By late afternoon most of the parents had left. Adam was exhausted. Open Days in any school are stressful occasions. But the strain of trying to talk calmly to parents about the progress of their daughters in algebra or their ability to conduct scientific experiments all the while knowing that he had spanked and screwed their little treasures and, in some cases, that they knew that he had, had proved to be nerve-wracking in the extreme. What he really wanted was a stiff drink or two and an early night. This was not to be for it was now that the real fun could begin.
The parents who remained had been discreetly escorted to Anne's apartment. There were twelve altogether; four couples, two single men and two single women. This was the elite - the external members of the Inner Circle - and it was because of their support that the Secret Society was able to flourish. Gail Ashby and her husband, Roger, were present for the first time.
Adam was struck by the group. They were all exceedingly attractive - the men as well as the women. Even the oldest man - a man in his sixties - looked better than well preserved. They reeked of wealth, power and confidence. It shone from their sleek faces, gleamed from their jewellery, hung from their immaculate clothes. He felt immensely out of place and was inclined to lurk in a corner. Anne was having none of it and led him round, formally introducing him. Although they were charming, they observed him carefully, clearly sizing him up. Somewhat stung by this frank inspection, he drew himself up and gave as good as he got.
Drinks were served. Four of the girls entered pushing trolleys laden with bottles and glasses. They were dressed in fetish maid's costumes - latex bustiers that lifted their breasts and exposed them almost to the nipples, short frilly latex skirts, sheer stockings held up with suspenders and patent leather shoes with 5-inch heels. A white lace maid's hat perched on top of their heads and a tiny white frilly apron completed the outfit. It was an outfit designed to titillate.
The girls served drinks and canapés. The company appeared to treat them as if they were ordinary waitresses but it was clear that the girls were enjoying the situation. They seemed to delight in bending over to let the company admire their, latex-clad bottoms and bulging breasts. Adam also realised that, despite their apparent indifference, the group were keenly aware of the tasty morsels on offer - and not just those on the plates.
With the drinks, the conversation flowed more freely. Adam engaged in a number of flirtatious conversations where every statement seemed to have at least two meanings. The parents were also fulsome in their praise for his influence on their offspring.
"Don't know what you've got, Adam," said one father. "But I wouldn't mind some of it. Nikki's done nothing but sing your praises. I think the girl's got a crush on you." He winked.
"Thank you," Adam replied. "Nikki's a fine girl. Very obedient and open to new ideas. She's always willing to take on extra activities."
At seven, the group were escorted to the dining hall for dinner. Outside caterers had been brought in to cook the food but they had now departed and the meal was served by the girls. Like the cocktail waitresses they were dressed in sexy waitress outfits; black fine mesh body stockings with long sleeves that covered them from neck to toe, black stretch jersey mini-skirts, starched white collars and cuffs and perky little waitress caps. In the interests of safety, both of the girls and the diners, they had low-heeled pumps on their feet.
Dinner was a relaxed affair. The food was, of course, excellent and the wine flowed freely. Like their cocktail counterparts, the dinner waitresses seemed to take delight in teasing the diners. They would stand close and press their net-covered breasts against the person they were serving. They were forever dropping items on the floor and having to retrieve them. This gave the company excellent views of tight teen bottoms made even more alluring by the stretchy skirts pulled snugly over them. When Holly bent to retrieve a fork in front of him, Adam had much difficulty in restraining himself from planting a few salutary smacks upon her delectable rear. By the end of the meal, everybody was looking somewhat flushed.
When, the last mint chocolate had been eaten and the last liqueur sipped, Anne stood and invited them to accompany her to the Club Room where the evening's entertainment would shortly commence. It was an excited and expectant group that made it's way slowly across the courtyard.
The room was empty. The company settled themselves comfortably. The minutes passed and nothing happened. The mood of anticipation began to fray at the edges. Just as Adam was beginning to wonder if there was some sort of problem, the lights went out and there was a loud thunderclap. A single spotlight came on and, in the centre of the circle of light stood Barbara with smoke curling round her feet. As usual, she was dressed in red leather, so smooth and tight it could have been sprayed on: shiny, thigh-length boots with spiky heels, a harness around her breasts that made them stand out like cones and arm-length gloves. Red cones capped her nipples and she had trimmed her blonde pubic hair into a heart shape. The final touch was a pair of red devil-horns.
There was a gasp of delighted surprise and a smattering of applause. She posed dramatically as Anne stood up and announced, "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this assembly of the Secret Society. Barbara will be the Mistress of Ceremonies. Pain in pleasure, pleasure in pain."
Barbara uncoiled the whip from around her waist and cracked it. More lights sprung up and into them stepped six 'devilettes'. Six of the older girls who, like Barbara, were dressed in red: 5-inch patent stilettos, fishnet suspender pantyhose that ringed their exposed bottoms and vaginas, soft leather waist corsets and arm-length lacy fingerless gloves. Each carried a small trident and sported devil horns. They were greeted with spontaneous applause and 'oohs' and 'ahs' of appreciation.
Barbara held up a hand for silence. "It is our pleasure, and it certainly will be, to welcome Gail and Roger Ashby to our gathering for the first time. As is traditional on these occasions, there will be a small welcoming ceremony. Gail and Roger, will you please step forward."
Smiling nervously, amid the general applause, the pair stepped into the light. The 'devilettes' quickly stripped them of their clothes. There were murmurs of appreciation from the men, and some of the women, when Gail's breasts, with their astonishing nipples, were revealed and further appreciative noises, mostly from the women, as Roger's impressive equipment was exposed.
The two were positioned, side by side. Harnesses were attached with broad straps under the armpits and around the waist. Ropes descending from the ceiling, were tied to the backs of the harnesses. Spreader bars were attached to their ankles and, with the quiet whine of electric motors, the pair were hoisted until their crotches were at face level. A crack of Barbara's whip and the devilettes lined up before them. Taking turns, they licked and sucked the proffered genitals until the pair were gasping and groaning with excitement.
Roger was lowered until his feet touched the floor. Then Gail was swung round to face him and gently lowered. Eager hands guided Roger's impressive erection and Gail was slowly lowered onto it. Broad straps were passed tightly around their knees and waists. Roger's cock was firmly embedded in his wife's cunt and Gail's superb breasts were squashed tight against her husband's chest. Roger put his arms around his wife and hugged her tightly. The pair were raised a fraction so that Roger's feet were just off the floor.
When she was satisfied that all was ready, Barbara called out, "Coral."
"Coral?" both parents turned their heads to see Coral approaching with a broad smile on her face. She was dressed in a black, latex cat-suit that covered all of her except her face and hands. A pair of horns stuck up from the hood and a long, forked tail trailed behind. In her hand she carried a whip with numerous thin rubber strands.
She paused, hands on hips, and regarded her parents suspended in front of her. "I can't tell you how much I'm going to enjoy this," she announced with a wicked grin.
"I always said you were a little devil," said Roger, trying to make light of a rather worrying situation.
"What… what are you going to do?" asked her mother with a pretty good idea of what it was.
"This." And she raised the whip and brought it smartly down on her father's exposed bottom.
"Ymmph," he grunted as the lashes bit into his bare skin.
He jerked forward involuntarily which embedded his cock into his wife's cunt making her gasp with surprise and pleasure.
Coral applied the whip with a will. At each stroke, Roger jerked forward jamming his cock deeply into Gail's cunt. Soon she was writhing around, wriggling her hips in ecstasy as her husband's cock fucked her hard and deep. Barbara stepped forward and, with a gentle push, set the suspended couple rotating slowly. Coral continued to apply the whip, but now at whichever pair of buttocks were currently available. Soon both Gail and Roger's bottoms were flushed bright pink. They hardly seemed to notice as they were so caught up in fucking each other. Their hips churned and rotated. Their hands tore at each other's backs, their mouths were locked in a deep and passionate kiss. The blows merely seemed to spur them on to greater efforts.
"Oh, Roger, darling, are you nearly there? I'm going to cum," gasped Gail.
"Oh, yes, darling. Just a few moments." And he redoubled his efforts, straining his muscles in order to fuck his wife's cunt even more deeply. Moments later he groaned, "Oh, yes, I'm going to cum. Cum with me, darling."
In concert the pair climaxed and Coral stepped back with a satisfied smile on her face, allowing her parents to enjoy their moment of mutual bliss.
The audience were not unaffected by this. Each adult was attended by a devilette or another girl and there was much mutual masturbation taking place, young hands curled round large cocks, fingers, both older and younger, embedded in wet cunts. Anne had warned, quite severely, that nobody was to indulge in actual sex and, the men particularly, were not to cum.
Roger and Gail were lowered to the floor. The devilettes immediately rushed to them, dropped to their knees and cleaned them with eager mouths. The intrusive young tongues were too much for Gail and she promptly came again. The devilette who was attending her looked up and said, "I'm very flattered, Mrs Ashby, but it makes it awfully hard to get you properly clean if you keep cumming."
Finally, they were released from their bonds. They gathered Coral into their arms and hugged and kissed her lovingly.
"My dearest daughter," said Roger, mock severely. "I ought to put you over my knee and spank you soundly, only I think you'd enjoy it as much as I. So I'll just say 'thank you' instead and," he turned to Barbara, lifted her hand and kissed it, "thank you for an experience I'll never ever forget."
Barbara, much to everyone's surprise, blushed.
Anne stepped into the limelight. "I think I can speak for us all when I say that that was a most touching ceremony." There were general noises of approval. "However, to be slightly serious for a moment. This is a secret society. Everything we do here is illegal. We would all, every one of us, be in severe trouble if word of our activities ever got out. So we must bind Gail and Roger to our group permanently and completely. As you know, we don't actively ban incest - we simply discourage it as it seems a waste to do something here that can be easily done at home. However, tonight Gail and Roger must tie themselves to us irrevocably and irredeemably, and so they will publicly fuck their daughter, Coral."
Gail and Roger gasped in shock. They looked down at Coral, still cuddled in their arms. She looked up with a smile of mock innocence.
"Coral, did you know about this?"
"Yes Daddy."
Roger looked helplessly at his wife as if for support. She shrugged.
"It's your decision, dear. I already know where I stand."
Roger looked round the room for support. Finding none, he looked back down at Coral who was pumping his semi-hard cock in one hand.
She looked up at him innocently. "Well? Will you, Daddy?"
"Will I what?"
"Will you fuck me? Please?"
Roger shut his eyes tight and groaned in despair.
"Yes," he growled. "So help me God, yes. I will fuck you Coral."
The sighs of relief from the audience were audible.
"I'll be right back. Don't go away," called Coral as she slipped out of her parent's arms.
Barbara cracked her whip and two devilettes wheeled a divan into the arena. It was draped with white silk. The other 4 devilettes were attending to Roger and Gail again, arousing them with mouths and hands. The lights went dim and everybody stopped. A spotlight came on and into it's light stepped four of the men bearing a sedan chair. Adam wondered where on earth Anne had managed to obtain a sedan chair. The spot followed the 4 as they slowly and ceremoniously carried the chair to the centre of the room. Anne stepped up and handed Coral out. She had shed her devil costume and was now dressed as a virgin bride swathed from neck to foot in a translucent white gauze negligee with white fur round the hem, cuffs and neck. Underneath she had a tiny, white heart-shaped g-string. White stiletto slippers with furry pom-poms on the toes adorned her feet. A white choker circled her neck and her wrists were ceremonially bound with a white rope.
Anne turned to Roger and Gail. "This is Coral and into your care I commend her. Fuck her well."
She stepped back as Gail and Roger, now caught up in the ceremony, stepped forward and took a hand each.
"We accept her and will fuck her royally," said Roger formally.
They led her, Roger's erect cock pointing the way, to the divan and gently disrobed her. The g-string was last. Her mother and father took a side each, untied the strings and slowly and dramatically pulled it away to reveal her pubis, the hair neatly trimmed
They helped her up onto the divan where she reclined, legs spread wide, on the white satin. Gail knelt up on the divan and her daughter's parted legs while Roger knelt up near her head, his cock jutting over her face. Coral smiled lovingly up at him, took his cock in one hand and wrapped her lips around the tip. Gail knelt down, delicately parted the lips of her daughter's cunt, and started to lick the pink, wet interior. The audience were presented with a fine view of Gail's up-thrust bottom and the red-haired split peach of her cunt between her firm thighs.
The devilettes and other girls returned to their guests and continued the task of keeping them in a state of maximum arousal. The Ashby's, oblivious of the lustful stares of the audience, licked and sucked each other into a state of heightened passion. Roger was in heaven. It wasn't just that Coral was good at sucking cock - as Adam could attest - so much as it was his daughter's moist red lips and pink tongue that were enveloping his cock. He couldn't take too much of this treatment and, before long, he pulled back with a groan,
"Coral, enough. I have to have you now."
He tugged at his wife's shoulders, pulled her reluctantly away from Coral's cunt, and positioned himself between her thighs. He shuffled up, hooking her legs over his thighs and lifting her bottom off the bed till her waiting cunt was level with the tip of his cock.
"Help us, Gail, " he said.
Gail held his cock firmly while he pulled Coral towards him and slid the tip into the entrance to her vagina.
"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good," cried Coral. "Put it right in."
As Roger slowly pulled his daughter onto his cock, Gail massaged the girl's clitoris causing her to wriggle and squirm.
When he was as far in as he could get, he flexed his buttocks and started grind his cock slowly back and forth. In this position he couldn't get much movement, but the pleasure of looking at his daughter's beautiful slim body as he fucked her made up for it. Coral whimpered with pleasure as she felt her father's cock stroke the depths of her hot vagina.
Gail crawled up the bed. "Ready for another, sweetie?"
"Oh, yes, Mummy,"
Gail lifted one leg and swung it over Coral's head, facing Roger. Then she slowly lowered herself until her cunt was pressed onto Coral's open mouth. The young girl immediately sucked hard, drawing her mother's cunt lips into her mouth.
"Oh, Coral, yessss!" hissed Gail. Her eyes took on a faraway expression as Coral's busy mouth worked on her cunt.
Roger looked at his wife and her expression of bliss.
"Gail," he said in an urgent, husky voice, "kiss me."
His wife leant forward, rested her hands on his shoulders and their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. He let go Coral's hips to cup his wife's breasts. Coral planted her feet flat on the bed behind his back and humped her hips up and down as he continued to thrust in and out. He pinched Gail's nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Yesss," Gail hissed, breaking the kiss for a second. "Harder."
Roger squeezed down hard on the huge nipples and twisted and pulled them at the same time. Gail moaned in the kiss and worked her hips, grinding her cunt down onto her daughter's mouth.
This family three-some was too intense to last long. Roger broke the kiss and shouted hoarsely, "My loves, I'm going to cum," gripped Coral's hips and jabbed his cock into her in short fierce strokes until his cum erupted from his balls and flooded into her. Feeling her father cum, Coral worked her mother's cunt even more fiercely, chewing on her clitoris and made her, in turn cry out and flood her daughter's mouth with her sweet juice. Coral had already cum so many times she had lost count and had been continuing on sheer will power alone.
Spent, the three collapsed in a tangled heap on the rumpled and stained satin sheet, only dimly aware of the applause and cries of appreciation from the audience.
The devilettes leapt to their feet. Three of them gently straightened the tangled bodies and licked their genitals clean of cum while the other three fetched warm damp cloths. The trio were helped to their feet and tenderly sponged down.
Anne rose to her feet and tenderly kissed them all, the rest of the company followed suit with many congratulations and propositions.
"Ladies, gentlemen and girls. It gives me the greatest pleasure to announce that Gail and Roger are now fully fledged members of the club," Anne announced. "I think that you will all agree that rarely have we witnessed such a moving and arousing performance." This remark was greeted with cheers and 'hear hears'. "And now a small intermission is called for to give us all time to recover before the next event."
Drinks and sweetmeats were brought while the company gathered round the Ashby's. In the background Barbara and her devilettes were preparing for the next event.
Barbara cracked her whip dramatically, the lights dimmed and the company settled back down eager to see what other treats Barbara had in store.
Six of the younger girls shuffled in herded by three devilettes who prodded them with their tridents. They wore nothing but white thigh-high stockings held up by white suspenders and white stiletto shoes. They were linked together by fine chains attached to broad leather collars. Their hands and feet were also linked by lengths of fine chain.
They were herded to a long padded bar where the devilettes removed the chains and made them lean over it. Their feet were pushed apart and each girl's ankles were tied to one of her neighbour's. Their wrists were similarly joined and lengths of taut elastic run from the wrist cuffs to the wall. The girls were thus pulled tight against the bar.
Barbara assigned a man to each girl, kneeling down about 2 feet behind them and facing the delicious sight of a taut young teenage bottom and pussy. None of the men was assigned his own daughter. They were told to kneel with their knees apart, not to move and only to use their hands when instructed. Adam had been assigned Vivienne - a red-head with a rather sulky face and soft, silky thighs. The girls' mothers were then brought over to stand behind the men.
Barbara passed along the row handing out cards to the mothers. On each card was printed an instruction which the women had to pass on to the men - a different instruction to each man. Adam's first instruction was to lick Vivienne's cunt. Eagerly he bent forward to his task. Along the row, his companions also set about their allotted tasks.
Barbara then quietly gave the mothers their own instructions. Adam was suddenly aware of someone close behind him and, next moment, a hand wormed its way between his legs and closed around his cock. He was so surprised he opened his mouth and nearly choked on Vivienne's cunt. Barbara passed down the row again with a new set of instructions. This time Adam had to spank Vivienne's bottom with his open palm. The girl yelped in surprise as the pleasure she had been receiving from Adam's tongue suddenly turned to pain. And all the while the girls' mothers were toying with the men's genitals.
Several more 'rounds' were played then Barbara made the men change girls. Adam had Nikki - the stunning blonde with blue bedroom eyes and particularly well-developed breasts. Her mother an attractive woman, though not as stunning as her daughter, was looking somewhat flushed. Adam's next instruction was to ream her rear hole. He pushed his face between Nikki's taut buttocks, which were red and hot from the spanking she had earlier received. He extended his tongue and began to lick round the girl's puckered pink hole. At his touch, Nikki jerked and cried out. As he worked his tongue into her arsehole, she wriggled her bottom and pushed back at him. This was obviously an activity she enjoyed. He mother, breathing heavily behind him, groped for his cock and began to masturbate him vigorously.
Suddenly there was a commotion down the line, the sound of a whip landing on flesh and a male cry of pain.
"I said 'no hands'," said Barbara sternly.
"Sorry," said the abashed offender.
Another round. Adam was to bite Nikki's bottom cheeks. He sunk his teeth into the taut girl flesh. Nikki screamed as his teeth bit into her already tender skin like razors. She reared up and tried to jerk her bottom away but, of course, could not. Her mother worked his cock even harder and, from the sound of her breathing no doubt had her fingers up her cunt and was wanking herself furiously. Adam was close to cumming himself and had to concentrate hard to keep himself in check.
The room was filled with cries and moans and sighs and whimpers as the six young girls were tortured and tantalised with alternate pain and pleasure. And not only the girls. The audience, aided by the devilettes and the waitresses, were licking and thrusting and sucking and spanking. The room was awash with sex.
Another shuffle. This time he was paired with Leonie. Leonie's mother, Zandra, was a hot lady with a mane of black, glossy hair, blue eyes and full, red mouth. She had already made it abundantly clear that she would welcome his attentions.
"This is so deliciously wicked," she murmured into Adam's ear, licking it at the same time. "Getting you hard so you can fuck my daughter."
"Would you rather it was you?"
"Yes, you naughty man."
Suddenly she let out a screech which almost deafened Adam.
"Stick to your task," said Barbara sternly. "Bottom in the air."
Adam didn't dare look round as Zandra crouched with her bottom up, proffered for Barbara's whip. Her cries of anguish, as Barbara laid several lusty strokes on her round cheeks, almost made Adam cum. He determined that he would go for the hat trick.
Breathing heavily, Zandra settled back down behind him and reached between his legs for his cock, now rock hard. Three more rounds of the game ensued in which Adam had to bite and suck on Leonie's clitoris, spank her bottom and finally ream her arse. From her aroma and wetness, Leonie had obviously cum already and came twice more through Adam's ministrations.
Barbara's whip cracked twice.
"Gentleman and ladies, on your feet please. Ladies will assist the gentlemen and may choose the hole."
"Oh, goody," Zandra murmured.
She grasped his cock firmly and pulled and pushed him towards her daughter - not that Adam needed any encouragement. She guided him to the entrance to Leonie's cunt then gave him a shove causing his cock to drive straight up the girl's cunt. Leonie's head jerked up and she let out a loud wail as her cunt was suddenly and abruptly invaded. Adam put his hands on the bar to steady himself.
"Right. Fuck her. Fuck her," chanted Zandra.
She proceeded to spank him with the flat of her hand as Adam started to piston his cock in and out of Leonie's cunt.
Suddenly her hands were at his waist, urging him out. She grasped his sticky cock and raised it till it was level with Leonie's bum hole.
"In her bum," she commanded. "Stick it in her bum."
She pushed him towards her daughter's rear hole. Adam was getting annoyed. He was by no means reluctant to fuck Leonie's there - she had, in fact a very attractive bum hole - but he was finding Zandra more than a bit impetuous and demanding. He determined to teach her a lesson before very long.
He placed the tip of his hot, sticky cock at the entrance to Leonie's arse and leant forward. The girl gasped as she felt him and then cried out as he drove the tip past her anal sphincter. It was very tight. He paused to let her get used to the sensation of her arse being invaded. He felt her relax slightly and pressed forward, driving more of his cock into her bum. The tight grip was exquisite.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," Leonie moaned. "It hurts."
"Go on," urged Zandra. "Fuck her properly."
Ignoring her, he continued to ease his way deeper into the girl's arse, pressing slowly but inexolerably until, at last, her cheeks pressed against his pubis. The heat from them inflamed his lust. He really did want to fuck her hard but he also wanted her to enjoy the fuck so he paused and turned to Zandra.
"Get underneath and lick her cunt."
With a wicked grin, Zandra scrambled between his parted legs and began to lick her daughter's dripping cunt. Adam eased back then pushed forward, beginning to fuck the girl's arse in slow, easy strokes.
"Oh my God," cried the beleaguered girl at this twin assault. Her mother's tongue was lapping at her clitoris and she began to squirm about. The result was that she began to rotate her arse around his cock. "Oh, yes. Do it. Do it."
Taking his cue, he pulled her cheeks apart with his thumbs and began to drive his cock powerfully in and out of her arse, pulling right back and then thrusting forwards until her cheeks were squashed against his hips. His balls slapped Zandra's chin where she had her mouth glued to her daughter's cunt. Supporting herself on one hand, she squeezed his balls with the other as he pistoned in and out of Leonie's arse.
"Oh, yes, Zandra. That's good," he growled.
All along the row the men were engaged in fucking the helpless girls bent over in front of them. The air was filled with the sounds of lustful male grunts and female cries of pain and pleasure, of flesh meeting flesh as the six depraved men pounded their hard cocks into the hot young cunts and arses. These turned to cries of ecstasy as, one after another, the couples came. Leonie had already mingled her cries with the rest as she had cum twice. Adam, with the experience he had gained from his tutorial duties, was able to hold back the longest. Under his pounding cock and her mother's expert tongue, Leonie came for a third time. Her hips churned, rolling round his cock, and he was having increasing difficulty in holding back. With a great cry of, "Yes! Yes", he buried his cock as far into Leonie's arse as he could and pumped his cum into her, her mother milking his balls as he did so. Leonie screamed long and loud as she felt his cum boil into her bowels. Panting and sweating, he eased himself out with a sticky plop. Zandra emerged from underneath, massaging her stiff neck, her make-up smeared across her face which was covered with Adam's and Leonie's combined juices. She licked her lips appreciatively.
"I want you to do that to me," she said, huskily.
Adam looked at her. He had other plans for this arrogant woman.
Two devilettes appeared, smiling, at their sides and proceeded to clean them with warm, damp towels. Adam's devilette, Gabrielle, paid particular attention to his genitals.
"And I want you to do it to me, too," she whispered in his ear. He smiled at her and fondled her bare bottom.
In the interval, while all were reviving themselves, Adam sought out Anne.
"Do you know Zandra Dawson?"
"Leonie's mother? No, not well."
"Do you think she's attractive?"
Anne studied the lady in question. "Yes, why do you ask?"
"She's a hot piece of stuff and she's already propositioned me twice. The problem is she's very domineering - keeps interfering and trying to make things run her way. I think she needs to be taught a lesson and I have an idea…"
He whispered in her ear and a sly smile spread across her face. "You're an evil man, Adam. I like it."
She slipped away and he saw her quietly talking to some of the fathers, including Derek Dawson who listened intently and a slow smile spread across his face. Anne next talked to Barbara and the pair slipped away. He watched as two of the men smoothly approached Zandra, took her arms in a firm grip and pulled her to her feet. Zandra was to surprised to speak but when they started to drag her out onto the floor, she let out a yell.
"Get your hands off me. What the hell are you doing? Derek!"
She started to struggle but the two men held her firmly. All conversation stopped and all eyes turned to watch this new entertainment. A frisson of excitement ran through the spectators as Anne and Barbara appeared pushing a huge hoop into the middle of the floor. Having parked it securely, they undressed the struggling and squawking woman who kept calling for her husband to intervene. This gentleman was ensconced in an overstuffed armchair with a devilette perched on each knee and simply waved a nonchalant hand. Adam had to admire her spirit and reflected that it seemed to be a family trait.
Having succeeded in getting her clothes off, the four escorts urged her to stand up on the footrests placed inside the hoop. Zandra seemed to have realised that no help was going to be forthcoming and bowed to the inevitable. Her ankles were secured firmly then her arms were pulled up and clamped to anchor points at the top of the hoop. She was now locked inside the hoop with her arms and legs making an 'X'. The four stepped back to admire their handiwork. Adam stared in admiration. Zandra Dawson was a striking and handsome woman especially displayed as she was with her dark hair dishevelled and the look of defiance on her face.
Grinning broadly, Barbara took a fly-whisk whip and began to lightly beat her breasts, belly, thighs bottom and cunt. Each blow was little more than a kiss but the net effect was to make her skin tingle and glow.
Anne turned to the spectators. "Ladies, gentlemen and girls, the next entertainment is somewhat impromptu. Zandra awaits your attention. Her body is yours. You may touch or kiss, caress or pinch any and every inch of her skin except the centre of her womanhood. Now I anticipate that Zandra, being the sensual person I know she is, will find this somewhat arousing. So I have one further instruction - she must not be allowed to cum."
She stepped aside to applause from the spectators and a groan from Zandra. Anne, Barbara and the two male escorts started the ball rolling and they were soon joined by the rest. They kissed her nipples, they licked her breasts, they caressed her arms and legs, they nibbled her ear lobes, they nuzzled her neck. They licked and kissed and caressed and pinched and tickled every inch of Zandra's skin.
The devilishness of Barbara's preparations became apparent. The whipping had made Zandra's skin ultra-sensitive. Every touch was magnified tenfold. The kisses and caresses raised her to fever pitch and beyond. Desperate for relief, she begged, pleaded, even demanded, that someone take pity on her and make that final merciful move that she so urgently craved. She twisted and turned in her bonds, threshing her head from side to side as the delicate fingers and lips drove her to distraction. And the more she swore, the more she begged, the more inventive her tormentors became at keeping her right on the brink without tumbling over.
And all around, in between tormenting her, the company were kissing, petting and groping each other.
Finally Anne called a halt and the company retreated to a respectful distance. Zandra hung from her bonds like a rag doll. Her need for relief was so great that it was like a vast ache inside her. Anne called Adam forward. Zandra looked at him from glazed eyes as he carefully inserted his index finger and thumb into her dripping, lusting cunt and squeezed her stiff clitoris hard. The flood-gates opened and she came like a banshee; shaking writhing and wailing. It seemed to last forever and Adam kept squeezing her clitoris until she fell silent and slumped, totally spent.
Anne, Barbara and the two escorts rushed forwards and helped the spent woman down. She stood on unsteady legs with an enigmatic and beatific smile on her face as the waves of applause washed over her. But her torment was not over yet. Adam dragged over a chair and bent her over it. Hoisting her hips he speared her from the rear and fucked her vigorously until he had pumped her full of cum. Barely able to walk, she was laid on a divan where the devilettes fussed over her.
Again Anne took centre stage. "That concludes tonight's entertainment," she announced. "I hope you have enjoyed the evening as much as I have. Those of you who wish to stay and continue with your own entertainment are free to do so. Others may prefer to retire to the privacy of the guest bedrooms with as many companions as you feel able to manage or will fit in the beds. I'd like to thank you all for coming and for your continued support of the school and it's aims. Thank you and goodnight."
Surprisingly, Roger then stepped forward. "Thank you, Anne, on behalf of myself and Gail and, I hope, the rest of the group, for the most wonderful and amazing evening. This is the first I have been to and I'm looking forward to attending many more in the years to come."
From the volume of clapping and cheering that greeted these remarks, it was safe to assume his sentiments were shared by all.
The company broke up into small groups all discussing their next moves. In the general hubbub, Anne said quietly to Adam, "Shall we pick a couple of bedwarmers and retire?"
Suddenly the weight of the day descended on Adam. "I don't think so, dearest. Tonight I would just like to sleep in you arms."
"That's why I love you so much," she murmured and, hand in hand they slipped away.
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