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Then there was the time Brian's party was co-hosted by Vixen. Rachel was
visiting her mother, and I couldn't go with her because of my work, so I went to
the party alone. When we regulars gathered at Brian's big house on the hill, he
announced that we were going to have a toga party and that Vixen was going to
provide the entertainment. As there would be too many of us for the special
room downstairs, we would hold it in back, next to the swimming pool. Brian's
wife, Madeline, reminded us that usual rules applied: confidentiality, safe sex,
yell "elephant" to stop the action.
We were quite a crowd -- Brian and Madeline, of course, Aubra, who I think
might live there, Robert and "the horsewoman", Mike and Thalia, Clarice, the
voluptuous one, Julie and Iris, the formerly virginal school teachers. We all
undressed in the house and put on what might pass for a toga. (I know Roman
women didn't wear togas, but we weren't aiming for authenticity)Then we went out
back.
Brian's house is on a hill, and behind the house the hill was hollowed out
to form a sort of semi-circular amphitheater with the swimming pool where the
stage would have been. A windbreak of trees provided a sense of privacy. The
usual chairs and tables had been removed and replaced with mats and air
mattresses and pillows and cushions; the Romans partied reclining on couches.
It was a warm summer evening, not yet fully dark. Once we were settled in,
reclining on our cushions, there was a fanfare on the sound system, followed by
music,"Roman Carnival," I think. Four naked women slaves pranced into view,
drawing a light chariot (with bicycle wheels) which contained Vixen , costumed
as the goddess, Minerva, complete with spear. She had on a brassy breastplate
and a Roman soldier's helmet. Slung low on her hips was a diaphanous skirt
which did not conceal the dark triangle below the waistband. Behind her, led by
chains to collars, were her "dogs," four naked men who moved on their hands and
toes, asses in the air, tails wagging, as if they were quadrupeds. The chariot
circled the pool and stopped. Minerva dismounted, cracking a whip like an
animal trainer. The four women lined up in front of us, as if for inspection,
while the dogs huddled together on their knees, growling, while the whip cracked
over their heads.
I began to suspect that Minerva must be a professional dominatrix who used
Brian's house as a place to subjugate her "clients." Well, we weren't paying
for the show, so we might as well enjoy it. I was surprised when Julie covered
her face and fled from the garden, disappearing into the house. Madeline, our
hostess, went after her.
Well, the slaves weren't entirely naked. Each had cuffs on wrists and
ankles, the easier to apply bondage, and each wore scarves around her neck and
waist: blue, green, yellow, or red. Vixen introduced them to us as Red, Yellow,
Green and Blue, and informed us that they would serve food and drink and perform
any service we might ask of them. The "dogs" similarly had cuffs,collars, of
course, and a tail, identifying each: white, gray, brown, and black. The tails
were attached to butt plugs, one pressed into each anus. The dogs also had
their genitals covered with soft rubber replicas of penises and balls, rather
larger than life. It was quite obvious these served multiple purposes: to
prevent direct genital contact, providing for safe sex, to provide an enhanced
effect, should the rubber penis be introduced into a bodily orifice, and to keep
the dogs from experiencing sexual pleasure from such contact, at least to
prevent them from going soft at a critical moment.
I spent some time looking at the slaves. Blue was a trim lass, maybe
twenty, with a long face, a pony tail, nicely tapered legs, a slim waist, an ass
like a big apple, and breasts like apples, also. I could imagine her round ass
filling the seat of pair of slacks. Green was Asian-American, a doll-like
creature with a totally hairless body and small breasts, bait for pedophiles.
Yellow was tallish, with lots of dark hair, big jugs, broad hips, but not fat at
all. Her pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of a heart. I could imagine her
as the subject of a calendar picture, perhaps posed on a Harley. Red was older,
and it showed. I felt a little sorry for her, having to compete with three
stunners. Vixen ordered Blue, the perky one, to dance, and she did a jazzy
little go-go number, swinging her ass and bouncing her apples. Green, the
girlish one, did little more than strike a number of poses. She concluded by
pulling a string of pearls out of her cunt, which got a small round of applause.
Yellow went wild. I could believe she might work in a strip joint. The effect
was meretricious; there was no innocence there. Red did something that might
have qualified as "modern dance" in 1930. She ran around on tip-toe, arms out,
trailing her scarves.
The four slaves left the stage and Vixen exercised her performing dogs,
making them sit up and beg, roll over, play dead bug, fetch a rubber bone, that
sort of thing. The slave girls returned with trays of fruit, nuts, little
sandwiches, celery sticks, carrots, condoms. I took a little of everything.
Blue distributed metal goblets to us "guests". I noticed she wore a wedding
ring. Yellow followed, a big pitcher of wine in each hand, her biceps bulging.
I asked for fruit juice, and yellow told me to wait. Green, she of the
inconspicuous tits, had a jug of carbonated juice. As Green filled my goblet, I
asked, "What's your name?" "Green, master." "What is your occupation?" "I serve
Mistress Vixen." "What do you do when you are not serving your mistress?" "There
is nothing worth mentioning, except service to my goddess.""What can you do for
me, to pleasure me?" "Would you like me to lick your cock?" "How about I get off
by rubbing it between those beautiful tits of yours?" "You joke," she said,
smiling, and she moved along. I felt like a jerk for saying that.
Madeline returned and spoke to Vixen, giving four masks, without eye holes,
which Vixen put on the dogs, so they could not see. Then Julie came back. It
seems Julie had recognized that one of the dogs, Brown, was her school
principal; she didn't want him to recognize her. I noticed that Brown played
hard at being a dog, prowling around on hands and knees, sniffing other dogs'
tails. At one point, he managed to lick his own rubber penis. Another dog
whined at Vixen's feet. She lifted the hem of her skirt and let him put his
head under it, to sniff, but not to lick.
Vixen spoke to Brian, who got up and visited each of his guests, briefly
speaking. When he got to me, he said, "Brian, Vixen's slaves are more than just
waitresses. They want to be used, sexually. Do you understand? Help out, will
you?" I motioned to Blue, of the cute ass, and I pulled her down beside me on
the cushions. I just wanted to feel that little round ass. I stroked it and
squeezed it and hefted her globes with my hand. She asked if she might get more
comfortable, and of course I said yes. She switched ends, so we might have
played 69. I rolled her on her tummy and kissed her ass globes. She got her
fingers inside my toga and grabbed my cock. I moved my hand between her legs,
which she instantly spread, and I began to stroke her cunt, while I used her ass
as a pillow. Mike, whose wife, Thalia, is really thin, asked for Yellow.
He put Yellow on her back and climbed aboard, with a condom, of course. I could
tell Yellow wasn't quite ready; she nearly smothered Mike with her big jugs
while she discretely fingered herself. Mike could only be distracted so long.
He plunged his prick into her, ready or not, and pumped furiously. Yellow waved
her arms and cried out, but it was an act, I think. In thirty seconds it was
over, and Madeline was checking on the condom. It had borken, too much
friction, perhaps, so Madeline came up with a douche bag and insisted on
cleaning Yellow out. "It's a house rule, Yellow," she explained, "no
pregnancies, no infections, if we can possibly avoid it."
Evidently Vixen knew about Julie and Brown. She led the blindfolded dog
over to Julie. Julie, usually shy, threw off her toga and lay on her back.
Vixen handed Julie the leash and directed Brown's head to Julie's pubic bush.
He started to lap at her cunt. While Julie enjoyed making her boss eat her out,
Thalia asked Vixen for White, who, blindfolded, of course, was made to mount
Thalia and fuck her, doggie style. Unfortunately, White's rubber prick, about
ten inches long and two or three across, just wouldn't fit. Vixen and Madeline
helped, using some olive oil, and giving White directions. Mike, who was long
finished with Yellow, just watched, as his wife's cunt was stretched by a prick
he couldn't hope to compete with.
Robert had a turn with Yellow, and his date felt she had to do a Thalia to
put Robert in his place. She waited until she had Robert's attention and then
made him watch while Gray mounted her. After her horse ride at a previous
party, a doggie dick was no problem. In fact, she made Gray keep at it, on and
on, while Robert watched and listened to the slurping, burping sounds when the
pumping penis allowed air leaks. Rubber pricks don't go soft, but I'll bet
Gray's knees were sore before Robert's date let him quit shagging her. Gray was
probably happy to go back to Madeline to get his strap-on sanitized and sheathed
with a new condom.
Iris, whom I had deflowered, invited Green to come to her. Iris covered
them both with her toga, so I don't know the details, but they frolicked for a
long time. If Green in fact penetrated Iris, it must have been a very tight fit.
Meanwhile, Blue was mindlessly squeezing my prick as she had one orgasm
after another. My head bobbed, since I was resting it on her ass, and her ass
would go wild when she came. As I was reaching into her from behind, I couldn't
fill her vagina and give proper attention to her clit at the same time. She
mainly wanted to be filled, and when she was really loose and wet, I got my
whole hand into her and fist-fucked her. She bucked and screamed and was the
center of attention, until she was too exhausted to go on. I pulled my hand out,
rolled her on her back, kissed the apples on her chest, and left her to sleep it
off.
Clarice wanted my attention. She was all woman, but there was too much of
her for most men. She unwrapped a condom and rolled it down my shaft. She put
her toga on the grass and lay back, pleading with her eyes. Clarice is built so
that, if I tried the missionary position, it would be hard to get more than half
in, so, as I warmed her up with a finger, I tried to arrange her so I could get
all the way in. I lay on my side, crossing the T, and straddled one of her
cushionny thighs. We got her other knee up, over my waist. Then I thrust home.
"Oh, my, that's good," she said, as she urged me deeper with her foot on my
back. It may have been a "mercy fuck," but it felt good, and having an
appreciative partner turns me on. Result: I came too soon, and while Clarice
didn't complain when I slipped out, I was pretty sure she hadn't come. Well,
the gentlemanly thing to do is to see one's partner satisfied. I had her lift
both knees, and I plunged into that canyon of thighs and applied my tongue where
it would do the most good. Clarice loved it, and boxed my ears with her pillowy
thighs as she writhed in orgasmic ecstasy. That little job finished, I went
back to being a spectator.
By now it was dark, but the underwater lights of the pool were on, and
someone had set up flaming torches on poles, which gave the place a hellish
appearance. Vixen recalled her dogs to service Yellow. (Julie didn't object to
losing Brown, as she was, like , gone, wasted, spent) Yellow, who should have
been on a calendar, stood with four "dogs" around her, panting and howling at
her, as if she were a beef steak hung just out of reach. Red, the older slave
who didn't seem to be much in demand, helped Yellow by applying oil to her body.
Yellow massaged her own oiled breasts, which gleamed in the torchlight. Red
rubbed oil on Yellow's ass, and oiled her cunt, too. One of the dogs crept up
behind Yellow and slipped his rubber penis between her lower cheeks, worming his
way into her anus. With Red's help, they got the dog on his back, with Yellow
on her back on top of him. We spectators could look right up between Yellow's
legs, see her distended ass hole full of bigger- than-life cock. I wouldn't
have thought any woman could take something that size up her ass, but, you learn
something new every day. Two other dogs got down on their knees either side of
Yellow, and each dog went to work on a tit, licking, sucking, chewing, even.
Red got down and began French kissing Yellow, while the last dog covered her
belly and steered his huge rubber dong into Yellow's cunt, more or less
missionary style. With about ten inches of penis, and competing with the prick
in her ass, the fucker couldn't put it all into her, which meant he was high
enough off her cunt that we could all watch the action as the thing slid in and
out. Her stretched inner labia would cling to the wet penis as he withdrew,
then disappear as he plunged into her. Yellow held up pretty well, wriggling
with apparent pleasure as she was fucked fore and aft simultaneously, but there
came a point where she was just plain worn out. Red got up. The titsuckers
quit. The dog on top pulled out, leaving a flaccid, gaping cunt without enough
muscle tone to close its mouth. Last, Yellow rolled on her side, and the
underdog pulled out of her ass.
It seems Yellow's poop chute hadn't been properly emptied, and the
underdog's tool was smeared with shit. Julie spoke to Vixen, and Vixen made
Brown lick the prick clean. I think Julie got off just watching that.
Iris touched my shoulder. I looked up and saw she had Green with her.
"Howard," said Iris, "Green hasn't been fucked yet. Would you be a good boy and
service her?" Iris held out a condom. Green went down on my prick and had it
standing tall in seconds. I lifted her head up and kissed her lips, then looked
into those black, almond-shaped eyes. She pursed her lips for a kiss. Since I
had made fun of her little tits, I felt I should give them extra attention. As
they say, anything more than a mouthful is a waste. However, after a few
minutes, Iris touched me again and said, "Howard, it isn't her tits that need
attention. She needs fucking." Iris helped me lay Green on her back on a
mattress, and Iris applied the condom. Without further delay I steered the end
of my prick between the neat little lips of Green's lower mouth. She was ready
enough, wet enough, but she was tight. Slipping into her felt great, better
than butt-fucking because I could feel the pressure all the way down the shaft
of my penis, not just at the entrance, as it would have been if I had fucked her
ass. "How's it going, Green?" I said. "Do I please you, master?" she replied.
"Don't worry; she loves it," said Iris, who was holding Green's hand. "Now, fuck
her hard." I did, pumping away on the delicate woman's body, stretching her love
tunnel and loving every second. She was tight, tighter than my wife, and it felt
great. Green's nipples burst out, and she gleamed with sweat as she came,
squeezing my tool so deliciously that I couldn't help coming. It felt like
every nerve in my penis was full on, until I deposited my load and withdrew.
Iris whipped off the soggy condom and licked me clean, which was a very nice
desert. Green curled up in a fetal position and rested.
I propped up some pillows so I could sit with my back against them and
watch the show. Iris came over and sat on my lap. She put her arms around me
and rested her head on my shoulder. I slipped my hand between her legs and put
my thumb inside her. She seemed to like that.
Yellow was fucked to exhaustion, and Green had curled up and was resting,
but Vixen had picked on Blue, the perky one with a pony tail, to be the next
entertainment. They had her on her back, where the torches provided good light,
and Red held Blue's hands above her head, while a dog held Blue's legs straight
and apart. Her scarves had been removed. Vixen poured maple flavored syrup all
over Blue, from her chin to her ankles, and set the remaining three dogs on her.
On all fours, the dogs lapped up the syrup, which tickled Blue into
uncontrollable wriggles, squirming as much as she could, stretched out as she
was. When they had licked her clean, Vixen poured more syrup, making blue's
apple-like breasts look like candied apples and soaking her pubic hair. Again,
the dogs licked her clean, and she was by this time mewling and sobbing and
pleading for them to stop. One of the dogs took Red's place, holding the hands,
while Red did a solo number on Blue's resyrupped cunt. Blue rocked her hips and
seemed to be coming, time after time. That pretty much did in Blue, and they
left her there to rest.
Robert, I think, was fucking Madeline in the shadows. Brian and Aubra were
nowhere to be seen. Vixen washed off the dogs' rubber pricks in preparation for
the next act.
Red was the only one of the slave girls still able to stand, and Vixen
subjected her to the same sandwich treatment Yellow had received. One dog had
his huge dong up her ass, and another was in her cunt, and the other two worked
on Red's top half. She seemed to go into sensory overload, lost her mind, and
was fucked senseless. When the dogs were done with her, Vixen rolled her over
and stuffed a huge butt plug into Red's tortured ass hole. She had the dogs
hold Red upright, while Vixen fitted tight, black rubber panties on Red, who was
beyond resisting. A rubber penis was molded into the crotch of the panties.
Vixen turned the hollow penis inside out, forcing it into Red's gaping cunt.
They pulled Red's wrists behind her back and chained the cuffs together. Vixen
came up with a rubber bra and put it on red. The nipple area had been cut out,
so half of Red's breasts squeezed out when Vixen tightened the rubber,
compressing Red's tits. Vixen used spring clamps to hang tassels on Red's
nipples. Then they sat Red astride the diving board, for all to see,
illuminated by the lights in the pool. By now, Red was recovering; she could
sit upright. Her knees were held apart by the diving board. Vixen shoved a
vibrator into the hollow penis of the rubber pants and turned it on. I don't
know if that was cruelty or not,but Red sat there moaning and crying out
incomprehensible syllables, as if she couldn't stand the sexual overload.
Somehow, of course, she did stand it, and I suppose she enjoyed it. A woman
like Red, older and less attractive than the other slaves, probably has long
periods of sexual neglect. Vixen was giving her a month's worth of fucking in
one night.
I had figured the women were pretty much used up, but Clarice presented
herself to Vixen. There was no way, given Clarice's build, that it was
practical to sandwich her, but Vixen put a vibrator in Clarice's back channel
and had one of the dogs fuck her in the front, while the other dogs lapped syrup
off Clarice's huge breasts. Her nipples, as I might have mentioned, were like
thumbs, and the dogs took them into their mouths and acted like they were
sucking penises. I'll bet Clarice had never had a session like that in her
life, and she seemed to love it.
Red fell off the diving board into the deep end of the pool and had to be
rescued, which meant that Clarice was relieved of the dogs' attention. Iris, on
my lap, had one last orgasm from my finger fucking, and climbed off me, giving
me a good-bye kiss before heading for the house.
Vixen clapped her hands to have her slaves fall in at attention in a line.
Then she rewarded each of her faithful dogs by letting him lap at her cunt a few
times. The party was over, and Vixen directed her slaves and dogs as they
loaded the chariot into Vixen's big van and they dressed to go.
When I went into the house, Julie, who lives with Iris, stopped me before I
got dressed. She fondled my prick and demanded equal treatment. I grabbed a
condom from a candy dish (they are all over the house) and sat her on my lap.
When she had got me stiff again, I invited her to sit closer and ride my prick,
which she did, enthusiastically. I had only planned on a quickie, but my prod
stayed up quite a while, and Julie had a ball with it, bouncing up and own and
giggling. By the time I finally ejaculated, Brian and Madeline were dressed,
well, covered, with dressing gowns, and all the other guests had left, except
for Iris, who had waited for Julie and egged her on with comments like, "Come
on, it's late. Squeeze his prick and get him off."
Everything considered, it was a memorable toga party.
