P02E12

When we got home, it was well past midnight. Howard briefly fucked Marcy’s ass but didn’t shoot; then he gave her to me for the night.

We went up the stairs and into my bedroom. I suppose Howard expected me to fuck her, as a young man who had been witness to utmost debauchery while still fully loaded would, but I wasn’t in the mood for that at all. Instead, we lied down together and I just held her naked body in my arms, pulling her close to me in an embrace. The fact that I had plugged her before taking her in my arms, somehow pleased me. She would sleep with it, sleep, while the feeling of intrusion still lingered, as a self explanatory result of a simple impediment I had imposed on her. Howard hadn’t told her to wear it, I had. The thought felt deeply comforting.

“Do you know where Howard and I went tonight? “

“Yes. You were at Keirwick.”

“And do you know what happened there? “

“Not exactly. There was a girl, and there was a gang of 20 men who ravaged her. The flavor of the ravaging varies, but it certainly included lots of hard sex for her.”

“Have you been there? “

“Three times, as the main course. Many more as a waitress. “

“Tell me about the first time. “

“I was married for only a month when Howard brought me there. That’s unusually soon, but still Howard thought I was ready for it. I was nervous as hell, he had told me a bit about what would happen there, but somehow I overcame that and followed him. As a small consolation, he made me wear my chastity belt, as some kind of reassurance that those two holes would be safe. But the third one wasn’t. He led me into the dining room on a leash, into the center of that big, round table, and I kneeled there. Then the men came to me, one by one, standing above me and swaying their cocks in my face, expecting me to suck them. I was told that they would all come to me not once, but twice, and that each time a cock came to me, I must suck a shot from it. Then they dined, with me in the middle, in the jolly delicacy of watching me guzzle half a century of jizz loads from them all, standing up from their chairs one by one to deliver their charges to me.

“The first round was relatively easy. Most of them shot pretty easily, after a minute or two. They withdrew just before shooting, and flooded my face and my torso in an expanding spatter of jizz. Still, it took an hour and a half to suck the initial shot from everyone. It was exhausting, the muscles of my jaws screamed for rest, but they only gave me an applause and a 10 minute break. Then they just started the second round… and that’s when it got really hard. Men don’t lose their second load very easily, and most of these guys were aging so that made it even worse… I really had to work hard to suck every single shot from them. The spunk of the first round on my body was starting to dry up into a crust, while there was cheering whenever a fresh load of the second round was launched on top of it. My fatigue was expanding beyond the confines of my consciousness, yet the only way to get the result with these dicks was the deliverance of yet another enthusiastic blowjob, or they just wouldn’t cum. And I simply didn’t know how many I had left in me…”

Her story translated into images of the steamy scene inside my head without any trouble, the full scope of the debauchery setting my arousal on fire. The fact that the first person of the story was the cute girl I was holding in my arms made it even more appetizing. But I was also knackered of the long day, and my body just wanted to be lazy and comfortable. No matter how much her story fascinated me, I simply couldn’t keep my eyes open and took those images with me into my sleep, like a bedtime story, and an inspiration for my dreams.