Gabriel
I lay there on my back, a colorful pillow under my head, leisurely finger fucking Lady Flemming. From this vantage point, not only could I view the TV monitors, clustered directly overhead, but I could also see the entire gazebo (or bed) reflected in the mirrored ceiling built into the structure. One of the TV screens showed an overall, wide view of the action and the other a narrow or close-up view. It was strange to realize that I was viewing and enjoying a tape made on the very bed on which I was reclining. It was even weirder when I glanced over at the two cameras and noticed that their ruby lights were lit, signifying that even as we watched the recordings of an earlier day, we were also being taped! That, plus the reflection in the overhead mirror which was casting back to us the now image, created in me the feeling of being deeply immersed in a kind of multi-media erotomania!
"There is sound, also," explained Sir Harry, "but I rarely play it. I find it quite distracting, really."
On the screen, Lady Flemming was being gama-hauched by a large white poodle. I'm not generally turned on by such things, but the general ambiance must have been getting to me. I found the sight quite exciting. She was spreadeagled, with the dog between her legs, two small figures on this immense bed. Looking closely I could see her hands clenching and unclenching to the beat of her passion. The close-up monitor was centered on her head and her torso to just above the hips. She must have centered herself exactly right as both cameras had fixed angles of view. I assumed that the close-up camera photographed, more or less at random, anything that happened to fall within it's province. Her face in the close-up monitor was beautiful, like the rest of her; the flesh was firm and wrinkle-free. The black and white image of her enraptured mature face, the flicking tongue, the eye contact (she was staring right out of the screen) had its effect on me. My buried fingers increased their frequency, my thumb found her clitoris. Beside me, Lady Sarah sighed in ecstatic pleasure, while overhead she writhed and exploded in a spasm of cum.
Shifting my gaze from the TV screen to the overhead mirror, I saw Sir Harry moving around towards her Ladyship's feet. In a moment it became obvious what he intended, and to aid him I gently withdrew my fingers from her twitching quim and grasping her smooth legs just below the knee raised them till they lay folded on her abdomen. Harry slipped into position as I grasped his fat fuck tool in my hand and slowly inserted it into Lady Sarah's gaping cunt. She watched this whole operation in the overhead mirror and as her husband's cock, guided by my hand, slithered deeply into her, she caught my eye. We looked into each other deeply. She licked her lips and shuddered as Harry reached bottom. Then I felt my own legs being lifted in a similar manner. It was Betsy, beautiful in her black Merry Widow. With my legs resting on my chest, I could see in the mirror the hairless, smooth gaping entrance to my own love canal! I watched fascinated as Gerald got into position, his erect circumcised cock, strong, stiff, outthrust, bobbing slightly from his body movements. It was strange seeing myself in this manner, knowing that others were also intensely watching, being affected. Knowing also that many many others would see the video tape and be sexually turned on… I would be a part of Sir Harry Flemming's erotic library! Would I be the cause of some future cock springing to erection a hundred years from now? I had seen the tapes stacked in his porno library, amongst the century-old pornography, the memoirs, the yellowing picture albums.
In the glass above, Betsy took hold of her cousin's cock. She rubbed her thumb across the head, which seemed to dwarf her graceful hand. Then, holding it tightly, her fingers barely meeting around its plump circumference, she made the connection. I felt as if my pussy were boiling over, and with one graceful motion Gerald thrust his hips forward and was in me. I lowered my knees and rested my legs on his fucked into me with a slow, steady, quiet rhythm. Once again Lady Sarah caught my eye in the mirror.
"You have the most beautiful crotch I've ever seen," she said. She smiled, her eyes passionate slits as she took my hand in hers and squeezed. I suddenly felt great affection for this nutty lady who was being fucked so prettily beside me. I reached over and placed my lips on hers, drawing her long hot tongue into my mouth, feeling her smooth breasts tremble under my touch. Her hand descended down my body and as our tongues played against each other, I felt the delightful fondlings of her fingers on my clit, just an inch from her son's slowly plunging cock.
I turned my head to glance directly at Betsy. She was laying next to me on my left, staring up at the gazebo ceiling. I reached with my free hand and grasped her giant clit between two fingers, rolling it back and forth. She went immediately into orgasm, as usual. Her heavily painted red, sensuous mouth formed an "O" shape, her eyes clamped shut and her entire body went into a paroxysm of uncontrolled shudders! Gerald, lying under my legs on his side, reached a hand in under her quivering ass and thrust his fingers deeply into her anal canal. She literally detonated! Watching the scene in the overhead mirror again, I was suddenly overwhelmed. Despite the slow pace of the festivities an orgasm was building, slowly, beginning to spread from a small explosive point in my cunt… spreading…
I turned again to Lady Sarah on my right. Our eyes met, she placed her hand on mine, squeezing it down on her breast.
"You're cuming, my dear, aren't you?"
"Yesss, oh yesss!" I answered quietly, directly into her mouth. She flicked her tongue across my lips.
"It's soooo good."
"Cum, Gabriel, cum."
"Yesss… oh his cock!" The explosion was spreading, building. I felt Betsy's hand on my breast, squeezing my erect nipple, I reciprocated, squeezing and rolling her monstrous clit as hard as I could.
"Look at yourself, Gabriel," cried Lady Sarah, "Look up at the mirror, my dear!"
I opened my eyes to gape fascinated at the undulating image in the mirror above. I lay buried between my legs; I could feel her fingers sharing my love sheath with her son's cock! The two men fucking us were moving in a slow, steady cadence… cocks thrusting in and out, in and out… glistening from our cunt juices. I saw my own body writhing in orgasm! My right hand was pulling on Lady Sarah's turgid tit, my left grasping Betsy's giant love bud with four fingers, pulling, pinching, twisting! The young girl was fingers deep, deep in her pulsing ass hole! I watched it all, my body tingling, throbbing in the throes of a long, drawn-out explosion!
Next to me, Lady Sarah released a deep sigh. I turned to her to see her tongue flicking out over her lower lip, her eyes glazed… "Now you!" I moaned.
"Yesss, Gabriel, now me! Ohhh, that big cock in my juicy quim… my fucking cunt! Fuck it!"
"Cum, cum!" I cried. "Cum with me."
"Ohhh yes, you darling girl! I can feel the cock in your cunt. I can feel it sliding against my fingers… Ohhh Gabriel, I'm cuming! I love cock… love it! Do you love cock?"
"Ohhh yesss!" I moaned "Cocks, cocks! Fat, long cocks covered with fuck foam… in our mouths, in our cunts… "
"In our assholes!" She cried.
"Ohhh, your son's cock is so good in me!"
"Kiss me Gabriel… kiss me… " I released Betsy's clitoris and twisted around to her, burying my tongue in the hot cavern of her mouth. We clung together as our men fucked us over the top.
A voice cried out. "I'm cuming, Mother. I'm cuming!" I could feel Gerald's cock growing in my burning pussy. I throbbed like a drumhead as I felt the first contraction deep within me.
"He's cuming," I muttered into Lady Sarah's open, gasping mouth. "Your son is cuming in me!"
"Yesss, Gerald… yessss my darling boy, cum in her! Shoot in her cunt, my sweet son."
"Give it to her, my boy," cried Harry. "Squirt your spunk in her greasy cunt!" I glanced up again at the mirror, every particle of my being exploding. Gerald was inserted deep within me, his cock pulsing cream. With each pulse, each convulsion of his fuck tool, I detonated again!
We lay there, the five of us, our motors idling, peering up at the twin TV tubes. Both men were still fucking into Lady Sarah and myself. It was a lazy, lethargic fucking. Gerald was pumping in and out of his own spunk which, combined with my juices, seemed to fill me to the brink. Harry, though he still hadn't cum was moving his hips almost imperceptibly, his long cock stroking in and out of his wife's sopping pussy on the order of about one stroke every ten seconds. Betsy still lay on my left, idly toying with my breast. The only sound was the squishing of cock and cunt.
On the tube, a woman I didn't recognize was stretched out on her back, masturbating with an AC vibrator. She was holding the convex head tightly against her clitoris, moving it in small tight circles. The close-up camera was lined her mid section, and I could plainly see the juices oozing. Gerald appeared and with no warning whatsoever rolled her over on her side and fucked his stiff, handsome cock all the way up her ass! Another man, whose face I couldn't see, appeared next and rolled her onto her back and onto Gerald, who continued to cornhole her. The second man, whose body seemed vaguely familiar to me, began fucking her cunt. She became the corned beef of an animated, human sandwich! All three were working at it, hips and asses rotating in different directions. We could see her face over the shoulder of the second man, and once more a mere visual experience created in me a deep swelling, gushing excitement. The expression on her face was one of delightful agony! The cock buried so brutally in her ass was obviously causing her pain but nevertheless there was a feeling of satanic lechery about her, causing her to bear down hard and rotate her hips in an attempt to force every inch of the painful intruder into her tight anus. I was enraptured by the sight of it all. Pain and pleasure again!
"In case you're interested, Gabriel, the young lady was a virgin," said Sir Harry.
"An anal virgin, you mean?" I asked.
"No, a complete virgin. This was her first sexual experience."
"Friend of mine," said Gerald as he stroked quietly into my reawakening pussy.
"Gerald is getting pretty good at supplying us with virgins," said Lady Hemming. "Aren't you, dear?"
"Yes, Mother," he answered, pointing upward. "Gloria was number three."
"And we all hope that Lilly will be number four, don't we dear?"
The trio on the screen was now joined by Sir Harry, who arrived on the scene slowly frigging his huge prick. He placed himself in position with his huge prick. He placed himself in position with his cock resting on the young lady's lips. Her tongue darted out tentatively, licking around the cockhead and then little by little Harry fed it to her. Soon her cheeks were bulging as he mouth-fucked the pretty little thing. Then a fourth man! Placing her hand on his rigid tool, he directed her to jerk him off against one of her nipples.
The gazebo-bed was now a reeking, sodden mass of rabid, convulsive, pulsating fuckery! But there was one more to come. He was a large man, late middle-aged with a fat, jolly face and a roll of heavy flesh around his middle. Despite that, he wasn't really unattractive to me. I watched him on the screen as he went about trying to find an opening in which, or on which to present his rampant cock. There was none. The young lady was completely occupied with the four men already there. The fat, jolly man tried for an armpit but there was simply no room for him to maneuver. No vacancies! It was truly comical; I almost laughed Gerald out of my cunt! Then, because seemingly there was no recourse, he attacked what seemed to be the nearest target, the bucking ass of the second man. It was simply a matter of straddling the sandwiched trio, which he did with ease. In a flash he had his stiff prick in the second man's ass!
The second man, wiggled his rear, riding the girl even harder as he played back against the delicious fleshy staff shoved up his ass. He turned to look over his shoulder, probably to identify his fucker and at that point I recognized him! I really should have known when I first saw his muscular body on the screen. The way he moved… but how could I possibly even begin to suspect? I watched dumbfounded as he grinned evilly at the fat man who, reaching down with both hands, spread the ass cheeks even wider in an effort to sink every inch of stiff meat into him. Yes, it was Noel! My Noel! My London Noel, who on the screen above me was having his ass fucked off by a jolly, Santa-like fat man; who seemed to enjoy it just as much as my lover and fiancй; Noel Landers!