"Eddie, come here and be good to your hot little mama," Jan purred. She couldn't wait much longer. Today was the first time in over two months she hadn't literally raped him when he came home from work. Unexpected guests had arrived and taken her time.
After their friends had gone, Eddie went into the kitchen to refresh their drinks. Jan quickly dimmed the living room lights, slipped off her brief bikini-panties and spread her legs. She was sitting up in a semi-reclining leather armchair facing the kitchen door. Boy, would he get an eyeful!
Spreading her legs and hanging them over the side of the chair, her hand moved slowly up her thigh. She shivered and licked her lips-she was wet, too; too wet not to do something about it. Caressing herself slowly as she waited, Jan's eyes were narrow slits by the time Eddie came into view. "Forget about the drinks right now, honey. I've got something better for you to take care of." She opened herself wider for his inspection and inserted a finger into her moistness before she moved it up to her clitoris.
She knew he'd been horny all evening. She knew too that seeing her teasing him with her finger was all that he needed. She was not surprised then when he set the drinks on the coffee table and said, "Mmmmm-mm, baby, you look good enough to eat."
"So do it already," she answered, knowing they were in for a good one this time. She was weird and she knew it but then, of course, Eddie would have to be a weirdo too because he loved every minute of it no matter what she did. Oh well, she thought, it doesn't really matter how you come as long as you can come.
He moved toward her slowly-the grace of a tiger stalking his prey-leaving a trail of clothes behind him. Jan loved to look at him when he was turned on: beads of sensual perspiration were already visible as his face colored ever so slightly. His eyes glazed a bit and seemed to become a deeper shade of green. She knew how to turn him on-just a good juicy beaver shot and he was ready. She sat still in the chair and waited anxiously for him to reach her.
Kneeling now before her, Eddie started from the bottom up-thighs, a teasing trip in and around her curly pubic bush, hips, and then to her pleasure globes that quivered with excitement and anticipation as she waited for fulfillment. She didn't miss a beat with her finger throughout his arousing ministrations.
Jan squirmed under the heat of his expert tongue. "Eddie, honey, do it with your fingers for a while," she cried as she moved to guide his hand to the right place. It always felt so good when he put his fingers inside her while she continued her vigorous manipulation at the top of the slit. A good beginning makes for a good come, she thought and her eyes twinkled as if she'd revealed a treasured secret.
Knowing he didn't have to be asked twice, Jan moved to accommodate his two fingers which quickly found their way into her now grinding cunt. She could feel him trembling-a passionate vibration. Eddie nibbled at her legs and thighs as he drove his hand deeper and deeper into her. He used his free hand now, as before, to temporarily appease his own horniness which would be well taken care of later.
It was a good thing he could hold out so well, she thought, as she stared at his crotch. She'd always loved to see him jack off, somehow it made her that much more excited. Jan wet her lips and moaned softly, showing her great pleasure.
She felt his teeth nibbling at her and she thrust her hips forward, still not missing a beat on her clitoris. She pushed up with her hips every time he drove his hand further into her quivering slit. Her legs were spread as wide as she could force them now, straddling him, and she tightened her grip on his body whenever she arched her own.
She'd pushed her dress up almost to her shoulders and was rhythmically squeezing first one breast, then the other as if timed to a melody. Occasionally she'd pinch the nipples and twist them, crying out hoarsely for yet more and more of the same. That kind of pain felt good to her even though she'd often wished for another person to do it for her.
Moving her hips in a circular and up-down sensual body dance, Jan scooted down in the chair and put her legs up on his shoulders. In signal fashion, she arched her back and he moved her hand away and replaced it with his tongue. One hand, now almost entirely into her, still maintained the pumping action. At that moment she wished he could stick his whole head up inside her pussy. Instead, he traced circles around her clitoris, slowly and teasingly, exciting her still more.
Her entire body shook as she felt every nerve end give way to his tongue. First, the caressing circles around "the button" and lightly, like a feather, across it and around again; gentle nibbles and the full force of his tongue on the tip of her clitoris followed. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed as if, unconsciously wishing to avoid its snaking, squirming arousal, it did not leave the passion point it had found.
Jan's body and its needs were in full control now. She couldn't possibly stop even if she needed to. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled him even closer-or was she pulling herself down to where he was? It didn't matter.
"Suck it, bite it, make me come!" she cried out hoarsely. "Do it to me now, daddy!" Her mouth was so dry that she almost couldn't get the words out at all. "Oh God, honey, make your mamma come!"
Two bodies were now writhing on the thickly carpeted floor. By this time Eddie's head was buried and clamped in the vise of Jan's thighs. In a soixante-neuf position, Jan began her passionate assault by nibbling at the base of his cock, drifting between that area and his thighs. Occasionally her tongue would dart out and accompany the nibbles. He even tasted good, she thought, almost a bit salty sometimes-but good anyway.
She raised her head and eyed his throbbing shaft as if jealously guarding it from possible thievery. The veins gave it the look of being on the verge of explosion: pulsating of its own accord and calling to her. She thought there couldn't possibly be another man who could get as beautiful a hard-on as he could. Even though she hadn't seen that many, it was the kind of cock that made her want to lick it and nibble and suck on it all day, she thought and giggled to herself.
For some silly reason, just then Jan remembered the underground swappers' newspapers Bess and Ron, their old friends, had brought over that evening. She wondered what it would feel like to have more than one cock working on her at the same time. She'd often daydreamed about it but she couldn't imagine that kind of scene as being quite real somehow. It had excited her and even if Eddie wouldn't go for the idea she knew she would-at least once. She wondered if she should bring it up now. Everything was momentarily forgotten when she put her mouth around his cock and paid closer attention to the immediate business at hand.
Cupping his scrotum and holding his rigid cock with her two fingers, Jan started working at the tip, engulfing it slowly into the "O" of her mouth. She inched her way along its length with strong sucking movements, often nibbling a bit here and there. She liked to pull on it, not so much with her fingers as with her mouth where she could feel it most. Every time she did, Eddie jumped as if struck by lightning and pushed himself even further into her hungry, waiting mouth. Their brand of sex was good and they knew and appreciated it, she mused fleetingly as she felt her body's urgency devouring his organ.
Releasing him only due to the necessity to breath, she dug her fingernails into the meaty part of his thighs. She was temporarily content to suck and nibble on his now exposed and glistening head as she felt her lower body burning with the heat of its own impending explosion.
Her thighs clamped his head tighter as the tremors increased in intensity. Her throat and mouth were parched but still she hungrily sought the hardness of his bulging cock she'd been dreaming of all during the day. As the floodgates within her body were forced open, she bit down on the shaft almost entirely in her mouth even though she didn't mean to. Moaning and twitching convulsively, she laved him, still biting and clawing until the violence of her climax abated into spasmodic shudders. She almost always was the first to come, and often reached a second peak in time with her husband. Maybe it was because Eddie knew exactly where her "on" switch was. He hadn't even noticed the impulsive use of her teeth and nails as he covered her pussy with his mouth and swallowed every bit of the juices oozing out of her twitching slit.
Again Jan eyed his cock, but just for a moment, until she found enough breath to continue. Crooning softly she resumed the sucking motions as that hunger in her had not yet been appeased. The first drops trickled out and fell on her eager tongue. Salty, she thought, approving of her earlier assumption, and then covered
U its entire length with her warmth. He continued his attentions to her even as the convulsions overcame him, then tightened his grip on her head with his thighs as she had previously done to him.
"Do it, baby, come on and suck it good for your big daddy!" he cried out suddenly. The hoarse whispered command got an instant reaction-the in-out tempo increased and her pull on him became more intense and demanding. He twisted his body around until she lay on her back with him above, then his hammer-like cock pounded into her.
Again he'd attached his mouth to her pink-tipped, burning and screaming clitoris-again her brain exploded, and once more her own convulsions renewed a fire. She arched herself to meet his mouth; he drove his body down impaling her head on his cock.
He bit into her fiercely, accompanying it with hoarse grunts and cries as he quickened his drill-like pounding. His body tightened and convulsed once, twice, and on the third spasm was met with a blast of milky fluid. Even as she gagged with the initial torrent of his juices, Jan moaned loudly to signal her second climax. She couldn't breathe too well because he'd pinned her head down with his body. After she'd drained him, Jan lay still except for her rapidly rising and falling heaving chest, and nibbling slowly and caressingly until they were both released.
Laying now side by side, Jan tried to slow her breathing and shake the hair away from her face. The only thing she'd always hated about having long hair was that it almost always got in the way. One of these days she was going to be pre-prepared and tie something around it so she could devote both hands to Eddie. At this point, her hair was a tangle of long, wet blonde strings. It never failed; she'd get so excited that it was almost like taking a shower and forgetting to dry.
She looked up at Eddie. He was still trying to catch his breath. She mused for a moment-he was not only a damn good lover, but he looked like some kind of Adonis laying there, eyes closed, nostrils flaring, and his beautiful not-too-hairy chest still heaving with emotion. His blonde hair glistened, almost giving him a devil-angel look. The light curly hair on his chest and body sparkled in its display of virility and sexiness. It was darker than the hair on his head yet somehow almost little boyish, she thought as she turned around and slid up to him to smell it. Everything about him looked, felt, and smelled like sex-especially his "baby-batter-maker."
Returning to her original position, Jan began teasing him-running her tongue around the now limp scepter of a god ... her god, she decided. She stopped, hovering over his cock but not looking at it now. "Honey, would you get us a cigarette?" she asked, still taking occasional licks at him even as she spoke.
Eddie chuckled. "Lady, you're not going to get a damn thing except another hard-on if you keep that up." He opened his eyes and smiled, then ruffled her hair before he moved. She rolled over on her back and stretched, exposing prominently every movable muscle in her body. She'd been satisfied and now looked like a cat that had swallowed a particularly tasty mouse as her eyes followed his nakedness padding into the kitchen for the cigarettes.
She took this brief intermission to find the article she'd thought of showing him. Trying to act casual and cool about the swapping idea, she sat up cross-legged and absentmindedly toyed with a breast, while she glanced through the paper. "Hey, Eddie," she called into the other room, "did you get a chance to look through this thing? It's really far out." She looked over at his approaching figure carrying the cigarettes and fresh drinks and tried to mind read his instant reaction.
Eddie showed no sign of even having heard her and her expression became puzzled. Just reading some of the advertisements was getting her excited all over again. If he knew, would he think her a nympho? She didn't really know why the sudden interest in other men, but she wasn't in the mood to question her body, at least not right now.
"What thing, honey?" he mumbled acting as if he didn't really know what she was talking about. He was probably still thinking of her mouth and all the exciting things it could do to him. Undaunted by this lack of enthusiasm, she decided to bring it up anyway.
Clutching the newspaper and waving it in his direction, Jan smiled sweetly as she spoke. "This thing, love, the stuff Bess and Ron brought over. You know, the swappers' newspaper."
Not yet aware of the topic of discussion, Eddie answered while lighting two cigarettes at one time, "no, hon, I haven't had a chance to look at it yet." Balancing his weight and the glasses, he positioned himself comfortably on the floor. "I wonder how much of that kind of thing is real or any good, Jan? You can never be too sure."
"Hey, listen to this one!" she giggled and started reading it aloud to him:
" ... Don't miss this fun in the sun! Discreet happenings regularly at our mountain cabin. Special weekend nature enjoyment on our large wooded hideaway. If you're attractive people, 21-50, and enjoy the same and love, don't miss out! ! ! Call anytime for further information."
"That's the one Bess mentioned would be kind of fun looking into, Eddie. She said you can sometimes meet really groovy people that way and you'll never know for sure until you try it." Jan was looking at him intently now. She had planned to bring it up but now she was afraid that maybe she'd botched it. Eddie didn't say anything. There's one way I'll get an answer from him, she thought to herself. She wrapped her fingers around his now limp cock and slowly moved her hand in an up-down fashion. He'd answer now for sure.
Eddie still didn't speak. She realized she'd caught him a bit off-guard. Jan imagined that by now he knew he had a hot wife but maybe he didn't really know just how hot she was. She'd never mentioned her dreams of other partners, not even jokingly. Could it be that she'd threatened his feeling as a man? That's silly, she thought. She just wanted to experience all kinds of things, all in fun, nothing serious.
"I don't know, Jan. Let's think about it for a while." He didn't even look at her, just at her still moving hand. His face remained puzzled.
Jan knew that he really loved her and she loved him; there were no two ways about it. On the other hand, she imagined that the idea of a whole group of people doing all kinds of things to each other fascinated him as much as it did her.
"Honey," she said, staring at his fast-growing cock as if she were talking to it, "I think you're the greatest lover around, but I'd just like to find out what other people do, that's all." She looked at his face and smiled. She'd never been to bed with another guy but she wouldn't mind it, or at least she didn't think she would. The more she pressed the subject, the more she wanted to give it a try. At least once.
"Really think about it," she said as she took the head into her mouth again. "Mmmmmm-mm, baby, you're better the second time," she mumbled and made an exaggerated slurping sound. She spread her legs wide for him, knowing that he only needed to see that she was ready and waiting.
Jan continued her commentary on swapping even while fully engaged in devouring his body. "Just think of me on your face and another cute chick sucking your rod, honey," she said in a slow breath, letting it all sink in. Her teeth nibbled at the side of his cock and her tongue darted out occasionally to keep it hard and juicy wet. "Couldn't you really have a good come ... oh, yes, right there ... with more than one chick?" She didn't say anything else. He had thrown her over on her back and was pounding her head to the floor with the force of his drive. She was taking care of her cunt even while thus occupied.
They lay in silence. Come dripped out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Jan knew right then she'd gotten her message across. His face was different somehow. She'd gotten to him-he was flushed more than he'd ever been. She made a mental note and agreed that he was jazzed about the idea of more than one at a time.
"Is it okay then?" she asked. "Why don't we try it-if we don't like it, we'll never do it again, I promise, okay?" She was pretty sure he'd been hooked. It was a challenge-for both of them.
"Okay, Jan." He answered slowly, as if still deliberating it. She wiggled her tongue at him and winked. "Tell you what, baby, why don't you call those people tomorrow sometime and see what arrangements you can make. If you have any big questions, call me at work." He'd given his answer and now went back to tickling her pubic bush.
She purred and smilingly slithered up to him and nipped at his ear which reddened automatically. She'd won. They were free, white, over twenty-one-though not by too much-and ready for a new experience. She could hardly wait.
* * *
"Oh, fuck, here comes the Cold Cream Queen!" Martin Gerard was getting tired of the same thing night after night. Even if he'd been thinking about getting screwed all day long, he got the same thing at night.
"Why the good Christ is it that you can be so damn beautiful for everyone but me?" he asked her, shaking his head. He could no more understand this than he could understand fucking or sucking her off with shaving cream on his face. Thank God she didn't have all kinds of wire contraptions sticking out of her head like the broad next door. At least he had it better than the poor bastard who'd married that.
He'd just come back from a particularly straining business convention. His wife Adele, the perfect, beautiful hostess, had entertained and charmed his boss and other business associates in high style. He knew that more than one of them would like a chance to get in her pants. Now that he thought of it, he felt like a little even though they hadn't fucked in ages. Then he got this! He rubbed his prick on the sheet and looked at her.
"Now, Martin, really, it's not anywhere near as bad as you say it is," she answered. Her voice was low pitched and silky-sounding even though it now had a touch of sarcasm. "I am a bit tired of your nitpickiness about my evening ritual. It's not as if I go to bed with a mud pack or anything like that, so quit complaining."
Martin looked at his wife, trying hard to ignore the cold cream. She was built like a brick house, stacked, that is. Even after all the years her tits didn't need any kind of extra support. They just stood up by themselves. Come to think of it, that's what she did too. She was always the independent one. With her you never knew just how turned on she was, because she wouldn't show it. She could be ready to scream but she wouldn't let you know that.
He continued his appraisal, starting at her legs. At one time he used to jokingly tell her she had legs like a gazelle-you know, long and thin, graceful, all that kind of thing. She still did. Martin could see through her negligee and he thought of the natural red-haired pussy that lay there. He wondered if it ever got wet anymore.
Even her face was perfect. You'd expect redheads to have freckles all over the place. Not her, no, she was different. Milk-white skin, yes. Freckles, well-not too many and not noticeable.
He could feel himself wanting her. That mouth of hers was just the right size for a good, stiff prick, he remembered. By this time, having finished checking her out, Martin found himself with a bulge sticking straight out of his shorts. Oh, Jeeesus! he moaned to himself, that's all I need-like a great big hole in my fuckin' head. He didn't want to be pushed away with headache number 3,354, not again. She'd had cramps, headaches, backaches, or something wrong with her for the last four years most of the time. He thought to himself that it was a wonder she wasn't hospitalized.
Having finished her bedtime preparations, Adele came in from the dressing room and removed her negligee. She switched on the night-stand lamp and turned the main light off. He could tell by the look on her face that it would be another "sick night." She looked ready to snarl at any given time.
He lay quite still, motionless except for the heavy breathing which gave him away. He'd decided to wait until she got herself settled and then give it the good old college try. She couldn't really be made of stone, he said to himself, there must be some way to get her excited. Pondering the dilemma, Martin decided to take it slow and easy. That way she couldn't help but come around, he thought. And that's what he set out to do.
When he heard her sigh and mumble a "good night," Martin reached over and gave her a light hug. He didn't move his hand away, instead he moved it in almost circular motions across her belly. Inching himself closer to her back, which was facing him, Martin decided to kiss the back of her" neck, remembering how much that had aroused her in the past.
"For God's sake, Martin, why don't you stop being a little boy and playing games? ! " she shouted, more into her pillow than to him. Adele hadn't moved either toward or away from him. He found himself getting a little annoyed with her chilling attitude.
Continuing the move toward her, Martin pointed his prick at the space between her ass cheeks. "Adele, cut it out, will you?" he raised his voice only slightly. "I'm still your husband and at the moment I happen to have a hard-on." He was exasperated. Why did it have to always be this way? She was his wife so why couldn't he have sex with her whenever he wanted to?
Adele felt his bulging masculinity pressing into the cleft of her bottom and sighed. After eight years of marriage, Adele knew sex wasn't quite the same as it had been. Oh, she'd never been the most passionate thing around, but he had. Now all he knew how to do was to lie there on his side of the bed and complain about her cold cream.
He still excited her, always would, but she'd never be the one to tell him that. She'd looked at him before coming to bed-he was even more handsome than when they'd gotten married. Martin's hair was graying at the temples now but it gave him that added sophisticated look. Now that she thought of it, he'd always been a very good lover too. She wondered where and when things went wrong between them.
She was beginning to get angry. She might very well be the Cold Cream Queen, but then he was the All-American Assembly Line King. With him it had always been: "Got to run, let's make it a quickie." Martin had never known or suspected that she'd been having affairs on the side for the past four years. Every time he went on a business trip, Adele had found a lover or two to take care of her. Her latest had been a young boy she'd gotten involved with, initially to prove to herself that she was still a woman. She'd needed to prove her existence. A few years before she'd been seduced by the girl next door who'd married a much older businessman as a cover. That had been an affair to remember-she hadn't thought she'd enjoy it as much as she did.
An urgent jabbing at her backside brought Adele out of the reverie. Martin nudged her three times, more insistently now, with his fully erect, iron-hard cock.
Adele's voice, now shrill in anger, shattered the silence. "Well, Mr. Smart Ass, if you knew your prick from a hole in the ground you'd stop playing footsies and act like a man!"
He had been slowly rocking his hips back and forth toward her, contemplating how to handle the situation when she'd yelled. At that moment he entertained a fleeting thought of raising her gown and ramming the full length of his erection into her little brown hole. It had been quite awhile since he'd done that to his wife-almost four years, if not more. But that had been accidental and he'd only gotten part of the head in when she made him pull out. After that, he played the perfect gentleman at home and the boy-in-the-saddle with his girl friends. Now he wondered if that wasn't what he'd been doing wrong all the years.
He reached under her gown and felt her body stiffen as he rubbed her silky smoothness. He didn't intend to give up very easily this time, no matter how angry she made him. The fingers wandered until they became enmeshed in her cunt. He could feel the mound twitch but she still hadn't pulled away-a good sign. He rocked his hips to a faster tempo and, though she still lay quite still, her buttocks seemed to yield to his assault.
Martin snuggled closer, close enough to reach her ear with his tongue. It had turned her on before, it should work again. He cupped her breast and found the nipple getting hard. Good, that's what he wanted. She was a hot little mother, no matter what she did. "I want you, cunt," he whispered in her ear. In a more commanding tone, he continued: "I want to spread those lips of yours as far as they'll go, you hear?"
The same instant he heard himself, Martin realized he'd forgotten where he was. He talked that way to his girls but never before to his wife. More insistently now, he pushed himself toward her. His hand left her breast and traveled downward. Adele still hadn't spoken.
He clawed at her, raking his fingers down her belly and winding a hair around each one when he stopped. Adele's body was reacting-he felt the heat and heard a moan that came from her cunt, not her mind. Without caring, Martin pulled her gown further up and slipped it over her head. Willingly it seemed, Adele helped him remove it completely. She still hadn't turned toward him.
Still gently pulling on her pussy hairs, Martin extricated his left hand from under him and used it to aim his almost spitting prick at her back hole. The initial drops trickled out and wet her as he primed it impatiently. Slowly her legs spread apart, allowing his fingers access to what he'd once called her "glory hole."
"Ah, that's it!" he cried and then grunted as he sunk his teeth into her bare shoulder. "You can dig a good cock now and then, can't you, bitch?"
He still hadn't penetrated the a-hole but it wouldn't be long now. He was certain she'd moaned as some kind of reply. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked!" he cried out breathlessly. With that, he pushed the head in, spreading her but still not losing his hold on her cunt.
Hearing her cry out in pain and surprise but oblivious now, Martin continued his entry. She struggled mildly but not enough to really want to get away. He'd stuck her now where he wanted her-right on the head of his cock and he wasn't about to stop no matter what she tried to do. He was sure now she'd been a chippy and, instead of becoming angry, he just wanted to prove he could fuck her as well as the next guy-maybe even better.
He pushed Adele onto her stomach with the force of his body. Now completely uncontrolled and consumed by his newfound passion, Martin jackhammered into her. Vaguely he heard moans and cries. He held her hands down roughly as he pounded. The flaps of skin parted easily for him. As he felt himself approaching orgasm, Martin pulled out and entered her cunt. It was wetter than he remembered it. Wet and wide open. He didn't need to hold her arms down now-she was as excited about it as he was.
Adele had hunched up on the bed once he'd pulled out of her rear. Now she held her legs open for him to accommodate him stiir further. Martin had reached around and cupped her breasts and was pulling and squeezing them almost sadistically. He shook and then thrust himself forward as he flooded her. He didn't pull out, though, not yet. As the last drops transferred bodies, he slowly relaxed, hearing the slush-slushing sound of come meeting come.
Slowly, Martin maneuvered the still twitching body under him until she was lying on her back. His prick was dancing in the chill night air, the wetness making him suddenly realize how good it had been this time. Slowly too, her arms slipped upward around his neck and pulled him to her. Hoarse, breathless whimpering sounds escaped her as her lips parted in response to his hungry searching mouth.
Locked in a passionate embrace, Martin positioned himself between his wife's thighs. The sheets were bunched at the foot of the bed. Angrily he kicked at them, eager to escape the snarl around his feet. In the pale moonlight, shining into the room through the slits in the blinds, she was even more beautiful and softer than he'd seen her in a long time. Her mouth hung open loosely, waiting for his warm tongue to rekindle the fire. The cold cream didn't even matter now. Nothing mattered except the needs of two bodies, straining toward each other in the heat.
He pulled her close to him, her shoulder-length auburn hair framing her almost perfectly oval face, her deep-set and glazed hazel eyes searching his own in confused passion. He felt her firm breasts flattening and molding themselves against his body, their hard nipples burrowing into the muscles of his chest and he lost all control again.
Martin's prick began to throb into hammer-like rigidity. She'd felt it and squirmed urgently under him, her hips reaching up. He slid down a bit and hungrily took one of the brown-peaked breasts into his mouth, massaging the other and squeezing it tenderly and rhythmically. He hadn't sucked on those melons for a long time but he'd never quite forgotten how good they could be. That was just one of the reasons he hadn't left her.
His probing hands now moved to fondle and graze her tingling flesh, investigating the full length of her trembling, soft, silky smooth body. They roved across her flat white belly and downward to the warmth of her mound. His balls were screaming, pleading with him for yet another release. He couldn't wait any longer! Gently, yet with a determined urgency all their own, his fingers ground into her slit, boring a hole as they probed ever deeper.
His rock-hard flesh pressed itself against the silken warmth of her upper thigh as his fingers methodically drove her into spasms. She was no longer hiding the fact that she wanted him. Martin raised himself slightly to accommodate his wandering fingers, then moved his hand and slammed down and Into her. Sudden animal-like whispers escaped her throat.
"Fuck me, Martin!" she cried, clawing at him. "For once, just fuck me!" Her voice trailed off into guttural cries and moans as she threw her head off the pillow and hissed in pleasure.
He flung himself forward, plunging in to the hilt, gripping Adele's hips to steady his force. The rushing sound of his own blood pounded in his ears, and he could feel her freshly manicured nails dragging along the skin of his back. He felt the hot and wet lining of her pussy grip and relax, grip and relax, as his prick grew hot and numb.
As her fingers clutched his back in a death-like grip, Martin's backed-up reserve of sperm burst through. "Now!" she cried, whipping her buttocks right and left. "I'm coming ... I'm coming! Oh, God, come with me!"
He tried to answer her screams but couldn't. In a voice sounding more like a grunt, he managed, "Oh, yes! I'll come! I'm commm-ming!" and his piston-like thrusts attested to it. He felt his seed scalding the mouth of her womb as he jerked, clutching her to steady himself. She'd stopped thrashing and now her pussy milked him dry.
They lay still, panting together for many long minutes. In the silence, Martin's mind began to wander. Hotel rooms ... free-flowing booze ... blondes, brunettes, almost-redheads ... screaming, clawing, juicy cunts ... parties ... orgies. His wife was still the best piece of tail around, he decided.
Not too long ago a buddy of his had mentioned swap clubs. They'd been in the baths and he'd listened intently to the story of the other man's introduction. The guy had said it was the greatest thing around since mother and apple pie-that way you could keep a wife and have a little extra fun too. It was worth a try.
Martin had known about his wife's little parlor games for a long time now. He didn't bring it up because that would have put him in a precarious position with his own affairs. Now, with his prick still rubbing against the walls inside her pussy, he decided he'd like to give the swappers a try.
"Adele, honey," he said in the softest, gentlest voice he could manage, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He rotated his hips and slowly eased his now limp organ out, kissing the lips of her cunt as he departed. "A buddy of mine at work gave me something I'd like to show to you."
His teeth grazed her belly as he slid off the bed. Even before she answered, he was out of bed and rummaging around for his attache case. Where was the damn thing? he asked himself under his breath. Oh, hell.
"Yes, Martin," she answered husky-voiced, She hadn't caught her breath yet and seemed a bit confused by this interruption. She reached to the bottom of the bed, pulled the sheet up over herself and waited.
He found the newspaper he'd been most interested in. It carried all sorts of advertisements for almost anything you could think of pertaining to sex. Group sex, voyeurism, and otherwise. He handed it to her and then positioned himself kneeling and propping her up from behind. As she read it, he did too-over her shoulder. One hand held her breast and toyed with a nipple quite absentmindedly as he saw her face flush just a bit.
Mustering up his courage, he continued with the plan. "Adele, there was an ad in here that interested me." He spoke softly not to get her upset or make her think he was too interested. He wanted to tell her that he knew she needed sex and being loved not only by himself but he couldn't find the right words. He couldn't judge her reaction.
Renewing the manual stimulation, Martin went on. "Well, there are these people, you know, and they advertise their cabin up in the hills. Ummm-mm, well, they have group meetings ... you see ... they have them there on the weekends." He was getting worried because she still hadn't said a word. "Well, I thought we'd try it. Just once, you understand. Maybe that's what the two of us need." He looked down, trying desperately to see the look on her face.
Adele just sat there, not moving-almost not even breathing. Maybe she'd thought of the same thing but was too afraid to mention it to him. Now that he was the first one to bring it up, it was a different story. He studied the situation-if it didn't work out at all it would be his fault, not hers, so she really had nothing to worry about.
Breaking the silence, Adele cleared her throat and said, "Martin, would you read the ad out loud while I go get a cigarette?" She didn't look at him. Adele handed the newspaper back and got up from the bed. She crossed the room and he read:
"Don't miss this fun in the sun! Discreet happenings regularly at our mountain cabin. Special weekend nature enjoyment on our large wooded hideaway. If you're attractive people, 21-50, and enjoy the same and love, don't miss out!! ! Call anytime for further information." She had been surprised, to say the least, when he broke the mood by suggesting she look at some silly old newspaper. She hadn't answered him because she felt like snarling. Then the idea had amused and excited her; you might say it even got her ready for another fuck. She'd crossed the room for the cigarettes to hide her shaking hands and the possibility of giving her true feelings away. She wanted to make him sweat. She knew she'd like that kind of action but he didn't, and she liked the suspense.
Adele had come back to bed and listened to him in silence, the rings of smoke curling above her head. She was a bit skeptical of things as vague as the advertisement had been, but then, of course, she'd let it be his decision. That way it wouldn't be her fault if anything went wrong. After brief deliberation, Adele grew fond of the idea. She was beginning to dream of nice juicy young boys and girls to play with when Martin broke into her thoughts.
Martin tried to catch the expression on her face but the clouds of smoke the cigarette had created blocked the view. Seeing no real reaction one way or the other, he decided to take his chances and relate his feelings about the idea. "Well, you know we both like the mountains," he began. "We like people and obviously, for whatever reason, we're hot for sex and the things or people that go with it," he paused now, testing the air in the room. "I think we should try it. You'll never know about something like this unless you do, you know." There, he'd said it. Now all he could do was to wait.
"All right Martin," she answered directing a cloud of smoke toward his face. "I'm willing to try it if you are,"
He smiled, a devilish played-a-trick-on-you kind of smile. He'd won this game. Where would they go from here? He knew one thing for sure, he was headed for that warm, wet pussy again. It looked like it would be a good night for him after all.
* * *
Phil Jason was sitting in his chair on his side of the living room reading his newspaper and glaring at his wife, Lena on her side of the room. He wanted to walk up to her and shove his dick right in her face-point it at that pouty mouth even-anything, anything, to get some kind of human reaction out of her.
He'd been forced to a do-it-yourself-if-you-really-want-it type of situation and it was driving him up the friggin' wall. Every time he even mentioned the word sex around the house, she came back with: "Is that all you ever think of?"
Just an hour ago they'd gone 'round and 'round for the hundredth time on the same damned subject. The same fuckin' thing: SEX. He knew, he just knew, that she had a hell of a lot of feeling in that area. It was just that, in her mind, it had become a "no-no" somehow.
Hell, when he'd married her they'd balled for a month hardly taking any time to do anything else. There had been no problem then. In fact, he couldn't get her mouth unglued off his dick long enough to fix dinner. Now she was turned off-almost turned off from the world, sex, and life in general.
Jason had discussed the whole situation with Ted, their next-door-neighbor, also a good guy to share those kinds of problems with. Ted had suggested he try a very discreet kind of family swap club or something like that to break the ice with Lena and get the steam up again. He didn't know exactly how she'd take that and he wasn't even sure he wanted to be the one to suggest such a thing in her frame of mind. Not yet, he thought.
Lena was sewing something, sitting there on her side of the room. She looked so damn prim and proper, her legs crossed just right, etc. etc. He couldn't stand it. For just an instant he felt her looking at him, wanting to talk yet not willing to try. He wished she would.
What was the point of staying married, he'd so often wondered, if it was going to be like this-battle after battle, day after day. He'd asked for a divorce but he knew down inside that she'd never give it to him. It was a matter of principle or something like that. Or could it be that she still had enough left in her to care? He didn't know anymore. So many questions ran through his mind, so few answerable. He wondered if she were still really a woman" Oh well, he would try not to think about that.
"Lena, what are we going to do?" Jason asked from his side of the room. "What has our marriage come to? We can't even share the same roof together anymore." He couldn't go on. If he did, it would just become another full-blown screaming session that would go nowhere.
Lena didn't even bother trying to answer his last question. She couldn't. Stealthily, she rubbed her thighs together and caressed one breast with the side of her arm. She'd read a lot of all kinds of sex magazines lately and she made do with her dreams of being a woman. She wasn't exactly made of stone but a lot of people seemed to think she was. She didn't even have any close friends left that she could talk to.
Jason knew he'd never get a divorce. She knew he didn't really want one or he'd fight tooth and nail for it like he did for anything else he'd ever wanted. They both remembered the long drawn-out fuck sessions of not too long ago. It would be so good, she thought, if it could just be that way again. Just pure uninhibited sex, like they'd once had.
How do you tell or show a husband you're horny, she asked herself. Why should a wife even have to tell a man, any man, that? She'd decided long ago that talking to him was only a waste of breath. If he wasn't all wrapped up in business matters, he sat on the other side of the room. What was the use?
Just then a wild idea flashed through her mind. Her face lit up-it was simple: she'd rape him! No questions asked, no answers or explanations offered. Once she'd given it some thought, the idea enchanted her completely. She'd been so frustrated over the lack of communication and what better way to solve the whole matter? She'd show him that she was still all woman and quite capable of holding him or any man, for that matter. Yes sir, she'd show him! The sewing tumbled to the floor as she walked across the room prepared for phase one.
He heard a rustling across the room. When Jason looked toward his wife's chair, it was empty and the sewing she'd been working on was in a heap at the foot. It had surprised him. His eyes looked around the room and he saw her approaching. What was she up to now?
Lena came up to the side of his chair, picked up his empty Scotch glass, and walked toward the kitchen. He heard the refrigerator door open and close and the tinkle as she dropped two ice cubes in. The gurgling sound made him realize she was fixing him another drink.
Now he was really surprised. She hadn't been so nice to him in months. Most of the time she'd acted like he didn't even exist. She set the drink down on the table next to his chair and reached up and turned off the reading light. The next thing he felt was a hand-her hand-resting between his eager loins. He felt his joint snap to attention at the familiar touch and moaned. Searching fingers titillated the area and she firmly pressed the palm of her hand down, covering the bulge. He looked up at her-too dumbfounded to speak.
Her eyes were closed, the lids quivering as she had when they'd make love. The nostrils were beginning to flare just a bit as he noticed the mottling effect her face took on when she was excited. There was no need for any kind of an explanation.
Lena had closed her eyes, mentally devouring his still covered dick-tasting it, smelling it, feeling it without even unzipping his pants. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt her fingers resting on the cold metal tab and heard the teeth parting as she pulled the zipper down.
She waited a moment before she reached into his shorts to free his "Little man" as she'd once affectionately called Phil Jason's organ. Now she lowered her head and looked down at it. The little man's eye seemed to wink at her approvingly. He looked just as good as he always had when, standing proud and tall, he waited nervously for her loving touch. Maybe even better, since it had been so long.
Unconsciously, Lena moaned and licked her lips. She wished she could lick her honey bun too because it had gotten so wet these last few minutes. They'd get to that in a little while, she thought as she gazed tenderly at the now sprawled figure of Phil. Wordlessly, Lena crouched, semi-kneeling at the foot of the chair. She remembered the times past when that style had been their favorite game.
Her quivering fingers wrapped themselves around the little man. He'd grown so big and strong and she felt him throbbing in her hand. Being some kind of judge of her husband's reactions, Lena knew it wouldn't be too long before the little man would stand all by himself.
The little man and his winking, dew-smitten eye didn't let her down. He grew taller and bigger around almost every time her lips came near him it seemed. Satisfied, Lena tickled him with her tongue and took him into her mouth. Feeling the beginning of her ecstasy, she felt more saliva bubbling up from her throat as she began to devour him, inch by glorious inch.
She wasn't plain, retiring Lena anymore-the initial feel of Phil's hardness in her mouth released any and all inhibitions that were left. Sucking furiously, bobbing her head in rapid up-down fashion, she began pulling off her clothes. Without losing her oral grip, she tugged at her binding clothing, cursing under her breath when it became particularly difficult.
Oh, he was good, she thought as she swallowed again, yes, her man was really good. She'd gotten the idea a while back that Phil was afraid of her. She didn't know why but she just felt that he was. Nothing mattered right now, though, except for the little man.
Lena reached up for Phil's hand. He hadn't moved to touch her or anything-only his forward rocking hips gave away the feeling that had overcome him. Keeping the little man in her mouth as much as possible, she pulled Phil's body toward her, causing him to slowly slide off the chair until he was on the floor with her. The zipper and his trousers grazed the skin on her face and she was eager to remove that obstacle.
Directing Phil's hand toward her fuck-hungry cunt, Lena twisted around until she was in a position to remove Phil's clothes as she had her own. Phil had gone into a world all his own and when she first tried to pull his pants off there seemed to be some resistance-not for long. She'd forgotten how much of a pro she'd become at undressing him during the first years of their marriage. It all came back to her now and she undressed him with relative ease.
He poked around her cunt absentmindedly and although she was pre-occupied with the little man, it became a frustration rather quickly. She couldn't believe he'd forgotten what to do with a pussy. Or had he? She wanted him to suck it but he'd never been much of a sport for that. Lena didn't know how to bring it up. She imagined he'd forgotten how much she liked it when he sucked her.
In almost lightning motion, Lena sat up and shoved his head between her legs and clamped down. That's the only way to bring it up, she quickly decided and then went back to the little man. Since Phil didn't pull away from her, she figured he knew what she was after.
Phil had been shocked, to say the least, when his usually calm wife displayed her lust for a fuck. He'd forgotten she even had feeling left and had been content to dream about it and look at pictures. It was maddening but he'd gotten used to it.
Now, on the floor with his head buried in Lena's snatch, Phil felt as he had when they were first married. He felt like an all-powerful bull screwing the bee-jeezus out of his wife. He didn't have his piston in her yet, but her sweet ugly thing was heaven and hell for him at the same time. He'd never figured out the reason, yet somehow Lena's fucking had been the bond between them all these years. He wanted and needed her and most of the time he didn't know why.
If Lena could be this hot without showing it, he wondered what she'd be like with a couple of guys to take care of her snatch. She was a good cocksucker too-what would some other guy think of that? Phil's mind was spinning and he felt and heard his blood beating against his skull. Testily, he stuck out his tongue and explored Lena's gash. God, it was wet! He lapped it up, moving from top to bottom and around her brown back door. He hadn't shaved that morning and he could feel his whiskers scraping against her flesh-he rubbed harder against it, letting the fullness of his tongue trail behind.
Phil thought back to the jacking-off stag sessions he'd had with Ted Bates, his next-door neighbor, and a few select friends. Ted was hung up on the idea of swap clubs and orgies and had suggested he try it at least once. One of the other guys said you'd never know how hot a wife you had unless you share her around a bit.
They'd gotten a few laughs from it and even tried a cut-down version when they had a couple of call girls over and passed them around. Phil had enjoyed watching but had never been able to imagine Lena in such a thing. Now he wondered if it was such a bad idea, after all. If there was anytime he could bring the subject up, it would have to be now. He remembered that he used to do that when they were first married because she'd say yes to almost anything when he had her comin'.
Jamming a couple of fingers into Lena's ass-hole, Phil sped up his tongue action on her fuck button. He stopped for just a moment to get a look at the little pink nub that was the root to his sucking success. Yes, it still looked as good as it used to. He slipped his mouth over it and let his teeth tease it until he heard Lena crying out and jerking her hips frantically to meet his mouth. He'd have to bring up the subject pretty soon or he will have lost his edge.
Feeling the quivering body under his mouth, Phil braced himself for what he wanted to say. He hated to stop when they were so close to coming, but it was now or never. Clearing his throat, Phil began. "Lena, honey," his voice came out hoarsely with a curious combination of tenderness, "what do you think of places where four people can do this all at the same time?"
She didn't answer him at first, but when he hovered over her pussy, waiting for sound, Phil vaguely heard the pop as his joint slid out of her mouth. "I imagine it's pretty wild, don't you?" she mumbled, swallowing as she spoke. Without waiting for further comments, she took the little man back to where he'd been before the interruption.
Phil bit at the little pinkish tip and continued, "I think I'd like to watch you get fucked sometimes." Slurping sounds muffled the impact of his words. "Do you think you'd like to try it?" he cried, still biting at her. "With other people watching, I mean." He waited, holding his breath now but lapping almost absentmindedly at the wetness oozing out below the pink tip.
"Uuh-huh," was the answer. It sounded like a go-ahead but he wasn't quite sure yet.
The rock-hard column of his joint gave a wild leap, independent of all direction, and it burst wide open, issuing a stream that flooded every nook and cranny of Lena's insides as she gasped and swallowed his seed in great gulps. Pressing her head down on his joint, Phil gasped for air and breathlessly asked, "Why don't we try it one of these days?" before he'd completely lost the glow.
Sure, he'd wanted a divorce until now but with the swap club idea, maybe he wouldn't need one. What the hell-he had to admit that Lena was his choice of a good fuck and blow job. Why get divorced if you don't really have to?
He'd shot a good wad this time-hell, he could see it dribbling out of the sides of her mouth as she tried to answer him. He waited for her to speak as he felt himself getting ready for another erection just looking at her mouth.
She wiped at the sides of her lips and licked her fingers. "Whatever you say, Phil. I won't argue with you anymore, no matter what you decide," she whispered.
While he didn't particularly like the way she'd agreed to the swapping, his little victory was better than nothing-that's what he'd had for a long time. He'd better get it set up right away before the fires died, he decided.
Minutes seemed like hours as he lay on the floor, tickling his wife's body with his fingertips as he planned his course of action. He'd get the paper from Ted and check it out for an especially interesting ad, then he'd call the people and make all necessary arrangements.
Lena was the first to get up. She went in, the direction of the kitchen and when Phil heard the clinking of ice cubes in glasses he knew she was fixing them a kind of celebration drink-two double Scotch-on-the-rocks like they used to have after a session. God, he thought, she's happy right now.
After the drinks, she went into the kitchen again and started dinner. Phil took this opportunity to go next door and get the paper from Ted.
Not bothering to get dressed, Phil grabbed a terry cloth robe from his bathroom and went out the door. The chill early evening air tickled and made him move that much faster. His mind was spinning and he had an uncontrollable urge to jump the hedge instead of walking around it. He checked himself and went up to the door and rang the bell.
Obviously Ted had also been involved in some fun and games because his face was red as a beet when he finally did open the door. Phil heard a woman's voice calling from another room. He had no time to check that piece out just now.
"Ted, where's that newspaper you showed me the other night?" Phil asked excitedly as he walked in the door. His eyes were scanning table tops, cabinet tops, and chairs for some sign of it. All he could see were clothes thrown every which way. Obviously, Ted's wife was on a vacation or something because the feminine clothes certainly didn't belong to her.
"What paper?" the other man asked, his face slowly regaining its normal color. There was a note of irritation in the question.
'That swap thing. You know, the one we all talked about on stag night."
Ted scratched his head slowly, showing he didn't understand the urgency in Phil's voice. "Why? What's going on now that I don't know about?"
"Nothing's going on," Phil answered getting aggravated by his friend's inquisitiveness. "In case you really must know, I gave the meat to my wife just now. Where the hell's that damn paper?"
The two men, one in a bathrobe, the other with a hastily thrown on pair of shorts, went scouting around the house for the paper in question. Ted carefully avoided the bedroom where he'd stashed his evening's entertainment. The newspapers were found, scattered all over the floor of the den.
Not bothering to acknowledge his find or apologize for the intrusion, Phil Jason flew out of the door faster than he'd come in. He'd explain to Ted later. She'd said it was all right so now he'd read her the thing he had in mind for a weekend. He thought she'd enjoy it. Who knew for sure, maybe she'd even relax?
Holding the newspaper against his back, Phil tiptoed into the kitchen until he stood directly behind her. He pressed himself forward, rubbing the little man against her cheeks. She hunched her shoulder and moaned. Now with the paper in one hand, Phil reached in front of her and inserted a finger into her still wet snatch. Wiggling it slowly, he ground his pelvis against her until she'd stopped what she was doing and gave him her complete attention.
Now he held the newspaper off to the side. "Here," he said in a low whisper, "Let me read this to you. It's that thing I mentioned a few minutes or so ago." He didn't want to mention the word "swap" again because she might still change her mind before he was through though he really doubted it.
"Don't miss this fun in the sun! Discreet happenings regularly at our mountain cabin. Special weekend nature enjoyment on our large wooded hideaway. If you're attractive people, 21-50, and enjoy the same and love, don't miss out!! ! Call anytime for further information."
He didn't know if she'd heard him or not. She was moaning loudly and had pushed the front of her body closer to the wall, imprisoning his traveling fingers. His bathrobe had come undone and now his joint was rubbing up and down her crack. He felt it beginning to get hard again and doubted they'd eat dinner tonight. They'd eat all right-not necessarily food.
He'd get an okay from her tonight and he knew it. Any doubts he might have had in his mind were immediately dispelled when he heard her guttural whisper:, "Fuck me, Phil, oh God, give it to me!"
He'd give it all to her, every bit of it, and then he'd call and make the arrangements for their hot and heavy weekend. Smiling, he led his wife around to the bedroom and closed the doors.
* * *
The Lawsons had a good thing going and they knew it. In the three days since they'd placed the ad they had received about fifteen telephone calls. Some were kooks, some were old timers who'd already been up to the cabin, and some were tyros-newcomers to the whole swap scene.
Margo and Erik were most interested in the tyros. The prospect list showed possibility for a riotously good weekend as Erik would say. The most interesting callers were a Mr. and Mrs. Eddie Baker, seemingly hot and wild youngsters; Mr. and Mrs. Martin Gerard, big business folk who liked a little extra here and there; and a Mr. and Mrs. Phillip Jason, almost divorcees who were hung up on each other's sex.
Margo felt the more the merrier but Erik usually liked to limit it at three couples plus themselves for starters with possible additions toward the end of the weekend. That was it, then: Jan and Eddie, Adele and Marty, Lena and Phil, and Margo and Erik.
Margo had gotten all the information from them on the telephone and had gone to check their homes-secretly, of course-to see if they were appealing, sensual-type people. She had come back with a very optimistic report and the matter was settled. They did, of course, charge $20 per couple, per weekend, to their exclusive Mountain Couples' Club. The fees took care of expenses for food, liquid refreshments, and things like that. A lifetime membership to the club would cost $150 per couple, for which guests were entitled to limited weekday use of the cabins.
Weekdays were always fun for Margo-that's when she could let down her hair with some of the more swinging old-timers and even their sons and daughters on special occasions. Anything goes on weekdays was the general rule, not the exception. Weekends were slightly more limited but it wasn't usually noticeable.
Margo was looking forward to this next weekend. She curled up on the sofa, having stripped off her blouse and bra, and purred. Erik had so often told her that she was a cat, she acted like one when no one was looking and it was all in fun. He knew automatically what mood she was in when she purred and meowed-in heat. He turned off the lights and switched on the machine in the darkroom behind the wall.
A screen dropped on the wall opposite where they were sitting, accompanied by the whirring sound from the small rear room. Couples flashed on the screen in all states of undress and various activities. This was the film from the last weekend.
The usual procedure, a kind of get-acquainted warm-up, was to get all the couples sitting in this very room and show a stag film, encouraging guests to do whatever they would do if they were at home and saw this kind of film. Everyone reacted differently-some immediately began masturbating singly, others went for their respective mates, and some-not many-sat and blushed through most of it.
While the new guests were thus engaged in watching a stag film, a film was being made of them, documenting their initial reactions. After the warm-up, inhibitions were lost and the party began.
On the screen an elderly gentleman, balding and slightly overweight, was followed by the camera's eye as he chased a tall, short-haired blonde in and out among the trees. Red-faced and puffing heavily, the man was grinning from ear to ear as he waved his erect dong for the girl's benefit. His wife was in the film action somewhere, undoubtedly with the blonde girl's husband.
A Negro couple had been present that last weekend. Beautiful specimens, Margo had commented. In fact, she had gone for a little taste of each herself as the film showed the man seated on a table, with Margo sitting on a chair sucking him and being eaten by the man's wife sitting cross-legged on the floor.
The film flashed now to Erik in another room of the house engaged in a "starfish" with his little-boy backside in the throes of orgasm at the time of photography. There were cameras in each room and at various posts all over the grounds. A guest could not go anywhere without being filmed. After the guests left, all films would be removed and edited together for full-length feature viewing.
Last weekend's film was one of the better ones. These films were often used as bonus entertainment, providing the photographed couples weren't present. There were some exceptions-private parties and the like. Sometimes one couple would find out about the filming and come back to see themselves in action. Precautions were taken in that area to determine their reason for wanting to see the films. There had been no trouble at the cabins so far.
Erik was laying down on the eight-foot-long tufted velvet sofa, obviously engrossed in the flick and getting a rather prominent erection.
The pussycat took one look at him, licked her chops, and made ready for attack. With one deft movement she'd straddled his hips and impaled herself on his joystick.
"Ride it, baby, ride it," Erik teased her appreciatively. They could go on like this all night, watching the films and balling, he thought and smiled to himself. He pulled her closer so he could get a taste of those rich brown nipples she had bouncing in his face. "Mmmmmm, baby, that's good," he muttered before becoming temporarily affixed to Margo's hills of honey.
Margo liked to watch Erik get a hard-on during the skin show. Without realizing it, he almost always started jacking off and somehow that turned her on. She liked to see anybody play with themselves-man or woman-it just turned her on.
Now with his shaft up inside her, Margo's mind wandered back to last weekend. She imagined that she had that colored dude's cock up inside her again. God, he was good, she thought. His wife was pretty hot herself. She remembered the first time the guy had rammed it in her-it felt as big, if not bigger, than a wide milk bottle splitting her open. She wished she had him right now.
She also liked having all of the guys-as many as were there-usually three, since it didn't often include Erik who was busy elsewhere-work on her at the same time. One in the front door, one in the back, and one in the "attic window." Her mouth was the window-she'd made that up the second time she'd had sex that way. Now she was so used to it that she sometimes included her dog in there somewhere for extra kicks. She ached for it now but she'd have to wait until the weekend.
"Uh, Erik baby, shove it in me!" Her cry sounded as if she were in pain. Moaning and screaming hoarsely, Margo arched, almost slipping his shaft out of her. Sh a grabbed his shoulders and pushed until Erik was or top of her, then she motioned him to move up on her chest.
Erik rested his shaft between her breasts, then she squeezed them together as he rotated his hips toward her gasping mouth. About the time she reached him and took the head in her mouth, she pulled away.
"Percy, come here, baby." she cried, gasping for air. "Come on, come to your good mama, baby." The shadow on the opposite side of the room moved and ambled toward the sweaty bodies locked together on the sofa. In the light, one could see that Percy was a sleek, black Doberman. Without further command, he maneuvered himself onto the sofa and between Margo's wide open legs.
As soon as the dog's tongue darted out toward her pink lips, Margo held her hips up and shoved a pillow under them. She reached out and pulled Erik's hips toward her so now he was seated just inches away from her shoulder blades. He didn't need to rock his hips anymore.
Margo held his glistening cock with one hand, pulling it away from his body and further into her mouth. Her other hand had reached around him and she felt him jump as she jammed one finger into his asshole.
Margo had been training Percy for almost a year. As if on cue, the animal's tongue would insert itself like a miniature cock into her hole and wiggle it there. As she felt the tongue exciting her, Margo's teeth would sink into Erik's pulsing rock-hard cock, denting it-sometimes even drawing blood as her own uncontrollable body drove itself into a frenzy. When she was careful, she really knew how to use her teeth to full advantage. Not too light, not too hard-just over easy.
Suddenly Erik's body shot forward as his shaft drove toward the back of her head. Grabbing a handful of hair, he forced her head down into the cushions as he moved up on his knees and drilled into her.
"Suck it! Aaagh-suck!" he cried out, feeling the hot, searing seed gush through his shaft and into her mouth. Jerking his hips more forcefully, he impaled her for the last time as the final drops shot out.
Margo's cheeks bulged and hollowed obscenely as she sought to get him bone-dry. Percy was ravenously licking her cunt, grunting his own approval. His shaft had slithered out of its pod and now hung between his legs, waiting for a signal from his mistress.
Erik had rolled off the sofa and now lay on the rug, catching his breath and waiting for Margo's finale. She pushed Percy's head out of the way and quickly rolled over again. On her stomach now, Margo knelt before the dog's face. She reached behind and parted her ass cheeks. "Now, Percy, fuck!" she cried out.
On that signal, the animal climbed onto her back with his front paws and guided his own penis into the proffered hole She felt his strong animal body search and find the opening and then the searing instant of pain as he entered the opening with his beveled, thick shaft.
Margo shifted her rounded buttocks in a wild, insane tension-trying to capture his ever-lengthening prick. She began to move backwards rhythmically to meet Percy's powerfully long strokes plunging deep into her belly. That's what she'd needed.
"Oooooh, fuckin' christ! I-I'm gonna-I'm gonna come! Fuck, Percy, fuck!" Margo's voice died in a strangled cry and sigh, her head twisting from side to side as she screwed her buttocks back hard onto the animal cock furiously.
Erik watched and drooled much as the great animal dripped saliva onto the flesh of Margo's back. Margo shrieked again and again, frantically jerking backwards toward the dog as, simultaneously, Percy thrust forward and his cock began spitting out its load of hot animal sperm into Margo's ass.
Margo screamed, her ass cheeks contracting convulsively as the animal pulled out, dripping white sticky fluid as he left. Margo ran her hand through the entangled mass of silken, jet black hair and smiled down at Erik. "Thank you, love," she whispered huskily. "It was real good this time."
Percy had gone back to his corner and sat in the shadows. Margo's eyes were glassy, narrow slits as she shook her head, sighed lengthily and sat up to watch the still continuing film on the far wall.
She purred and smiled lovingly as she looked down at Erik's pale blondeness next to her own olive-complexioned dark beauty. They had a good life-ten acres at the top of a secluded hill. Perfect isolation from nosey neighbors in a peaceful forest-like setting. They used it to their mutual benefit, she mused, when they both discovered the awesome power of their respective sex drives. So far the'd met many people in a year's time and shared all sorts of interesting experiences. Sometimes Margo and Erik had even functioned as teachers, helping their students out over the "rough spots."
Since Erik published underground newspapers and swappers' magazines, he had occasion to use most of the information that came his way to profitable advantage. Even the photographs were handy, although the guest's faces and other such details were altered.
Margo left Erik in the room and wandered to the pool at the rear of their cabin. She was still twitching from the fucking she'd just gotten and would need to cool off a bit. The chilly water splashing against her body would cool her off and then she'd go to bed and dream of the next weekend.
CHAPTER TWO
Margo parked the sleek wine-colored limousine in the shadows to the left of the road and waited. Unless there had been some misinterpretation of instructions, the three new couples should be arriving in about twenty minutes, she thought, lighting a match to see the watch dial.
Erik had made a good business deal when he'd bought the acre and one-half at the foot of Black Ridge Canyon. That was about six months ago, when the club had just started to boom. Now they had an eight-car enclosed garage for their guests and didn't have to bother leading a caravan of cars up the long, winding road.
She'd worn her blue satin hostess gown for this occasion-it not only impressed the newcomers, she'd found, but it also relaxed them and got them in the mood for action. She wore nothing under it except little half-moon things to hold her tits up.
An entire wardrobe of floor-length casual gowns had been designed for her by one of their first guests, she remembered fondly. He'd also made some leather and rubber outfits for her to wear, mostly for his benefit. The boy's name was Dell, a beautiful young buck, she mused, smiling to. herself, not much more than twenty-two but perverted as they come.
They'd had a good time together. In fact, she'd spent the better part of the weekend perched on his iron-hard sleek rod or squirming on the floor as he creamed all over her and licked it off. Dell had also been a very obedient slave. Margo could still see their scenes clearly, even though it had been months ago. Vivid pictures flashed in orgasmic detail through her mind-Dell straining against his bonds, trying to raise his head to lick her cunt; Dell groaning and screaming in pleasure and pain as she licked every glorious inch of his string-bound cock; Dell crawling around on all fours with a vibrator jammed up his twitching ass while she'd flicked a whip at his sweat-glistened back. Yes, he'd been good to her for as long as it had lasted.
Margo felt her cunt twitch in expectation. Her reverie hadn't helped any. "Not yet, cunny not yet," she whispered in the darkness, patting her crotch gently in a reprimanding fashion. We'll get to you soon enough, she thought, pressing her hand down firmly on the area of her sex and squeezing her quivering thighs together. She thought of getting her ever-handy bullet-nosed vibrator out of the glove compartment ... even a finger would help it a little bit.
Margo's train of thought was rudely interrupted by the sound of tires turning the last corner on the dirt and gravel road leading to the enclosed carport. She flicked a switch on her dashboard and its one-piece door was pulled upward, sliding in to tuck itself away under the roof. A dark convertible with a whitish rag top pulled in and stopped. Margo waited breathlessly to get a look at the first arriving couple.
In the dim, flickering gaslight, she could make out the figures of two light-haired new generation types. The girl wore her long flaxen hair loose, cascading over her shoulders and down her back, its free-flow matching her long, loose-fitting, renaissance-style garment. That must be Jan Baker, Margo thought, trying to get a better look. She could see that the man's hair was also worn in the long style, almost shoulder length. So that was Eddie. She hadn't gotten too good a look at them when she'd checked out their house, but the little bit she did see was sufficient to warrant immediate approval. She'd see them better soon enough.
A second car, a light-colored Lincoln Continental, was inching its way around the bend. If she remembered correctly, that would be Mr. and Mrs. Jason. As she watched the car pull in, Margo ventured a guess that Mr. Jason-Phil to her-must do pretty well for a real estate guy to be able to drive that kind of car.
She didn't have time to get even a distant look at the latest arrivals because just then an expensive-looking sports car came barreling around, brakes screeching as it hit the pavement in front of the garage. That could be none other than the Gerards, Margo guessed. She remembered that the husband was an advertising salesman or something like that. Well, that was it-now it was just about time to get the party started. Her cunt was burning and the nipples became rock-hard in their signal to Margo's touch.
Margo tossed her head, her haughty sensual face shining in the dim light, slowly running her well-manicured fingers through her long silky raven hair. Smoothing her gown, she put the car in gear and backed out onto the road. The headlights made eerie designs on the trees as she spun the eight-passenger limousine around. The shadows all looked like cocks and cunts to her ... maybe a tit here and there, she mused, laughing inside at her private joke.
Pulling up alongside the garage, Margo waved to the six silent figures waiting there. Turning on her most charming hostess manner, she rolled down the window and called to the group. "Toss your luggage and things in back and hop in, folks. I'm Margo Lawson, your hostess for the weekend. My husband, Erik, is up at the house getting things ready."
She propped her back against the door handle and watched the couples getting in the car-trying to catch their expressions for future reference. The youngsters, Jan and Eddie, were like little kids going on a picnic; Adele and Martin looked much more sophisticated-very good possibilities; Lena and Phil were reserved, almost shy. Margo turned back to the wheel. This pussycat-likes the weekend prospect, she thought, and lightly ran her tongue along her full, lush lips. Purrrrr.
After everyone was seated comfortably, Margo started the twisting climb up the hill. The narrow road was dimly lit-only an occasional torchlight near the sharpest turns led the way up the steep canyon. Even though she couldn't see her guests, Margo-or rather, Margo's body-felt the pent-up sexual tensions and expectations in the car.
She wondered what film Erik had set up for the evening warm-up this time. Most of the time they showed a stag film to get the newcomers unwound. There were other ways to do it, of course, and she never knew what her husband had up his tight little sleeve. If he did show a flick, she hoped it would be the one with all the young boys they'd had up one week. She couldn't help thinking about it-one solid week of fucking and otherwise handling five beautiful, almost-virgin boys. The kids were in their teens and had been recruited for a bit of extra entertainment. The youngest one was twelve, if she remembered correctly, but he was one of the best young pussy-eaters she'd ever seen. In fact, he was the one kid who balled almost everybody that week-nothing was taboo.
There had also been five couples with them that week-old-timers who wanted a week of straight partying. Even the old men enjoyed getting fucked a few times and the women all had their wrinkled old boxes spread wide open, taking in those nice young cocks from all directions. She felt like laughing out loud but controlled herself because, after all, these were newcomers and she didn't want to give herself away just yet. If Erik hadn't arranged to show that flick, she'd see if she could get him to view some cuts from it sometime during the next two days.
The group traveled up the canyon in silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the crunching sound of rubber against the gravel and dirt road. Margo could tell that not one of the newcomers wanted to be the first to speak. That was understandable. Or was it they were under the impression she would bite?
She stepped on the gas pedal a little harder. If they didn't get settled pretty quick she'd rape one of them right in the car to get things started.
Maybe one of them would like a fuck in the bushes, she wondered silently. She knew full well Erik wouldn't conduct business that way but when a cunt is wet and twitching, you put a cock or a tongue in it. Right? Or at least a finger, she thought, giggling softly while she maneuvered the car the last few feet to the main cabin.
The landing which had been cleared around the house was bathed in light-a blue, warm, and beckoning light that danced in the trees and accentuated the mood. Statues of nudes in various erotic positions were strategically positioned along the short cobblestone path leading to the cabin.
"Well, we're here," Margo said, twisting around in her seat to get her first real look at the group. "We think you'll be comfortable and satisfied," she added husky-voiced, her twitching wet cunt more insistent now.
Jan was the first to move. Throwing her head back, her eyes wide in wonderment, she grinned broadly and reached to open the door on her side. "Hey, Eddie, this place is really far out!" she cried, tugging his arm half pulling him out of the car. Margo watched them closely. Even the long dress couldn't hide the shapeliness of Jan's young body. And those boobs-well, they were ripe and ready. As she watched, Margo could almost imagine a bulge in Eddie's tight-fitting cottony pants. Beautiful, she thought, they'll go in perfectly with the setting.
By this time the sports car couple, Martin and Adele, was also out of the car and taking in the view. Margo slipped out of her seat and propped herself up by the side of the fender and watched their reactions. She hissed with pleasure as she took a long, hungry look at the nicely stacked, long-legged redhead that she knew could only be Adele, a sophisticated hot box. A fleeting desirous thought rocketed through her brains-he'd have to get a taste of that sweet snatch one way or another. Wondering how she would work that at first, she decided on a starfish with Adele in the middle. Her almond-shaped eyes darted to Martin and checked him out.
That's some hunk of meat! Margo exclaimed to herself as she looked carefully at Martin Gerard. Tall, about six foot one or two, Margo agreed that he looked like the suave, smooth-talking salesman type. Stylish mutton-chop sideburns just beginning to gray framed his rugged sensual face. His blue eyes were almost as deep and piercing as Erik's, she noticed. Oh, God, she could really get lost in those!
Phil Jason and his wife, Lena, stood off to the side taking in the beauty of the landscape. Lena, a medium-height dishwater blonde, looked like she had most of her curves in the right places if she'd only show them, Margo thought. Lena seemed a bit apprehensive and Margo noticed Phil, a slightly paunchy, balding man put his arm around her shoulder protectively it seemed. That's a mismatch if I ever saw one, Margo thought and made ready to go inside for the party.
The Jasons didn't look like the most beautiful people in the world, Margo thought, as her eyes passed over them, but something in the way both of them moved gave her the impression they'd be pretty good balling partners. Discreetly, she pressed her thighs together and sighed, anticipating the evening's fun and games.
"Don't bother about your luggage," she called over her shoulder, "it'll be taken care of in a little bit."
"Well, hello! I hope the big pussycat didn't upset our guests!" a husky male voice boomed from the rustic wood-planked landing surrounding the main cabin.
Clad only in brief cut-off shorts, the tanned, muscular figure of Erik Lawson was a pleasant sight in the woodsy surrounding. Blue light rays combined with moonlight bounced off his glistening chest.
Margo smiled tightly and turned toward the group. "In case you folks haven't guessed yet, that tall sun god with the sarcastic voice is my husband, Erik." As laughter rippled through the small crowd, Margo motioned for everyone to follow her.
Having been put at ease by the playful banter, the Bakers, Gerards, and Jasons followed their hosts into the inviting two-story cabin.
"Have a seat and make yourselves comfortable," bare-chested Erik Lawson said with a smile as he chose an overstuffed chair in the living room and lowered his massive frame into it. Margo sat between his legs, Indian-style, tucking her shapely legs under her well-padded buttocks.
Adele snuggled up beside Martin on one section of a two-piece davenport, and Phil joined Lena on the other. Jan and Eddie shared a small settee next to the Lawsons. The three couples exchanged glances, excited yet wondering what to expect in the next two days.
"We're glad all you folks are here and I know we're all anxious to get to know one another and have a little fun this weekend." Erik continued, smiling at each one of the guests. "We've planned a little icebreaker for you."
Erik resumed his seat and flicked the switch hidden under the arm. The lights dimmed and quickly faded as a movie screen dropped down the opposite wall accompanied by a muffled whirring sound from a distance. The davenports swiveled around, forming a semicircle facing the white rectangle. Only the sound of breathing filled the room with expectancy.
Without notice, a giant cunt appeared on the screen, its fleshy lips held open by beautifully manicured, delicate fingers. The camera was so close that every pore, every fold of puckered flesh, every drop of moistness oozing from its opening was amplified. As the camera slowly drew back, outlining every inch of the female body, the full voluptuous form of Margo Law-son came into sharper focus.
She was reclining on a sloped leather sofa, her sensuous natural crimson mouth half open, the facial muscles twitching slightly and the closed almond-shaped eyes flicking in their self-imposed darkness. The camera zoomed closer and followed the shapely lines of her long lush body, focusing first on her rich brown nipples, then down past her navel and still further to the matted black curly bush surrounding her red cunt lips.
A tall, light-haired male figure appeared on the screen, at first blocking the girl, then moving to her right toward the head of the prone figure. As he neared the sofa, the camera's eye focused on his limp cock which he held in his hand, pointing it toward the gasping half-open mouth. As the camera once again drew back, the figure was identifiable as Erik Lawson.
Without leaving the sofa, Margo's head lifted, reaching for him but he moved back, teasing her still holding the limp scepter. Light-blonde pubic hairs outlined the cock, making the whiteness of its skin seem sculptured. His fingers, wrapped around it, slid the skin back until the fiery tip was exposed. He still hadn't touched her.
The scene faded and cut to an outdoor setting where three joined figures were visible in the shadows. The camera closed in on Margo and Erik again, this time joined by a young boy who had his sleek erect cock inserted into Erik's ass, holding him up from behind while Margo, down on her knees, was ravishing Erik's very erect prong.
As she pulled back, the camera exposed the bulging organ, its mushroomed head appearing on the verge of bursting even though angry red slash marks marked it where it had been bound by string.
Erik's hips jerked wildly as the piston-like cock pounding in his tan-track had become more fierce and demanding. The boy's arms tightened, much like a boa constrictor, around his muscular frame, the fingers occasionally dragging and raking deeply across his chest leaving crimson trails behind them.
Margo, on the other hand, had inserted a vibrator of some sort into her cunt, and once it was in, pushing down on her body with the vibrator touching the ground. One hand's fingers were coiled around the bulging cock, tightening then releasing their tension; the other hand rhythmically squeezing his balls, leaving them momentarily to trace near the ass that was being fucked.
* * *
Margo had been pleasantly surprised that the evening's entertainment provided such an appropriate introduction for the new group. Out of habit, she slipped out of her gown and threw it over a small wooden stool a few feet away. The jerking movements behind her head signaled her that Erik had gotten the same idea.
She reached behind her head without turning around and felt his hard fleshy shaft sticking straight out of his shorts. Reaching behind again, she grabbed Erik's free hand and drew him down to join her nakedness on the plush zebra-stripe shaggy rug. Their bodies shone in the flickering shadows, adding a real-life dimension to the film.
The ravishing brunette stretched out, purring as the shaggy hairs of the rug caressed her electrified body. Erik crept over to her side, gently titillating her thighs and creamy olive belly with the head of his thick, carnally swollen cock.
"Let's put on a little floor show for our guests," she moaned in Erik's ear. Smiling devilishly, he agreed.
Locating a control panel tucked into the bottom of the chair he'd previously occupied, Erik pushed a small button, instantly bathing their area of the room in a soft undulating blue/amber light. Momentarily, all attention in the room was focused, at least in part, on them.
Margo could see that their film had affected everyone in the room. Adele was clinging to Martin's massively swollen cock still inside his pants, while he held her almost protectively with one arm, his other hand partially hidden under her short dress. Lena, like Adele, was clutching and massaging Phil's prick where it bulged out the front of his trousers, her short, gasping breaths echoing across the room.
Jan had pulled Eddie's hard throbbing rod out of his pants and was working the foreskin up and down caressingly, while she'd slid her hand in the side of the dress, her own fingers sliding in and out of her cunt.
"The pussycat wants some cock, Erik," Margo half whispered up into his face as she lay on her back with him kneeling at her side. "Fuck me!"
Erik moved between her widespread legs and held them high, pointing his throbbing cock at her coral cunt, then driving the iron-hard flesh furiously into Margo's moist slit. From their position, Margo knew the spectators could see her cunt flesh pulled out each time Erik pulled back from her hole, her puckering skin clinging to and pulling on the rigid length of his plunging cock. They could see his shaft disappear when he drove himself into her, his bloated balls slapping against the crack of her ass. "Fuck me hard!, " she cried, gasping for air. "Mmmmmm-mm, baby, fuck me hard!"
Margo felt as though her body was being driven into the floor like a spike as Erik violently thrust his marbled cock into her. She lifted her loins to him, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, matching his thrusts, gripping his burning cock-milking it with her hungering cuntal muscles.
Animal-like grunts escaped Erik's throat as he felt himself sucked in by the superheated cunt. The fluid surged upwards, burning a path through the base of his cock, until finally bursting with a force that was both a tickle and a thrust as he pounded into her, screaming, "Ohhh, aahh, baby! You've got it!"
Her hips twitched convulsively as she reared and impaled herself on the bursting shaft. Margo's fingers, entwined in Erik's blondeness, sought to pull his hair out by the roots as she pressed his face into her shoulder. Finally, in a burst of speed, she pounded her hips into him violently, "Oh, Erik, I'm commmming! Oh...! "
Finally, Erik subsided, and his now limp cock slithered out of Margo's cunt, followed by a drain of sticky semen-white milky fluid, the last drops trailing across her thigh.
* * *
Phil Jason couldn't take anymore. When he heard Margo moan, raising her beautifully proportioned buttocks to meet Erik's very erect prick plunging into her luscious black-bushed crotch, it was as if she'd sucked in his own cock, and he groaned loudly, throwing his head backwards. His aching prick felt as if someone had been pounding on it with a damn hammer! His loins had come painfully alive with unmercifully burning spasms of impending explosion ... he had to stick it in to someone!
Suddenly, he staggered to his feet, pulsating, wild gyrations churning in his balls, and began frenziedly stripping away his clothing. As he shed his covering, the long thick length of his stiff husky prick sprung out from his hairy loins. Even the paunchy belly didn't deter from the adequate endowment he had.
A whimper escaped from Lena's throat as she followed her husband's suit and stood up, peeling her own clothing away, dropping it in a crumpled heap at her feet. Her eyes held a dazed type of sensuous expression as if she were only controlled by her body, nothing else.
Martin Gerard followed the Jason's lead, as though their actions had triggered his brain. He quickly removed his tailored, casual outfit, his dark hairy, muscular frame seeming to take on a new dimension in its nakedness. His proud, glistening shaft partially bathed in the undulating lights, Martin turned to face Adele. Smiling, he reached toward her, running a finger lightly around the well-shaped outline of her firm breasts, then trailing across her belly and down to her bare milk-white thighs. In a soothing, gentle voice, he whispered, "Honey, why don't you make yourself comfortable?"
Not having much to remove, Adele rose, steadying herself with Martin's outstretched hand, and removed first, her high-heeled sandal-type shoes, then the wispy minidress and the light brief undergarments.
Lena quivered in delight when Phil dropped onto his knees, pulling her down into the furry comfort of the plush carpeting. He took her into his arms and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth-a kiss such as she'd not anticipated he was capable of anymore. She clung to him, pressing her full, still firm breasts into his chest, the nipples burrowing into the hairy mass. He grunted in delight, his hands smoothing down the amply endowed form of her olive-tinged soft body. His hands slid back to the protruding orbs of her slightly plump buttocks as she knelt before him, his bulging metal-hard cock smashed tight against the soft warm flesh of her belly.
"Phil ... Oh, Phil!" Lena cried, lowering herself still closer to the ground, her legs stretching out behind her. "It's been so long since I've felt like this! Oh, God, you don't know how long!! "
Wrapping her fingers around his thick, heavy-veined cock, she twisted around and straddled his leg, rocking her hips against it, bringing her throbbing clitoris in contact with its hairy hardness. He felt the erect pink nub rubbing against him and grunted loudly, twining his fingers around her dark blonde hair.
Lena skinned the fleshy rod until the crimson-fleshed mushroomed head popped out from the thick foreskin, not an inch away from her hungering lips. Abruptly, as a maddening excitement raced through her body, electrifying its every fiber, she trailed her talented tongue down the full length of his massive, swollen cock. She heard Phil choke in lustful anticipation as she brought her tongue into warm contact with the tip of his pulsating glans.
Out of curiosity, Lena looked up from her pleasures to check out the rest of the room. Satisfied with the action she saw, Lena drew in her breath and again flicked her tongue tip until she found the little split at the end and wiggled her crimson, tapered wetness into it. She tasted the pungent tang of the seminal droplets seeping from it, while a more powerful surge of ungovernable pleasure coursed through her veins. Nostrils flaring wildly, her rounded mouth absorbed more and more of the prick gliding in along the length of her tongue.
Lena pulled her head back, again exposing the sensitive red tip. She swirled her tongue around it slowly, warmly, wetly, and excitedly, while Phil twisted and jerked under her taunting, until she finally absorbed it again. She could almost feel the head pushing against the back of her throat as she brought her head up, her teeth gently scraping the sides as she moved.
"Mmmmmm-mm, my precious little man," she cooed, more to herself than to anyone else. Her own flesh was becoming demanding, insisting on satisfaction, but she decided she'd let that wait for the moment.
She licked down the full length of the sleek, hard rod again and slowly back up, then down to the soft fuzzy flesh of its base, and even beyond to the tender full sac of his balls. She gently drew her hand beneath the sac, seeming to weigh and balance them in the small palm of her delicate hand, while the other again pressed the thick skin back until the throbbing head stood naked and glistening, waiting for her mouth ... she moved her moist desirous lips forward in slow, ballet-like motions, circling the rubbery tip, letting the moist-coated cock glide along the entire length of her tongue as the "O" absorbed more and more of it.
Phil Jason squirmed and groaned, his guttural cry piercing the sexually permeated air above her bobbing head, and began a rhythmic, sensual dance with his hips, slowly easing his thick, carnally swollen cock in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound. He guided her head with his hand wound in the tangles of her soft hair.
* * *
Adele couldn't fight the lewd and warped fascination as she watched Lena's obscenely puffing cheeks hollow and fill with Phil's cock. She moaned in helpless depraved fashion as she felt Martin's fingers easing up her thigh and past her curly red bush into her twitching, oozing cunt.
Martin had seated himself on her right and, as his fingers began building the explosive charges within her, she felt his mouth hungrily find and envelop her firm, brownish-pink tipped breast. His bulging cock half rested on her thigh, his brimming balls pressed into the sofa.
She gasped and screwed her well-rounded buttocks into the cushion at Martin's first touch. The sight of a whole roomful of naked, fucking and sucking bodies was driving her right up the wall. She wanted them ... all of them! The scene had turned into quite an orgy-Erik Lawson was on his knees with Margo behind him, sucking and chewing on his ass and his balls alternately. She could almost hear the squishing sound of Jan's fingers exploring her young light-haired slit as Eddie, hovering over him rammed her, piston-like, in the mouth.
By now, Adele's dripping pussy wanted much more than a few fingers sliding in and out. She could feel it jerk and twitch, needing and wanting a stiff, sleek cock to fill its void. Her nipples had become more swollen in the excitement, and the circles around them had matured into a deeper shade of brown.
She caught hold of Martin's great hungry cock, timidly propped against her thigh like some sort of spear still in its case, and immediately began working the heavy foreskin back and forth, exposing its shimmering regal glans, the strain of its pulled back skin caused it to throb and emit several droplets of milky fluid from the split at its tip.
"Martin, fuck me ... in the ass!" she hoarsely cried, touching her fingertip to the head, soaking up those delectable drops of moisture.
Martin jumped when he heard Adele's request. It was as if he couldn't believe his own ears. Wordlessly, he shifted position, allowing Adele to kneel on the floor before him, the satiny spheres of her ass cheeks taunting him with their expectancy. He rose and took the smooth globes in each hand, spreading them apart until he could clearly see the thick salmon-colored rod of flesh separating her crotch from the tiny little brown-rimmed puckered hole awaiting him. Anxiously, Martin dipped his fingers into Adele's dripping pussy to wet it against its lips and moisten the ass-hole waiting twitchingly for his bursting hot cock.
Adele's shoulder-length auburn locks hung in strip-like formation as she crouched on the floor, eagerly anticipating Martin's second, less painful entry into her previously virgin ass. She felt him moisten the rim and steeled herself for the entry.
Martin held his prick steadily, guiding it into the warm rubbery shelter beyond the puckered opening. The clutching snugness of the still-tight passage around his aching meat, tensing and relaxing around it, sent insane charges of lust into his bloodstream, and looking down at the enticing, widespread buttocks, he lost any and all sense of gentleness. Once he'd rammed his rod through the opening-at least the head-he grabbed Adele's hips, rudely pulling them back toward his burning, muscular frame ... then he rammed!
Adele screamed as though she'd been impaled on a bull's horn. Again and again she cried out, bracing her stiffly held arms against the floor trying to maintain her balance. Not really wanting to, Adele squirmed and writhed madly, attempting to remove the bludgeoning invasion in her tiny rectum. Not to be denied, Martin clung to her hips savagely, withdrawing and thrusting his steel-hard blazing rod again and again, until finally his entire prick was inserted in the depths of her rectum and she began to whimper. As she cried out, she masochistically forced her ass back, spearing it on the hard flesh until she felt it almost tearing out her womb.
Once in, Martin lessened the ferocity of his assault on his wife's ass and bent down slightly, the fingers of his one hand snaking toward the red-haired bush directly in front and below his pounding cock. Slowly, he maneuvered his hand around so that he was able to insert two fingers into her cunt. He could feel his own cock, separated only by a thin membrane, sliding in and out of Adele's ass. The feeling intensified his mood and he shortly pulled them out, trailing the stickiness across her thighs and buttocks.
* * *
Jan had flipped out as soon as the cunt had come on the screen. Eddie had never seen that kind of flick before so he was kind of involved in it, while she'd slipped her hand into the side slit of her long cotton-print dress and stuck three fingers up her aching cunt.. She could see the bulge in his pants where he'd hidden his cock and rammed the fingers in her pussy faster and harder, pretending he was doing it to her. Stealthily, she reached over and fondled the bulge, prompting it to action that much sooner.
Eddie really looked young in the dark light, she thought. She didn't remember ever noticing how young and hairless he really looked until now, after she'd taken a few sharp looks at the three other guys in the huge room. My God, she wondered how anyone could even afford to live in a place like this.
"Eddie, honey, can you take care of your hot little mama sometime?" she asked, whispering in his ear.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry ... really I am," the light-haired youth answered. "I didn't know I was that much of a virgin boy." He smiled warmly at her upturned face as he felt her warm hand protectively covering his bulging crotch.
"Will you undress me, Eddie? It feels so much better when you do it." She'd nuzzled closer, burying her face in his chest, sucking in deep breaths of the smell of him.
She crouched before him as he gently reached under and pulled the dress up over her head. The filmy brassiere came off quite easily-no snaps or things to bind it. Jan kicked off her shoes and stood facing Eddie, arms akimbo.
"Now I get to do you."
They shifted positions; now Eddie was standing and waiting to be bared. He heard the snaps crackle as she popped each one open down his fly and slid the pants down. He stepped out of them just as she removed the last vestiges of his garments. Teasingly, Jan began to stroke and massage Eddie's not fully erect prong, slipping her hands down to cup his balls, cradling them in her smooth moist palms. A guttural moan burst from his mouth as he thrust his young loins upward, meeting her fingertips. Her searching fingers also took the occasion to dart into his ass-hole, causing him to jump convulsively.
Jan slid down on the sofa, stretching her thin legs full length in front of her. Directing Eddie to straddle her body and stand over her face on the sofa, Jan fondled a breast with her free hand.
She looked at her husband, her almost innocent-looking, wide hazel/green eyes becoming clouded with the animalism she was feeling. "Come here, Daddy," she moaned, "Mommy wants to suck your dick."
Eddie's toes sunk into the deep cushions, almost causing him to lose his balance, but the back was high enough so that he could reach down and balance on that. In an almost doubled position, Eddie could almost feel the cat-like purring rattle issuing from Jan's lips as she flicked her tongue out several times, sending electric shock waves through his body.
Jan greedily plunged her mouth over the throbbing, wagging dick pointed at her mouth. Her teeth caressed it in their own special way-nibbling, scraping, then pulling up the sides. She began to moan and hum in her newfound delight as her long thin fingers massaged the tingling flesh of her moist, hair-sprinkled flaxen slit, dragging over the burning tip of her hard protruding clitoris and down through her hot cunt to the raw opening of her hole.
Faster and faster now, she dug her fingers into her snatch, wanting to burrow into it, pound it, fuck it. Her body was wildly alive, just a mass of lust-deranged nerve endings that wanted someone to fuck her and bite her ... hard!
She could see the big hairy chests of two other guys in the room-Phil and Martin-and wished Eddie had a cock like either of those. Big and round ... but he didn't-his was big and round, in fact some people thought it was too big, but it didn't look big.
She'd thrown her legs wide open now, her cunt becoming slightly raised due to her effort. "Faster ... Eddie, move your hips faster!" She bit down fiercely on his cock and when she'd released her hold, he pulled out of her slowly, the purplish knob barely visible before he plunged into her mouth again.
Jan's free hand reached up and the nails dug into Eddie's fleshy boyish buttocks, piercing the skin in their intensity. She pulled his cock further into her mouth, increasing the sucking, milking action-almost strangling his cock. Her cheeks puffed out as she drew the dripping juices from his shaft; and filled as she blew on it, exhaling and bathing it in added warmth.
Positioning his hands at the back of her head, Eddie pulled her forward, impaling her head on his rigid, shooting bullet-nosed dick. "Come on, Mama! Suck!" he cried out as he felt the surging sperm gushing toward the surface. He kept pulling her head forward, harder and harder each time, then drawing it back just slightly to allow Jan to breathe.
"Ooooohh ... yes, yes! Suck it, cunt!" he chanted hoarsely to the plunging head. He felt Jan's suddenly convulsing body as his long dick began to jerk inside her mouth, spewing its thick stream of "baby batter" all the way down her throat.
Her brain reeling, Jan's fingers had increased their tempo in tune with Eddie's pumping hips, their movement now a blur too fast for the eye to catch. She could hear the squishing sounds as her fingers sought to plunge yet deeper into her fuck-hungry cunt. As she felt the hot, creamy come flooding her mouth, she'd reared up on her legs, three fingers plunging into her snatch now, drowned in the sticky ooze dripping out.
Jan couldn't very well voice her ecstasy with a mouthful so she grunted, piercing animal cries, as she thrashed her lower body, plunging furiously to achieve her height. Gulping down the last drops of semen, she felt her burning body shudder and explode-she bit down, clamping her teeth around the quickly draining cock and milked it dry.
* * *
Margo had become fascinated, to say the least, watching Martin's cock plunge in and out of Adele's twitching, squirming ass. That's really one hell of a hot bitch, she thought, her eyes fixed on the woman's dangling and swaying snowy, brown-tipped mounds.
She could readily see that Erik would only be good for sucking for at least the next half hour, but she still hadn't gotten her fill of being fucked. He'd come too fast-just as she'd gotten a full head of steam going-and that kind of blew it for her. Some days he couldn't do a thing for her, other days his cock was like a tranquilizer calming her screaming nerves.
Eyes twinkling devilishly, she crawled across the rug to an end-table chest near the other balling couples. Raising the lid, she removed a large fake cock and rubbed it caressingly, moaning to herself.
Martin was still pounding at the rear, but from her position, Margo could clearly see the red curly outline of Adele's glistening cunt. Her mouth watered as she stared, first at Adele's cunt, then at the fake cock in her hand.
Holding the dildo in one hand, she sauntered up to the oblivious, fucking pair and, gently raising Adele's body, she inserted the huge head of the dildo into Adele's cunt. The redhead looked at her, misty-eyed, and seemed to smile as Margo held her from the front, impaling her own still-unfulfilled pussy on the opposite end of the thick dildo.
Adele fell forward, clutching Margo's voluptuousness as the head slid into her dilated slit. Unconsciously, she began fondling the raven-haired girl's body, holding her tightly. Slowly, her hands traveled downward and cupped the plump, well-shaped orbs of the girl's cheeks, pulling them towards her. As she did this, the dildo slid in still further until her red pubic bush had become one with the tightly curled jet black pubis.
Martin was lost to all that was taking place around him ... lost in the heat of his own mounting, uncontrollable passion ... aware now only of the fact that he could feel another cock sliding next to his and separated only by a thin membrane. The sensations of this addition injected an almost insane, mounting lust into his system as he plunged into his wife's ass furiously.
Gently, Margo fondled Adele's tits, kneading them and tracing titillating circles around the tips. Her deep black eyes lustful slits, her breath fast and gasping, Margo leaned forward and pressed her lips against the redhead's neck. Adele didn't try to avoid Margo's hungering lips. Instead, she slowly, slowly raised her face, letting Margo's persistent mouth part her lips, accepting the hot, moist caress into her inner wet slickness. Greedily, she sucked on the tongue then allowed it to explore and reach even further into her mouth.
Adele brought her hands forward, reaching for the firm softness of Margo's breasts. She played with them, caressing them gently. The stiff globe tips and the shape itself felt so marvelous in her hands ... renewing old memories ... so absolutely marvelous. She teased the nipples between her fingers-they hardened quickly. Adele's body convulsed in agonizing pleasure as she felt the spasms in her rear.
Martin began to curse under his breath and punctuated his silent language by biting down on Adele's creamy shoulder. He felt the hot, boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep up into her back channel as the delicious convulsions of sensations rocketed through his lust-wracked body. His regal cock jerked out its load of seething white cream, deep up into the shelter of her bowels.
"Oh, God ... don't let it stop! ... aaagh!" he cried out hoarsely. He didn't want to come yet. No, not yet ... he had to have more and more.
Adele felt thin rivulets oozing from her ass as Martin seemed to collapse, his shrinking cock slithering lifelessly from her still convulsing ass. She felt him leave but it didn't matter. The cock in her cunt was fucking faster and much harder now. Slowly the two remaining joined bodies crumbled to the floor, Margo maneuvering for the top position.
Martin looked through glazed eyes at the seven naked and active bodies sprawled on the floor before him, the expressions on their face that of lingering, wanton lust. As his senses slowly began to return, he saw Adele being fucked by Margo as she thrashed wildly at his feet, the two crotches pounding furiously. Both faces were caught in passionate contortions as the two women's heads came together, mouths and tongues meeting.
From behind him, Martin heard a guttural male organ, followed by vile curses and he spun around to see Lena on all fours between Phil's legs, sucking on his prick in wanton and abandoned fashion while Erik was attempting to crawl between her legs. Jan had slid up to Erik and was now tonguing his thighs and balls, straddling his one leg and grinding her crotch against it. Eddie, his cock limp and dangling lifelessly between his legs had become fascinated with the passionate lez action and had crawled between Margo's legs.
God, I must be getting older faster than I think, he thought sadly as he watched the writhing, moaning bodies still involved in the mass orgy. He sprawled out on the sofa, moaning in his exhausted state of post climax and waited to catch his breath.
The young tawny-haired girl fascinated him.
She was so utterly animal, he thought, feeling her instincts as she ground against Erik's hairy leg. Martin felt his cock twitch, trying to come to life again, but it gave up. Slowly, he crawled over to the foursome and eased Jan's cunt off Erik's leg.
By this time, Erik's cock had shown strong signs of recovery due to the careful attentions oi Jan's expert tongue and teeth. Her head was bobbing furiously, her smooth young cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed in hungry gulps, trying to milk the come faster than the cock could produce. Martin gently spread the girl's legs and began to suck out the milky juices still oozing thickly from its cavern.
* * *
A half an hour later, eight bodies lay gasping and moaning on the zebra-stripe rug, exhausted in their post-climactic stages. Adele lay sprawled next to Margo, her alabaster skin moistly glistening in the undulating light. Margo lay on her side, the fake cock still buried in her black crotch.
Lena, Phil, Erik, and Jan were a mass of entwined arms and legs, part of each one's body propped up against the other. Eddie seemed passed out except for his heaving, still twitching muscles as he sprawled in midst of the two groups, face down in a type of crucifixion position. Martin was the only one not on the floor.
Martin had been slightly surprised by the enthusiasm his wife had shown for another woman's touch. It had fascinated him-seeing two beautiful sensual women clawing at one another, rutting like animals ... still going when most of the cocks were out of commission. For a fleeting moment, he'd entertained the idea of attempting to ram his cock up a guy's ass but it had passed ... he'd never done it before and why should he if he didn't have to?
Unnoticed by anyone, he wandered over to a side table and removed a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. The pungent odor of sulphur coupled with the bright, flickering flame cast an eerie design-almost bacchanalian and antique-over the dimly lit room covered with naked, sprawled bodies. Aside from that, the sulphuric odor burned his nostrils-he had become unused to the acrid flavor of matches. Gagging slightly, Martin shuffled toward his wife and Margo and sunk down onto the rug, embracing its shaggy softness caressing his exhausted body.
* * *
Gently, Erik untangled his sweat-bathed form from the small knot of arms and legs. Grinning, he sat up and, in a voice barely above a whisper, said, "Well folks, I think we've gotten to know one another, don't you?" A titter rippled throughout the room and mumbles of satisfied agreement followed. "I'll go get us all something to cool off with-don't anybody move," he continued, walking out of the room.
Margo moaned softly and slid the still-hard fake cock out of her dripping cunt. She lay it at her side and smiled reassuringly as she patted Adele's creamy belly. Martin moved to the floor between the two women, wrapping his strong arms around their shoulders, smiling warmly and possessively at each one in turn.
Erik returned a few minutes later, pushing a cart laden with glasses, ice bucket, and two pitchers of foamy, wine-colored liquid. "I fixed us something that I call a 'redheaded cocktail'-I hope you all like it," he continued.
The ice had definitely been broken-glasses clinking in various and sundry toasts, the initiation had been completed. Soft music gently filled the room; an aura of satiated lust prevailed.
Erik stood up, glass raised high, to propose a toast. The others raised their glasses. "I propose," he said, smiling broadly at the little group, "that we all get to know one another one hell of a lot better!"
"I second that motion!" Eddie cried, raising his glass above his head and waving it around. He looked at the women around the room and winked.
"Well," Erik continued, "I think I know a way we can do just that." Margo walked up and handed him a small wooden box. "You see," he added, "we have lots of spare bedrooms-two bodies to a room. The fun part comes with these." With those words, Erik shook the box, then opened it and scattered its contents at his feet. Four blue-tagged keys fell out. "Tonight is ladies' night-I want each one of you beauties to come over here and pick yourself a key."
Following Erik's instructions, the four women waited, each holding her key, anxious to hear the rest. Each key had a small area covered over with white masking tape. The tags were large blue plastic in the shape of a phallus.
"All right," Erik continued, "now everyone take off the tape and you'll find out who you'll be sleeping with tonight!" He peered over Margo's shoulder as she tore off the tape. "Well, Phil, you've got yourself a hot one-Margo!"
Jan walked up to Martin, linking her arm through his. "I'll claim this one!" she cried, clutching him tightly to her side.
Lena quickly tore off her tape. "I've got you, lovey," she crooned, walking up to Erik and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Adele, you've got young meat tonight too, haven't you?" Erik asked. "You've got Eddie-boy!"
"Well, we won't take time-it's precious, you know," Erik continued. "Just follow me and I'll take you to your rooms. Good night and good balling!"
CHAPTER THREE
Morning. The aroma of last night's sex was still heavy in the room. Margo winced at the bright ray of light stealing into the room between the Venetian blind slats. She stretched, purring contentedly, then glanced around, looking for a cigarette.
The room was in an orgiastic shambles, various items of discarded clothing stewn across chairs and the rug. The vibrator she'd used on Phil the night before lay innocently on the nightstand alongside two empty glasses and Phil's meerschaum pipe.
Quietly, she padded into the adjoining bathroom and splashed her face with the cold tap water. Brrrr, she thought, shivering as her deep dark eyes opened wide. Margo had never liked to look like she'd just gotten out of bed. The cold water gave her skin a rosy cast and made her more sensually presentable for waking someone up, she'd long ago decided. Besides, it made her olive-skinned beauty tingly all over and got her excited.
Pouting, she stared at herself in the full-length gold-tinged mirror. Her brown-tipped full breasts still held Phil's teeth marks from the night before. She gently massaged them, then pinched the nipples, making them more prominently erect. Satisfied with her appearance, the graceful feline huntress walked back into the bedroom.
Margo scooted to the side of the bed and raised the satin sheet gently, exposing" Phil Jason's hairy nakedness. She let her eyes explore him; feast on the dark brown eyes and sparse black hair which accentuated his fair skin and full, sensuous lips, the craggy yet handsome chiseled face. Her eyes drifted down following the hairy line past his navel to the dark curly bush nestling his thick, heavy cock. Her fingertips darted out to lightly trace titillating circles around the still muskily fragrant bush.
His cock quivered, then leapt at her still light touch. Margo's fingers coiled around it and began to gently caress it into full life. Phil sighed softly, unconsciously raising his hips to meet her stalking feline hand.
"Morning," Margo greeted, looking down at Phil's yawning face. She'd squeezed his ever-hardening cock playfully as she spoke, feeling it grow still larger in her teasing hand.
Phil's half-open eyes darted across her naked body. "How can anyone be so beautiful this early in the damn morning?" He stretched, luxuriating in the attention being given him, then wrapped an arm around her small, firm waist and pulled her towards him.
Margo cupped a breast and pointed it. "Here, it wants to say good morning too."
Smiling, Phil held the proffered breast for a moment, then enveloped it with his full mouth, sucking it into his warmness. He slid the hand that had been around Margo's waist down until it rested on her thigh. Her legs opened quickly, willingly, and he positioned the hand between them, squirming to occasionally tease the dense jet-black bush at the mouth of the cave. He could feel her nipple harden to a core between his teeth as her cunt twitched and sought to swallow his probing finger. His touch was becoming more insistent though he was not yet fully awake.
Moaning, Marge arched her back, burrowing her chest into his stubbled face. She reached for the bedside valet, the hand vibrator, and slid it off the nightstand, then wiggled it into her right hand.
"Mmmmmm-mm, suck those titties, Phil baby, suck 'em!" she cried. Her usually rich voice was at the beginning of hoarseness, panting, gasping for air as the heat waves soared still higher. Her body arched spasmodically and Margo lay back resting her head on his hairy thigh, her feet dangling off the floor.
She flicked the switch on top of the vibrator with her teeth and quickly wrapped her buzzing hand around his almost fully erect too. Phil jumped at the initial shock, then clamped down fiercely on her nipple, causing her to cry out in surprised and exquisite pain.
"Bite it! That's it, you prick, bite!" she shrilly cried, groaning as she tightened her grip around his throbbing cock. Following his toothy suit, she sunk her sharp teeth into the fleshy part of his thigh and began massaging his rigid yet flexible pole with strong up-down movements.
Phil pulled his body toward the other side of the bed, tugging Margo's weight so that she was more on the bed than off. She still hadn't let go of his throbbing cock. By now he'd inserted three fingers into her twitching wet cunt, furiously squirming them around with room to spare, touching the walls of her vagina and methodically arousing the passionate body as he drilled into her.
With a great heave, Margo raised herself and swung her lower body up and over Phil's face, grinding her oozing pussy on his mouth, feeling the burning sensations of his day-old beard. Cupping his balls with the maddeningly vibrating hand, Margo aimed the glistening head of the rock-hard cock at her mouth, then flicked out her tongue, butterfly-kissing it to the base.
As her cunt came crashing down, covering him, Phil's nostrils flared and sucked in the delicious, musky aroma of horny woman. When he felt her tongue driving him into electrified delirium, Phil grunted loudly and began lapping up the juices oozing out of the grinding pussy, loudly sucking and licking it and squirming even as the cunt did.
His entire lower body was electrified. There wasn't a nerve that was not afire, a pore of his cock unseared by Margo's burning, snake-like tongue. Writhing under her sex-devouring body, Phil felt himself being sucked into oblivion ... the cunt was reaching for him, engulfing him ... coral cunt lips twitching, dripping boiling juices all over his face ... nothing existed aside from the vise-like thighs and the man-eating cunt.
* * *
Margo wondered whether Lena was tearing Erik apart in much the same manner as she worked over Phil. She'd seen Lena go at the cock last night during the "introductory period" and knew that broad would be one hell of a good or-giast ... hell, she could be rammed from almost any direction and still her cunt would twitch and reach up for more ... at least that's how Margo Lawson saw Lena.
Still feeling Phil's thick shaft plunging in and out of her hungry mouth, Margo entertained a devilishly exciting idea-why not have a "mass" first this morning, using Phil and Erik as the offerings? Better yet, she could just set things up so there would be Phil on one "altar" and Lena on the other. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, urgently smashing her tongue-hungry cunt down on the ever-licking mouth.
Margo tried to imagine what Phil's thick, heavy-veined cock would look like all tied up in string or, better yet, laced with presoaked leather thongs. The idea was totally absorbing, driving her to still higher peaks of animalistic enjoyment. She purred her approval and swallowed Phil's cock, loudly slurping her way down to its hairy base.
The electrified fingers found the way to his ass crack and, without being noticed, teased the brown hole before plunging full into Phil's squirming ass. His cock was still being sucked in greedily by the sucking, nibbling, scraping mouth.
She knew it had hurt him when she drove her fingers tipped with finely honed claws into his rectum. Margo had almost wanted to take the almost exploding cock out of her mouth for just a minute to catch the expression of Phil Jason's face as her fingers ripped his ass wide open. When she heard his howl of pain, Margo smashed her hips down forcefully, stifling him yet getting all the tongue she could into her yawning hole.
That's when she heard the light rapping at the door. Good, she thought, her head bobbing faster and faster on the steel-hard shaft, we're going to have some company! Working her fingers still harder and faster into his ass, Margo grunted an okay so that if it was Erik at the door he would know he could come in and join the party. No one came in the door. It didn't matter, she was almost finished for the first time around anyway.
With the full length of Phil's cock in her mouth, Margo bit down ... hard. It was like breaking the gates of a dam. She tasted as well as felt the warm, thick milky fluid gush into her still sucking mouth. Swallowing greedily in great noisy gulps, Margo tried not to think they'd have to get out of bed soon, even though she eagerly anticipated the day to be spent frolicking in the woods.
* * *
By the time Margo and Phil wandered down to the dining room, still flushed from their morning sexercise, the rest of the group was almost halfway through the meal.
"Well, what do you know, folks, the stripped pussycat and the equally naked lion tamer have decided to come and join us!" barked Erik, trying to catch a tone of mock sarcasm. A ripple of laughter went around the table.
Obviously breakfast wasn't the major concern at this early morning gathering. Jan had her hands under the table and, from the expression on Martin's face, one hand was comfortably coiled around his prick. Erik was sitting very close to Lena, probably with his finger or hand up her snatch. Adele and Eddie were almost oblivious to the fact they weren't the only ones in the room.
Margo quickly decided she wanted to get next to the stately redhead so she grabbed Phil's hand and dragged him to the end of the picnic bench-type affair next to Adele and Eddie. Just the smell of their bodies raised her blood pressure almost to the breath-restricting, gasping stage. Adele looked over at the approaching fingers and winked as she held Eddie's cock up for their approval.
"Well, Erik honey, what do you think we should do first?" Margo whispered loudly. She doubted if he'd heard her question. Lena was almost completely out of sight and beads of sweat were prominently twinkling on Erik's flushed face. She quickly raised herself to have a better look.
Lena was crouched on the floor, grinding her cunt as much as she could against its coldness, with the full length of Erik's stiff cock driving into her mouth. Jeezus! she thought, knowing full well she was as excited as everyone else in the room that morning.
Searching, Margo looked down in Phil's lap.
He'd been affected by the sexual activities in the room too-he was getting a hard-on that seemed even bigger than the one he'd had last night. The pussycat licked her lips while she teasingly traced a path down his hairy back with her claws, pressing her body tightly against his.
Margo stopped her activity only briefly. "Hey you guys! Doesn't anyone around here except me like sunshine?" She'd meant it as a joke, no more. If Erik had heard her at all he'd know she wanted to get the day really going.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and a tense silence blanketed the room ... an expectant quiet ... pussies still dilating and contracting, expecting ... cocks still twitching and hungering mouths still feeling pricks sliding in and out.
Lena's head bobbed up to the edge of the table, saliva still dripping from her quivering lips as she attempted to lick it away. Her eyes were wide with wonderment and a bit of amazement at the loud and unexpected interruption. Shit, she thought, some people really have poor timing!
Jan and Martin obviously hadn't even heard her early-morning comment-Martin's finger was furiously and urgently driving in and out of the young girl's cunt, his head was bent and straining to keep her firm youthful breast in his voraciously sucking mouth. Jan was awkwardly posed: legs invitingly yet seeming uncomfortably spread wide apart and her body precariously balanced almost laying across the narrow bench. Even in her vulnerable posture she maintained a firm hold on Martin's massive cock, occasionally sliding the skin back and exposing the fiery red, rubbery tip.
Eddie had shifted position and now had Adele seated on his lap, facing him as he aimed the glistening crimson knob of his rigid prick at her yawning hole. The older woman was panting heavily and gasping for air while she sought to moisten her parched lips. As he entered her, Margo could see the older woman's body shiver and arch, then settle in contentedly.
Margo saw Phil's eyes widen as he watched his wife attack the host's cock. "Go ahead, Phil, give her some good ass-lovin'. I've got a couple of wild ideas on how to make this an even better party!" As she spoke she took his hand and led him over to the other side of the table.
Lena was squatted on her thighs, sitting Indian-style as she sucked her way down to the hairy base of Erik's rock-hard cock. Even though the woman's hand was buried deep in her oozing snatch, Margo managed to pull her legs out from under her and, almost at the same time, push Erik down until his heaving body lay on the floor almost under the table. Lena just kept on sucking.
After Erik was down, Len's impaled head riding with his heaving, throbbing body, Margo spread-eagled Lena's legs and kneaded the grinding buttocks. Mmmmm-mm, the other woman felt good even if she was just priming her.
"Well, what are you waiting for, baby?" she asked, looking slyly at Phil. "Fuck her, darlin'! " she screamed.
"Yes, yes," he answered the commanding voice, panting as he watched his wife's cunt slapping into the floor.
Phil Jason didn't even bother with preliminaries. He quickly fell to the floor, clutching his pulsating, burning cock in one fist, and aimed it at the exposed and vulnerable puckered brown hole. With a mighty, furious and uncontrollable lunge, he buried his steely shaft in her hole and became a lusty animal, plunging himself still deeper as he accepted the invitation.
Margo's fingers sought her own twitching pussy. Gently at first, she slid her fingers the length of her slit, feeling it quiver under her touch. Slowly she teased it, explored it, and pulled on the prominently erect nub of her clitoris. A wicked smile covered her face as she looked down at Erik's blissfully tormented face, Lena's obscenely puffing cheeks, and Phil's plunging body.
By now, Martin had Jan's head pulled far back and was cramming his regal cock down her throat as Jan's fingers slid in and out of her pussy. Margo enjoyed watching the young girl and, unconsciously, she raised her hand and inserted her index finger into her mouth, wetting it, before she went back to ministering to her own needs. It felt so much better when her finger was wet. It felt cool ... maybe almost like having an ice cube or a nice chilled cucumber up there.
The scene unfolding in the room aroused her. Margo could feel every nerve jumping, crying out for satisfaction. Instantly a marvelously perverse idea flashed through her mind. She'd get Percy. Surely, he'd be better and could take much more than any human male could! She stopped, a quizzical mask covering her face. With her finger now almost buried in her oozing, burning pussy she tried to remember where he'd be. She decided not to interrupt the group a second time. Instead, she tiptoed out of the room, her fingers still glued to her snatch.
Percy was curled up in a corner of the dining room, his usually cool napping place. The sleek black Doberman's body rose and fell with his rhythmic breathing. When she entered the room, almost as if by radar, his ears perked and he waited for her command.
"Here, boy!, " she called, "follow your hot mama!" The massive yet graceful body rose obediently. Margo stood in the doorway and spread her legs far apart, thrusting her hips forward. "It's all for you, big boy ... all for you," she moaned softly. The long snake-like crimson tongue darted out appreciatively and lapped at the offered cunt and her hand along with it. "Not here, Percy," she said, reaching down to pat the animal's regal head. "Let's go where the people are this time."
Quickly, expectantly, Margo turned on her heel and started back into the roomful of throbbing bodies. The dog followed close behind, occasionally taking a lick at her inviting buttocks and the crack between. Margo shivered, screwing her ass behind her so the sleek animal could reach it better as he followed her. En route through the long hall, Margo reached into the closet and removed an almost flat leather sheath. Swinging it from her hand, she entered the bacchanalian feast much as a queen would enter her throne room. Arrogantly, Margo tossed her beautifully sculptured head, brushing the sleek raven hair away from her face. She moistened her lips and advanced toward the enticing nakedness sprawled around the room.
As she entered the bacchanal, Margo noticed the scene had changed slightly. Eddie was now lying full length on the bench, holding Adele's shapely hips tightly as he balanced her over his flushed face. Fortunately, the bench was fairly low and Adele had managed to firmly plant her toes and the balls of her feet on the floor as she struggled to maintain her precarious position.
Adele's voluptuous body was arched back, quivering as the point of Eddie's tongue teased its way toward her cunt lips. Her posture prominently exposed her jutting straining breasts as they swayed from one side to the other. Eddie's blonde hair pushed tightly into Adele's squirming red-haired bush was almost more than
Margo could take-that is, until she notice that Eddie's cock was unattended, at least for the moment.
Margo eyed Eddie's prick, comfortably tied in its light, glistening bush. It stuck straight up and away from his body as if it were reaching toward an invisible cunt or a tongue and a hot ovaled mouth. The pussycat's eyes stalked him as Margo relished every moment she denied herself his luscious piece of meat. She wanted to imagine feeling it, tasting its muskiness before she ever touched it. She had to
... she needed to ... she wanted to ... feel that cock, Eddie's cock traveling into her mouth, down her throat, everywhere!
Margo would have continued her little game if it hadn't been for Percy nuzzling her ass cheeks and pushing her body forward. Sometimes that dog knew what she was going to do before she made any move. He's well trained, she mused, imagining what that dog would do to her sex-starved body in the next few minutes. She smiled to herself and walked closer to the iron-hard cock with its bluish-purple bulging veins. She advanced slowly, priming her pussy with her index finger as she had been doing. Slower still, Margo went down to her knees and began to lick the blonde boy's thighs. Percy hadn't moved, he waited for her signal.
Margo noticed Eddie's body jump as she sent delicious shivers through him with her teasing tongue. Gently, she coiled her fingers around the steely shaft and began to massage it with light yet sure up-down strokes. She made herself comfortable at the end of the long bench, then spread her bent legs apart, straining and feeling every muscle tighten and move apart. With an eye at the tip of Eddie's waiting cock, Margo licked her lips and ordered, "Now, Percy ... suck it, you fucker!"
The sleek animal body rose to her command, its eyes seeming to glint expectantly as he crawled under the bench and moved toward his mistress' cunt. He began to lap at her greedily, noisily licking up her dripping juices and occasionally burying the tip of his canine tongue between her cunt lips and into her hole.
A guttural groan rose from Margo's smooth olive belly and came out as a rumbling animal-like sound as she felt the animal's tongue slithering into her starving pussy. She felt all control being drained out of her as she followed her animal instincts and hungrily attacked the cock so close to her mouth.
Cupping Eddie's bulging balls in one hand, Margo held his cock with her thumb and index finger, massaging it as she licked her way up, down, and around it until she felt Eddie's body pushing up towards her insistently. She formed a wet, crimson "O" with her mouth and sucked the tip into it, moaning as she felt thrills rushing through her body ... so close to satisfaction.
She sucked harder and harder until the flaming tip of Eddie's cock was almost raw, then she bit it, clamping down with her teeth as she rubbed the delicate skin back and forth in her mouth. She thought she heard him cry out but didn't stop.
She felt the agonizing pleasures as Percy's coarse tongue licked still harder at her throbbing clit and, at the instant the rough tongue sent a searing charge of delight through her, she impaled her head on Eddie's cock until she felt the fuzzy blondeness tickling her nose and chin.
Furiously, she began steadily bobbing her head until Eddie's hips matched her tempo, thrusting violently upward then sliding back. Margo scraped the sides of the rigid cock with her teeth, nibbling them plunging down its length again and again until she felt as if it were down her throat, snaking toward her belly.
* * *
Adele's body fell forward slightly then stiffened as she tried to regain her balance not wanting to ever stop the tongue that was squirming into her pussy. She hadn't felt so completely afire, consumed with the feel of sex ... well, she couldn't remember when. She tried to look down, to see if this thing that was happening to her was really real. Adele shuddered, between the seething passion enflaming her hungrily throbbing pussy and the confusing waves of prudery that raced through her brain. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten involved in this kind of activity ... instantly, the confusion faded and she felt only the searing, charged tip of Eddie's tongue as it probed ever deeper into her. She tossed her head from side to side, tears of free abandon streaming down the edges of her cheeks. Absentmindedly, she raised her hands and toyed with her breasts. They felt as if they were afire, hard swollen cores between her sensitive fingers.
Adele felt her own boiling liquids surge through her body, rising upward and downward at the same time. Every part of her being was on fire. She steadied herself and smashed down onto Eddie's face, clawing at her body ... his hair ... anything! "Ob God ... Oh God..." Adele moaned. She was sure she was going completely mad as she felt the tongue wildly squirming into her oozing cunt.
Tossing, her head wildly from side to side, then back, Adele moaned and screamed as she pushed herself onto the still sucking mouth. Again her body lurched forward. Her hands shot out but found nothing on which to balance. Adele opened her eyes, then steadied herself, reaching down and digging her pointed nails into Eddie's shoulders. She dug harder and deeper until she couldn't hold her emotions back any longer. like a wild she-beast, she beat Tier snatch against the almost beardless face under her, then smashed down violently and ground it in. "I'm ... I'm commming! Oh, my God! Aaagh! I'm coming!" she cried hoarsely.
Adele's body jumped and twitched uncontrollably and her face became contorted as she groaned out her ecstasy. Even as she felt the last drops trickling out of her cunt, she couldn't stop ... didn't want to.
* * *
Erik lay still on the floor, smoking a cigarette and idly toying with his now limp cock. He thought he felt a stirring of life in it as he watched the one man, two women, and one dog show across the table. He'd always loved to watch Margo in an orgy situation ... she was a bitch in heat ... always in heat.
Lena was cuddled between his legs, resting her head on his thigh. Her body was still heaving as she tried to regain her breath and relax. Erik's come was still traced around her ripe lips and she occasionally flicked out her tongue, tasting it fondly.
Phil sat up, propped by the back of the bench. He stared down glumly at his deflated cock, wishing it would rise to full life again so he could stick it in Adele's mouth. It wouldn't happen, not yet anyway. He'd just have to wait. He reached across and tickled the inside of his wife's firm thighs, watching her.
Martin and Jan were sprawled on the floor, too, vainly straining against each other, hoping to recharge, no doubt, thought Erik. Their arms were tightly wrapped around, uniting them in their post-sex break.
Erik turned back to watch his favorite bitch.
She put on a good show no matter what she did, he thought, proudly smiling as he watched her plunging head devour Eddie's cock. She'd hunched up higher, letting Percy get some more of her juicy pussy. Erik could see Percy's angry red cock slither out of its sheath and dangle, half erect, between his strong animal legs. It won't be long now, he thought.
From the looks of it, Eddie-boy would come way before Margo had gotten her rocks off. That wouldn't stop her though, he knew that much. Margo would just keep right on sucking, even if it was raw, until she came.
He hadn't finished his cigarette before he saw Percy sniff Margo's overheated, super-charged body, then back away and walk toward her ass. "Hey, watch this, folks," he whispered loudly. All the heads turned to stare at the unfolding spectacle.
The slick animal cock seemed to grow longer as the huge Doberman climbed onto Margo's back. She'd bent forward a bit to accommodate him. The black hairy paws grabbed her hips as Percy eased himself onto her squirming body. His paws left angry red marks along the sides of Margo's back as he eased himself into the right position where his animal cock was aimed straight at her ass-hole. Then he plunged ... furiously, deeply rutting into her ass!
Margo's head snapped back. "Oooooh ... oh God!" she cried hoarsely. Her head nodded back to Eddie's cock, pushing itself forward, straining for the warmness of her ravaging mouth. She seemed to squirm forward, trying to evade the animal invader plundering her ass but the sleek, massive animal followed her.
Erik could see inches of the Doberman's bright red shaft still not into Margo's tan track. Then it abruptly vanished as the animal began furiously rutting in earnest. It seemed like the animal cock would never quit growing its sleek redness but it did ... it buried itself in Margo's ass.
Eddie jerked uncontrollably then sat up, wrapping his fingers in Margo's raven mass of tangled hair and pulling himself forward on the bench. His misty eyes widened in amazement as he got a first look at his other fucking partner-Percy, the Doberman. He lay back on the bench, pulling Margo's head partially with him.
Margo's buttocks began twisting and squirming lustfully, backing into the wild-eyed animal hoarsely grunting on her back. Her ravaged body was jerking spasmodically, as if out of control, but her lips remained locked tightly around Eddie's long, hard prick, now buried to the thick, hardened base between her hot, wet lips. She gradually slowed the rhythm of her savage sucking of his cock, pushing her face flat against his pelvis, then rocking back, letting the wet, glistening shaft slip slowly from her mouth. She eased back until none remained enveloped between her warm, moist lips-only a tiny, white thread of hot fluid that hung between the pulsating, swelled tip of his cock and the soft, sensualness of her hungry, ovaled lips.
Margo seemed to stop just a moment to look at the cock she was sucking so voraciously, then lashed out at it, snake-like, with her pointed, probing tongue-as the rutting Doberman on her back burrowed his cock still deeper in the flaming-hot wetness of her pussy, forcing his way between the brown-rimmed fleshy walls, pounding insanely at the raw, sensitive surfaces.
Margo pulled back again, swirling her flame-tipped tongue around the full length of his steel-hard cock, slipping it once again back into the hot, moist shelter of her greedily absorbing lips, sliding it along her rough tongue and deep into her throat.
She twisted her ass invitingly, pushing yet pulling the huge animal. Then she started slamming her buttocks into his cock and the slapping sound that echoed across the room was the sound of Percy's balls slapping against Margo's ass cheeks. The animal whined and grunted loudly as Margo attacked him, screwing herself tightly onto his animal cock, clutching at it with her convulsing muscles.
Suddenly, Eddie seemed to forget everything. Violently his young, lean body began to tremble and although his hips kept grinding upward into the sucking mouth, the rest of his body seemed disjointed, trying to pull away. His sweating nude body convulsing, Eddie grabbed
Margo's hair in two fistfuls and gave one last lunge into her throat, trembling violently as he poured his seed into her hollowing and obscenely puffing cheeks.
He emptied his load deep into her mouth-squirting it in hot, sticky bursts up into her mouth and down her tapered throat, choking her slightly as she swallowed again and again in loud gulps to swallow all of him she possibly could. He gave one last violent shiver then fell back, exhausted. Eddie's mouth fell open and his breath came in short ragged gasps.
Margo clutched wildly at Eddie's legs, not wanting to let him go even as she screwed her buttocks up into the animal, feeling the Doberman's balls dangling, slapping against her smooth olive-skinned body. The animal let out a wild grunt then a cry and pounded into her ass-hole for the last time. Slowly it crawled down off her back, trailing angry red claw marks as it moved off her still twitching body. The sleek, thin animal cock slithered out, followed by a thick string of his hot animal come stickily trailing down her thighs and dripping from her cunt hairs.
Eddie felt he'd been standing there long enough, cock in hand. He moved forward, intending to stick his cock up Margo's pussy even if she was standing up. He'd never done it that way before except when he and Jan were in the shower. That way she'd had something to lean back on. Just as he started moving toward her, Eddie felt the stinging lash. It bit into his skin angrily.
He blinked then opened his eyes to see what was going on. Margo stood spread-legged between the two fucking groups, Percy obediently sitting at her side. A long thong with a handle extended from her hand. It frightened him at first but then, without warning, the lashed area began to tingle with aroused emotions. Eddie stood still, hypnotized by Margo's piercing, unflinching eyes.
Margo raised her hand then lashed out at him again. "Guard, Percy! Guard!" she commanded firmly. The giant Doberman moved to Eddie's side and growled, then pushed against his knees. Eddie's knees buckled momentarily then he moved backwards toward a tree a few feet behind him. Margo grinned wickedly. "So you like it, don't you?" she asked. She pushed him up against the tree. It was then Eddie noticed the handcuffs and shackles dangling from the innocent-looking branches. No, he thought wildly, no ... it couldn't be ... she really meant to ... she meant to chain him to that thing!
Margo could see that the young boy had caught on rather quickly to her new little game. She moved fast to push him up against the tree and slip the handcuffs around his wrist. Eddie squirmed, vainly struggling to escape from the stalking female. His head spun. Something inside him didn't want to run. It felt ... well, it felt almost good.
Margo stooped and bound the boy's muscular legs by strapping the strong leather thongs around his ankles. As she moved to stand, she blew lightly on the young quivering body, parting the hairs from his bush up to his not-too-hairy chest. Satisfied that he was well secured, Margo said, "I'm going to suck you dry, Eddie. You know that now, don't you?" She grinned and pecked him lightly on the cheek. "I'm going to take that cock of yours and suck every ounce of come out of you." Even as she spoke her breathing became harsher and her chest rose and fell sharply. "Before I do that though, I've got a little surprise for you!" She walked away from him quickly, giving him time to get his prick down a little bit. She turned on her heel and approached the trio on the grass.
Adele was more on her knees now, squatting backwards so that her ass crack hovered invitingly over Phil's face. Lena was squirming wildly on Phil's cock, imprisoning it in the walls of her dripping cunt. Lena's glassy eyes were fixed firmly on Adele's bouncing tits and ever so slowly she leaned forward, her hands outstretched, and cupped them. Lena's passion-filled body was bursting as she began to caress the swollen nipples of Adele's heaving breasts. Even in her daze, Lena could hardly believe it was really taking place; yet simultaneously, she felt completely bewildered with herself, both aggressive and passive. An odd feeling was tormenting her belly as she rode Phil's cock, and she vaguely suspected that Adele was feeling almost the same thing. She'd never really desired the intimate touch of another woman and, presently, it was both exciting and revolting her. She bit down on her lip nervously, screwed her ass down harder on the cock, then leaned forward.
Adele's brain was traveling at light speed as she felt the gentle fingers caressing her sex-starved breasts. After she'd felt Margo's body electrifying her own she knew she wanted another woman .--. . there was nothing wrong ... nothing to think of except sex ... boiling, hot sex! She screamed in her mind as her body leaned forward to meet Lena's approaching figure. The tongue in her cunt was getting still wilder now as it burrowed into her hole, then quickly pulled out and traced a burning path up to her ass and into the brown hole that had been sacred until Martin had savagely, brutally invaded its sanctity that splendid night not too long ago. Now she felt a different invasion ... a tongue ... pressing against her lips.
Adele felt the tip of Lena's tongue outlining her quivering lips, then darting between her teeth and pushing forward into her mouth. She couldn't help the little whimpering noises that rumbled up from the pit of her belly as she strained forward while Lena's tongue probed into her mouth and caressed her with trembling hands. Adele was hardly aware of what she was doing as she circled the other woman's body and raked her fingernails down the feminine back.
Lena's excited fingers crept over Adele's body like spiders as they discovered another feminine form. Her deep blue eyes, covered with a filmy mist, saw a titillating yet fuzzy shadow of the other woman's body ... she was suddenly alive with a growing lust she never dreamed could possess her so completely.
Both women shivered violently as their bodies locked and they screwed their asses down on respective parts of the same body under them.
* * *
The thick stalk of rigid flesh jutting out from Erik's lean, hairy loins was on the verge of exploding as he smacked down on the head he'd balanced by grabbing a fistful of hair. Jan's head hung down his thighs but he'd managed to hold up pretty well, except for the few instances when he'd almost let go. He couldn't stop now ... even in the agonizing moments when he felt Jan's teeth sink into his rigid flesh, he couldn't let go.
Agonizing sensations tore through his sweat-soaked body as he felt the stinging lash of Margo's velvet whip at his ass crack. He felt Jan's body twitch and shudder convulsively under him. In her vulnerable position she had her breasts exposed and unattended, he thought, and she'd probably gotten a bit of that whip too.
Jan began to moan and hum in the rapture of her newfound ecstasy and the vibrations charged like blazing spears through Erik's pulsating cock as she sucked and wrapped her tongue around it. Erik trembled perceptibly as he felt her rough, yet smooth lingual member grazing the underside of his prick-head, then biting down gently, nibbling it ... eating it ... sucking it.
Jan tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever-expanding rigid cock in her mouth, wanting Erik to hurry and explode, spurting its white, hot thick baby batter in her mouth and down her throat. Her brain reeled ecstatically, her youthfull body alive with sheer carnal bliss. She didn't even feel human anymore ... no, she was a mass of wild, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be hurt, to be raped, to be fucked by anyone or anything ... she enjoyed the debasement of being fucked from both ends. Jan tried to move her head but it was cramped and held tightly in place by the fingers entwined in her hair.
Oh, God ... fuck me ... I'm comming! she cried silently to herself. Her body began to convulse, shuddering wildly at each new onslaught of the two pricks fucking her. The tire was beginning to hurt her back but it didn't matter ... she wanted to ... oh, God, she had to coommme!
Jan sucked more greedily than before, knowing now that the cock would explode soon. It twitched in her mouth and she tasted the salty seepage from its tip. She drew her head back until it was almost fully exposed, then she wiggled the tip of her tongue into the crack at his head.
Erik jumped, then violently pulled her head up, again covering his cock. He bared his teeth and pounded into the sucking mouth with a fury unmatched by any of his previous thrusts. He felt the hot boiling thick liquid shoot out and deep into Jan's throat. His cock rapidly jerked out its load of seething white cream, twitching until it had no more to give. Jan tried to bite down on it but it didn't help him regain its life and he disappointedly watched his limp organ loudly pop out of her now slack mouth. Erik still held her, dangling his deflated cock on her chin, still twining his fingers in her long flaxen hair.
"Oooohh! Oooohhh! Yes, baby ... yes!" Martin chanted hoarsely as he felt the slick wetness up in his ass crack. Then Martin grunted loudly and cursed into the grasping wetness of Jan Baker's suddenly convulsing crotch as his regal, thick shaft began to jerk wildly inside the sucking, clasping soft hole of Jan's cunt, spewing its heavy streams of hot viscous fluid up into her quivering belly, and met by her secretions blending and pooling hotly with his in a mad, frenzied fit of orgasm overwhelming both of them.
Margo was lost to all that was taking place around her as she raised and lowered her whip hand on the squirming bodies of the fucking people around her. She'd gone back to Eddie, happy to see his almost completely limp prick hanging idly between his legs. She'd tied string around it before Eddie had a chance to protest-vainly protest, she thought, laughing to herself. It won't do him any good no matter what he tries to do, she mused, then chuckled at her own private little joke.
After Eddie's cock was securely wrapped with string, Margo crouched on the moist grass, letting her pubic bush brush against its coolness as she outlined his thigh muscles with her trim fingertips. She buried her nose in his hair, smelling the heat-radiating pungent odor of cock. Taking deep breaths, she opened her mouth slightly and took single hairs between her teeth, gently pulling them away from Eddie's squirming body. Tenderly, she wiggled her tongue into the little slit at the fiery red tip of Eddie's growing prick, titillating it, teasing it, then abruptly pulling away.
The bound youth began to howl as he felt the pain from the loosely knit string cut into his sensitive flesh. Margo smirked evilly as she licked the string-encased cock to its bulging base then bent even lower and sucked his bloated balls into her mouth. Margo ground the folds of Eddie's balls between her teeth, cutting sharply into their delicacy. Her cheeks filled obscenely as she sucked them in, swishing their hairiness around in her mouth, then releasing them with a popping sound as she licked around the thick base of the striped shaft.
She teased Eddie with her tongue and teeth until she noticed his hips began twitching convulsively, first toward then away from her pain-inflicting mouth. Quickly she drew back, then raised the whip. She stepped backward then swung, letting the velvet thong gently sting the imprisoned cock.
Percy sniffed expectantly at Margo's oozing cunt, then his tongue darted out and he licked her thighs and legs. Margo's body quivered like a bowstring once the arrow had been fired and she almost lost her balance in her excitement.
Dazedly, Jan found herself being lifted from the now painful rubbery ring. A man's hand was leading her somewhere ... she tried to focus her eyes and thought she saw Eddie standing over by a tree. She felt like a sleepwalker and clung desperately to the safe gentle hand that was leading her. Jan could feel her cunt still twitching as if she had a cock pounding in and out of it. It was hard to walk, the now slimy fluids dripped and trickled down her thighs and when she tried to put her legs together they stuck and rubbed too hard against each other.
Erik knew that Margo was completely out of control now as her hands flailed wildly, still wielding the whip and cutting through the air with its thong. He untied Eddie's cock and firmly pushed down on Jan's shoulders, pressing her into the ground. Jan crumbled and fell to her knees, aware only of the fact there was another cock staring at her face. Hungrily she tried to moisten her parched lips while she gasped for air.
Erik pulled Jan away from Eddie's cock and lay her flat on her back. Jan moaned softly and attempted to grab him, to hug his body close to her, but Erik pulled away and walked back toward Eddie hearing Jan's animal-like cries following him. Quickly he unshackled the exhausted Eddie and led him to Jan's supine body.
Eddie fell on her, clutching her madly to himself. They kissed loudly, each seeking to drive their tongue the farthest into the other's mouth. Jan pulled away from him, gasping hoarsely. "I ... I want to . '. . I want to suck you!" she cried, gulping and panting heavily.
Rolling off Jan's crazed body, Eddie scooted up until he was kneeling over her face. He held his cock towards her then cried, "Well, suck it ... suck it, you cock-starved bitch!" His body shook as he felt another tongue squeezing into the slit across his prick-head. He felt Jan's mouth widen and draw his skin up tightly, then plummet down to the base of his cock. Now she was even better than she'd ever been at home, he thought.
Slowly, he reared his body and began to rock his hips back and forth over her face, fucking her in the mouth. Jan's fingers reached up and grabbed folds of skin at his hips, painfully pulling him harder down on her greedily lapping face.
Through her own stupor, Margo saw a cunt staring at her invitingly ... begging for her tongue to caress it, to bite it, to chew on it. She stuck her index finger into her hungry mouth, wet it, then quickly pressed it to her clitoris. She massaged it that way, in tiny circles, as she stood dizzily reeling and staring at the glistening cunt waiting for her.
Robot-like, Margo moved toward Jan's twitching body and went down on her knees between the outstretched legs. Suddenly Margo nestled her face into the hollow of Jan's spread thigh. Softly, she butterfly-kissed the hot moist flesh of the inner thighs, then began to lick the soft, hair-lined cleft of Jan's vaginal slit, as if experimentally. Margo licked in long grazing strokes that grew bolder as wild, erotic sensations raced through her loins and belly.
Jan shivered as she felt the warm puffs of breath, then the warm, tingling contact of a tongue licking her slit. She raised her legs and threw them over the shoulders of the person that was so nicely sucking her still convulsing cunt. Jan tried to open her mouth to catch some air but Eddie's cock came smashing down, and buried itself in it until she could feel it slamming against the back of her throat. She gagged and he released the pressure slightly, drawing back just enough not to choke her. She drew back her legs, thrusting her wide-open cunt upward lewdly to bring the eager tongue tighter into the still-hungry center of her body.
Margo collapsed in a heap face down on the floor, still unconsciously grinding her pussy into its hard tiles as she smashed her tit. beneath her. Erik watched her convulsing body for a few minutes then moved toward her.
* * *
Lena was dumbfounded but strangely excited by the orgy she'd just witnessed. She'd never seen an animal fuck a person before and, from the looks of things she thought wildly, madly, Percy was a good balling partner.
Slowly her hand crept down to her crotch. It was wet ... dripping with Erik's come, Phil's come, and her own. It felt raw to the touch but even her fingers sent pleasurable chills racing through her wracked body. For a fleeting instant she thought she'd gone completely mad ... incurably insane ... surely Phil wouldn't believe ... oh, she thought, yes, Phil would believe ... he's right here!
Her index finger darted out and gently massaged the flaming but raw button of her clitoris ... the man in the boat, she'd called it. Just touching it made her want to fuck, suck, and be fucked all day and all night! She didn't know exactly how long she could stand her inflamed passions but she knew she couldn't ... and wouldn't ... stop now. Not yet, she thought, not yet!
Lena's mind was spinning, reeling in memories she'd thought had been well buried ... like her sex life with Phil. Now, as she looked over at his panting, leering face and the heavy-set hairy body with the thick cock nestled snugly between his legs, Lena realized how much she'd always loved him, wanted him, and needed him.
She could readily see that he'd been quite affected by the group on the other side of the table. His thick cock wasn't exactly what you'd call hard, she thought, but it wasn't soft, either. She smiled and moved closer to him. Then she thought of Erik and last night with him. She would never have believed she could enjoy a strange man so much. His cock had pounded and drilled into her and she'd enjoyed and needed every fuckin' minute of it! she thought.
God, how she wished she could fuck like Margo! Or was it just that she really wanted to feel Percy's thin red shaft splitting her insides open ... tearing her guts out ... and driving her insane with his pummeling cock? She didn't know what she wanted or what she thought except that she did want to keep right on getting fucked, every minute, one to fuck, one to suck, and the others to do whatever. She was wild, burning with long pent-up passion.
Lena looked toward the other end of the long room. Martin and Jan were sitting up against the wall-his hand was teasingly plunging then quickly withdrawing from Jan's clutching pussy and her hand was absentmindedly squeezing his rapidly growing cock. Just then Lena realized how handsome Martin Gerard was. His hard-lined face was like a beautifully preserved sculpture and, Lena noticed, his cock was also quite well preserved and looked very appealing to her at the moment. What the hell, she thought, I've fucked a couple so why not ball with the rest of them?
* * *
Suddenly Margo's body shuddered violently. She couldn't believe it! She was still hot and horny! Slyly she glanced toward Erik and, their eyes meeting, she winked. He grinned broadly then licked his lips.
"Come on," he said, rising from his uncomfortable position on the floor. "Why don't we all go outside and get some of that good old sunshine and whatever comes with it?" Erik reached down and extended a hand toward Lena who grasped it and quickly raised herself. Phil followed suit, his now quite-hard cock dangling crazily as he walked toward the door leading to the patio. Margo jumped up and bouncily followed the group pulling Eddie and Adele with her. On the way out someone grabbed Jan's hand and the last couple joined the party out in the sunshine.
Jan was the first to notice what looked like an old car tire swing dangling from the strong limb of a huge tree. She squealed in delight as she raced toward it, laughing and giggling as she swept across the grassy slope. When she reached it, Jan found the swing was not one, but two tires with a funny sort of safety belt oh it.
She looped the round rubber tubes over her body and adjusted the straps, tying herself into the swing.
Margo and Erik watched Jan delightedly, grinning to each other as if they shared a secret that would never be revealed. They started toward the swinging girl and the others blindly followed, still throbbing from the morning's sexercises. Erik stopped the swing, letting it-sway gently as he caressed the young girl's vibrant body. He tenderly squeezed the hardened nipples atop the firm ripe breasts and let his hands travel the curves of the innocent girl's body. Slowly he eased the swing to a complete stop and pressed his prominently erect cock up against Jan's back.
Jan could feel the tight knots beginning to form in her belly again as the fires within her were rekindled. The hard cock pushing itself against her spine was sending maddening chills right through her. Jan licked her lips and smiled dryly to herself. I'm going to make him suffer a little bit, she thought, before I give in. She continued swinging gently back and forth, brushing the head of Erik's steel-hard prick, pushing it back against his body but only momentarily. Jan knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her at the moment but, she mused, games are so much fun to play!
Unnoticed by the group, Margo had carried the long scabbard-like holder outside with her. Slant-eyed, she watched her husband prime the morning's first group playmate. She watched as the young girl leaned back, almost innocently , resting her tawny head on Erik's broad chest. She watched the tip of Erik's cock attempt to drill its way through the girl's body until it came out the other side. Margo watched everything and anticipated.
Slowly, Erik eased Jan's body back until the girl's long blonde hair was cascading between his legs. His cock was almost, but not quite, at her eye level. He bent down and kissed her hungrily, his tongue seeming to fill every corner of the girl's yawning mouth. Margo watched and wondered if Jan sucked on a tongue like she sucked on a cock ... it certainly looked that way!
Quickly, Erik bent Jan's body even further back and spun around, straddling her face. The girl was grotesquely sprawled, her legs dangling and flailing in the wind. Erik pointed his cock at her puffed lips. "Suck it, chickie ... suck it!" He grabbed a fistful of hair and held her head back roughly.
Jan whimpered in her shock. She hadn't expected this had been planned ... she hadn't expected Erik's cock ... but, come to think of it, now that it's here . ... Greedily, Jan's tongue darted out of its moist cavern and snaked its way along his well-shaped slender cock. She tasted the sweet yet almost pungent odor of prick as yet another invaded the area previously held sacred for Eddie Baker. It was as if she'd never stopped balling. Again, as before, he nerves were on fire and her mind was reeling with new tastes, feels, smells ... she'd never thought a weekend would be quite that good.
Martin was standing between Jan's spread legs. Margo had pulled him over and now, as stood and stared at the glistening and twitching cunt his thoughts momentarily flashed back the night before ... the tender yet passionate lovemaking ... why, he'd done everything with this girl and then some! he thought wildly. He thought he could almost see the tiny hairs of Jan's pussy bend every time she moved a cuntal muscle.
The short, stiff hairs on the back of Martin's muscle-corded neck stood up and bristled, sent insane chills down to the tips of his toes. He could feel the sweat beginning to trickle across his forehead and down his hair-marked back. He stared at Jan's body, mainly her cunt, as she vainly struggled and attempted to regain her balance. He watched Erik's ass cheeks twitch as he inserted his cock into the warm, wet oval of Jan's mouth.
He could see the raw pinkness of Jan's young pussy-it was hypnotizing him and he felt a strange compulsion to attack it-to plunge wildly and furiously into it ... to fuck her as she'd never been fucked before. He reached down to his crotch and slid his fingers to the heavy base of his large cock, groaning softly at the electrifying tingle even at his own touch.
"Don't just stand here, fuck her!" Margo screamed excitedly. Jan's position on the tire swing was inviting and she wanted to get everyone started right away. Her claw-tipped fingers itched to coil around the whip handle ... instead they snaked down to her pussy and buried themselves in her wiry cunt hairs.
"Eddie, bring your cock to me, baby," Margo mewed softly, gently, spreading her legs and thrusting her pelvis up, offering it to the approaching figure. Eddie swaggered up to her, grinning and trying to moisten his lips. His eyes took in the tall, ravishing brunette's olive-skinned body and finally came to rest somewhere in between her breasts, still bearing the marks of hands squeezing them, and her cunt. He watched her impatiently as she moved her fingers more rapidly in and around her pussy and leaned back, almost touching the tip of his stiff cock with her hairs.
Phil watched Margo and took the hint. Firmly he wrapped his muscular arms around Lena on the one side and Adele on the other. He grinned broadly as he stretched his fingers trying to play with two tits at the same time. Now that he thought about it, it was even more fun than he'd imagined it could be. How lucky did one guy have to be? After all, two chicks all to himself and at the same time.
Glassy-eyed, Lena crumbled to the ground. Without thinking, she coiled her fingers around her husband's cock and aimed it at her mouth.
Phil leaned forward and, pulling Adele closer to his hairy, sweat-stained nakedness, he drove his tongue deep into the redhead's mouth. He pushed his probing invader past the barricade of her teeth and darted it around every corner of her oral cavity, trying to reach the back of her throat with his tongue.
Adele's mouth quickly slacked and she greedily sucked on Phil's thick tongue. She felt his one hand's fingers coiled and wrapped tightly in her long red tangles, pulling her down to him roughly and she thrilled at the prospect of having that tongue sliding in and out of her wet, excited pussy.
Phil slid down a bit and hungrily took one of Adele's jutting breasts into his mouth. He kneaded the delicious hard cores of her rich brown nipples between his teeth, feeling Adele's body tense as she moaned and arched toward him. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Lena's dishwater blondeness and pulled her head off his cock. Releasing Adele's nipple for a minute, Phil grunted loudly, "Sit on it, bitch!" he cried. "I want to feel my cock wiggling in your snatch this time ... I want...." His words trailed off as the brown nipple came closer, begging to be sucked still harder.
Lena straddled his hips and spread her oozing cunt open with one hand. With the other, she aimed the thick, carnally swollen cock at her greedy, hair-fringed cuntal crevice. The velvety moist folds of her sensitive pink flesh parted easily and the pre-lubrication allowed her to quickly impale herself until she thought she could feel Phil's cock snaking up through her belly.
Martin, on the other hand, had lifted Jan's tapered milk-white legs much like wheelbarrow handles and wrapped them around his hips. The almost completely joined trio swayed crazily for a moment but Erik tightened his thighs, imprisoning Jan's head between them as he stuffed his rock hard cock toward her throat. Martin aimed, then plunged his heavy rod into her unresisting, still lubricated cunt like a blunt iron pole pushing the sensitive flesh back in rippling waves before its cruel, attacking turgid head.
Martin grinned obscenely as he pummeled Jan's defenseless crotch. He relished the sight of the tortured girl's body, bent back almost double over the double tire swing which bore her weight. Martin watched the rippling wave of Jan's breathing flow over the smooth white skin, the marks of her ribs and then, further up, the twitching of Erik's ass cheeks.
"Aaaarrrgggh!" Jan grunted loudly at the thrusting, brutal impalement not from one end, but two. She remembered Martin's lovemaking of the evening before and she wondered who of all the guests could fuck her so brutally and so beautifully at the same time. She was surprised not at the heavy-veined thickness crashing into her, ramming itself painfully against her sensitive cervix. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the agony of it all, but it was only a temporary shock that passed quickly as the still greedy walls of her tender pussy clasped around the massive prick voraciously, the hair-lined lips slithering up wetly to suck in its length to the hilt.
Martin's explosively bloated balls smacked hard and loudly into the damp, naked crack of Jan's ass and he heard her moan again as he continued his onslaught. He felt the cool air caressing his ass and chilling the wetness of his plunging cock. His balls tingled as they pulled away from Jan's body only to be crushed again and again with his body weight.
Margo watched the unfolding scene in growing fascination; the sight of Martin's firm buttocks tensing heavily as he drove forward with unmerciful force into Jan's juicy gaping channel until only a narrow stretch of his cock showed wet and glistening, protruding from his hairy nest. She couldn't see Erik's face but she figured he must be enjoying his torture of the young girl as he filled her mouth with cock.
She turned to look back at Lena, Adele, and Phil who were now fuck-positioned and twitching and squirming in the soft grass. Adele had been maneuvered around so she sat over Phil's face, half kneeling and turned toward Lena whose face was a contorted mask of a female in heat. Margo grinned. She didn't think it would be too long before the two girls reached for one another and really got things going.
Jan's long shapely legs wrapped themselves tighter around Martin's hips, her heels digging into the tensed cheeks of his ass, straining in their effort to pull Martin inside her. She no longer felt as if she were suspended in a round rubber ring ... she felt as if she were floating in the air, suspended by two cocks from which she hung.
Margo was gasping, sucking air in short surges but never breaking the feverish, swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue, and lips on the delicious pink cunt. Even her nose was now buried in the bristly nest at the entrance to the satiny flesh of the seething cunt.
Margo felt the sniffing at her ass and heard Percy whining. He seemed so far off in the distance but, automatically, she hunched up on her knees, screwing her backside into thin air. She felt the probing, coldly wet nose against her ass then she felt a tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the crack between her legs. Hungrily now, the animal began licking her aroused cuntal slit, running the full length of her quivering cunt. Margo raised her ass up still higher, spreading her knees as Percy lashed his tongue the full-length of her open buttocks.
The sleek black animal licked his way from the puckered skin of her ass-hole, down lower to the trembling edges of her burning cunt, even lower toward her belly where he began to flick his expert tongue at her throbbing clitoris.
Percy repeated the same moves time and again, his talented lingual member laving through her sensitive hair-covered genitals until Margo's dazed body began to twitch and shudder convulsively.
Margo moved to widen her knees still more, but never relinquishing her hold on the pussy smacked tight up against her chewing mouth. She furiously buried her face in the cunt, trying to pierce it with her tongue and teeth. She felt the massive animal mount her from behind, his large paws clutching at her hips.
Percy's moist and hard, glistening, scarlet prick shot out from its long sheath and the tapered end quickly began sinking into Margo's twitching ass. Erik had reached down to help the animal aim the long beveled shaft at the hole. Even though Percy growled at the intrusion, Erik knew that Margo was too far gone to help him herself. Margo shifted her lush rounded buttocks in an effort to capture the dog's lengthening prick. Immediately, the powerful animal thrust deeply into Margo's belly and Margo screamed loudly.
Percy hammered his long, thick animal-cock deep up inside Margo's still tight channel, whimpering as he fucked her. His hairy black balls swung beneath Margo's damp pubic hair-lined crotch and occasionally slapped against the sides of her thighs.
The merciless piston of glistening dog flesh rammed into Margo's ass fiercely and she timed her cunt-sucking to the same beat ... eager and hot! Margo moaned loudly as she screwed her ass back on the skewering spear ripping her ass wide open. Hungrily she licked the length of the cuntal slit, feeling the clitoris and the flaps of skin quiver under her touch. She took the hardened knob of the girl's fuck-button in her mouth, pulling it violently until the body arched and jumped convulsively beneath her ferocious assault.
Feverishly, Margo's lips sucked at the extended clitoris, then slashed, swirled, and laved at the vagina. She felt the bubble of orgiastic pleasure getting ready to burst as she ground her hips, pushing her ass back against the great hammering animal cock like a wanton whore.
* * *
Lena and Adele has long since fallen off the exhausted Phil Jason. At first they'd just lain side by side, hungrily eyeing one another and licking their lips. Unfamiliar with the routine, the two women moved closer together and experimentally began caressing one another, eyes closed as if in a blissful dream. Slowly, they grew more comfortable and familiar with each other's body and spontaneously threw all concern into the air.
Greedily they tore at each other, feeling the unquenched flames rekindle and flare, blazing wildly and uncontrollably. They lay there, clutching at each other, squirming, twisting to get still closer as they each felt passion's waves searing through their cunts.
Adele didn't even realize who she was fucking now ... it was a body ... a soft body with firm breasts ... she teased the nipples and felt them shudder between her tightly held fingers. With one hand she reached down and began gently yet urgently stroking the other woman's cuntal slit. Saliva dribbled from her mouth and her tongue darted out occasionally to try and catch it. Slowly, she slid down the other woman's warm quivering body and buried her face between Lena's legs. Adele twisted around so the other woman was pinned down beneath her.
Lena's mouth faced Adele's cunt. Testily, she licked at the raw pink slit tasting the saltiness of it. She too had been too dazed to notice the other woman's body before but now that she saw the red-haired bush it was identifiable. The red hairs sparkled in the dying sunlight, their moistness catching the rays. Lena sucked them, then ran her tongue from the bottom of the slit up until she reached Adele's ass-hole. She moaned softly to herself as she began to experience, for the first time, another woman's cunt on her face. Demanding satisfaction, she raised her hips and started a slow, teasing dance as she ground it upwards into the other woman's face.
Erik couldn't stand anymore. His piercing blue eyes darted wildly, wantonly from one group to the next. The sight of Adele's ass waving high up in the air looked more inviting than he cared to admit. He scooted closer to the sapphic orgy, jacking his cock slowly in his excited fist. With his free hand he rubbed his thighs caressingly until he could feel every hair tingling with wild expectation. Still massaging his now alive cock he moved closer, then stood looking down at Adele's hammering ass.
Erik bent his knees just slightly-enough to give him a needed leverage-then he aimed his carnally swollen rock-hard prick at her puckered hole. He felt Lena's tongue lap at his low-hanging balls as it swept up and across Adele's slit. The hot, moist contact shocked him and he sent his rigid organ piercingly through the opening and into Adele's ass-hole.
Adele squirmed, trying to disimpale herself from the assaulting foreign cock that had begun so violently hammering into her ass but she couldn't. Slowly, the pain of it died and delicious shivers replaced it. Rhythmically, she began screwing her ass upwards and further onto the turgid assaulting organ.
Phil had recovered and regained a hard-on, though it was definitely weaker than his original feeling. His thick, heavy-set prick jutted out from his stocky hair-covered body, waving like some kind of a flagpole in front of Margo's oblivious eyes. He jerked it slowly until the fleshy mushroomed head popped loudly out of its protective sheath, then he just held it as he stared down at Margo's heaving body.
Margo had collapsed shortly after Percy had climbed off her ass, trailing his sticky sperm down her thighs. She could still feel Jan's pussy violently squirming under her, twitching and convulsing with impassioned fury. Jan had reared her hips suddenly, slamming her cunt into Margo's mouth. Margo enjoyed sucking the warm fluids oozing out of the young girl's cunt and licked her lips again, remembering and savoring it.
Martin was the only one not involved in further orgiastic activities. Unaware of all that was going on around him, he lay on a sloping ridge away from the crowd and happily dreamt of Adele's hot and tight little ass. He dreamt of fucking her with a dildo as she crawled around the room, then making her turn around so he could shoot his come wildly all over her body. He'd never been wild with her before, but now that he'd seen her in rip-roaring action, Martin was sure she'd love every minute of being an alternate sex slave and sex master. He'd enjoy being the slave sometimes too.
Phil had jacked his cock off so much while he was staring down at Margo's exhausted body that he began to feel his sperm boiling inside, wanting a receptacle to shoot itself into. Erik's ass was available and pounding hard into Adele's tan track, he thought, and he remembered seeing the flick where Erik had gotten it in the ass from some guy. Why not, he asked himself as he moved toward them.
Erik's ass looks like a girl's ass, Phil mused, leering at the tensing cheeks, the finely shaped legs. It wasn't hard to stick his cock in even though it was thicker than most. Once Phil had it in, though, he found it was fairly tight.
Soon Erik's ass started squirming backwards and onto the cock ravaging his rear. He couldn't move back too far since he had his cock in Adele's ass and Adele was attached to Lena.
Phil wanted to laugh. He'd never fucked a guy before and here he was, rutting a male ass like a bull. He was just beginning to enjoy the squeezing rectal muscles grabbing at his cock when he felt the familiar twitches that signaled he wouldn't last too long this time around. He quickly reached around, trying desperately to hold on and keep fucking.
Abruptly, Adele's mouth gasped open in a choking scream as she began to toss her head wildly from side to side, her auburn hair flailing and whipping around her milk-white smooth shoulders. She screwed her beautiful buttocks back salaciously against Erik's jabbing cock like a rutting bitch. She screamed again, louder still, and rammed back against the hairy nest, almost smashing Erik's balls as she twisted wildly. Erik jerked forward just as she rammed back more deliriously, and his cock began the jetting stream of sperm with hard spurts deep into her receptive, grasping ass.
Adele's creamy buttocks began contracting, hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating the raging climax within her quivering belly, and a thick, white stream of hot come seeped out around the flushed, swollen lips of her still twitching ass that still tried to milk Erik's cock. Thin trickles of fluid ran down her inner thighs in obscene streams as she pitched forward onto her face.
Phil only got a chance to jam his cock in a few more times before he too shot his wad, spurting jet streams of milky liquid up into Erik's bowels. "Oooh ... I'm coming again!" he cried hoarsely, jerking his hips forward as the other man's ass milked him dry.
CHAPTER FOUR
Eddie couldn't believe what had been happening to them all weekend and now this-breakfast in a huge swimming pool. He nuzzled closer to Jan who was sitting on the other half of their double floating lounge chair. A tray had been securely fastened to its side, holding their champagne in large, free-form designed glasses, bacon and eggs, toast, and caviar.
He'd never felt so rich before and he basked in the luxurious sunlight, hoping their weekend would never come to an end.
"How do you feel, honey?" he murmured into Jan's ear. "How's my big mama's pussy this morning?" He grinned broadly and let his hand drop until his fingertips rested on the still tender tips of Jan's grapefruit-size mounds.
"Oh, Eddie, I've never fucked and enjoyed it so much, so many different ways with so many people in my life!" she cried into his ear. "I hope you like it as much as I do." She stopped and took a bite of the crisp, brown toast and it crunched loudly in her half-open mouth.
Greedily, like little children, they dipped their fingers into the caviar bowl, each offering the other a coated finger to suck on.
Eddie licked the caviar off Jan's index finger and groaned. Not too suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed heartily as if he'd just played a big joke on someone. "This is a dream, Jan baby!" he cried, gasping for air. "We're gonna wake up and find we've been home all damn weekend!"
* * *
The other couples had preferred to take their breakfast more conventionally-on the sheltered patio. Adele had put a towel down on the chair so her bare ass wouldn't stick to it. Besides, she thought wildly, what if the chair turns me on? Nothing is impossible anymore, she thought, as she remembered the past day and Friday night ... no, nothing is impossible! Fleeting random thoughts raced through her head, the most exciting of which was the remembrance of the night before with cocks and pussies smashing into her from all directions.
She wanted to laugh loudly, insanely, as she wondered what Martin's very prim and proper boss would think if he knew of the Gerard's private newly found sex life.
Phil chewed his food loudly then sucked the strip of bacon, eyeing Adele's firm, sculptured body as he pulled the strip tauntingly in and out of his thick lips. "Come here, baby," he said leering at Adele's not-too-shocked face. "I want to fuck you good and proper today."
Adele smiled at him, trying desperately to hide the insane craving his words and tone of voice had stirred in her loins. She'd never been talked to like that before but it excited her and she felt herself screwing her ass into the towel-covered patio chair.
Erik had been watching Adele too and he was determined to get to her cunt before anyone else did this time. He smirked wickedly as he thought of the beautiful film footage he'd have after this weekend was over. He hadn't seen such a hot and horny bunch of innocents for a long time. Well, he mused, they weren't exactly innocents, but they were all fired up. He did want to get some good shots of himself screwing Adele's cunt-for posterity, he thought.
Erik was standing over her now. Adele could feel his eyes staring a hole right through her. It was eerie, almost as if he were reading her thoughts. She looked down, hoping to avoid his sexually exciting vibrations but instead found herself staring directly at the cock he held in his hand. He ran his fingers up and down on its long rigid shaft and she could feel more than see his anticipations. For the first time in years, Adele blushed , . her face becoming a pinkish crimson mask. Maybe, she thought, I'm blushing so much because I want to feel that cock sliding in and out of my cunt. She giggled nervously and waited for Erik to speak.
"What say, Adele, why don't we go skinny dipping?" Erik was trying to cover his Cheshire-cat grin by biting down on and sucking in his full lower lip. His deep blue eyes narrowed and became hot rays of passion as he became familiar again with every crease and pore in the voluptuous redhead's body.
"I'd be delighted!" she answered softly, afraid to betray her nervousness even at this late date. Somehow his young animal masculinity excited her much as Eddie's had, much as any young guy's good-looking body and well-proportioned cock would do.
Adele reached up and offered Erik her hand. He grabbed for it but, for a fleeting instant, held it down low so that the tips of her finely manicured fingers brushed against his turgid organ. Adele jumped, as if shocked by a low charge of electricity, then looked up into Erik's handsome face and smiled. "C'mon, Mr. Sun-God, let's skinny dip."
Holding hands, the sun-god and the stately redhead half ran toward the diving board. Being a gentleman, Erik allowed Adele to dive in first and followed her graceful swan with a high, graceful leap and single somersault. Before he hit the water he heard the applauding claps of their poolside audience. He splashed down hard, splaying a torrent of rain over the still dry group on the patio.
Slowly, gracefully, Erik swam up to Adele then turned over on his back and floated alongside her. They reached a floating lounger and he helped her climb on. Erik held on to the sides but managed to wiggle one hand free and began teasing her glistening red-haired pubic bush. "Mmmmmm-mm, Lady Red, you have a mighty sweet-looking pussy there," he whispered huskily.
"Mmmmmm-mm Mr. Sun-God, I'm glad you think so," Adele replied, shifting position to allow him better access.
Erik's moist fingers traced teasing circles, coiling in Adele's fiery red pussy hairs, pulling them then swiftly sliding down, brushing her clitoris and going past it until he felt the puckered opening of Adele's ass-hole. He gently entered it, swirled his finger around in it, and pulled out as quickly as he'd gone in.
Adele couldn't very well do much squirming on her floating bed and she knew it. Somehow the gentle rocking of the water added to the excitement and newness of this brand of sex. A new discovery! her brain loudly signaled, relaying the message to her twitching pussy. She could feel it getting wet even though Erik hadn't really done anything yet. She tried to second guess him and his next move.
"Move down a bit if you can do it withou falling off," Erik whispered. His index finge had snaked into her cunt and was gently teasin it. His thumb rubbed against her clitoris which was becoming as hard as a small pebble at his touch.
Carefully, Adele inched her way toward th end of the long rubber raft until her legs, fro the knees down, dangled in the water. Sh briefly wondered why it hadn't capsized . . maybe it was specially made for people who go sucked off while they lay on it, she thought, an giggled loudly. Adele bit down on her lip n she felt Erik's hot, wet tongue outlining he cuntal lips, those fleshy pink folds that did much to drive her insane.
Erik had maneuvered himself to the edge o the raft without once needing to extract his finger. Tingles of burning passion began to consume his eager loins as he felt Adele's puss begin to clutch and suck at his probing fingers Now, at the edge of the raft and positioned between Adele's long, tapered legs, he held to the raft tightly with one hand as he swam forward coming ever closer to her glistening snatch.
Erik had gotten a mouthful of chlorine when he'd dived and once his tongue had made contact with Adele's cunt he tasted a curious mixture o the chlorine and her salty secretions. Her slit smelled musky, excited, and Erik thought h could see her ripe pink bud reaching out toward his lapping tongue.
Slowly, Erik's lingual member squirmed around in Adele's pussy. At one point Adele had thrown her legs up and over his shoulders but he'd managed to keep his precarious balance. The coldness of the water, even though it was a heated pool, would take some getting used to, he thought, but it couldn't bring down the prominent erection he'd acquired when he tasted Adele's cunt.
* * *
Martin had been maneuvered onto a plushly upholstered reclining lounge and, before he'd realized what was happening to him, he found he was tied quite securely onto the chair. Suspicion clouded his eyes as he tried to follow Margo's moves. She disappeared for a second then quickly returned, carrying a long, square box. As she approached his feet, Margo stooped and Martin could hear the faint flicking of a switch.
Instantly, the entire chair began to vibrate. Martin felt his balls jiggling and smacking against his thighs and the chair. He became confused and wondered what she was planning to do to him, especially since he found himself in such an alien position. His silent questions were quickly answered as Margo flipped open the box and slipped a strange-looking gadget over her hand, fitting it into the palm, then snugly strapping it across the back of her hand.
Margo moved closer, then reached out and roughly lifted his prick then dropped it, grinning wickedly. "It'll be harder than that, I hope, by the time I get through," she said giving Martin an innocent child-like sweet smile.
Martin relaxed. He knew what was coming because he'd had it done to him by a whore during one of his long-term business trips. What he couldn't understand, however, was why he'd been so attached to the lounge.
With her free hand, Margo began to stroke the thick, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard blood-filled head of Martin's regally erect and still rapidly growing cock. She lustfully absorbed the sadistic thrills as she watched Martin's calm features become ever more agitated with her gentle massage. Quickly, she shifted hands and now the buzzing fist closed over his turgid organ. She was half standing, half kneeling now as she gasped, watching the soft rubbery crimson tip of Martin's cock strain under its excitement.
Martin gasped and grunted loudly, straining against his tight bonds, wanting to reach down and grab Margo by that shimmering raven hair and pull her up to him like some ancient cave-woman. His struggle was futile and he knew it ... there was no way he could break the ties, no matter how much he struggled against them. He relaxed and tried to enjoy the rippling vibrations shooting through his sex-oriented body.
Margo had become hypnotized by the movement of her vibrating fist up and down the rock-hard shaft. She licked at her dry, bloodless lips and sucked in a great gulp of air, trying to calm her jangling nerves. Insane thoughts rocketed crazily through her brain ... she wanted to taste Martin's blood ... Margo remembered one of her old partners whom she used to bite until she broke the skin and sucked in his blood. No, she thought, it's too soon to give these guys that kind of treatment. They'd think I was some kind of viper or something like that.
She stared down along the entire length of Martin's long rigid cock to the heavy, hair-fringed sac of his testicles resting comfortably on the vibrating lounge. Her vibrating hand stroked Martin's stiff prick and she felt him writhe and groan loudly under her ministrations. She drew back the foreskin with two fingers, exposing the glistening head again, the pulsating glans, then, buzzingly manipulating the thick, outer fleshy covering back and forth. Margo's mind was completely saturated with nothing else but the hot, hard feel of Martin's cock captured within her tormenting fist.
Margo slid her hand down to the base of Martin's cock, crouched down lower, then drew in her breath and flicked her snake-like tongue out, bringing it into warm, wet contact with the spongy tip. She heightened the teasing, swirling her tongue around his cock slowly, excitedly while Martin helplessly twisted and jerked beneath her taunting until her tongue tip finally found the narrow split at its tips and wiggled into it.
"Sit on my face, baby," Martin cried, gasping for air as he cried out. "Please ... just give me some of that sweet cunt...."
She twisted around, slowly maneuvering into the soixante-neuf position while trying to maintain the teasing, buzzing torment of her vibrating hand.
Margo felt her temper quickly rising as she felt Martin's sharp teeth sink into the fleshy, soft part of her thighs. Wouldn't you guess it, she mused, the prick bastard would pick the most sensitive spot on my whole goddamn leg! In her anger, she squeezed his cock with her vibrating hand, bearing down on it as if she were trying to dig into his flesh with the jiggling machine.
Instead of releasing his toothy hold on her thigh, Martin bit down still harder, grinding the soft, tender skin tightly between his teeth. Even when he felt her painful response to his bite, he couldn't and didn't want to let go. Somehow, for some stupid reason, the reciprocal pain felt good. Yes, he could even feel his cock trembling excitedly as she squeezed the fucking vibrator into his skin.
Suddenly, Martin let go of Margo's thigh and sought another area to attack. His tongue grazed the tip of her clitoris and he quickly returned to that spot and sucked the pink nub between his teeth, grinding it as he had done with her thigh.
Phil sat silently, champagne glass in hand, leering lecherously at Jan's young, innocent-looking, unblemished and almost flawless body. Her cunt didn't look all that big from what he could see and he briefly wondered if his cock would tear her apart. Thoughts of ravaging the girl's body filtered through his spinning brain, each to be cast off in favor of a more exciting idea. The short, stocky man quickly gulped down the rest of the fizzing liquid and sauntered over to the nylon-webbed deck lounger Jan occupied.
"Mind if I keep you company?" he asked softly, trying desperately to control the evil, sadistic thoughts still racing through his reeling brain. He started to sit on the cement patio, but she spread her legs invitingly and motioned for him to sit there instead. Grinning, he silently accepted and seated himself sideways, throwing her leg over his lap.
He became engrossed in the scene unfolding in the pool. He couldn't imagine how Erik had managed to stay in the water and suck hungrily on Adele's cunt too but it certainly would make a good stag film he thought. Musing, Phil wondered if anyone was making a picture of this. He laughed aloud, it was a silly idea he told himself, we're all guests here, not paid actors.
Jan was wide-eyed. She realized it had been an unbelievable weekend, but she couldn't make herself believe that anyone could get their cunt sucked while floating on a rubber raft in a huge, imagine pool and not fall off. Thinking of cocks and pussies, she thought, why don't I do something about getting something up my snatch?
Jan curled her leg tighter around Phil, feeling his cock brush against it as she tried to circle his belly. Without realizing it, she slid her hand down to her crotch and began to furiously massage her now awakened pussy with all the fingers pressed tightly together. She scooted down on the' chair until her knuckles were knocking against Phil's hip every time she bent her hand.
"Fuck me, big daddy!" she groaned loud enough to break Phil's entranced state. He jerked his head around to be met with a devilishly twinkling grin on Jan's flushed face. She teasingly twirled her index finger in her mouth, then sucked on it loudly. His eyes roved the length of her slender body and came to rest at her hairy blonde bush in which one hand was jerking perceptibly.
"Sure, baby," he grunted, "I'll fuck you." Phil disentangled her leg then straightened the chair and pulled her legs apart with his short, muscular arms, holding them high up in the air as he leered down into her cunt.
"You bet I'll fuck you.'" he cried, panting. "I'm gonna fuck you like you really want to be fucked, baby doll. Yes, baby, this time you're gonna get exactly what you're asking for!"
Jan stared at him long and hard, letting his coarse language sink right down to the tip of her clitoris where she wanted it most. Phil frightened her ... his short animal-like body and the rough attitude he showed when excited. She knew she wanted to be fucked by him, she wanted to feel his balls slapping against her ass, to feel his cock plunging in and out of her ... tearing her apart. Jan almost screamed a shrill yes but choked it back, realizing that he could probably see her hunger all over her face.
She slid her hands under her hips and jerked upwards, towards his fleshy face. "Fuck it, daddy," she gasped. "Fuck it like you really want to fuck it ... hard ... hurt me ... hurt mee-eee!"
Phil let go of one leg and it dangled idly as he wrapped his fist around his thick, heavy bulging cock and aimed it straight at the center of Jan's raw pink cunt. He parted the folds of skin with his fingers, then positioned the rigid organ. He let go of it and, with a powerful thrust, pushed the head through into her coral, velvety cunt. Quickly his hand darted out to grab her leg again as he pushed himself further into Jan's twitching channel.
Phil was trying to steel himself against the lustful sadistic reactions of his body. He held tightly to Jan's legs as his eyes lustfully locked on her magnificent, naked loveliness, the jutting and bouncing of her full and taut young breasts, the flowing, soft expanse of her creamy white belly which was quivering in ripples at his attack.
He tried to slide his thick cock in and out slowly at first, then gradually increased the tempo. His nerve ends blazed as he built the tenseness to a crescendo and he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Jan's calves.
* * *
Lena had been examining the diving board, for what she couldn't really remember, when she'd found what looked like some sort of handcuffs welded under the board. She also found a halter-type affair and promptly asked Eddie to help her get positioned into it. After donning the halter and having Eddie lock the cuffs, she sort of dangled helplessly over the seven-foot-deep water. When she asked Eddie to help her get out of it, he smiled and danced around the pool's edge holding his jumping prick in one hand.
"No, Lena," he answered. "That get-up must be used for something, so why don't we find out about it while you're still in it?"
"Eddie, it hurts," she replied calmly, still thinking he was joking about finding out what the set-up really was.
"No, really, I'm serious," he answered, then chuckled to himself. Stopping to think, Eddie sat at the pool's edge under the diving board, his feet dangling in the cool water. When he looked up he realized that she was close enough to fuck.
Eddie felt like a little boy who'd just discovered a nice, bright and shiny new toy. Lena hung low enough and close enough that he could easily put her cunt over his cock without str. aching. The rest would be up to him and she couldn't do anything about it. Gleefully, he clapped his hands.
"I've got it!" he cried, pulling the dangling body toward him and thrusting his young loins up until his cock rested near Lena's cunt.
Fear masked the older woman's face. No! she thought, he wouldn't fuck me like this. Why, I'd never be able to come in such an uncomfortable position.
Eddie scooted forward until most of his ass had slid off the cement and was suspended in the air. His movement, he quickly found, added additional force and caused his prick to slide up still further into Lena's hot, moist pussy. Even Lena quickly forgot the uncomfortableness of her position as she attempted to screw herself onto Eddie's stiff organ. She found that if she pressed down hard enough, her body weight would do the rest. Eddie steadied her hips with his strong hands and pulled her down closer. As he pulled, he noticed the halter seemed to be elastic so that if he pulled down hard enough it gave and stretched to a more comfortable length.
The couple worked with the halter contraption for approximately ten minutes before giving up on the idea. "It's too much extra work," Eddie said hoarsely as he started to untie her. Eddie's grip failed and Lena's body splaehed down into the water. Her fingertips clutched at the edge of the pool and she found herself staring into the tip of Eddie's cock.
Well, she thought, if Erik can suck someone off and stay in the water, so can I. She wrapped her hands as far around Eddie's body as she could possibly get them then her head dove straight between his crotch. Lena buried her nose in the curly light blonde hairs lining and fringing the prominently erect organ. She licked greedily around the nest and the base of Eddie's cock, tasting the pungent sweet-sourness of his sex. "Do you like it this way?" she asked, punctuating her question with deep guttural moans that bubbled up from her crotch.
"Yeah, Mama, suck it for me!" Eddie cried back. He felt his parched lips and tried to moisten them, gulping down large draughts of air. Eddie grabbed the sides of Lena's head and pressed it down harder into his balls. One finger idly teased her ear, outlining it then screwing its way inside. Lena shook her head, trying vainly to get him to stop.
"Damn, bitch!" Eddie yelled. "Suck it ... just suck that fuckin' hard dong of mine. Suck it, I tell you!" Eddie's voice trailed off as he felt the warm, wet oval of Lena's good cocksucking mouth hover over the tip of his throbbing prick.
Lena sunk her mouth down on the rigid shaft, then pulled up, grazing its side with her well-trained teeth. Her burning fingertips raked at Eddie's hips, cutting sharply into his skin as she dug even deeper.
Eddie pushed down harder on the top of her head. "God," he moaned loudly. "Yes, Mama, that's it! Suck it!" Slowly, Eddie started rhythmically undulating his hips, rocking" his rigid, carnally swollen cock in and out of Lena's perfectly ovaled mouth with a wet sucking sound.
Greedily, Lena plunged her mouth down over Eddie's throbbing cock. She wanted to suck this beautiful prick ... suck the sweet juices out of his young loins and feel it shooting hotly down her mouth and throat. Oh, God, how she wanted this cock!
* * *
Wild-eyed, Margo watched her crazily tingling hand slide up and down Martin's cock. She pulled the head of his cock back towards his belly, while with the vibrating hand she started working up and down, this time or the underside of the thick, regal cock. Her buzzing fingertips slid down to its hairy base almost to Martin's balls, then she'd start moving it back up again, slowly, until her fingertips lightly clutched at the tip of the rock-hard prick.
Once she'd maneuvered her throbbing land back up again, Margo coiled her fingers around its thickness and sucked the flaming tip into her hungering, ovaled mouth. Slowly, she started a bump and grind ballet, lightly hovering over Martin's face before grinding down onto it furiously. Animal-like grunts escaped her salivating crimson lips as she licked and greedily nibbled at the captured organ.
Martin felt as if the folds of Margo's twitching pussy were clawing at his tongue, forcing it to go still deeper into its hot cavern. Delightful chills covered his body like so many tiny fingertips lightly brushing his hairy masculinity. The vibrations of the chair coupled with Margo's teasing hand would surely drive him completely insane, he thought, trying to control his overwhelming emotions.
Margo's knees ground down into his shoulders painfully. Martin wished his hands were free so he could grab a delightfully rounded ass cheek and sink his fingers into it. Every time he opened his eyes to look up, her cunt came slamming down and his nose got buried in the crack of her ass. Martin smelled it and his nostrils flared wildly as he experimentally eased his tongue tip upwards toward Margo's ass-hole.
Martin raised his head and strained toward the puckered opening, now even more greedily lapping at it and attempting to squirm his tongue into it. He felt the weight over him press down, giving him freer access to it. He tried to sink his teeth into the soft flesh around it and pull her ass down more so he wouldn't have to fight so hard to reach it, but the surface was too smooth and he succeeded only briefly before he had to relinquish his grip.
As the vibrator wildly buzzed its way along his shaft, Martin moaned displeasurably. His hips jerked upwards, twitching, squirming, straining to leap off the chair. Margo noticed and plunged down wantonly, forgetting the vibrator and furiously bobbing her head along its length.
Suddenly Martin's dam was violently unleashed and he shot thick creamy streamers through Margo's mouth and down her silky, gulping throat. Margo pulled on it, milking it for every last drop as her vibrating hand cupped and rhythmically squeezed his balls.
Still dripping the creamy fluid from her oral cavity, Margo howled as Martin's tongue sent a flaming charge up from her ass-hole. Her whole body began to flap wildly as she tossed her head in sheer abandon from one side to the other. "Aaaarrgh ... Martin, I'm comming!" she cried. Her silky raven locks whipped against her face as she jerked and flailed in orgiastic satisfaction. "Oh, God, Martin ... I'm commming!" she yelled. "I'm commming ... I'm comming. Suck it, baby! I'm commming!"
Margo's hoarse wild cries spurred Martin on to more forceful strokes, licking and lapping from her clitoris up to the crack of her ass. Martin tasted the liquids oozing out of Margo's grinding cunt and swallowed it greedily before his head fell back, exhausted.
Adele strained to coil her gazelle-like legs around Erik's neck. She thought she could almost feel the bulging cords of his veins rubbing against her thighs. Her body was so super-aware now of everything, every little hair, every drop of moisture ... Adele knew it would take her a week if not more to calm down to normal living after this weekend.
Erik's tongue was teasingly snaking around the fleshy brown and coral cunt lips, his nose buried in the hairy fringe of Adele's pussy. He nibbled at it, bit down on it, sucked it into his mouth, then drew away and teased it.
"Erik," Adele gasped. "Oh, Erik, let's get out of the water!" She tried to reach and grab his head but couldn't and satisfied herself instead by massaging her own body.
"Mmmmmm-mm," came his muffled reply as he vigorously attacked the tip of her burning clitoris.
"Erik, pleeeez!" she cried through clenched teeth. "I ... I want to feel your cock in me ... in my cunt ... oh, Erik, it needs you there so much!"
Erik pulled his head out of her crotch. He was surprised at the suddenness of Adele's request but, obediently began to paddle and maneuver the large raft closer to the pool's edge.
As soon as they reached the edge of the water, Adele reached out and gripped the concrete. Gracefully, she half slid her body off the raft and onto the cold stone.
"Hurry, Erik." she gasped hoarsely. "Please hurry!"
Erik pulled his dripping body out of the water. The air chilled him and he wished he had a damn towel to pat at least some of the water off. He didn't even have time to look for one as Adele urgently pulled him down on top of her. Their mouths met. Adele's gaping cavity quickly sucked Erik's thick tongue into its moistness, greedily pulling on the lingual member until she felt her facial muscles tighten and twitch from the sudden strain. She pushed Erik away gently, then raised her knees and hugged them tightly to her heaving chest.
"Now, Erik!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"
Erik's cock felt like a thick, lead pipe ... cold and steel hard ... as it pressed against the opening of her slit. Adele's knees ached from the unfamiliar and uncomfortable position she'd put herself into but the urgency of the matter was foremost in her mind. She could feel the walls of her pussy parting slowly as he eased his thick shaft between them.
Erik liked hard fucking. He always had. He eased it until he felt the warm fleshy walls open up and then he could give that one big lunge and bury his long prick deep inside, as far as it could possibly go.
Mercilessly, Adele's lust-twisting body was smashed hard down against the concrete with a resounding thud as Erik slammed his hardened organ into her belly, pushing aside any other barriers of her cunt in one long, deep lunge.
"Oh, God! Aaaaaarrgh!" Adele was unable to finish as she felt the cock inside her ease a bit and again begin to slowly, gently, glide in and out of her oozing pussy.
Without warning, Erik lunged forward again, smashing against her cervix with a grinding lunge. Powerfully, he thrust his muscular body on her, screwing her twitching buttocks into the cold concrete patio.
Erik's lust-deranged body did not again slow his unrelenting rhythm. Each following pistoning thrust became seemingly deeper and more powerful than the one before. Adele could see nothing but bright circles of light flashing in front of her eyes like dozens of exploding flashbulbs.
"Hard!" she cried. "Fuck me hard, baby! Oh, God, ram it in me ... tear me apart ... fuck me hard!"
Lunge after lunge disappeared in the warm, hot depths of Adele's aching cunt, every new thrust sending mind-blowing jolts of excitement through her tense, exploding naked body.
Erik pumped into the redhead's body like a hot-blooded stallion, helping to push her legs almost up to her shoulders so that his powerful thrusts drove his long, hard prick deeper still into her twitching hole. Erik's stiff prick slithered between the grasping, clutching wet lips of Adele's pussy, squeezing it like a strong fist as it drove deeper and deeper inside.
Again and again his rigid prick tunneled its way into the hungry, greedily sucking lips of her clenching slit, and with each additional smashing thrust, part of Adele's mind tried to tell her she couldn't take any more of that kind of violent fucking. Each time the cock seemed to be pounding into her quivering belly ... driving upwards ... towards her throat.
Erik's wet and sweat-coated body trembled lightly as he eased his pounding rhythm to a slow, deep-thrusting pace, gently sawing his prick in and out of the clutching pussy with long, smooth strokes. Slowly, Erik eased his wet, glistening shaft out of the eager lips of Adele's cunt until only the tip remained in its hot clutches. Gently, he pushed forward in swift, smooth moves, his prick quickly disappearing between the burning, moist folds of her pinkish flesh until it buried itself to the base.
With each additional thrust, Erik's aching balls slapped wetly against Adele's ass crack, turned up high off the concrete by the painful position she was attempting to maintain.
Adele's eyes were open wide, her long auburn hair fanning out behind her in a soft swirl on the cold, unmoving concrete.
"Oh, yes! That's it! You've got it, Erik!" Adele mumbled loudly through her tightly clenched teeth. Erik had found and maintained just the right pace, and she was spurring him on, her oozing juices lubricating her burning, fleshy vaginal walls as he rocked into her again and again.
She ground her crotch up to meet his deep thrusts, trying to keep her position and reach for his buttocks to pull him still closer to her explosive body. Erik pressed forward, forcing his long, rigid prick even further into her womb.
Adele's orgasm which had been too long in coming welled up inside her belly like a raging oil well fire, making her head swim. She could feel her blood hotly coursing through her veins and a million stars exploded in her face.
Her toes curled as she dropped her legs to the concrete, feeling the flood of her juices mingling with the thick heavy spurts coming out of Erik's still twitching cock. Erik lunged forward one final time, then collapsed on top of her, letting her cuntal muscles milk every last drop out of him before he let it slither out.
* * *
Gradually, Phil and Jan tumbled to the cold concrete where they'd reversed positions. Jan crouched on all fours with her ass waving high up. Even as she felt the blood rush to her head, Jan bit down on her lower lip and waited for the animal assault she knew would come.
Phil spit on his hand and moistened the dry, bulging head of his heavy, thick-veined iron pole. He didn't particularly like "dry runs," even though they did manage to get nice and juicy once they got going. After he'd moistened the tip, he reached low and ran two fingers roughly along Jan's sensitive pink hair-lined slit. He brought his hand to his lips and licked Jan's come off it. Inhaling deeply, he smelled his fingers, almost tasting her pussy.
Grunting, Phil's stocky body leaned forward and his hand gripped Jan's hips-her "Love handles," he'd remembered Lena's phrase-beads of sweat formed on his massive head, the bald top becoming even more shiny in the glaring sunlight. Slowly, he eased his lust-inflated cock past the fleshy folds of Jan's sensitive cuntal passage, grinning like a madman. He shudderingly bucked his body forward, sending the pulsating, heavy shaft straight into her.
As the bulblous head of Phil's cock pummeled into her, Jan could feel the ragged, wet, and swollen flanges of her excited cunt twitch, trying to grasp it tightly, almost like having her cunt suck on his cock instead of her mouth. She writhed her hips and raised her squirming buttocks still higher, trying to help.
There was something child-like yet wanton in Jan's beauteous, curvaceous body that set Phil off. Sexually, he had craved and possessed women all his life ... but this one! ... this almost child/abandoned Valkyrie! Already his hairy loins were churning with their ravaging passion. The twitching, biting tight lips of her cock-hungry cunt ... Phil couldn't stand it any longer.
Violently, he rammed the full length of his wet, swollen shaft into her ... racing up to her belly. He imagined himself as having a giant cock at that moment, thrusting it deep into Jan's tightly resisting hole, jackhammering until she screamed for help.
Jan couldn't scream even though the jarring lunge had nearly taken her breath away. She jerked convulsively, the erotic, painful shock of his thick cock smashing into her belly. She almost laughed as she imagined looking like some kind of a pregnant cow being rutted by a stalking bull. She stretched backwards, screwing her ass onto the drilling steely cock.
Phil's sperm-bloated balls smacked loudly against the hair-fringed outer edge of Jan's oozing pussy. They dangled defenselessly, waiting to be sucked up by some phantom mouth.
Violently, Jan's screwing ass increased its tempo and she reminded one of a doubled-over Watusi dancer or a drunken stripper as she ground her hips 'round and 'round toward the lunging cock. "Harder ... fuck me harder!" Jan cried. "Oh, Christ ... ram it in me ... ram it in me ... ram IT in meeeee!"
Phil rammed furiously, battering his way deeper and deeper into her clutching cunt. He felt his ass tense and twitch and he pumped faster ... as fast as he could get it going ... until the thick, viscous fluids shot out of him in burning streams. He twitched and spurted his life-giving seed into her cunt, convulsing as he very slowly jackhammered into Jan's pussy ... a hammer at very low speed, he thought.
Jan's legs splayed out and she pitched forward, still twitching, on the cold concrete patio.
* * *
Lena's fingers furiously drove into her wildly excited cunt ... traveling faster than the eye could catch. Her cheeks hollowed then filled obscenely as she drained the beginning of Eddie's sticky come, swallowing it in loud gulps like so much extra-rich milk.
"Suck it all out, big Mama!" Eddie cried hoarsely. "C'mon, bitchin' lady ... suck my come ... swallow it ... coat your quivering belly with-my fuckin' juice!" He babbled and moaned almost incoherently as his head twisted onto the concrete.
She sucked ... taking all she could, all he had to offer from his young quaking loins. Still she wanted more. Hoping vainly for another surge of life, Lena continued to suck on Eddie's cock until she plunged her four fingers into her own cunt to ease the passionate pain.
* * *
Sunday evening was spent relaxing from the day's earlier strenuous activities. Still neither the hosts nor guests bothered with cumbersome clothing, instead preferring to sit around in the buff, laughing and joking about the weekend.
"You know, we've managed to meet some single adult swingers," Margo commented. "They're really wild, groovy people. From what we know, most of this group lives in some singles-type apartment building or something like that."
"Yes," Erik interrupted. "We're planning to have a wild party up here one of these nights and invite most of the really uninhibited folks to join in." He reached down to the coffee table for his martini, waiting in the silence for some reaction from this weekend's house guests.
Suddenly everyone started talking almost at once, approving of the venture and attempting to decide whether or not to join in the revelry.
Martin acted as the spokesman for the assembled group. "It sounds pretty good, but we'll talk it over at home and see what we decide." .
Erik cleared his throat. "Fair enough with us."
Margo appeared in the doorway, modeling a strange-looking outfit. Made of a kind of latex rubber, her head-to-toe suit reminded one of a scuba diver's uniform. She paraded into the room, pirouetting in the midst of the group.
"This," announced Erik, "is one of the most popular "whipping' outfits some of our past guests have used. You see, the rubber blankets the impact of the whip, yet the suit wearer feels the tingling."
A ripple of laughter echoed in the large, high-ceilinged room. Glasses clinked as Phil proposed a toast to "drink to that."
"And that's not all this outfit is good for," Erik continued, "It has a drop seat for easy access in case rubber-suit balling is your bag." He laughed heartily as Margo disappeared from the room.
Phil's deep voice boomed from the center of the huddled group. "Hey, shit, why don't we play some cock charades?"
Since no one answered, Phil continued, "Well, you know, it's not a hard game at all. In fact, my next-door neighbor and I came up with the idea one night after we'd seen a couple of juicy stag flicks."
Martin's rich, sophisticated voice broke into Phil's monologue. "Hell, if we're going to play with cocks, why don't we do it for real? It feels much better that way!"
"We're going to play games all right," Margo purred from the doorway. "Erik is everyone's slave for the evening. One at a time and everyone will get serviced."
She looked menacing and frighteningly resembled a sleek, black panther as she entered the room, clad in tight-fitting leather. Her one hand wielded a wicked-looking whip and she snapped it wildly into the air.
"C'mon, honey, let's enjoy the evening the right way," she whispered loudly as she approached Erik. "Who would you like to start with?"
"It doesn't matter to me," Erik mumbled. "I obey anything my kind, gentle mistress commands."
"Fine, just fine," the panther purred. "Let's start with Martin Gerard!"
Eyebrows went up excitedly, expectantly all over the room. Margo leaned over and flicked a hidden switch ... instantly the room was bathed in the same sort of blue/amber lights that first met the guests on Friday night.
The cruel-looking whip whistled in the room and landed, with a resounding splat on Erik's bare back. He cowered and crawled, rather than walked towards Martin's seated figure. Again the whip crackled ... splat! splat! Whistling noises mingled with Erik's low moans to turn the room into a large sound track studio ... splat! splat!
Fascinated, Martin scooted to the edge of his seat as he watched the sun-bronzed figure crawling toward him. He'd never been sucked off by another guy before but it didn't matter now. His brain was alive with millions of flashing and fading images. Soon he felt the hot warm breath puffing before his crotch. He sat still ... waiting.
Erik held Martin's cock firmly between his fingers as he began to lick his way up from its hairy base ... splat! splat! Silence ... he hated being humiliated this way, but whenever Margo got into one of those moods there was no way of stopping her.
Phil and Eddie quickly found themselves with enormous and sore hard-ons. In fact, Phil tried to stop himself by thinking nonsexual thoughts, but the lewd spectacle of Erik and Martin had excited him ... was exciting him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two hours, three cocks, and three pussies later Erik danced with the rest of the group, bouncing with carefree abandon to the loud music that had been piped into the room. Strobe lights flickered blindingly on the naked, prancing bodies. All the women's breasts bounced and jostled each other to the steady, rhythmic cock-cunt pounding beat of the blaring bongo drums.
Margo had by now stripped off her enveloping leather casing and bounced with the others, stopping occasionally to spread her legs, arms akimbo, and grind her hips invitingly at whoever happened to be looking her way. It was more a habit than an invitation.
The music was electrifying ... so were the various gadgets each of the bouncing dancers held to their respective sexual organs. The men had each been given the back-of-the-hand strap-on vibrating units; the women had received the slim, bullet-nosed, cock-shaped "personal" vibrators. These were personal gifts given as a thank you for the weekend by the hosts.
By the time Margo had passed out the vibrators, every one of the assembled group either had a hard-on or was screwing her ass into the sofa cushions. With her plans for the evening's "dance," what could be a better stimulating agent, she thought, than the person's own hand?
Lena's mind spun crazily ... so many wild things had happened to her the last few days ... she pushed the fake plastic cock further up into her greedily sucking cunt ... so many things had happened. Her body shuddered violently and she almost lost her balance as she sought to drive still another cock deep up into her twitching pussy.
I've got to ... she muttered to herself. The music was sending chills through parts of her body she didn't know still existed. She yearned for Phil's strong arms around her, his hands caressing her enflamed breasts, his tongue slicing its way through her cunt lips and plunging into her hot cave ... oh, she wanted his "Little man" inside her, pounding into her and upwards toward her belly. Insanely, she drove the plastic cock furiously in and out of her clutching snatch. Lena bounced to the music even though she hadn't danced in years. She moved around and around in the pulsating circle, pushed forward by whomever was behind her. It was a man, she knew that much, because she'd felt his stiff vibrating cock stab at her back once when she didn't move fast enough to keep ahead of him. She never looked back to see who it was.
Eddie was behind Lena doing something that seemed like a weird combination of the Irish jig and the acid-rock weaving dance. His eyes were narrow slits sunk back into his bobbing head. He tried to stare at Len's invitingly bouncing ass cheeks while he jacked his cock off with his new toy, but he couldn't concentrate very well. He jerked spastically, still unable to really control the mechanical hand-jobber throbbing so violently in his palm. His long blonde hair hung in heavy strips now, the combination of sweat and sexual activity having given him the look of an embattled draft dodger.
Margo fell into some kind of formation behind Eddie. The ravishing brunette's nostrils flared and sucked in wildly as she panted and gasped for air. Sweat streamed down her body in glistening trickles and the flashing lights made her seem almost unreal ... a humanized sculpture ... a weaving, bouncing mass of sucking cuntal muscles.
A solid white movie screen hung on the wall to the left of the dancing group, the lights throwing distorted shadows on it. Occasionally a dancer would stop long enough to make a shadow, then smile and continue to the music.
Phil's lust-ridden eyes bore fiery holes through the slender, well-proportioned jiggling body in front of him. He knew what was coming, or at least he hoped he was guessing right because his balls ached to empty themselves into Margo's ass. He'd used a vibrator before, but now he only pretended to use it because he wanted to save his come for Margo's ass.
Adele tightly gripped the nipple of a breast and pinched it between her fingers. She'd had more sex this weekend than she'd had in months, but she found, much to her surprise and amazement, that she couldn't stop moving with the group even if she'd wanted to, which she didn't.
She could still feel a cock plunging in and out of her cunt even though it was empty at the moment. She held the plastic dick in front of her, squinting in the bright, flashing lights. She could see that it was wet but she couldn't clearly remember whether it had been in her cunt yet or not. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered tonight ... this moment ... except the dance and whatever came next.
Erik's eyes were tightly shut as he pranced around in the climax-building, throbbing circle of bodies. He held his vibrating hand under his cock, wildly massaging his balls and occasionally stretching to stick his finger up into his ass. He grinned as he thought of the unsuspecting actors and actresses he had in the house and the reels of valuable film he'd be developing twenty-four hours from now.
God, he hadn't wanted to be fucked by those men, he thought, whimpering softly and massaging the sore ring around his ass-hole. He liked it better when he had young, fairly inexperienced studs fuck him or like those young boys they'd brought up that one weekend. Especially Phil, he remembered, thinking of the thick, stout cock that had so angrily plunged and jackhammered into his poor innocent ass. One day he'd get back at Phil but he'd have to think of a plan ... maybe he could get Phil back up to see them again and have a well-hung Negro give him some of his own medicine. He hadn't realized how sadistic that short, balding little man was.
Jan followed the fast-moving circle, still in a kind of half daze after the pummeling she'd received from Phil's hard, marauding cock. She never realized how terribly much she appreciated Eddie, through he still had a lot to learn. At least he was better than some sadistic prick who thought every fucking session was a gang-bang.
Martin was the last in the line, though in a circle it's hard to tell who started what. He too, like the others, was given over to the mood of the moment, jerking his cock slowly with his back-of-the-hand muscle massager.
Slowly, the sex-dazed dancers raised their hands and clasped onto the hips of the person in front. An unbroken circle of throbbing, gyrating bodies was formed, flashing a crazy image on the wall screen.
As if by some unseen and unreal radar mental monitor the dancers fell to the floor, one by one, still grasping the other's body. Gradually everyone settled into the deep-pile carpeting, caressing either roughly or gently the body nearest their outstretched hands.
Martin was pulled backwards gently until he lay flat on his back. Lena turned toward him and almost immediately began lapping at his balls, veering off to the side and nibbling on his muscular thighs.
Jan squatted over Martin's upturned face, turning towards Erik's cock. Greedily she attacked it with her mouth, feeling, even in her dazed yet stimulated condition, the delightful ripples of approaching climax gurgle up from her crotch.
Erik lay back, soon finding his face under Adele's rising and falling cunt. On her upswing he positioned his head between her legs and, on the downstroke he reached up and grabbed her firmly molded buttocks, holding them still as he flicked out his tongue and licked her slit.
Adele had quickly fallen, swooped down, on Phil's thick rigid prick, taking its entire length into her oral cavity in one great gulp. Phil's hips jutted up of their own accord ... he'd become so used to fucking these last few days.
Margo's oozing snatch came smashing down onto Phil's grizzled face and, once it felt a tongue snaking upwards into it, stayed there, grinding itself down so it screwed Phil's head into the deep rug.
Her mouth was involved in sucking on Eddie's bloated balls as he reared up and pushed them into her face. She massaged his cock with her free hand, using the other to cup his balls, holding them steady as she hungrily sucked.
Eddie's mouth was glued to Lena's grinding cunt, thus completing the daisy chain. To him it seemed as if Lena was attempting to screw his face in time to the music, she was pumping it up and down so fast. Either that, he mused, or.she was hot enough to burn a damn town down!
The dizzily flashing atmosphere lights seemed to speed up, lending an insane fast motion to the sucking, fighting, biting, twitching bodies attached to one another near the far side of the room.
Phil bit deeply into Margo's smashing pussy, having somehow become sadistic over the last few days. He wanted to hurt her ... to hurt somebody, anybody ... he wanted to get back for all the times at home when he should have said something, but remained silent. Margo slammed down on top of him and ground her cunt into his face again and again until he had to bite her so she'd move up and give him a chance to breathe.
All the vibrators had been tossed in the middle of the throbbing circle of bodies, some still buzzing and adding yet another weird effect to the psychedelic orgy. Suddenly the amplified sound of eight people's heavy breathing, gasping, and panting burst into the room. It too was mingled with the loud, blaring music the buzzing from the vibrators and the fast-blinking lights.
Upturned grinding, screwing asses threw distorted shadows onto the screen, flickering the heaving globes and flailing arms and legs in larger-than-life forms on its alternately white rectangular shape.
* * *
Slowly, synchronizing with the bodies involved, the lights stabilized then faded and the music tapered off until it was no more than a distant echo. Amber lights undulated in the center of the room, tinting the bodies in a halo-like aura.
Margo was still going but no one was strong enough to join her, so she pulled a still-buzzing vibrator from the center pile and fucked herself. Margo was careful not to brush too harshly against the extremely sensitive flaps of skin at the side of her cunt. She still felt the searing pain of Phil's gnawing teeth, sawing away at her cunt almost as if he'd been trying to eat it whole.
Adele gently rubbed her aching jaws and felt her face to see if all the bones were still in place. God, she thought, Phil could beat hell out of anyone, just using his cock. Even thought he'd been under Adele's fast-bobbing head, he'd managed to send his stocky rod almost clear through her head. Adele was certain she'd felt it pounding against the far back walls of her throat.
Most of the others were close to the passing-out stage. Jan looked like she'd been involved in a constant gang-bang chain for the past two days. Her mouth hung slackly open, Erik's come trickling out its sides and down her quivering chin. Her eyes were closed and her long, blonde locks hung in a tangled, sweaty mass, limply going every which way on her head. Absentmindedly, she sat cross-legged and diddled her clit with her index finger. Her upper body was drooping but she continued to finger-fuck herself as she moaned softly and rocked her body back and forth.
"Eddie," she moaned softly, crooning to herself as she shook her head. "Eddie, baby ... where are you? Your Mama wants to hold you ... to smell you ... feel you ... Eddie ... Oh, baby, your Mama needs you!" Jan's voice started trailing off as she fucked herself still faster until her body jerked backwards and she fell, throwing her legs up wildly into the air.
Eddie had been watching his wife. He'd heard her calling him but he'd become so mesmerized by her finger-fucking that he hadn't moved toward her. Slowly he crawled closer and he heard her still mumbling, calling him.
"I want my baby-batter-maker ... Eddie," she crooned.
"I'm here, Mama," he answered in a hoarse whisper as he brushed the tangled snarls away from her sweat-stained and flushed face.
"Hold me, Eddie," she moaned. "Rock me in your arms ... I want to feel you next to me."
Slowly, Eddie scooped Jan's limp body up off the rug and cradled her in his arms like an overgrown child. He looked down at her face tenderly, happy they'd experienced the weekend and counting on many more in the near and distant future.
"Mmmmm, Eddie baby," Jan moaned, nuzzling her face into his fuzzy-haired chest, "you smell like healthy animal ser."
Eddie laughed at her almost comical remark, content as he cradled his wife in her post-climactic stage.
"Baby?" she moaned, trying to look up and into this face.
"Hmmmm? What do you want to say?" he answered, holding her away from him so he could look at her face.
"They're good," Jan purred. "Every one of them was a good bailing partner!" She burrowed her face into his chest and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sight of contented relief.
Margo crawled over by Erik. "Penny for your dirty thoughts ... dirty laundry ... or whatever you have to offer an innocent pussycat," she whispered toward his ear.
Erik fondly feasted on his wife's voluptuous nakedness. Her raven pussy hair was matted with mingled come, white-flecked and glistening in the undulating lights. Erik pulled her toward him, pressing her into the crook of his arm as he threw his other arm around Adele's shoulders. Martin had crawled up by his wife and had an arm around her waist.
"Well, folks," Erik began, "I want to say it's been one hell of a good, solid fucking weekend. I don't really think anyone has any complaints, do you?"
* * *
The large old-fashioned clock in the hall struck ten. Everybody was packing, getting ready to leave. Margo had followed Adele and Martin into a bedroom. Deftly, she maneuvered Martin into a corner, grinding her still wet pussy against his now flaccid cock.
"Martin, try to get it up. Fuck me!" she cried, clawing at him.
Adele crept up behind her, vibrator in hand. She aimed it at Margo's ass, then flicked the switch. Margo jumped, shocked yet delighted by the latest arrival.
The ravishing brunette pushed her ass back and doubled over, propping herself with one hand held against her knee as she crouched and vainly tried to lick some life into Martin's cock.
Adele plunged the vibrator's bullet-nose through the puckered elastic flesh of Margo's ass, her hand seeming to be jacking the vibrator off as she plunged it insanely in and out, in and out, in and out. Her breath was coming in short staccato gasps and she leaned on Margo's back for support.
Martin could see they'd need some help. He pulled out from under Margo's quivering weight which had been pinning him to the wall and walked around, easing his wife away from the vibrator and propelling her to the spot where he'd stood.
Margo's hands darted out in front of her as soon as she saw the pink-brown tips of Adele's tits staring her in the face. Hungrily she bent her head and covered a breasts with it, massaging the other tit with her free hand.
The vibrator was crazily plunging in and out of her squirming ass. Insanely, Margo wondered what it would feel like to have a vibrating plastic cock stuck up in her ass for a couple of hours. She wondered if it could possibly stay up there all by itself without anyone else being around ... maybe she could sit on it.
Wildly, her fingers searched for and found the slit between Adele's legs. Her fingers fucked into it ... then rested, firmly massaging the other woman's clitoris until they collapsed some twenty minutes later.
For the first time in two days, everyone assembled in the large dining room fully clothed. The departing guest's suitcases had already been stacked into the back of the sleek wine-colored limousine that would take them all down the hill and back to their everyday life.
Margo and Erik led the guests to the door and followed them to the car. Everyone piled in and the drive down the long, winding hill repeated itself.
The hosting couple watched as the Gerards, Bakers and Jasons got in their cars and drove off. Instead of climbing back up the hill, they turned off the road and headed to the left across a well-concealed semi-private dirt road. Erik's hands were on the wheel and Margo's hand was coiled firmly around his now exposed and prominently erect cockshaft.
"Hey, bitch," Erik mumbled, "you're a fucking good actress, a fucking excellent balling and orgy partner, and a super crook."
"Look at the dirty fuckin' pot calling the kettle black," she answered in mock anger.
"If you're going to have your fingers around that cock, lady, it's yours to jack off!"
Margo did better than that. Her head seemed to flatten itself as she pressed between the steering wheel and Erik's half-clad body. Teasingly, she let her tongue dart out and wiggle itself into the slit at the tip.
"Hey, it's a damn good thing we're not on some city road or you'd really get me in trouble!" he cried.
Margo looked up, staring at the door handle. "So pull over already, dummy!"
Margo's mouth opened wide, the little pink tip of her hot, searching tongue darting out to lick at the very tip of his shaft. Her hand manipulated the skin at the base of the prick, extracting the skin from the satiny head. Then Margo licked at its sensitive underside, dropping briefly to return to its hairy base, licking upward slavishly. Margo then pulled up completely, almost off his cock, before she slipped her hot glistening lips over the entire head of the turgid cock, sucking it in just beyond the coronal rim. Margo's cheeks hollowed in her sucking motions as her tongue tip teased and her other hand groped inside his pants to cradle his bloated balls within it.
"Aaagh baby ... suck it ... suck it!" Erik cried out hoarsely as he searched and found the lever which moved the front seat back. Cruelly yet knowingly, he slammed Margo's head onto his metal like shaft as his hips surged upward, threatening to drill a hole right through Margo's sucking mouth, throat and skull.
"Suck harder, bitch ... come on, whore ... harder ... use that experienced mouth of yours ... suck harder!" Erik's voice echoed back to him in the tightly shut limousine. He was beginning to get impatient. As usual, Margo's timing was lousy. She knew damn well that he needed to close this deal and that's when she decided to suck him off.
Erik's tall frame jerked and squirmed as Margo continued her assault on his rock hard cock. He grimaced in pain as she bit down, moaning unceasingly, his face now becoming corded with bulging veins and facial muscles that threatened to pop out of his skull. His mouth agape, neck tensing, nostrils flaring wildly, Erik slowly became covered with another thin film of sweat already freshly glistening on his brow beneath his disheveled blonde hair.
He felt Margo's wet, smooth mouth sucking insanely at his pulsating, growing cock. Frantically he reared up and plunged the last remaining half inch of his long, thick shaft into her moistness.
"Ahhhh ... my very own suck machine ... Margo ... my perverted baby . . you're doing great ... keep sucking it hard! Ahhhh!" he gasped loudly and clutched at the flat expanse of Margo's back..
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Erik had composed himself, wiped the new glistening sweat off his face ... and continued down the dusty private road.
He code-knocked on the large oak door ... two fast taps, three fast taps ... then waited.
An elegantly clad older man opened the door. He was wearing a finely sewn velvet dinner jacket and white casual linen slacks.
His feet were shod in high patent leather boots.
"Okay, Dan," Erik whispered, "you can come up the hill now."
The older man disappeared into the house, then shortly returned to the door followed by five girls not more than fourteen years of age.
Silently, the strange group piled into the long limousine and Erik deftly maneuvered the huge car around until they were facing the op-posit direction. "The girls know what to do now, don't they?" Erik asked without turning his head away from the wheel.
"Yes, Erik," came the voice from the back, seat. "They know what to do. They've done it before for you, haven't they?'
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Erik answered. "I'd just forgotten if these were the same chickies."
"They're the same chickies, all right," the older man mumbled." His irritation began to show through the thinly veiled sarcasm in his voice. "Are the same old Johns coming up tonight?"
"Yep," he answered and then fell silent, paying attention only to the long winding road and his wife whose fingers were once again attacking his cock.
Erik had formed an almost secret organization whereby certain older professional men could come up to their cabin after midnight and have all the sweet young pussy they could possibly suck or fuck or whatever they felt like doing to it. Paddling was sometimes permitted but only with a "chaperone" in the room. This insured the girl's safety and the older man's protection so he couldn't possibly get too carried away.
Erik's other friend was, at the same time, driving up from the opposite side of the hill, bringing a nice sweet carload of young boys. He was only transporting three this time and more would be supplied in the future if they were needed for business build-up.
Erik was extremely proud of his latest venture. He'd chosen well-gotten two very good recruiters-and now all he had to do was to keep the male and female Johns coming in to sample the ever-fresh merchandise. Margo had helped him to pick out some of the kids. Margo was usually right ... especially if she sensed some sort of misfortune in any of their community dealings. That's why Erik had been relying on her to check out the young stuff. Besides, she liked it herself and trained the kids very well. He'd had no complaints from anyone yet concerning his young merchandise.
It seemed like a damn eternity before the limousine found its way to their large ranch house and pulled up noisily in the driveway. The girls were sent, along with their chaperone, the older man, into a back room to wait the arrival of new guests.
Margo wandered into the kitchen, taking about fifteen minutes to mix a beakerfull of the redheaded cocktail. Erik disappeared into the projection room, winding his spliced composition on one giant reel. When Margo came bouncing into the den with the tray holding the glasses and cocktail concoction, Erik was already ready, naked and impatiently waiting for her to set her ass down so they could enjoy the latest film production of Lawson Ltd., their unpublished yet functioning film company, massage service, fetish caterers and party givers.
The flick started with a fast-paced cut of the arriving cars, headlights flicking wildly distorted shadows on the surrounding dark greenery. The second shot showed the weekend guests getting out of the car ... gawking at the lush, green landing ... entering the house ... flick to giant cunt on wall movie screen ... close-up of Adele rubbing Martin's cock through his pants ... Lena holding onto Phil's stubby, heavy-set cock ... Jan jacking off with Eddie's cock as she finger-fucked herself ... Margo spreading her legs ... close-up of Erik's bulging organ.
A pungent, tingling odor grew strong in the room and a red-hot pinpoint shone brightly. Erik passed the hand-rolled marijuana cigarette to Marge, loudly sucking in the smoke. Margo held the stubby cigarette between two fingers and took a long, hard draw-she held the smoke as long as she could without blowing her lungs apart.
"After a fulfilling weekend like the one we just had," Erik drawled as he still held his breath, "what can be better than a little hit off some good grass?"
Margo smiled, her teeth glistening in the flickering darkness, and handed the joint back to Erik. "Well, Mr. Big-Businessman," she answered curtly, "our fucking business isn't quite finished. I think you're well aware of that little, minute detail, aren't you?"
Erik took another long drag off the wrinkled joint and passed it back.
Margo held it a moment, eyeing it nervously. "What do I do if this stuff makes me dizzy like it did once before?" she asked hesitantly.
"Don't worry about it."
"Oh, dammit, Erik, you know it doesn't always act right with me. How in the goddamn hell can I be good for anything if I'm bombed and sick to my fuckin' gut?"
As soon as she'd spoken, the tingling began-first, just the extreme tips of her fingers. Then it hit her toes. And finally-slowly-the relaxing tingle eased its way through her tensed body, releasing all her muscles from their painful postures along its soothing path. She felt very warm and very good-no, she wasn't going to get sick tonight. In fact, if the guys didn't come in the next five minutes, they weren't coming until the morning and she could go to bed and fuck herself to sleep.
The men didn't show ... and Margo and Erik happily and contentedly snuggled under their satiny sheets.
