Abby and the After Party Pt. 01

Was I dreaming? It sounded like my mom was moaning down the hall. At first, I thought she was crying, or maybe just whimpering. But then, I noticed it was in time with bed squeaks.

Was she having sex? It sounded like a little more than that.

She was getting fucked - hard. Why was I dreaming about that, of all things? And if I wasn't dreaming, why was I actually hearing it?

No. Not dreaming.

I knew my eyes were open, but the room was pitch black aside from little digital alarm clock that had been on my nightstand since I was thirteen years old... some twenty odd years ago. The numbers were too blurry to see the time. Do I need glasses, now? Shit.

I never went home. I was still at my parent's house.

"Suck that cock, Darcie," my dad said, apparently in their bedroom.

I supposed that meant he wasn't fucking her, and that she was pleasing him orally... unless she was sucking someone else's cock.

I recalled a time - not too long ago - when she told me that being with more than one man at the same time was considered low class. Hmmm.

Her muffled moans were having an effect on me, and I subconsciously reached down between my legs.

How many hours had I spent masturbating in this bed?

I was more than wet. My pussy was quite literally full of come. My butthole didn't sting at all, so I presumed whomever had fucked me hadn't gotten around to doing me up the butt, which was a surprise. I couldn't remember the last time I ever said 'no' to anal sex. Had I said it tonight?

I was still wearing the t-shirt I had on when I showed up several hours ago. My sweatshirt, jeans, and socks were gone, though. I panicked for a moment when the familiar jewelry piercing my nipples and clitoris was gone, but then I remembered I had taken the ensemble out before coming over. I was just coming over to my mom's house for a short visit. They were in my left dresser drawer in my bedroom back home, in a box on top of another box containing several ornate, jeweled metal butt plugs - gifts from Linda from when I started this semi-free-use, slut journey.

I sat up and almost fell back down onto the pillow. I was drunk. Not so drunk that I couldn't remember exactly where I put my special jewelry, and not really "sick drunk" yet, but someone must have seen that coming and stopped me before I got that far.

I brought my fingers to my lips and smelled, then tasted, the come. Familiar. But, I couldn't quite place it.

I sat up with success on my second attempt, and leaned up against the headboard. I pulled my knees up and feet together, before letting my legs open so I could resume fingering myself in time with whomever was having their way with my mom. I presumed it was my dad, but...

"How the hell did I end up here?" I wondered out loud, but not loud enough to be heard by anyone down the hall. "And, why am I so fucking horny?" I whispered as I pressed on my clit.

Wine.

I remembered drinking a lot of wine with my mom as she recounted her sexual adventures from before I was born. Actually, she was having those adventures while she was pregnant with me, though somewhat early in the pregnancy.

Then, after we were both fairly drunk, we compared blowjob techniques on a pair of impressive dildos that she owned.

Wait... what? Did I have that right? That wine was really good, but was it that good?

My mild-mannered, fifty-something mom owned dildos? I'm not usually a lightweight when it comes to drinking, despite my petite size. There must have been something in the wine. Or, was it just me?

I hadn't noticed that my mom's moaning down the hall had stopped until my old bedroom door slowly swung open. Light from the hallway caused something to sparkle on the nightstand, and I could barely make out the Venetian Mardi Gras mask... the one my mom had handed to me right before my dad came home with his rowdy friends.

And, apparently, her friends.

"Had I put that mask on at some point?" I thought to myself. "And, what did I do, then?"

My mind was drawing a complete blank.

If you're new to my stories, here's a little bit about me. If you're not new, you can skip ahead to the paragraph beginning with "The bedroom door closed a few seconds later..."

...

If anyone that knew me years ago was asked to describe me, they would probably say I was small, cute, pretty, but not at all sexy. During high school, while all the other girls grew a few more inches taller and gained some weight by the time they were eighteen, I stopped at 5' 2" and 100 lbs. When the other girls were going up a bra size or two, I stopped at an A+/B- cup, depending on the style of bra or swimsuit. Years later, I filled a B cup bra both times I was pregnant with my two kids, but my boobs went back to their usual small size soon after giving birth. Luckily, I married a "butt and legs" man.

Of course I did.

Being a natural strawberry blonde redhead, I tried not to tan too often as I freckled more than tanned, but a little makeup always smoothed things out. Thanks to my mom's advice of creams and lotions, my stretch marks are barely noticeable. I usually keep my long hair in a braid, but it curls easily when I want it to, which is often.

My eyes aren't just blue, but light blue, and are one of the first things people noticed after getting over how small I am everywhere else.

My round face, small nose, and straight teeth result in what most guys referred to as "pretty" even when I put on a lot of make-up. I even overheard one boy in high school say that he felt sorry for "that pretty little girl trying to look sexy with all that makeup." Years later, Linda helped me skip sexy and go straight to slutty by simplifying the makeup and adjusting my clothing choices - if those choices could even be called clothing. A change in attitude helped, too.

I put on a little weight with the kids, but it mostly went to my hips and butt, resulting in a pleasant pear shape. I've tried everything from Crossfit to yoga while bouncing back, but Pilates and spin classes were the most fun and rewarding. I used to run a little, too, and even finished a few Ragnar relays, but as mom duties became more demanding, the running all but stopped. I kept a membership at the local health club even after getting back in shape, though. Mostly, because it made me feel good being treated as the occasional eye candy, but also because I liked sex with my husband and stamina was important with him. Linda (the office slut) had a lot of stamina, as my husband and countless other men knew.

For a while, it seemed that a pretty face, a flat tummy, a perfectly round (and hard) butt, and perfect legs were all I had going for me. Well, almost all.

For having a smaller mouth, I had gotten really good at blowjobs with some help from Linda (and later from her friend, Jean) thanks to a lot of practice in a short amount of time. I also made Kegel exercises part of my workout routine to the point of having a very tight pussy when I wanted it to be.

I even started to enjoy butt sex once I learned how to adjust my diet, and relax at the beginning, so that was also a plus. It's not like I was an anal virgin. A few years after we were married, I'd regularly let Ron finish in my butt after he made me come, not only to spice things up, but also to cut down on our chances of getting pregnant again. Eventually, I went on the pill.

Linda preferred butt sex, and when my husband, Ron, started having his fun with her on business trips, I guess that's when he also started doing me up the butt more often while he was home. At the time, I never knew. I thought it was just a phase we were going through.

As a result of Ron's idea of making home porn on what ended up being a short-but-frequent basis, we both decided to have our pubic hair removed. It made seeing the important parts easier, I supposed, but Ron really liked going down on me more than ever, and the video booth customers seemed to like it, too. So, we invested in a more permanent solution for me, while Ron was forced to learn the art of manscaping.

Ron was blessed with finding a small wife with a large clit. He had no trouble figuring out where to put his fingers or his tongue during foreplay, and I knew exactly how to position myself on him to come every time we had sex. I had no idea how large my clit swelled compared to other women until Linda went down on me. She told me how lucky I was, and when I eventually went down on her to return the favor, I believed her.

Linda inspired me to have my nipples pierced, too. I thought it might spice things up even further, not that I needed it. I just figured it would take things to a whole new level, unknowingly with a whole new group of... friends. I was right. The piercings were a definite hit with my husband, Ron, Linda's husband, Brian, and Renee's husband, Kevin, and all the guys I've ever interacted with in the adult video booths.

As for my butt hole, I had experimented with small butt plugs in the past, but nothing too serious. Linda helped me get serious. She also recommended that I have my butt hole bleached, even though it was already pretty, pink, and hairless. Eventually I did that, too. Linda was the voice of experience, after all.

Of course, that was all behind Linda, now, pardon the pun. Jean's college son, Michael, lost his regular MILF lay and escort as Linda moved on to a much larger bull to satisfy her needs. Linda's husband either didn't know, or he did a great job of pretending he didn't know someone else was fucking his wife more often than he was.

Ron knew other men were fucking me. I didn't need to hide it.

In fact, I think he was turned on by it - not that he had much of a choice. He cheated on me with Linda and almost lost his job because of it when his jealous boss found out. Thanks to Linda - and Jean's son, Michael - we turned lemons into lemonade by way of an incredible office party. It was certainly one that would be talked about privately for years to come. Most importantly, by the following morning, everyone was able to keep their jobs. We avoided paying divorce lawyers a dime, and everyone seemed to be getting along contently, if not happily ever after.

Ron's co-worker and former butt sex goddess, Linda, was Michael's featured entertainment for dozens of frat parties, and a few other private gatherings. After the office party, she more or less retired from that role - apparently replaced by me to an extent. I don't think that was the plan, not that there ever was a plan. It may have just be a coincidence that several weeks before that party, I started getting a second wind regarding my sexual promiscuity. I never cheated on my husband, and thought my days of looking sexy were not only over, but would never actually manifest. Maybe I was feeling there was a missed opportunity, at some point.

I didn't like her, at first - for obvious reasons - but Linda and I became friendly enough, if not actual friends. Linda slowly opened my eyes to a whole other world. Between Linda and Jean, I learned more about sex than I ever thought possible.

I thought the home-made porn was Ron's way of rekindling my sexually adventurous side. We made a handful of home videos, which he later peddled to not-so-local adult book and video stores. I had to admit that I had fun making them, and was even turned on knowing complete strangers would be masturbating to them. They were well-received, and we were eventually approached to do more and actually get paid for them. We did, and we were paid, but it made me so nervous afterward that I eventually had to stop. Even though Ron had me dress up in different outfits and disguises, my face was still clearly visible in some of them, especially the blowjob scenes.

My parents lived in the same town, my kids were in junior high, and I still had mom duties. I couldn't afford to be found out by the wrong person or people. Calling it risky behavior might have been an understatement.

Then, I had an experience in one of the adult video store booths where Linda secretly introduced me to her bull. I later found out it was all part of Linda and Ron's manipulation of me, to get me to do certain things and act a certain way at the upcoming office party so their jobs would be saved.

That was followed by a few experiences with Ron - and a few without - where I gave live shows to anyone that happened to be trolling the gloryhole-equipped video booths at the time.

From there, I took things up a notch at an office party while saving Ron's job. Who am I kidding? I took it all the way up the ladder. Linda and Ron's mind games worked - maybe too well.

After that, Michael approached me and asked if I wanted to take over for Linda.

I wanted to.

At least I thought I did. I didn't actually know how many men Linda was capable of "entertaining" at the same time, or if I would be expected to do the same. The thought intrigued me, though. Ron cheating on me was my "no expiration date" Hall Pass, and I intended to use it. I was drunk off the attention I had been getting, and as long as nobody was getting hurt, I wanted to keep it going.

Michael started me off with a group of men that frequented a former VFW Hall turned into a low-volume bar. At first it was just Mort, Cecil, Jerry, and Little John; men in their fifties with surprising libido. They all figured out I wasn't a college student rather quickly, even though that's what Michael told me to pretend to be. Leave it to Michael to come up with the idea of a college girl trying to look older so she can get into bars. The bar patrons presumed I was either an up-and-coming prostitute or just a slut gone wild, but guaranteed disease-free by Michael so they could fuck me without condoms. Michael stressed that he needed to protect his talent, too, and needed all of them to have a clean bill of health from their doctors before being "entertained" which they complied with happily. Michael went so far as to hand me money in front of them, after I had told them I wasn't a whore. He confused everyone... even me.

Even after they learned I was just some random wife and mother that was getting even with her cheating husband, they wanted me back for more.

So, I gave them more.

I visited the former VFW bar a few more times over the next two months, and I think I had more fun "entertaining" these men than most women would ever know. The group knew Mort was my favorite - I couldn't hide it - but I gave them all plenty of attention. Linda and Jean would have been proud of their protege. I had established my "regulars" and Michael seemed content with only having me entertain this small group of men, and no others. No frat parties. No bachelor parties. Just the bar.

No fights. No diseases. No pregnancies, yet.

My husband would cover for my once-a-week absence by saying I was helping a friend with this or that, which was not too far away, but far enough that I would probably just spend the night. Mommy would be home tomorrow morning.

And usually, I was.

Sometimes early, sometimes late, but I was the hero for helping somebody with something. When mommy could barely walk and slept until late in the afternoon, it was because she was just tired.

And usually, I was.

Ron knew that whatever I told him about the night before was going to turn him on, and I would let him take out all of his sexual frustrations on me in whatever way he desired. He just needed to let me recover for a day or two, first.

My gynecologist kept refilling my birth control pill prescription, and she didn't dig when I asked for the occasional STD test. She had been examining me for years, and she must have known my pussy and ass weren't suddenly getting stretched by Ron. My husband is blessed, but not like his boss or Little John. When I asked about getting my tubes tied, she recommended sticking to the pill because in a few years, I wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant.

So, I did.

On the nights that I was supposed to "entertain," Michael would show up at one of the adult book and video stores and leave an outfit for me behind the counter. I'd change into the outfit in a video booth, and give the locals a little show through the gloryholes as a thank you to the store owner.

Michael liked to surprise me with the outfits he picked. The brown paper bag he left behind the adult book store counter had everything I was supposed to wear while entertaining, and nothing more. I was supposed to put everything I wasn't going to wear or hold onto back into the paper bag. My keys, cellphone, drivers license, credit card... and wedding ring went into a little pocket purse which then went into a pocket of whatever clothes I left the house wearing, and then I'd put it all in the bag, leaving it behind the counter for Michael to pick up later.

I'd walk out in my outfit, get in Michael's car, and be driven to the bar. Michael would drop me off and pick me up at some point that night or early morning. He'd take me back to my minivan, hand me my bag of clothes, jewelry, keys, and phone, and I'd drive home. I'd text Ron if he was home with the kids and let him know whether or not I was presentable, and if not, he would distract the kids while I made my way to the shower.

For two months, it worked.

Then, Little John started inviting a few more of his friends to our little parties, sometimes without Michael's knowing.

Eventually, things got out of hand when one of the patrons had a heart attack while fucking me. He survived, thankfully, but that made me reconsider my life choices up to that point, and I ended up taking a break from the bar.

But, not from Mort.

Mort took me on a little vacation near Cancun that was hard to cover for, but for whatever reason, I managed to get away with it. Sure, I had a tan with no tanlines in the middle of winter after "visiting a friend in the Midwest U. S." during a snowstorm, but that's because of the sun reflecting off the snow. Right? The kids didn't care. They thought it was a spray-on tan that I was trying. Ron liked the video that Mort had made of our escapades so much, that it became our regular masturbation material.

My mom had her suspicions, though.

It was after returning from this trip that my mom decided to confide in me, and tell me about her own escapades while she was recently pregnant with me. Her stories were fantastic in every sense, and if it were anyone else telling them, I wouldn't have thought twice about putting my hand down my pants, or fucking myself with one of her dildos. The wine made it difficult to control myself, but somehow I managed. Or, so I thought.

...

The bedroom door closed a few seconds later, and it was fairly obvious I was no longer alone.

Far from it, actually. A few naked men I recognized, and a few I didn't. I counted five of them, plus my mom and dad. Completely naked. Some big. Some not-so-big. Some hairy, some manscaped, and some completely shaved, but all reasonably attractive in their own way. I always thought my husband, Ron, was blessed, but after looking at the men in the room with various sizes and degrees of erections, Ron's manhood might actually have been considered average.

I tried not to stare as my mom put one arm around my dad's waist, and then reached down with her free hand to stroke his growing member. Had I ever imagined what his thing looked like?

I didn't think so. Now that I was actually seeing it, it was bigger than I expected.

I remembered my mom saying that they stumbled upon the porn I made with Ron, and that it worked as a great motivator for their sex life. Hopefully, they just wanted to watch me put on a show, now, too. I really hoped that's all they wanted. I could do that, I supposed. They already knew what a slut I'd become. There was no putting the genie back in the bottle, now.

I recognized Cecil's average-sized dick and trimmed, white pubic hair as he knelt on the bed next to me. He was a regular at the bar, and the mildest-mannered in the bunch. Always polite, always gentle, and always produced bizarrely tasty ejaculate. I looked at him and smiled as I took him in my mouth. As always, his pre-come tasted delicious, but his shaft tasted different. Someone else moved onto the bed behind me, and snaked a hand between my legs, before finally pushing a few fingers in my pussy.

I took Cecil down my throat, and then realized why he tasted different.

My pussy convulsed and clenched as I realized he had probably just finished fucking my mom.

"Oh yeah," Little John announced. "That's the pussy trick I've been missing."

Little John - an oxymoron of a name, as he was quite huge in every respect - was referring to my ability to really tighten my pussy as the result of nearly a hundred hours of Kegel exercises. When I controlled it, I felt empowered. When it happened on it's own, most men wouldn't last very long afterward, and neither would I. The bar patrons weren't "most men," though.

Jerry approached from the other side, and waited patiently for me to take his swollen member in my hand. I stroked him roughly, and alternated between him and Cecil, letting them take turns pushing their pricks in my mouth while Little John worked his fingers inside me.

I looked around - as much as I could see with two bouncing, wet dicks in my face - and realized my favorite bar patron, Mort, wasn't there. His wasn't usually the biggest example of manhood in the room, but he knew how to fuck me better than any man I had ever been with. The disappointment made me rethink going on much longer with this little party.

Cecil usually didn't last long in my mouth, and this time wasn't any different. He always tasted good, though, and I welcomed the mouthful of come. I had hoped Jerry would have been first, but he lasted about five minutes longer, and thankfully, only produced half as much semen. I swallowed quietly, and smiled at Jerry, letting him know it was time for him to let me up.

"I have to pee," I said to Little John, who let out a disappointing sigh. He removed his fingers and moved out of the way so I could step off the bed, giving me a little pat on my hard, round butt as I stood.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I said to my mom, not really asking. I grabbed her wrist, forcing her to release my dad's impressive dick, and pulled her into the hall bathroom with me.

"Is something wrong, Abby?" my mom asked. I was having a difficult time looking her in the eye while she stood naked in front of me. She really was in great shape for her age, looking ten or fifteen years younger naked. If she had any stretch marks, I couldn't see them. Her pussy hair was trimmed to a short, narrow runway, and her legs looked as good as mine - and mine looked great. Her butt was a little bigger than mine, but it was still round and hard, and it was accentuated by her narrow waist. And her tits... I felt cheated. Her breasts really were incredible. She definitely did not pass the size down to me, but I think our nipples were the same. She had barely a sag or wrinkle anywhere on her body. Whatever she was doing to stay in shape... we'd have to talk about that later. For now, my mind was still trying to process what was happening.

"Is something... Really?!?!" I whispered. "What the hell is going on? Why are you and dad naked? Who are all those men? Why is my pussy full of come? Did someone fuck me while I was passed out?"

"No, dear. You passed out afterward," my mom said in a calm voice. "You were very open to the idea of letting several of our friends have their way with you a few hours ago. Change your mind?"

"I don't know some of those men, mom," I said. "Are they even, you know... clean?"

"I certainly hope so. I let them have their way with me, too, after all," she said with a smile. "Would you like an enema? It really does help for a more pleasant experience, doesn't it?"

"Seriously? You're prepping your daughter to get butt-fucked? Mom!" I said, partly in shock, and partly drunk.

"Well, of course, Abby. You hadn't planned on 'entertaining' when you came over today, right? So, you probably didn't go through whatever preparations you normally go through before your escapades at your favorite bar. I'm just trying to be helpful," my mom said with a playful, drunken smile. The way she said 'entertaining' put me at ease for some reason. She reached down between her legs where some come had dribbled onto her inner thigh, swiped it with a finger, and then placed the finger in her mouth. She smiled as I looked at her in disbelief.

"Did dad fuck me?" I asked, breaking what felt like a minute of silence.

"Did you want him to?" my mom asked.

"Mom! No! What the fuck?" I was actually sobering up.

"No, dear. Your father didn't fuck you. He did watch you in the throws of passion with a few of his friends, though, and I benefited from the resulting hard-on, just like when we watched your pornographic videos. Thank you, again, for that," my mom said with a smile. "Now, do you need help with the enema?" She reached under the bathroom vanity and pulled out an at-home enema box, an unmarked bottle of liquid, and a tube of flavored lubricating jelly. She set the items on the vanity, looked in the mirror pretending to touch up her hair and makeup, smiled at herself, and then me. She looked at my reflection and said, "Well, I guess I'll be getting back to the party."

She closed the door behind her as she left me alone in the bathroom. I really did have to pee, so once I took care of that, I stood and looked at myself in the mirror.

"What are you doing, Abby?" I asked my reflection. I rotated the knob controlling the vanity lights until they were as dim as they could go without going out completely. I pulled my hair into a ponytail with a scrunchy, and I almost looked like I did a few decades ago. Almost.

"Well, if I'm going to do this..." I said, looking through the drawers of the vanity. Makeup, perfume, a brush, a blow-dryer... I guess I had everything I needed.

I turned on the shower and opened the enema box.

About an hour later, I finally stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel. I was torn between hoping everyone had either left, gone to sleep, or were waiting for me with fresh hard-ons. Was I actually horny? Naked except for a bath towel in a house where I knew at least a half-dozen men were waiting to have their way with me, how could I not be? The shower helped clear my head, and whatever hangover awaited hadn't hit me, yet. Given the wine, the sex I couldn't remember, the short nap, and the shock of my parents, I felt surprisingly good.

I normally kept my shoulder-length, strawberry-blond hair in a ponytail, or in a short braid when visiting the bar. But, my hair was a little longer, now, so the braid of the freshly washed hair was, and took, a little longer. I wondered if they'd like it. My parents would probably think I was trying to look the way I did when I still lived there some twenty years ago.

From the sounds coming from the bedroom down the hall, it became obvious that someone was still awake. I quietly stepped down the hall, knowing exactly where the floor squeaked and avoiding those spots. I stopped outside my parent's bedroom and looked past the half-opened door.

My dad was making love to my mom in the missionary position. It didn't look like fucking. It looked beautiful. She was panting, whimpering, and then laughing as she orgasmed a few minutes later. It was the most normal thing I had seen in days.

But then, they rolled over.

No sooner had my mom adjusted her legs to straddle my dad, than someone moved behind her. My dad's legs were off the end of the bed, making it easier for anyone to stand between his legs and access either of my mom's orifices. I didn't recognize the tall brute, and imagined he must have been one of the seven other men my mom had enjoyed while she was pregnant with me. For being in his late fifties or early sixties, his physique was impressive.

"Could that be Grumpy?" I thought to myself. He certainly wasted no time sinking his meat into my mom, and I remembered her saying Grumpy liked to fuck rough. He was definitely doing that, and I only hoped he was in her pussy as hard as he was going at her.

I heard the floor creak behind me, and I almost jumped when a voice said, "Enjoying the view?"

I turned to see an unbelievably handsome man, easily in his late fifties, naked, and impressively erect, smiling at me.

"I could ask you the same thing," I said, softly. He had to be Happy. His smile was intoxicating. And, if what my mom said about his tongue was true, I wondered how much he'd appreciate a freshly cleaned, hairless pussy topped with a freakishly large, swollen clit.

"You wouldn't happen to be in real estate, would you?" I asked.

"Maybe," Happy said. He allowed his manhood to sway in front of him. "Is this a lot?"

I politely smiled and stepped closer to him. He smelled good. Like, right out of the shower, good.

"So..." I started. "Are we supposed to go somewhere alone, or are others joining us?"

Was I actually propositioning a complete stranger? I guess I was. Then again, how can two people be complete strangers when standing naked next to each other? I didn't even ask him his name, but he knew mine.

"Whatever you'd like, Abby," Happy said. "I wouldn't mind having you all to myself for a while, if that's okay."

"That's okay," I said. My gosh, he was handsome. "Don't take this the wrong way, but... did we have sex earlier this evening?"

"I'm afraid not," Happy said. "I was in line, though. You did a fine performance with two of the fellas. You appeared to have a fairly intense orgasm - so nice to see a woman that doesn't have to fake it, by the way - and then you were out. We decided to let you sleep for a bit. Not to worry, though. Your mother was very accommodating to the rest of us."

"How many?" I asked, leading him toward my former bedroom.

"At that time..." Happy looked up at hallway ceiling as if trying to remember. "I'd say there were six of us, plus your father."

"And you all took turns with my mom?" I asked. My clit was throbbing.

"Oh, yes..." Happy said. "And, no. She's very versatile, you know?"

"Versatile?" I asked, taking his cock in my right hand, his balls in my left, and getting down on my knees just outside my old bedroom.

"Oh, yes..." Happy said. "Most women can satisfy three men at once with enough practice. Your mother could satisfy four, and I think at one point... five of us at the same time. She really is quite talented, just like you, from what I've heard."

I inhaled his sizeable dick down my throat.

He wasn't expecting that, and neither was I. For a moment, I thought I must have been doing something wrong, or hurting him, as he withdrew his handsome prick from my throat and backed away.

"Easy, Abby..." Happy said. "Save that for after I've been inside you for a while. For now, let me taste that delicious pussy I've heard so much about."

I don't know if I could have been any more turned on. I wasn't sure if it was his face, his body, his voice, or a combination... maybe his cologne?

I held out my hand which disappeared in his, and led him inside my old bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back, and pulled up my legs. His mouth was on my sex in seconds.

He knew exactly how to make me come with his mouth and fingers. As soon as he felt my thighs start to shake, though, he stopped, stood up, and sank his wet shaft deep inside me. Then, he pulled back and fucked me in short strokes until bringing himself to edge of orgasm before pulling out completely. He then dropped back down to his knees and continued working his tongue and fingers inside me.

He did that for what felt like a blissful eternity.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. Before he could pull out, I locked my legs behind his back and rocked my hips into his, fucking myself on his beautiful cock.

A very long, expletive-filled orgasm followed. I have no idea what I said, but that's just how I get when I come with that level of intensity. He came, too, but that didn't stop me from pounding against him almost violently. If I was hurting him, he wasn't showing it. He just smiled and let me reverse-hump him as long as I needed.

When my pussy finally relaxed, so did my legs. Happy leaned forward and pressed into me with his half-erect dick, and kissed me on the lips. He kissed better than Mort, better than Ron, better than Linda... and I wondered how many more times I'd be able to fuck this man before the party was over. As he kissed me, I felt him hardening inside my pussy.

"Again?" Happy asked.

"Already?" I said, shyly. "How?" I started to ask, but when he started fucking me again, I didn't care how.

I closed my eyes and let him work his magic, first with his cock, and then his mouth, and then his cock again. A part of me felt guilty because he was doing all the work, but that stopped when he pulled me off the bed and had me kneel on the floor in front of him.

I didn't have to be told what to do.

I gave him the best head I think I've ever given. I even made his legs shake, which apparently didn't happen to him very often. His orgasm was intense, but lacked the mouthful of come I had been expecting. When he came barely enough to fill a tablespoon, I wondered if he was actually faking his orgasm. But, the taste of come was unmistakable.

He was nowhere near as delicious as Cecil, so I didn't complain. I guess a girl can't have everything.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at the handsome gentleman.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Of course," Happy said. "And, your pussy is as delicious as I've heard. But, they failed to mention your enormous clit."

"Who's they?" I asked, my aforementioned clit beginning to swell again.

"The gentlemen you know from the bar," Happy said. "I had hoped to see you in action, myself, but after three visits to the bar and no sign of you, I almost gave up."

"I was just taking a break from all that," I said. "Sorry."

"Just a break, or had you given up those escapades completely?" Happy asked.

"I haven't decided, yet," I said, honestly. "It's one thing to have my husband know about most of this, but now my parents know, too."

"Most of this?" Happy asked. "What haven't you told your husband?"

"Not much," I admitted. "He's open to this lifestyle as long as I let him know where I am, and that I'm okay. Which reminds me..."

"If by your husband, you mean a gentleman named Ron, I believe your mother spoke with him on the phone earlier this evening. She explained that she was feeling ill, and you were going to stay with her until your father came home, and possibly overnight, if that turned out to be very late," Happy said, putting a hand under my chin. "So, now that you can relax, what shall we do, next?"

"Are you really up for more?" I asked, watching his shaft widen and angle slightly upward before my eyes as if by magic.

"I am, if you are," Happy said, taking his shaft in his hand and stroking it slowly.

I turned over with my knees on the edge of the bed and reached out for a pillow. As I did, I arched my butt upward, which was all the invitation Happy needed.

I felt him move behind me, placing his hands on my feet, then my calves, my thighs, and then my hips. I felt his warmth behind me, and I exhaled while I waited for him to enter me.

What I wasn't expecting, though, was his tongue in my butt. As good as Happy was at eating pussy, he seemed to be even better at eating ass, and he seemed to know how much it was turning me on.

"Like that, Abby?" he asked, coming up for air.

"Oh... yes..." I admitted. "Don't stop," I started to say, but then corrected myself. "I mean, you can put it in my butt... if you want."

"Only if you ask, nicely," Happy said, with just the hint of a laugh.

"Please, put your handsome cock in my pretty, little butt," I played along.

And with that, he did.

The head of his dick popped in easier than I thought it might, but the shaft was really stretching me. I squirted the strawberry flavored lubricant jelly into my butt after my shower, but I guess that stuff goes where it wants, and it wasn't much help at the moment. He didn't feel that big in my pussy, but he was certainly feeling that big up my butt. Thankfully, he knew how to fuck an ass, and he wasted no time finding a rhythm I could work with. It didn't hurt, but I thought he was being overly gentle with me. I arched my back a little more, allowing him to really pound into me if he wanted, but he was still holding back.

As good as he made me feel with his mouth, I thought the least I could do was treat him to everything I had to offer. I pulled forward, allowing his shaft to pop out of me. I turned to briefly inspect his manhood for skat, and when I determined it to look as clean as it did going in, I motioned for him to lay on his back. He did, looking only mildly confused, which was better than his initial look of disappointment.

I crawled on top of him, and kissed him, letting him know I wasn't afraid to French kiss a man who just had his tongue in my butt. Then, I moved down his body, between his legs, and knelt on the floor where I once again took his cock in my mouth. He was definitely getting bigger.

I gagged, recovered, then relaxed before taking him down my throat. His legs didn't shake, though.

I withdrew his handsome tool from my mouth with a light suck, then stood up and crawled back on top of him. I turned myself around and moved back, easing my sex onto his face while I stroked his cock with both hands. When he made my butthole dripping wet with his saliva, I inched my way forward and got into a squatting position over his beautiful erection.

I eased myself down onto him, guiding him into my pussy, and looked over my shoulder for his reaction. He smiled. I fucked myself on his shaft for a few squats and then held his shaft as I lifted myself off of him. Without turning around, I guided the head of his shaft to my pink little starfish, and eased myself down.

We both moaned as I lowered myself all the way down, the head of his cock finally reaching a well of lubricant in my bowels. It felt oddly good. Actually, better than I was expecting.

It was my turn for shaky legs, but Happy helped me by sitting up partially, and lifting my butt with his strong hands and arms.

I controlled how far I let him impale me, which was all the way. I also controlled how fast I moved up and down on his shaft, which, at first, was very slow. We did that for about a minute when I tilted my head back and I asked, "Feel good?"

"Oh yeah," Happy said. "How about you?"

"I could go a little faster," I said. And so, I did. I put my bare feet on his knees and leaned back, bringing his hands to my small tits while I reached for the mattress on either side of him to steady myself. And then, I fucked myself in the ass with his rigid cock.

I've been fucked in the ass roughly before, but this was the first time of my own doing. It must have been a first for Happy, too, as he squeezed what little tits I had in his hands hard enough to bruise. That just turned me on even more. I was finally rocking his world as hard as he rocked mine. After about ten minutes of my horizontal twerking, I started to feel it.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. Was I actually going to come just by getting fucked in the butt?

I guess I was.

I'm still not sure if it was the unusual position I was in, the angle of his cock in my butt, or a culmination of all of the events of the past several hours tumbling around in my head, but the orgasm was one of the most intense I'd ever had. It was lasting longer than I expected, too.

Despite my continued horizontal twerking on his rigid dick through all of it, the addition of my uncontrolled body shakes must have made Happy concerned.

"Are you alright? Do you want to stop?" Happy asked, almost taking me out of the moment. Almost.

To Happy, it probably looked like I was fighting off an epileptic seizure.

To me, his remarkably stiff cock up my butt had triggered an intense, unexpected orgasm that I was in no hurry to recover from. I decided that as long as his cock was hard and still inside me, I intended to keep riding him through this orgasm and the next, if there was another one.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. Don't stop!"

So, he didn't.

Or, actually, I didn't. It wasn't like Happy was doing more than keeping me from falling off either side of him. If he would have come in my butt right then, though, I would have felt complete.

But, he didn't.

Instead, he stayed hard and erect, and just the right amount of slippery inside me. I felt every inch of him, and he felt incredible. I hadn't realized my body had stopped shaking until it started shaking again, only a few minutes later.

"Again?" Happy asked, truly surprised.

The second anal orgasm wasn't as intense as the first, but I think that was only because I was less surprised by it. The first time, I didn't think it was possible. The second time seemed to be all about confirmation.

Oh yeah... it's possible.

I had thought about changing positions, as my arms, abs, and thighs were on the verge of muscle failure. But, the position we were in put me in a euphoric state and I couldn't bring myself to stop. The position worked for Happy, too, as he remained as hard as ever.

He must have known my body needed a break, though, and moved his hands from my small breasts, down my body, and toward my hips. He gently pressed down on my hips, which slowed my downward thrusts on him, but also seemed to ease even more of his shaft inside me. I couldn't believe his stamina, and hoped Ron never found whatever pills Happy had taken, or I'd never walk again.

Happy's arms cradled me as I reached my arms up and behind his head. The motion of our fucking seemed to be reduced to the clenching and relaxing of my buttcheeks, which still felt incredible for both of us.

His hands moved up and down my hot body, making sure to pinch my erect nipples whenever his hands passed over them. I placed my feet on the mattress outside his legs and spread my legs as if inviting anyone interested to join us.

Happy unexpectedly reached down and slid two fingers across my swollen clit, pushed them into my wet pussy, then withdrew them just enough to massage and press on my clit, again.

"You're so wet, Abby," Happy whispered.

"You're so hard and deep up my butt," I whispered back. "And, I don't even know your name."

I said this last part unintentionally sounding as if I was only thirteen again. For some reason, I felt almost embarrassed. Almost. I must have been come drunk, as Linda and Jean would say.

Happy didn't say anything in response. Instead, he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought his hands down between my thighs, gently pulling them up and apart. I didn't resist. Part of me knew what was coming next, but my mind hadn't caught up with that part, yet. Even when I felt the bulbous head of a cock slide up and down against my wet pussy lips, or my legs being pulled even farther back, my mind seemed to be somewhere else. I felt the toes of my left foot being kissed and sucked, and then, simultaneously, the toes of my right foot. My left nipple was sucked into someone's mouth and then gently nibbled between a set of teeth. Seconds later, my right nipple was receiving the same treatment. Someone pulled my left arm down from behind Happy's head and placed my hand on a stiffening prick. I instinctively brought down my right arm and was rewarded with another thick example of manhood in my other hand.

When the bulbous head parted my lips and began its journey deep into my pussy, my mind finally caught up with reality. I opened my eyes and found Grumpy grinning back at me.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped.

"If you insist," Grumpy grimaced.

Even without a dick in my butt, Grumpy would have been a tight fit. He wasn't very long, yet, but his girth more than made up for it. He wasn't completely hard, yet, either, which made me start to worry.

My mom had said Grumpy was not only rough, be he could fuck for a very long time. She also said he possessed one of the biggest dicks she ever had the pleasure of knowing. I would have disagreed with her, at first, but as I felt him grow inside me, I was reminded of Linda's bull, Lenny... or was it Benny? He had probably been the biggest man I had ever had inside me up until then. Bigger than Ron's boss. Bigger than Little John. Grumpy was bigger than all of them, and maybe a little scarier.

I lifted my head, looking down my body at the slab of meat he was pushing inside me and almost fainted.

"My mom actually liked this?" I thought. It felt like reverse child birth.

My eyes went wide as Grumpy picked up the pace. He had achieved a full, massive erection, and I watched in disbelief as my stomach rose and fell with each thrust inside me.

Happy grunted beneath me, and seconds later, his semi-rigid cock was squeezed out of my butthole.

He had lasted a long time, and I made a mental note of asking my mom who he was, exactly, and how I might be able to see him again. I knew she wouldn't tell me, though.

Grumpy effortlessly lifted me off of Happy, allowing him to step away from the bed. Grumpy then set me back down on the bed, his cock deep inside me through the entire process. Someone put a pillow under my head, and then the oral attention to my breasts and feet resumed.

And so did Grumpy's fucking.

Stiff cocks found their way into my hands, while others were pressed against the soles of my feet.

The gentleman's cock in my left hand shot a stream of come across my face and tits, and as soon as he stepped off the bed, my mom stepped on and began lapping up the ejaculate like a puppy lapping milk. She wasn't trying to kiss me, and only sucked on my left nipple for a second. But she did seem to like the taste of the semen. No sooner did she finish, than she stepped off the bed and dropped to her knees to take my dad's cock in her mouth.

"Oh, shit," I thought. "Did I just jerk off my dad?"

Another cock appeared to my left. This one about as big as the one currently plowing my pussy. I couldn't get my hand around it, so he held his hand on mine.

Dopey? It had to be him.

Dopey slowly stroked his own freakishly large cock with his right hand, while gently squeezing my left breast in his left.

"You sure are pretty," Dopey said. "Pretty pussy, too. Just like your mom."

I couldn't speak. I had no idea cocks could get that big.

My poor pussy. Would it still be pretty tomorrow?

The numbness from shock must have started to wear off, because having that massive cock inside me actually started feeling good.

I let out a deep breath, and Grumpy noticed. He grinned and fucked me a little deeper, and just a little harder.

Had he actually been holding back?

How long had he been fucking me? Twenty minutes? Thirty?

He hadn't even broken a sweat.

I was covered in it, though. Sweat, saliva, and then come.

The cock in my right hand spasmed and sent a stream across my neck. Another stream landed on my right leg. Within seconds, my mom was back, licking the seed from my skin wherever it landed. A large spurt landed on my face, covering my eyes, nose, and mouth. This time, my mom did kiss me. A long, very sexy French kiss on the lips. Our tongues danced around each other long enough for me to taste what she tasted. And then, she pulled her mouth off of mine and down to my ear.

"Isn't this fun?" my mom whispered. Then she let out a grunt.

I looked at her in amazement, with come on her face and in her hair. She grimaced and bucked forward, and then smiled. She let out a deep breath that smelled of come, and bucked back against whomever was now inside her. From the fart noises, I could tell they were in her butt.

My mom was getting fucked in the ass, doggystyle, in my bed, right next to me.

And, apparently, she was liking it.

I tried to see who it was behind her, but I didn't recognize him. Definitely not my dad.

She rested her head on her crossed arms in front of her, and then turned to watch Grumpy fuck me, smiling the entire time.

Another stream of come landed across my face, but this time, my mom just closed her eyes and enjoyed the buttfucking she was receiving. Another stream of come landing on my belly, and another shot across me and landed on her arm. She opened her eyes long enough to look at me, smile, and then prepare to be fucked by the next cock in line, as there were three more erections waiting behind her.

Grumpy eventually slowed his thrusts before completely withdrawing his huge prick from my gaped pussy. If he had come inside me, I thought I would have felt it, which meant he hadn't finished with me, yet. He stepped back from the bed, giving me room to step off the bed. My legs were exhausted, but no doubt looked incredible in the early morning sunlight. The rest of me must not have looked too bad either, even covered in come, as Grumpy's erection angled upward ever so slightly while he took in the sight of me. I looked in the mirror next to the bed, and could see the reflection of my mom getting fucked by another stranger, while my dad watched and stroked his half-erect cock. Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion.

As the sunlight lit Grumpy's body, only one word came to mind: Magnificent.

He wasn't attractive the way that Happy was attractive, but his body was a chiseled work of art, doubled in size. He was bigger and wider than any man I had ever seen, and his cock jutting out and up in front of him would probably make most porn stars blush. I still couldn't believe that had actually been inside of me.

I almost felt bad for him, as he probably had never received a proper blowjob with a cock that big.

The things a woman thinks about.

I squatted in front of Grumpy and he smiled in amusement, knowing there was no way I'd be able to blow him. My mouth was smaller than my mom's, and even she couldn't do it. It didn't stop me from taking his meat in both hands and stroking him while angling his cock toward my face.

He slapped my hands away and grabbed my braid in one hand, and his cock in the other. He jerked my head back, causing my mouth to open slightly, and then jerked it back some more. When he started stroking his own cock, I figured out what he wanted. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and looked up at him, into his eyes. I lost my balance on my feet and shifted my position so I was kneeling in front of Grumpy. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, as he was holding me up by my hair. So, I played with my tits and eventually, fingered my pussy, the whole time never looking away from him or his massive cock. The sight was incredible, and I knew I'd masturbate to that vision again and again in the future.

I've seen men masturbate before, but never a man this big stroking a cock this big. I knew when he came, my face, neck, tits, and probably the rest of me would be bathed in his come - from what my mom said - and for some reason, it really turned me on. I wanted to be bathed in the come of this beast, in front of my mom and dad, and everyone else in my childhood bedroom. I had every intention of letting that happen.

Which, surprisingly, it didn't.

Instead, as soon as I watched his balls draw up in his large sack, I grabbed his enormous prick with both hands and put my mouth around as much of the bulbous head as I could... and swallowed.

A lot.

I jerked him into my mouth and swallowed as much come as I could, letting some splatter my tits while taking a breath, and then swallowed some more.

"How can that much jizz come out of just one man?" I thought in amazement. And then, I swallowed some more.

Grumpy held my braid tight and pushed his bulbous head past my teeth while squeezing the last of his seed from his shaft. Then, he let go. I wobbled and landed on my butt. I sat there, just looking up at him in amazement.

Grumpy looked back at me and winked, then stepped over to my dad who had been watching us while having his turn in my mom's butt.

"Best reunion ever," Grumpy whispered in his ear. He patted my dad on the shoulder, and then gave my mom a light slap on one of her butt cheeks. "Darcie," Grumpy said with another wink to her before stepping out of the room.

Sitting on the floor, I leaned against the bed and closed my eyes. Despite my best efforts, Grumpy still managed to come all over most of my body, and it was starting to dry on my skin in the sunlight.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but at some point, my mom sat next to me, put her hand on my come-covered leg, and asked, "So, what did you think?"

"I'm still trying to process everything," I said. "Seriously, mom. What the fuck? I thought you said sex with more than one man at the same time was low class?"

"It is low class, but I didn't say it wasn't fun. Didn't you have fun? I certainly did," my mom said. "And, some of the boys are in town for another night, if you're interested. I don't think you've had a chance to meet everyone, yet."

"I need to get home," I said. "Ron's probably wondering what I've been up to."

"Oh, Ron will be okay," my mom said. "He's always been a good sport about your, umm, entertaining of other gentlemen, right? Your father has a barbecue by the pool planned later today, and while it might not be warm enough to go for a swim, it should be warm enough to get some sun while we're at it. You can work on that all-over tan you acquired visiting your friend in the Midwest in the middle of a snowstorm. You really should think about staying another day. It's not like you have to worry about a change of clothes, after all. And, we have plenty of towels, dear."

I thought I had looked away for only a few seconds, but it must have been a few minutes. When I looked back at her, she was already on her knees working her oral talents on yet another attractive gentleman. This one seemed fresh, clean, and very familiar.

Mort.

"Abby... sorry I'm late," Mort said as he looked down at me and smiled with a gentlemanly nod. He then grabbed a handful of my mom's hair and proceeded to gently face fuck her. From the way she was moving her hand between her legs, she was definitely enjoying it. I couldn't blame her. I'd been there, myself. I knew it wouldn't be long before he was fucking her as good as he fucked me, if not better. I wasn't sure if that was going to make me jealous, or if I'd be turned on by it.

I pulled myself up, holding onto the edge of the bed, and then finally stood next to my mom and Mort. I stood on my tippy toes and leaned into Mort. He leaned down and gave me a light kiss on the lips.

I walked over to my old dresser to find my cellphone, and then headed for the hall.

"Where are you going?" my mom said, momentarily breaking her lip lock around Mort's shaft. She sounded disappointed. She didn't need to be.

"I should get cleaned up," I said, looking around the room at several semi-erect dicks and hopeful eyes. The one I believed to be Dopey looked at me with a boyish grin, and stroked his beautifully erect, disproportionately large dick.

"And then I guess I'm calling Ron to let him know I'm not coming home, yet."

... to be continued