It was not necessary for Bess to whip Boyd into following Tanya's cunt with his mouth. She did, though, and beamed down proudly at the red welts her quirt-swinging hand brought to his naked butt. So much did she enjoy beating the slobbering and whimpering Boyd that she could not stop even when Tanya was in the final position. Like a madwoman she sighed and grunted as she rained blow after blow down upon Boyd's vulnerable posterior.
Even Lucia's sharp command telling her to quit went unheard, something that had never happened before, because she greatly feared Lucia. Envied her, too. The way Lucia could master the lowly male and subjugate him to her iron will had always awed Bess. She wanted that kind of power for herself, and was now lost in rapture with the illusion that finally she had it.
"Lucia! She's making hamburger out of Boyd's rear," Faith protested. "Stop her… please."
"Dirk? Take care of it, will you, honey?" Lucia asked, nodding over to Bess.
"That's enough, Bess," Dirk said sternly, going around the table to take away her quirt before Boyd suffered permanent harm.
But Bess was too far gone. In her false feeling of omnipotence, she sneered at him and drew back her arm for another whack at Boyd. When Dirk stepped between them, preventing her blow, Bess raged and swung the quirt at him instead.
The leather thongs hit against Dirk's leather shirt, sounding as if it were a very painful blow. In reality, Dirk barely felt it. He merely shook his head and grabbed Bess' arm. She cursed loudly as he snatched the quirt from her hand. In frustration she tried to kick at his shins. A few of her ineffective kicks glanced off his shins, feeling painful enough that Dirk wanted no more of it.
He slapped her soundly across the face, then picked her up under one arm and carried her to the back of the room. With Bess fighting him tooth and nail, and raining a verbal torrent of abuse upon him, Dirk opened the bathroom door and shoved her inside. Jerking back the shower curtain, he pitched Bess into the stall, harem-girl costume and all.
"You're out of character, Bess," he said calmly. "Playing the hellcat doesn't become you in the least. Maybe this will cool you down."
With that, he turned on the cold water full blast and laughed uproariously as Bess sputtered and pushed the hair back out of her eyes. To be sure she stayed long enough in the shower, he sat down on the commode and laughingly shoved her back under the cold spray each time she tried to escape. Finally she was her old submissive self again, drenched and shivering and offering no resistance.
"Gonna behave yourself now?" asked Dirk. When she nodded agreement, he helped her out of the soaked costume and gave her a towel. Then he went back to join the party, leaving Bess as she rubbed the water out of her hair.
Things were progressing well. As Dirk came back into the orgy room, he saw that Boyd was still going at Tanya's cunt. He was bent over the table now, his butt poked out and taking another kind of beating. Harold was gruntingly indulging in the activity he loved best. His pudgy hands held Boyd's swaying hips as his dick plunged in and out of the previously virgin asshole.
Boyd didn't seem to mind. Dirk had heard him squeal once while inside the bathroom with Bess. But evidently that was over. The painful part now past, Boyd appeared to have warmed to being buggered. In fact, he at times pulled his mouth from Tanya's pussy to sigh longingly and hunch back at Harold's cock. Dirk shook his head. It was true. It takes all kinds to make a world.
And Faith. Sweet Faith. She now had few, if any, inhibitions left. She was on the table with Tanya, sitting on her shoulders and rubbing her pussy against Tanya's mouth. And Tanya wasn't fighting against it, either. She held Faith to her, her hands and fingers digging into Faith's buttocks and helping to rock the cunt back and forth over her mouth.
Two jobs kept Faith's hands jumping. For a few seconds she would cradle Tanya's head and press it tightly into her loins, then she would release the head and run her hands up the front of her body. Sighing deeply, Faith would then cup and fondle her own breasts, getting rougher and rougher until her fingers were twisting and burying into the soft globes. Last came her nipples, caught between thumb and forefinger, held captive for a second before Faith whimpered and pinched down on them with all her strength. Then, gasping and licking at her lips, Faith would drop her hands and clasp Tanya's head once more, pulling it harshly against her and groaning as she chanted, "Suck… suck… suck!"
Lucia and Buck. Where were they? A moment later he found them, more from the sounds than from sight, in a darkened corner. Lucia's leather skirt was hiked up around her waist. The bra was off entirely. Buck was the one man, other than Dirk, that Lucia accepted as her superior. She'd tried to dominate him once, but had wound up getting raped and loving every minute of it. Buck was too much man in every way for her to master.
He was again proving it to both their satisfaction at this minute. Lucia lay on her back on the floor, with Buck atop her and hunching his brown ass brutally down into her. Her mouth was locked to his, her fingers clawing at his back. Her widespread legs thrashed about and quivered each time he slammed her cunt full of thick, long, black cock.
For a moment Dirk knelt beside them and watched. Seeing Buck stroke his pole in and out of Lucia's twat always made his own penis rear up in readiness. It strained against the confines of his tight leather trousers, demanding relief, to be freed from its painful prison.
A flap of the same color and texture as the rest of the leather his trousers were made from buttoned into the pants. The buttonholes were in the pants themselves, the buttons in the removable crotch covering. It was tricky to take off the crotch gap with the pants on, but Dirk managed to undo the two buttons that lay between his balls and asshole. He sighed. They were the hardest ones to get undone. After they were loose, he could raise up the flap and reach inside to unfasten the rest of the buttons.
As he lifted the flap, his rigid organ stood hard and proud also. Taking one of his wife's hands from Buck's back, Dirk brought it to his cock and pressed her fingers around his shaft. She held it tightly and made little jerking motions as Dirk unhooked the rest of his buttons. He'd intended to crawl up beside their heads and turn Lucia's face to the side so he could put his cock into her mouth for a blowjob while Buck finished screwing her pussy.
It was no good. Before he could act, Lucia began moaning with the onset of orgasm and jerked away her hand to cup both of Buck's pistoning buttocks and help him slam his pelvis yet harder against hers. The only thing his wife could now think about was the flood of pleasure sweeping over her body. Dirk didn't dare put his organ in her mouth when she was in this condition. Not any more he didn't. He still bore scars on the shaft of his dick from the one time she'd had it in her mouth while experiencing as intense an orgasm as this one promised to be.
After coming, she would be of no use to him for several minutes, at the very least. The tension had been building within her since breakfast that morning. When she went, with Buck's big cock doing the sending, she'd be able to do nothing but lie there and quiver for some moments, not even knowing or caring where she was.
It was a beautiful sight to see her blow her mind like that, and to listen to the unearthly sounds she uttered while in the throes of such a soul-rending climax. It was coming now. Dirk sat down beside them and watched. Lucia jerked her mouth from Buck's and "Ooohed" and "Mmmmed" as her head rolled from side to side. Her eyes were shut tight to close out everything but the tide of pleasure cresting her loins. She gasped as the crest broke and flooded out through her body, going to even the tips of her fingers and toes and leaving her flesh a twitching, shuddering mass everywhere it passed.
Suddenly, she screamed out like a banshee and slapped down at the floor with the palms of her hands. The soles of her boots hit the floor at almost the same time. Feet, hands, and elbows pressed down at the carpet and Buck, big and heavy as he was, was being lifted into the air atop Lucia's slender and shuddering female body. Her head snapped back to support her arched position. Her lust-dazed eyes stared blankly at the near wall as she planted the top of her head into the carpet like an anchor.
Her hands left the floor and went under her body. Both elbows sank into the plush carpet as she palmed a buttock in each hand. Fingernails raked at the cheeks of her ass, bringing painful red welts to add to and heighten the sex pleasure on to a greater peak. Feet, elbows, and the top of her head. That, and Buck's bare toes, was all that remained on the floor as Lucia sank her teeth into Buck's brown shoulder and hurtled over the end of the world into the personality-obliterating bliss of utter orgasmic darkness.
The unearthly sounds came pouring up from Lucia's chest and throat. Some sounded like animals fighting, but not any animals that are known today. Something either out of prehistoric times or from another, and totally alien, planet. Ghostly sounds came also from deep within her, sounds so far removed from humanlike utterances that they would chill the blood of anyone not able to see what had caused them. Other sounds came, too, some common to a female in the shuddering depths of orgasm, some not near enough to familiar sounds to even permit description.
Then, sobbing at the end, Lucia threw her arms and legs up around Buck's powerful body and collapsed, with him falling atop her, rolling with her back and forth over the floor.
Dirk left them, neither Buck nor his wife ever becoming fully aware that he'd been playing the voyeur at their expense. He felt neglected. Lucia and Buck were spent for the time being. Tanya was still sucking Faith's pussy as Boyd sucked hers and took Harold's prick up his ass at the same time. The ache in his organ demanded that Dirk find some means of relief. Bess would soon be coming out of the bathroom, but she was less fun than jacking off. Sam was the only one that could really turn old weirdo Bess on to full steam. Bess would have to wait awhile longer for that long, pointed dick. Playing the host for what he thought was a long enough period, it was now time for some sex to come Dirk's way.
The one who turned him on the most was Faith. She'd been getting her cunt sucked long enough. It was now time for her to have cock, his cock. His organ standing out, his balls exposed and swaying, Dirk went to the table and stopped in front of Faith. She didn't see him. Her eyes were closed and her hands were busy trying to stuff Tanya's head up into her pussy.
What a shame to bust up such uninhibited goings on, he thought. Deciding that he could wait a little longer, Dirk reached out and took Faith's puckered brown nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. That she noticed.
Her eyes coming open and staring glassily at him, Faith mumbled, "W-what the h-hell?" It was many seconds later before she recognized who stood in front of her swaying body. "Dirk!" she said happily, glancing down at his fingers. "Yes, darling. I'm still in your hands for the duration of the party. Do it, Dirk! Do it! You know how to hurt me so good!"
Bending forward and putting their mouths together, Dirk began tightening down slowly on her nipples as he drew her tongue into his oral cavity and sucked it. Soon Faith was sighing and moaning sweetly into his mouth, telling him how wonderful her tits felt at his touch. He took her to the point where she was gasping at the intensity of pain he imparted to her nipples.
"Ummmm… Oouu," she uttered, throwing back her head and gritting her teeth to keep from screaming out. "Oh God, Dirk! Jesus… You're hurting me now, darling. I mean really hurting me. Let up for a minute, will you?"
"I'm just getting started, Faith baby," he said through a crooked smile. "When I'm finished with you, you'll know for sure whether you're a true masochist or not."
"No, Dirk… no," Faith moaned, looking askance at his leering grin.
"Here it comes, baby. Brace yourself!" Dirk hissed, then dug his fingers brutally into her soft nipples.
"Aargh! God! Oh my God! Aargh!"
It was unbearable. Faith stared uncomprehendingly at Dirk. She'd gotten the impression that any pain would stop when it ceased to be pleasurable to her. It had seemed like an unspoken agreement between them earlier. But not now… not now!
He was killing her. Brutally, his fingers bit into her tender nipples, twisting them this way and that, pulling them out and stretching them as far as the flesh could go without tearing. She couldn't stand it another minute! Not another second! "Dirk… oh shit… don't hurt me any more. Please stop… Please! I can't stand it… I can't!"
Dirk relented. He liked Faith too much to ignore her pleas. As always, he found that causing pain was no thrill for him as long as the recipient did not enjoy it. Maybe he'd been mistaken about Faith. Perhaps she was not a latent masochist at all, but merely a budding hedonist that possessed the ability to enjoy all things up to their saturation points.
"Okay, sweet stuff," he said, gazing tenderly into her frantic eyes as he let go of her swollen nipples. "You win."
As her tits fell free, Faith's eyes became even more frantic. Her face screwed up in bittersweet agony. A broken sob escaped her twitching mouth.
"What's the matter, baby? What's wrong?"
"Oh, Dirk! Sweet Dirk!" Faith exclaimed loudly. She looked into his concerned eyes and smiled a pain-racked smile. "That was wonderful… simply marvelous."
"I thought you didn't like it."
"Me too. That's what I thought too, Dirk. Then, when you so suddenly turned loose… Mmmm! It was even better going back down than it was coming up!"
"Yeah. Okay, baby. I've got you pegged now. Want me to do it again?"
"No! Oh God, but they're gonna be sore as hell now."
"You can call the shots. When you say quit, I'll do it from now on."
"Really? Are you sure, Dirk? You'll stop the instant I ask you, to?"
"Promise."
"Well… In that case. Lift me off of here. There's something else I'd like to try."
Dirk grinned. "Yep. Just as I thought. A budding hedonist."
"A budding what?" Faith asked, putting her arms around Dirk as he lifted her from Tanya's mouth and shoulders.
"Ask me next week sometime. I'm not in the mood to play dictionary right now," Dirk replied, looking hotly into Faith's eyes as he stepped back from the table and let her soft body slide down his.
"Mmmm! That leather!"
"You like the feel of it on your skin?"
"And how," she said. "I'm going to get me an outfit made from leather and wear it around the house all the time!"
"It'll lose its thrill for you if you do that. Over exposure. Too much of a good thing, you know what I mean."
"I dunno, Daddy," she cooed, rubbing sensually against him. "Can you get too much of a good thing? Really?"
"Want me to pinch your tits?"
"No!"
"Get the point?"
"Okay… I get the point, all right. In fact, I think I'm getting another point," she said, opening her legs to rise on tiptoes and squeeze Dirk's prick between her soft thighs.
"You want that point, baby?"
"Mmm, yes. But not right now. Oh, Dirk, don't be hurt. I just damn near love you, honey. I'll take your point later, and you can be sure it'll be well taken. There's something else I want you to do to me first. That's all."
"Name it, my little hedonist," Dirk said warmly.
"Be my daddy. I've been a naughty girl. Naughty girls ought to be taken over their daddy's knees and spanked."