"I can see by the dicks in the air that all you guys
are ready for a little action yourselves," Ted began,
wandering about the room, touching a shoulder here, cupping
a breast there. "And I bet you ladies could use a little,
too. Well, now's your chance. But guys, if you're a
"whiffle-baller" I suggest you hold back. I've got a lot
more fun things planned with little queenie for later, and I
know you'll want to be able to get it up." The term
"whiffle-baller" referred to the game played with a plastic
bat and ball, in which the batter only gets two strikes.
Thus, any guy who could only cum twice in one night was a
"whiffle-baller."
While the other couples in the room quickly turned to
each other, Jack waited for the other shoe to drop. He
couldn't believe that Ted would give up his control over
their lust so easily.
"Oh. I almost forgot," Ted added. Here it comes,
thought Jack. "My slitted slut here will be coming around to
blindfold all the guys. Then, my sexy ladies, if you want to
satisfy some of your cravings, we can play a little game."
With the blindfold tight across his eyes, Jack
couldn't see a thing. But he could hear perfectly well as
Ted began his instructions, "Ladies, if your man could do
just one thing to you for the rest of the night, get him
into position and show me what it would be. I'll do the same
thing for Miss Disobedience, here." After much pushing and
pulling, Jack found himself on all fours, his cock deep
within Bunny's steaming wet pussy, and the backs of her legs
nearly flat against his chest.
"Very creative, ladies. Very creative," Ted's voice
sounded from the front of the room. "Now if you could just
set yourselves up so you can see me, we'll start the game."
In a few moments, everyone was ready. "And remember your
position. What you're gonna do is watch me, and have your
man do to you exactly what I do to this scrumptious slave
girl. And if we happen upon your position, you must keep
doing it that way until I tell you to stop. Then, you can
join back in the game again. After a while, I'll throw in a
new wrinkle. And please, no talking with your partner. You
don't want to spoil the fun."
Jack winced slightly as Bunny pushed him off of her,
and then pulled him down for a ferocious French kiss. Next
she pushed his head down to her tits, which he licked with
wild abandon, his imagination fired by the thought that his
wife was being ravaged in exactly the same way by Ted, her
Master for the night. As Bunny's fingers encircled his cock,
Jack envisioned Linda's fingers around Ted's heavy rod,
stroking and squeezing it, pulling and twisting it, making
him ever harder. There followed a series of more and more
exotic positions, with each person driving their partner's
fever pitch higher and higher. Jack strained to hear how
Linda was faring, but he couldn't separate her moans and
cries from the cacophony around him. Occasionally, Jack
would hear Ted order another of the woman to join back in,
making him curious as to the position they'd been stuck in.
Bunny's position still hadn't come up.
"OK, ladies! Now's your chance to get what you want to
do! And you get to see how well our babe follows orders.
Just shout out what you want us to do, and if I say OK,
everyone should switch to that position!"
"Lick his balls!" Jack her Jill call out.
"Sounds good," Ted announced, and Jack was forced to
move again so Bunny could get better access for her lick
job. After about thirty seconds, he heard someone...Geleesa
maybe...call out, "Eat her out!" And Ted replying, "My
pleasure!" Within seconds Jack found his face buried deep
between Bunny's legs, and he quickly probed for her clit
even as he imagined Ted doing the same to Linda.