"What is this?" I asked, still hidden in the darkness of the hood. Neither one answered me, and the others being seated around the table ignored my question as well. Where was Brad? Why wasn’t he here next to me?
"You’re in good hands, Joni." His voice was reassuring from across the room. "Just relax."
"Hold on here," said James, taking my hand and placing it on a large rope. "There’s one on the other side too. It’s like a swing."
"Oh." I reached into the air with my other hand and found the cord. Someone pushed the remote again and the cord moved up until the leather straps fell against my upper thighs and buttocks. Johnny and James quickly adjusted everything and hit the remote again until my body was pulled up off the floor. I squealed and grabbed the cords tighter, afraid I was going to fall.
"Let her get adjusted to it a moment before you move her again," instructed Brad from somewhere nearby. I heard his chair move and he was at my side.
"You’re safe," he explained quietly. "You can actually lean back into... here... do you feel these straps here across your back."
I followed his guidance and leaned back into the swing. It was actually quite comfortable once I relaxed.
"There you go." His voice was so encouraging.
"She looks good enough to eat," laughed Warren. A few others chuckled and then I was suddenly propelled forward. "Watch your glass, Marsha."
I actually felt the back of Warren’s chair before I felt his mouth between my legs.
"Oh my God!" I cried out as he pretended to be a starved man feasting between my legs. His noises were obviously exaggerated for the amusement of his guests who laughed loudly. But his tongue buried itself inside of me as I squealed. I instinctively tightened my legs as he pressed the butt plug in and out a few inches. It thought certain I would come if he would just continue licking my clit.
"Oh, you like that, you little wench," growled Warren between my legs. "Why do you pretend you don’t."
"All right, enough," complained Marsha. "I want to eat."
"You want to eat Joni?" asked Warren, turning my swing around in the other direction.
"Thank you, no," replied Marsha. "The veal will be enough for now."
I was moved backward and stopped suddenly so that I swung for a few moments and then hung suspended in air. The others went about eating their dinner and ignoring me. I heard Allison answer one of Troy’s questions, so I knew that she was somewhere at the table. After several minutes, I was starting to drift off when the swing was jerked sideways.
"Bridget would you remove that tail from Joni?" asked Brad. "I think it’s been in long enough."
I’m sure my face was red beneath the hood at the thought of her pulling it out in front of everyone in the room. However, the others just seemed to keep talking and no attention was paid to us. Bridget gently removed it and wiped the lubrication away with a wet cloth. I almost missed the sensation of it being there.
"Oh, I have an idea for dessert," said Marsha. "Give me that thing."
The swing suddenly moved forward and then sideways until my foot hit Marsha’s chair. The swing then turned sideways until he nails ran up the inside of my thighs.
"Here we go. Pass me that bowl of strawberries. Too bad she has all this hair"
She pushed two or three of them up inside of my pussy and then took a can of whip cream and sprayed in up inside.
"Okay, who wants dessert?"
"I do!" yelled Troy, Peter, and Barbara in unison. Everyone laughed. The swing moved forward and suddenly a mouth was dining on the strawberries and whip cream Marsha had designed.
"Mmm mmm, good." Troy bit at the inside of my thighs as he chewed the strawberries. It tickled so much I started to giggle. He started to put his finger in to find the last strawberry, but Marsha stopped him.
"No, no... you can only use your tongue."
"I can’t reach it." He sucked and poked with his tongue until finally I tried to expel it with my own vaginal muscles and he got it.
Everyone cheered as my chair went back to Marsha and she reloaded new strawberries and whip cream. This time she sprayed a line of it from my pussy to my ass and sent the chair over to next person.
"Oh yum," said Barbara, licking the line of whip cream. He tongue teased my anus until I squirmed.
"Oh, make her dance," cried Warren. "I love to watch her squirm."
Barbara retrieved the strawberries and licked at my clit until I begged her not to stop. I was learning that was almost always a certain end to any pleasure I was receiving. The chair was once again propelled back to Marsha who put more strawberries and whip cream inside me for the eating.
"Who’s next?
"Here... here," cried Peter, and the chair moved sideways. "You take that end, and I’ll take this one." Peter buried his face between my legs and Gretchen licked at my ass.
"Oh God," I moaned, as the two of them licked. I bit my lip, trying not to beg them for more, certain that they would stop if I did. I was so close. So close. I squeezed my legs around Peter’s head and he pulled away laughing.
"Oh, those are ripe berries."
The swing moved again and I was back in front of Marsha. "Okay, this is the last of the strawberries. Who’s last?"
"I think I’ll let Miranda have some," said Warren. The chair moved sideways again and was then lowered until my toes barely touched the floor. Miranda was kneeling in front of me and began to lick the whip cream. She teased me, slowly licking and then chewing a bit of the strawberry, taking her time with me.
She spent a lot of time licking between my ass and pussy until I was begging her not to stop. My chair moved back slowly until I was sitting on Warren’s lap. His cock was hard and pressed again my buttocks as I was lowered down onto him. Miranda crawled along, never losing touch with my clit.
"Isn’t she a good eater," purred Warren in my ears.
"Oh yes," I cried. "So good."
Miranda was digging around in my pussy for the last strawberry and finally go it. She chewed it while keeping her lips against my clit.
"Oh dear," whispered Warren, caressing my breast and pinching the nipple. "That was the last strawberry."
"Please don’t let her stop," I begged.
"You want to come, Joni?"
"Oh God, yes," I moaned, stroking Miranda’s hair and urging her to continue to lick.
"Do you want to give me a little of that tight ass of yours for a big juicy orgasm?"
"It’ll hurt," I whimpered.
"It doesn’t have to, Joni," assured Warren. "You can control the whole thing. I’ll just sit here. Take as much time as you need."
Miranda brought me close with her mouth and then stopped. I was lost in the darkness without her tongue.
"Bridget," instructed Warren. "Hand Joni a condom and bottle of lube. Let’s see how badly she wants to come."
What could I do with a condom in my complete darkness? When Bridget put it in my hands, I wasn’t sure. Miranda sucked my clit with promise and then stopped, reminding me what I had to do to get my release. I reached beneath me until I felt his cock and laid it over the tip and rolled it down the shaft. Bridget put the bottle of lube in my hand and I squeezed it into the palm of my hand and ran it over his cock. It seemed much too large to go in without pain. I rubbed the remained over my ass as she took the bottle away.
I raised myself up until his cock was pressed against my anus. When I tried to sit down on it nothing happened.
"Just relax," encouraged Warren. "You have to want it to go in. I’ll keep it there," he said, holding his cock. "Just let yourself take it in."
I gripped the arms of his chair and tried to relax on top of him. Miranda began to lick again between my legs. The head of his cock pressed inside as I moved gently up and down on top of him. I couldn’t believe that it actually felt good.
"Oh God, yes," I moaned.
"That’s it... yes," he encouraged. "Let me have it all."
I threw my head back as his cock moved deeper inside and I sat firmly on his lap.
"Oh my God." I was more in shock that I actually had it all inside of me than of the fact it didn’t hurt.
"Now you may come on me." It was spoken like a command to both Miranda and myself. He rocked me on top of his cock as she flicked my clit with her tongue.
"Don’t stop... oh God, please don’t stop," I begged. Warren kept his promise and didn’t call Miranda off. I had forgotten that anyone else existed in room as I came, screaming and thrusting myself in the chair. Water gushed from my pussy as I came and I thought for a moment that I had peed on top of him.
"Oh my God!" I cried in my darkness. "What happened."
Warren started to growl deep in his chest as he started to come and ended in a loud primary roar as he came. His fingers dug deep into my hips as he pushed his cock in for each last lingering stroke.
"Good God!" he sigh, relaxing his grip on me. "You didn’t tell me she was a squirter, Brad."
"Seems as though you brought out the best in her." Brad was suddenly at my side, holding my hand. Warren gently pulled his cock out and Miranda had moved away as Brad lifted me from the chair. He pulled me into his arms and held me.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to be away from the others. I wanted to just disappear.
"You okay?"
I shook my head yes.
"Let’s go get you cleaned up." He unzipped the hood and pulled it off my head. Even in the dim light of the dining room, I squinted from the darkness.
The room was a complete orgy. I was surprised I hadn’t noticed the noises beforehand. Allison was straddling Troy’s chair and sitting on his cock. Walter was on his knees beneath the table and lapping between Marsha’s legs. Johnny was giving Vince another blow job while Barbara licked his balls. And Peter was fucking Mary and Luis was on the floor between Gretchen’s legs.
"Come on," said Brad, leading me out of the room.