Our Place in the Country, by Marianne
written by:
Marianne

Our Place in the Country, by Marianne

Initially, I really liked living in the dome on the roof of the hotel, but by mid-summer I started wanting a home of our own, preferably in the country. It so happened that Troy's family owned a one hundred fifty-acre farm within easy driving distance of the city. It had been leased to a farmer and his wife who were retiring to Florida after this harvest.

Troy took me to see the farm and house and I fell in love. It was a charming old brick structure with a huge front porch. It needed some cosmetic work, but was otherwise move in ready. About a hundred yards behind the house was a beautiful big barn.

Troy made a deal with his family and soon we were preparing to move in. The tenants said they'd be out by mid October so we set our move in date for November first.

Unbelievably, everything went exactly as planned. By November first the cosmetic repairs and changes were complete and we'd moved in the antique furniture I'd collected. I wanted antiques that were of or before the period of the house (1925). Troy was so helpful and supportive.

The taxi dancing at SloDancers was so successful we'd had to move it into the Ballroom on the weekends. We also added male taxi dancers which was a huge hit. Women came from miles, even hundreds of miles, to dance with our young (mostly) men. Now that it was running smoothly, Troy let me hire a manager and I just had to be there once or twice a week to keep things on track.

I still enjoyed dancing, however and Troy still enjoyed watching, although we hadn't had too many more adventures with other guys. Troy still loves banging the shit out of me after watching me get pawed by the customers. To tell the truth, I like it as much as he, not so much the pawing, but the banging afterward. There were a couple of adventures with some of the male dancers I'd hired, but that's another story.

Troy's favorite thing, however, is for me to strip for him. He loves it when I find various costumes to wear and then dance for him. To keep things fresh, I kept up my lessons with Marylyn although she said I was as good as any and better then most professionals. I turned down both the offers I'd received to strip publicly so Marylyn got the message and didn't try to set anything up anymore.

On our first night in our new home, I prepared a nice dinner and afterward we sat on the couch and enjoyed a romantic evening. Troy took me up to bed and treated me like an absolute princess. He was as tender and kind as ever, tending to my every sexual need.

"Tomorrow evening I have something special to show you so don't make any plans," he said, then he just gave me a sly grin and refused to even give me a hint as to what it was. I stayed awake half the night wondering what it could be.

The next day we went into work together. I met with my manager and Troy had his meetings to tend to. I was on pins and needles all day wondering what the "something special" was. At about three we went home. We had a light supper about six o'clock.

After supper, I cleaned up the kitchen. My heart was racing now wondering what craziness he'd cooked up. Finally he asked, "Well, are you ready?"

"Ready, you've been teasing me all day. I'm so ready I could pee my pants." I said.

That got a big laugh.

"Grab your jacket and come with me," he said. It was chilly outside just below freezing.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the barn."

"The barn! Did you buy a new horse or something," I said.

"Something like that," he replied with a laugh.

By the time we got to the barn I was freezing. The inside of the barn was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing.

"Walk ten paces straight ahead then stop and turn to your right," he said. I protested saying I'd trip and fall but he assured me it was safe so I did as he asked, as always. When I'd walked the ten paces and turned I said, "Okay." Suddenly the wall in front of me was bathed in light. A neon light above the double doors was a simple "L". On either side of the door were huge posters of me in various stripper costumes.

I was totally speechless. The doors were open, but I couldn't see anything beyond them.

"Step inside the doors one pace," he said. I complied without comment.

Suddenly the lights came on and there was a miniature strip club, complete with a stage and brass rails. I was in shock. There were about ten cocktail tables and seating for maybe twenty-five people. At several of the tables scarecrow people sat with happy expressions on their fabric faces. There was complete stage lighting and no doubt, a sound system.

"My God, Troy!" I said, "it's beautiful but this must have cost a fortune."

"Not really, must of it's leftover's from the hotel renovation. I worked along side the carpenters and electricians and saved a few bucks. There's more, let me show you." he said.

He took me back behind the stage to a room with a big yellow star on the door and a blue letter "L" in the center of the star. I opened the door to find a dressing room, complete with shower and a full rack of costumes. On the dresser next to the mirror was a collection of compact disks of stripping music.

"What's cool about those disks is that the club noises and applause is dubbed over the music so they simulate a real club. Marylyn got them for me. She uses them on slow nights to make the club seam more crowded." he said.

I couldn't believe it. "This is just too extravagant." I told him.

"Would you relax? Think of it this way, if we use it to entertain customers it becomes deductible." he laughed.

"I'm not stripping for your customers just so you can get a tax deduction." I protested.

"I would never even ask you to do such a thing," he said with a sly smile. "But should you ever change your mind..."

I hit him playfully and told him, "Get out. I have to get ready for my show."

He gave me a big hug and a kiss and started to leave. "Wait a second," I told him and I went through the disks until I found the piece I was looking for. It was the music for my harem slave girl routine. I handed him the disk and told him "number three." He smiled again and left, closing the door behind him.

I had decided on the slave girl because that was the first dance I'd ever done for Troy. It was also the first time he did me anally. I'd added a few moves that he hadn't seen yet. I'd also practiced on the pole at the club, but he'd never seen me use it. I don't know why, but I took a shower. I guess I just wanted to feel fresh. I sat naked at the makeup table and did my hair and stage makeup. Finally, I got the harem slave girl costume from the rack and dressed carefully. I took my time because I wanted to give Troy plenty of time for anticipation.

"Okay, I'm ready, start the music." I yelled out the door.

There's an entrance to the stage from the dressing room. I stood at that entrance and when the music started I stepped through the curtain and on to the stage and went right into my routine. It was uncanny as to how realistic it was for me. The stage lights made everything beyond the stage appear shadowy. I imagined the scarecrows seated at the table were real people. Until he moved, I couldn't tell which one was Troy. The background sounds of glasses clanking and people stirring did much to enhance the illusion of a large audience. It turned me on.

The first part of the dance was a graceful interpretive - no stripping- although I did incorporate some work at the pole. Then I started slowly removing the scarves and my outer clothing. I heard encouragement and catcalls from the floor. My pussy quivered as I laid on my back, feet in the air and removed my sheer pants.

Dressed in only my string bikini bottom and bra I spun on the bar again. I jumped high on the bar and wrapped one leg around the pole. When I'd completed the final spin I landed on my butt on the floor. I rolled on my back again and slowly removed my bikini bottoms, pausing at the knees. Finally, I took my bra off over my head as I stood up. I returned to the pole for one last spin and the music ended with me lying naked in a heap on the floor.

Troy rose up applauding and came to the front of the stage. "Magnificent! Now come here Laura," he said with an air of a military command. Dutifully, I slowly crawled to him on all fours. I saw him reach into his into his pocket and pull something out. As I approached I saw he was really agitated. The bulge in his pants and rapid shallow breathing suggested I should brace myself.

When I finally was within his grasp he grabbed my arm and literally dragged me to him and lifted me up like a rag doll. I'd never known him to be so strong, or aggressive. He stood me in front of a table and bent me over so that my upper body was face down. I felt a finger full of KY penetrate my butthole. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Next came the head of his eight-inch penis, coaxing its way in my back door. I reached down to touch my pussy just as his fingers found my hard swollen clit. He held my head against the table with one hand and massaged my pussy with the other while he slowly drove his dick into my willing ass. My brain spun as he fucked my ass and played with my dripping pussy until finally a I yelled "Ah...... shit that's good," and a wave of satisfaction washed over me.

Troy increased his assault. He fucked my ass harder and a little faster. At the same time, he took his hand off my head and grabbed my wrist. He pulled my arm up behind my back and held me down. His other hand continued its assault on my clit and before long I was dizzy again. This time I shouted loud "Yes Troy, fuck me hard!" while I again felt the wave wash over me.

Troy's breathing increased and his pounding became erratic. He gave a finally thrust that penetrated deep within me and filled my ass with his hot cum. When he'd blown his last shot, he collapsed on top of me.

After a minute or so, Troy stood up and I collapsed onto the floor. My butthole ached from the abuse it had taken, but it was a pleasant ache. I just wanted to rest and enjoy my afterglow so Troy left. When he came back he had my shoes from the dressing room.

"Here, put these on," he said. I looked at him quizzically but did as he asked. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. He took me in my arms, "Laura, you are the best lover a man could ever have. Thank you so much." I loved it when he got tender after a wild fuck session. I just kissed him back.

He took my hand again, "Let's go in."

"Let me get dressed first! It's freezing outside." I said.

"You'll be okay. It's only a short walk." he said and pulled me toward the door. I gave in and resolved to walk through the cold night to the house. There was a one or two inch cover of snow on the ground now, and there I was at the door to the barn with only a pair of shoes on. He pulled me through the door and onto the snow-covered path.

The breeze sent a chill through my whole naked body. We'd taken a few steps toward the house when Troy bent over a picked up a handful of snow rubbed it all over my chest and tummy. I screamed and got away from him then I picked up a handful and washed his face with it.

Troy grabbed me and took me to the ground. There I was, held helpless while he gave me a full body snow-bath, paying special attention to my pussy. He even rolled me over and shoved a little snow up my ass. I suppose I should have been livid to be treated this way, but the truth is I loved it. It was playful domination and it was fun. I would have fucked him again right there if he'd wanted to.

He sat up on his heals and I seized the opportunity to get up and get away. He chased me to the back door of the house. When he caught me he gave me a long passionate kiss. He picked me up and carried me all the way to the bedroom where he tenderly put me to bed.

"I'll be right back," he said, "I have to lock up the barn," and then he left. I fell asleep. When I woke up, Troy was snoring next to me. I got out of bed as quietly as I could and took a shower. My butt was still tender from the reaming I'd taken the night before. I threw on a robe and went downstairs and started breakfast.

Just as I was about to climb the stairs to get him, I saw Troy at the top landing.

"Breakfast is ready," I told him.

Over breakfast he told me he had made tentative plans to go duck hunting with Scott and Michael next weekend if I didn't mind. I told him I thought it was a great idea and I'd invite Hilda and Jane to spend the weekend here. "If the weather's not too bad we might even take the horses out."

It turned out that Hilda and Jane thought spending the weekend after Thanksgiving together was a great idea. Plans were made for them to come with their husbands and they'd stay behind while the men went off.

We spent Thanksgiving Day at the hotel. We had a feast for the employees and some spouses who didn't have families. They kept the hotel running while the employees with families had the day off. We even invited the few guests we had to eat with us. The setting was very informal and we had a great time. Everyone pitched in with the cleanup, even some of the guests.

Troy and I got home fairly early, so he asked me to dance for him in the barn. I didn't hesitate. He'd gone out and gotten everything set up for me. When I came out I changed into a cheerleading outfit. I did a routine I'd been working on for a while. Of course I ended up buck-naked and he ended up in my butthole again. It was a great time.

The next day, I woke up and the alarm was sounding. I looked over and it was almost five-thirty. I shook Troy's shoulder to wake him, "Troy honey, you've got to wake up. The guys will be here in a half hour."

Troy suddenly jumped up and out of bed. "Oh shit, I guess I kept hitting the snooze." He ran for the shower. I found my robe and went downstairs and cooked breakfast. When the couples arrived at six, I had pancakes and coffee ready. By six forty-five the guys were fed and out the door.

The three of us cleaned up the kitchen. I had checked the weather and it called for freezing rain in the afternoon. "If we're going for a horse-back ride," I told them, "it'll have to be this morning. We're supposed to get rain this afternoon."

"Fine with me." Hilda said. Jane quickly agreed. While they finished the kitchen, I went and dressed for riding. When we got back we headed out the door. Just then, the phone rang. I sent them out to the barn and scrambled to find the phone. I located it on the fourth ring, just before the machine picked up.

"Babe," he said, "I forgot to clean up after last night. You might want to go out and turn the posters over before you take them to get the horses."

"Oh shit," is all I said and hung up. I ran outside, but it was too late. Hilda and Jane were already in the barn. I was so embarrassed. The stripping was supposed to be private between Troy and me. It was our little role-play, our kinky little secret. In their eyes I was still the virginal Laura.

I took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold and into the barn. Jane turned from the poster she was studying and looked at me. "Oh-my-God Laura," she said, "You have a secret life."

Hilda, apparently speechless, stood at the entrance to the club looking at the neon sign. Finally, she spoke. "This is incredible. You have to show us," she said.

"Maybe after our ride. Right now I'm just too embarrassed," I said.

"Don't be embarrassed with us. We're totally happy for you." Jane said.

I closed the door to the club and turned of the neon sign. "After our ride," I said.

They could see I was serious, so we saddled up and took off. We rode for about three hours. No more conversation about what they saw. They tried to question me, but I cut them off.

Hilda and Jane snickered uncontrollably as we rode out. At about ten o'clock we were at the entrance to the quarry at the back of the property.

"It's looking more like snow or rain, I think we should get back." I said. The girls agreed and we headed back to the barn. As we unsaddled the horses, the conversation was back on the "club".

Hilda said, "You promised to show us the rest."

"Okay," I said, "but no laughing at me."

"I promise, nobody's laughing 'at' you. We're just astonished that's all. Our virginal little Laura has a sexual side we didn't know about. We're laughing at ourselves, Laura, not you." Jane said.

"I think you should dance for us. I want to see how you strip for Troy." Hilda said with a grin.

Jane chimed in, "Me too! Maybe you can teach us something we can use."

Jane looked at each other with knowing smiles.

They kept at me until finally I said, "I'll call Troy. If he says okay, then I'll dance for you, but only under one condition. You both have to take a dance lesson from me."

I was astonished by how quickly they agreed. They used to be so shy and modest, perfect little Catholic schoolgirls. Now they were willing to learn to strip on a stage just so they could see me do it.

When I got back to the house I called Troy and told him what the girls wanted.

"Hell babe, they aren't going to see anything they haven't already seen in the showers at the dorm. I think it's great. You might even spice things up for Scot and Michael," he said.

We had a light lunch, salad and toast, and then the girls said they were ready to see me strip. I blushed. I don't know why I was so embarrassed about it. I guess it's because I'd always seen my stripping as something intimate between Troy and me. It almost felt like fucking in front of an audience. Nevertheless, we went out to the barn.

I put on my cheerleader outfit in the dressing room while the girls got comfortable in the lounge. I had even made them each a Virgin Mary to set the mood. Actually I was sort of looking forward to this. My friends had always been supportive of me, but I don't think they ever thought I could do anything special. This was my chance to prove them wrong.

I started the music and moved onto the stage. The girls applauded wildly while I went through my routine, ending up buck naked in a heap on the floor at the brass pole. Of course the girls applauded wildly. I returned to my dressing room, just as I would for a "real" performance.

"That was fabulous." Hilda said. "Why didn't you ever show us before? You're really talented."

"I agree. First rate. Professional quality." Jane said.

All I could do was smile. I was still pretty embarrassed that they'd learned my kinky secret.

The girls got quiet and quite serious. "Laura," Jane said, "Hilda and I were talking while you were dressing. We want you to strip for our boyfriends."

"You want me to strip for Scot and Michael? Are you nuts? It's one thing to show you girls my routine, but I've never stripped for any man but Troy. I don't think I could look them in the eye again after stripping for them. Besides, Troy would never allow it." I told them.

"Please, just talk to Troy about it. We think it would add real spice to our relationship with the guys. Promise you'll ask Troy." Hilda pleaded

"The only way I'll do it is if you two dance with me." I said.

There was a stunned silence then Jane spoke up, "You mean we have to get naked too? I don't think I could do it."

"Sure we could," Hilda said. "I'm willing if you're willing. But we'll need some lessons, Laura, and outfits.

"Okay, let's just practice and work out a routine, then I'll talk to Troy tonight and if he says it's a go we'll do it a week from Thursday." I said. I felt much better about stripping for their boyfriends if they were willing to strip for mine.

"It is kind of a turn-on," Jane finally said and she agreed to go along.

That afternoon we went through a few lessons and then we worked out a simple routine using some of my costumes. By seven o'clock we laid hungry, naked and exhausted on the stage floor.

In the dressing room, I told the girls, "Just your shoes. We have a tradition here that whoever strips has to walk back to the house naked."

"It's freezing outside!" Jane said.

"You'll be alright. It's not all that far, besides, a rule is a rule." I told them.

Hilda went along without protest so Jane fell in line. We got our shoes and set out for the house. As we exited the barn, Jane wanted to run but Hilda and I each grabbed an arm. In the struggle, I picked up some snow and rubbed it on Jane's chest, just as Troy had done to me. She screamed and the fight was on. We had a three-way naked snow fight right there in front of the barn door. It felt good.

I had never touched another woman so intimately before. I found myself getting a bit turned on by it. Putting a handful of snow on Hilda's pussy made me want to lick it off. My mouth watered a bit for Jane's puckered nipple as well. I thought, "All these years and I never realize how much these girls turn me on."

When we got back to the house, we just stayed naked. I turned the gas fireplace on and we made soup and sandwiches and warmed ourselves in front of the fire. I was seated in the middle between Hilda and Jane. We talked about our upcoming performance.

As we warmed ourselves at the fire, I laid back, knees in the air, head on a pillow. Within seconds, Hilda planted a big sloppy open-mouthed kiss on me. At the same time, I felt Jane's warm, soft hand caressing my tummy and working its way to my breasts.

"Laura, we have something to tell you. Jane and I are bi. We've had a relationship since high school." Hilda said.

I was in shock, both by the fact that they'd had this relationship I didn't know about and the fact that I was getting turned on. "Why didn't you ever let me know?"

"You were always so pious and straight, Laura. We were afraid you'd reject us. We always wanted to include you, but didn't want to take the chance of loosing your friendship." Jane said and then planted her own sweet kiss on me.

"I love you both and there isn't anything you could tell me that would jeopardize what we have. But I see your point. I was pretty prudish wasn't I." I said.

Before I knew it, the conversation was over and I had hands and mouths all over my body, kissing, lick everywhere. I relaxed and enjoyed each sensation. My heart raced in chest. I gasped when I felt Hilda's tongue penetrate between the lips of my pussy while Jane took a nipple in her mouth.

I said to Jane, "I want to taste you. I want to taste your pussy."

Without a word, little Jane straddled my face and surrendered her sweet pussy to my lips. With some trepidation, I touched my tongue to her moist pussy lips. She was sweet and musky at the same time. I wanted more. I licked her lips harder and kissed and like her clit which made her shudder. In the meantime I felt my tummy tighten from the oral assault on my own pussy that Hilda was giving me. The more turned on I got by Hilda, the more aggressive I got with Jane. Before long I was practically biting Jane while thrusting my pussy into Hilda's face. My heart raced as waves off pleasure and contentment spread through my body. I heard Jane grown as she dumped her sweet load on my face.

After my convulsion of ecstasy, Hilda resumed her position next to me. Jane rolled off and enjoyed her afterglow with her head on my tummy. We laid there for several minutes and then I said to Jane, "Let's do Hilda,"

After a little foreplay, Jane straddled Hilda's face while I took the position between Hilda's legs. Hilda's experienced tongue had Jane groaning again within minutes. Like a mother cat with her favorite kitten, I aggressively cleaned Hilda's sopping wet pussy with my tongue. She moaned appreciatively into Jane's pussy.

And so it went for hours on the floor in front of the fireplace. My first real lesbian experience turned into a three-way marathon. At one point both Jane and Hilda had fingers in my pussy at the same time while caressing my body with their free hands. It was nearly dawn when we finally all fell asleep on the floor, a single king-sized quilt contained our body heat while we snuggled to keep each other warm.

I was the first to wake up about ten o'clock. I felt strangely fulfilled, like I'd crossed a threshold and entered a new and wondrous room. I felt closer to my friends then I ever had.

I threw on a tee shirt and slippers and went to the kitchen. I was intently cutting melon into squares when I felt the light touch of Hilda's lips on my neck, followed by Jane's on the other side. I smiled inside and out. "You two knock it off or I'll end up cutting a finger off."

Over breakfast Jane asked, "So, should we tell the guys?"

"Tell them what?" I responded coyly.

"About us, you know, together." She said.

"I don't think so." Hilda said.

"Look," I said, "I don't have any secrets from Troy, and I'm not about to start having them now. I know he'll be discrete. If you don't want your guys to know, he won't tell them."

Then Hilda said, "I don't think we should tell them anything. I think we should just show them, when the time is right of course. Guys love watching girls together you know."

Jane and I were in shock that Hilda, of all people, would suggest such a thing. We were truly speechless. It's one thing to strip, quite another to lick another girl's pussy or have an orgasm in front of an audience, especially an audience that includes one's husband or boyfriend. Yet, I have to admit there was something intriguing about what she was suggesting.

We spent the rest of the day practicing our routine. At about four o'clock I got a call from Troy saying he was just about an hour away. I told him to stop and pick up Chinese take-out and we'd all have dinner here.

"What's up babe? You sound like you're holding something back." He replied.

"You'll see. Just don't dawdle." I told him.

As I hung up, I asked, "Are you sure you're ready for this girls? Are you ready to strip for the guys? It will change things forever you know."

Both Hilda and Jane smiled. "Change for the better, I think." Hilda said. Jane just smiled nervously.

As we passed the cartons around the table Troy asked, "So what's up Laura? Why all the secrets and drama."

"You'll see, out in the barn after supper." I told him and gave him a coy smile. I was trying to hide it, but the truth is my stomach was one big churning not. I was so nervous about stripping for the guys I could barely stand it, but I was determined to go through with it.

As I glanced around the table, I saw that Hilda and Jane were at least as agitated as me. It's odd, that feeling of excitement, anticipation, and trepidation all at once. It showed in their eyes, and in their movements, but mostly in our voices. It was clear by the expressions on the men's faces that they knew something was up.

After dinner we cleaned up the kitchen and invited the boys out to the barn without telling them anything more. Scott and Michael looked at each other quizzically and then at Troy. Troy just shrugged his shoulders.

As we walked across the barnyard, I asked Troy to take Scott an Michael in, get them a drink and seated at a table. He quickly agreed. The girls and I went directly to the dressing room where we all changed into our athletic outfits. We opted for plain running clothes, tank tops, sports bras, running shorts and shoes with ankle socks. It was the only way we could have matching outfits.

My stomach knotted as flipped the music on. We had decided on an old disco tune "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees. Disco is great for stripping, it's not too fast nor boringly slow.

Our routine was simple two of us would dance while a third worked the brass pole. I was the first on the pole. When I came off it, Hilda helped me remove my tank top and through it at the boys. Jane did the same with my running shorts, leaving me clothed in bikini panties and a sports bra. Each of the other girls worked the pole briefly and when they came off we'd do them as they'd done me. When we were all in bra, panties and shoes, we synchronized our movements and took off our bras. The guys hooted and applauded their approval. We bounced and shook our boobs for them for a while and then dropped our panties to our ankles. Again they went wild, standing and stomping while they applauded and yelled and whistled. In perfect synchronization, we dropped to the floor and took our panties off our ankles and threw them at the table. Buck naked, except for our feet, we raised our legs and spread them wide, giving the men a good view of our pussies.

The knots in my tummy were gone now. I was actually quite comfortable being viewed naked by my friends' boyfriends. I also knew my live would never be quite the same again.

We ended the routine by turning our backsides to the boys and taking a deep bow, giving them a full view of our pussies from behind. They applauded wildly. We turned around and gave them another bow while they screamed their approval.

I could see that Hilda and Jane were now as comfortable as I showing our bodies to the men. We stood in a line with our arms around each other, Hilda in the middle Jane and I on either side. I froze when I felt Hilda's hand at my pussy, tickling my clit and teasing my pussy lips. Before long, we were on the floor of the stage putting on the show we had "rehearsed" the night before. Tasting each other pussy, all around.

At first, the men were stunned and completely silent, then as we began to orgasm they started applauding. Each time one of us would moan or yell or make deep guttural animal sounds they guys would applaud and holler their approval until finally after about twenty minutes, we laid still in each other's arms.

Troy went to the stereo and put on some soft slow music, then he came to me and offered his hand. We danced slowly and sensuously, his obvious erection rubbing against me, turning me on again. Soon Jane and Michael were dancing and then Hilda and Scott.

As we danced, Troy led us over to Hilda and Scott and before I knew it, it was Scot's erection pressing against me while Troy danced with Hilda. A few seconds later, Troy and Jane were dancing together while Hilda and Michael pressed against each other. I smiled at Scott and he kissed me, passionately, holding me close and thrusting his groin even tighter against me. My tummy knotted. I was ready to get fucked again, be it Scott or whoever, it didn't matter. Then I glanced over at Troy. I was shocked to see Jane on her knees with my man's dick in her mouth. Jealous, perhaps, but I was too horny to worry about jealousy.

I decided to take some initiative and led Scot to one of the tables. I looked up on stage to see Troy on the floor, his face between Jane's legs. Hilda was on all fours getting fucked from behind by Michael. I undid Scot's belt and zipper and reached in to find his rock hard dick. It felt just right. "I'm going to enjoy this," I whispered in his ear. Scot helped me on to the wobbly little table. I laid back hanging my head over the edge while he dropped to his knees. He tongued my pussy and clit mercilessly while I moaned my approval, but after several minutes I said, "Scott, fuck me, please. Fuck me now." Dutifully, Scott stood up and positioned his dick at my wanting pussy. I took a deep breath as Scott took my hips in his hands. He rammed himself into me, in one thrust he was balls deep in my pussy, I gasped and then shouted "Yes", oblivious to anyone who might be watching.

As Scot held my hips and pumped for all he was worth, I thought about the twenty-two year old virgin I used to be. I thought about how Troy captivated me. I thought about the fuck machine I'd become, and I was pleased. Now I fantasized about fucking for a large audience. I fantasized about multiple partners, I fantasized about Troy watching with approval.

As Scott continued to drive me hard I felt another pair of hands caressing my breasts, and then another pair caressing my tummy while a third caressed my pelvic region and massaged my clit with a finger. I raised my head briefly to see my friends surrounded me. I laid back to enjoy the sensations when it rose inside of me. Scot started to make deep guttural sounds which triggered something in me. I sat up, eyes open, but unable to focus, as the first wave hit. Scot gave a mighty thrust and filled me with hot cum. This triggered another wave. I leaned forward and grabbed him around the neck and held him tight as I convulsed again with pleasure.

When I'd finished, I laid back into Troy's arms. He gave me a deep passionate kiss. "You're beautiful, but you're especially beautiful when you cum," he said.

Everybody applauded. Troy helped me down off the table and I took an exaggerated bow, Scot's cum running down my leg. We all laughed.