Chapter 1 - The Book of Jess The rain picks up as you rush up to find a
way inside the seemingly condemned building. You were new to the area, although
your husband wasn't. It was his hometown, a hick town really. Your closest
neighbour is a mile down the road. You told your husband you were to make a trek
down the road to meet the neighbour. So you had thought a walk down the road was
in order not only to situate yourself, but to also really get to know the
nuances of the bumpy dirt road (and possibly lose a few bounds). However it only
appeared to complicate things and ruin your leather pocketbook. You feel a
sudden sense of urgency as you fumble along the outside of the sad looking grey
building. After tripping, you pick yourself up and look at what you had tripped
on. A rock. You laugh because you thought you fell over a skull or gun or
something. You look more widely at the scene now and convince yourself that the
whole situation of being lost in a town foreign to you doesn't mean you're going
to end up in a horror film plot. You pleasure yourself after brushing the dirt
of you as best you can by looking at the trees hidden in the light mist off to
the side of the building. After regaining your composure you continue your
search for a way into the building. A-ha! A bulkhead. You rush toward it and it
opens easily. You expect it to squeak loudly, but it doesn't. You cover your
face with your arms as you expect the thick cobwebs that build up in bulkheads
to engulf you, but there aren't any. In fact, there is a light on inside the
basement, swaying back in forth slowly. It's a small basement, probably because
of the age of the house. There's these little shell shaped mushrooms growing all
over the rocky floor. There is a well worn path through the mushrooms to a
staircase. Also, there is a window at the far corner of one of the walls. You
glance out of it... still raining. You climb up a flight of crickity old stairs
to a red door. You push and pull until it comes loose. "Who are you?" asks a
very started man wearing a bathrobe holding a tube of K-Y jelly. "Oh God, I'm so
sorry. I was out in the rain and I thought this was an empty house so I could
stay dry and...," you ramble. "Alright, alright...", the man says briskly. A
woman walks in completely nude. "Tom? Oh, Tom, did you find them they're just
under the... Mmmmm, who's the redhead?" "I dunno, she just walked in," Tom says
with a sense of appeal, "and I think she won't want to leave until we give her
'The Tour.'" "A tour, this house isn't really much to look at, umm...," you look
over to the woman, "Why aren't you wearing anything?" "Well, this isn't your
house is it? I always walk around in the buff, don't I Tom?" "Well, I wouldn't
know. I'm not your husband, am I Sheryl?" You don't know what's going on and
being slightly frightened you turn away when Tom grabs you and says, "You aren't
leaving until you have 'The Tour.'" You are suddenly blindfolded from behind and
pushed into another room. You struggle as best you can but your 5'8" frame is
being easily overpowered. Chapter 2 - The Games Begin You are un-blindfolded and
very naked. You don't know for how long you've been strapped to the chair, but
the fact that your butt's asleep makes it apparent you've been kept in place
long enough for the storm to have passed. But you're not going home anytime
soon. A rather attractive, tall woman with dirty blond hair cut level with her
ears steps out of a crowd of naked people in front of you. A remarkably large
crowd of people in such a small room. The woman, also naked, is holding a piece
of paper and seems like she is about to address you and make a speech but keeps
turning around, jabbing her finger into the document as if something hadn't been
completely worked out yet. A much shorter woman with long brown hair past ass
and ridiculously huge breasts seems to be arguing some important point. Finally
the blonde faces you, sighing as if she hadn't had her way and begins: "Miss
Jess, the leaders of this association cannot allow the knowledge of this place
beyond its respective members. So, unless you feel the need to deny
membership... we will have to... kill you. I'm sorry, but I wanted you to just
be let go with an apology, but this is what has been decided. So, what is your
will" You, obviously choose life over death, so you say you want to be a member.
"Very well then, Miss Jess. You are accepted. If it weren't for your looks, we
probably wouldn't have given you the option of membership. Anyway, we're glad to
have you on board." "What is this association exactly? Although I have some
idea..." "We conduct and participate in broadening the sexual horizons of
couples by setting up enormous orgies... for a fee. Not for the members, of
course, but for the couples. This is why we have to keep our whereabouts under
wraps. The couples become members, some are here today even. You will be paid a
sum based on how many people you sleep with or as to what activities you arrange
yourself to be in." "Uh, alright. I guess this isn't so bad after all," you say
with hesitation. "Good, Miss Jess," says a tall man moving into the front of the
crowd, "then I suppose you wouldn't mind giving me a blow job in front of all
these wonderful people." You straighten up in your bindings and start saying,
"Oh please, I don't," when the man signals for your silence. "Remember what you
agreed to, there is a second option," he says. You agree to give him a blow job
and he unties you without making any eye contact. You eye his package and are
amazed by the size of his penis. Your husband's is large, measuring at around 7
or 8 inches. But you are astounded. He points the floor. You slide off the chair
and kneel on the carpeted floor. You already feel the roughness of the carpet
violently dig into your knees. His penis is about level with the top of your
head, so he orders the onlookers for some pillows. You breathe a sigh of relief.
Now your knees won't get rug burn. But the man lays down on the floor with the
pillows stuffed behind his head. "Miss Jess, I would like to make a slight
change in my request," he says loosely, waving his hand about like a pompous
king. "Miss Jess, not only will you DEEP throat me, but you will ride me facing
away from me so that I will cum 8 times." You drop your jaw at this ludicrous
request. Contrary, the crowd applauds the man's request and they cheer him on.
You still don't even know his name. "Please sir I beg you, please," you beg
(ironically already on your knees.) "Say no more, I understand... You still want
to die. Okay, grab her and..." the man says, sitting up and turning red in rage.
"No, please, I just... I'll do whatever you say." "This is the last time you
will talk back to me. We are not masochists here and we do not spank. We punish
through pleasure. Bring me to orgasm 12 times and I just might forgive you," the
man says with a deepening grin on his face. You almost retort that a man cannot
cum that many times in one session, but you keep quiet. You slide over to where
he has just laid down again. You begin to lick the head of his dick when he
grabs your head and forces it down upon him. You take in more than you can
manage and you begin to gag as you feel his dick curl down into your throat. You
try to relax as best you can and begin to lift your head up. Again his hand
comes crashing down on your head, forcing yourself upon him. He instructs you to
lick his sac. You do just that and he cums in you. You find yourself trying to
swallow something that isn't there since he came right down your throat. The
crowd, having cheered every moment along the way, is now in an absolute uproar.
Hmmm, you think. This guy doesn't last long. You throw your leg over him and
straddle him, remembering to face away. You sit on his dong and find it slips in
easily. You find that all this excitement denied you the chance to realize how
truly wet you'd become. You start grinding your hips on top of him and find he
is cumming inside you already. So you immediately begin bouncing rapidly on top
of him, looking behind you and seeing that he is in a state of ecstasy. His cum
is just leaking out of you now. A girl, maybe 11 or 12, comes rushing out of the
yelling crowd and starts lapping up the cum. You begin grinding your hips again,
this time reclining onto his chest so the girl can have easier access to the
man's sticky groin. "Oh, what a good little daughter you are. Where's your aunt?
Tanya?!" A very thin woman with pulled back black hair and breasts that jut out
like cones emerges energetically from the crowd. She isn't very shapely, but you
find yourself strangely attracted to her. Her tells you to turn around while she
sits on the man's face. She begins kissing you once you have rotated on the
man's dick. The girl behind you is licking your asshole furiously, her tongue
darting in at times. The woman in front of you sucks your breasts leaving large
splotches of saliva on and around your aureoles. The man, who comes now for what
could now be the 8th or 9th time easily, seems to be more engaged with the woman
he is pleasuring with his tongue. Speaking of tongues, the one at your ass is
replaced by a penis. You turn around and see that it is Tom, still wearing that
damned robe. He gives you a mock salute and works his dick into your butthole.
He eases it in about half way with is hand steadying it, then just pushes in.
You cum so hard that the shaking you create from it forces Tom and the man
you're fucking to cum. Tom is now fucking your ass, slowly, but with dire
persistence and strength as he braces himself by grabbing your hips. His cumming
earlier helped lube your ass up just enough that he could steadily pump you. The
man beneath you starts to buck and push up against you. The girl is gone, but
the woman isn't. She Frenches you and massages your breasts and flicks your
nipples with her nails. The blonde woman yells to the participants in the
foursome to stop, now that the 12th cum had occurred, apparently she had been
counting. You feel so worn out and it is obvious to the members too, so you are
escorted to bed by the blonde who on the way tells you to bend over. She then
proceeds to lick your ass and cunt, cleaning the cum out. "Wouldn't want to put
you to bed without a bath" End of Part One
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