Hornmanji Pt. 04

Literotic asexstories – Hornmanji Pt. 04 by Emilymcplugger,Emilymcplugger
We left our horny players in a possible bind but what will occur next? Well…you’re just about to find out so let’s crack on.

FRIENDS WILL BE FRIENDS EXCEPT WHEN THEY’RE NOT.

BHWANG!

The note echoed ominously throughout the house. Every time the gong or whatever the Hell it was announced its presence it invariably wound up being bad news. It was a sound all ten of us dreaded. As soon as it echoed all our eyes scanned each other then rested on Marla as she held the cock of the tribesman who was smearing paint on her body.

“What have you done?” Matty asked Marla, placing the blame for the ominous sound on his other half.

“I didn’t…how was I?” Marla asked, sheepishly, her hand still embracing the man’s hardening pole. At that point we heard the sounds of horns being blown, the scooped out kind rather than the orchestral or organic. From down the hall a number of figures strode forward. As the figures got closer we could tell that the central figure wore a huge decorative head-dress, clearly symbolising that this person was the chief or chieftain. Next to him was a man with a long head-dress who I assumed was some kind of medicine-man or sage or guru. The chief held up his hand and all of the painters took a step back away from us, indicating that something was off.

“I don’t like the look of this,” Elias remarked. To be fair I agreed with his assessment. Then, as if reading our mood, the orb on the board began to glow and swirl within. We ten eagerly gathered around awaiting the bad news.

You’ve made the tribal chief defensive,

His mood is sombre, he seems quite pensive.

But you can be at his majesty’s leisure,

By providing the tribes-folk oral pleasure.

“Well, that’s DEFINITELY not subtle,” Will quipped, getting some smiles, and some snickering from a few of us. The painters all moved their grass skirts aside to reveal their bits to us, the women with trimmed areas that one would next expect for such folk, the guys were a blend of circumcised and not and part of me wondered whether this was the game reading our subconscious preferences, however I had no further time to consider this as the woman who had painted me stepped forward with her lips parted and a “come hither” expression on her face. I did not need to be asked twice to tuck in.

I immediately got on my knees and attached my mouth to her sweet new pussy, letting my tongue explore her tasty, fleshy folds, her smile visible even from the angle I was at, my fingers probing apart her vulva as I searched her insides as she gyrated against my mouth. I flicked a side-eye over to my wife and could see her gobbling down the young man’s girthy monster as she looked up at him for approval, all he could do however is nod at Amy’s efforts as she sloppily devoured his tool.

As I gripped the woman’s buttocks holding her in place I took a look at Emma on my other side who was vigorously bobbing her head along her artist’s schlong, hoping that speed and friction would get this guy off as she jerked his shaft at the same time, all of us hungrily accepting the challenge to get the chief’s people off. Myself I was loving the taste of this young woman all over my mouth and dribbling down my chin as she nervously giggled and moaned against my talented tongue.

“URGH! HUH! GAH!” the guy at the other end of Emma’s mouth roared as he splayed his cum all over her face and tits as she firmly gripped his staff and milked the rest of the goo out of it. Once done the young man made a circular hand gesture in the air and walked away. As I slurped delightedly at the cunt in front of me Emma looked somewhat perplexed at what to do next. I nodded over to Amy and Emma gleefully acknowledged. Emma trotted over to Amy and plonked herself down next to her friend, moving her head between the painter’s legs and taking one of his balls into her mouth, the two friends working together on the guy’s cigar-like cock to bring forth his cum.

“HEH HEH, MMMM, OH, OH, OH!” he moaned as his dick splattered Amy and Emma with his seed, the two of them chuckling that their efforts had paid off. The man made the same sweeping circular motion with his hand, which I took as some kind of approval and walked away. Both women then moved around the room, clearly helping others to get off the remaining tribes-folk with Amy moving over to the guy Marla was pleasuring and Emma heading towards…me.

My eyes went wide as I saw her fulsome figure next to the two of us as Emma leant in and kissed the young woman, her hands exploring her body, moving up to her perky boobs, before she let her mouth drop down to the woman’s left breast, her eyes meeting mine and winking at me, as she did my cock flicked back involuntarily. I watched Emma suck on that dark tit and varied my licks from swirls to deep ice-cream style licks through the lips and around the top before returning back down. The woman’s breath became more intense as she quivered against my mouth as our combined efforts tantalised her body, her nipples seeming to get ever-larger in response to our efforts.

“SHA! FLAA! GAAH!” she gushed, as she quivered over my mouth, her orgasm ripping through her body as she stepped back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts as she trembled in front of the two of us. The tribes-woman made the same hand gesture as the previous tribesmen and then headed away. I got to my feet and gave Emma a hug in celebration, her heavy breasts pressing hard against my chest as I pulled her tight to me, my prick pressing firmly against her stomach as I nuzzled into her neck.

“Hmmm,” Emma purred as we remained like that, locked together whilst the rest of the room continued to fellate the tribes-folk that I noticed were now down to seven with Marla next to Wendy as she sucked on her brush-man’s end and Marla ran her tongue along the underside and Amy helping Titus get off his tribes-woman but their positions had markedly changed with Amy between the tribes-woman’s legs, Titus’ mouth on her tit and Amy’s hand rolling up and down Titus’ length. I felt a chill of jealousy roll like ice down my spine as I watched my wife of twenty years pleasure another man and woman at the same time.

“You help Elias,” Emma barked at me, breaking me from my lapse into self-pity. I headed over to Elias, the man who previously was not into oral, as he found it off-putting, was now seeming to make up for lost time as he slid his tongue all over the young woman’s bits as she rolled her hips over his face gleefully. I headed over to her, my tool bouncing cheerily in front of me as my eyes glided up and down her body before her eyes connected with mine and she aimed her smile in my direction.

“Hey!” I said as I reached her, my right hand reaching for her boob as I slid my other hand down her back, my middle finger slipping between her arse cheeks as I moved it ever downward, till it was nestled beautifully between the two. The young woman gazed at me provocatively, almost daring me to move my finger further up. I chuckled and arched my finger upwards, pressing gently against her awaiting sphincter until it yielded and my digit slipped inside.

For a moment my heart stopped as I remembered how the game had reacted to Marla reaching out but no noise BONGED and so I began to move my finger in and out of her back passage as she smirked in mucky delight. Downstairs Elias had his eyes closed as he lashed his tongue against the ladies clit, rubbing the delicate nub had with the flat, pressing down in slow rotations as I fingered her ass. Suddenly she flailed her arm out and dug her fingernails into my shoulder as her eyes went wide in shock and delight.

“HRRM! HRRM! HRRM….hmmm,” she whimpered as Elias opened his eyes then smiled up, showing pride in a job well done. The tribes-woman stepped back and began making the hand gesture I’d seen multiple times so far now.

“Yeah, yeah. We get it! We’re cool!” I remarked, pulling Elias up off his knees. We looked about to see how many people were left and now only three remained, but all of them were getting ever closer to the finish, so much so that Elias and I just relaxed and watched the ongoing oral love-fest play out. Amy and Tia were helping one guy get off, with both women crossing their tongues over the end of his cock whilst Wendy was standing besides them both, kissing the guy with hand going up and down his shaft and the other massaging his ass.

Meanwhile two women quivered as their pussies were being serviced by Will and Titus, both of them trying hard to bring the two women off, although Titus was being helped with Marla sucking her right tit and Emma sucking the other, with Titus hand roving up and down Marla’s legs as she took the large puffed-up nipple into her mouth, moving up her thighs as he chomped on the fleshy clam in front of his mouth. As for Will he was bringing the final girl off whilst Matty was fondling her body, mauling her breasts from behind whilst gyrating against the woman.

Elias and I just remained routed where we were and watched our friends and other halves pleasure these three strangers to completion, watching as the two women trembled out their orgasm and the guy added to the load on Amy’s face and chest and splattered Tia for the first time before heading back down the hallway.

We all sighed as the tribes-folk disappeared back whence they came after yet another crisis had been averted. The turns appeared to be getting increasingly sexy and increasingly dangerous. I got to my feet and stretched, casting my eyes between Amy and Emma. I definitely needed to speak with Amy but I really wanted to grab Emma and continue our smooch from earlier, but who to walk out with was a puzzle. Eventually I decided the best thing to do was make it their decision and I headed to the kitchen on my own, which seemed to act as a catalyst for everyone else to move. I reached the kitchen and stood at the island, eyes-closed, fists clenched as I pondered everything that had occurred since I’d purchased this ridiculous game for adventurous couples.

Us? Adventurous? Ha! What fools we were. We got excited at having toothpaste with a stripe down it. We’d kidded ourselves and now we were stuck in this absolute nightmare, however my self-pity abated somewhat as I heard gentle footfalls from unclad feet approach the kitchen. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes and becoming very shocked.

“Hi. You having a drink?” Marla asked.

“Hello,” Tia stated, her voice ever so genteel. These two women contrasted each other perfectly, Marla with her darker skin, huge brown nipples and full breasts and hips looked so different to Tia with her pale skin, slender frame and narrow hips, Marla’s brown hair being lustrous and wavy compared to the straight black of Tia. For a moment I wondered where Amy or Emma was but then decided to enjoy the company of the ladies who were here.

“Hello. I was…er…thinking about it,” I stammered, remembering my thoughts before as I knocked back the warm liquid that was smashing my inhibitions to pieces but numbing my smarts. I picked up three glasses, took them to the fridge and added ice to all of them, leaving less room for alcohol than previously.

“What are you making of tonight then?” I enquired as I passed the glasses out before filling the remaining empty space in my glass with tonic water. If we were gonna get through this then we needed to be as sharp as we could be, even though I was starting to get a taste for the warm, yet cold wet delight.

“S’okay so far. I think. I can’t believe I’m standing about naked with strangers and friends though,” Marla replied, nervously as she tipped up her ice with the remnants from my bottle of Captain Morgan’s rum.

“How about you, Tia? Is that how you’re feeling?” I asked as she coated her frozen water with the dregs of some Smirnoff ice.

“I don’t know. All of this sex…with other people apart from Titus. This all feels like…cheating,” Tia confessed. Marla choked on her drink and I rubbed my eyes to hide my guilt over my own indiscretions.

“It’s not,” I began, unsure of where about I was gonna take this sentence before swigging my drink and carrying on. “It’s only cheating if you were doing this outside of the game”.

Tia had a puzzled look on her face. It was a pretty lame excuse but it’s the only one I could think of.

“Look, everything we do tonight is part of the game. It’s all about being adventurous, taking risks. What you did earlier with Amy and Wendy…that’s the game. Just enjoy it,” with that I placed my drink on the island and moved behind Marla, wrapped my arm around her waist and whispered, inaudibly to Tia but loud enough for Marla, “I know about you and Titus”.

I then moved her face so she was looking at me and moved my lips onto hers, caressing against the sensitive flesh subtly before Marla moved her mouth forward and surged her tongue into my mouth, firing it against mine as she reached back with her right hand and gripped my rapidly expanding length as my left hand reached up and cupped her left boob. I flicked open my eyes and spied on Tia who was hungrily watching the two of us with her right hand between her legs as she leant on the kitchen island with her left.

“All part of the game tonight. Isn’t that true, Marla?” I asked, my hand still on her boob as I kissed down her neck.

“Uh-huh,” Marla replied as I slipped my hand between her thighs and moved my finger along her moistened pussy lips.

“Show her,” I told Marla, loud enough for Tia to hear. It was clear from what I’d heard earlier that Tia was somewhat into girls but nothing had ever occurred between her and her friend here. I let go and observed as Marla wriggled seductively over to Tia, slid her hands around her waist and moved in for a kiss, the two of them closing their eyes as their arms wrapped around each other and their lips mashed joyfully together, Tia’s hands moving from her back to her front, tugging on Marla’s nipples as the two friends noisily took that comradeship to a whole new level as their hands roved over each other’s skin, before they detached each other’s mouths and looked longingly at each other like they wanted SO much more right now.

“See. All part of the game,” I advised, reassuringly. Tia and Marla shared a glance then the two of them sacheted back to me with Tia reaching out to my tool and providing a tight grip around it.

“Is this still part of the game?” Tia asked as she drew her hand forward and back along my thickness, a challenging yet dirty look on her face whilst her fingers stimulated my organ.

“It’s very much in the spirit of HORNMANJI, yes,” I replied, breathlessly, licking my lips whilst Tia played with my tool. I moved my hand closer to her body till it was millimetres from her quim, awaiting her permission to take things further. Tia took a look down and a glance up and gave the gentlest of nods, so I moved my hand forward, palm upturned as I slipped my finger inside, savouring the look as Tia opened her mouth in enjoyment as her pussy enveloped my digit in her fiery wetness.

“I think I’m starting to like this game,” Tia breathed as she began to feel less restrained by notions of fidelity or monogamy. For a fleeting second a thought occurred to me, a wonder even. Where was Amy? What was my wife doing? Was she sucking off one of my friends? Did she have another man’s dick in her mouth? Was she bouncing along some stranger’s cock? Maybe she had someone in her mouth and her pussy as she lay across a bed…or maybe…worse. I almost darted out of the room till Marla moved behind Tia and cupped Tia’s slender boobs with both hands, moving them up and down almost comically.

“Don’t you think it’s about time these saw some attention too?” Marla asked. I spied Tia’s waggling titties and couldn’t help but lick my lips and grin at her pale orbs of pleasure. I moved my face down to her left tit as Marla moved Tia to face her and pressed her open mouth against hers, Tia stroking her hand up and down my length as my fingers slid inside her entrance, the three of us rocking together whilst mutually connected.

“You like that, T?” Marla asked her friend as my attention caused her nips to poke out as if to attention.

“Uh-huh!” Tia replied as I rubbed my thumb over her clit as her pussy swallowed my finger. Marla had desisted from kissing Tia and was merely staring at my stiffy with hungry eyes, biting her lip as Tia’s hand drew up and down my length, I could tell she was feeling somewhat left out and maybe even slightly jealous as she watched me relish ravishing Tia’s tits. Marla let go of Tia and moved next to her and leant against the kitchen island, wriggling her backside.

“Mmmm, can I get that sausage to go?” Marla asked, as she could no longer deny the horniness running through her veins. I gazed over at Marla as she swayed against the serving station, her boobs moving from side to side and I found I couldn’t ignore my own want to slip inside her wetness whilst feeling her feeders in my fingers. Our eyes locked and she smirked wickedly back at me. I detached my fingers from Tia’s amazingly hot wetness and moved myself behind Marla, rubbing my cock up and down her slit as she purred joyously back at me, grabbing her arse cheeks and having my length pressing between her pussy lips just waiting at her snatch.

“I don’t know about to-go, but I can serve it to you in here if you like,” I suggested, pressing myself so I was further inside her, my head now nuzzling between her lips and poised to slide inside her.

“Why not. I’m looking forward to having some meat inside me,” Marla chuckled as I gripped her cheeks more fiercely. I looked over at Tia whose fingers had replaced mine between her thighs, she gazed back and nodded wickedly, and with that, I slammed my length inside her.

“URGH! Oh fucking Hell!” Marla roared as I entered her, feeling her tight innards wrap herself around my girth. I’d only had sex previously tonight as I’d transformed into some primitive apeman creature and so higher feelings of delight had been replaced by a just a base urge but this, this feeling of Marla’s tight body, at the end of my shaft, my hips making into her backside as I slammed into her, Tia next to us, twiddling her bits as she watched us…this was something else.

“You enjoying the show there?” I asked Tia as I drove myself deep into Marla who squirmed against me every time I filled her body.

“Oh yeah,” Tia hummed as she licked at her lips as Marla and I half-fucked, half-performed for Tia’s pleasure, my rhythm building as I upped the tempo, enjoying the feeling of her snatch squeezing me tool as I powered into her.

“MMMM, Oh boy, fuck me harder…faster,” Marla begged as she moved back against my thrusts each time, longing to feel me inside her. I held onto her arse by the hips and no doubt the SLAP SLAP SLAP noises could be heard throughout the house but part of me didn’t care. I somehow knew that everyone else’s noises would be drowning out the sounds of us in here, including Amy. Oh my God, what was she doing now? Did SHE have someone else’s cock deep in her pussy? Maybe someone was there fucking her face as she gagged on their tool? Or, maybe…just maybe, she was pinned between two people, one dick in her sweaty slit and another pummelling her ass.

Part of me was appalled at this idea, of Amy cheating on me in such a way in our own house, but at the same time, whilst my rod was buried in this stranger I had to admit that part of it also turned me on, the thought of my wife being used and also using two guys herself to get her off…my God, my dick got even bigger thinking about that.

“I can feel you…feel you filling me…even more,” Marla responded to my increasingly turned-on state. I glanced over at black haired Tia, losing herself to the pleasure of her fingers, stared down at Marla’s sexy wavy brown hair and deliciously chewy backside and knew I wasn’t gonna last long.

“I’m gonna cum…any time now…” I stated, feeling my dick filling with juice as I rammed inside Marla, my thrusts getting quicker by the second as she moved back against me too, encouraging my climax, seemingly wanting me to fill her up, shoot deep into her with my hot seed.

“Do it. Cum inside me,” Marla implored as I buffeted her rear end, ploughing her snatch. Tia opened her mouth and gripped the worktop as her efforts on her nub reached their zenith as her lips and thighs quivered in sync as she moaned out her orgasm.

“OH…MY…OH!” Tia cried as she moved her hand and closed her legs as she gripped the work-top with both hands and buckled over next to it. Seeing Tia next to me cumming as she watched Marla and me set me off and I felt my cock explode deep within Marla.

“Holy fucking balls of fire!” I yelled out, although where that exclamation came from God only knows as I held Marla still against my waist, keeping my prick locked inside her, till she moved forward and disconnected herself from me. I leant back against the fridge behind me and took a deep breath as the three of us processed what had just happened.

“Well, who’s up for the next roll of the dice?” I quipped, only to see Tia and Marla raise their hands in unison. We all left and then headed into the living room without really considering what we’d see upon entry. I guess we partly thought we’d walk in and just see people engaged in conversation, perhaps some witty banter or humorous anecdote. We didn’t expect to see Emma sitting between Matty and Will, her hands yanking up and down their pricks as Matty explored her pussy with Will mauling her massive boobs, all three of them wrapped-up in the moment as their hands explored each other’s bodies, Matty fingering Emma’s snatch deeply and deliberately before Will bent his head in order to take Emma’s right nipple into his mouth.

Emma’s hands moved up and down the shafts in her hands, gripping them tight, holding them firm like two prizes she’d won at the fair that she was scared to let go, tugging them up and down as the two naked men used their fingers and mouths to pleasure Emma’s body. I began to move my hand to my dick but instead felt someone else’s fingers tighten around it. It was Tia, whose left hand was around me whilst her right was between her legs moving in and out of her sloppy slit.

I looked to my left and there was Marla with a hand on her tit and the other strumming her nun, eyes fixed on Emma’s antics on the sofa. I peered back at the couch threesome who continued to play with each others’ bits, oblivious to our presence as their mutual pleasure was their only concern, Emma’s thighs now quivering in response to Will and Matty’s attention to her body. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I so wanted it to be me that made her feel that way, wanted it to be my fingers exploring her trimmed gash, wanted my length to be inside her feeling her cum around my cock as I exploded inside her.

BHWANG!

The sound of the game summoning us all to playing mode snagged everyone’s attention like a fishing hook in everybody’s mouth, snagging them back to the game. Emma’s eyes shot open and her legs closed in unison as she jolted upright as the two guys at her side leaned back, legs crossed.

“Oh, hi. Ahem, we didn’t hear you come in,” Emma replied, awkwardly. I wanted to say something reassuring but my envious heart prevented any words from forming, thankfully I didn’t need to.

“It’s okay. It’s HORNMANJI. It’s just part of the game,” Tia remarked with a wry, knowing smile. Tia moved back to her place sitting around the board whilst Emma, Matty and Will all relaxed somewhat from Tia’s comments, but I did not. All I could wonder is where my wife was? Four people were missing from the front room; Elias, Titus, Wendy and Amy and bearing in mind what we’d all been doing I dreaded to consider what had been going on in another room in our house. It was then I heard the footfalls down the stairs of multiple feet, followed by the four missing people entering the room sounding short on breath and with their artistic markings on their bodies smeared.

It was as if bodies had been rubbing together and within that coalescing they had mixed. I felt my stomach flip at the thought of what this meant as my wife settled down around the board with her artistic efforts smudged and discoloured. Amy looked me up and down and seemed to shudder before looking away from me, seething. I wondered what the Hell her problem was till I looked down at my hips and could see that the paint on my body was around my chest, down to my waist, up my thighs but had been wiped away where my semi-hard cock was from me fucking Marla.

I went from feeling animosity to terror in that moment and quickly sat down again to not draw attention to myself. We all sat around the board waiting for something to happen and someone to do something after all the previous action so far tonight.

“So…whose turn is it?” Matty asked. We all looked at each other as we’d all seemed to lose track of the order of play.

“Art,” Amy replied coldly. I thought back to the start of the game and worked out she was right. I grabbed the little boxes of both peril and pleasure and hurled them over the board, watching as they bounced their merry way till they stopped on a five and a two. Finally! I’d got moving as my piece stopped at eleven, I was feeling like I was catching people up. As ever, we all leaned into the board, I tried to glance over at Amy and saw her look away from me, fury still all over her face. The mists waggled around till the words menacingly appeared.

This spider’s web seems impossible to escape,

But mass and friction will, so best grab a mate.

Elias looked at the rest of us with fear in his eyes. He needn’t ask “what spiders?”, none of us did, the mutual chill seemed to shudder through all of us till we heard the clickety-clicking of eight-legged creatures moving around us, more than one. I felt my neck twinge in terror as I moved my head slightly only to feel and hear an almighty wet THWACK hit my arm. I turned and saw what seemed to be a thin line of silk from one spider’s spinneret, but this was no ordinary-size spider, this was the size of a man’s hand. I gave it a pull and the spider moved in response to my efforts. I smirked, feeling happy that these eight-legged freaks were so easy to beat, till another wet THWACK hit my other arm and pulled me back the opposite way.

“What the Hell?!” Wendy shouted as two different strands of webbing hit her back and pulled her onto the sofa, with two more strands hitting her legs and keeping them splayed.

“Art! What do you…” Amy began, before two strands hit her legs and pulled them out from under her, pulling her towards the wall. I moved as much as I could to get to her, fighting against the lines of silk that were pulling me away from her, managing to get nearer as the spiders continued to shoot their webs at me and dragged me in a different direction.

Around the room I could see others in a similar but not so fortunate situation. I was next to Amy but other couples were scattered across the room. Will and Wendy were relatively near each other and trying desperately to get closer but Emma was nearer Matty than Marla was, Titus nearer Marla than Tia and she was way nearer Elias than anyone else.

Increasingly we were getting stuck to the walls, the floors and the furniture with an endless series of silk streams, attaching themselves to our bodies and trying to hold us in place but to what end? I caught Amy’s eye as we struggled against the webbing. Amy stared at me with an intense look on her face, like she was deep in thought whilst her eyes regarded me with disdain.

“This spider’s web seems impossible to escape, but mass and friction will, so best grab a mate,” Amy repeated. I just looked at her, feeling confused. “You have to get your body nearer to mine. We need to create a bigger mass”.

I nodded and reached my fingers over to hers, stretching hard against the slender but strong liquid/solid, my fingers intertwining with hers and our combined arm strength allowing us to pull our bodies together but the sticky liquid/solid material merely melded our bodies together.

“Well, that didn’t work out,” I complained, causing my wife to glare at me even more resentful than she already was.

“I know. We have to create friction,” Amy responded, seriously, but with an undercurrent of barely concealed sarcasm. I wondered for a moment how she was planning for our mass to create fiction when she reached down, grabbed my tool and moved it between her legs. I stared at my wife in amazement at what she was suggesting. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m only doing this with you cause you’re the one nearest to me”.

Those words stung me deeply but I pushed aside those remarks as I moved my hips and entered inside her warm inner chamber, feeling somewhat better as she sighed as my cock slipped inside her. I moved my hands over her shoulders and began to move fiercely inside her as our movements caused our bonds to pull and weaken.

“Okay, I get it,” Titus remarked upon seeing what Amy and I were doing, his eyes drooling over my wife’s body as she writhed against me. The newcomer reached out to Marla, the subject of his clandestine affair possibly from what we had heard earlier. The two of them then pulled themselves towards each other till the sticky substance between them fixed them together, with Marla quickly reaching down and aiming Titus’ pole inside her, before skewering herself on to it.

“HO, Yes!” Marla exclaimed as she dug her fingers into the young man’s back whilst he began to pound aggressively into her. I looked over at Tia who could only watch in horror as her friend Marla rode her other half in a manner that was all so revealing that this was not her first time as she used the friction to release her legs and wrap them around him appreciatively.

I then looked over to Matty who was also making the connection as he chose to look away and concentrate on pulling Emma over to himself, her huge norks, pressing against the young man’s chest as they locked together in the webbing, and then after some adjustment began to thrust together, the young man focussing all his energy on Emma as they fucked angrily together, Emma enjoying the rage-fuelled power that Matty was giving her as he pummelled his hips against hers.

I returned my gaze to my wife who was eyeing Titus and Marla with besotted eyes as I slid powerfully in and out of her quim, Amy licking her lips as she watched Titus ravage Marla’s body as she held her legs around him tight, her eyes closed in pleasure as the force of their fucking caused the strands to strain under their action. I glanced back to my wife whose eyes were still locked on the couple, a look of lust and longing etched on her face, before she turned back to me, her expression torn between animosity and animal lust as our fucking weakened the strands holding us in place.

By now each couple, together by choice or bound together through necessity was holding onto each other and grinding hard to release them from the sticky substance. Amy and I were leaning away from the wall as I plowed into her with great gusto, my cock smacking into Amy’s insides causing her ass-cheeks to shudder from the pounding, her face away from me staring at others as they began to fuck with gusto to release themselves from the bonds when Wendy let out a horrified shriek.

“AAAGH!” Wendy cried. We all strained to see the cause of the scream and could see a huge shadow in the hallway, about five feet high and maybe ten feet across, barely fitting in the hallway.

“What the fuck is that?” Amy asked, terrified.

“I don’t know but I know I don’t want to be stuck in theses fucking bonds when it gets here. Now look at me!” I instructed my errant, aggravated wife. She looked back at me and nodded. I gripped her shoulders and began thrusting into her as powerfully as I could, her pussy was warm and welcoming and although her face clearly contained some level of venom, I could also detect plenty of pleasure in her moans and breathing as we tried to power through the strands of spider-silk that held us in place. Amy reached around more, gripping my back and trying to create as much friction the opposite way. “Don’t look at what’s coming, just look at me!”

“I can feel what’s cumming,” Amy joked. Causing me to smile at my gorgeous red-headed wife as I placed my feet against the wall as we were now totally horizontal against it, only a few strands of goo holding us in place as Amy wrapped her legs around me more.

“Oh, fucking Hell, yeah. URGH, your cock feels so good!” Amy sighed as I felt myself starting to lose control in this most delicate of positions before…

SNAP!

We collapsed onto the floor and I pushed myself off Amy with both my arms and my legs, with my wife also trying to shake off the sticky, gooey material between us till eventually we were separated. Immediately after we both felt a compulsion to look into the hallway. There we could see six eyes shining back beneath a hairy head. Unlike its smaller minions this was moving ever slowly forward, its scale making any sudden quick movements. It had not made the living room so escape was still possible but we needed to work out a strategy.

“You help Emma, I’ll help Titus!” Amy barked my way. I nodded and strode over to Emma and Matty who were still vigorously jumping away, partly out of horniness, partly out of panic. I grabbed the rutting pair by the shoulders and yanked them in their webbing, pulling the two of them with my arms and back and legs as they gyrated as hard as they could till eventually…

SNAP!

All three of us collapsed on the floor in a sweaty heap, all of us becoming semi-stuck together somewhat, till we prised ourselves free. I stared back at my wife who had gripped Titus from behind and was pulling to free them by pushing a leg against the wall, although she seemed to be more intent on rubbing herself up against his back as she forced her body against his. I felt a twinge of jealousy ripple through me as she briefly met my gaze and looked away to continue to brush her body against his causing no measure of discomfort to the young man who was certainly enjoying being sandwiched between Marla and Amy, with Marla looking none-too-pleased at my wife’s intervention until…

SNAP!

The three of them heaped on the ground as Emma freed Tia and Elias as Will and Wendy finally broke free, all of us feeling impressed with ourselves…till we saw the hairy legs emerging into the front room, approximately ten inches around and taller than any of us the first two of eight limbs were now fully in the front room as the remaining six pushed the hideous creature forward.

“Does…does anyone remember how Harry Potter got out of this sit…situation?” Wendy stammered as we all moved back, terrified.

“He had a m-m-magic car,” Tia replied as the beast entered the front room fully.

“We’re…we’re gonna have to try and w-w-ward it off,” Matty suggested. For a minute we all stared blankly at each other wondering how on this tiny blue dot we were gonna get it to back the Hell up? Elias picked up a vase from the window ledge and threw it at the creature, causing the vase to shatter against its body.

“HEY!” I yelled. I’d get that vase for Amy for our last anniversary. The monster however took a step back and seemed momentarily stunned. “Hey! That’s a good idea!” I promptly corrected, grabbing a clock whose batteries had died over a year ago and we never replaced and hurling it at the creature’s central mass.

“That was a wedding gift!” Amy shouted before the arachnid seemed to wince and pull back even further. “Give me that bowl!” Amy continued pointing to a dish full of potpourri that had been sitting there for six months, chucking it towards the eight-legged interloper, the impact causing it to squeal in pain which did make me feel an ounce of pain, till I remembered that this thing was massive and could easily kill us with one bite from its fangs. We continued to throw whatever we could at it as it slowly reversed into the hallway, into the shadows and out of sight, leaving behind a trail of shattered personal gifts, presents, keepsakes and Nicknacks whose value we thought we knew till we were under threat, then it was just ammo of sorts.

We all relaxed our bodies after barely escaping this time with our lives. Amy brushed aside the remaining gunk from her body and was scanning the room, clearly hoping to leave with someone else, anyone else but me for some intimate fun but there was no way I was gonna let that slide this time. I needed to speak with her and I needed to do that now. I stepped in front of my wife, who was seething with me and spoke before she had time to evade me or seek solace elsewhere.

“We need to talk NOW,” I stated, loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough in the kerfuffle for anyone else to register what I’d said.

“Yes…we do,” Amy replied, causing my stomach to do somersaults as she stormed off to the place that had been my sexual sanctuary so far, the kitchen. I quickly followed after her and entered to see her standing there with her arms folded, eyes blazing at me. My annoyance instantly turned into regret by adding the ingredient; angry wife.

“You want to tell me what happened whilst I was upstairs?” Amy scowled.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” I replied, gesturing to the smeared paint covering her body.

“I think that missing paint trumps my smears, don’t you?” Amy responded pointing to my flagging other-half now dangling guiltily between my legs.

“Fair point. Look, things are clearly getting out of hand. I did…some things. You did some things. Do you really want me to talk about this and do you want to tell me what you did?” I countered. Amy looked away momentarily but I could see some element of regret on her face over whatever it was she got caught up in.

“What do you suggest we do then, cause this is getting out of hand,” Amy asked. I wondered what the Hell to suggest. We both knew we had to finish the game but the strain this was pushing on our creaking marriage was enormous. I had to come up with a way to make it doable but not finish the two of us off. I then came up with something that I knew was a risky strategy but what other option did I have?

“Why don’t we look at tonight as like…a Hall pass. We can do who…what we want and we don’t mention it once tonight is over,” I offered. Amy thought about it, glanced briefly at my unpainted cock, and then returned her gaze to my face.

“Fine,” Amy replied. I breathed a sigh of relief without thinking what the word “fine” means in the wide context of the word from a woman. I went up to her to give her a hug and she placed a firm hand in the middle of my chest stopping me in my tracks. “No,” she continued and walked out of the kitchen with myself in tow right behind her.

We were about to enter the living room when noises in the front room made our naked feet stick like they were caught in quicksand, giggling followed by a shush held us in position before a couple of breathless, deep sighs from upstairs. Amy turned to me as if to ask where we should go?

“Upstairs,” I whispered. The two of us climbed the steps and as we went I reached back to grab Amy’s hand, which she did take as we followed the sighs which doubled as we moved up the steps. I turned back and put my finger to my lips to indicate that we should be quiet, whereas she stared right back at me with a “duh!” expression. I guess I asked for that. We continued till we got to the landing and then made our way to the only room that was unlocked…the guest bedroom. The door was open and the light was on, so we got as close as we could and peaked inside.

On the bed were Wendy and Emma moaning deeply into each pussies as they lapped hungrily at each other. It was surreal seeing two people who before this evening I had only ever seen clothed engaged in such a raunchy sexual display, the two women’s mouths slurping over each other’s sex as they tried to position their own hips for the best possible angle to receive the tongue of the other.

At the top of the bed stood Matty and Titus, the two of them stroking their lengths as they watched the two women who they’d never even met before this evening enjoy sloppy oral pleasure with each other. I didn’t know how this arrangement occurred and I certainly was not going to ask. I moved my head to talk to Amy who was enraptured by what she was seeing, her hand between her own legs. I waved my hand in front of her face to regain her attention and nodded downstairs to where the other noises were coming from.

Quietly and carefully we made our way back downstairs to more sounds of pleasure as we made our way downstairs inching delicately towards the front room, stopping and peering through the crack in the door, what we saw was mind-blowing. Elias, the man who couldn’t stand oral was led across the sofa with Tia perched over his face, squirming over his swirling tongue as he feasted on her snatch like a man who hadn’t eaten for a week, with Tia moving her hips against his mouth as though she had developed an appetite for for Elias mouth and was happy with her pussy being planted on his face.

Then, between his legs, a head was slurping around his cock’s fat, swollen end, but it was not Marla doing this…but Will. Skinny Will was holding and sucking on Elias tool as though it was a blackcurrant lollipop, tasting the end and obviously enjoying it as he then started sucking on his friend’s prick, with Marla led on the floor head bobbing up and down Will’s cock, the four of them lapping, licking and sucking in a certain kind of rhythm as they moved together like a perverted metronome.

I had no idea that Will possessed any bisexual tendencies. I had known him for the best part of twenty years, had been to the gym, even got undressed in front of him and assumed that he was straight just like me. However in that front room the only straight things were Elias and Will’s dicks, standing proud one in Will’s mouth and the other in Marla’s.

I glanced at Amy to speak to her only to have my words lodged in my mouth as I watched her frigging herself off watching the events in the front room. I found myself torn between watching my friends in the front room and watching my wife before an almighty sound broke me from my reverie.

BHWANG!

I almost jumped physically as the sound seemed to be even louder than usual. I grabbed my wife by the hand and pulled her into the kitchen as quietly and as sneakily as I could.

“What are you doing?” Amy whispered.

“If they move in the front room they know we’ll have been watching them, if we stay there for a moment and wait we might be seen by those upstairs,” I informed Amy. My wife nodded at my logic and I tapped the side of my head in a self-satisfied way. “NEVER only a hat-wrack,” I informed her about my big, ole noggin, before we heard the footfalls on the stairs and people heading into the front room. We then dusted ourselves down and made our way in.

“Hey! Wow! That was a heck of a big one wasn’t it?” I asked. All right guests in the front room turned my way becoming either very pink or very pale at my comments. “The noise from the game?”

“Oh right”.

“Of course”.

“The game”.

“I knew that”.

They all lied so unconvincingly as they sat back down but now apart from Amy and myself they had now fractured into different couples, reflecting how the dynamics in the group were shifting. I was still sitting with Amy by my side but couldn’t help but notice how Will had positioned himself much closer as had Emma on my other side. I was starting to feel a sense of dread in my stomach and that only increased when my wife picked up the dice and sent them hurtling across the board till they stopped on a five and a four moving her past me to twelve. As she leaned forward with Will scrambling ever closer to my wife the dread in my stomach only increased. We all waited for the mist to clear, however when it did a sudden sense of relief washed over us.

For one player now their problems will worsen,

As it’s time to send back the most annoying person.

We all looked at each other wondering how on earth we were going to decide this that seemed in any way fair, however we did not need to worry about that. Elias’ piece began to slide back down the board to the start of the game.

“HEY!” Elias yelled. “What the Hell!”

Elias looked around the rest of us to try and see if anyone disagreed with the game’s determination but we all just looked at him with blank mouths and expressions to match. Elias just shook his head enraged with only Tia cosying up to him to offer any consolation or comfort.

“I don’t think that,” Tia remarked.

“Well…” Will began, and I knew he was going to attempt some quippy remark that would build more tension. Probably something about her not knowing him that long. I was about to head him off when Wendy intervened, shooting a disgusted look at her other half.

“I think that the most important thing is that we try and get the game finished as soon as possible,” Wendy advised. We all nodded and agreed with Wendy, before we looked about feeling somewhat befuddled over whose turn it was next, before Wendy reached forward and gathered the numbered boxes in her fingers, shaking them somewhat angrily before letting them bonk across the board before settling on a double one taking her to nine. Strangely enough even though I agreed with her sentiment I couldn’t help but feel good that I was currently holding my position with the leading pack.

All of us craned our necks forward to see what was being offered as a challenge or instruction this time. Would it be miss-a-turn or would we have to ride on hippo’s and play a literal version of that game? Who knew at this stage? The mist cleared and we held our breath collectively as the words cleared.

A Tribe of wildebeest will crush your bones like eggs,

Unless you create a connected beast with twenty legs.

“What? Does this want US to become spiders now?” Titus asked, making me wonder if it should have been him that went back to the start of the game.

“No…No. It means we have to be connected like before I think, for the snake, but on our legs somehow?” Amy suggested. We all stood about like the naked idiots we were, a number of us feeling slightly jaded from drink at this stage when we heard a noise, a rumble, the ground moving beneath our feet as something trundled towards us, something that contained significant mass, something that was moving at speed and getting closer.

“Shit! We need to do something, or else we’re gonna get fucking smashed!” Titus remarked and he was not wrong. The floorboards juddered worryingly in response to the oncoming wildebeest stampede that we could already hear and feel through the wood beneath our feet. By now our expressions of confusion had changed to ones of concern. No-one wanted to get crushed by a confusion of marauding wildebeest. What was the next move? How did we turn ourselves into a ten-legged creature? Then Wendy clapped her hands together with a serene sense of certainty.

“A creature with ten legs. It’s like the best with two backs…sex!” Wendy explained, leaving the rest of us with no idea what she was talking about. “UGH! We’ve got to be in a line together, connected, making a beast with ten legs!” Wendy continued. For a minute we all moved in a haphazard way with our arms flailing at each other till Emma grabbed my hand and positioned me behind her, her body jammed hard against me, pulling me against her as we waddled forward, Amy then darted forward at speed and grabbed Titus by the arm, jamming him in behind her.

Marla was about to shout in protest when she realised that it would expose her affair with Titus. She placed her hand over her mouth and looked over to Tia who had already positioned herself in front of Elias, grabbing his stupidly long arm and wrapping it across her chest affectionately.

This left only four people with Marla grabbing Will and Wendy getting hold of Matty, the two of them whispering as they moved towards the rest of us as made a tightly bound creature with ten legs as the noise of the wildebeests got ever louder. I gripped Emma tight as she held onto Elias who was jamming against Tia, holding onto Titus with Amy gripping Matty whilst Wendy grabbed Will. It was weird the way we were connected so that the closeness and friction was a turn on yet so many of us were conflicted by who was in front of us, or behind us.

It was then they were upon us, charging through the living room either side of us, hurtling around the coffee table, the sofas and us in the middle, smashing into the bureau, radiators and bashing the furniture as they made their way past us, their hooves making a deafening sound as they clattered against the floor.

I closed my eyes and gripped Emma tightly, my cock standing between Emma’s round cheeks as the noise made it almost impossible to hear even your own thoughts, however whilst I couldn’t hear I could feel and I most definitely felt it when Emma gripped my tool and lowered it down so it was prodding between her lips, then sank back onto my length.

“HUUR!” Emma sighed as she sloppily slid onto my length, my hands moving from her waist to her hips as she slowly moved forward then back, rhythmically. I focussed on staring at my rod sliding in and out of Emma’s quim and not on the dumbass herd running past us, but I then heard something else that caught my attention.

“Holy mackerel, yeah! Tia moaned, just about audibly as Elias flicked his dick into Tia, the two of them rocking back and forward as Elias gripped Tia by the shoulders, her slender frame supporting his heavier frame as she leant against Titus. I had no doubt he could feel the tempo of her elbows moving against his back, and certainly hear her elevated breathing.

I wanted to watch more but was distracted as Emma changed from moving back and forth to a faster, more grinding motion, causing my balls to bounce forward every time my pole plunged inside her.

“Huh huh huh, hmmm!” Emma moaned as she rubbed herself against me. I leant forward moving my hands over her breasts, mauling them as I hastened my pace. I could feel the sweat from Emma’s back meeting mine as we mashed our bodies together, my hips driving into her cheeks as we moved together. The wildebeest kept running around us as our ten-legged monster held its ground in the middle of the room. I snuck a peak forward and could see Titus thrusting quickly into Amy in front of him and Amy’s red hair flailing wildly about as the younger man powered inside her. I could hear her gurgle in delight as he moved quickly inside my wife, she lost in enjoyment as her moans travelled back over other sounds almost as though she was being purposefully loud.

“Keep going…don’t get distracted,’ Emma pleaded, as she reached back to my hips, resting her breasts against Elias’ back, trying to pull my hips against her quicker. I started to pummel into her as the wild animals around us started to lessen, as they did the noises of our dec-legged-organism could be heard far more over the clatter of hooves and the words were both terrifying and yet at the same time a huge turn-on.

“Fuck me harder, Titus!”

“Oh God, Matty! That cock of yours feels so good!”

“Elias, don’t stop! Hmmm. Oh my!”

“Fill me, Art! Fill my fucking cunt!” Emma demanded as I held onto her boobs as I slammed inside her exquisite pussy, feeling it envelop my cock so perfectly it felt like we were always meant to fit together, her ample tits squeezed between my fingers, her blonde hair moving after every thrust, her moans forced out every time my length pounded inside her, it just felt amazing. I focussed intently on that, drowning out Amy’s cries of pleasure as Titus fucked the Hell out of her, till eventually I could take no more, my stiffy bursting inside Emma exploding my hot seed inside of her. “Oh fucking Hell, yeah!” Emma cried as we stopped moving against each other and remained motionless, locked together.

I raised my head, blowing Emma’s blonde hair from my face that was stuck there due to our sweat and could see Titus ramming hard inside my wife, Amy moaning loudly as she bent over, Titus hold of her arms pulling on them as he slammed his prick inside her, the slapping noise seemingly louder than all the other fucking going on in the room, his glutes powering into her as she whined in pleasure.

“Oh god yeah. Fucking take it! Take it all!” Titus barked as he stiffened, emptying his balls inside my dear wife.

“Oh that’s it! Oh I can feel it all inside me! Oh ho ho ho! Yes!” Amy chuckled dirtily, her laughter feeling like a spear inside my chest. Elias and Tia and Marla and Will were still going at it but I felt strangely disconnected. Like I was watching all of this unfold outside of myself. I could hear the increasing crescendo of noise from the two couples as they continued fucking whilst a mere handful of hairy beasts made their ways around us, but I just couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling within. I withdrew my cock from Emma but held her body close to mine as the cum dribbled out of her and down her leg, my hands gripping her boobs, holding her in place. I nibbled the back of her neck almost as a comforting measure. For a few more minutes the line held as the sounds of falling hooves died away and we clutched onto our partners catching our breath till Marla shrugged Will away from her and took her station around the board, viciously staring at Amy all the while.

“Are we playing the game or what?” Marla raged. I peered over at Tia whose eyes flicked between Marla and Titus.

“Whose go is it anyway?” Matty asked, deflated it as he too observed Titus and Marla with new eyes. Amy meanwhile stroked Titus’ arm before sitting back down and smirking sarcastically at myself and Marla.

“It’s me next,” Will replied as everyone began to eye each with a sense of jealousy, foreboding and fear. We were now so far down the rabbit-hole we knew we might never get out, yet we were trapped, locked in a game that we had to commit to the bitter end, no matter where it took us even though right now, none of us wanted to get to that terrifying conclusion.

END OF PART FOUR

Holy Christmas! What on earth is gonna happen to our five couples as they get to near breaking point? Find out then how this one ends in the next and final chapter.