Let The Game Begin - [P]

After squeezing out a large glob of the white cream onto the tips of her fingers and placing the tube on the top of the table, Darcina pulled one of Eric's buttocks to the side, exposing his brown-eye even more. He sucked in his breath when the cool gel made contact with his hot rectum. As she spread the lubricant around and over the tight rosebud, she told Eric, "I am glad that my father did not give me a hard time about asking to be excused. I remember when I was around nine years old, I had a friend over for lunch. My father was talking with her as we ate. You know, trying to be nice. In the middle of one of his sentences, I asked if we could be excused.He was furious! It's one of the few times I can remember him actually being angry with me."

Although Eric knew it was coming, when Darcina pushed her index finger into his sphincter, he grunted and briefly tensed up in reflex. But he willed himself to relax, knowing that would make it easier on him.

On the other table, Ramesh had his head turned in Eric's direction, watching what was happening. He figured the same would be done to him.

Withdrawing her finger from Eric's coal-chute, Darcina walked over to Ramesh. Lavella followed, carrying her own shopping bag. But instead of standing directly behind Ramesh who was on all-fours, Darcina stood to the side and motioned for her personal maid to take the position. Imitating her mistress, Lavella extracted her tube of cream and greased up Ramesh's butt. She hesitated when she held her forefinger to his tight anal ring, but Darcina said, "Go ahead. Shove it in."

Lavella nodded and applied pressure to Ramesh's crinkled star, gradually forcing it to yield to the intrusion.

"Oh, my gosh!" he gasped and tilted his head back. He was not in pain, just overcome by the strange sensations of having his asshole finger-fucked. Which was exactly what Lavella was doing, worming her finger around inside his anal canal, slowly rotating her wrist, as she had seen Darcina do. When Ramesh felt himself starting to harden from the unintentional prostate stimulation, he closed his eyes in humiliation.

Satisfied that Lavella had properly prepared Ramesh, Darcina returned to Eric. Rubbing some lubricant from the tube onto the dildo, she called over for Lavella to do the same. When they had finished, the girls placed the tips of their dildos between the boys' buns, touching their assholes. Calling to Lavella once more, she asked, "Ready to tap these hunks?"

The Troglyte maid nodded her head, a smile on her face and her dark eyes twinkling. Seeing that Darcina was steadying herself by resting her left forearm on the small of Eric's back and leaning forward, while grasping the dildo at the base to guide it, Lavella did the same. And when Darcina began to push forward, so did Lavella.

"Ugh . . . ughn," was Eric's response when he felt his back-door was slowly but steadily pried opened. His head hung down below his shoulders while more and more of that rubber cock was shoved up his ass. At the same time he was being penetrated, he was starting to harden. By the time the tall blonde had succeeded in burying her artificial prick all the way up his ass, he was fully erect. And taking deep breaths, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

Ramesh, on the other hand, was having a more difficult time of it. When Lavella had first pushed her hips forward, somewhat hesitantly, she found that the tightly closed ring of muscle would not yield. Looking towards her mistress, the expression on her face conveyed her confusion. Darcina nodded towards her maid, encouraging her to keep trying. Taking a deep breath, Lavella pushed again, gradually applying more pressure.

"Oh, gosh! . . . Oh, gosh!" Ramesh cried out as he was violated. "Aww... Awwk . . ."

Eric lifted his own head and looked over at the suffering security guard. "Try to relax," he called out. "When you tense up it just means she has to push harder."

With his mouth hanging open, Ramesh nodded and tried to do as advised. It probably helped, but he couldn't really tell the difference. When the cold O-ring touched his flesh and Lavella's pelvis pressed into his buttocks, Ramesh dropped down on his forearms, but remained on his knees with his ass sticking high in the air. "Oh, damn . . . damn . . ." he repeated between gasps for air.

"Oh, stop being such a sissy," Darcina yelled over to him. "Take it up the ass like a man!" Turning back to her partner, she said, "Right, Eric?" And she gave him a hard but playful swat on the rump before gripping his hips and starting to move slowly back and forth inside his anal passageway. Eric lifted his head, tilting it back and closing his eyes as the long-legged blonde sodomized him.

As she picked up speed, her hips bumping into his bottom soon had him rocking to and fro in rhythm with her thrusts. His cock was hard - rock hard - throbbing and pulsating as the soft rubber rod repeatedly pressed against his prostate.

Lavella, too, was plowing into her man-toy, plundering his asshole with hard, measured jabs. Unlike the taller blonde who was standing with her knees slightly flexed to achieve perfect alignment with her man's backside, the dark-haired maid was almost having to tiptoe.

For his part, Ramesh continued to moan and groan, clenching and relaxing his fists while the curvaceous maid buggered him. But the moans were not just from discomfort. He was starting to enjoy it. The whole situation. The female having the position of power, the wicked sense of humiliation at being violated, and, of course, the physical stimulation. To both the nerve ending in his anus and the massaging of his prostate.

Both men were leaking pre-cum, and leaking it prodigiously. Each had a puddle of the clear liquid on the wooden table-tops, directly under their firm, solid cocks. Cocks so hard that they felt like their skins would burst.

Suddenly Darcina took a full step backwards, her pink cock slipping from Eric's stretched out asshole, and said, "Move up farther on the table." He crawled forward on his hands and knees. "Farther," she said.

Once he was more or less situated in the center of the table, Darcina stepped up on it. The height of the table was only eighteen inches, so although it was a high step (standard 'rise' for stairs is between seven and seven-three-quarter inches), it was not an impossible one. Plus, Darcina was young and agile.

Watching her mistress changing her position, Lavella did the same. And although she, too, was young and agile, she was a bit shorter than Darcina so she had a little more difficulty. Regardless, both women were now squatting behind their naked men. The women's high-heel sandals were on the outside of the men's legs, slightly behind their knees. After applying a fresh coating of lube to those two anuses, the strap-on wearing beauties went back at it. Butt-fucking their boys fast and furious.

Lavella was gripping Ramesh around the waist, whereas Dracina was leaning forward, clutching Eric's broad shoulders. The lovely blonde pulled on those shoulders, using them to give her additional leverage in reaming out Eric's asshole.

Both men felt completely filled and completely controlled by the lunging, lurching, driving women. Eric's and Ramesh's balls were swinging like pendulums and their leaking erections twitched and jerked.

When she felt Eric starting to hunch back into her, shoving his ass towards her for even deeper, more intense penetration, Dracina giggled and looked towards Lavella. She yelled over, "Ready to put these bitch-boys out of their misery?"

Without waiting for an answer, Dracina released Eric's right shoulder and leaned further forward, flattening her breasts covered by her tunic against his back. Reaching under him, she grabbed his bouncing cock - all the while continuing to plunge back-and-forth within his tight anus - and started jerking it.

It did not take many jerks.

"ARRRRGHHHhhhh... . . ."Eric cried out, throwing his head back and arching his spine. Dracina seized a handful of his hair and pulled his face towards her, covering his mouth with a kiss, as his cock erupted in her rapidly pumping fist. His thick ropes of cum splattered against the wooden table-top, spewing out wildly in all directions as he climaxed.

The last few spurts were accompanied by shuddering of his lower back and thighs as he emptied out the last of his heavy load.

The same was happening on the other table, only Ramesh had arched his back forward so that his head was low and his ass was lifted. Lavella could not help laughing in triumph as she felt that cock in her hand convulsing, pulsating, spasming as internal muscular contractions deep inside his groin **** out glob after glob of thick, white sperm.

As the men calmed down, the women slowed, then stopped their manipulations of them. When Lavella and Dracina crawled backward off the table, Eric collapsed on his side and Ramesh fell forward onto his face. The women stood close together, giggling and whispering as they removed their strap-ons. The men just tried to catch their breath.

With everything back in the shopping bags (except the flip-flops), and the waists of their tunics re-belted, Dracina walked past Eric, pausing to bend down and kiss his lips. "Have fun?"

Eric nodded his head weakly, his eyes half-closed. Ramesh had rolled over on his back, still out of breath and staring at the ceiling, and Dracina tousled his red hair as she walked by him. Pausing for a moment, she asked, "Was it what you expected?"

She appeared upside down as he rolled his eyes back to look at her. "Oh . . ." he tried to speak, "Oh . . ." He needed time to process all that had happened, but at last he was able to blurt out the one thing he did know, "It was great."

When Lavella, following her mistress, filed past, she said formally and politely, "It was nice to have met you, Master Ramesh."

The women exited the 'game room', leaning their heads towards each other and resuming their whispering and soft giggling while the men drifted off to sleep.