Decision Tree

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 16 By Tappy McWidestance

Alas Beth was not in the house. I imagined finding her sober and having submitted to Mistress Gwen, under the kitchen table servicing my Mistress while I made the family breakfast. I also pictured her having overcome her dislike of men and sucking off Thomas and Bruce while they ate. But I guess that was not to be. The lifestyle isn't for everyone. I must admit I was disappointed I didn't get to take her lesbian cherry. I should not have been so worried about her being drunk last night.

Breakfast was uneventful. Even though I was growing accustomed to servicing this group as a family, I still felt weird about how normal all this seemed. After breakfast Gwen told me they were hosting a party that night. Immediately I pictured an orgy of BDSM aficionados. When I asked if that was the theme, she laughed and said no. It was just a group of neighbors who got together once a month. There were about 10-15 couples depending on the night and the party rotated among the houses. Somebody was always primary host, but usually it spilled over to the houses in close proximity. Since it was their turn to host, it would be a pool party theme and even though most of the party would be outside, the inside of the house had to be spotless.

I went from excited about there being a party to dejected because I knew I would be cleaning the house all day. Gwen surprised me by saying she was going to help because she had a special treat for us at noon so we had to hurry. I asked if I was to be their serving maid for the party. I didn't specify whether that meant drinks and snacks or sex. She made it clear that I would be their guest and that their friends would sometimes bring guests as well. "Think of it as a hall pass from being a submissive for 24 hours," she told me.

So no, I wasn't to be their sub at the party, but I was expected to treat their neighbors respectfully and any help I could provide running the party (just making sure the bar was stocked and the food came out of the oven, etc) would be appreciated, but not required. She also said the dungeon would be locked since her neighbors were not aware of their more personal activities.

With Gwen's help we banged through cleaning the house. I'd been keeping up with my chores during the week, so the house was in pretty good shape already. We were actually already done by 11:30. Gwen dismissed me to the pool house to shower. She told me to take a long hot shower and then just wrap myself in a towel. I liked the gleam in her eye when she told me basically to stay naked. My noon surprise must be a good one, I theorized.

Having time to luxuriate in the shower was wonderful. The only downside to this week in their house had been the rushed showers, then rushed make-up and rushed dressing. Even though I had worked hard for a few hours already, I now felt like it was the weekend and I could relax. I didn't have any casework to worry about so I could just chill and enjoy whatever Thomas and Gwen had planned for me. Plus it had been a while since I went to a party, unless you consider last night a party or the gangbang at the theater.

I took about 20 minutes under the rain showerhead allowing the warm water to cascade over my appreciative body. I also washed my hair and used the hand nozzle to give my intimates a good cleaning. If I was only going to wear a towel, I wanted to be fresh all over. Gwen was waiting for me on the pool house couch when I walked out of the lady's room.

"He's not here yet, so go ahead and blow dry your hair. Don't bother with make-up," she told me. I retired to the dungeon to finish my hair, although I intended to be speedy since it was already noon. It took about ten minutes to dry my hair. When I walked back into the pool house Gwen was lying face down on a massage table. She had a towel that matched mine, but it was folded over and only covered her butt. There was an athletic young man standing behind her. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Susan, meet Pedro," Gwen said.

"Hello Miss," he replied to me.

"Hi Pedro," I said.

"Pedro is a genius with his hands. He will relax you and make you feel like butter," Gwen continued.

"I've never had a male masseur," I commented. "Actually I have not had many massages, but they have all been from women."

"Women are too weak," she told me. "You need a man to really get the full benefits."

I must have snickered thinking about needing a man for a happy ending because she quickly added, "Not like that, dirty girl. Pedro is gay anyway. He won't care about your needy pussy."

I watched Pedro give Gwen her massage. He certainly was putting more effort into working her muscles that I had received with my female masseuses. He also appeared very skilled working her entire backside. I started to get aroused just watching him touch her, even though it was non-sexual, and wondered just how it would feel when he did the same to me. She was lying face down so I couldn't see her nipples. I knew mine would be hard as rocks if a man was touching me like that, even if he was gay. A massage had always been a very intimate thing to me. The touch of a woman trying to make me feel good had also made me curious about making love to one. This would likely be worse for me, at least intellectually. I'd probably want him to pull me to the edge of the table and ram his cock into me. Or at the minimum, fuck my face. I started to daydream for a few minutes about that until Gwen asking if I could run into the house and grab her an iced tea brought me back to reality. Of course I agreed and headed toward the house wrapped only in my towel. It actually felt nice not to have my heels on for a change. I grabbed a bottle of iced tea out of the fridge and headed back toward the pool house.

When I arrived, Pedro was done with Gwen's backside. She sat up not concerned at all that her breasts were on display. She took the iced tea from me and took a big swig. She then lay back down on the table, this time face up. Pedro readjusted her towel so it was covering her pussy, but her breasts remained on display. And yes, her nipples were standing tall and proud.

I decided I would want my towel unfolded to cover my breasts when it came to this part of the massage. I certainly wasn't modest when it came to exposing myself to a sexual partner, but this was supposed to be professional so it didn't seem right that she was topless. He did give her legs and the tops of her thighs good attention. He then moved behind her head and stretched out her arms. Working her arms above her head brought back the vision of him putting her head just off the edge and fucking her mouth. Maybe I had watched one too many bad pornos because Pedro was nothing if not a complete professional. He worked her arms, then the top of her neck and her shoulders. His hand did slide down and put pressure on the side of her rib cage to the outside of her breasts. He probably caught a little side boob too, although Gwen either didn't notice or was too relaxed to care. I watched carefully and he never touched her nipples. I wondered if I could be as calm as my Mistress. If he wasn't careful, I'd probably grab his hand and force it down on my breast or try to make him finger my pussy.

When she was done, Gwen explained that his massages were usually twice as long, but she wanted me to have one and then she had another surprise coming at 1:15. She stood up letting her towel drop to the floor. She was now standing in front of us completely naked. Pedro did not react, although, as usual, I felt lust in my heart toward her. Gwen said she needed to get some stuff from the house and that I should enjoy my massage. Pedro picked up her towel as she headed toward the door and wiped down the table. He then asked me to lie face down. I untied the front of my towel as I did, but I did not expose myself as Gwen had done. I still felt weird about having a man give me my massage.

Pedro folded my towel off my back placing it over my butt. I felt like my pussy was exposed, although not from above and apparently it didn't much matter anyway. Pedro didn't seem to notice when Gwen flashed hers. He started off with some warm, but not to hot, lavender scented oil on my shoulders. My reluctance to have a male masseur quickly vanished as I realized Gwen's opinion that having a stronger masseur was a definite benefit. As he worked my muscles, my cares floated away. My back, calves, feet, neck, thighs and hands all were putty under his skilled touch. He even slid his hands under my towel to work my glutes, although he appeared to be taking care not to stimulate me. At that point I wouldn't have cared if he stuck a finger up my ass. I felt so good he could have done anything to me and I wouldn't have said a word.

By the time he was ready for me to roll over, I made no effort to cover my tits. I think my nipples were as hard as Gwen's but I figured he should get some feedback about how good he was making me feel. He repeated the same massage I saw him give Gwen. I wasn't in the least bit worried when he touched the side of my breasts, although I wished he had done more. My nipples were aching for attention and yes, I did think about jumping him and seeing if I could convince his cock that women were nice too, but I didn't. He was being the perfect professional and if I acted inappropriate, he might drop Mistress as a client. I couldn't risk that. I would have to let my mischievous fantasies remain just that.

Mistress appeared as he was finishing. She was now wearing yoga pants and a tiny crop top. It had a reinforcement strip stitched at the bottom, just below her breasts and a similar one above her love lumps. While it didn't appear her top had any support built in, the stitching would at least hold her breasts in place. They did have an obscene bounce and displayed her nipples prominently. I was more interested in her clearly visible camel toe. Now I enjoy the comfort of yoga pants as much as the next woman, but damn, she could have put on at least a g-string. Then again, we were in private, so who cares. I licked my lips. I think she appreciated that.

Pedro made short work folding up his table and packing up his oils. Again he didn't seem to care that he left me in an aroused state or that Gwen was standing in front of him displaying her raw sexuality. I didn't get it, but to each his own. He was a good-looking guy so I'm sure he had a handsome boyfriend waiting for him at home. Gwen tossed me an identical top and yoga pants and told me to put them on. Since Pedro was already out the door, I just dropped my towel. It took less than a minute to dress. I have to admit, the crop top felt nice and I was never one to be afraid of exposing my stomach so it didn't bother me how it displayed my abs or framed my breasts. A built in bra would have been a nice touch, but as I rocked on my feet to test how my tits would giggle, I have to admit, I liked it. I'm sure I was displaying as much of a camel toe as Gwen, but I loved the way the pants hugged my ass and they were just soooo comfortable that it didn't matter.

A couple of minutes later a young redhead appeared at the door. She was dressed similarly and had three yoga mats under her arm. Gwen introduced her as Stacey. Like Beth last night, she looked like she probably was under 21. Gwen apparently liked them young. It made me wonder, at least fleetingly, why she chose me. Mistress explained that Stacey was a professional yoga instructor and would be leading a private class for us. Stacey was even more delicious than Pedro, although I got the sense that she would be equally professional and that Gwen was really just treating us to a home spa day.

I have done yoga before, but like my limited massage experience, I was certainly not an expert and was way behind Gwen's level. Stacey took her time explaining the stretches and several times helped me get into the right position. I loved the feeling of her hands on my body. I also loved having her stretching in front of me just letting me be a voyeur enjoying her taught, young, athletic body. I began having impure thoughts about Stacey just like I had about Pedro. When Gwen has specified Pedro was gay, she didn't mention if Stacey liked girls or if she was strictly straight. Was it my imagination or when she helped position me, did her hands linger on me? When she helped me hold the proper angle on the downward dog, did she really have to hold my hips so firmly? I wasn't complaining, mind you. When she demonstrated the bridge pose I wanted to jump between her legs. But I said nothing.

This erotic dance, which I am sure was all in my head and not being reciprocated at all, went on for about half an hour. I know the purpose of yoga is inward focus, but I was clearly failing at that because I was focusing on Stacey. At the same time, I was in no way ignoring the viewing opportunity of seeing my Mistress contort herself. I would have been happy to continue all afternoon, but Bruce's arrival, along with a friend, signaled the end of our yoga class.

"Hi mom," he exclaimed. "The guys are coming over to watch college football, but Jeff and I wanted to take a quick swim to cool off before they got here."

"OK hon," Gwen replied. "We're just finishing up."

I still thought it was weird that Bruce addressed his step-mom just as mom since they were fucking. I knew it wasn't incest, but it still felt strange to me. Bruce and Jeff walked by us and headed to the bathroom, I assume to change. Stacey rolled up her mat and then headed to the bathroom herself. Gwen suggested we complete a couple more poses before we quit. I didn't really see the purpose since Stacey would want her mats back in a few moments, but I had pledged to follow Gwen's instructions, so I asked her what position she wanted to do first.

"Warrior," was her reply. That was an easy one. My mind was long past receiving the benefits of yoga today, but I was did as she requested. We held the position for about 20 seconds. I guess she was hurrying up.

"One more downward dog," Gwen called out as she dropped to her knees and then stretched her ass high in the air while balancing on her feet and hands.

Without thinking I followed her lead. When I heard the bathroom door opened I realized I had been set up. The yoga pants, which left little to the imagination, were stretched tightly across my butt. My butt was conveniently aimed at the men's bathroom where Bruce and Jeff were now exiting. Bruce walked by without making any comment. The same could not be said for Jeff who, every inappropriately in my opinion, ran his right hand across both my ass cheeks as he moved even with me. I was horrified at his forwardness. I would expect Bruce to do that because we had a history. But I didn't know this guy and here he was grabbing my ass. If that wasn't bad enough, he decided to comment.

"What a great piece of ass," he said as if it was completely normal to say that to a woman you had just met. I was ready to stand up and smack him. But then he slid his hand down between my legs and rubbed my very wet camel toe. My sharp intake of breath gave away my level of astonishment. "I missed this ass. I've been thinking about it non-stop since I fucked you. Did you miss me?"

I couldn't respond. I was in shock. This was obviously Bruce's friend who had fucked me while I was bound and blindfolded. Thankfully the question was rhetorical as Jeff began to laugh and joined Bruce heading out to the pool. My wrists gave way, unable to support me any longer and I crumpled to the floor. Stacey chose that moment to leave the woman's bathroom, oblivious to what had just transpired, although I think I might have had a wet spot on my pants that would have been visible if she looked between my legs.

Stacey thanked Gwen for the session and rolled up her other two mats. As she left, she would have seen the two-hunky guys chilling in the pool. She had no way of knowing our history or what they were really like. Heck, she might have stayed if she had known what they enjoyed. But she didn't. She walked by the pool and disappeared from view up the walkway. It was now time to wonder what Gwen had in mind. As it turned out, she claimed Bruce's presence was a coincidence and that she did not know he had planned to have friends over. I didn't buy her declaration of innocence, but she held firm. I decided to push the situation.

"So are we going to fuck them or what?" I asked. You may think it is impertinent for a slave to be so bold and you would be right. But today was my hall pass and we had been acting outside of a Dom/sub dynamic. Plus the party tonight promised more of the same, so I felt confident I wasn't too far out of bounds.

"I really wasn't planning that," Gwen continued denying that their arrival was anything but a happy accident. "Although it's not a bad idea. What if we hang out here until all his friends get here? We can then walk in on them in our yoga outfits and ask if they need and food or drinks. They'll go nuts seeing us dressed like this."

"They'll go nuts all right," I agreed. "But what if they go crazy?"

"Then we fuck them," my Mistress granted. "I wasn't planning on partying this afternoon, but Bruce has some cute friends, so who knows. Remember, you're on a hall pass so if you want to fuck one or more of them, go right ahead. I won't command you to do anything and if Bruce tries to do that, just tell him you are off duty."

"Will he accept that?" I asked.

"I've told him before, he isn't the final arbitrator, even if he thinks he has equal latitude to boss around my slaves. If he gives you any grief, I'll step in. I did tell him you had a hall pass today so anything that happens is up to you."

That sounded reasonable. I rather liked the idea of teasing Bruce's friends, especially after I had been teased so bad this week. The thought of getting them all hard and then leaving, maybe even taking a nap before tonight's party, was appealing. It had been a long time since I had the time to take a nap. I doubted my hall pass extended to permission for some self-love, but maybe I could work a deal with Gwen for permission to make myself cum.

Gwen and I retreated to the safety of the dungeon and locked the door. We sat on the bed and talked as if we were friends, not Mistress and slave, and waited until we heard the shower running in the men's bathroom. Gwen giggled and said, "Maybe we should go suck them off."

I replied, "No, better to leave their guns loaded if we are going to cock tease them and their friends."

OK, that was kind of a mean thought. But I was feeling frisky. We continued to chat for about a half hour after the showers turned off. We figured that was long enough for them to have settled in and his other friends to arrive. Gwen gave me a passionate kiss and the said, "Let's do this."

With that, we headed for the house. Our walk felt different. First off, I was walking next to my Mistress instead of alone or at best, behind her by a few feet. Second, while there was still a sexual component of why we were there, it was as equals. That was a decided change over every other time I made the trip to or from the pool house. Lest you think I thought that dynamic had changed permanently, I didn't. I was just enjoying my day off.

As Mistress had assumed, Bruce and his friends had settled in the living room to watch the game. We were able to observe unnoticed from the back of the room. The couch facing the TV had three guys I had never seen sitting on it as well as two other unknowns sitting in the big chairs that formed a U with the couch. Bruce and Jeff had pulled dinning room chairs from the table in and were sitting behind the couch. Bruce was the first to sense our presence. He turned his head and saw us standing there. He smiled. I assume he wasn't surprised that his step-mom would appear in such inappropriate attire. Bruce's movement caught Jeff's eye and he turned to look as well. His look was more predatory. Since he had grabbed my ass I figured he was more likely to be trouble. Or an opportunity, if I decided to play with him again. My ass clenched in memory of his cock.

Gwen took the lead walking into the room. I followed. She walked right up next to the TV and introduced herself as Bruce's mom to the boys she didn't know. I got the impression it was three of the seven, the three on the couch. She also introduced me as a friend who was staying with them for a while. She then asked Bruce if he had seen Stacey leave explaining that we had just had a yoga lesson. That sort of covered out clothing, although why we would not have changed before joining them seemed strange.

I asked if we could get them anything to drink or some chips. Beer was the resounding choice so Gwen and I walked back to the kitchen. I could feel their eyes watching our asses. Gwen was giggling again when we got to the privacy of the kitchen. "Did you see the looks on their faces?" she exclaimed, obviously happy with her plan to tease them. "That poor kid in the middle got a boner right away."

I got the tray out and put seven beers on it. It was a bit heavy to be steady so I took three off and told Gwen I would need to make two trips, smiling because that meant another chance for them to look at my butt. Gwen smiled too, although more mischievously, and said, "Let's give them something more to see."

She pushed me up against the counter and took my head in her left hand and began kissing me passionately. She knew what the affect of her action would be and when she took her right hand and pressed the crotch of my yoga pants against and then into my pussy, I knew she was trying to make a wet spot. She's a devious Mistress. I didn't want to see if it worked. I wasn't sure if my juices would show. I wanted to pretend I didn't notice if it was visible, and if it wasn't, why worry. Gwen grabbed a bag of chips and I took the first four beers. We walked bag into the living room. The guys were engrossed in the game again and not watching for us. I walked in front of them delivering the beers to the two guys in the chairs first. I stepped right in front of them. If my pants were showing the results of Gwen's hand and kisses, they wouldn't be able to miss it. The second guy looked up at me with a questioning look, but he didn't say anything. That excited me. I then gave the other two beers to the guys on the outside of the couch. I made sure to awkwardly slide by the kid in the middle who got the erection when we first came in. He seemed like the most nervous one, so of course, he had to get special attention. I made sure to spread my legs pulling my yoga pants even tighter across my pussy as I pretended to have trouble getting passed his legs and the table. For a moment I had a thought that I should fake trip and fall on him. I could have plastered his face with my breasts. But I didn't want to make our game too obvious. My last beer delivered, I told the kid, Bruce and Jeff that I would be right back with theirs. I snuck a peek at the kid's crotch on my way out and his hard-on was raging. It gave me pride to think that I inspired him.

Gwen moved by my to deliver the chips. I turned my head on the way back to the kitchen and saw her bending at the waist, like I had been instructed, to set the chips on the table. Although her crop top held her tits at bay and unexposed, I could see every male eye was focused on them instead of the TV. She didn't hold her position long, again pretending to be oblivious to the affect she was having on them. I turned my head forward when I saw her stand up. I was surprised when she didn't join me in the kitchen. I hoped she would rub my pussy again. Thinking of the thrill I had standing in front of the boys, I decided to rub it a bit myself. I found the yoga pants felt damp. I still didn't know if they showed a wet spot or if it was just from my heat, but when I touched myself I felt a shiver go through my body. Truth be known, it inspired me. I grabbed three more beers and put them on the tray.

When I returned to the living room, Gwen was sitting on the floor in front of the table. She was pretending to watch the game, I think, but she was also stretching as if she was cooling down from our yoga. I knew the truth about what she was doing. I watched as she laid down and I could see her chest heaving with each breath. The table probably blocked the guys on the couch from noticing, but from my standing position I could see her fine. The guys sitting the side chairs were also very interested in her. The guy on the right was focused on her breasts and the guy on the left had a great view between her legs. I decided it was up to me to amuse the other guests.

Bruce and Jeff had positioned their chairs so they were between the three guys on the couch. Delivering their beers was simple. Jeff put his hand on my ass again. I smiled at him. I liked they way his hand felt over the thin material of my pants. I didn't want to lose his touch so I bent over the back of the couch to deliver the third beer to the kid with the boner. I tried to make the move seem natural, but I failed. I should have just taken the beer in my hand and handed it to him. But I had been trained to use the tray, so I put my arms on either side of his head and leaned over him. In the process, I hit the right side of his face with my left boob. "Here's your beer," I told him. I couldn't see his reaction, but I bet he blushed. His friends started laughing. Jeff moved his hand between my legs. There was a flash flood in my pussy.

I didn't want Jeff to stop rubbing me, so I held that position. I asked the kid to put the tray on the table and I remained bent over the couch as if it was perfectly natural. When the kid leaned forward to put the tray down, my breast rubbed along his cheek. I bet he loved that. I had to move my hands to the back of the couch to make it look plausible why I was still bending over the couch. Secretly getting my pussy rubbed didn't seem like something I wanted to confess. I asked how the game was going, although I didn't really care. The kid I was hovering over didn't say a word, although as is the case whenever guys are watching football, the rest of them were quick to offer their expert analysis. Their pontification gave me and excuse to stay there pretending I was listening to them and didn't know what I was doing, although my yoga pants by now were exposing my need. I kind of wish Jeff and pulled them down and finger banged me, but he didn't. After a couple of minutes, Bruce asked if I could get another round of beers. I cheerfully said "Sure," and stood up. Jeff seemed disappointed, but not as much as I was. The kid leaned forward and grabbed my tray handing it to me. That was a disappointment. I wanted to walk in front of them and show them the mess Jeff made. Oh well. Maybe next round.

I followed the same pattern for round two. I wondered if the guys found it weird that I didn't serve their friend in the middle again. As I was walking back with the other three beers, I noticed Gwen was on her phone. She sounded irritated. What I heard was, "Are you serious?" and then "Yeah, I'll be right over, but you owe me." Then she stood up.

"Your dad's car won't start," she said to Bruce. "I have to go pick him up. I'll be back in about an hour." Bruce didn't seem too concerned. She also told me if she wasn't back by four (about two hours) for some reason, to start heating the oven to 350. I told her that was not a problem. She grabbed her purse and headed toward the garage without bothering to change. I had figured she was planning to get some action from Bruce's friends so she probably wanted to piss off Thomas by showing him what she had been wearing. I walked behind the couch again to deliver the beers. I gave Bruce and Jeff their bottles and then leaned back over the couch again. Once more my arms went around the nervous kid's head, but this time instead of "accidentally" grazing his head with my breast I just plopped them down on top of his head.

"Can you grab the tray again, sweetie?" I asked him. He did and then leaned forward to put it on the table. There was no way he could mistake my boobs sliding along his head as an accident. My ruse of asking about the game was already used so I tried to think of some reason to remain bent over so when he sat down he would rub my tits again. But Jeff made that impractical by grabbing my hips and pulling me down onto his lap. It wasn't playful either. As soon as I lost my balance when he pulled me he wrapped his arms around me and guided me firmly over his manhood. He when raised his hands cupping my breasts and used his index fingers to rub my nipples. This sudden intrusion was welcome, but still a surprise and apparently unnoticed by everyone but Bruce. He then paused long enough to lift the hemmed bottom of my crop top over my breasts before mauling them again. This time I squealed. That got the attention of the guys sitting in front of us.

"What the fuck are you doing?" exclaimed the guy in the chair to our left. I didn't get a read on him whether he said that in a "Stop doing that to her," way or a "Give me a piece," way. Jeff responded pretty much as I expected. "She's been teasing me sticking her tight ass in my face. I'm giving her what she wants."

Technically he was right on both counts, although what I really wanted involved pulling down my pants not just working my nips. The kid I had been teasing turned around. His head was level with my breasts. He looked stunned as if he had never seen a topless woman before. Jeff let go of my right breast and put his hand between my legs. I could swear the kid looked like he wanted to suckle me. Of course I would have let him.

Again the guy in the chair asked what was going on. This time Jeff replied, "I fucked her ass the other day. She loves this." Again he was right. As if to prove his statement, he slid his fingers under the waistband of my yoga pants. When he touched my clit, I moaned. "See," he said triumphantly. I didn't expect Bruce to save me, not that I wanted to be saved, but I wanted to try and remain somewhat in control. It was a plan that might have worked if Jeff's fingers were not hitting just the right spots and I wasn't so horny from the massage and yoga. I was a limp rag doll in his hands when he stood up and in the process bent me over the couch again.

"Somebody stick their dick in her mouth," Jeff announced and he pulled my pants over my ass. I started to protest, but the guy sitting on the left side of the couch (where Jeff had positioned me) was very quick getting his pants down and when I opened my mouth to speak, he slid his cock in. He also grabbed the back of my head to make sure I couldn't pull back. I couldn't work his dick very well in that position, but he relaxed his grip when Jeff starting fucking me. As good as that felt, I still wanted to remain in control of this situation. Being tied for Jeff and Bruce was one thing. Getting gangbanged by seven guys without a friend making sure things didn't get out of hand was another. Eventually after about a minute when couch guy 1 realized I wasn't fighting back, he released his hand on my head. That gave me an opportunity to lift my mouth off his cock. Not to worry, I grabbed it with my hand and started stroking it so he knew I wasn't giving up. I was also slamming my ass back on Jeff's steel hard cock taking my own pleasure so I doubt anybody thought this was about to end. Breathlessly, I managed to blurt out, "We need to establish some rules!" and to prove my point, I leaned forward while Jeff was on his backstroke so he plopped out of my pussy. I then move quickly to the right before he couldn't get back inside of me. The group looked angrily at me and I wondered if they thought I didn't want this to happen. Nothing could be further from the truth. I just want it to be on my terms.

"OK, boys," I began. "Here is how this is going to work. I am happy to blow all of you and you can all fuck my pussy if you want." One of the other guys asked why Jeff got to fuck my ass. "You can fuck it too if you want, but with some caveats. Thomas and Gwen are hosting a party tonight. So nobody just shoot your load trying to hit me and messing up the house. I don't have time to clean it. When you cum you shoot in my mouth, in my pussy or in my ass. I'm on the pill, so don't worry about giving me your spunk. Second, I don't do ass-to-mouth or ass-to-pussy. If you fuck my ass, you cum in my ass. If you want my ass and my pussy or mouth second, you wear a condom so your cock will stay clean. Finally, if you are going to fuck my ass, the order will be smallest to largest cock. Either agree with all these rules or I am leaving."

Of course they agreed, except nervous center kid. He claimed he had a girlfriend (the other guys laughed) and that he didn't want to cheat on her. I assumed it was because he was a virgin, but I didn't mind him dropping out. Six cocks was plenty for me. Heck it might have been too many. I asked Bruce if his mom had a stash of condoms assuming nobody would turn down my invitation to cum in my mouth. He said in the nightstand of the guest bedroom. He also said with a wink that she kept a compact video camera there. I asked nervous boy to retrieve them. At least he could be useful. The rest of the boys took their pants off to get ready. They were in various states of excitement. I took a quick poll of how many wanted my ass. I was disappointed it was only four, including Bruce and Jeff. I numbered them one to four based on their cock size. I also moved over to the front of the couch.

"Of you four, who wants to fuck my pussy too?"

All four volunteered.

"And should I assume all six of you want a blowjob?"

Some questions don't need to be asked. Nervous boy came back with a handful of condoms and the video camera. I felt bad for embarrassing him so I asked his name so I could be friendlier. It was Jimmy and he was the 19 year old little brother of Jay, another one of the boys who had been sitting on his right. Jay had not volunteered to fuck my ass. Being a gentleman must run in the family I snickered to myself.

"Alright boys, lets start with some head. Take turns and be nice," I told them. I backed up until I was next to the TV and then got down on my knees. At first the guys were good about sharing my mouth. I gave them two minutes each and then they had to sit down. But after the first round, they were getting restless to use my other holes. As was I. Not surprisingly, Bruce was the first to pull me back to the couch. He positioned me on my knees on the couch so I could give head to someone standing behind the couch while another boy fucked me. They really didn't want to take turns since Jay was the one pounding my pussy and he didn't want to give it up, but I told him I wanted to taste my own juices so to take a turn at my mouth. He seemed OK with that. Jeff took his place plowing my field and a couple of the guys I did get names for yet took up residence on either side of Jay so I could give them hand jobs. Jimmy seemed into documenting the action, although I still wanted to do something special for him.

One thing I quickly discovered was the boys didn't want to play nice together. There was way too much jealousy going on because they all wanted me to do what they wanted at the same time. Even though I had given directions about how things were going to work, I was too focused on my own pleasure from getting fucked to concentrate on running the show. It was really a buzz kill when they guys started yelling at each other or fighting over who got to fuck me next. I needed to reassert myself or this encounter just wasn't going to work. My first step was to spit out the cock in my mouth, drop the cocks in my hands and then twist away from the guy fucking me. I asked Bruce if he thought his parents would mind if I used the guest bedroom. He said as long as I changed the bedding when I was done, he thought it would be fine. I then picked the two anonymous guys who wanted my ass plus Jay and told them to follow me. I told Bruce, Jeff and the other guy to relax and watch the game until I was ready for them. The one guy I didn't know seemed upset, but Bruce told him to chill because I was worth the wait. I also told Jimmy to bring the camera.

Once inside the guest bedroom I told the guys to strip all the way down instead of just dropping their pants because it was going to get hot and sweaty. With only three guys and three waiting holes, things worked better. Just like when I was pincushioned before, I loved straddling one guy while another double penetrated my ass. Having a cock in my mouth at the same time was icing on the cake. With only two guys fighting over my ass, I had to make arrangements for Jay to get my pussy a little longer. Fortunately both my ass blasters didn't mind wearing condoms so I would suck them after they fucked me. We found a rhythm quickly and I was soon cumming my brains out, all captured by Jimmy for Thomas and Gwen to view later.

I have to give the boys credit. They held out amazingly long. Younger men usually cum quicker but have shorter recovery periods. Maybe it was because they kept switching holes or maybe just sharing a slut inspired them, but they gave me a good hammering for about twenty minutes. I came four times in quick succession after the first about ten minutes into the assault. The guy in my ass was the first to pop. I felt him pull out and was preparing to have them switch places again, when suddenly he rammed his cock back in and then spurted. Apparently he had pulled out just long enough to pull the condom off. I was OK with that. I love having my bowel blasted and made a hot sticky mess. His anal orgasm triggered the guy in my mouth. He grabbed my head and shot spurt after glorious spurt into my mouth.

Once ass guy pulled out, I started humping the guy in my snatch for all he was worth. It didn't take him more than 10 second to finally orgasm flooding my pussy with his glory. It was wonderful. I got a sweet load in all my holes and multiple orgasms for myself. And I was only half way done.

Team two, with Bruce and Jeff were more aggressive. That was one of the reasons I put the two of them together. They also spanked me for being such a bad girl before things really got started. They had their other friend (Larry I would learn) sit on the edge of the bed while I knelt on the floor and sucked his cock. I remember what Bruce had told him about me being worth the wait so I really tried to work him well. Then they started spanking me. Jeff took my left ass cheek and Bruce took the right. Bruce made sure Jimmy got the proper angle to show cum oozing out of my ass and pussy while I got spanked. They also made me confess to being a dirty whore and beg to be fucked again.

This time, inside of me straddling the guy in my pussy while my ass was fucked, they put me in a reverse cowgirl. Bruce took my ass first, without a condom. After a few good strokes, they leaned me back exposing my pussy for Larry to slide into. Jeff didn't bother trying to get in position for a blowjob. He just kept slapping my tits. I don't think Larry grasped that I was a bit of a pain slut and really loved having my tits hit, especially while Bruce's big cock stretched my ass. He was busy plowing my pussy and probably didn't notice much of what else was going on.

I was still on tilt from my first four-way of the night so my orgasms were flowing like water. This of course inspired the guys to fuck me even harder. Larry, it turned out, was quite a stallion. He gave me a wonderful pounding while Bruce pretty much just lay back and let his cock fill me. Given Larry's pace and the reverse cowgirl position, I don't think we could have found a good cadence had he tried to fuck me at the same time. Larry started making noises like he was nearing completion, so Jeff stopped slapping my tits and told Larry to pull out and hold it. I don't think he was too happy about stopping, but he did. Bruce then flipped me on my side and pulled out of my ass. Jeff quickly slid into position behind me while Bruce got up and walked around the bed kneeling down near my head. He put his cock near my mouth and said, "Suck."

I know I had put ass-to-mouth on my do not attempt list I had spelled out to the guys. But when the endorphins of seven or eight orgasms (I lost track) were coursing through your body, you do strange things. I opened right up and his slid his cock past my lips. And you know what? It wasn't that bad. Mostly I tasted a mix of lube and cum. It was a little salty and slightly bitter, but mostly it tasted like Bruce's familiar cock. Of course the nastiness of it along with Jeff ramming my ass again in a spooning position worked wonders on my libido. I didn't even think of Larry and his blue balls or I might have tried to give him at least a handy j to give him some relief.

Jeff was fucking me like he was not going to be deterred. He clearly wasn't worried about giving me another ATM. He wanted to give me an anal creampie and I was perfectly OK with that. Bruce pulled out of my mouth before cumming. I assume he wanted to fuck me again. His cock was clean so I wasn't worried about having him in my pussy if that was his choice. I was just waving Larry over for some head when Jeff screamed and unleashed a flood deep into my rectum. Oh it felt so good. He just shoved his cock all the way in and let if fly. He didn't try to fuck me through his orgasm. He just wanted his cum as deep inside of me as possible. Then he pulled out and hopped over me so I could clean his cock just like I had done to Bruce. This time I wasn't scared and I gladly did my duties.

Thus four of the six dicks were drained, although I was wondering if any of the first three were ready for seconds. Still Bruce and Larry needed relief so I was not done yet. Then there was still the matter of Jimmy. I still had not come up with a plan for him. I wasn't really thinking clearly at that moment. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to be DPed again. Fortunately Bruce was on the same wavelength. What surprised me was Larry had changed his mind and now wanted my ass. I guess he realized that a woman's backdoor wasn't as taboo as it once was and my willingness to suck a dick straight from my ass probably helped change his mind. Whatever the reason, he said he wanted to try it. I told him to lube up, even though Jeff's jizz was probably enough, I wanted Larry to have an easy time sliding home. Bruce then surprised me.

He rolled me onto my back and slid me toward the edge bed. He then impaled me on his cock burying it deep into my pussy. He first thrust took my breath away. He then told me to wrap my legs around him and to wrap my hands around his neck. I didn't realize his intentions until put his hands under my ass and lifted me into the air. I was like a rag doll skewered by his cock and lifted by his strong arms. He spun me around so my ass was facing Larry. "Here you go, bud," he told him. "Slide your cock into her."

This became my new favorite sexual position and I didn't know its name. When I was on my knees and DPed, the cock in my pussy was always alternating strokes with the cock in my ass. When one went in, the other went out, kind of liked an engine. While certainly pleasurable, this position with both cocks sliding in and out in tandem was better. Much better.

No chance to suck a dick at the same time was a limitation, but with Jeff on the sidelines having just cum, I was happy to have my mouth free to moan and scream to my lust's content. Bruce held me tightly and Larry did a wonderful job for his first time sodomizing a girl. The entire position became a single long orgasm for me. It was a series of mini-orgasms wracking my body punctuated by a soul shaking big orgasm about every 75 seconds. The guys were champions. I was really surprised Larry lasted as long as he did, about six minutes. I knew Bruce could hold out, but Larry had been so close before and my tight ass gripping his cock must have been tough for him to resist. But I was glad he did. Both Larry and Bruce shot at roughly the same time leaving me dripping cum out my holes and they both held me in a strange erotic embrace. My body was quivering and we just held each other, well the guys were both holding me not each other, until their cocks began to deflate and my body began to calm.

Larry pulled out first and then Bruce lowered me to the floor. Both stood in front of me obviously wanting me to clean their tools. It was a bit of a challenge since they were losing their erections, but a good cum slut knows it is her responsibility to clean her toys. I did Larry first because I know Bruce would take longer to shrink. After he was done, Larry started to dress. Jeff was already dressed and had just been a voyeur during the last fuck. Bruce soon joined them and the three of them walked back to the living room. Jimmy stayed behind shooting video of me sitting on the floor and trying to collect my thoughts until I told him to stop. I asked him to give me a minute and to go back to watch the end of the game. He just nodded. Then he said, "You are amazing," and turned to leave. As he was walking though the door one of the anonymous guys returned. His pants were on, but I could tell he was hard.

"Any chance for seconds?" he asked politely. Since he had been nice about it, I told him oral only. I was not surprised when that was acceptable. His cock was long enough that I could work it with my hand after I got it wet with saliva. I knew how to make a guy cum quickly when I wanted to by just sucking and licking the tip of his cock while mostly giving him a hand job. That technique worked here and I was rewarded with another load in my mouth after just a couple minutes. The guy thanked me, zipped up and left. I got off the floor and quickly changed the sheets. I couldn't do anything about the carpet where I was dripping cum, but I figured nobody wanted to look at this room under a black light so I didn't worry about it. It was in this moment of Zen as I was quickly remaking the room back to Mistress Gwen's specifications that I figured out what I could do for Jimmy.

As was the case yesterday when Thomas, Dean and Liz were done with me, I looked well used. I wasn't covered in cum this time as the guys had honored my request not to shoot their spunk all over the place, but I was leaking more than I expected and there was no mistaking my look for anything but fucked out piece of meat.

When I returned to the living room, naked and not cleaned up, the guys clapped for me. Jimmy was clutching the video camera like his life depended on it. I told him there was one more thing I wanted him to record. He jumped at the chance. He walked over to me and I told him I wanted him to record my "Walk of shame" back to the pool house before I showered. I'm not sure he comprehended what I meant by that term, but he understood what I wanted him to do. He stayed about six feet behind me with a wide shot and recorded me walking back to the pool house. When he got there I told him I wanted to do it again, but with him walking backwards in front of me so Gwen could edit the footage either way. That was really a lie as I figured she would just watch the tape. The truth was I loved the feeling of walking from the house naked and used. I also wanted Jimmy concentrating on me.

We had to go slower the second time as he was walking backwards. Apart from running off the path once though, he did a good job. I was starting to feel horny again and it was time to put part two of my reward plan in action. When we got to the pool house I asked him to go inside and video me walking through the door. He did so without asking questions. I then told him we were done and thanked him. I saw him turn the camera off and then he handed it to me. I put it on the couch, but remained standing in front of him blocking his exit.

"Tell me Jimmy," I asked him. "What was the real reason you didn't participate? Do you really have a girlfriend or are you a virgin?" That was my real guess, but I figured it was a sensitive subject so I didn't bring it up in front of his friends and brother. He looked embarrassed again. I told him there was no need to be embarrassed because everybody has a first time sometime. I then dropped to my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. He didn't say a word.

He didn't have the biggest dick in the world. Actually it was the smallest I'd seen today. I suppose that led to his insecurity around the other guys. But it got hard, like when he had first seen Gwen and me, and that was what mattered. I gave him a slow, loving blowjob. It wasn't the fast, hand job effort I gave the guy who came back for seconds. I really wanted his first time to be special so I gave him lots of suction and tongue. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his dick and he breathing quickly became ragged. I was worried he was going to pop way too soon. I wasn't worried about my own pleasure. I had enough orgasms for a week in the last hour. But I did want to pop his cherry. He was so sweet I didn't want him to worry about being out of high school having never known a woman.

I told him to take off his pants and sit on the couch. He immediately obeyed me. I kind of liked being able to boss him around, although I knew it wasn't a Domme/sub thing but an experienced/novice thing. Still I liked it. I climbed on top of him. I hovered my pussy over his cock and looked down at him asking if he was ready. He nodded. I put my left hand on the back of the couch to steady myself. I took my left hand and pulled his face against my breasts. Then I slid my pussy over his cock.

I just held him there for a moment letting him enjoy my warm sheath wrapped around his virgin cock. Then I began to slowly fuck myself on him. I took it easy. His brother I would have slammed. But I didn't want to scare him and I wanted to give him a chance to hold back for a while. I didn't want him to cum too quickly and hurt his ego. He was insecure enough without a premature ejaculation. He figured out on his own that he should suck my nipples. That was one big point in his favor. After a couple of minutes I started to speed up. He was starting to breath harder again so I slowed back down.

"I want to fuck you a little longer," I cooed in his ear. "Try not to cum just yet."

That was probably a bit unfair, but after the pounding I had just received, this slow bump and grind was kind of nice. Throw in some nipple play and I really didn't want it to end just yet. And it would not have if Gwen had not picked that moment to walk into the pool house. She was still wearing her yoga pants and crop top, although there was a definite wet spot in the front. Fortunately I think she understood the score with Jimmy and didn't yell or cause a scene. I could see her having done that to one of the other guys hoping to entice him into some anger sex. But with Jimmy, she just said, "It's about time." She must have known he was a virgin but for some reason had not cured him herself. I don't know if Jimmy was relieved that Gwen knew he was no longer in the V-club or it was the shock of being caught, but he busted his nut without warning deep into my pussy.

It took me a bit by surprised, especially the volume. I didn't cum again, but I was glad he had shot such a fine load. I didn't feel him softening, but I climbed off him anyway. It was getting late in the day and the party guests would soon be arriving. As I sung my leg over and dismounted, Gwen was quick to swoop in and take him in her mouth. I was a little disappointed because I was going to do that. But now Jimmy could brag he had his first three-way when he lost his virginity. Once he was clean, Gwen told me to sit back and she dove between my legs. That was certainly not the actions I had expected from my Mistress even if it was my hall pass day. She was doing a fine job cleaning Jimmy's cum from my cunt. He seemed confused what to do. I pointed at Gwen and told him to pull down her yoga pants and finger her pussy. She never missed a beat licking my pussy. I was soon on my way to another climax and unless I missed my mark, so was she from the fingering Jimmy was giving her.

I came first, but she was right behind me. We both shrieked in unison and Jimmy looked like a cat that caught the canary. After we calmed down I told him to lick his fingers clean and savor what a real woman tastes like. He did, but looked confused. "It tastes like my cum," he said. I looked down at Gwen as she looked up from my pussy. She had her mischievous smile on display.