Guest Blog: A Wife’s First Orgy – Part Five

Continuing from part four. 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.

Standing behind you, Elizabeth places both hands on your shoulders, pressing you to your knees in front of Connor. “Now, Intruder,” says Elizabeth menacingly, grasping your chin in her hand from behind, “you’re going to drink all his cum like a good fucking girl! And don’t get any on his uniform!” Summoning your sexiest voice, you say, “Every…last…drop!” Looking into his eyes, you shift your generous hips,  slowly pulling the handcuffs against your rump to close them more tightly around your wrists.

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Connor moans involuntarily, eyes still locked with yours. Kneeling next to you, Elizabeth expertly unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his fly, releasing his straining dick. It springs free, wetly bumping your chin in its escape. Connor’s cock is as alluring as the rest of him and oh, so…proportional. In your experience, he’s definitely too big for your tight little cunt. But you’ve never let the big boys like Connor go home unsatisfied.

Kneeling before this beautiful creature feels like heaven. Even on your knees his leaking tip is at your mouth level- all you have to do is open wide. Still looking up into those intense eyes, you meekly poke the tip of your tongue out through a toothy grin. Timidly, you touch your tongue along a stream of precum that is flowing down his shaft, catching the sunlight, sparkling, irresistible.

From behind you, Elizabeth cups your breasts, squeezing them together at the base of Connor’s cock, sliding it between them, his sticky precum providing lubricant. He groans, reaching down, stroking, pinching your already aching nipples. You look down at Connor’s dick pumping against your slick cleavage. You kiss the tip, rubbing your face all over his oozing head, covering your cheeks.

“Open!,” says Elizabeth, her hand beneath your jaw, coaxing it open widely. She grabs a handful of your hair, pushing your mouth onto him. You whine when the head of his dick threatens to stretch the back of your throat. With her hand firmly on the back of your neck, Elizabeth holds you still, mouth stuffed, while she verbally caresses Connor’s mind, jerking his thoughts off all over your psyche.

She rubs her own cheek against yours, feeling his girth in your mouth, her eyes fixed on his, stroking his heavy balls. Her voice drops into that fabled husky whisper she uses in her audiobooks, coaxing him on, making appreciative remarks about how beautiful you look, describing how good it’s going to feel to finally empty himself into your warm, wet, worshipful mouth. With his hands wrapped in your pigtails, you yank on the handcuffs, rattling the chain, reminding him that you’re all locked-up, his to plunder.

You give Connor a drooling, sloppy show. Without the ability to use your hands, your tongue does all the work. You speak to him in an unintelligible, mouth-full dialogue, using a pleading tone he understands in his loins, detailing all the naughty things you want him to do to you, begging him for his cum. A low growl rises from him. You create a short, but inescapable suction tunnel with your lips, building a rhythm, choking, straining to take him in deeply enough.

Reaching down, Elizabeth grasps the base of Connor’s dick, squeezing, pumping, matching your tempo. Suddenly, thick jets of jizz spurt from him in a seemingly endless stream. Your mouth fills instantly. You swallow, drinking him down in lustful gulps, the excess pouring from your lips onto your tits. You continue sucking until he stops quivering, until his rock-hard cock becomes softer, more malleable. Because you no longer care how big it is, how much it might hurt- you want him in your cunt right now.

Just the Tip

You look up at the two of them, biting your bottom lip, beaming with pride. Cum hangs thickly from your chin. Elizabeth slurps it all away, kissing you while Connor does the same for your tits. Elizabeth joins him, two gorgeous mouths clamped over your tender nipples, looking up at you with purest desire. You take a moment to appreciate the view and the amazing sensation. Them: the Queen and King of the Orgy Prom. You: the Luckiest Girl in the World!

Despite the fact that you are handcuffed, you understand you’re the one in charge. So you continue the game, saying, “I know my rights! I demand you punish my pussy right now!” Elizabeth grins around your nipple. Reaching between your thighs, she spreads your knees apart until you feel the spring breeze kiss your wetness.

With the tips of her fingers, she spanks your clit, slowly at first, building into shocking, stinging swats. You yelp with each blow, promising to be a good toy for them, tears stinging your eyes. Elizabeth bites down on your nipple, staring into your eyes with gleeful malice. She continues your clit’s lashing until you nearly come against your will.

“She’s ready!,” says Elizabeth, taking one of your arms at the elbow. Connor takes the other, escorting you to your disciplinary procedure. They lead you back to the picnic blanket, placing you on your knees, face down, ass up, your cuffed wrists behind your thighs. Connor towers over you from behind, squatting down to whip and beat your sopping cunt with his heavy, semi-hard meat, slapping your clit with its heft. You playfully squirm, wriggle, and struggle against him, earning yourself a real cock-thrashing.

Connor puts his tip against the opening of your cunt, pushing against it with agonizing patience. You feel him penetrating so slowly, huge, but still soft enough to not cause you discomfort. Oh, the stretch! He fills you completely though he’s only in as deep as his circumcision scar. He withdraws just as slowly. You cry out in delight, his broad head pulling, creating slick suction sounds on its way out.

But you feel him growing, thickening, stretching you further. His boots are planted against the outsides of your knees, tempo building, getting harder inside you. He grabs the chain of your handcuffs, pulling for leverage, plunging at a downward diagonal, stroking your deepest pleasure zone, giving your pussy the just punishment it deserves.

Elizabeth reclines on a pillow, Connor’s hat shielding her eyes from the sun. She positions her hips so her swollen, soaked folds sit appetizingly in front of your face, allowing you to lick, suck, and scream into her while Connor drills down into your core, growing rigid, relentless, unstoppable. Her hands stroke your hair gently, saying the dirtiest things to you while using her sweetest, calming voice. “Do you like how he feels in that tight little pussy, Baby? Does it hurt? Do you want him to keep going?,” she asks, checking in once again.

Connor pauses, awaiting your reply, his thick cock pulsating in protest. “Please, please don’t stop! Ungh!,” you reply hastily, returning immediately to servicing Elizabeth, pushing back onto Connor. She continues her quiet praise, alternating with a growling command for you not to come until she’s ready. Connor reaches down to stroke your clit with his thumb, pumping downwards into you with luscious intensity. You’re trying so desperately to be good, not to come yet. But oh god, the perfection of this moment!

The Glow surrounding the three of you flashes, shifts, shoots skyward. A crowd begins to form, pouring from the doors, watching from the balconies, gathering together to watch a fireworks show only those with the Glow can witness. You feel dozens of eyes on you, watching Connor’s cock plunging into you, hearing your muffled cries while you lick. Oh god, it’s so exquisitely humiliating! Shouts of encouragement fill the courtyard, along with several suggestions on what Connor should do to you next, some of which nearly trigger your orgasm too early. Elizabeth’s breath catches, she’s very close too.

Connor is so, so hard now, his pulsing dick and shallow breath tells you he’s going to pop soon. His thumb flicks your clit sideways and you groan against Elizabeth’s cunt. Just before you plunge into euphoria, you offer Connor a tight, wet trophy. “Unngh! Take it, Connor! Come in my ass!,” you cry out in desperation. You always come hardest with your ass full. Elizabeth humps your mouth, so excited to watch. The crowd closes in, wanting a closer view, whispering, giggling, caressing one another, their glows filling the courtyard with brilliant colors.

Connor strokes your hole, dripping, nearly gushing. You feel pressure, the fat tip of his cock slipping juicily inside you. He ejaculates immediately. You groan, the multiple warm squirts and his thumb on your clit tipping you over into a continuous climax that seems to stop time. Elizabeth grasps the back of your head, shouting your name, fucking your lips. She comes so, so hard for you, her eyes fixated on Connor’s thick cock shoving into your shapely bum. A soundless shockwave of brilliant light explodes from the three of you, shooting past the manor walls and into the stratosphere. The crowd gasps in shock, then a cheer arises, followed by applause and whistles of approval.

Spent, Connor unlocks your handcuffs, rubbing and kissing your wrists. He lowers himself onto you, kissing your neck, covering you completely with his bulk, his weight flattening you cozily against the picnic blanket and soft grass beneath. You wiggle against him, sliding his softening cock luxuriously deeper. You like it better when it’s soft. Elizabeth lies next to you, her face close to yours. Her hands gently clean your face with a warm washcloth from her basket. Smiling, she kisses you on the tip of your nose. You blink once, twice, then slip into dreamless sleep.

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