The Homecoming, Part 2 - [P]

After Lavella had used Ramesh's face to get off on, she strapped on her harness with the dildo and the two women went behind the men to lube them up. While squatting down facing Eric's exposed and **** anus, not only did Darcina smear the gel between his buns and also probe up inside his back passage with her finger, she additionally reached in between his legs to tug on his dick a few times. Although he had not been hard when initially bound to his 'horse', the sight of two naked women combined with seeing his friend eating out one of them, had given him a hard-on.

Lavella, on the other hand, concentrated on just prepping Ramesh's tight pucker, for there was a pool, a rather large pool, of clear liquid directly beneath his throbbing, downward pointing cock. In his high state of arousal, he had been steadily leaking pre-cum. Lavella feared that if she so much as touched his pecker, it would erupt. And she did not want that. Not yet, anyway.

Standing up at virtually the same time, the two young women coated their rubber cocks with the lube. However, when Lavella placed the rounded end of her dick against Ramesh's brown star, Darcina announced, "Wait a minute! I have an idea."

All eyes turned to her. Making a stirring motion with her index finger between the two BOBs (Bent Over Boyfriend), the daughter of the High Advisor said, "Let's switch."

Lavella fully understood what Darcina was saying, but she nonetheless had a confused look on her face. Was she serious?

"Come on over here," Darcina waved to Lavella. "You sodomize Master Eric and I'll bugger Ramesh."

The females quickly changed places, tittering as they did so, while the flustered men stared at each other across the six feet of space separating them. Neither man said anything. Even if they wanted to complain, they were in no position to do so. Literally. Their limbs were securely bound and their backsides exposed. The two nude women could do anything they wanted to them.

Lavella planted her sandaled feet behind Eric, spreading them apart for better balance, and nestled her dildo between his oily buttocks. His 'buttered buns', so to speak. During this and their last ordeal, the men had tried to avoid making eye-contact. Had tried to avoid even looking at each other. Both would have been more comfortable having the act performed on them in a one-on-one situation. But now, Ramesh had his head twisted back, his neck craned, staring at the woman he had grown attached to, getting ready to butt-fuck another man. He felt a twinge of jealousy, maybe even a little betrayed.

"OH, GEEZE!" Ramesh cried out. He had been so focused on the other couple that Darcina's push into him took him by surprise. Yes, he had felt her fake dick touching his greasy brown-eye and he had felt one hand on his hip, but he had been so absorbed by what was going on with Lavella and Eric, that what Darcina had been doing had not registered.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Darcina said, stopping in mid-stroke. "I thought by now that you would be used to it."

"No, no," Ramesh replied, facing forward once more. "I'm fine. I just wasn't paying attention." He could hear the grunts and groans of Eric and the gasps and chuckling of Lavella. "Go ahead," he said to Darcina, "Fuck me. Fuck my ass," he wiggled his hips, "Fuck me up the ass, Darcina!"

And so, the Homecoming Party became a Pegging Fiesta. Huffing and puffings. Flesh slamming against flesh. Oily squishing. The women rocked their hips back and forth, plunging their dildos to and fro within the two bound men. Exerting their control over them. Lavella stood on her tip-toes; Darcina's knees were bent. A difference in height between the two. Periodically Darcina would toss her head, her blonde hair waving. Both women's bare breasts bounced and jiggled, a thin sheen of perspiration from their exertions glistening.

The men snorted and growled, clenched and relaxed their fists, pulled against their chains as they were plowed into. Those rubber cocks splitting them open. The constant stimulation to their prostates had them both oozing copious amount of pre-.

"Darcina," Ramesh said in alarm. "I . . . I think I'm about to cum."

He had heard of prostate milking, of course, but he had never experienced one. And he was not about to have one then. Darcina quickly dropped her torso onto his back and shot her hand around to grab that throbbing, needful cock. Pumping it furiously as she continued to ravage his stretched out asshole.

"ARRRRRGH!" Ramesh cried out, stomping his feet with the limited amount of movement his ankle-cuffs permitted, his body shaking, his head thrown back.

Lavella stopped her own activity, pausing to watch the rapid, powerful spurts of Ramesh's ejaculating cock. His sperm shot out with such ****, one could hear the globs of hot cum splatter onto the concrete floor. The tall blonde did not stop her handjobbing action until the red-headed man under her had totally spent himself. Had emptied his nuts. Had finished his orgasm.

"Wow!" Lavella gasped, visibly impressed by such a display. "He came a lot, didn't he Mistress? I mean . . . an awful lot!"

Darcina slid her dildo out of Ramesh's gaping anus and peered around under him, studying the shimmering pool of white spunk. Smiling over at her Personal Maid, she said, "That he did." Then she nodded towards the heavily breathing Eric. "Why don't you see how much you can make Eric spill?"

Despite the discomfort of a foreign object up his ass, Eric had to chuckle. Even with another female butt-fucking him, Darcina still controlled his orgasm.

But his chuckling immediately turned into grunts and moans as Lavella resumed pegging him, only faster and harder this time. He first felt the hard nipples of the dark-haired girl pressing into his back, followed by her soft breasts flattening against him, and finally her delicate hand curling around his rigid boner. As she pumped both her hips and fist, Eric also bucked beneath her. The combination of those three motions proved too much for him and with moans bordering on whimpering, he busted his nut. His dick twitching and jerking inside Lavella's clasp.

He knew that Ramesh was probably watching him spew out his load, but he couldn't be concerned by that. All that mattered was getting his release.

A few seconds later, he stuttered out, "O . . . O.K., La-Lavella . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . d-d-done."

After the women had released the men, accompanied by gentle stroking and kissing, everyone got cleaned off and dressed. Both men's muscles were stiff and their assholes were quite sore. But they knew from past experience that their bodies would be back to normal in a day or two.

"That was a nice party, wasn't it?" Darcina asked as she stood with her breasts pressing against Eric's chest, her arms wrapped around him. Ramesh had his arm draped over Lavella's shoulders.

"Even if it was impromptu," Darcina added. "Next time we'll have to have the kitchen staff prepare refreshments."

There was polite laughter from the others. The women were still revved up from the excitement whereas the men were exhausted. Darcina could sense their fatigue and said to Lavella, "I know house-Trogs are not supposed to be on Sky People's floors unless they are working, but I think we can make an exception once in awhile. Why don't you sleep in Master Ramesh's room tonight?"

The Personal Maid looked thrilled at the suggestion, but Eric's face became serious. Solemn. "We won't be staying here tonight, Darcina," he said to her. "The Captain wants us back onboard by 0400 Hours. That's four A.M." He flicked his wrist. "It's almost midnight now and we have to pack up Doctor Boyce's and Commissioner Anderson's possessions. The 5-EX leaves tomorrow morning."

Darcina's reaction was to take a step back, her hands going to cradle her cheeks, her eyes tearing up. Lavella hid her face by burying it in Ramesh's chest.