The Seaspray Bar occupied the western edge of the True Tide Spa, its open-air design allowing the Pacific breeze to carry the scent of salt and sex across whole space. 

Sylvia and Jenna entered together, wearing matching linen tops and shorts that the hotel had provided. They held hands as they steps across the threshold. It such a little thing, but something Jenna would have never done before. But now that Jenna knew what her mommy's pussy tasted like, holding hands seemed like no big deal.

"Have you ever played before?" Chloe asked, bouncing on her heels. The blonde had traded her pigtails for a high ponytail that swished across her bare shoulders. Her breasts, enhanced by the resort's special cocktails, strained against a mesh crop top that ended just below her nipples.

Sylvia shook her head. 

"We've only been here a couple days," Sylvia said. Dina had introduced the Harbor family to Chloe and Kenzie pretty quickly after their first orgy. "But Jenna wanted to check it out."

"Not just check it out," Jenna said, exasperated. "I want to win."

"You're going to love it," Kenzie replied with a smile. "Just wait."

At the entrance, a long table held stacks of sheets. Each woman approached and received her card, the grids filled not with numbers but with explicit descriptions of sexual acts, each box containing a different depravity to be performed and witnessed.

Jenna took hers and scanned the grid as the music from the bar started to creep into her mind, the ever-present programming that made her swoon rather than retch at the randomized task list in her hand.

Two-person handjob. Wear 5 loads at the same time. Titfuck. Drink 3 "special" cocktails… On and on and on. In the middle, the free space just said "Get Wet."

Sylvia's was similarly wonderful. Get spit roasted by 2 men. Use non-dildo object as a dildo. Eat cum from inside a pussy.

"Blowjob while wearing buttplug," Chloe read from hers.

"Cumswapping," Kenzie replied.

"Some of these are... intense," Sylvia murmured, her card trembling slightly in her hands. But her pupils were dilated, her arousal evident by the points under her shirt.

A voice boomed from the stage. "Ladies, please direct your attention to the center of the room."

Jon stood on a raised platform, microphone in hand. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with close-cropped dark hair and a smile that suggested he'd seen every possible permutation of human sexuality and found joy in all of it. He wore tailored slacks and an unbuttoned linen shirt that revealed a muscular chest.

"Welcome to Girl's Night!" he announced, and the crowd of fifty women erupted in cheers and catcalls. "For those of you who are new, let me explain the rules. You each have a BINGO card with twenty-four unique tasks. To mark a space complete, you must perform that act, here in this bar, while I witness it. I have the only stamp, and I must see the activity to count it."

He gestured to the perimeter of the room, where forty staff members stood at attention: twenty men and twenty women, all naked and staring blankly into the crowd. Sylvia noticed Dina among them, bells clipped to her nipples and drool leaking from her smile.

"These lovely people exist solely for your pleasure tonight," Jon continued. "You may use them. You may use each other. You may form teams or work alone. The only restrictions: all activities must occur within the bar area, and all participants must consent, which, as you can see, our staff are more than willing to provide. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Sir. We live to serve the guests," forty voices said in perfect unison.

"You have two hours," Jon said, checking his watch. "Starting... now!"

The room exploded into motion.

Jenna immediately grabbed the nearest male staff member: a young man with sandy hair and an already-throbbing cock. "I need a titfuck," she announced, tearing off her top and wrapping her pert breasts around him as best she could. "Jon! Over here!"

Jon appeared beside her with surprising speed, stamp in hand. 

"Oh no, sweetie," Jon said. "Not yet. No stamp until he cums."

Jenna groaned, but set to work, eager to earn her stamp. Eager to earn this stranger's hot, sticky cum.

Nearby, Chloe had already corralled two men. "You two! Spit roast!" she called out, bending over a low table. One man positioned himself behind her, sliding effortlessly into her dripping pussy, while the other fed his cock into her eager mouth. 

Sylvia stood frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by the sudden chaos. Around her, women were already coupling in every configuration imaginable. To her left, a redhead was having wine poured down her chest while another woman licked it from her navel. "Body shots", Jon muttered, stamping a sheet on a nearby table. To her right, a middle-aged woman with silver-streaked hair was taking a massive dildo attached to a female staff member.

A grunt sounded from beside Sylvia and she looked over just in time to see white splash across her daughter's beautiful face. Even more beautiful now. Jon appeared a moment later, stamping Jenna's card with a satisfied smile.

"Like cum off someone's face," an older woman chirped as she took a scoop off Jenna and swallowed it. Then she looked at Sylvia. "You better get moving if you want that prize!"

And suddenly, whatever daze she was in broke, and Sylvia burst into action, grabbing a corked bottle out of the woman's hand and sliding it into her cunt. 

"Jon!" she shouted as she slid the bottle neck in and out of herself. 

"Looks like a stamp to me!" he called back, tossing her the stamp. She smacked it down on her sheet, tossed it back, and was off like a shot into the crowd.

Chloe had recruited two staff members and positioned herself on all fours. The man slid into her pussy while one of the women, wearing a black strapon, pressed against her ass. She waved to Jon who arrived a moment later.

"Look at you," he whistled. "Very clever."

He stamped the spots for "anal", "strap-on", and "spit-roast." Chloe's eyes rolled back as her enhanced tits swung beneath her.

Kenzie was across the room taking a cock in each hole and one in each hand. One after the other, their balls tightened and their breath caught and they shot their loads in her and on her. Stamp for "Five At Once", and two tick marks on the square that said "Wear 5 Loads."

Sylvia was rimming one of the male staff while he fucked Dina's pussy. She fondled his balls while her tongue circled his ass. And as she felt him empty his load into her new friend's pussy, she stood and moved him to the side, immediately kneeling back down and hungrily eating the cream pie he'd left behind. Jon stamped "Rimjob" and "Eat cum from another woman's pussy."

"Mom," Jenna said, suddenly at her Sylvia's side. "Look at our cards."

Sylvia glanced at her daughter's sheet. "Eat the pussy of a family member" sat in the bottom left corner.

"You have it too," Jenna said, pointing.

No more words needed exchanged. Sylvia lay back on the pile of pillows that Dina had been on a moment ago and Jenna climbed on top of her. Sylvia's tongue found Jenna's sweet pussy at the same time that Jenna's found hers. Both women gripped the other's ass, pulled them closer, deeper, hotter, wetter.

Chloe watched Dina's tits get groped by a short blonde, the bells jingling wonderfully. For a moment, she felt like she could watch them twinkle and listen to the sound forever. It would be so easy to just… watch, listen, and sink. But then she shook her head. She had a job to do.

Others weren't quite so lucky. Two of the women near to Dina found themselves becoming increasingly hypnotized by her massive bell-tipped breasts. Until finally, their minds went completely blank. Jon whispered something to Dina, who took the two hypnotized women's hands and led them to a small section of seating beside the bar. There they sat for the rest of the night, dazed and mindless, while the game continued around them.

Others were taken there as the two hours ticked on. Helpless guests who had fully succumb to some trigger or another that turned them totally mindless. If you can't think, you can't act, and if you can't act, you can't play.

So they sat, naked and disqualified, until the game was over.

Jenna popped up at the bar. She ordered one of five different drinks as a woman she'd never seen before licked cum out of her cunt beneath the bar. Lemon drink for energy. Mango drink for arousal. Chugged. Chugged. A sickly green looking liquid in a shot glass that the bartender said would make her tits grow. A milky white drink that tasted something like chalk that the bartender said would make her big tits leak. And finally something purple with that shimmer stuff in it. The bartender didn't tell her what that one did.

Five empty glasses held up for Jon. A stamp for Jenna.

And she felt it all. The sudden electricity in her blood, driving her forward. The impossible increase in her libido. She had entered the room wet. She had already sucked and fucked. Eagerly. But now… This was something so much more desperate. And then…

Her vision began to swim and shimmer. Everywhere she looked, she saw little purple glimmers. People moved and writhed and behind them, they left purple trails and echoes. She turned and looked at the bartender, mouth open.

"The Shimmer kicks in quick," she said with a smile. "Enjoy the euphoria."

Pleasure flooded Jenna's body. It was like every inch of her skin was a sexual zone. Jenna came right there on the stool as a light breeze blew in from the ocean. More and more purple leaking into her vision, and eventually, she stopped really seeing anything. She didn't need to see. She just needed to feel the pleasure and let go.

"Dina!" Chloe called as she stroked a thick, throbbing cock. "Cumswapping! I have it on my card!"

Dina silently wandered over to Chloe and knelt down beside her. Chloe wrapped her lips back around the cock and moaned around the head. Her neck pistoned her head up and down the shaft. Dina didn't speak or move from her kneeling position while her friend went to town. Then, the man grunted from above them and Dina watched as his cock throbbed hard. Chloe pulled her mouth off, letting some of his seed dribbled down onto her chin. Then, she kissed Dina deep, pushing the rest into her mouth to swallow. Dina took it all, eyes closed and mind empty.

Stamp.

A tall redhead was at the bar slamming one chalky-white drink after another until milk was flowing freely from her modest tits. The bartender kept insisting that the green and white drinks were meant to be paired, but the woman wasn't listening. She didn't want huge tits. She just wanted milk. More and more and more.

Kenzie was there too, eagerly lapping at the milky stream and waving her card at Jon for the breastmilk square.

Stamp.

"Five loads," a woman called, smearing a tremendous amount of cum across her face. She couldn't open her eyes, but she felt Jon take her sheet.

Stamp.

Sylvia was on her knees, stroking a man on either side of her until they painted her tits.

Stamp.

"Fist me," Kenzie begged a tall man with big hands. "I want to see if I can take all of you."

She could.

Stamp.

More people were led off to the losers' area with dreamy smiles on their faces, snared by Dina's bells or one of the swinging, throbbing cocks. Lost to the music and the sensations.

Jenna was laying out on the grass outside the bar area. Someone was fucking her; a man that wasn't there for girls' night, but just a regular guest who had found her outside. She was on her back, every single blade of grass on her skin felt like a vibrator on her clit. Her whole world was purple. The cock inside her was like feeling the power of God. There was no room in her mind for any thought except pleasure. Jenna was gone.

Jon went over to remind her that nothing outside the bar counted, but when he saw the state she was in, he didn't bother. He saw the droplets of purple on her lips and chin and he knew that she wouldn't be able to hear him.

Overhead, the stars swirled and swam and jumped with each thrust of the man's cock. All Jenna could do was whimper and babble and cum again and again.

The bar had become a symphony of flesh and desire. Everywhere, women were completing their tasks with desperate urgency. A woman in her fifties was giving a footjob to a young male staff member, her toes painted bright red as they gripped his shaft. Two women were 69ing in a booth, one wearing a jeweled buttplug that sparkled with every movement.

Chloe was on a mission. She'd already completed "make a man cum without hands" by using only her feet to stroke a staff member until he exploded across her toes. Her card already had several BINGO's but she needed more. 

"Fuck my ass," she said to a worker, "and I'll eat yours after."

The man obliged, sinking his cock into Chloe's eager hole. Chloe screamed in pleasure, her pigtails bouncing, as Jon stamped her card. Then she turned the tables, burying her face in the staff member's ass, her tongue probing deep as the man moaned in programmed ecstasy.

The two hours blurred passed as Sylvia, Chloe, and Kenzie moved through their tasks. Until the bell rang and every single body stopped cold. Vacant eyes pulled their bodies apart from whatever partner they were engaged with or whatever toy they were using.

Like puppets, all the women assembled at the front of the bar and all the employees exited, single-file, and made their way back to the main building of the resort. The bell chimed again and the women all woke from their trances, including those who had fallen under in the course of the game.

Jenna and a few other women still lay out on the lawn in their purple stupor. No bell could wake them from the trip they were on. That could only take time.

"Okay ladies," Jon said, "We're going to walk through who has the best cards. In order to be considered a BINGO, you need to have all five squares stamped in a single row or column. Now any ladies without any BINGO's, please take your seats."

A couple of women wandered back to the tables. One had been one of the women that had fallen to Dina's bells. Sylvia recognized another as someone who spent the whole two hours fucking the same man. Guess she knew what she wanted.

"If you have one BINGO, please take your seats."

A couple more women out.

Two, then three, then four…. Until eventually only ten women still stood at the front of the room, Sylvia, Chloe, and Kenzie included.

"Six?" Jon asked, and Kenzie swore. She kissed her sister on the cheek and went to sit down.

Finally, there were only three women left.

"So each of you have at least nine BINGO's?" Jon asked and the three nodded. "Well the maximum is twelve: all five rows, all five columns, and both diagonals. So let me ask, do any of you have a full card?"

Chloe and Sylvia smiled widely and offered him their cards. The third woman sighed.

"I missed one square," she muttered. "I have ten."

"Well then!" Jon shouted, holding up the two completed cards, "we have our winners! Chloe and Sylvia have demonstrated exceptional dedication, creativity, and sluttiness tonight. As a reward, each of you has won a free week's stay at the True Tide Spa, redeemable at any time, for you and one guest of your choosing."

Chloe squealed, jumping up and down, her bells ringing wildly. "I'm bringing Kenzie!" she announced, pointing at her sister. Kenzie jumped up and threw her hands up, her bare tits bouncing wildly.

Sylvia looked at her daughter out on the lawn.

"I'm bringing Jenna back," she said warmly as cum dripped from her chin and ran down her leg. "She wanted to win tonight so bad. She deserves a second shot at it."

Another round of applause sounded from the seats. Chloe leaned over and kissed Sylvia hard on the mouth, hands coming up to grope the other woman's chest. Sylvia moaned and melted into the kiss. Somewhere, Jon was shouting encouragement and the crowd cheered a little louder. When Chloe pulled away, Sylvia was smiling. 

"I haven't been kissed like that in quite a while."

"Then your hubby's doing it wrong."

Chloe went to sit with her sister, and Sylvia walked out to check on her daughter.

Jenna was laying on the lawn staring up at the stars. Cum was drying on her face and chest, which had already started to grow. The bartender came over, having been relieved for the night.

"She picked quite a combo of drinks," the woman told Sylvia. "The purple on its own sends you on a fun little trip, but couple it with the mango? Oof. And the lemon on top of that? She's on another fucking planet right now, girl."

"She's going to be okay, though, right?"

"Oh yes, absolutely. We have in-house testers that make sure drinks are safe to mix and match. We know what we're allowed to give and not give. And bartenders can never be in any kind of a mental state but clear while we're working so we don't fuck up. She'll be fine, it just might be a couple more hours."

Sylvia nodded.

"Do I just… leave her hear to stare into space?"

"You could. The Seaspray staff will make sure nothing happens to her. It's getting late enough that she won't have many people bothering her out here between now and her wake up." She took and rag and wiped some of the cum off Jenna's face. "Or you and I could take her back to your room."

Sylvia thought for a minute. "Yeah. Let's take her back."

"Let me grab my stuff and I'll be right back." She stood and offered Sylvia a hand up. "I'm Polly, by the way."

"Sylvia."

"Oh I know. Big winner." She smiled knowingly then turned and walked back to the bar.

"Jenna, Jenna," Sylvia muttered to her daughter, who was kind of muttering nonsense. "I picked quite a spot for a family trip, didn't I?"

Polly returned a moment later and the two of them lifted Jenna to her feet, an arm draped around each other them. The girl moaned a long, low sound and more of her juices gushed down her legs.

"Yeah she's in quite a state," Polly said with a light laugh. Sylvia laughed as well.

"This will be a great story to tell her later," she said as they walked. "Hey honey, remember that time at the sex hotel when you got whacked out of your mind and got off on the grass?"

The pair howled as the music from the bar receded into the dark behind them. As the entered the main building, they passed Elara.

"Oh my," the manager said, looking Jenna up and down. "Girls' night a bit much for her?"

"Mango, Lemon, and Cosmic Shimmer," Polly said simply.

"What a combo!" Elara almost shouted. "Holy hell."

Jenna made a gurgling sound and drool ran from her mouth as she cracked a huge smile.

"She'll come around in a couple hours," Elara said, agreeing with Polly's assessment. "But at least she seems pretty content until then." She bid the trio a good night, then slipped into a door marked Employees Only.

They flopped Jenna onto her bed. Martin was in the bed across the room, already fast asleep. Jacob, strangely, wasn't there. Sylvia made a comment, but Polly just reminded her that most of the facilities here were open 24/7. He could be in the pool or in the gym or in one of the bars. If she was concerned, she could call the front desk and ask for him to be located, but wherever he was, Polly was confident that he was being well taken care of.

The conversation went quiet as Sylvia imagined her husband fucking some bimbo's tits. Cheating on her like he said he wanted to. It made her so hot.

"You know," Polly said slowly, "I heard what you said to your co-winner tonight. About not being kissed right."

Sylvia blushed. "I didn't mean… I mean… Jacob is a great kisser, he just…"

"You don't have to explain." Polly put a hand on Sylvia's thigh. "You never have to explain anything here."

She moaned and let Polly pull her in for the night's second deep and perfect kiss. It lasted for what seemed like forever. She felt Polly's hands on her nipple and her clit. She felt her own hands exploring the bartender's smooth skin.

They split apart and Sylvia hesitated to open her eyes.

"I can't believe I'm still horny. I've had more sex tonight than in my entire marriage."

"That's a tragedy."

"God, no. I don't think I could handle this all the time. Polly I had a fucking wine bottle inside me tonight."

The pair laughed again.

"Mom?" a voice came from the adjoining room. "Is that you?"

Martin stood in the doorway, naked as he always was here. Sylvia's eyes locked onto his cock, which was starting to rise as he looked back at his mom. Naked. Marked. Covered in dried cum in her hair and on her skin. Sitting beside a woman that Sylvia wouldn't have hesitated to call stunning even out in the real world.

"Polly, this is my son, Martin."

"Nice to meet you, Martin."

"Yeah," he managed to say, eyes drifting back and forth between their bodies.

"Martin, Mommy and Jenna are pretty worn out from girls' night," she said as his cock got harder and harder. "I don't think we're going to be able to help you with that." She glanced at her new friend.

"Thank god I'm here," Polly said with a laugh. She spread her legs for him, playing with her pussy. "What do you say? Are you willing to let me serve you?"

"Fuck yes," he said and he was on her like lightning. 

Sylvia stood and glanced at the phone on the nightstand. She picked it up and asked the front desk operator where Jacob was. And after a brief hold of that wonderful pervasive music, the man said that he was in one of the other bars, the Pacific Lounge. Sylvia thanked the man, then put one of her linen tops and shorts back on. She said good night to Polly and Martin, who were extremely busy with each other and barely noticed her leave.

She wandered the hotel a bit, thinking about their trip so far. Breakfast that first day with Greg and Dina. Greg was gone now. Checked out and back to his life. Dina was still here working. How had that happened? Would Jacob want to say here without his family? Would Sylvia? How many men had been inside her tonight? How many women had she tasted? How could she ever go back to the way things were, knowing now how wonderful it was to fuck her son and daughter? The hotel must have some way to return you to normal before you leave, right? 

She passed Elara again, and she thought about asking, but the other woman spoke first.

"Sylvia," she said with that warm customer-service smile. "You got Jenna back to the room okay?"

"I… Yes."

"Everything alright, dear?"

"Yes. I just came out to look for my husband."

"Of course. I had assumed you'd be spending the night with Polly. I apologize."

"It was a tempting offer, but I'm letting my son have some fun for now. I'm quite worn out from our earlier activities."

"That's understandable. Girls' night can really get rowdy. I was lucky enough to be part of the staff a few times before I got promoted." She whistled. "What a time."

She seemed to lose focus, eyes staring off into space as her hand idly came up to rest on her breast. Not groping or squeezing, but… close. Then she shook her head.

"Sorry. I do miss the times before I had any real responsibility here. It's nice to just be mindless from time to time. I don't get that as often anymore. Though I must admit, my new trainee is certainly letting me have it a little more these days." She smiled. "Anyway. Jacob is in the Pacific Lounge. Just down that hall."

Sylvia thanked her.

"Anytime. And if you have any concerns at all about your stay, just dial 55 on your phone and you'll get me. Good night, Sylvia."

She started walking the way that Elara pointed and after a few minutes, she came to the entrance of the Pacific Lounge. Inside it was furnished with dark stained wood and blue leather. Beds sat in small alcoves all around the edges of the room, each keeping that deep blue color for their linens. And in the far corner, she spotted Jacob in a bed with a dark-skinned woman who must have been the same age as Jenna. She held her massive breasts and pushed them in big circles around and around.

She approached slowly, waving off a waiter who came to ask if she needed a drink.

"Tell me," she said to him, voice carrying a faint accent.

Sylvia knelt in the bed in the alcove just behind them. Out of sight but within earshot.

"You're so much better than my wife," he moaned as the bed creaked slightly. "She doesn't have tits like these."

"I know," the woman said. "That's why you need Sasha."

"I need Sasha," Jacob said, voice flatter than usual.

"You need Sasha's tits and Sasha's cunt."

"I need Sasha's tits and Sasha's cunt."

"You don't need that wife of yours anymore. You just need Sasha."

"Yes, Sasha."

"Good boy. Now cum inside me and tell me, again."

He moaned the same sentence he'd said before as the squeaking bed went silent. "You're so much better than my wife. She doesn't have tits like these."

"Good boy, Jacob. So good for Sasha."

Sylvia stood and walked over to the waiter, careful never to let herself be in Jacob's eye line. "On second thought, I'd like to order ten shots of the melon stuff," she said. "Charge it to the room. My husband's card is on file."

The waiter nodded, then headed over to the bar. If he wanted big fucking tits, she'd show him big fucking tits.