Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

7

The ride home feels surreal.

Lars smoothly rotates the wheel of his sleek sports car, driving with calm confidence through the winding roads that will take us to the ferry, as the summer sun rises higher in the sky of a new day.

Yesterday Lars and I signed the papers, agreeing to monthly medical checks, enemas, waxing, and our participation in all events scheduled. In return, our money for these expenses will be comped, and we are granted access to all properties owned by Nordlys, welcomed into the arms of any participant, and encouraged to share our wildest fantasies so that they can be enacted by the group. There was something in there about insurance I didn't really understand. I don't think I'll need it.

I can tell Lars is as tired as I am, perhaps more so. We spent the rest of that day, and night, in the arms of our new family. Tex is not the only one who can fuck well, and with this group, anything goes.
I don't know how many times Lars came yesterday, because we weren't partnered up together. Many people wanted to take a turn with the newbies.

As Lars navigates the rat maze of traffic lanes that will take us into the inky darkness of the parking garage in the hold of the ferry, my mind drifts. I close my eyes, and behind my eyelids I see Brit laid out before me, crooking her finger at me, with her other hand behind her blonde head. The delicate flowery tattoo on her ribcage is utterly enticing. I crawled over her supine body, and kissed her sweet fragrant lips. I buried myself in her soft feminine energy. It had been so long since I'd had a girl, and she was so warm and inviting, and sexy sexy sexy!

I lick my lips, remembering how her pussy tastes. My thighs tense a little as I remember who came up behind me while I was devouring her. What his tongue felt like as he expertly sought out the most sensitive parts of my anatomy. How good his cock felt as it slid into me. My sore nipples harden and rub against the fabric of my dress, making me groan, and I am brought back to the present.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep" Lars says.

I yawn and stretch, which pulls the fabric tighter over my nipples, eliciting another groan.

"You want to go up?" He asks, pointing to the stairwell.

I shake my head 'no'. I would rather sleep in the car for the 2 hour + ferry ride. I'm too tired to move, much less account for rolling swells on the deck of a ship. I adjust my chair to recline as much as possible. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, and quickly his breathing turns soft and regular.

I close my eyes again, and my thoughts return to memories of the bedroom. The Overlord had cum inside me, and I hadn't even realized he was raw dogging me until I felt his cum leaking out. He seemed fascinated by watching it ooze out of me, his strong fingers kneading my ass cheeks. Afterwards, he wanted to be held, and it was very sweet how he curled up on my lap, with his cheek resting on my breasts, his dreamy blue eyes looking up into mine.

"Little Mary" he had murmured adoringly.

I smiled down at him, my hand moving to the back of his head to run my fingers through his sandy brown hair. He had closed his eyes, and moaned softly, and his lips brushed against the softness of my boob. He turned his head to bring his lips closer, kissing me there, rooting blindly with his eyes closed until he found my nipple. He pulled it into his mouth and began to suck gently, moaning blissfully. His cock hardened a little bit, and Brit soon noticed, positioning herself over his legs to give him head.

It was very satisfying to watch him suckling me, feel the tug and pull of his lips and tongue, and to see Brit suckling him. I could hear Lars groaning in front of me, but couldn't really concentrate on watching him get a blowjob from Bree while she was getting fucked from behind by the vape shop guy, (I think they told me his name was Frødo).