♥ Bathtime Butt - Welcome party Finale ♥

The orgy was back in full swing by the time Dustin half-stumbled through to the baths with Rye and Trea’k tugging firmly on each of his hands as Emely giggled behind him. Meli had already made her way through, and now lounged in the water contentedly while stroking Aricia’s hair. The movement of the Lieviran’s hand under the water indicated that her hair was not the only thing being stroked, and for a moment Dustin was almost tempted to go and join them before the women leading him in paused.

“Sooo, Dusty,” Rye began, grinning at him as she ran a finger down his chest. “Both Treacle and me kinda sorta want to have some fun with ya, and we’re getting pretty short on time after all that stuff in the showers. Not that anyone was complaining, but if we’re gonna leave enough time for Emmz’s big finale, we probably only got time for our little interludes if they’re quick. So, who do you want to stuff first?”

Trea’k frowned, shaking her head. “Stuff is such a vulgar term, Rye. Even if we are both considering that particular act, referring to it a little more elegantly…”

Rye cut her off, waving for the Vex’ess to move behind Dustin. “You just lost the right to go first, Treacle. Fi-oh, come here! Seriously, Treeks, trying to be all polite when we’re talking about letting Dustin up our backdoors is a bit much, even for you.”

Defia joined them at that point. Dustin raised an eyebrow at Rye. “Fi-oh?” He asked, as the rogue Fractal slid effortlessly alongside the Rabyth while the Vex’ess envoy stepped to one side, beckoning for Emely to join her in whatever intimate act she planned to occupy her time with until Dustin was free again.

The bunny girl shrugged. “It’s a bit more nerdy than my usual, Dusty. Fi, because De-Fi-Ah. And oh, because then it sounds kinda like I-O, input-output… it’s a computer thing.” Seeing him facepalm, the blonde shrugged. “I never said all my nicknames were good nicknames.”

“Statement. Fi-oh is a delightful additional designation. Inquiry. I understand you wish to allow Dustin to penetrate your secondary orifice. I have analysed one thousand, nine hundred and seven potential configurations, based on my studies into human reproduction. How do you want me?” Defia’s sing-song tones cut through Dustin’s cringing at Rye’s choice of nickname for their synthetic lover, and he glanced up.

Rye was busily uncapping a bottle of lube. “Ya lie down, Fi-oh, and then we sixty-nine. I trust ya looked up that in all that studying. Meanwhile, Dusty… ya know what I like. Go slow, take it easy, and make me feel good. I know ya can do that.” With that, she got down on all fours above the rogue Fractal, Defia having dropped the instant Rye had asked her to lie down, and then proceeded to pull a face as she squirted rather a lot of the lube inside herself.

Taking the bottle off of her as Rye leaned forward between Defia’s thighs, Dustin poured yet more of it over his fingers and cock before reaching out to slowly trace a fingertip around the bunny girl’s asshole. The shiver that went up Rye’s body at his touch turned his already stiff cock painfully hard, although Rye’s reaction was probably at least partly due to the synthetic woman’s tongue lapping at the Rabyth’s sex.

Carefully, slowly, he teased Rye open, his golden-haired lover making appreciative noises as she continued her oral ministrations on the void-black woman beneath her. The only pause to their sixty-nine came when Dustin decided Rye was ready and pressed his cock against her tight hole. Rye’s head whipped up, a throaty moan escaping her lips as she wiggled back, taking the tip of his cock faster than he’d planned. “Stop ahh… stop teasin’ me Dusty and fuck me okay?” the bunny girl insisted, before letting her head drop forward again as he thrust inside, her cries of pleasure muffled by the dark thighs that bracketed her face.

Rye was as tight as he remembered from those rare occasions she’d let him take her ass. It wasn’t that she hated anal - she loved it, as evidenced by the gasping, panting cries coming from her lips as she struggled to retain enough composure to eat Defia out while the rogue Fractal returned the favour. It was just that unlike say Emely who would be up for anything Dustin fancied, Rye had to be in the right mood to take him there.

Red eyes gazed up at Dustin from beneath Rye as he glanced down while pulling back - the look of lust and delight on Defia’s face only adding to the pleasure as he sank back into Rye’s backside. The feeling of a tongue flickering onto his balls as his thrusts into Rye’s rear made them slap against the Rabyth’s cunt a moment later caused his toes to curl.

It wasn’t just Dustin that was being overwhelmed by the threesome. Defia’s hands were wrapped around Rye’s body, and from where he was above the two women Dustin could see that she was already struggling to maintain full cohesion. The tremors running through Rye’s backside and the moans emerging from between Defia’s thighs were also rising in magnitude; the bunny woman was clearly equally close.

Close though she might have been, Rye wasn’t without a few tricks. Dustin’s shaft slid almost fully out of her when he withdrew - but when he pushed back in, her powerful legs tensed either side of Defia’s head, her asscheeks gripping him and making every inch he pushed into her backside a pleasurable struggle. Finally bottoming out, he half-slumped over her, panting as he tried to fight back the urge to just fill his bunny.

As if sensing his impending orgasm, Rye relaxed her vice-like grip, returning her focus to the woman in front of her. Defia’s squeak vibrated through to Dustin’s cock as he pulled back out to resume his rutting of his love.

To everyone’s surprise, it was Defia who came first - her arms slipping away from Rye’s body as she once again lost the ability to maintain her form. A moment later, her withdrawal tipped Dustin and Rye over the edge - the rogue Fractal had apparently done the extending tongue trick again, and as she dropped back panting she lost control of that precise instrument. The length coiled and bunched inside Rye’s cunt as it withdrew, the sensation through her inner walls being just too much for Dustin, while the combination of the rippling pulsing fullness coupled with the heat of Dustin’s release flooding her pushed the bunny girl into her own climax.

Dustin sat back gingerly, doing his best to help Rye avoid falling directly on the void-black puddle that was Defia as they caught their breath. One rather shakily formed hand emerged from the pool, giving a thumbs up before the entire mass slid neatly over the side of the bath and into the water. Rye watched the other woman go and giggled, high on endorphins. “Ya know, I should probably clean up too… maybe not in the same pool as everyone else tho.”

A voice beside them drew the pair’s attention. “You certainly should clean up. I have brought us all some cleansing cloth from the automat, as I hope I will shortly need to do the same.” Leaning back, Dustin’s vision was obscured by the underside of two massive breasts, his head lightly banging into chitin as he rested it against Trea’k’s body.

“Thanks a bunch, Treacle,” Rye said, taking two of the offered cloths before dropping one rather accurately on Dustin’s crotch. “Ya heard the lady, Dusty. Clean up so ya can let our lovebug have her fun.”

Dustin sat a little way from the baths, looking up at Trea’k’s long rear. He’d expected to have to stand for what was probably going to be the last fuck of the orgy besides whatever Emely had planned for the finale - but instead, as soon as he had finished cleaning, his insectoid lover had practically dragged him over to between some of the plants that surrounded the baths and had him sit with his back to the wall, looking out over all their other partners like some debauched king.

Trea’k walked slowly backwards, her rear legs moving either side of Dustin until he could crane his neck up and kiss her egg-duct. He didn’t - while they’d experimented before, he knew she was sensitive there, and somewhat temperamental about whether she wanted it played with or not - and besides, as soon as her legs were in position the insectoid dropped them, lowering her rear directly onto his cock.

Her accuracy was incredible - from head height, her body flexed neatly so that by the time she was half in his lap her backdoor pressed firmly against his cockhead. Lube dripped from her rear entrance; it felt like she’d upended more than one bottle into herself in the time he’d spent with Rye, and a moment later she completed her descent.

Trea’k’s moan was so loud as she took him to the base in a single motion that it drew the attention of more than one of the other women present, lesbian trysts pausing as the assembled harem stopped to watch the envoy slowly rise and fall on Dustin’s cock.

Dustin wanted nothing more than to help, to thrust up into that tightness that now engulfed him - but Trea’k had made her wants very clear. He was to sit and let her control everything. Even so, his willpower was only so good - as she descended yet again, his hand slid out to caress her back.

The Vex’ess’s reaction was near-instant. Before he could process what was happening, thick webbing flew from the woman’s body, her silken strands wrapping firm around his wrists and pining them to the floor beside him. Trea’k glanced back over her shoulder and frowned. “Stay still, please Dustin. I am endea… oh… oh yes… endeavouring to…”

What she was endeavouring to do, Dustin wouldn’t find out. The insect woman had marginally sped up during her binding of his arms, and it seemed that this was too much for her. Her ass clamped down on him as she slammed her backside into his crotch, her words trailing off into a clicking, whimpering cry of orgasm. One of the insect woman’s arms dipped rapidly between her front legs, the sound of fingers delving into sodden flesh loud in Dustin’s ears as Trea’k worked herself furiously, before her whimpers turned into a full throated scream.

For his part, Trea’k’s clenching, thrusting rear engulfed him, and if he hadn’t already climaxed so much he’d lost count Dustin would probably have lost it right there. As it was, he was still hard - albeit trembling on the edge - when Trea’k resumed her steady rise and fall, the tight ring rippling over his cock as she worked the pair of them towards one final release.

It was that ring that did it - the tight muscle gripping his shaft, Trea’k lifted a fraction too high and it rolled from shaft to cockhead. The sensation was too much. “Trea’k, fuck, I’m gonna…!” Dustin managed to pant, going almost cross-eyed as his thoughts narrowed to the signals coming from his cock. The insect woman reacted instantly - slamming her hips down and dragging her sphincter back to the base of his cock. As Dustin’s balls churned, her hand once more blurred - and the room was filled with the sound of the pair crying out in release together.

After Trea’k had freed him from her light bondage and they’d both cleaned up, Dustin had enjoyed a relaxing soak in the baths. The orgy had been amazing he felt, a worthy welcome to the three newcomers and he was sad that it was now over... Emely, it seemed, had other ideas. Walking back through to the bedroom while towelling his hair, he came to a halt in the doorway.

In front of him, ten backsides were raised in the air, ten sets of legs spread just wide enough that nothing was hidden from his gaze. Ten heads tilted back over ten shoulders, ten smiles on ten faces. Dustin looked along the line. “What…?” he began, before Emely coughed.

“You’ve fucked all of us bar one, Sir. Umm, the finale was supposed to be you running up and down the line and then picking where to cum - but I think she probably deserves it.” His submissive gestured to where Defia was waiting at one end of the row of bodies, the Fractal’s eyes fixated on Dustin’s cock.

Dustin was running practically on empty. Even with Rabyth saliva and all the advantages of Bleu’s medical care, there was only so many loads a human could fire in one day. Never the less, he would not leave any of his ladies unsatisfied if he could - and so he did as Emely suggested, sliding into one cunt after another, leaving each woman strumming their sexes as he moved on.

When he finally sank into Defia’s soft folds, it was to the sound of Emely’s orgasm. The Feliax woman had been at the front of the line, and so had been playing with herself more than any of the others. Defia it seemed was equally wound up. “St…st…statement. I do… fuck, do not believe… oh fuck… I cannot main-main-maintain…” Her body was already losing cohesion as Dustin’s hands closed on her hips. He too was close - taking on the sensation of ten different cunts one after the other was too much, far too much. As a chain reaction of cries extended down the line of women, he slammed home. Defia’s red eyes glowed so brightly they reflected off the mattress, her cunt clenching around him as she came in time with his release - before he found himself falling forward, all cohesion gone for the overwhelmed Fractal.

In the aftermath, Dustin lay surrounded by the bodies of his lovers. The air was full of the scents of sex, sweat and female satisfaction. Glancing to one side then the other, he let out a contented sigh. “That,” he said softly and to no-one in particular, “was one hell of a welcome party.”