Continuing from Part Three. If you haven’t read it yet, go back to the start of the orgy, or better yet, the beginning of Tabby’s journey of self-discovery! This orgy scene builds and every step of it is seriously hot stuff. Stunning artwork by the author himself.
Elizabeth climbs off your face, smiling down at you while you lick her juices off your fingers. You grin widely, so thrilled to be hers, if only for this perfect moment. She lies next to you on the picnic blanket, her purple-blue afterglow reflecting on every surface of her naked, sweat-soaked skin. You roll on your side to gaze upon her exquisite face in repose, stroking her magenta-colored hair.
A few minutes later, you hear footsteps approaching on the walkway. With one squinting eye opening like a waking dragon, Elizabeth says, “I have a surprise for you!” Lazily rolling over, you prop yourself up on your elbows to see. A man in a grey security guard uniform approaches, and keeps approaching, growing larger and more imposing with each step.
You feel his eyes examining both your naked forms, making you both embarrassed and aroused. His short-cropped grey hair suggests maturity and competence- a person not to be trifled with. His eyes are dark brown, oval-shaped, hypnotic. His striking, beardless jawline draws attention to kissable lips. Crisp, short uniform sleeves reveal bulging biceps. You find yourself staring at the veins in his thick forearms. His huge hands move to his hips when he looks down at the two of you. But then, his boyish grin takes decades off his face, breaking the tension, revealing the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in real life.
“Hello, Elizabeth,” says the guard in a low, rumbling voice, dripping with authority.
“Connor!,” says Elizabeth, rolling to her side, pointing at you with a mischievous expression, “This woman is an intruder! Arrest her!”
You stand, awkwardly covering your breasts with one arm, extending a hand. “Tabitha,” you say, introducing yourself. Not shaking your hand, he steps forward until your nose nearly touches his shirt. The top of your head barely reaches his sternum. The scent of belt leather and starched shirt makes you drool. You gulp, staring up at his massive height with awe and instant lust.
“Let’s see some identification, Miss,” he says sternly, but with humour in his eyes, probing yours for consent. Playing along with the game, you shrug flirtatiously, unnecessarily pointing out your complete nudity. Grasping your wrist behind your back, you inhale deeply, pushing your chest out, turning your head towards Elizabeth. Wow!, you mouth to her silently, barely containing your growing excitement. You feel his eyes carefully inspecting your heavy tits like a crime scene when an unexpected cold spring breeze hits you, covering you in goosebumps from head to toe. From high above you, an appreciative groan escapes him.
You glance back at Connor and audibly gasp. A beautiful crimson glow arises from his visible skin, brighter than the other men you’ve seen here. He’s a male equivalent to Elizabeth in physical beauty, but the glow proves he’s also a very, very good boy. Looking at him makes your knees weak- his smile quickens your pulse. Your clit twitches, activating your own green glow which swirls into the air, intertwining with Connor’s.
Elizabeth stands, snatching Connor’s patrol hat, placing it on her own head at a jaunty angle. She slides his night stick from his utility belt, playfully jiggling your tits with it. “Come with us, Miss!,” says Elizabeth, walking towards the dining tables that have been set up for this afternoon. You look up at Connor before turning to follow Elizabeth, absolutely giddy, almost skipping. Grabbing the back of your neck, she bends you over one of the tables, placing your hands behind your back, your breasts flattening against the cool linen tablecloth.
She makes a show of frisking you, fingernails dragging slowly over your rump, awakening fresh goosebumps. Suddenly, you feel the pressure of the tip of the night stick against your anus. You groan, unclenching, delighted by the threat. “We need to do a cavity search on this one,” says Elizabeth, gently twisting the tip of the stick, pushing it ever so slightly forward. You sigh, pushing back on it almost imperceptibly when a shadow covers you.
His lips touch your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Whispering, Connor asks, “Now, Miss Tabitha, do you consent to this search?” Oh god, yes!, you think, but you nod instead, shuddering in anticipation. A gigantic hand pushes down between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the table with weight and strength. A pair of heavy leather boots gently coax your feet apart, spreading your legs wide, the laces scraping your ankles like ropes. A jingling of keys, one resounding “click,” and metal handcuffs bind your wrists behind your back. He’s left the cuffs very loose- you could easily pull your small hands free from them. But you give yourself over to the fantasy.
Searching for Bliss
Connor sits on a bench. With one smooth move, he pulls you away from the table and over his knees. You find yourself abruptly staring at the grass and dandelions, your feet unable to reach the ground. You hear the sound of a sterile rubber glove snapping over one girthy wrist. Pulling on the cuff’s chain to move your hands out of the way, his huge hand slowly caresses your shapely bum before giving it a single, burning swat. Thwack! You yelp with surprise and joy. Both his hands grasp your ass cheeks, spreading your holes wide. You feel cold liquid dripping down your crack- Elizabeth squeezing and smearing lube all over your exposed rump for your cavity search.
Connor runs a single finger down, casually petting your throbbing clit while you dangle helplessly over his knees. His ungloved left hand caresses your breast in gentle, circular swirls, finding your erect nipple, squeezing it. With the tips of two fingers of his right hand, he slowly strokes your holes, dipping his fingers in then withdrawing, each time probing minutely deeper and deeper. This teasing goes on for what seems like ages.
Suddenly, his huge index and middle fingers, each nearly as long and thick as your husband’s cock, shove all the way into your cunt and ass simultaneously. You moan, his fingers plunging in and out, wiggling, burying themselves into you deeply. With each thrust, his palm smacks your ass, his ring finger slapping viciously against your clit. Faster and harder, the motion gradually builds into a vigorous fuck-spanking.
Your legs kick uselessly at the air. Elizabeth kneels by your face. Checking in, she asks, “Are you okay, Tabby?” You whimper in the affirmative. “Does it feel delicious?,” she asks, genuinely curious. Incapable of human speech at this moment, however, all that comes out is a long, uncontrollable moan. You feel his growing hardness against your belly, imagining him and another man behind you, thrusting inside. The pounding from his immense palm and fingers continues. Your cavity search lasts for a long time. Through tears of ecstasy, you beg him for no mercy. He gives you none.
With another effortless move, Connor lifts you to your feet, your knees shaking, your pleasure-holes tingling, their abrupt emptiness an unpleasant shock.
“So, Miss Tabitha,” says Connor, pulling off the rubber glove, “you seem to have learned your lesson. I’d better get back to my patrol.”
Standing, his enormous erection strains against the fly of his uniform pants. Saliva jets in your mouth. You move to block his way, not wanting to miss this opportunity.
“But, there has to be something I can do to make up for being such a brat, isn’t there?,” you ask, giving him the Look- the one that has melted the hearts of many previous lovers: tousled hair covering one eye, the other looking up, pleading. Taking your face between his hands, he smiles down at you, kissing you so gently your knees nearly give way.
He takes off his utility belt for safety, placing it on the table, and pushes you to your knees, before taking his seat on the bench once again.
“Actually, there is something,” he says.
Under his stern gaze, you thrill, your fingers positively itching with your desire to free his cock.