Donna’s Workout III.

I couldn’t hold my breath or it seemed much of anything else. After having my sanity scraped and dredged over the gravel bed of reality, I wasn’t in very good shape. Physically I was trashed, having had three killer orgasms in a little less than three hours and a little more to drink than was probably safe. Emotionally I felt as though I’d been rode hard and put away wet.

Donna, my loving and attentive wife had been acting like a total slut for months. It was bad enough that she’d done other men, but now I found that she’d been doing other women as well. I guess what really turned my crank though was that she’d been having tons of fun, and I’d been left out.

"So was Donna ever going to invite me in?" I asked.

"That was her intention," Angie said. "She meant for you to come into the group when she thought you could handle the truth."

"When was that going to be?" I asked quickly.

"I’m not sure, you’d have to ask her directly," she replied. "I’d wait though if I were you, as she’s going to be pretty busy tonight."

"Busy my ass," I yelled. "Why is she going to be so busy that she can’t talk to me about this?"

"Tonight is a special theme night," she replied. "We’ve gone to a lot of effort and expense to make this evening happen. Not only that, but I think that the discussion you’ll want to have with her, will want a more private venue, don’t you?"

I had to really think about that for a minute. If I spoke to her now, feeling the way I did, she’d become defensive, and pissed. Not that I was worried about her mood that much. It also occurred to me that if we did have a fight here, she’d probably never come back.

I was hurt and confused, but I was and had been hugely aroused by what I’d seen and done since arriving. I’d had great sex with two beautiful women and if I played my cards right could probably do so again, and have some others as well. These thoughts played across the shreds of my emotions and also that serpent part of my brain weighed in, by giving me another set of twinges to my crank.

"I see your point," I finally said. "I really like what I’ve seen and done here so far, and I know that Donna has too. If she didn’t she wouldn’t have come back after the first session. I also have to admit that sex between her and me has been great since she started coming here. If I have one compliant it’s that I wasn’t invited before now. Does she know I’m here now?"

"No," Marilyn said. "That’s one of our little surprises. We’re going to spring you on her a little later."

"There’s more of the tape you haven’ seen yet," Angie said.

"I think that I’d better see at least a little more before I see her again," I said with my voice shaking.

At this point Marilyn started the tape again. I saw that as before the tape was being shot from multiple angles and the rest of the crew must have arrived. I also noticed that the time stamp on the tape showed that more than 2 hours had elapsed since the time of the first action.

"We took a little nap," Marilyn offered. "She was tired, and I wanted her to keep up her strength."

The action picked back up with a shot of Marilyn and Donna lying in each other’s arms asleep on the altar. They looked so perfect lying there. Donna on her side, while Marilyn was lying above and to her right, pillowing Donna head on her tits.

A cut away came up showing the doors on both sides opening quietly. From both of them issued a line of men and women. They all wore their robes and what looked like carnival masks on their faces. The masks covered the eyes and top of their faces, while leaving the mouths accessible. It was difficult to tell at this point if any of those present had been in the first tape or not.

They all walked silently without a word across the carpet to take up position around the altar. They ringed in the two sleeping women. I took a quick count and saw that there were about 30 people in the room. The men outnumbered the women but only slightly. Looking again I saw that there were 20 men and 15 women. As they finished taking up their places, one of the women reached forward and gently shook Marilyn’s foot. She awakened and smiled at the sight that greeted her.

She quietly moved out from under Donna. Donna is a very sound sleeper, and usually has a problem getting out of bed in the morning. She stirred slightly and rolled over onto her back. A full on nude shot of her gifted the people present as she lay there, on the altar.

The woman, who’d awoken Marilyn, moved up until she was near Donna’s feet. She reached up and secured her feet to the altar with a set of restraints I hadn’t noticed on the floor earlier. These were spaced in such a way as to allow Donna to move a bit, but not to bring her legs together too far. The cuffs were lined with what looked like chamois or very soft leather. One of the others moved up and gently taking her wrists repeated the procedure on them. At this point she was still asleep.

I watched as the woman who’d awakened Marilyn stood and shucked off her robe in one fluid gesture. I stared at her for a moment and then shifted my view to Angie as she lay on the floor watching my reactions as I watched the tape. I quickly compared the two images and guessed who the first mystery guest was.

"Guess who," Angie said giving me a coy little wave from her place on the carpet.

I watched the tape again as I saw Angie move up until she was between Donna’s shapely thighs. Donna loves to be awakened by getting oral. I often do this on weekend mornings when neither of us has much planned for the day. It really gets her motor running and always leads to wild sex.

Angie began by slowly licking the inside of Donna’s ankles. She moved up tortuously slow until she was flicking her tongue over the back of her knees. This is part of Donna that’s really sensitive. Not as much as her tits, but almost. Donna began to stir in her sleep, and smile. I think she thought that it was Marilyn who was servicing her. I began to look forward to the time when her eyes opened on the sight.

Angie, was good at what she did, and made no clumsy or overt gestures or pressed too hard. This went on for almost five minutes with Angie, alternating between legs, or portions of them. She also moved steadily upwards, towards Donna’s pussy. Donna was beginning the slow progression from sleep to awakened arousal. This was something I’d seen many times, and I knew that it took her awhile before it would happen.

Angie continued on until she had her face pressed up against Donna’s twat. She flicked her tongue softly on her labia, and began to softly stroke her clitoris with the very tip of her tongue. Donna began to stir more until I saw the usual shit-eating grin on her face. I knew that she was awake at this point but was keeping her eyes shut. She told me once she does this as it intensifies the sensations for her. I could tell she was getting into it, as Angie began to munch pretty seriously on the clam before her. It’s always nice to watch someone who enjoys his or her work, as she obviously did.

Donna, eyes still shut, reached down and began to caress Angie’s hair and pull her closer to her snatch. Donna butters up a lot when she gets head, and this time was no exception. When I eat her, I like to smear her juices around on my face, and lips. Donna though, has remarkably sensitive fingers. As she stroked and pawed Angie’s hair, I saw her stop moving and take a deep breath.

"Marilyn?" she mumbled.

"Yes dear," Marilyn replied, but she was standing near Donna’s head.

"Is that you?" Donna asked.

"No dear its not," She replied softly.

At this, Donna’s eyes shot open and looked down to see who was between her legs. It was also at this point that the assembled people all dropped their robes to the floor in unison. That movement drew Donna’s head up and around until she could see what was going on. As she began to take it all in, Marilyn leaned over and bit her right nipple. Between the pussy munching she’d received and the sharp pain of the bite, Donna orgasmed again.

This was one of her harder ones, and she let fly with all she had. When Donna really cums hard, she squirts juices from her pussy. As I watched, one of the cameramen caught it, and it had been edited into the finished movie. She squirted about 3 feet and her juices splattered all over Angie’s face as she was looking up, Donna’s thighs and some landed on Angie’s back and ass.

The crowd surrounding the altar, watched this and as one began to applaud loudly. Some of the men hooted and howled as the women clapped and cheered. One guy was whistling to beat the band. Donna lay there in the throes of her orgasm, and blushed even more than before.

Donna’s aerial orgasm seemed to be like a starting pistol. The assembled people all fell to around the altar and began to engage in the hottest orgy scene I’d ever watched or imagined.

One of the men had crawled up and begun to lick Donna’s cum off Angie’s ass and moved his way up her back. His erection sliding out from side to side as he slid his way up. When he got to the proper position he thrust his cock into her pussy from behind, and began riding her. She responded by leaning back into him and fucking him hard.

A man with a stag’s head mask had taken up his stance over Donna’s head and lowered his cock to her gasping mouth. Without thinking she took it in her mouth and began to suck him off. Two women, one on either side had taken up places on Donna’s sides and were gently licking her tits. Her recent orgasm, returned like an aftershock and she began to moan around the dick in her throat.

Two other men, seeing open opportunities before them sidled up behind the women munching Donna’s tits and rear-ended them. One fucking the woman in her pussy, the other smearing lube on his cock and taking the other in her ass. As she began to moan, she passed the sensation to Donna who continued to cum.

As I watched I saw all of them begin to engage each other in a slowly frenetic fuckfest. There were cocks titties and pussies everywhere. These people were really familiar with each other and while there was some speaking or asking what someone wanted, most of the dialogue was in the form of moans and sighs occasionally punctuated by a shrill scream or loud grunt from the men.

Donna finished off the guy in her mouth as the fellow fucking Angie on top of them finished and they fell away to the side. As the one in her mouth finished his place was taken by one of the two black men present. He placed his cock at Donna’s mouth as she began to reach forward for it with her tongue. As she did this, another man took his place between her legs and pushed his average sized cock into her juicy cunt. It slipped in and he bottomed out with no apparent effort. He began a steady rocking pace, and every once in a while would pull out entirely before sliding ever so slowly back in.

Donna wasn’t the only one busy at the moment though. Marilyn had three guys doing her in a complicated sandwich. Each hole was filled with a dick, and she rode them all equally well. How she managed it, with a spine, I couldn’t figure out. She slurped away with a huge cock in her mouth while the two guys in her lower extremities had worked out a complex rhythm, between them. The guy in her ass either was too excited or something because her didn’t last long, and as he pulled out a plug of his semen leaked out her ass and began to work its way down her cheek.

It wasn’t too long until Donna had again worked her oral magic, and the guy in her mouth roared out as he shot his load. Donna being the cum hungry bitch she is, slurped and sucked him until the last drop. She had again only begun to take a deep breath when her mouth was presented with yet another cock. This one I thought I knew the owner of, as I’d seen her suck him off in the first movie. I saw that she too figured this out as she mumbled out a quick, "hello Tommy"; around the head of his cock.

The guy in Donna’s pussy looked like he was making a career out of fucking her. He altered his thrusts, speed and depth, and the whole while just kept on fucking her. After watching this and the others in the shot, I turned to Marilyn as she reclined beside me.

"Did that guy in her pussy ever cum?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she replied. "That’s Fred, he’s our ever-ready bunny. He’s always up for a good fuck, and has amazing endurance. He can literally go for hours, as he can only cum in a girls mouth. He had me down for about 45 minutes once, until I begged him to let me finish him off. Once he’s in place it usually takes a lot to get him out. On this occasion he fucked Donna for about 30 minutes until Angie snuck up on him and blew his bag from behind."

The rest of the action continued on. The cameramen shot a lot of film and there were a lot of cut-aways. This was due to the amount of action that 35 people intent on fucking each other silly can produce. As I watched though, I saw that no matter what else was going on, they continued to show Donna as the center of attention. Each time some guy finished in her mouth or sprayed his load across her face, they caught it on film.

"So is Donna the new star of the show or what?" I asked.

"No, not really," Marilyn said. "We just focus more on someone’s first time, and if they take a post at the altar. Most of the rest of the time she’s an extra or background player like the rest of us. There’s no real star of the show, although my camera operators tend to show their favoritism by giving some of them more film time than others."

I looked back at the screen in time to see Donna’s lips again coated with a thick coating of sperm, as Tommy pulled his tool out of her mouth. As yet another guy was set to take his place, Angie stepped in and told him to wait, as Donna needed a drink and a chance to rest her mouth. As she said this she placed the straw of a sports bottle to Donna’s mouth and let her suck out a bunch of liquid from the container. Donna, gratefully sucked out about half the contents as she worked her jaws back and forth. Angie didn’t leave the guy to his own devices as she took up position on the floor in front of him and Donna and began to slurp at his meat.

Donna watched this from an upside down angle. As she was being drilled by Fred and his never ending fuck, she also breathlessly began to provide advice to Angie as she sucked the guy off. Whenever there was a complicated move or technique, Donna would take over for a minute to lead by example. I saw Angie nod occasionally and take mental notes. Between them both they finished the guy off, as he sprayed his cum on their two faces. The two women shared it between them in a deep tongue kiss.

The action continued on as the two men servicing Donna’s tit lickers, finished off and went to get a drink at the bar. The two women fell together into a steamy 69 and cleaned each other very effectively. Marilyn finished off the guy in her mouth and the one in her snatch, just as another guy moved up to position his cock at her asshole. She leaned back and impaled herself on his cock.

This was just the tip of the iceberg though as looking around all you could see was more and more oral, anal and vaginal action going on. It was hard to focus on any one aspect of it as there was so much going on. The soundtrack was littered with moans screams and sighs and almost everywhere you looked was a wet pussy or pool of jizz.

At this point the guy fucking Donna was still at it. He never once fell into a rut and was providing enough variation to keep Donna’s attention pretty well. It was amazing though that he just kept on going. He’d really hammer her for a bit, and then slow down. He didn’t have the biggest club in the house but he really knew how to use it. I saw Angie, watching them and decide.

She crawled around the edge of the altar from the front and as the guy continued slamming Donna, she climbed up and gently began to nip suck and lick at his balls. Having experienced this myself only an hour ago or so, I knew he couldn’t last long. Nor did he as he arched his back and came with a short and abrupt grunt. He turned to glare at her a moment and she said, "Don’t hog all the action Fred."

He got up and moved over to where he could continue to watch the altar and the action on it. Donna was without a cock in her mouth for the longest I’d seen since starting this show. She was liberally covered in her own and many others cum, and a fine sheen of sweat. She glowed like a fallen star, as Marilyn now finished with her anal friend, and Angie began to work her over between the two of them.

Marilyn dived down to her pussy and began to lap up her cum and that of Fred, the guy who’s just shot off. As she did this Angie lowered her pussy to Donna’s face and she began to service her. The action between the three of them was so hot that it caused several of the people not actively fucking or sucking to pause and watch. They were the focus of at least two of the cameras now, and there were far fewer cut-aways, as the action progressed.

I’d been watching this unbelievable orgy for about 45 minutes now. Every time I thought the action would slow down or drop off, it found a way to pick up again. The threesome on the altar began to take over the action, however. Very soon that was the only action going on. The cameras showed the rest of the participants lying back against the couches or beds and just watching these three gorgeous women pleasure each other.

As I watched I felt that old familiar feeling again, but I also felt my balls ache. They’d been hard used for three hours and while my brain wanted action, they weren’t completely convinced yet. I thought that maybe a break was in order and told Marilyn and Angie that I had to take a piss and would return shortly.

Having been in the house many times previously, I knew where the toilets were and moved down the hall to the closest one. I did this naked as I hadn’t wanted to take the time to get dressed before moving on. I also figured as how they’d both seen me that way for some time now, I really couldn’t shock them much. I knew there were other people in the house but assumed they were all in the basement play room.

As I swung open the door to the bathroom, I started when I saw who was leaning back slightly applying rouge to her nipples. It was my daughter Anna. Sitting on the sink in front of her was a Mardi Gras mask, shaped like a bird.

She turned to look full on at me, just as we both asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"