn’t have kept her away.”
Ruby patted my back. “Youthful enthusiasm is great. I’m sure she’ll outdo us all tonight.”
Mrs H pulled me to my feet. “I don’t doubt it.”
She steered me to the other end of the room. “I’ve told everyone no anal,” she said under her breath. “I hope that was okay. You need to be trained first. I want you to have a good experience with it.”
I blushed and nodded. “That sounds good.”
When we reached the other end of the room, Mrs H pulled my negligee over my head. Then she pushed me onto an arm chair and pushed my legs up over the sides. I was completely exposed to the room, spread out and ready to be fucked. My pussy was throbbing with need and I suddenly felt all eyes on me. A much older man approached and nodded at Mrs H. She smiled at him and left my side. The man looked down on me as he stroked his cock. He didn’t introduce himself or say anything, just looked at my exposed pussy with hunger in his eyes. His cock was leaking pre-cum and I wondered if he’d already come tonight. I grew hot under his stare, but didn’t want to close my legs. Instead, I reached between my legs and spread my lips with my fingers, showing him how wet I was. He inhaled sharply.
“Do you want a taste of this young pussy?” I asked, licking my fingers and sliding them through my slit. “I’m nice and tight, and so hot for a cock to fill me.”
The man groaned and looked me in the eyes. “They told me you’re quite the slut.”
I smiled. “I am. I’m aching to be filled. Please?”
The man lowered himself and grabbed my thighs, pushing them back even more. As he pushed himself inside, I moaned with delight. It felt so amazing to be filled again after days of not having touched myself. I grabbed his ass as he drove into me, guiding him home.
He fucked me hard and quick, closing his eyes in pure ecstasy as he pounded into me. He was a quiet man, grunting occasionally, but nothing more. I liked it when men were vocal, especially when they talked dirty, but I didn’t mind this. It was a lovely warm up to what I hoped would be a tiring night.
With a shuddering breath, the man pulled out of me and came all over my belly. I hadn’t even been close to coming, but he didn’t seem to mind, or care. He merely wiped his cock off my thigh and ambled away.
I found some tissues on the side table and wiped myself clean. It was hard not to be disappointed that I hadn’t been able to come, but I kept it to myself. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings tonight.
As I bent over to drop the tissues in the bin, someone grabbed me from behind. I looked over my shoulder and recognised Gareth. A delightful shiver ran down my spine. He pushed me against the wall and forced my feet apart. Heat engulfed me as his rough hands grabbed my breasts. His breath caressed my cheek as he put his mouth against my ear. “I’ve been waiting to do this ever since that morning. I’m going to have so much fun with you. Bend over and take my cock.”
I wondered if this was pre-negotiated with the Hendersons. They knew I didn’t mind a little bit of rough-handling, and Gareth was hitting all my buttons. I wouldn’t have minded had he been even a bit rougher.
Decided to test the boundaries, I clamped my legs together. “Please no,” I whimpered. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
I could feel him hesitate and I wondered if I’d misread him. Throwing a quick glance over my shoulders, I winked at him. His eyes lit up and my heart skipped a beat. He was into this! That he was virtually a stranger to me made it even better.
“You came to the wrong place, then.” He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. Kicking my feet apart, he shoved his knee between my thighs. “Stay like this, slut, while I fuck you.”
I couldn’t help myself. I lowered myself onto his thigh and started grinding against him. Whimpering with need, I rubbed my wet folds all over his leg.
He laughed, a cruel laugh. “Look at how pathetic you are. You want a big cock in your little cunny? Be careful what you wish for. I’ll tear you in half.”
A delicious shiver of lust ran down my spine. “Please be gentle. I’m only twenty and am not experienced.”
A blatant lie if there ever was one, but he hesitated again for a fraction of a second. Then he roughly turned me around and grabbed my hand. “You didn’t seem to have a problem being fucked by Jack at the breakfast table, so don’t try to play all shy now. I know you want this, so shut up and take me. I will make you come so hard you’ll beg me to stop.”
I made a feeble attempt to pull my hand out of his, but he dragged me to the middle of the room and pushed me down. Around us, people were fucking on the various couches and chairs, no doubt watching us as well.
Kneeling in front of me, he pushed my thighs apart with strong hands. I trembled with excitement as he pinned me down.
Up close, he had the most gorgeous eyes I’d ever seen. The brightest blue, and far kinder than his treatment of me implied. I wanted to be taken by him – hard and carelessly. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure, with total disregard for mine.
Whimpering, I shook my head from side to side. “Please…”
He lowered himself on top of me, his cock at my entrance, but not entering yet. “If you really want me to stop, you use the word oranges. That will be your safe word, okay?”
He pulled back a little to see if I understood. I nodded. “Oranges. Got it.”
He sneered, back into roleplaying mode. “Now I’m going to fuck your brains out. I don’t care how much you whimper or plead, I won’t stop until you’re completely ruined.”
I felt weak with lust. I’d never known how hot roleplaying could be, and especially pretending it to be non-consenting. It felt wrong, but oh so delicious. Being forced to have sex with a much older man wasn’t something that I’d want in real life, but in this situation it made me hotter than hot.
I tried to squirm away from him, protesting feebly. He grabbed my hands and put them above my head. Reaching between us, he positioned his cock at my entrance again. I arched my hips away from him, but he grabbed me with his one free hand and slammed his cock inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion. He was much thicker than the last one, but not as long. As he stretched me wider than I’d ever been stretched, I stopped struggling. He let go of my hands and I left them where they were, above my head.
“That’s it. Good girl,” Gareth said. “Just lay there and let me do this to you. Struggling won’t help, you know I will have my way with you.”
I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Yes, sir.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the roleplaying or his fat cock stretching me, but my orgasm built quicker and higher than ever. I was shaking well before he was finished with me, my orgasm crashing over me. It was so intense I felt like I was going to black out. He took no notice of me and kept plowing into me until another orgasm tore through me. I felt weak and shaky, but refused to ask him to stop. I’d show him how well I could take him.
His stamina was impressive. He kept pounding me, slamming into me hard. I was getting dizzy and out of breath and still he kept going. Just as I was about to invoke my safeword, he grunted and stiffened before shooting his load inside of me. Even then, he didn’t stop, pounding my sopping, convulsing pussy until his cock softened. He pushed myself off me, looking down on me with a kind expression. Then, without saying a word, he turned around, leaving me weak and shaking on the floor.
I wasn’t given much reprieve, not that I wanted it. Hand pulled me up and pushed me over the table. Professor H’s voice called my name, sounding a long way off. “Do you want a break, Zoe?”
“No,” my voice was raspy, but strong. “Please use me.”
A cock slammed into me, fingers strummed my clit, hands pulled my nipples. Everything felt amazing, my body heavy with pleasure. Someone pulled me down and a cock was thrust into my face. I closed my lips around it greedily, sucking hard.
“Oh fuck, she can suck,” the man groaned.
His words compelled me to suck harder, his cock hardening in my mouth, hitting my throat. It was hard to concentrate on everything that was happening to me, so I chose to focus on giving the man the best blow job ever. Judging by his moaning and grunting, I figured I was doing a good job.
My pussy was being pounded hard, but I loved it. I was hardly able to keep myself upright, but strong hands kept me in place and I just allowed the pleasure to wash over me while I sucked and moaned around the cock in my mouth.
The man in front of me suddenly pulled out of my mouth. I mewled a protest, but he stroked his throbbing cock a few times before shooting his load into his hand. I suppressed a flash of disappointment that he hadn’t shot his load all over my face. Maybe I could negotiate that next time.
The man behind me pumped a few more time until he, too came. I didn’t feel the familiar heat of cum filling me, so I assumed he must have used a condom. I was slightly disappointed, but didn’t get much chance to lament the loss, as someone else took place between my legs and a soft, fluttering tongue licked my slit from my ass to my clit. The sensation was so lovely, and so different from the hard pounding I’d had, that I thought I would melt.
The licking seemed to go on forever. I was still bent over the table, the hard wood digging into the tops of my thighs, grounding me in reality. Everything felt so amazing, it was as if I was floating. Little shivers ran through my body. I was sure I was too tired for another orgasm, but then, out of nowhere, an orgasm ripped through me. My legs buckled and I slid to the floor. The feeling was so intense, not least because it had been so unexpected. I started crying, the tears coming unbidden and seemingly without reason. Embarrassed, I tried to cover my eyes.
Mrs H’s soft arms were around me. Professor H knelt next to me and gathered me in his arms. “Do you want to stop?”
I didn’t really, but I was in no state to continue. Tears and snot were just flowing out of me and I couldn’t control it. Burying my head in his chest I nodded.
He lifted me as if I weighted nothing and carried me upstairs to their bed. He gently lowered me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, as I tried, unsuccessfully, to stem the flow of tears.
Mrs H settled next to me. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, baby. That was really intense, and it can be overwhelming sometimes. It just means you had a very good time.”
“You stay here with Grace,” Professor H said. “You need to rest.”
Before I could protest, he kissed me, then Mrs H, and left the room.
I turned to Mrs H. “You should go back too. I don’t want you to miss out.”
She hugged me. “Oh honey, I’ve had a great time. I don’t need more, don’t worry. You need someone to look after you. This was your first orgy and now you need some cuddles.”
Cuddles were very nice and Mrs H’s skin was warm and soft against mine. I started to feel drowsy, my body heavy with tiredness and satisfaction. Happiness flooded me, knowing that Professor and Mrs H looked after me so well.
“I’ll be better next time,” I murmured.
Mrs H chuckled softly. “You were perfect, baby. You had an amazing time and that’s all that matters.”
“I wished I’d been able to take more.” I sounded whiny, but I couldn’t help it. I had only taken three men, how pathetic was that?
“It’s not how many men you take.” Mrs H stroked my head. “You had some very intense orgasms, and sometimes that’s all you can have. It’s not a competition of who can fuck the most men.”
I could feel sleep trying to claim me. “Mrs H?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Will you teach me how to do anal?”
She laughed a delighted laugh. “Of course, baby, I’d love that.” She lowered her voice. “And I’m sure Jack would be more than willing to help out with that.”
The thought of Professor H’s huge cock in my tight ass was scary. “I’d prefer it if it’s just the two of us at first.”
She kissed my forehead. “Then that’s what we’ll do. Now, go to sleep, baby.”
I cuddled up closer to her and let sleep take me.
***
The next day it was raining, which didn’t help my mood. I had woken up feeling bummed out about my failure at the orgy. Despite what Mrs H had told me, I felt I should have stayed longer. I had even abstained from sex the two days prior. That should have made all the difference, but clearly not. I also felt guilty that Mrs H had to leave the party earlier on my behalf.
After getting a quick breakfast before the Hendersons woke up, I retreated to my room. Sitting on the window seat looking out over the wet garden, I wished I was at home with my parents. I had been a fool to think I could be as sexually free and active as the Hendersons. They were right: I hadn’t been ready for a sex party yet. That thought made me feel miserable. I wrapped my arms around my legs and rested my head on my knees. My pussy didn’t even feel sore. That was how pathetic I had been the night before. Although my body did feel relaxed and wonderful due to the intensity of the orgasms I’d had, so that counted for something.
As much as I felt like a failure, the memories of last night did make me tingle with happiness. It had been an amazing night and I had not just been with men, but with women as well. No one had treated me like a child, even though I was at least fifteen years younger than the youngest of them. And everyone had seemed genuinely excited that I had joined. There would be more parties, and more opportunities for me to get completely ruined.
Just thinking about that made me feel better – and horny again. Professor and Mrs H had seemed genuinely happy that I had had a good time at the party. I was just being silly thinking I had been a failure. It wasn’t as if I was some sort of trophy the Hendersons were showing off. There was no reason for me to impress anyone.
My mood lifted, even if the rain outside didn’t. The house was silent and I wondered if Professor and Mrs H had gone out. Maybe they felt I needed some space, although I had all the space I needed upstairs. There was no need for them to clear the house.
I stretched my legs and picked up a book. With nothing else to do, I might as well catch up on some reading. It had been a while since I’d taken some time to just sit and read.
A few hours later, my stomach growled. I closed my book and went downstairs to make some lunch. No one was around, and I felt a bit deflated. I would have liked to talk to someone. After making my sandwich, I took it to the living room, intending to watch some TV while I ate. As I entered the room, I saw Mrs H sitting on a chair by the window. She was watching the rain and looked lost in thought. Not wanting to disturb her, I retreated, but just then, she looked up. Her face lit up.
“Zoe, there you are. Come sit with me.”
I joined her near the window. Despite the rain, it was warm and Mrs H had opened the patio door. Some rain came in, but for the most part it was just nice to listen to the drops falling in the pool.
“I always find the sound of rain so peaceful, don’t you?”
I nodded. “As long as I don’t have to go out in it.”
“True.”
I started eating my sandwich as we sat in peaceful silence listening to the rain.
“Are you feeling okay?” Mrs H asked after a while.
I brushed the crumbs off my fingers and put the plate down. “Yes, I’m fine.”
“Not upset about yesterday anymore?”
I shook my head. “I was earlier this morning, but I decided there will be other parties.”
She smiled. “There certainly will be. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“So when will the next party be?”
She laughed. “You’re such an eager slut. We haven’t planned anything yet, but it won’t be weeks. Everyone will be excited that you’ll participate again.”
“Of course I will! Did people think I’d only come to one?”
She shrugged. “We weren’t sure. I don’t like to assume that everyone is into sex parties.”
I would have felt insulted if I didn’t know she was just looking out for me. I was happy that she didn’t just assume I’d stop at one. I was nowhere near done with sex parties. “Well, I’m excited to attend another party. It was a lot of fun, even if I felt a bit like I let myself down.”
“I’m glad you don’t feel like that anymore.” She smiled, and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.
Stretching, I got up. I picked up my plate and went to the kitchen.
Mrs H followed me. “Since it’s raining, do you want to start with your training?”
For a moment, I was confused. “Training?”
“Remember? You wanted me to teach you how to do anal?”
Memory came flooding back, and a shiver of excitement mingled with fear ran down my back. “Oh right.”
“We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable…”
I hastened to reassure her. I couldn’t think of anything more exciting to do today. “Don’t be ridiculous! I’d love to start the training.”
She smiled. “Good girl. Let’s go then.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect. I had no experience with anal, and I didn’t even tend to watch anal sex in porn. The only time I’d seen anything close to it was when Mrs H was wearing a butt plug, but that seemed ages ago. I knew she and Professor H did do it, but I’d never watched them.
In the bedroom, we sat down on the edge of the bed. My heart pounded and I briefly wondered how we’d get started. I was feeling nervous and a bit awkward.
Mrs H started by kissing me. Her tongue swept the inside of my mouth, insistent and hungry. She caressed my back, her large breasts pressed up against mine. Taking her time, she trailed kissed down my neck over to the tops of my breasts. I shivered with anticipation as she freed first one, then the other breast, kissing and sucking my nipples until they were stiff peaks. Heat flooded me and I started to relax. When she slipped my dress down, she knelt in front of me. Burying her head between my legs, she inhaled deeply.
“I love the smell of you.” Her voice was husky. “I just can’t get enough of you.”
She hooked her fingers underneath the waist of my panties and slid them down my hips. Throwing them to the side, she pushed me onto the bed. Still fully dressed, she got onto the bed with me and nudged my legs apart.
I forgot all about the training and just enjoyed her attention. She licked the inside of my thigh, coming closer and closer to my pussy, but not quite touching it. I wanted to rush her, but I also enjoyed the anticipation and the fact she really took her time with me.
She repeated the same with my other thigh, licking a path to my pussy, but not quite reaching it. When she finally slid her fingers through my slit, I was sopping wet and mewling with need. She gently caressed my inner lips, the tip of her finger occasionally dipping inside my hot entrance and smearing more of my juices around my pussy.
Slipping two fingers inside me, she began to rub my G-spot. I loved how she knew exactly how to drive me wild. I tried to be calm and patient, but when her fingers pressed against the sponginess of my G-spot, I bucked my hips to get more traction. As I did, she lowered her head and licked my clit.
Heat pulsed through me, a deep throb that seemed to fill my whole body. Tension coiled in my lower belly, and I moaned with delight. Mrs H’s fingers worked my pussy expertly, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. And then she pushed a finger against the puckered hole of my ass. I tensed, but she kept flicking my clit with her tongue, her fingers stroking my G-spot until I relaxed again. As soon as I started to relax, she pushed against my hole again and this time, her finger slipped in.
I gasped at the sensation. Only the first digit of her finger was in, but the feeling was incredible. It felt wrong, but somehow that made it so much hotter. I grunted as she pushed her finger in further.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
“It feel weird,” I panted. “But yes, it does feel good.”
“It takes some getting used to.” She slowly pumped her finger there, then twisted it around while she kept working my pussy with her other fingers.
The feeling of both my holes being filled was amazing. She was stroking my pussy from the inside and through the thin membrane between my ass and pussy. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt and I could feel my orgasm build fast. My belly tensed, my body almost vibrating with the intensity of it all.
“That’s it, baby, come on my fingers. You’re doing so well.”
The pleasure became an unstoppable force, pulling me along until I crashed over the edge, shuddering and moaning. She pulled her fingers out of my holes and lay down next to me. Kissing me softly, she waited until I had come down.
“Wow,” I breathed.
“And that’s just my finger.”
I turned to look at her. “Was I good?”
“So good, baby.” She kissed me again. “Next time, we’ll try something bigger.”
I grinned. “I can’t wait.”
Narrowing her eyes, she sat up. “Maybe we don’t have to wait.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
She jumped off the bed and rummaged in her drawer. Then she held up a metal butt plug. “You can try this.”
I took it from her. The metal was cold and heavy in my hand. Although I knew this was just a small one, it still looked intimidatingly large. At the same time, I wanted to see what it was like to have that nestled in my ass. What it would be like to be fucked while wearing that.
I handed it back to her. “Let’s try it.”
“Are you sure?”
I lay down and spread my legs. “Positive.”
My body was still buzzing from the orgasm. I felt like I could handle anything right now.
Mrs H smeared a large amount of lube on my anus and on the butt plug, then positioned the tip of the toy at my tightest hole. “Just relax.”
That was easier said than done, but when she started rubbing my clit, I forgot all about being scared. Even when she pushed hard against the tight ring of my butt, I didn’t lose the warm, happy feeling. I relaxed as best I could until I felt the ring stretch tighter and tighter. The feeling was becoming uncomfortable and I was just about to say something when something gave and the plug popped in place. The ring close around the narrow base of the plug.
“There, it’s in.” Mrs H gazed at my ass. “You look great. How does that feel?”
“Full.” I’d never felt so full before. It was a fantastic feeling. I moved my hips and felt the plug settle.
A voice from the door startled us. “You never told me she was interested in anal.”
Professor H came into the room, shedding his clothes. “She looks amazing.”
Mrs H beamed up at him. “Doesn’t she? We’ve only just started training.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I can see it’s going well.”
Dropping his pants onto the floor, he stroked his cock, his eyes never leaving the spot between my legs. He groaned, the sound so hot, it made me tingle all over.
“Let me fuck her.”
I gasped. Mrs H pursed her lips. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“She needs to know what it feels like to be completely filled. And I want to feel her tight pussy. I bet it’s glorious.”
“I want it,” I panted. “Please.”
“Okay, but you should be in charge.” Mrs H helped me up. “Jack, lie down and let Zoe straddle you.”
Professor H lay down, his cock standing up straight. I straddled him, my pussy hovering right above him. I placed my hands on his broad chest, trailing the thin line of hair from his chest to his groin. Grabbing his cock, I stroked it a few times, enjoying the sounds he made in response.
Positioning his bulbous head at my entrance, I tried lowering myself down. I was tight – so very tight, I didn’t think he could fit. Adjusting the angle, I tried again and this time, Professor H held my hips and guided me down, his cock forcing itself inside me. I felt incredibly full, to the point that I was worried something might give. But my pussy adjusted around his cock just fine, and when he started thrusting underneath me, I nearly passed out from the sensations. The butt plug pressed against the back wall of my vagina, making me feel every inch of Professor H’s cock as he dragged it in and out of me.
He sat up and I clung to his broad shoulders as my nipples rubbed against his hairy chest, the sensation adding to my already overwhelmed senses.
Mrs H strummed my clit and made encouraging noises in the back of her throat. It all felt heavenly and I was so happy I had decided to try anal. There was nothing scary or disgusting about it.
I rode him slowly, savouring every touch of his cock inside me. He was patient and allowed me to set the pace, thrusting his hips towards mine every so often, making me gasp with pleasure. He kissed my neck and pulled me closer. It felt intimate and very sexy. Mrs H was now stroking my back and ass, pushing against the butt plug every now and then.
My body was taut with tension, my limbs heavy as the familiar tug in my belly deepened. The pleasure was overwhelming and I couldn’t stop my orgasm. The release started deep inside me, rippling out through my pussy and pulling me under in a sea of bliss. My eyes rolled back inside my head, my head lolling from side to side.
“That it, baby,” Mrs H crooned. “Come on Professor H’s cock. He loves feeling you come on his cock.”
Professor H groaned and stilled inside me until my orgasm had abated. Then he pulled out, still rock hard. I was too tired to protest, even when he turned me on all fours. It wasn’t until he pulled the butt plug out that I wondered what he was up to. And when his cock pushed against my anus, I cried out.
“No, please, it’s not going to fit!”
Mrs H stroked my back. “It’s okay, sweetie, he’ll take it easy. You can do this.”
I shook my head, my body shuddering with fear and excitement. Professor H’s cock was huge, how was that ever going to go in? The butt plug had already felt massive.
Mrs H squirted a large amount of lube onto my ass and gently rubbed my clit in little circles. “Just relax, baby. Don’t fight it.”
Her fingers did make me feel good and I started to relax. Professor H pushed against my ass, his cock impossibly big. My body protested, tightening with tension. Mrs H kept rubbing me, her other hand stroking my back.
“There you go, darling, just take a deep breath.”
I did as she asked and the pressure against my butthole grew. Professor H grunted with the effort, but finally the tight ring stretched enough to let the head of his cock in.
“Oh fuck,” I groan. “Oooohhhh, it feels so strange.”
“Just a little bit more,” Mrs H soothed.
I screwed my eyes tight while I tried to keep breathing. Professor H pushed in deeper, stretching me wide. I had expected it to hurt, but instead, it just felt like I was really, really full.
“How does it feel to take her virgin ass?” Mrs H asked.
Professor H’s voice was low with lust. “She’s so fucking tight, it’s amazing.”
“I want you to make her cum with your cock in her ass. Make her scream for mercy.”
Goosebumps broke out all over my skin. I couldn’t believe I had Professor H’s huge cock in my tight ass. It felt so wrong and yet so good.
He started thrusting, carefully and slowly. I fisted my hands around the sheets, hanging on as he fucked my ass. It felt weird, but good in a way I never thought possible. His hands dug into my hips and he groaned with lust.
“Fuck, she’s so tight.”
Mrs H slid her fingers through my slit and then slipped one inside me. I had the feeling that it barely fit, but then she slipped another inside. As the professor fucked my ass, she twisted her fingers round and round in my pussy.
Professor H kept going slow, his breath coming gasps. My limbs were heavy, my head spinning from the pleasure. Mrs H’s fingers worked my pussy expertly and soon it started to feel like it was going to be too much. I moaned and cried and then my orgasm hit me. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever had. More intense, a full-body release that left me shaky. I clamped around Mrs H’s fingers and thought I’d pass out from the intensity of it all. Professor H groaned and pulled out of me, shooting his cum all over my back.
We collapsed on the bed in a heap, both of us panting and sweating. It was the most intense experience I’d ever had and I’d loved every minute of it.
I pulled Mrs H close and kissed her deeply, my tongue intertwining with hers. “Thank you so much for that.”
She laughed. “You don’t have to thank me, Jack is the one who fucked you.”
I suddenly felt shy at the thought of him in my ass. Now that I was coming down from my orgasm I felt embarrassed that I had let myself go like that.
Professor H nuzzled my neck. “You’re amazing, did you know that?”
I smiled and snuggled up to him. “So are you.”
“What do you say about having a shower together?”
I smiled. “That sounds amazing. Let me just catch my breath.”
They both kissed and cuddled me until I felt warm all over. Then we stumbled to the bathroom together and washed each other clean in the shower.
***
“Margot is coming in half an hour, would you like a treatment too?”
I struggled to remember who Margot was. Mrs H looked excited, so it must have been someone nice. Then it clicked: Margot was the masseuse who had given me a very special massage.
Heat rushed through me at the thought of another treatment like that. “I’d love to!”
My ass was still a bit sore from the fucking it had received yesterday, but as long as Margot stayed away from that area, I’d totally be up for a massage. Besides, my muscles did feel a bit stiff and I remembered her regular massage being spectacular as well.
“I’ll make sure she takes special care of you,” Mrs H promised.
I couldn’t wait. There was something so hot about the dispassionate way she had made me come last time. The medical feel of the treatment table had been very arousing as well. I was getting wet just thinking about being strapped in the stirrups again while she fucked me with the dildo.
When she arrived, I could hardly contain my excitement. Mrs H went first, as was her right, and emerged from the room half an hour later looking flushed and happy.
I hadn’t bothered with clothes this time. Shedding my robe, I hopped on the table, excited to get started.
“Do you want front and back or just the special massage” Margot asked.
“Front and back as well.” I could do with a deep tissue massage.
“Mrs H asked me to take good care of you. So I will use my special technique later.”
I wondered what her special technique was, but I didn’t doubt it was something sexual. My pussy flooded at the thought of being treated sexually, but I dutifully lay down on my stomach trying to ban any thought of sex so I could relax during the regular massage.
Margot’s hands were divine, massaging my tired and sore limbs until I was a puddle of relaxation. She stayed clear of my pussy, so by the time I turned onto my back, I was throbbing with need. Like last time, she took great care to massage my breasts, pinching and flicking my nipples until I moaned with delight.
“You’re very responsive,” she remarked. “Just like Mrs H.”
I glowed with pride that she compared me to Mrs H. I wanted to be like her, just as sexually free and adventurous.
Margot put up the stirrups and excitedly, I put my legs in them. To my surprise, she buckled them in place, then tied a belt across my chest, which she tightened as well.
I shivered with excitement. “Is that necessary?”
She nodded. “Mrs H wants you to stay strapped in for your special treatment. You can undo the buckles yourself if you really need to, but try to endure it.”
Endure it? That sounded ominous, but I was all for it. Whatever it was.
Margot started massaging my pussy with her hands, dipping a finger inside my aching hole to spread more of my juices around. Using the palm of her hand, she rubbed my clit and labia, enough to arouse me, but not enough to make me come. Was this what I had to endure? It didn’t seem very exciting.
“I’ll get my equipment now.” Margot disappeared from sight.
My heart skipped a beat. Equipment? What the hell did she have in mind?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Margot pushed something to the end of the table, between my legs. My eyes widened when I saw it – a fucking machine. The fake cock that was fastened on the end looked massive, almost as big as the professor’s. I licked my lips, eager to get started.
But Margot disappeared again, then came back with a massive wand vibrator. She strapped it to my thigh, the head of the vibrator pressed against my pussy. I now realised what she had meant by me enduring it. Strapped to these toys, I wouldn’t be able to escape the stimulation, no matter how much I wanted to.
I felt scared, but it was a good fear. I loved pushing the boundaries of what I could do, and I loved that Mrs H had arranged this for me. Besides, my hands were free and I could stop any time I wanted. That made me even more determined to endure it.
Margot turned the fucking machine on and pushed it closer to my pussy. The big dildo breached my entrance with a hard thrust and stretched me wide. At that point, she turned the wand vibrator on.
I moaned when the rumbles hit my clit, reverberating throughout my pelvis.
“I’ll leave you now.” Margot didn’t wait for an answer, but left the room.
Alone with the machines, I closed my eyes. The machine fucked me rhythmically, never faltering nor failing. The wand vibrator pounded my clit, pushing me towards the edge faster than I thought possible. There was no respite from them. I could have freed myself, but I wanted to meet Mrs H’s challenge. I didn’t want to fail her.
As the tension coiled inside me like a spring, there was a knock on the door. Thinking it was Margot, I told her to come in.
To my surprise, it was Professor H who came in. He stopped short when he saw me, his face slack with shock.
“Zoe! I had no idea…”
I couldn’t talk. Pleasure made it impossible to do anything but breathe and hang on. Professor H came into the room and closed the door behind me. He stood at the foot of the table, his eyes glued to my pussy.
“Fuck, you look so hot.” He zipped open his pants and pulled out his cock. He was hard, a bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip. As he watched me get fucked by the machine, he stroked himself.
It was at once degrading and extremely arousing to be fucked by the machines while the professor stoked himself. I groaned as the tension ratcheted up more, my breath ragged.
“Good girl, take that cock all the way. You look so amazing being stretched like that.”
I wanted this moment to last, but I couldn’t stop my orgasm. It tore through me, pleasure radiating throughout my body. The straps kept me from wriggling away from the machines, so there was no respite from the pounding. My back arched as far as it could, my body straining against the straps as the machines kept fucking me, heedless of my climax.
Professor H muttered something, his hand stroking so fast, it became a blur.
At that moment, the door opened and Margot came in. She didn’t seem surprised to see Professor H, but stood next to him, looking down on me.
“Has she had an orgasm yet?”
“She has.” His breath was rasping as his fist moved along his long shaft. Neither he nor Margot seemed to find anything odd about the situation.
“Good,” she said. She fiddled with the machine and for a moment, I thought she would turn them off, but instead, the cock inside me sped up while the vibrator increased in intensity.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. All I could do was lie there and take it.
I groaned as I was swept away on a torrent of orgasms which rippled from my pussy throughout my whole body. My body shuddered and shook, held in place by the straps while the machines kept fucking me relentlessly.
Professor H groaned as he jerked himself off harder. I felt proud that he enjoyed this so much and I wanted to show him how well I could take this. Pleasure turned into pain as everything was too much. My clit became numb, my body limp from exhaustion and still, the pounding kept going. I wanted it to end, but at the same time, I loved how far I was being pushed.
There didn’t seem to be an end to it, but finally, Margot stopped the machines. She unbuckled me and Professor H helped me off the table. But instead of giving me some respite, he sat down on a chair and pulled me onto his lap with him, spearing me with his huge cock.
I gave a strangled cry as he stretched me more than the dildo had done. My pussy clamped around him, drawing him deeper inside of me.
“Oh no…oh yes….oh fuck…”
He moved inside me, gently – slow movements which felt amazing after the pounding of the machine. My clit slid against his pubic bone as pleasure filled my being. Pulling me even further onto his lap, his cock ground against my cervix.
Wrapping his arms around me, he murmured in my ear, “You’re such a cum slut. You really needed the professor’s cock, didn’t you? A hard, hot cock filling up your little tight pussy. Look at the mess you’re making on my lap, you’re so pathetically needy. I’m going to fill you up with my cum, giving you exactly what you need. You’re my little slut and your holes are for me to fill up.”
His words drove me crazy and I squirmed on his lap as he forced another orgasm out of me. I loved hearing him call me his slut.
As he ground me onto his cock, I could feel him swell inside me. “There you go, little slut, keep coming for me. I’m going to ruin you completely and take all your holes. Your holes are mind to fill up, anytime I want. Don’t you forget that.”
“I won’t, professor,” I panted. Stars shot behind my eyelids and I felt strangely weightless. It was as if I had left my body.
“You’ll take all my cum, won’t you, baby?”
I couldn’t answer. My strength gave out and before I blacked out, I felt his cum fill me up.
When I came to, I was lying on the bed with Mrs H between my legs. She was eating me out as if she was starved, her fingers working inside me to get as much of her husband’s cum out of my pussy. I would have thought that after all those orgasms, I had nothing left, but my body had different ideas. As she sucked my clit and labia, I could feel the first waves of my orgasm again.
Her eyes flashed up to mine. “Welcome back, baby. Does this feel good?”
“Ooooohhhh so good,” I panted. I seemed to be insatiable today. It was as if my body couldn’t get enough of all the orgasms.
Professor H stroked my hair. “She’s such a good slut. Make her come again, Grace.”
Mrs H curled her fingers inside me, pressing up against my G-spot. The next orgasm wasn’t as intense, but nevertheless amazing. I had lost count of how many times I had come. I hadn’t even known it was possible for one person to orgasm this much.
I managed to stay conscious throughout it all, until, finally, Mrs H gave my pussy one last lick, then lay down next to me.
“That was amazing, baby. I didn’t think you’d be able to handle the machines, let alone more than that.”
I smiled tiredly. “Does she use them on you too?”
“Occasionally. I prefer a real cock, though, and Jack is always willing to comply.”
Professor H laughed and kissed her. “You’ll always be my favourite.”
Right then, my stomach chose to give a loud growl.
Mrs H giggled. “I see you worked up an appetite.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as well. “I thought I’d be ready to sleep, but I’m hungry.”
“Okay, I’ll make dinner. You go take a shower and be downstairs in half an hour.”
I wanted to protest – it seemed hardly fair to make her do all the cooking, but she was out of the bed before I could form a sentence. Professor H got up too and pulled me gently to my feet.
“Better do as she says. We all need a good meal after the day we’ve had.”
He was right, so I went upstairs. My legs were heavy, barely able to carry me up the stairs. As I got into the shower, I leaned against the cool tiles to catch my breath. I would have preferred to go to sleep, but I knew it would be better to eat first. Turning on the hot water, I closed my eyes. The hot water was heavenly on my sore body. I stretched carefully, my muscles protesting. Especially my inner-thigh muscles were sore and stiff. Maybe it was time to start working out. I’d been lazy up to now, but it was never too late to work on my endurance.
When I came downstairs half an hour later, freshly clean in a prim white dress, dinner was already on the table. I inhaled the scent greedily and sat down.
Mrs H served the food: pasta carbonara, my favourite. She had whipped up a nice salad with it as well. It never ceased to amaze me how great of a cook she was. I was barely able to fry an egg and here she had made an elaborate meal in half an hour.
“This is amazing.” I didn’t even care I was talking with my mouth full. “Thanks so much for making this.”
“You’ve outdone yourself, darling,” Professor H told her.
Mrs H blushed. “It’s nothing.”
She looked pleased with herself, though, as she took a bite of food.
We ate in silence for a bit. It felt all very civilised, as if we hadn’t fucked each other senseless less than an hour ago. Sometimes I felt I had to pinch myself to make sure this was not a dream. Although my body didn’t let me forget what had happened.
“Zoe, why don’t you invite your friends over tomorrow? Jack and I have a lot of errands to run, so we’ll be out of your hair and you can make use of the pool. It’s not good for you to only spend time with Jack and me.”
My heart thudded with disappointment. Was she getting sick of me?
Professor H must have read my mind, because he put his hand on mine and said, “We love spending time with you, the more the better, but this is all very intense. We just would feel better if you spent some time with girls your own age. It will give you a better perspective on everything. Besides, you must miss your friends. It’s been more than a month since school ended and you’ve only seen them once since.”
I did miss Jody and Alice, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to invite them here. It would be so hard to be with them and not tell them about everything that had happened. I hadn’t been ready to confess all this to them before, but I knew I could no longer keep it to myself.
“If you’re worried about us being in the way, don’t,” Mrs H added. “We’ll be invisible when we’re home.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I scrunched my napkin into a ball. “I want to be able to talk to them.”
Mrs H frowned. “Of course, that’s why you’ll have them over.”
Oh, why was this so hard? I didn’t want them to feel like I was being indiscrete, but I needed to tell someone else about what was going on. Even if they would judge me or be jealous.
“I want to tell them about this.” I vaguely waved around the room. “They will be able to keep a secret, so it’s not like they’ll gossip about it. But I need to be honest with them.”
Mrs H’s expression cleared. “Of course you can talk to them about this! They’re your friends. It wouldn’t be right for us to expect you to keep everything to yourself. Right, Jack?”
Professor H didn’t look as convinced as his wife, but he nodded nevertheless. “Yes, right. As long a they can be discrete as well, I have no problem with that.”
Relief flooded me. It might be that I chickened out anyway and didn’t tell Jody and Alice anything, but it was nice to know that I wasn’t breaking the Henderson’s trust if I did end up confessing everything. I resolved to call them right after dinner.