Chapter 14
In a few days Floyd started feeling sorry for Wade. He sensed that his friend wasn't getting his jollies on the home front. So what to do? Simple: get several of the broads together and put on a screwing match to end all screwing matches.
And female methods of communication, especially, where a fuck party is concerned? Who can understand them? No use trying, Floyd thought. Ill just pass the word to Martha and Edna and they '11 do the rest. We '11 all meet at the Aloha and tip off the clerk that we're not to be disturbed no matter how wild things get.
And that's exactly what he did. By nine Saturday night the adult adulterers began drifting into Floyd's snazzy quarters in the Aloha. The first gals to arrive were Martha and Edna, looking very chic and eager. Wade, of course, had gotten there ahead of time. Then came Gracie. Damn, he thought, I hope she doesn't pass out again. Next came Peggy and Fawn, eyes sparkling, lips parted.
"That makes seven of us," Floyd said, grinning. "Five chicks and two cocks."
"And monsters, if you ask me," Martha chirped.
"Only two boys for five girls?" Edna said, frowning.
"Honey, they're not boys," Fawn declared. "They're men, in a big way, if you know what I mean."
Edna nodded. "Yeah, honey, how well I know!"
All seven were gathered around the room, some sitting on the couch, one on a chair and two lounging on the gaudy rug in the middle of the floor. For a couple of minutes they sat there, smiling at one another and shooting the small talk. Then things started to hum. Every one present was eager to fondle a stiff prick or a pulsing pussy. Floyd brought out a bottle of whiskey and popped the cork. Then he dug up some highly spiced cookies and passed them around.
Before too long everybody started getting undressed and soon all were naked as a baby bird's ass. They began wandering about the room, the girls toying with Floyd's and Wade's sticks, which instantly grew to full size. This brought out yearning feminine sighs and deep breaths. The two men returned the caresses by fondling the girls' pussies.
Fawn, especially, captured Floyd's gaze. To him, she was tantalizing, especially in the nude. Wade, of course, had seen her before. Her hair looked dark as deep shadow in a rain forest; her crow-black eyes were sparkling with desire; and her full, kissable lips were red as wild cherries. She seemed radiantly alive, and the good liquor and male companionship heightened her sexual need. She perched her enchanting naked body on the couch, half-reclining, propped against the silken, pink pillows. Her skin looked white as freshly fallen snow, but certainly not as cold. Her flawless titties stood up firm and neat. In the soft ruby light, her nipples appeared red as blood and large as cherries.
Floyd eased down on one end of the couch. Fawn rested one alluring leg over his hairy thigh, the other touching the thick rug. Playfully he teased her by tickling the sole of her foot. Chuckling, she jerked it up and gently kicked his cheek. He laughed and clutched her delicate ankle, then seized her other foot. She pretended to try and get free, but only succeeded in showing her enticing pussy for all to see. Had it been a camera they might have gotten their picture taken.
Floyd felt this was going too slow to suit the bunch, so he released her foot and started spidering her belly with his free hand. Then he released her other foot and his arm went beneath her enchanting buttocks. She whimpered and pushed her pelvis up, up. His lips began melting onto her neck, shoulders and boobies. Then he took each gorgeous nipple between his lips and drew on it. She gasped and moaned, reached down to grasp his old monster. In a moment he fell between her alluring thighs. His ass started bobbing, his bag jerking back and forth. In a couple of minutes, Fawn and he were groaning and crying out in a violent orgasm. This left Wade with a throbbing eight inches of stiff cock. Instantly, the other girls started shoving one another aside to fondle it. But not for long.
Abruptly, Fawn sat up and called out: "Look, everybody! Over there on the rug near the chair. Wade and Martha. Are they getting cozy! That big man doesn't waste time."
And Floyd saw that he wasn't. Their hands were moving, groping and caressing each other's most sensitive parts. Wade's fingers were inching toward Martha's tantalizing pussy. Was it going to be good? Foolish question. She was the only cutie he hadn't fucked. All pussy is good, only some is better than others.
Martha's soft fingers were creeping toward his pelvis, and in a moment had grasped his pink-knobbed monster. She started working it up and down. Her hand could cover only about half of it. Floyd blew out his breath and muttered, "That's too much cock for any one man."
Wade kissed Martha lingeringly and passionately and whispered something into her ear.
"Wonder what they're up to?" Fawn asked Floyd.
"Silly girl! They're going to screw each other right here before the bunch."
"And make the rest of us suffer, watching them," Edna fretted.
Floyd couldn't stop watching them, though Edna, Grace and Peggy were all trying to crowd him for his next fuck.
Martha lifted her knees and Wade leaned over so he could easily reach her tantalizing dark-haired pussy. She kept working his monster prick up and down and he rooted vigorously against her clit. She got her lips around the knob of his whacker, and they both began to lave and draw. In a few moments Floyd heard their muffled cries. But Wade wasn't through. Since being deprived at home, he'd stored up a lot of cream and energy. He lifted Martha bodily and carried her back to the davenport. There he sat her on his knees, facing him. She was whimpering and writhing. Then, in a moment she raised her ass and Floyd saw Wade's huge monster standing up like a flagpole. Martha was riding it like a circus performer. It seemed as if Wade was trying to buck her off, but Floyd bet he wasn't.
Fawn nudged Floyd. "Look at Wade. He's getting to his feet."
And he was, but holding Martha tightly in his arms. She was actually riding his long stick. He was no midget, and he carried her like a sack of feathers. He began to sing in a tenor as he stalked about the room. Every step he took bounced Martha on his prick, and Floyd knew they were getting hot. Finally, they rolled onto the thick rug, nipping, fighting and yanking each other's hair. They'd come together.
Then everybody had a big shot of whiskey and the festivities really went into high gear. Floyd and Peggy started screwing, and Wade was being pursued by the other females. Then Edna and Grace began a Lesbian pleasure hunt, and couples seemed to be lying everywhere. Screwing was going on in just about every position known to man and woman, and maybe to the old fork-tailed demon, himself.