12. Juliet and Dan's Foursome Anal

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Dan, please feel free to pretend this is about you.

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Dan

Saturday Morning after Friday Night

Not a virgin. Not anymore.

That basic fact was finally percolating through my self-understanding, erasing the bits of doubt and perceived weakness that had weighted me down, destroying the nerd image, the loser self-identification. At the same time, while I had changed -- a momentous change -- I wanted to avoid the error of arrogance, of my new confidence overstepping into just becoming an asshole to innocent bystanders.

And, there was a bigger issue. What to think about Juliet?

God, Juliet!

She had led the way to my amazing experience and personal development. She had led the way to clearing up some of those mental handicaps I had inherited from "the Game players" or "Andrew Tate" role models, or the self-pitying incel bros, who looked everywhere but within to blame for their tawdry lives.

I was not that, not anymore.

But where was I with Juliet?

"Earth to Dan. Calling Dan," she said.

I looked at the half-eaten french fry in my hand, extra ketchup dripping down. Then I looked at her directly into her eyes.

"I'm... here," I said. "But I am not here, too."

"OK?"

"Juliet, thank you for last night," I said, holding up a hand as she started to respond with "No worries."

"I don't want to trivialize what last night meant to me, or the feelings I have... the gratitude to you, for what you did to blast me out of my... I dunno... My limited viewpoint. My limited experience."

"And now, I am still confused," I summarized. "But about something different. Namely, I am confused about.... you."

"Oh," she said. "That sounds... maybe difficult? Or sad? Or something else? What are you worried about, Dan? I am here, still, and I loved what we did together."

I replied. "I am confused, because I don't know how to go on from here. Was that a one-and-done? Or is there more? Do you want me to be.... more? What kind of me do you want me to be, anyway?" I asked. Then I cringed at my own words. "Oh, shit. That just sounded stupid, right?"

"I think you are asking, is there an us?" said Juliet. "Is that right?"

"Maybe?"

"Look, Dan. We have been on maybe a half-dozen dates. Most of those were plain vanilla. Emphasis on 'plain.' I wanted more... more sex. More you. And at that time, you were not comfortable to let go, to join me."

She continued, "Last night, I orchestrated a kind of explosion for you and for me, too. The initial resistance you had to... moving toward sex... toward me... was um... de-inhibited. I cheated a bit, by using the THC gummie and the silly question game, but I wanted you. Your body. Your dick. Your sexual... acts... I dunno. That is so dumb to say. Your love-making. I wanted you. And I wanted you to want me. And you did. And... it was just fucking fantastic."

She grasped my hands. I looked her in the eyes. She looked back at me. I was fascinated by this woman, such a powerful personality in such a hot body. Fuck. She had.... stalked?... no. Seduced me. Skillfully.

"Dan, look. We have had only a short history together. I would like to continue with you, if that is what you are asking. But, when I say that, I want to continue with all of you. Not just your dick. And not just out to eat. Not just as the guy who is the roommate of my roommate's boyfriend. If you know what I mean. I want to get to know you more, and deeply, personally. If you want that."

"I think I would like that very much," I said. My heart was starting to beat faster; I don't know why. Was this so important? My thoughts skipped a beat. Yeah, it... was... important.

"And Juliet, I want to continue with all of you, too, all of you. Your life, your history, your moods, your... I dunno. You."

I quirked my lips suddenly, "I want your sex... your body... can I say it? Your cunt, your ass, your... sluttiness.... and your... kindness and tenderness and wildness and your dominance..." I stopped, running out of thoughts.

"Good," she said with a quirky smile. "Because I would like to.... well, I want your body, too. Your prick. Your butt-hole. Your tongue. Your fucking. And I want your... attention. I want your.... God-given gifts. I want your... skills. I want your... I want to stretch your boundaries even more. I want your next virginity."

"Wait. What? What? What do you have in mind?" I asked, a bit bashful, a bit excited, a bit surprised. "There are more boundaries that you can stretch? What virginity do I have left?"

"Well, maybe not technically virginity," she nodded. Then she looked me directly in the eyes, "But I think you will like what Alex is thinking about for this evening. And I want you and me to do it together, and to enjoy it together."

I replied, "I like that emphasis on together. Yes, we are new to each other. But I like the together part. And, so far, even though I thought I wasn't ready, maybe... yeah, I was just not ready then. But now, I am more ready than I ever have been. I know that nothing we have done together has been disappointing or dull or wrong... for me, and I want to keep it that same way for you. Exciting. New. Fantastic."

She got up and moved around the table to sit right next to me, in the cafeteria. She pulled her arm around my shoulders. I turned my face to her, and we kissed. In public!

"Dan," she said, looking into my eyes. "Are you feeling adventurous?"

I grinned and nodded. "Now I am."

She put her hand against my thigh, then rubbed it in my crotch, under the table, out of the sight of the rest of the students in the large room, ruffling my dick and balls.

"Good. I want this... torpedo... tonight. You and me will be the submarine. We will go hunting for ships to sink, together, using this torpedo. OK?"

A look of confusion crossed my face briefly. "Do you mean...."

"Yup. Me and you. And some others. Fucking. Their. Brains. Out."

--/--

Dan

Finagle's on Saturday night was hopping, with half-drunk students milling about, loud music and that ubiquitous smell of stale beer and piss that always seems to pollute those kinds of cheap college hangouts.

I wanted to keep Juliet close; I was enjoying my hand on her butt and the soft feeling of her arms as we stood close together. But she peeled off several times to talk with other girls, face electric with joy and camaraderie. The conversations were brief but... pointed. Were they... negotiating something?

I had been nursing a single long-neck for the last half-hour, and was just about ready to toss it.

Juliet returned, "Alex has got us all set up. Are you ready, Mr. Mark 57 torpedo? Isn't that the number that the Navy uses? Or is it Mark 94?"

I shrugged. "I'm not Mark." I grinned to take away the negative.

She grinned back, "OK, fine, then maybe should I say, Mr. Dan the Man v-dot-2 torpedo? Let's go sink some ships." She pulled my hand.

We left the bar, and Juliet pulled me into an idling, small, older Nissan ride-share. When did Juliet have time to get that set up?

"We're headed to the Conrad," she said, and the driver nodded in confirmation, shifted gears and accelerated away.

"The Conrad?" I asked, stupidly. Wasn't that a hotel, a fancy hotel? I was dressed in a T and jeans. Like the kind of casual, sloppy dress that swank hotels keep confined to the outside of the hotel. Especially when worn by poor college students who were not booked into a room.

Juliet smiled, leaned back into the seat. "Yup. We are going to have quite the night."

--/--

Dan

After we left the ride-share, we skirted the car valets and baggage boys and sneaked along the edge of the hotel's voluptuous foyer. Juliet maintained sight of the far-distant front desk, just in case, but we were unobserved as we headed to the door marked Gymnasium--Spa--Pool.

It was quite some time after 9:30, so past official opening hours.

"Juliet?" I asked. She shook her head, then keyed her phone. After a couple minutes, the door opened from within, a light brown hand on its edge.

"Phan, so nice to see you," burbled Juliet. "This is Dan."

The young Vietnamese woman ducked her head, "Nice to meet you."

"And this is Trinh," said Juliet. A young Vietnamese man nodded to me.

"They work here in the spa, and they were able to invite us to a... limited private party, for the evening."

"OK?" I asked. Then, I jumped to the situation. Private party? "Do we need to pay? I don't have much money, but I do have a credit card."

"No worries," said Phan. "There are a few others here, and the evening is complimentary for those who will be... participating as entertainers, shall we say?"

I looked at Juliet. What the fuck? Were we somehow... prostitutes... in this?

Juliet smiled back, "Just go with it. Follow my lead. All the way."

--/--

Dan

Juliet and I moved forward into the men's locker room--yeah, both of us in the men's section. I felt a bit nervous about breaking that taboo, but Juliet just sailed on in. Trinh followed us in and stood watching, standing there in immaculate white scrubs, as professional as can be.

He gestured to a refreshment tray, carrying flutes of bubbling wine, gummies and shot glasses of clear liquid. I pointed, raising my eyebrows in question, and he said with a stilted Vietnamese accent, the L's becoming R's: "Tequila. THC. Mumm."

Juliet giggled in delight, and in rapid succession, downed a shot and ate a gummie. Then she looked at me expectantly, so I copied her, downing the tequila (yuck) and another gummie (sweet but blah).

Then she picked up a flute of champagne and pointed at one for me. I raised the glass to her, and she said, "To us. To your torpedo. And to all the ships we will sink tonight." Then she drained it. I followed her lead, and the bubbles sparkled in the back of my throat.

"Dan, I want you to know. Alex has given me only a little information about our private party here. So, I can't really tell you what will happen at each stage. But, I know that some things may seem embarrassing or scary to you. Please, Dan, don't bridle. Please don't run away. Don't get angry. Please stay with me, keep calm, relax and enjoy. This may expand your horizons a bit, and I am sure it will be fun. And remember, I want to do it together with you.

"Soon, we are going in for a couple's massage, I think maybe, right now. And, um, you'll get oil on those clothes. So..." She motioned for me to undress. "And anyway, submarines don't wear clothes when they are torpedoing ships."

I raised my eyebrows, but she nodded, then unbuttoned her blouse. I in turn, lifted my T over my head.

Trinh continued to watch as we stripped off our clothes. He took each item, folding it and then placing it into one of the cupboards.

Juliet's hairless waxed cunt was red-rimmed, already engorged, and emitting teen female pheromones. My dick chubbed out a bit, conquering my embarrassment at being naked in front of this... fully clothed... spa attendant.

"Don't we get a towel?" I asked.

Juliet shook her head, "Do you need one? Your body is... fine, more than fine!" she enthused. "And your torpedo, well, that is really fine." She dragged a finger along the underside of my tumescent prick.

"This way," Trinh pointed with his closed fist and extended thumb, and we moved into the massage room.

There were two other naked people face down on the beds, and white-smocked attendants were rubbing oil into their bodies.

Trinh pointed to two tables clothed with fresh sheets. He motioned to Juliet. "Head here, face down." Then he pointed to me, "Head here, face down." His native accent bent many of the sounds.

Our bodies were parallel, but our heads were lying in opposite directions. My view included Juliet's nicely turned-out bare feet and bright pink toenails. Not bad! I thought.

The two tables were close enough that we could reach our hands across the gap, and Juliet tugged my relaxed palm onto hers, fingers cupped and interlaced.

Trinh stepped up to my table and, with long strokes and greatly excessive amounts of massage oil, covered my naked body from shoulders to ankles. He returned, with more oil, to ensure the scented coconut cascaded down my sides. He pulled the lubricant along my ribs, armpits and hips, along the inside and outside of my thighs, and both sides of my calves. He added more oil and covered my biceps, triceps, and forearms.

I waited for the massage rub to begin, but nothing. Trinh had stepped away.

I felt a little weird to be so lubricated, and shiny. But the oil was warm, and the room was quiet. The other two naked strangers had not said anything nor moved since we came in, near as I could tell in my face-down position.

I whispered, "Juliet, did you just get oiled up?"

"Yes. Get ready for the next thing."

The room lights dimmed, and in the darkness, I could hear the movement of bare feet on the floor, then the presence of several people standing next to my table.

Movement. Juliet's table and mine were rolled apart and separated. I felt a naked body, I think, as my hand disengaged from Juliet's hand. I dragged my other hand off its side of the table, sounding for more information, and again, I think it contacted naked flesh.

Someone whispered unintelligibly and was answered swiftly by a "Shhhush.

Hands firmly lifted both of my wandering arms and placed them back on the sheet.

Then, it felt like dozens of hands descended on my body, rubbing, pulling, dragging the oil over my skin. Some of the hands were pushing hard on my muscles, others were merely caressing. Some of the hands were larger, rougher, others more petite.

I tried to make sense of the number of hands and where their owners' stood. As best as I could figure, there were five or six people at each side of my body and two more at my feet, now working on my soles and toes.

Only one person was at my head, and that one seemed only to be standing there. Were they directing the others? Observing? Waiting for the next step?

After the original massage oil was worked into my skin, even more was added, sluicing down my sides, keeping me warm, and.... lubricated... under the onslaught of the anonymous masseurs.

My prick didn't quite know what to do. All these naked bodies touching me was intensely erotic. So it wanted to chub up and was working on pre-cum.

But at the same time, the situation was a bit frightening, out of my control. So far, the rubbing was completely chaste; no one had dipped down to finger my ass crack or my dick and balls. But I was waiting, uncomfortable, for that unprovoked sexual contact to begin at any moment. My butt hole was clenched tight in anticipation of a violation.

A young woman's voice called from a far corner of the massage room, "Please turn over." The accent was maybe a bit foreign, but not nearly as the two Vietnamese attendants who had greeted us on arrival.

The massaging hands lifted and withdrew. I lay there for a minute. Should I flip? My dick would be out in the open; anyone could see it.

But, it was dark in the room, so who cares? And Juliet said I should relax and enjoy. But still, naked in front of these strangers?

I dithered long enough that the naked body standing at my head tapped my shoulder.

I turned over. My prick rose unbidden with a boner.

My eyesight had adjusted to the darkness, and I could now see the outlines of the naked people standing over me. They were... masked... and otherwise ordinary-looking, varying ages. Men and women. There were tats, some weird skulls, some just paragraphs of text. Some had fat, quite a bit of fat, belly or titties or butt. Others were more enticing, sexy.

The one at my head was a younger man, fit, hands limply at his side, dick hanging, mask obscuring his face.

My own dick began to go limp as the nearby environment didn't look quite as conducive to fucking as maybe I had fantasized.

The middle woman took a large beaker and poured oil on my topside. The cadre of naked masseurs again descended on my body, sluicing the lubricant over me completely but chastely. No one touched my exposed dick or balls. The massage continued for several minutes, and my mind drifted aimlessly, wordlessly, under the constant sensory feedback from my skin.

I smelled the flare of a match as two candles were lit in sconces along the walls. I could now see to the edge of the room, and I began to wonder at the large group of... masked nudists?... who had been working around the four massage tables.

With this signal, all the nudist masseurs turned and left the room, leaving me, Juliet, and the two others who had been lying face down when we entered.

We four all sat up, looking at each other. Juliet began to laugh, triggering giggles from all of us.

"That was weird," I said.

"Yeah," said the other male, "My dick was confused. Should I get hard, or not?"

"I'm Bekka," said the other girl. She was wearing long red-haired braids, and they hung down over her titties. Her skin was shiny, lubricated, and my boner wanted to pop up as I eyed her young, sexy, naked body. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Juliet. Same."

"Dan. Same."

"Sven." he was blond, pale, and muscular, with blond pubes. A slight accent, Nordic? And his boner was starting to rise, matching mine. "Welcome to the party, I guess?"

I asked, "Are we the entertainment? And, was that it? All those people paid to get naked and then, um, touch our naked bodies? But not our sexy bits?"

Juliet giggled. "Oh, Dan."

Bekka laughed out loud. "That was makeup, I think. We are yet to be the entertainment."

"Have you done this before?" I asked.

"Not exactly," said Sven, jumping down from the table. His dick was clearly moving past chub stage.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

Bekka laughed again. "What would you like to do?"

Juliet said, "We are at a private sex party in a top hotel, our tickets paid in full, and there are probably many many people who are watching us, right now. After all, we are the entertainment, right?"

I snorted. "Watching? They have cameras?"

Bekka looked around, "Maybe? But I didn't sign a film release. So, probably not."

I noted that implied range of experience. Was this girl a model? A porn star? a filmographer?

Sven said, "Personally, I am very pleased to meet all of you. And, since we came here to fuck, that's what I would like to do... if you would like that?"

Juliet and Bekka also jumped down from their tables, boobs jiggling, laughing.

"That sounds like the reason we came here, too," said Juliet.

"And me, too. Us," said Bekka, pointing to Sven.

I wondered, were those two on a Tinder date? Just met, and now, ready to fuck?

I jumped off my table just in time to meet Juliet's kiss. Her tongue probed my mouth. Our heavily oiled skin slid easily, and my boner grew harder as it rubbed against her slippery belly.

Bekka approached from my rear and rubbed her slick boobs across my back, reaching around me to lift and fondle Juliet's slick titties. Juliet reciprocated. The heavy oil made it almost impossible to pinch any nipple and they resorted to rubbing the flat of their hands across each other's taut buds.

Sven was behind Juliet, reaching around both her and me to pull the two of us closer, grinding my dick further into her belly.

Juliet, "Oh Sven, is that a special greeting? I like the feeling of your dick on my skin." Then she giggled, ".... and between my butt cheeks. Naughty boy."

She turned to kiss Sven, and Bekka spun me around to kiss me. She captured my boner and inserted it in the space between her thighs. "Gotcha, boy. College boy. I like your prick." She smiled, lust in her eyes.

I moved my head down to suckle her boobs as she lifted her long braids out of the way. The luscious pink nipples responded to my lips. The taste was... oily... Doh. But, my prick was very happy, and it was almost impossible to avoid pumping back and forth in the lubricated grip of her thighs.

She sighed, "That feels good, but I want more. Please." She pulled my head to her belly, and I licked up some of the excess oil, following down to her full, dark, red-haired bush. I moved my hand into her pussy, spreading the red hair to reveal long, meaty red labia and a long, hooded clit. Then, as the angle on my neck became untenable, I had to kneel.

She moved forward and mounted her liquid cunt onto my mouth. I licked, dragging my tongue upward and then over her clit.

"There, you fucker, right there," she directed.

I repeated the movement as I shifted one hand to her buttock, pulling her sex more firmly into my face.

Bekka squatted slightly, pushing her cunt even harder onto my face, and grabbed my head with both hands. "Do it harder. Make me cum. Lick me, college boy."

I could hear Juliet in the background, huffing irregularly, as she ordered Sven to suck her clit. "Do it, pale boy. Yeah, that's right. Add a finger. Yeah. Add another."

Was she getting her cunt fingered? Or her ass? Sven's breathing became deeper as he concentrated on pleasing her. "Harder Sven. Do it."

I wanted to look over, to see what Juliet was doing, but my face was fully engaged in Bekka's cunt.

Hmm. I wondered. If this... private party... entertainment... was for expanding my horizons, what should I be doing?

I took a risk, and snaked my finger into Bekka's sopping cunt, lubricating it all around, then I tapped it into her slightly open asshole. She dropped her body weight onto my wrist, working to push my lubricated digit up into her butt. I swirled it around her anal muscle, probing gently, then inserted it deeply. The penetration was fast, easy, obviously painless. This girl has had stuff up her butt before.

Bekka grunted. "Fuck yeah, college boy. Fuck yeah. I love that. Now, lick. Lick harder." I increased the pressure of my tongue on her clit, moving on both sides then along the hood, digging for the sensitive nubbin underneath.

She began to move her hips, rotating to capture and release my wet finger in her asshole. I pulled out my finger, then swirled two fingers in her cunt, wetting them fully.

"Ok, Danny boy. I know what you are doing," said Bekka. "Fuck yeah. Push those in." I obliged, rotating two fingers into her expanding asshole, then plunging in deeply and pounding her asshole with rapid arm movements.

My dick was rock hard yet untouched, dripping pre-cum onto the hard tile.

So far, so good. But what next? What would Juliet want me to do?

I lifted my face up and called over, "Juliet. I think Bekka likes.... butt stuff. Help me load a torpedo."

Bekka turned her head toward Sven and Juliet. "I see you are poking at her butt hole, Sven. Maybe she likes butt stuff?"

Sven laughed. "She likes butt stuff. My butt. And her butt."

Bekka said, "Really? We are lucky fuckers tonight, then."

So this other pair is also a couple, with history. Not a Tinder date. And... they like butt stuff.

Was this the work of Alex? Kyle's crazy, weird girlfriend, Alex? Juliet said Alex had set it all up, but didn't disclose the details.

I thought a bit more about the situation. Even as a newly vanquished virgin, I knew this activity, situation, was.... rare. Super rare. Just fucking way way out there, rare.

Goddamn Kyle.... your girlfriend! Alex! Had she arranged... this? All of this? The weird nudist masseurs? The foursome coupling? The butt stuff?

Was she a witch or something?

--/--

Juliet

I had already put two fingers up Sven's ass when I heard Dan calling -- the magic phrase, "Load the torpedo!"

Fuck yeah, my training had taken root, and Dan the Man was now a full pervert ass fucker. I grinned.

I lifted Sven's head by his long blond hair, "Come on, blondy. I think we need to get... closer... and to put everything into place. Don't you?"

He smiled as he looked up at me, and I decided to slap his face, just to show him who was boss. He was shocked, stunned.

"You should say, Yes Ma'am, when I ask you a question."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Sven's dick was hard as hell; he would agree to anything right now, anything that would move him along to getting fucked, getting to cum. I planned to fuck all the holes of this random couple, Bekka and Sven. And to get Dan the torpedo man to fuck them as well, if he would, and if his prick lasted that long. There was a lot of fucking in the future of this little foursome group. And I wanted to make it happen.

I pulled Sven by his hair over to where Bekka and Dan were engaged, kneeling and squatting on the hard tile. "Dan, you keep licking her cunt. Make her squirt. Make her spasm."

I pulled Sven to Bekka's rear end. "Get your face in there. Lick her butthole."

Sven balked a bit, so I slapped him again. He winced, then whispered, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy, it seems you are able to learn, after all."

I pushed his head again, "Now, get your tongue in there. Make it pointy. Push it up into her butthole ring. Get it up there." Bekka moaned at the doubled stimulation to her nether regions, the two men lapping away at her two holes.

I reached under Sven to stroke his fully erect dick; it was slightly curved upward, pre-cum dripping from the end, pulsing with his heartbeat. And his heatbeat was fast -- I briefly wondered, does this count as aerobic exercise? We weren't running or doing anything that physical, were we? It was just... adrenaline, right?

I moved slightly, switched hands so that one was able to continue to pull on his prick while I wet the extended middle finger from my other hand on the excess oil from his back, and then I pushed it into his blond-haired asshole.

He growled and pushed back onto my probing finger. I slid out, then pushed back with two fingers, penetrating deeply. The movement into his open asshole was fast, easy, obviously painless. This boy has had stuff up his butt before, and he liked it.

"OK, Svenny, it's time for a treat. But don't you dare to cum." Using his hair, I pulled his head out of Bekka's ass. "Would your prick like to... um... journey into that nicely opened hole?"

I held my palm at the ready, but he quickly said, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Remember, don't cum. If you cum, I will smash your balls to a pulp."

He hesitated for a moment, then apparently decided that getting his dick into Bekka's asshole was worth the risk of a future ball smashing. He lined his prick up to the gape and slowly began to push in the head.

Bekka moaned and then spasmed, jerking under the continued onslaught of tongue action from Dan, the Torpedo man, and the deep stretching from Sven's cock.

Sven pushed into her asshole as her body spasmed around him, short sharp jerks, until it was buried balls deep in her anal ring. "Fuck me! God, that's deep. Lick my cunt fucker. Harder." She pulled on the back of Dan's head, slamming his tongue into her cunt.

Then, Bekka groaned and whistled, giving vent to the orgasm pulsing through her.

"Stay there, don't move," I instructed Sven. Then I pushed two fingers deep into his open asshole and pulled on his tightening balls. I wanted to stretch out his scrotum, pull those balls away from his body, delay his orgasm.

Mostly, it worked. He stayed still, not moving, but his face was growing red, along with his neck and upper chest. And, involuntary tiny shivers moved along his belly and spine, implementing the barest stimulation to his fully buried prick.

"Sven, you get out. Don't cum," I commanded. "Don't cum."

He reluctantly drew back. "Yes, Ma'am."

I pulled at Dan's face, disengaging him from Bekka's spasming body. "You. Torpedo man. Come over here."

Dan's prick was fully engorged, blue veins raised above the skin on his shaft, pulsing, dripping pre-cum. He had the discipline to let it alone, avoiding stroking, saving the whambam for someone's willing hole.

I briefly wondered, whose hole should it be? But I was still careful with Dan and his apparent homophobia. Let it be Bekka, first. Asshole? Or cunt? Hmmmm.

Then, maybe, Sven's butt-hole, later. And, anyway, I needed also a distraction to keep Sven from balking when he got his asshole torpedoed.

Assuming, of course, that the torpedo would launch correctly and stay on track to sink Sven's ship. Dan was still an uncertain weapon for homo stuff.

--/--

Dan

I had licked Brekka's red-haired cunt to oblivion, I thought, and my tongue and jaw were sore and tired from all the work. And, my prick was hard, rock-hard, dripping pre-cum and pining to fuck.

Juliet gave me a reprieve, I think, just as Bekka was spasming through her third or fourth orgasm.

The smell of butt sex was wafting up from Bekka's butthole, too. Sven's prick glistened, so I concluded that maybe it was him. But his prick was still hard and bouncing with his accelerated heartbeat.

Had Juliet... Had she blue-balled him? Of course. It was one of her favorite tricks.

Bekka slumped bonelessly to the floor, unable to keep herself upright through that massive orgasm. Sven was just standing there, a bit vacant, hand poised to stroke his prick, but he seemed to eye Juliet carefully. Was he waiting for her approval to fuck?

And me, I was standing there too, cock waving loose in the wind, looking to Juliet for direction. My torpedo was loaded. Where did she want me to... what hole... to inject it? Target it?

My mind took a brief step back, wondering at the current tableau. Were we all her sex puppets?

Probably.

Juliet leaned over to lick my dickhead, and rim my glans, teasing the frenulum.

She popped one finger in my asshole, reminding me of that other erogenous zone.

Then she looked over and instructed, "Svenny, it looks like Bekka is... temporarily spent. Please take care of her; perhaps she would appreciate a warm massage table bed rather than the cold floor."

Sven startled, face showing something like disgust at himself for not recognizing the importance of helping Bekka on his own, and picked her up. He carried her to the nearest table, smoothed out her body on the sheet, and kissed her on the lips. Bekka began to regain her attention to the world.

"Oh, Sven, thank you, thank you." She pulled one arm around his neck and returned the kiss. Then, she tipped her head to me, "And thank you, Dan, for those lovely orgasms. You are one fine licker."

"We are not finished yet," said Juliet. "Many orgasms remain to be had this evening. And, Bekka, you may want to assist some of the deserving boys, here."

"Of course," she said. "What would you suggest?" She smiled a knowing smile as she pulled her legs up to her chest, exposing her glistening cunt and dark asshole gape.

My prick leaped to maximum hardness, all hands on deck, enemy ship in torpedo range, sir!

"Dan, please assist," said Juliet. "I think that your effort deserves a bit of a payback? Fuck her ass."

Bekka crab walked down to my end of the table, then pulled her legs up again to present her sex and dark asshole to my view. The table height was perfect. My dick was lined up to stroke in and out, and I wasted no time, pushing the head into her anal ring.

I used my idle hands, well, thumbs really, to pull apart her labia and push into her vaginal canal. The sight was intoxicating, the smell of teen cunt pheromones was mind altering, and my penis was moving faster and faster, in and out of her ass, almost without control.

"And Sven, I think that Brekka owes you some... stimulation, too. Can you...?" Juliet motioned for him to get on the table, squat over her face, and present his butthole to Bekka's waiting tongue. Juliet guided his body down onto her face.

"Lick, Brekka. Get your tongue up his ass."

Then, Juliet set the brakes on the table's wheels. Satisfied that the new tableau was probably stable, she moved to pump Sven's wet and shiny penis with her hand and pinched Brekka's oil-slicked nipples, using her nails to gain traction on the slippery flesh.

Bekka yipped, but Juliet maintained the biting pressure on her nipples, switching from one to the other. Sven swung his hips, rubbing his asshole and taint all over Bekka's nose, lips, chin, tongue. Her tongue was a blur of flickering jabs and thrusts.

"Fuck yeah," said Sven. He pushed Juliet's hand out of the way and began stroking his prick rapidly, using his own hand.

"Wait," said Juliet. "I want you to cum in her cunt. Just wait, Sven. A couple of minutes, and then you can blast off. Just wait."

My dick was pounding now, pounding in and out of Bekka's sloppy butthole. My personal view from the end of the table showed her distended labia, spread open by my thumbs, and my dick in her butt, moving in, all the way, then out, to the tip, and returning in slow, long strokes.

"Fuck yeah," I said. "Bekka, your cunt is so sexy. Your ass is so hot, so tight. I am so hard right now. Just.... Fuck."

Juliet orchestrated a change, with Sven turning around from the rimjob and backing down Bekka's body, prick dragging on her lubricated, shiny skin. As he went by, Juliet reached around and tapped two fingers into Sven's asshole. I watched with amazement as his butt just swallowed them up.

Juliet smiled at me, a quirky, evil-looking smile, "Good boy, Dan. Keep using that torpedo."

She maintained her fingers in his butthole, stroking in and out, twisting as she plunged in. Then, she pointed at me. "Torpedo time."

As he moved backward toward me, I was treated to Sven's open butthole, Juliet's pumping fingers, and the rest of Sven's dangling hard junk. He was painstaking and slow as he made his way down Bekka's body, to avoid falling off the narrow massage table.

Could I? Should I? Would it be gay? What would Juliet want me to do? I was feeling far less inhibited, virginities gone, confidence building. Would it be gay if I touched a penis?

I decided, since I was personally focused on cunt and female parts and fucking females, that a little helping hand to my fellow male foursome participant would not suddenly convert me to homo. Just in case, I whispered, "No homo."

"OK, Sven?" I asked. "You are right there." I grabbed his prick and guided it down into Bekka's spread labia. Then I pushed his ass down with two hands, mashing his stiff prick into her cunt, next door to my dick, pistoning in her ass. His legs were spread wide, in a kind of frog position, on the outside of her legs.

I couldn't help but notice his butthole was distended, twisting as he thrust into Bekka's red glistening cunt.

"Fuck! Bekka, you are fantastic! What a body!" he said and revved up his stroking into the hot wet hole of her cunt.

My dick was rubbing under his balls, jabbing in her asshole, jangled by his wild strokes into her cunt, and... wait, what?

Juliet had crept around my rear and was now licking my asscrack and asshole.

"God damn!" I swore out. I grabbed the back of Juliet's head and pushed her face into my buttocks. She pushed my body forward, pounding my dick into Bekka's butthole.

There was a definite smell of butt sex emanating from our monkey pile, monkey fuck pile.

We two men were straining, dicks at full, pounding away in Bekka's body.

She started to spasm, little jerks at first, mewling. Then, the tremors grew larger, slower, and the sounds became growling and moaning.

Sven and I began to coordinate our attack, one in, one out, reciprocating like a two-stroke, two-cylinder motor. Brekka began to huff, at first randomly, but then syncopated with the strokes of our cocks. As we accelerated the rate of stroking, so did her breath. Huff... Huff... Huff. Huff. Huff. Huff. HuffHuffHuffHufffHuff.

Behind me, in my own ass, Juliet replaced her tongue with two fingers, pushing them in and out, firing away at my prostate. With her other hand, she pulled my balls, scratching lightly at the sensitive scrotal skin.

"Torpedo away!" she whispered. "Cum in her asshole."

I had another idea. Should I? Could I? Sven liked butt stuff; he had even said it a few minutes ago. Would it be gay to put your thumb up a boy's ass, when both of you were pounding the living shit out of a girl, together? Or, would it be more like, um, camaraderie? Helping out a bro? Just in case, I whispered, "No homo."

I stuck a thumb into my mouth, lubed it up, spit on it, and then positioned it against his wide-open ass gape.

Juliet whispered in my ear, "Good boy. Pop his asshole. He will shoot. Do it."

At the next stroke, I pushed my thumb into Sven's gape, all the way to the webbing. I pounded it in and out of his asshole, running at double the speed of our fucking.

Now, Sven was huffing, too, and keening: a high-pitched, involuntary, continuous note. Almost a dog whistle.

Bekka, flailing under the assault, reached around Sven's back. "You fucker. Goddamn you. Your prick is pounding me. My. Cunt. Your pricks. My. Asshole. Fuck that is good! Fuck!"

She raked his unprotected, oiled back with her fingernails, leaving long red marks. And then she began to jerk, massive twists in her abdomen, popping her head up, shaking her shoulders, rolling her hips, kicking her legs.

I could feel her spasms rolling through her anus and rectum, squeezing my dick.

This final stimulation, Bekka's major orgasm, was too much for Sven, and his body also began seizing, massive rolling spasms jerking his legs and back. His asshole clamped down on my thumb, but I wrenched it out, then pumped it back in against the harsh resistance of his orgasm, pushing on his prostate, forcing out all his cum.

Juliet pushed hard on my prostate, too, but... I wasn't quite there. Not quite ready to cum. As the two others gradually began to wind down from their orgasm, I gently pulled Juliet's finger out of my ass.

"Not yet," I said. I backed away from the table, giving Sven space to disengage his prick. "Not quite yet."

As he turned, the liquid mix of wet juice and cum flowed out of Brekka's open, well-fucked cunt hole. Her butt remained a gaped, dark abyss, ravaged by my pounding. The white fluids flowed down, over, and into her distended anus, on their way further down her butt crack and to the edge of the table.

His penis was red, red, still pulsing with his heartbeat. His chest, face, and neck were red, rosy, flushed. He looked like he had just finished a marathon, blowing and shaking his legs.

He bent over, catching his breath. "Fuck, that was intense. I have never, ever cum so hard in my life. Fuck. Juliet. Danny Torpedo. Goddamn."

I smiled at Juliet. She shook her head slightly. And then gave me an evil, sexy look. "We wait. But we will... Get ours."

--/--

Juliet

After that major exertion, we were resting, each couple on a narrow massage table lying close together. Dan and I had interlocked our arms, and I enjoyed his close embrace and warm body, although I think Dan was maybe more worried about tipping off the table onto the hard floor.

And, maybe, about getting his long-awaited orgasm. I know he did not tolerate blue balls well. It was clear that we were each due a huge orgasm, and I was considering how to get that done, idly daydreaming as we lay together.

The room lighting increased and changed hue to a dawn pink.

One of the doors opened and a white-clad attendant quickly shuffled over to our table.

"Phan?" I asked.

She whispered in my ear. "The gallery has reviewed the skills and performance of the entertainers. They would like to offer a bonus, if you are willing to... perform... additional, specific entertainments."

"Just me? Or all of us?"

"They would like all of you, but the groupings may be different. I don't know... maybe the men will find the request offensive."

"Is that why you are asking me?"

"Yes, you seemed to direct the most... aggressive... actions, earlier."

The conversation was interrupted as another two white-clad attendants entered the room, bearing two trays of refreshments. And, more lube and... something else? A leather collar? Two leather collars?

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