The Alcove: Part 4

Spring break our senior year of college and the girls and I were on a flight to Vegas to fulfill our freshman year pact to do something completely crazy, special, utterly regrettable, if anyone were to ever found out. It was to be a forever-memory. Heather’s insane “fantasy glory-hole” idea was unexpected to be sure, but it was perfect. So perfect, in fact, that all of us were out of our minds horny talking about the idea of so many cocks to fuck and so many orgasms to be had together that, well, when Katy and Leah could finally take it no more that night back in my apartment living room, we all had to join in.

I don’t know exactly when it happened for sure, but Heather was talking about fucking a married man at a swinger party when Katy’s blonde head dove between Leah’s thighs. It was so swift we all kind of caught our breath and then giggled and turned our attention to our two horny friends. This was not unusual for us to watch, of course, but that night found every one of us horny and in need. Usually we just watched Katy and Leah fuck and then we all disappear to our own apartments and bedrooms to masturbate. And even though we had, on the rare occasion, all been together for an evening of sex among girlfriends, this moment was very much a rarity.

I think Leah almost came immediately when Katy’s tongue slid inside her. Leah’s dyed-red hair fell on my lap and I watched her mouth open wide and her face contort. She came so hard her whole body shook. My head was spinning with wine and I was so fucking horny I could barely concentrate. Only that constant demand for attention between my thighs was clear in my mind. Leah’s head on my lap made me ache all over. My needs were only heightened when Leah reached inside my pajama shirt and fondled my tit. My nipples stood firm and she gently pinched it provoking a sigh from my throat.

I looked up to see Stacia and Heather kissing while Heather lay back on the floor. Stacia climbed over top of her and their thighs pressed firmly against the other’s pussy. As they kissed, their hips grinded against the other’s thigh. Stacia’s hands folded into Heather’s and their hips moved faster and faster. Soon their lips unlocked and their eyes closed tight. They started moaning and, as if they had rehearsed this intricate erotic dance, Stacia and Heather pitched their heads backward, Heather’s against the floor and Stacia’s towards her back, and they came with the hips bucking against the other’s leg.

Gillen and Mindy had wasted no time joining the fun, except they had taken time to slip out of of their nightgowns. Naked and in position 69, Mindy’s blonde, wavy hair flowed across the carpet as she lay on her back with her legs spread for Gillen hungry mouth. Both were bucking against the other’s face reaching for the tongue that flicked their respective clits. Their fingers slid inside their partner’s pussy when they moaned through mutual orgasms.

My attention was finally diverted when I felt Leah move her head off my lap and her hand release my nipple. I looked over and found her and Katy changing positions. Katy had moved to her knees and Leah was sliding underneath her hips. Katy, lips wet with Leah’s come, flashed a knowing, evil grin at me, as she crawled forward. She reached a hand forward and grabbed my shoulder forcing me to move my back away from the couch and toward the apartment’s floor. I smiled back and quickly rolled to my back and rested one leg on the couch and the other beside Leah’s head. All I could see was Katy’s blonde hair as her face vanished between my thighs. I felt her fingers pull my soaked panties to the side and the quick flick of her tongue against my clit. I arched my back and moaned. When Katy’s tender lips sucked my pussy inside her mouth and her tongue explored inside, I bucked against her face, slammed my hand on the floor and clawed my fingers into the carpet. My head spun in every direction and my body convulsed with a tear-provoking orgasm. I wiped away the tear as my climax raged inside.

As quick as the moment had started, it had ended. We had each had an orgasm and decided it was time to break up the night’s party with the pact secured. Heather, Mindy, and Gillen left for their apartment and I stumbled to the bathroom. On my way to my bedroom I realized that Katy and Leah had not yet left and were taking turns sucking on Stacia’s pussy and tits. Like I said, Stacia would let people suck her pussy for days, if they so desired. And clearly Katy and Leah weren’t ready to leave. I was on the verge of passing out but decided sit on the couch and masturbate while watching my three friends have a go with each other. Stacia was having orgasm after orgasm and her hands clutched the couch and floor as if she were trying to grab something to keep her body from floating away with her ecstasy. Katy and Leah each took turns and switched each time Stacia came. I had pulled my panties aside and was running my fingers along my clit feeling that familiar tingle and flashes of my climax appear then recede.  My climax crashed inside when Leah decided to climb on Stacia’s face and fuck her tongue while Leah let Stacia finger bang her pussy. I came with Katy and Leah and had to admit that Stacia clearly had a talent of getting both of them off at the same time. I slipped into my bedroom and fell asleep. In the morning I found Katy, Leah, and Stacia asleep on the apartment floor, their naked bodies entangled with a blanket pulled over them.  I wondered how long they had fucked after I went to bed.

As the plane touched down in Vegas I grappled with how I was feeling. Nervous? Anxious? Sick? Excited? What? Maybe all of it. Leading up to this moment only Heather really knew the entire plan. She had worked all the details out with her Vegas couple and all we had to do was to submit our medical exams for approval. We all had reportedly cleared the evaluation stage and we were next to go to Kale and Rita’s house before heading over to The Alcove.

Although there was no fancy chauffeured town car to pick us up, Kale did drive a luxury SUV, which fit us and our overnight bags comfortably. He was a handsome, middle-aged man with light blue eyes and salt and pepper hair. Although nothing in in physique said that he was overly muscular, he appeared fit. But all of that paled to his devastating, dimpled smile. I immediately saw how that lured Heather in since she was all about a man’s smile.

Their house was sprawling, modern and beautiful, but modest compared to the opulent homes in the neighborhood. Rita greeted us in her living room. She was a petite woman, with jet-black hair that had understated strands of white streaks throughout. She was beautiful with her thick lips and brown eyes, and she was dressed as if she were about to hit the town in a tight, black mini=dress. Her slender body was quite showy in the dress and she finished the outfit with bright red heels. Rita broke all my stereotypes of becoming less sexy as we get older. She was stunning and I hoped I could be half as sexy as she was when I got to be her age.

We tried to eat a light meal, but none of us seemed hungry. Except Heather. She ate like a horse but remained skinny as a toothpick. Bitch! She didn’t seem anxious at all, but clearly the rest of us were getting more and more anxious the closer the hour got to heading to The Alcove. I admit that my mind swung from disbelief to clarity thinking about how amazing this moment was for us. Fulfilling the pact was a fantasy as freshman in college but it was soon to be a reality. Much of the trip to Vegas and the drive to The Alcove was a fog, yet complete clarity when I thought of the resolve, excitement, and anxiousness I saw in my girlfriends’ eyes. It was clear that they wanted to also complete the pact despite the craziness of the whole concept.

Kale and Rita were dressed up, but the rest of us were not. Fact was we weren’t actually there to impress anyone. We were truly there to get laid. And get laid a lot. I didn’t know how I would respond or whether I could actually pull it off. What if I panicked? What if I just couldn’t do it? I figured the other girls were feeling the same way, but none of us admitted to it. We all acted like it was a special bonding activity for us, which it was, but we were trying to act like this whole scenario was no big deal, that we could handle it. And in some ways that was true. We were all sexually experienced and had each had sex with each other so, in that regard, it really wasn’t extraordinary. Yet, it was so clearly extraordinary. A disjointed reality of sorts. A cornucopia of emotions.

Kale pulled the SUV into a parking lot of a small building tucked into an industrial area. It was really pretty nondescript. Nothing about it alerted the community of what the place was or said hey, everyone, swingers come to this building and have orgies! It blended right into the fabric of the area, which is exactly what it was supposed to do. Kale toured us around the building. The entry area had tinted glass so nobody from the general public or anyone who happened to stumble by could see inside. Past the entry was comfortable seating surrounding a nice sized dance floor and a bar at the far end. It just looked like a million other clubs we could have gone to in Vegas. We walked past the bar and entered a hallway with three rooms on each side of the hallway. Each room was themed. One room was just a giant bed with safari and jungle themed bedding and wall art. Another had only three sex swings hanging from the ceiling. Another room had a wall of leather whips, handcuffs, and chains for those exploring a kinkier evening. At the back of the hall was the final door. Kale stopped and looked at us with a knowing smile and with what looked like gratitude.

“Ladies, behind this door is The Alcove,” he said full of pride. “This has been me and Rita’s dream to create such a place. You are helping us fulfill this dream of a purely sex-driven glory-hole environment. You are indeed the first to even use this room. In fact Rita and I decided to not even test it out ourselves.” He laughed, as did we all, but ours was mostly due to nerves than any real humor.

Kale opened the door and the smell of incense burning wafted through the hall. It was sweet yet pungent. The room was dimly lit and the wood plank walls were graffiti-covered with neon paint. At the far wall I could see two circular holes that were clearly the typical glory holes I knew of from porn. The other holes, however, were much larger, so that a person could climb through and rest their stomach or back inside. On one wall there was an elevated hole that prevented anyone from climbing up and sticking a cock inside the person in that glory hole. A couple other holes had straps above each hole.

“What are the straps for?” asked Stacia.

Ken walked over and grabbed one. “After a while, holding your legs in the air would become quite impossible,” he said.  “So we installed these to give you support. Put your ankles inside and I can strap you in.” We all nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to do. Clearly they’ve thought of everything.

“Each of you take a look inside,” said Ken pointing to the glory hole by which he stood. “Don’t worry, I won’t attack you.” We laughed but Heather said, “I wish you would!” She gave him a kiss as she popped her head inside and then stepped back so that each of us could look. Inside was a soft bench on which to lay, a lube station, and, seemingly out of character, a bank of small TV screens.

“The screens are on a closed circuit so you all can see each other. We believe you will feel more comfortable knowing what’s going on with each other. Plus there is a button by the TV that you can push if you need a break, want to leave, or if you need any help. I have trusted security team hired for all of my events. They will be available immediately if you need something. You are here voluntarily and you may quit whenever you want. In fact you never even need to start if you choose not to. This is for you to have fun and enjoy. If those things aren’t happening, then I want to be sure you can get out of the room. It really is for you to enjoy.”

We all murmured our appreciation and, with glances all around, confirmed that we were all still together and ready to do this. The pact would be fulfilled and it was clear that, although everyone seemed nervous, we were totally down.

“Now I do need to ask if you are willing to have your picture taken and posted above your glory hole,” said Kale. “As you know, most men are visual, and, if I can be so bold, you are all so beautiful that seeing your face and hearing you through the wall will make the sex more enjoyable for everyone involved. It’s still anonymous since they won’t know if it’s really you in the picture or not, but it enhances their fantasy of you.” The girls agreed that we would be willing to do so, even though it seemed a little strange. But, then again, what about this wasn’t strange for most people.

Once the pictures were taken and printed, Kale asked, “so who is going where?” We all looked at each other. We had joked about where everyone would go but now that we were actually standing in The Alcove, what did we want as our experience?

Katy and Leah, predictably, told Kale that they would take the cock-sucking glory hole. Also predictably, Stacia wanted the higher glory hole so she could have fingers and tongues in her all night. Gillen, Mindy, Heather, and I looked at each other and smiled. “Well, bitches,” I said. “Looks like we are going to get a whole lot of cock tonight.”

“Yes!” they yelled and finally the tension broke. My legs felt weak and my stomach churned but I realized that these anxious feeling I had were more anticipation and excitement. I could not wait to start the evening. I could not wait to have our group gang bang in the fantasy glory holes of The Alcove.

“Excellent!” said Kale. “Doors open in ten minutes. And, if my registration holds true, we have quite a guest list.”

“How many?” asked Heather.

“Is fifty too many for you?” asked Kale with a wry smile.

“That’s fine for me but how many for the rest of them?” said Heather. If only I had had a handful of pretzels to chuck at her. And then my stomach twisted into a tighter knot. Fifty?! I mean who knows how many I might personally be with during the night, but even half of that, a quarter of that, seemed overwhelming. Only Stacia would miss out on getting some cock being positioned in the lofted area . And then it occurred to me that I actually could get fifty cocks in me if all of them made sure that got around to all of us at least once. My head was swimming and I was suddenly dizzy.  I thought maybe this was too much. Maybe I couldn’t handle this after all. I looked around at my best friends to see if any of them looked like maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Katy and Leah looked like they were about to jump out of their skin with excitement. They smiled widely and practically bounced as they slipped off their t-shirts and shorts. They hugged each other and hugged each of us in turn. “Have fun you sluts!” said Katy. That helped ease my nerves a little, but I still thought maybe my nerves would get the best of me. Katy and Leah quickly rounded the corner to a door that gave them access to their glory holes. They both stuck their faces against the holes and wagged their tongues at the rest of us. “Come and get it, fuckers!” Katy said. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Kale brought a ladder out of a closet and placed it against the wall where the lofted glory hole was located. “Stacia?” he said gesturing toward the ladder. Stacia turned to me and smiled. Her eyes were wild with excitement and disbelief. Sensing my anxiety, she came over and hugged me. “This is going to be so fucking amazing,” she said in my ear. She kissed me and tugged off her shorts and t-shirt as she walked toward the ladder. “You have enough room up there to slide all the way back and to drop a piece of wood to seal off your area, if you feel you need to do so,” said Kale. “Push the button and your leg straps will release. I will bring you the ladder, okay?”

“Yes. Okay,” said Stacia as she climbed the ladder and slide head-first into the glory hole. She wiggled her body around until she was face up.  She lifted her legs and Kale wrapped the leg straps around her ankles.

“Push the button for me, Stacia.” When she did, her straps unhooked and she was free again. “Okay. You’re all set,” he said. “But my god I’m going to have to come back and taste you, if that’s okay.”

“Fuck yes,” Stacia said with a squeal. Kale seemed to linger as if considering just going on ahead and sucking her clit. He managed to step away, however, remembering his role as guardian for the night. Still, I wouldn’t mind him fucking me before the night was out, presuming I could handle fifty-one.

“Okay, ladies,” he said pointing to the remaining glory holes. “Those of you who want to lie on your back, climb on in and I will get you strapped up. Same thing is true for you. Push the button and you can free your legs to slide all the way into the hole if you need to. I will be standing right over there the whole night.” Kale pointed to a corner of the room where he had a comfortable rocking chair ready for him to sit back and watch the evening’s event unfold.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that Gillen, Mindy, and Heather all wanted to be strapped in. They pulled their clothes off and shimmied their way into the glory hole. Each raised their legs in turns and Kale strapped them in. He ran his fingertips along Heather’s shaved pussy. Within the walls I could hear her giggle and say, “Not now, Kale! You can finish me off later tonight!”

“Dammit!” he said. “I want you now though!”

“Patience, baby. Patience.”

“Fine,” he relented and then turned to me. I looked around the room. Such an odd thing to see my girlfriends’ naked bottom halves completely exposed, their legs strapped to the wall and splayed open, ready for action. I knew they were as nervous as me, but they had not walked away. They were going to go through with fulfilling the pact we had made. I wasn’t going to let them down and I certainly wanted this experience despite how badly I was shaking.

“Don’t worry, Allie,” said Kale placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I put some drinks in there and, if you’re so inclined, a joint or two, if you need something to calm the nerves.

“Oh thank god,” I said walking towards my glory hole. “You know, my favorite position is doggie style. I won’t need strapped in. I’m just going to lean forward.” Kale smiled back at me and winked.

“That amazing ass of yours is going to command a lot of attention, you know,” Kale said warmly squeezing my shoulder. He motioned to the glory hole and I walked toward it. I was in a fog. I felt my shirt pull over my head and my shorts slide off my legs, but I don’t really remember taking them off. I remember climbing into the hole and immediately reaching for the bottle of wine and pouring a glass. I drank the whole thing extremely fast. I started to giggle. Then the TVs all popped on and I could see each of my girlfriends on their own TV screen. Each of them looked nervous but greedy with anticipation. We nervously waved at each other and giggled.

“Ladies,” said Kale. “I just got the text from Rita. The doors are open. Have fun!”

I fought back the urge to run away and fought the tightness in my throat. I couldn’t believe we were really doing this. Judging from my girlfriends’ faces, they couldn’t either.