‘’That’s enough.’’ directed Master Bruce Greyson; who then rummaged through his bag and pulled out a couple of different sized dildos.
‘’Too bad I don’t have a strap on, but I want to get a few of Rhonda behind Pat poking him while he sucks cock.’’
Arfy then offered that he could easily make one if Bruce had a bit of rope and some duck tape, My Master, Bruce, cheerfully produced both from huge huge duffle bag.
‘’Great minds think alike.’’ said Bruce, laughing.
Arfy took the dildos which had two centered holes upon the ends, and, he inserted the motel Bic pen that snugly fit in the hole of one.
With his Zippo lighter Arfy melted the pen's shaft and bent it at 45 degrees. He took a plastic cup, put a wad of wet toilet paper in it, and then stomped upon it. He took his lighter again, and melted the cup around the broken edges. He took his cigarette and burned a hole through the center of the flattened, melted cup, above the wad. He then poked the Bic pen through it and inserted the other dildo.
Finally, the coupled dildos angled, aligned with the pen, butt to butt, was made sturdy wrapped together with duck tape.
Paul offered that he, being a Eagle boy scout, could easily fashion the 'stap-on' belt portion, and he set to work,
Then, all fascinated, watched while Paul demonstrated the knots necessary to construct a jock like arrangement.
I must say, I did rather envy his skills as he deftly, as a good sailor, tied the contraption to Rhonda’s hips, lovingly inserting one end of the dildos up her twat, while the rope was strapped tightly about her hips and up across her her crotch, the soft fatty skin of her body rolling over and almost hiding the rope in her nubile flesh. He kissed her deeply as he did so; while the other dildo poked firmly and realistically up at the proper angle.
She squeaked in laughter as she got behind me. Arfy, took his position with his enormous hard cock in front.
‘’Mamma, look at meee.’’ she sang, as she eagerly pushed the well built dildo strap-on from her hips in my ass.
‘’That doesn’t hurt, does it Pat?‘’ She stroked my belly with both hands. She found my nipples and gave them a tug.
''Keep pulling them'' I said; even as the long painted nails dug into my flesh.
They laughed, and Edmond said; ''look, a girl's fucking Pat.''
She hugged me about my torso as she hunched; so, feeling her soft breast and warm tits rubbing against my back was to be the most intimate I’d ever be with her, or likely any woman from henceforth, I thought.
Arfy then plowed into my mouth from having jerked his cock rapidly, after watching Rhonda, and said to Bruce that he was about to cum.
‘’Put it on his face,’’ said Edmond. Who was seated on the desk chair, masturbating.
The first gush of it hit deep in my throat. He pulled out to put the second over my back.
He wiped the still flowing dick head about my face as his cum flowed.
Bruce rapid fired his camera; and the flash shot like a strobe, the whole time.
Rhonda wiped the cum over my back and butt, as she continued hunching, laughing, and said;
‘’You look like a tasty glazed doughnut now, Pat.’’
Paul then wrapped his arms about Rhonda from behind and pulled her away from me.
’’Ya’ll stay as long as you need, but Rhonda and I are going to another room.’’ he said.
They grabbed their clothes. Paul unlocked the double door connecting the rooms, and Paul towed Rhonda, giggling, still wearing the strap on, through it, and out of sight. He slammed it shut with click of it's lock.
Arfy too, buckled up, grabbed his remaining bottle of vodka, and departed rather quickly.
Edmond sat rather awkwardly, still holding his dick, and then started pulling his trousers up.
‘’Hold on, Edmond.’’ said Master Bruce.
‘’You’re up next, I need a few more with you and Pat. Perhaps Pat behind you, Edmond?’
‘’I don’t think so, Mister Greyson,’’ stuttered Edmond, suddenly with a worried look upon his face.
‘’Yea, I understand, Edmond. Pat’s too queer for you. Is that it? You want a a real man.’’
Bruce walked to his chair, stood between Edmond’s legs pushing them apart with gentle kicks, and while shocked, unable to talk, Edmond’s lips puffed out like a pink, wet, earth worm. Edmond looked up, vulnerable to the change in circumstances.
Bruce unzipped, pulled his cock out, and told this ‘friend’ to smell it. Edmond’s pants remained puddled about his ankles and his dick hardened as he stared, frozen in his upturned drunken gaze.
‘You have a liking for oral sex, boy, don’t you?‘’
‘‘I want to get a picture of you licking Rhonda's juice that is on Pat’s butt -- You like pussy don't you, Edmond? Can you do that for me?’
Bruce pulled out his wallet and shucked 20 dollars off a roll and tucked in the 70 yo boy's opened shirt pocket.
‘’i’ll be right behind you, with my cock. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you boy?‘’
‘’This’ll just be between the three of us. What happens in the room stays in the room.’’
Besides, I want want both you boys to enjoy this, as you should. Begin by giving, Pat here, licks from his balls to anus; and pause to work on Pat's wet pussy pucker for me. I’ll say begin when I get in position with this shutter release cable.’’
Edmond climbed behind me at command. He licked my taint as Master had directed, from balls to anus. I could hear the camera shutter click and then Edmond let out a yell that I knew Paul and Rhonda likely heard.
‘’i’ll stop when I hear Pat tell me 'it’s good', Edmond.’’
Bruce continued to release the shutter and pump Edmond's ass. I felt Edmond's tongue upon my anus.
Being rimmed by this dick was heaven, but I held my reply that ‘it was good’ for a few long minutes.
