Date: Wed, 3 Oct 2012 09:01:57 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Love Motel. Part Two.

This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good or
bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Two.

   Times were hard for Tom and his family what with his father now being
disabled from losing his leg during the war and not being able to work and
became more disgruntled that his wife had to go back to work to help
supplement his paltry pension. She had once been a teacher at the local
school to which she now returned though they could have used the money that
was the result of her sister's death and the sale of the hotel, but that
they were determined to save for Tom's further education.  In consequence,
it was one of the reasons that Tom spent more time at home instead of
mixing with his peers and so had developed into a rather shy boy in company
and if it hadn't been for Caroline, he would never had have the courage to
ever approach any of the local girls for the purpose of sex, hence his
predilection for watching other people's sexual activities. Most of his
time at the weekends and early evenings were spent with his father to keep
him abreast of what was happening in the town.

   So this was his life until he reached eighteen and received his papers
for him to go into the army. His mother burst into tears the day they
arrived, knowing that it was inevitable, but cried all the same.

   Distance, like time, is relative. He knew how far it had been to go to
school and how long it would take him. He was therefore surprised that it
took him nearly two days to report for military duty and he was still in
his own country. He'd only ever been as far as the city which was only
seventy miles away, but now he had to travel over a thousand.

   He had said a loving goodbye to his ageing parents at the bus depot and
within two months, was back again on compassionate leave. It had never been
ascertained exactly how the fire had started in Elm Street, but it swept
from north to south at an alarming speed. It only took the houses on the
east side, moving rapidly through the trees and houses in its path till it
was halted at Lincoln Avenue. This thoroughfare that was the link between
the town and the highway. The local firemen knew they had no chance to save
the houses because of the density of the trees in the gardens of the houses
in the path of the fire and so concentrated their main fire tenders in
Lincoln Avenue to prevent the fire from jumping across. This they managed
with the two tenders they had and so stopped it from spreading further, but
eight houses had been lost in the path of the fire, Tom's being one of them

   All other occupants of the houses consumed by the conflagration escaped
except for Tom's parents. With their bodies being found on the ground
floor, the fire having happened during the night, that due to his father's
disability, they'd only managed to get down the stairs before being
overcome by smoke, basing this theory on the coroner's inquest after the
autopsy. Smoke inhalation was attributed to their death and that they had
actually died before they were burnt.

   Tom was grief stricken when he was told the news by the commander of the
training post and he was given his leave to attend the funeral. This again
was a two day journey south and he looked with anguish at seeing the still
smouldering remains of the trees that lined the highway among which was the
remains of his house before the bus he was on turned into Lincoln Avenue to
drop him off at the bus depot in town.

   In such a small town, everybody knew most of everybody's business and it
was the bank manager who assured the funeral parlour that there was enough
money in their account that would now belong to Tom, to pay for the
funeral, and so knowing when Tom would arrive, the funeral had been
arranged for that day.

   So two hours after arriving in the town, he was there at the church for
the service to his dead parents and went with a surprising number of
townspeople to see to their burial.

   Tom had had two days to get over the shock of never seeing them again
and so was able to talk to the pastor and the bank manager who had also
attended and see to the payment exacted to see his parents buried. He was
also assured by said bank manager that their wills and insurance papers had
been lodged with the bank and so he wouldn't be short of any monies in the
future. But at the time, this went un-noticed by Tom and knowing he still
had two hours to wait for the bus that would pass through town again, spent
the time walking through what had been his garden to see the still smoking
ruin of what had been his home, now reduced to ashes, only half of the
chimney stack still standing and only then did he cry alone there.

   With the town not having an hotel and not accepting the several offers
he had to stay the night, caught the bus back to the town and stayed for
the night at the hotel that had once belong to his aunt. This time as a
paying guest.

   He then returned to his training unit to finally be passed out as a
marine and was soon shipped out to fight in Korea.

   For nearly two years, he spent more time digging foxholes and vowed that
when he got home he would never ever lift another shovel of dirt. He fought
too and in that time was wounded, minor though which gave him a few weeks
respite from the rigours of the winters that froze as many as were killed
by actual combat. But he survived to the cease fire and was glad to be
amongst one of the first battalions to be sent back home.

   One of the memories he took back with him apart from the sweating heat
and the freezing winter was the time in Seoul when recuperating from his
wound. A couple of the men went along to a whorehouse and being his usual
shy self, declined to actually go with one of the many women offered. The
madam of the house then suggested if he would like to watch others having
sex. Now this was much more appealing to him and so he said that he would
like that, though it still cost him as much as if he'd gone with one of the
women.

   He was taken up a narrow staircase and into a tight and claustrophobic
corridor that had several curtains along one wall. The girl who was leading
him, stopped at the first one and drew the curtain back and he found that
he was looking into one of the bedrooms of the house through a one sided
mirror. This was more to his liking to watch two couples have sex on the
bed below him and got an instant erection.

   He was dragged along to the next window to see one of his friends taking
a young Korean up the backside and got a vicarious thrill as he thought of
Bert and David and was now really throbbing inside his trousers and had
just got his cock out of his trousers when he was pulled along to the next
window to see another young girl, this time taking his sergeant's cock into
her mouth. He now began to jerk himself off but the girl who was showing
him these scenes pulled his hand away and began to do it herself and went
down onto her knees and took him into her mouth and sucked and tongued him
as he watched through this window and came about the same time as his
sergeant, but his girl took it all in whereas the sergeant sprayed all of
his coming over the girl's face and laughed as she tried to catch the
flying sperm with her open mouth.

   Tom went back quite a few times, being the voyeur and having himself
jerked off or taken in the mouth by the girl he was with as he watched the
antics of the others in their own forms of sex. These forays into Seoul had
a lasting effect on Tom and he formulated an idea of doing something of
this nature when he returned to the States but for his own pleasure as a
voyeur.

  He was duly sent back and eventually demobbed, using the English term,
and collected his final pay which was more than enough for him to buy a
camper van. He'd learned to drive while in the army and now had a licence
to this effect. Plus he didn't have a home as such to go back to so he had
to have somewhere to sleep and this fitted in with the plans he had
formulated in his mind.

   He took his time driving south for he stopped at quite a few motels to
see how they were run, and here he crossed his fingers, that nobody had
thought of doing this at his town for that was what he wanted to build and
open. A motel! Love Motel he was going to call it using his own name but
also give it the atmosphere where people could also go to make love as well
as sleep. He was going to make it into a voyeurs dream and so he hoped and
prayed that a motel had not been opened before he'd got there.

   So it was with some trepidation that after having passed through the
city and passed the sign that told you that it was only five miles to
Parksville that he began to worry. He was still a mile away when he could
see an illuminated sign and he thought his hopes had been dashed but was
relieved when he recognised that of it being one of a petrol company.

   Nature had taken its course and there was now quite an abundance of new
growth that had started to cover the scene of the fire that had killed his
parents and made others homeless and came close to Lincoln Avenue to find
that the corner plot that once had belonged to Deputy Sheriff Cairns was
now a service station. One that also had the garish sign denoting that it
had a diner as well.

   He turned off into the avenue and went down and cruised along Elm Street
and noted that only one house had been rebuilt since the fire and that was
the place that belonged to the widow Yates, three along from where his
house had stood. This boosted up his hopes in his future plans for his own
property. He drove back along the street and pulled into what was his own
ground and parked near the now, weed overgrown ruins of what had been his
home.

   His camper van by modern day standards was small, but for him then, it
was big enough to have a lounge and separate bedroom as well as a shower
and toilet closet. All small but just big enough for one. Here he spent his
first night back and cried for the loss of his parents.

   On his journey down with the hope that nobody else had built a motel,
he'd made drawings, and these he gathered together the next morning after
breakfast. As glad as he'd been to get out of uniform, having been made up
to sergeant, he donned it once again along with his ribbons, went to the
town hall, emphasising a limp as a war wound, to present his request for
planning permission to convert his property into a motel, opening out onto
the highway.

   He was greeted as a war hero with his purple heart and other decorations
and his application was passed through immediately and by the end of the
day, he had the blessings of the town in his project.

   What with the house insurance from the fire, his parents separate life
insurance policies as well as what was left from his aunt, he was well
found for funds. So to celebrate, if you could call it that, he had dinner
at the petrol station's diner instead of cooking it himself.

  Next day he began the work to change his former home and land into a
motel. First was to seek out the Costello's who's property lay between him
and the petrol station and found that they had, instead of waiting for
their house to be rebuilt, had bought another property on the other side of
town and were only too happy to sell him their original piece of
land. Okay, it would take a day or two to get it on paper but it was enough
for him to start work.

   He spoke to a contractor saying that he wanted him to clear the two
properties of the debris of the houses from the fire as well as clear a
good amount of the new growth from the land that faced the highway. They
agreed on the price for the man knew exactly where Tom had lived and said
that he would be along the following day with a digger and a truck to take
away what was cleared. Tom was fractious at night now for he didn't dare go
over to the far side of Elm Street to peer through bedroom windows as he
wasn't too sure of the lie of the land over on that side so had to content
himself with just masturbation while looking at some of the books he'd
picked up in Korea. Not only did he have these books but he also had a
letter that he'd received from Caroline just before he'd gone into the
military and it now helped him through this period. He'd just turned
eighteen which made her around twenty one.

   She'd started off the letter by reminding him of their position in the
private lounge of his aunt's hotel. Him stuck up inside her when their
respective guardians of the time, had come in for afternoon tea, and
telling him of how she had let her brother fuck her. "There was no way to
stop me after that," she wrote, "We went off to the billiard room at every
chance that we had. We'd strip off in the corner and fuck our way right
across and then the whole length of that polished floor. We even went up
onto the table and did it there. Seeing the billiard balls one day gave me
an idea and so the next time I was in town, I went shopping. I went into
every toy shop until I found what I wanted. I had to buy the whole bloody
game for the bits that I really wanted. I took out these pieces and dumped
the rest of the game in the first bin I came across. Childish that it was,
the game I mean, though I can't remember what it was called.

   Anyway, that night, I dragged my brother, which didn't take much effort,
down to the billiard room. We stripped off and I stretched myself out
across the low table by the hearth. "Come here," I said to him. "Let me
feel your balls." He came over and I put my hand under them, his prick
standing out in front. I lifted them in my hand as though trying to guess
the weight. "Call them balls?" I cried. "They're not even round! Now I've
got two balls that are round and about the same size and weight." He gave
me a funny look as I lay back and laughed at him. I squeezed my tits
together so that the nipples stood out. "Would you like to feel my balls?"
I asked him.

   "You haven't got any balls," he said.

   "I have," I repeated.

   "I bet," he snorted derisively.

   "What would you bet then?" I asked him.

   "If you've got balls then you can stick one of the billiard cues up my
arse." Well there wasn't much that we hadn't done sex wise.

   "Okay," I said, "Come here and fuck me and feel my balls."

   He had a puzzled look on his face and came between my legs and put his
prick inside me. I felt it come in past my sex lips and meet the two
plastic balls I had put up inside me from the game that I had bought. The
look of surprise on his face was a picture as his prick rolled between
them. The feeling I got was terrific. I leaned up and grabbed the cheeks of
his arse and pulled him forward so that he came right inside of me. He
gasped as I rolled my hips.

   "Christ, what is it?" he cried.

   "My balls," I laughed. "Fuck me a bit and get the feel of them."

   Tom, it was wonderful!

   As he fucked me, these balls moved around, first squeezing me and then
squeezing him, it was sensational. He thought so too and shot his load too
bloody quick for my liking. He was a good sport also and bent over the
table afterwards and said to bring over a cue. I went to the rack and
picked one and then broke it in half over the edge of the table and threw
the narrow end to one side. He protested and begged me to use the narrow
end that I'd discarded. I said no for it was to be the thick end. I spat on
it to make it wet and then inserted it into his arsehole and pushed.

   He yelled out as I pushed it in and he cried out for me to take it easy
and managed to get about eight inches of it inside him before he hollered
out that enough was enough. The effect of ramming this end of a pool cue up
his arse was exhilarating, seeing him quiver there with this half of a cue
up his arse and his own cock up hard and throbbing.

   He moved to pull it out and I stopped him and said that he was to leave
it there and fuck me again. I pulled him down to the floor and pulled his
prick up to me and had him push himself inside me. What with the two balls
there, his prick like iron and this broken cue sticking out from his arse,
it must have looked comical but I couldn't stop coming for it just poured
out of me such was the pleasure and thrill I got. That was a really great
session. I've still got those balls and use them to liven up a partner now
and then. Well it was not long after this that we left England."

   Tom then remembered that the letter had a foreign stamp on the envelope
but couldn't think of what country it had been from.

   "We went by boat," the letter continued, "and I got to know a lot of how
ships are run. Mostly by fornication. That's the genteel way of saying
fucking. They were a randy lot from the captain down and the language of
the seamen wasn't fit for the ears of the niece of a Duchess. I'll save the
story of that ship for another letter except I must tell you this bit. Did
you know that wireless operators are picked for the speed at which they can
send out messages by the telegraph key? They're fantastic! One tapped out
the whole of the national anthem on the bud of my clitoris in two minutes
while I played on his horn pipe. It was great!

   Well, anyway, we finally got there. (She never did say where but Tom
came to the conclusion by the rest of the letter that she meant India.) We
landed and were herded aboard a train and had a horrible journey inland. It
was hot! It stank, and the bloody flies, well! Millions of them! There must
have been one fly for every black and I think they all tried to board the
train at the same time. The flies I mean. I wore as little clothing as I
could though this didn't mean leaving much off with my aunt the Duchess
around. But still, with the heat, I couldn't wear any undies which meant I
then started to get flies coming up under my skirt. Bloody things, they
must have been male flies and they drove me mad. I was damn glad when we
finally got off of that train.

   But that was only to transfer to a carriage drawn by what looked like
the candidate for the next day's cooking pot. We were carried to some
palace or other, a big sprawling place that was full of carvings and such
like. Lots of servants about wearing white smock like jackets that came
down to their knees, below which they had baggy white trousers and funny
looking towels round their heads which I knew to be called turbans.

   Mind you, they were very polite, always putting their hands up together
before them as if in prayer before bowing their heads every time you spoke
to them. I don't think there was a real man amongst them! I was really
itching for one, especially after all those flies trying to have sex with
me under my skirt. My brother hadn't come with us for he had been left
behind in England and I wondered what he was doing for sex?

   Well I was treated like a queen in this palace of the Rajah, or whatever
he was, and me being there without a consort. There were so many servants
about the place at all times that I couldn't even play with myself. A
female servant even had a cot in my room with just a gauzy thing draped
down to curtain her alcove off from my room space. When in bed, I only had
to move slightly and she was there asking if I was uncomfortable or not and
if there was anything she could get me? I felt like screaming that I wanted
a big fucking cock! I was getting really desperate.

   There was only one place I found that I could touch myself without them
knowing and that was in the bath. Though this was a bath that you'd never
imagine for it was a huge sunken thing in a room all of its own. There in
the middle, all tiled and filled with lots of hot water and all kinds of
bottles of scents and perfumes along the sides. The girls would undress me
and I would walk down these steps, yes, steps, into this hot scented water
and settle myself down with the water covering my shoulders.

   I managed to knock one of these bottle off the edge into the water and
hide it in my hand and while they let me soak for awhile, I would use this
bottle, ramming it up into myself trying to imagine that it was some big
cock that was fucking me but it wasn't any use. The place, the constant
attendants, the furtiveness of it all made it impossible for me to come let
alone get excited under these conditions.

   Then after my soaking, two girls would get into this huge bath as well
and begin to wash me. After this, I would be helped to stand by this pool,
well it was big enough to swim in, and they would dry me with big massive
towels. Then I would lie down on a table and have oils and scents rubbed
into my body. This excited me when they rubbed my tits and the insides of
my thighs but I still didn't get any relief. At least Mafeking got relieved
but not me.

   Well I did eventually.

   The colonel of the garrison nearby sometimes visited the palace and I
overheard that their annual regimental dinner was soon and he invited the
Rajah, or whatever he was, to attend with his guests. My aunt, the Duchess,
started to make her apologies but I jumped in quick and thanked the colonel
very much and said that we would be delighted to come. I was going to come
one way or another. Aunt protested but she got over-ruled for a change and
soon the big night came. Was or was I not excited? I hadn't had a man for
weeks let alone see a real one in the flesh for the same period of time.

   It was a Scot's regiment and in spite of the heat, were still wearing
full regimental mess kit. They must have been bloody uncomfortable in that
humid atmosphere in spite of the ceiling fans being wafted backwards and
forwards overhead. I put on the lowest neckline dress that I had and that
was all, apart from my shoes. The evening was hot and in spite of this, I
put on a shawl to cover my bare shoulders and also so that my aunt couldn't
see just how low the neckline was and at how much tit I was showing. I took
the shawl off when we arrived but it was then too late for her to say or do
anything about it. I knew I would get it in the neck later when we would
return to our apartment, but I didn't care for there were men there.

   There must have been at least fifteen other women there, wives and what
have you but I know that I was the prettiest. Aunt and I were escorted into
a large room where everybody was gathering together for drinks before
dinner would be announced. You could hear the gasps from these women when
my low cut dress was seen as the air suddenly became electrified.

   I became a magnet but one with two different poles. One attracting the
men and the other repelled the women. I could see the women's heads getting
together whilst looking at me knowing that it was I that was being
discussed. There must have been around forty officers in that room and the
whole time I was in there, I must have had at least half of them around all
that time. My glass wasn't allowed to stay empty, and the questions!
Heavens above! They never stopped coming and though some of them were
suggestive, I couldn't really reply or take them up.

   The room, when I got a chance to look around was quite colourful. The
regimental battle flags were draped all over the walls, the men in their
bright coloured jackets above their tartan kilts. It was a shock at first
to see men dressed like this and showing off their knees but after several
minutes it looked almost natural and went with the atmosphere of the place.

   Somebody must have given out a signal that dinner was ready because
everybody suddenly started shuffling about and ladies were being collected
from their chairs around the walls. A red faced man stamped to attention in
front of me, really startling me and stammered out that he was to be my
escort into dinner. Captain something or another for I didn't quite catch
it with his accent as he bowed first and then offered me his arm. It was so
old fashioned that I nearly laughed but I played the game and I curtsied
deeply, staying down longer than is proper so that he got a bloody good
eyeful of my tits nearly falling out over his boots. I came up with a smile
on my face and you should have seen his! I nearly spoilt it by laughing. It
was redder than his tunic and I don't think he'd seen a proper woman for
years. I had moved forward slightly when I came up from my curtsey for my
tits were then almost under his nose as I turned and took his arm to let
him lead me into dinner.

   It was a sumptuous feast and I don't think I could put a name to any of
the dishes that were served up. But before this, we were seated and a piper
came in and paraded round the massively long table leading two waiters
bearing a loaded tray that was eventually placed up near the top. Then
everybody got stuck in to eat and all the time we were stuffing ourselves,
two poor sods in that heat had to keep playing on their pipes. Funnily
enough, it didn't sound so bad for I normally can't stand the wailing of
them.

   I was sat quite a way down the table for I was really a nobody. The
Rajah, or whatever his name was, was at the top, the Duchess, my aunt,
quite close to where he sat. Some old bag was on the other side of the
captain that escorted me and was sitting on my right and I had a young
subaltern seated to my left. I played the very devil with that young
lad. In fact I had both of them in one hell of a state before dinner was
halfway through, rubbing my legs against theirs etc.

   The captain almost jumped out of his skin when I slid my hand into his
lap and touched his cock. I'd put my hand under his kilt and sporran, you
know, that funny furry lap bag they wear. Then I drew his hand to put it on
the inside of my thigh. He had a problem eating as I held it there trapped
between my legs. The young lad on my left would be telling his story for
years I should think. I'd put my hand on his knee and slowly dragged my
fingertips up his leg till his kilt was bunched up at his lap. His face was
red as he reached out and clutched his wine glass.

   I waited until he had a mouthful and then grabbed his prick! They don't
wear anything under their kilts, well, not in that hot weather anyway. I
grabbed his cock which was standing up to the salute and he choked on his
wine as I expected. He spluttered it everywhere and tried to wipe his mouth
with a napkin as he apologised to those at the table. There were smirks on
the faces of the other officers having guessed by looking at my innocent
face of what had happened beneath the table. The subaltern's face must have
shown it as well, for, even though it was hot in the room, his face was
pouring with sweat as I played with his cock. He wiped his face with his
napkin, but the sweat continued to break out on his forehead and another
officer passed him a clean one saying it looked as if he needed some
relief. This lower end of the table which was nearly all men, exploded into
laughter which caused the heads of those at the other end of the table to
look down at us.

   I brought his ordeal to an end by working my hand furiously till I felt
the throbbing spasms as he shot his load out under the table. I passed him
my napkin which he dabbed his lips with it first before whipping it down
below the top of the table.

   Thank you, he said, looking at me for the first time since I'd taken him
in hand. My pleasure, I replied, giving him a sweet smile.

   Dinner came to an end and we were treated to another round the table
trip by the pipers before we were led back out into that other hall for
some more drinks, though these being a bit more on the stronger side.

   A space was cleared in the center of the floor and we were treated to a
display of their sword dance or whatever it's called. You know, where they
put down two swords crossed and then dance on almost tip toes between the
blades. Stepping lightly over them and moving up and down in little
hops. The dance I wanted was on a bed where the man moved in and out.

   Drinks were going down fast and the party started getting rougher and
some of the officers were now passing out. Standing there one minute and
then keeling over the next, out cold onto the floor. There were cheers at
this and some of them would grab the poor unfortunate by the heels and drag
him away. Where they dumped them, I don't know.

   The I spied my aunt giving out her goodbye speech and as I've seen it so
often I was able to recognise it from the other end of the hall. Christ, I
said to the captain, she's going already and the party's only just
beginning. Get me out of here and tell her that I was feeling unwell and
have already been taken home. He rapped out an order to someone and a small
crowd of them hustled me out of sight into another room off of the big
hall. Sweet memories Tom, for it was the billiards room. I clapped my hands
in delight and one of the junior officers asked if I ever played billiards
to which I said no but have often played another game in a billiard room.

   Two officers came sliding into the room with their arms full of
champagne bottles, big ones and not like the little things that they serve
you in restaurants nowadays. Iced as well. Whiskey too had been brought in
and these were opened also as champagne corks popped for the fizz to spew
out over hands and glasses. A full glass was passed across to me and it was
lovely and cold to the touch.

   It's bloody hot in here, I cried out and poured the full glass down
between my tits. They roared out loud with laughter at this as they slapped
each other's backs. Some wag grabbed another bottle and poured it over
another fellows head who then pretended he was under a shower and started
rubbing the stuff under his arms. Everybody was laughing and drinking and a
fresh glass was put into my hand which tasted good after the dinner
wines. I saw one of the younger officer's whisper into the captain's ear
and he came over to me wavering slightly.

   All's clear ma-am. Your aunt muttered some threats but she has
departed. Bugler! He called. Where's the bloody lad! A young ensign wavered
up. Where's your bugle? I didn't bring it into the mess sir. Well pretend
you have and sound the call to arms. The ensign was helped up onto a table
where he wobbled a bit until he got his balance and put his fist to his
mouth and trumpeted out the call to arms.

   The other officers and there must have been about twenty of them in the
long billiard room knew just what to do for there was a mad scurrying about
as they pushed all the furniture up to the walls including the massive and
heavy billiard table. With all the chairs and the like up around the walls
it left a big clear space running the whole length of the room.

   The champagne and whisky were placed on the massive mantle above the
fire place and it must have been at least three feet wide. I also was
helped up onto this ledge along with their glasses of drinks. A couple of
hands had a quick feel of me as I was helped up there and a full glass of
champagne was passed to me and as I reached down for it, one of my straps
came loose and my tit on that side popped out of my dress front. A big roar
went up as I struggled up onto my feet and pulled my arm free from the
strap so that my arm was bare to my waist and this one tit standing out
proud. I bent forward and dipped the nipple into my full glass and then
raised up the glass and drank it straight down. The cheers rang out and the
captain had to really shout to be heard to call them to order and shouted
out to me what the name of the game they were about to play was called. But
in the general hubbub, I didn't catch it.

   The officers split up into two teams and a stuffed ball was thrown into
the middle of the floor and it appeared that the idea was to get this ball
down to the wall at the opposing end of the room. The men stripped of their
jackets, those still wearing them, as they lined up at the wall at each
end.

   Will you give the word to start ma-am, the captain called out to
me. What do the winners get? I asked. Nothing ma-am. Nonsense, I
cried. There must be a prize, and I raised my voice to a shout. There will
be a prize for the winners, and I put my hand up under my exposed tit and
pushed it up. The prize for the winners, is, I gave a pause before I
shouted out, Me! Now go!

   With a great roar, the two sides hurled themselves forward and what a
crashing sound they made when the met in the middle! My God, it was a
battle royal! There were no rules that I could see as they just piled into
one another. Fist and boots flying as they scrambled for this stuffed
ball. A kilt came flying out from this melee. It was a wavering seething
mass of bodies and limbs which suddenly shifted about halfway down the
length of the room.

   I was jumping up and down at the sight of all those big men fighting for
me. My other shoulder strap came loose and the top half of my dress now
fell down to my waist, the belt at my waist preventing it from falling down
completely. Now both of my tits were out and bouncing about as I jumped up
and down in the excitement of the fight and it must have distracted some of
them because the whole mass of men suddenly moved again back towards the
other end of the room. They came surging past me, trampling over those that
had fallen in the first clash leaving two piles of bodies accounting for
nearly half of those that had started.

   The was a sudden flurry and the mob moved even closer to the wall and
there were shouts of triumph as they got near but they were premature
because with a rallying cry they were halted a few feet away from their
goal. Those defending and with their backs almost up to the wall heaved and
a tumbling mass came roaring down the room carrying along those that had
staggered to their feet. Again, with a growing roar, they swept past me
stumbling across bodies stretched out and hurled what was left of the
opposing team into the far wall with a huge crash.

   I was screaming with delight at seeing this magnificent charge and of
the fighting as the stuffed ball was held up against the wall. The gallant
captain who was in charge of the winners led what was left of his band to
stand down there in front of me. I had refilled my glass and lifted it
high, my breasts standing up high with my uplifted arm. A toast, I cried. A
toast to the victors and a toast to the valiant losers. I drank it down and
tossed the glass out to be caught by one of them as I spread my arms out
wide. And for the victors, I cried, the prize, and I launched myself out at
them off that wide mantle piece. They caught me before I hit the floor and
lucky I was that they did for it was something I would never have done
sober.

   Seven men caught me for that was all that was left standing out of
forty, well there were a couple of the losing side but they turned their
attention to their wounded comrades. They also had the task of dragging the
unconscious bodies out into the next room being told to fuck off to let the
winners enjoy their prize.

   I was in seventh heaven Tom, for weeks I'd dreamed of men and that night
I had forty of them fighting for me and now I was left with the magnificent
seven. When I had landed among them from my leap into their arms, they all
had a good feel of my tits and now it was it was getting to the time for
the pay off.

  With the floor being cleared of the losers and unconscious winners, I was
getting excited as they began to argue as to who was going to be the first
to sample my favours, read that as getting to fuck me. The only thing they
could agree on was that it should be me to make the choice of the order
they would service me in. So I said how about some skill with billiard
balls and there were a few groans at this as one said, what rank he was,
you couldn't tell now as half of them had lost their shirts and two without
kilts. He said that would mean the best player would win and be first.

   Not with the game I've got in mind, I replied. This one you've never
played before and anyone one of you can win. I'd remembered about the two
little plastic balls and thought a variation on this would be a good idea
for the contest.

   Fetch out a flat table, I cried, and put one end against the wall. They
quickly dragged one over and rammed it against a wall and it was perfect
for it was about six foot by four wide. Fine, I said, help me up, and so
they got me up onto the table and I stood there with my hands on my hips,
my tits up and proud for them to see. Now each get a coloured billiard ball
for themselves and two white ones for me. I knew my billiards and that
there are seven colours including red but excluding the white so that they
would all have a different one. They came back with them. Now, I said,
colour by rank. Black to the senior, pink to the next and so on and I'll
have the two white ones. They soon sorted out their ranks and colours and
stood waiting for my next order.

   Now that you gentlemen have balls, and when the roaring laughter
subsided, I carried on speaking. Let's have something to shoot the balls
with. One officer started to move over to the cue rack on another
wall. Stupid fucker I shouted out at him. You've got your own fucking cues
between your legs. I hope, I added.

   They shouted and laughed and the kilts came off those that were still
wearing them for me to see that their cock cues were at the ready. There
was laughter among them and shouting at each other. Hey Jock, your cues
bent. It'll go round corners! They laughed and made fun of each other until
I held up my arms. Now you can see the pocket to aim at, I said as I undid
the belt at my waist and let my dress fall to my feet and kicked it away
and opened my legs wide for them see. There were cries of delight as I
moved to the back end of the table and sat down with my back to the wall
and spread my legs wide apart for them to see my sex. They could see it
quite clearly for I knew that the lips were wide open and would be
glistening for I was already wet in the anticipation of very shortly being
fucked by all seven of them. I dare not touch myself for I knew I would
have come there and then and made a mess of the table and the balls would
probably have got stuck.

   Well I placed the two white balls in line about a foot away from the
target and about six inches apart. Now, I cried, Black first and you
mustn't hit the white balls but must sail straight in but can bounce off my
legs. No hands remember, it's your prick that are the cues.

   It was hilarious. The captain put his black ball down on the edge of the
table, his prick up hard and jutting out from his thighs. He put the tip of
it close to the ball and eased his bum back and then thrust forward and
struck the ball. It moved up the table but at an angle and didn't even
reach my legs before falling off the edge of the table. The others howled
their delight as the pink ball was placed down. This man was so excited
that when he thrust his hips forward, he didn't hit the ball at all but
stubbed the end of his prick against the table's edge. The jolt to the
table made the ball roll sideways and fell as he howled with the pain as
the others howled with laughter. I cried out that if a ball stayed on the
table, it was to remain where it finished up.

   The blue only just reached the side of my leg and the green did well but
touched a white ball and rolled next to the blue. The brown scarcely moved
off the line and it sure was a funny sight to see these upholders of the
British Empire using their cocks to bat balls down a table at a nice juicy
fanny. The yellow rolled halfway down and stopped and it was left to a
young subaltern I think with the red ball. There were four balls on the
table when his prick hit the red one and sent it up the table at an
angle. It hit the yellow and rolled off the edge, but the yellow ball kept
rolling and neatly passed the two white balls and gently kissed my lips.

   Groans met this result from the losers while the winner jumped with joy,
his cock really bouncing and hoped that the violent movement wouldn't start
him coming before I'd had it inside me. He wasn't a tall lad but his cock
was big enough for me and I jumped off the table and threw my arms round
his neck. Now sort out the order as I get to give the winner his prize of
being the first one of you to fuck me. You won't be disappointed for I've
got lots of time to make up by missing such fine cocks as yours.

   I had a ball Tom, or should I say a lot of balls smacking my arse that
night as I dragged the young man to a sofa off to one side. I'll only
describe the first one as the rest that followed was just fuck, fuck, fuck
and more fucking fucking. We pulled the cushions onto the floor and I fell
on them on my back and opened my legs wide to take the first one. My arse
was up on two cushions so that my sex was wide open for them all to see and
was just waiting and almost begging to be filled with a big erection. God,
did I need it. I had a burning itch deep within myself and after the
excitement of them men fighting and then the ball game, well I was then
more than ready.

   I pulled him down so that he dropped between my legs, his prick standing
out fearlessly in front of him. Now, I begged and pulled him down onto me
and felt his big cock slide up the juices that were already seeping out of
me and felt him slide in and fill me with what I had been waiting so long
for. I was so wet he slid in without a tremor and I was transported to
heaven and clamped him tight with my legs as he began to move and fuck
me. My cunny was like Mother Nature in abhorring a vacuum and welcomed that
thick throbbing prick inside my empty cavern and urged him on to fill me
with his seed.

   I savaged him, that first one. I bit and clawed him and drove him wild
so great was my need. We were oblivious of the other six watching and
urging us on as we churned around on the cushions. I felt his cock began to
expand and he came inside me as if in flood as he pumped his hips tight up
to me, grinding himself against me. It had only taken him a minute or so
and I gave out a small cry as he pulled out but he was quickly replaced by
the next in line to fill me again as I begged for my release. To spend the
energy that had been building up for the last few weeks and it was this
second prick that opened the flood gates for me. I came with such force and
abandonment that I thrashed about with a delirious joy, oh the ecstasy of
the relief and freedom I felt then. My head was whirling as in some
fantastic dream. I had pricks as hard as iron everywhere, inside me,
touching me, surrounding me. Everywhere I turned my head I could see the
men standing or kneeling down around me holding their cocks. Big ones,
short ones, fat ones and thin ones, some straight and some crooked. All
standing out in homage to me with the balls hanging below them. Balls! I
was also seeing balls everywhere and all different colours and of different
sizes.

   I think at one stage I pleased five men at once for I seemed to recall
lying back on one man who had his cock up my arse. Another was between my
legs fucking me up the front and with my head to one side, I had this red
haired man's prick in my mouth. With my arms flung back, I had a prick in
each hand and we all moved together. I believe I had an orgasm as one came
inside my cunny as the other shot his load up my backside. My mouth was
filled with the semen of the red haired one and I had the other two send
their coming all over my face and arms.

    What a night that was! How many I had and how many times I came, I just
cannot remember, but it was a night I'll never forget. I think that there
were only three men left standing when we finally came to a finish as it
was almost dawn.

   They found my dress for me and fortunately found that I hadn't torn it
and they helped me into it, still touching me up the randy bastards. With
the last one pushing my tits back inside I was almost ready to strip off
again, but they said that they had to get me back to the palace before it
was light. The three of them managed to find uniforms of sorts to wear and
they escorted me back.

   I managed to get back to my apartments where the servants ran around
like wild things coming back so late with it now being daylight as I must
have looked like a really fucked whore. They twitted around and got me
undressed and into that bloody great pool they call a bath where they
washed and scrubbed me, hair and all. Then out and was dried and bustled
over to a couch and made to lie down and they began to massage me all
over. Oils, creams and sweet smelling lotions two of them worked into my
skin while another two worked on my hair.

   I found out that they had covered up for me when my aunt had got back by
saying that I had retired for the night, not feeling too well and was not
to be disturbed until the morning. Now they were trying their best to make
me look as though I had spent the whole night sleeping and looking
refreshed from the rest.

   Well they succeeded with my outward appearance for my aunt looked in
shortly after they had finished and was just being served up with some
breakfast. She enquired if I had slept well and if I was feeling better
now, saying that I looked better for the early night's sleep. I really felt
lousy. The sexual relief and feeling had passed after the servants pounding
and pummelling just leaving me with the after taste of wine and champagne
taken to excess. My aunt said that she was pleased that I was now feeling
better because a special guest was expected to visit the palace and we were
to look our best that evening when he was due to arrive.

   The palace was in an uproar all day in making preparations for the
visitor. I didn't know who was coming and I didn't bother to ask for I was
just thankful that nobody bothered me and I was able to disappear for some
time to catch up on my beauty sleep.

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