Not So Much a Party, More a Way of Life!
It wasn't as bad as I'd expected, because some of the guests – not the members of Martin and Jimmy's Ring, but the others who'd been invited – had brought girls, so I wasn't the only one. Some of them were younger than me, one was nine, another 11. there were also a few boys.
     And one Man had brought his wife, who sulked once she realised that this wasn't the kind of party she (or her husband) had expected. Although when she saw Jimmy, she became rather lively and I saw Jimmy taking her upstairs to a bedroom. Martin said something about “involving” her and Jimmy giving her a good time meant she wouldn't complain about what went on. And plenty went on.
     I did some stints in the Glory Hole, and so did the other girls, and even a few of the men. And there were queues outside the little cubicle where they went to slide their cocks into whoever was waiting for them. I had rather a lot to drink and wasn't able to keep count of how many men fucked me, but at times the Living room seemed to be a muddle of bodies, most naked and they didn't seem

to care who they fucked or whether they were girls or boys. And the changing of partners was so continuous that it looked as if there were many more females than there actually were! Oh, what a sight!
     They even managed to get one of the boys – he looked really young, but most young boys do – to fuck me while they stood around and wanked over us. I didn't know the boy's name, but I tried to help him, because he obviously didn't know where to put his cock, which wasn't very big. They had obviously given him one of the blue pills, to give him an erection, and he managed to get it in my See You Next Tuesday and I rode him like a Cowgirl, because that was the best way to keep it inside me. He came rather quickly, but I kept on, because I knew the Men wanted a show and after a while I faked an orgasm and collapsed on top of him. We were both slick with sweat and sticky with spunk – it was in my hair and over my face – but I gave him a good snog which brought a cheer from the spectators. Then I was pulled to my feet and a man I didn't know lifted me so he could slide his cock into me and fuck me with my feet over his shoulders. He was strong and powerful and his cock
rammed me hard every time I came down on it and all the time, he seemed to be staring at my face to see my reaction. So I gave him what he wanted, lots of yelps and squeals and begging him to stop, but he kept on until he eventually shot off a real load inside me. And then he just pulled out of me, dropped me onto a sofa, and went looking for someone else. Not even a thank you!
     This strengthened my belief that we were just sex-toys for a lot of the men. Maybe not Martin or George or Dr Montgomery, and certainly not for Jimmy, who simply had a powerful libido which made him need sex like some people need drink or drugs. But he was always interested in the person he was fucking, wanted to know all about you, and never forgot a name – I once asked him about the little books Ronnie had with the names and addresses of all the girls Jimmy had fucked and he laughed and said: “it's full of mistakes and whenever I get a chance I try to go through them and make corrections. I remember every woman I've had,” and he tapped his head, “in here. Some people have a photographic memory, but I have an video tape inside my head and every name and address is there, along with the date and place and what we did, and I can remember every face and match it with their details.” I must have looked very impressed, because he laughed again and said: “you are a star, Jenny, to come all the way from Lesmahagow for this party, are you going home with Peter, or staying over,” and I gave him a playful slap and told him: “shut yer gob, ye daft ha'p'orth, as it 'appens I'm sharing my bed with you tonight,” and a great gleeful smile lit up his face and he gave me a cuddle.
     That cuddle from Jimmy was worth all the fucks from the strangers at the Party. Because he was special and such a wonderful man, and he was going to get me and Jo onto Jim'll Fix It and that was all I wanted. So I was going to Glencoe with him in the morning, well, depending on when we woke after this long night, and I was happy. So I took another turn in the Glory Hole and I peeped through the hole, before the next cock came through, and I saw the Police Officer, Duncan Doubleday, on the other side – he was peeping through to see who it was in the toilet, and when he saw it was me, he chuckled and said he'd heard I was the best cocksucker at the party and he was looking forward to finding out if that was true.
 
     So I gave him a really good blow-job, and he filled my mouth with such a load that it was spilling out of my mouth faster than I could swallow it, and his cock disappeared and in less than a minute, he appeared in the doorway and pulled me to my feet and kissed me deep and hard, licking and sucking his own cum out and swallowing it. Then he led me upstairs to the top floor and he found an empty bedroom and he handcuffed me to the bed and said he was going to give me a real man's fuck. And
he lifted my pelvis and slid his still hard cock inside my See You Next Tuesday, lowered his full weight on top of me and started – and kept on and on and on until there was a knock on the door and Martin came in.
     “Oh, I see you two are getting acquainted,” he said. “Jimmy wants to see you downstairs, Duncan, but I'll take over here,” and Doubleday quickly ejaculated for maybe the third time, and pulled himself out.
     “She's all yours, Marty, and well lubricated for you,” said Doubleday. “I'll be seeing you, Teri, don't forget.” And he was gone.
     “What did that mean?” asked Martin, entering me and seeming very pleased to find me so full of Doubleday's spunk.
     “I don't know, but whenever he was cumming, he kept calling me Goldilocks. Is he all right?”
     And Martin laughed, “Oh the story is that Goldilocks was the name of the first girl the Founding Members of The Ring shared, and Duncan's ancestor was Sir Parlane MacFarlane, who started The Ring. Another Doubleday, Duncan, was Sir Parlane's Manne – a kind of servant, minder, and scribe. Sir Parlane had a son, with Doubleday's wife, Marie, and he was given Doubleday's name – to keep in with the King and the Church, and that was the same for all the children Sir Parlane fathered with wives of the aristocracy. He had no legitimate children himself – they say his wife was a Lesbian and he was happy to leave her to her maidservants. Sir Parlane also fathered one of my ancestors whose mother passed him off as her husband's child, so all the subsequent Martin Elginbrod's are also descended from MacFarlane. He and Dominic Doubleday were the first two Members of The Ring, and we are as strong today as we have ever been, after seven hundred years. There are only ever 12 Members and I hope you will prove as desirable to them all as the original Goldilocks was.
     And he gave me a tender kiss on my forehead and then on my lips and started the shag me in earnest!