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I hadn’t seen much sign of that, but perhaps I wasn’t observing them at the right time.
The right time for seeing their affections was not that night, when The Refuge turned into a raunchy spectacle that would rival the Renaissance Faire any day. More than a dozen of Karl’s friends showed up, mostly male and three maybe more four other women, for a bonfire and barbecue. “Last rites of summer,” Karl named it. He was all for naming major events of his life as rituals—finding ceremony in feasts of the flesh, no different than I observed at the Sword & Tankard. Yet, the rites practiced at the faire were this man’s daily passions, not a yearly event. Their games were silly and meaningless to him. He had little use for people who didn’t take this life to its logical ends. I suppose that’s why this couple needed to set themselves apart, off the trodden paths of the conventional and mundane. Their fantasy became that much more real in the middle of their woods—until it wasn’t fantasy at all, but as natural as the rain and snow that would soon cloud their corner of New England for the winter.
That evening, there was another naked female running about The Refuge, serving her dominant master just as Susan served Karl. The other women, while submissively inclined and accustomed to their host’s peculiar home, were not as radical with the lifestyle.
It wasn’t long before the Susan and her naked friend, Johnna, were over the laps of any man who had the hands to take them. They submitted with laughter, screams and a few tears when the spankings got rough. They never balked, even when, for nearly twenty minutes, they went from lap to lap to lap, getting their behinds worked hard in one long session before the men gave them some rest. Their round bare bottoms glowed with color.
My own ass ached quietly in reply. And KC, who seemed content to remain on the sidelines watching, occasionally glanced at me. My ass ached even more seeing his look.
KC stuck with his friends for most of the evening until ten o’clock as things were really heating up.
Susan and Johnna were being given away to Karl’s friends for sessions in the bedroom. I heard their asses getting smartly spanked and the cries of sexual passion drifting to my ears. Even trying to ignore the obvious didn’t dissuade my body from replying to the screwing going on behind closed doors.
“You think you can last the night?” I heard KC’s whisper in my ear. His body heat swarmed in around me. With just his touch, I was shivering with desire and leaned back into him suggestively.
“We could go fuck,” I suggested.
“Or we could just stay here and enjoy what you’re feeling.”
“Oh, you are maddening!” I exclaimed.
“And that’s the way you want me.” He nibbled my ear, and then made a tender line of kisses down my neck. His hand was at my ass again, squeezing gently. Oh! For one good crack of a paddle, my body languished hungrily. But KC moved away.
A half-hour later we were all outside, gazing into the crackling bonfire while a crackling conversation began to snap around us. Several men were wanting more, and like me, the other women were restless. The guys started jawing about submissive wives and yielding women—about duty, place and humility at the feet of their men, and about Susan and Johnna, still humping on command inside the house. They were christened perfect bitches.
“A woman doesn’t have to go that far to be yielding,” Dale—boyfriend of Chris, informed the handsome blond-haired brute who’d spoken last. “If I told her, Chris would take your lap in a second,” he declared.
I stared at Chris and so did everyone else.
“Then tell her,” another man taunted.
Dale stared at Chris, who, taking a calming breath of air, moved toward the blond-haired fellow saying, “Would you prefer me over your lap or the back of a chair?”
His broad toothy grin could not have shown more pleasure. “My lap, lady, but hike your skirt first.”
She snickered playfully. Then tugging at her short denim jumper, she uncovered her ass—she’d worn no panties—and waited as the rude brute admired her snatch of black curls before he grabbed her wrist and drew her over his thighs.
I almost had pussy juice dribbling down my legs (I wore no panties either) by the time his hand had briskly spanked Chris’s ass to a rosy shade.
She oohed and ahhed as though she was about to come. When he finished with the spanking, he dropped his fingers into her cleft. They came up wet.
“Tease her more, she’ll cum,” Dale said.
That’s all the invitation needed. Squirming against the hand invading her crotch, Chris came with the sound of her voice like rapturous music.
“Now, take care of him, Chris,” Dale ordered when she began to relax again.
She was about to drop between his thighs and pull out his dick, but her randy spanker wasn’t up for a public show. He dragged her into the house and got off there.
KC stared at me from across the haphazard circle of chairs. Everyone was there, but the two in the bedroom. Even Susan and Johnna were taking a break. I wasn’t sure there was anyone there who hadn’t screwed that night—except KC and me.
“Gail.” That’s all he said. His voice was low, the sonorous one that commanded in his theatre, that in an instant could boom commands, that had me wrapped inside him as soon as the sound struck between the thighs. My ears would hear the words, but my crotch felt the tremor rattle my bones and get inside my blood.
He nodded while I moved forward nervously. After all that I’d done this summer and long before, I was still shaking scared.
“She hides what’s real too well; and the dishonesty needs to end,” he said as he was staring at me. “I think she needs a reminder of who she is.” This was so like the faire, I thought.
An instant later, there was someone at my back, and then a hefty hand on my shoulder guiding me forward. Before I could even turn around and face my assailant, I found myself over Karl’s lap, feeling his rough strength and stalwart dominance preclude all thoughts of submission I’d ever had before. There was no way to rebuke this event and its effect on me. Even so, I found myself resisting, just long enough to arouse his anger.
